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alisoncooper · 1 year
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i really need cake: the marie antoinette playlist to become the next big thing in theatre before i combust
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yanderes-galore · 3 months
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Fandom: Hiveswap/Homestuck
Character: Stelsa Sezyat
Pairing: Platonic/Romantic Pale Relationship
Type of fic: Holiday themed oneshot?? :33
Sure! I'm not too proud of how this one or the Roxy one I'm posting soon came out, but I tried!
Trollian Holiday
Yandere! Moirail! Stelsa Sezyat Short - Winter Event Request
Pairing: Pale/Moirail ♦️
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-neutral Darling, Human/Troll pairing, Implied kidnapping, Forced moirallegiance, Forced companionship, Forced affection, Slight manipulation.
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“SORRY DARLING I HAD TO MAKE SURE I HAD SOME TIME TO SET ASIDE SOME GIFTS FOR YOU SINCE I HEARD YOU HUMANS DO RITUALS SIMILAR TO US AND IT MAY GET YOUR SPIRITS UP” Stelsa practically yells towards you before placing down some boxes in front of you on a table.
You stare dumbfounded at the mountain of strangely wrapped boxes containing unknown items. You hesitantly look at the busy troll. She gives you a quick smile before checking over each box. You shrink in on yourself… you still aren't used to any of this.
You've been quite thankful of Stelsa's company as of late. She's been one of the more welcoming trolls to a human like you on Alternia. She even gave you shelter from the acid rain.
Although… you don't seem to understand the intentions she has towards you. After what feels like days, maybe weeks, Stelsa started calling you a specific title. You don't understand why she calls you her “Moirail”... but it seems like an affectionate term?
She never allows you outside, which may actually be a good thing. Although… you can't help but think of home. You aren't used to all this alien technology and culture.
You appreciate the loud teal blood's company, yet you find her behavior unusual. She's always busy, her “Matesprit” occasionally visits, and Stelsa seems very coddling to you. You try your best to get used to it.
Unfortunately you continue to find yourself feeling like a prisoner… not just in this “Hive”... but on Alternia as a whole.
“I WASN'T QUITE SURE WHAT YOU LIKE SINCE HUMANS ARE QUITE ALIEN TO ME BUT I HAD ZIZI HELP ME OUT A BIT SINCE I'M SO BUSY” Stelsa rambles before placing a box on your lap. “BUT IT WAS THE LEAST I COULD DO FOR MY DEAREST MOIRAIL AND IT EVEN KEPT ME BUSY SO WHY DON'T YOU OPEN THE GIFTS”
You hesitantly open the box and look through the contents. You really don't want to do any of this. You have a hard time figuring out what the gift is due to its alien nature and place it down on the table.
Stelsa continues to watch you with an eager smile, quickly pushing another box into your lap. You try to tell her you don't really feel in the mood to do this. Stelsa only gives you a frown before trying to encourage you.
“IT'S OKAY MOIRAIL I GOT THESE ALL FOR YOU TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER YOU DESERVE TO ENJOY YOURSELF” Stelsa continues, sitting beside you to help you open the gifts.
Even if you wanted to refuse and just be alone, Stelsa wouldn't allow it. You continue to open the gifts under Stelsa's watchful eyes. One by one you unbox alien objects that you still can't figure out.
Despite this Stelsa seems very happy to watch you. She has a constant smile on her face with a fond expression. It's like she's just happy to see you opening the gifts… regardless of if they actually make you happy.
It's the thought that counts, right?
“They're all very… lovely.” You manage to say, Stelsa looking rather excited. “I just wish I knew what half of them did.”
“OH WHEN I HAVE THE TIME I CAN SHOW YOU BUT FOR NOW I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU FELT ANY BETTER AT MY HIVE NOW SURELY IT'S MORE COMFORTABLE THAN OUTSIDE IN THE HARSH CLIMATE I MEAN JUST LOOK AT YOUR SKIN YOU WOULDN'T LAST” Stelsa rambles again, gesturing to your skin with a frown.
“I guess so… I just miss home.” You find yourself sighing. Stelsa appears disappointed and a bit irritated at the response. Nothing she does appears to make her new Moirail happy… all they ever want to do is go home.
She doesn't want you to leave her.
You feel yourself pulled into a harsh hug against Stelsa. She's incredibly strong despite how she looks, making you quickly feel locked in. You panic momentarily but then feel Stelsa lightly touch your face.
She makes a soft shooshing sound towards you while doing the action. Supposedly this is meant to calm you down. Unfortunately you don't feel all that calmer.
“HONESTLY DARLING IT IS SO MUCH SAFER HERE” Stelsa says in the middle of calming you, her voice a bit softer. “I PROMISE YOU CAN BE HAPPY HERE AS MY MOIRAIL ONCE YOU'RE USED TO IT”
You aren't sure how long Stelsa tries to calm you. She appears to busy herself with “shoosh papping” you and rambling about trollian holiday traditions. To you it all just sounds loud.
You want to get out of her arms but can't. The tealblood refuses to let you go and doesn't spare any strength. You start to wonder if saying you want to go home hurt her.
You stay silent and allow her to get lost in comforting you with her strange alien affection.
You just hope she ends up leaving to do something else soon.
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bunny-rueng · 1 year
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@ziziromero​ at: zizi’s house
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Ever since Bunny returned to Lockwood in the summer, she was certain she’d spent more time with Zizi than her own sister. Which was exactly how she wanted it. The vibes in Zizi’s bedroom were immaculate to say the least, and the two of them could sit for hours listening to perfect music and giggling at their phones together. It was bliss, actually. “Urgh, please don’t tell me he follows her.” Bunny randomly outburst, sulking at her phone as she tossed it gently screen up towards Zizi on the bed. “Stupid miss stanky leg figure skater, whatever the hell her real name is.” she rambled. “Liliana, like her parents wanted to name her after a flower but changed their mind half way through. Didn’t you go to school with her? Walcott? Or something. I always wanna call it Walnut.”
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d144-catzie · 1 year
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Winter Wasteland and Dried Oil
Prologue: 3 Days
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“Stupid colony! Closet minded toasters!”
Grumbled one of the worker drone. Stomping out from the medical centre after what he could assume a snow pile times in his life, backpack hanging loosely on his back and a scowl on his face.
“Why the hell dad assumed that I have some ‘oh there’s probably a malfunction in your brain, let’s get the docs to fix that’ I’m sorry, braindead, but I’m doing this for us!” the worker drone mocked as he raised two peace sign, folding it added with an old man tone to emphasize his father’s words.
Oh, his name? Vityaz. A geeky rebellious genius. Ace his classes, unfortunately he doesn’t give a milimeter effort to make his future as a worker in WDF, not a single worker drone want to close the distance between him and themselves because who in the right worker drone mind wanted to be close with someone obsessed about the outside and drones responsible for their kind’s death?
Well except…“Yazz! There you are, I gotta show ya something and you’re gonna love it!” Uzi. Another worker drone Vityaz could actually get along with, a rebellious kid and surprisingly got a knack for weapons for someone as young as her.
“Oh, yeah? Surprise me” his navy blue eyes displayed on his black visor gave a challenging look towards the younger girl, who in return gave him a smug accepting look from her neon purple eyes with a smirk, “as always” she responded before leading them towards her room.
Standing in the middle of her room that consists mostly of posters of her favourite anime Uzi manage to pirate, not to mention the purple neon lights similar with her eyes too. There were also post-it-notes pasted by Khan Doorman around the key hanger, those are definitely things that haven’t changed…well mostly the topic and that never fails to make the boy make a dedpanned expression everytime he saw that.
Sighing then tidied his turquoise synthetic hair “doc really need some more training with reattaching hair on my hatch” he huffed before he turned his attention at the purple haired girl shuffling around her room to find a certain paper she kept.
“Do you need help with finding the surprise, Zizi?” Vityaz pointed at every corner in her room awkwardly which he got an “aha!” as a response from the girl who’s now holding a rolled paper.
Uzi unrolled the paper she’s holding and the moment the older boy looked at it, he was beyond surprised to the point he was silent. “So I noticed that your railgun design is kinda inefficient with that big size and I thought about making it more…easy to carry around! And Uzi presents to you THIS!” and she isn’t wrong with her reason.
Vityaz had been working on a weapon of his own the moment he knew about the abilities the Murder Drones have, to the point this geeky boy was so fixated about them more, and him building a weapon was to kill one of them to satisfy his quriosity about their capabilities. Looking at the younger girl’s railgun design left him gaping with amazement, the structure was understandable and smaller in size, just add a little tweak and her design would be a perfect one, compared to his with bigger and complex structure.
“Woah hahah! This is sick as HELL, Uzi…when did you make this?!” he exclaimed as he had his hands on the purple haired girl’s shoulders, his neon navy blue eyes wide in amazement. “The moment you showed me your railgun, I feel like yours was pretty heavy and I told you about making it more easy to carry around. Efficient and deadly to those freaky yellow birds!” she rambled with the same wide eye as him.
If they were humans, they’re sure that their endorphins are triggering lots of positive feelings, but being robots probably had something to do with  “If this place have some weaponry I’m 101% confident that we’ll give those murder drones some trauma so BAD they’ll chicken back home”
“AND not living behind these doors like a coward!” Vityaz added her claim as 101% appeared on his visor.
“Okay, you have shown me your surprise, I guess it’s my turn” his words made Uzi gasp in surprise, “bro, no fair! You always beat me when it comes to this stuffs!” she whined whilst the older male drone could only giggle and pat her head full of purple locks. “Cool your jets, buddy. But seriously, this will fry your circuits!”
Rumaging through his bag after he informed the younger girl about his own surprise as he pulled out a burnt dummy neck, the head was definitely left this world. “A burnt…dummy” he nodded at her question “a burnt duuuummyyy~” he sang while swinging the dummy remains on his hand back and forth, “a burnt duummyy…oh…OH!!” realization hits her harder than the hard reboot.
“The railgun worked?! Those sci-fi movies weren’t lying!”, “yep! This bad boy managed to obliterate this dummy’s head and left nothing! Can’t wait to use it for real…oh wait that’s the problem” the light in their eyes dimmed at the fact that WDF won’t just let either of them go outside.
“Crap…now how are you going to get outside now?! Your dad will 100% say no about what you’re gonna do…or if my dad knows about this he will say double no” the young man let out a long exasperated sigh, gripping his turquoise locks in a frustrated manner.
He abruptly stopped, completely stopped the long sigh and his every movements, except his mouth. A smile slowly creeping its way onto his face, “Zizi…how many more days until Take Your Children To Work day arrives?” said girl opened her mouth only to close it again as she averted her neon purple eyes at any direction, thinking.
Then she snapped her fingers “3 days from now!” he released his grip and neon navy blue locked onto her intently “weekend right?” Uzi nodded and he hisses out a small ‘yes!’ with his fist pumped, as the girl raised a displayed eyebrow questioningly.
“But I thought you hate that day?” her question made him snap out from his little moment, “oh hell yes I do hate that day. The only time Take Your Children To Work isn’t so boring is when I can hang out with my little Zizi” Vityaz sang the last part. Much to the purple headed girl’s whines to stop ever since he called her that, the boy continued “aside from that! I’m gonna commit something crazy!”
“And what is that are you planning to do…?” she asked which the boy answered with two finger guns and a wink “fulfill my bucket list!
3 days from now…”
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Small hammer clangs itself onto the bell rapidly, its ringing resonated in the area, so loud that its inhabitants could cry of joy at the sign.
That the 15 minutes are up
15 minutes, short time yet so many things happened in a flash. 15 minutes struggle. 15 minutes of crying. 15 minutes of constant death. 15 minutes of their game.
“Coast is clear, murder drones out of sight! Patrol team, spread out and find the remaining survivors!” one worker drone commanded a group who start to do as he said. Same could be said with the other similar teams who began to spread out the large area.
“For those who were injured, come here for help!” yelled out the worker drones who carried bandages and tool kits.
“Let me help you with your weapon, you go get rid of those nanites with the aid relief team” another ushered the injured survivor towards the said workers in charge before tinkering with the firearm.
“Wait where’s Sako?!” a drone panicked when the presence of a certain worker wasn’t around but before the others could rendezvous the area, a voice already called out.
“I’m here, don’t worry!” Sako, the mentioned young worker drone came running towards the group with an injured drone who’s in sleep mode, added with a bandaged amputated leg, on her back. “Aid relief team, please treat his leg and donor some oil for him!” said team immediately did as she requested, gently taking the male drone from her back to give him further treatment and gather well worker drones for oil donor.
Seeing the asleep drone being helped just like others who were injured after the game, among the crowd the young girl approached a man with clipboard on hand with a coloured marker on the other. It wasn’t rare to see the man’s harsh look displayed on his visor on these occassions, but this one was  rather…
“Hey pops, any…news about the result of today’s hunt?” grimacing as a response, unlike any other day where he answered his daughter’s question right-away, he only shows her the clipboard. “Aye…they weren’t joking when they said they won’t hold back” her neon turquoise eyes dulled as she murmured.
List of names, veterans and newcomers of the playground they’re in, and many of the names have been crossed out with different colours. Today game’s result was 39 names crossed with yellow marker, looking at the rest of the names only made her feel more uneasy “do you have more addition to be crossed out?”
Turquoises displayed on her visor immediately turned into two wide O’s as she stumbled on her own words, before finally stabilized herself  “quite much actually, but let me get this quick…
…Theo, shredded with drill. Leia, clean cut at the neck and taken to the spire. Allen, multiple nanite wounds on the body. Chip, oil loss and fatal wounds on vital points. Mari, damaged systems because of fall damage. Pac, mutilated with laser gun. Dell, caught in an explosion. Zipp, burnt beyond repair…” and as she went on and on about the corpses she encountered at the area in search for survivors while she’s at it, she only grew more and more anxious.
“Added with what you mentioned…that would be 51 companions departed from this hunt” he grumbled as his neon lime eyes furrowed while crossing out the mentioned names.
But turning at his daughter who has her face hanging low in a depressing manner. He softened his glare and patted her ginger coloured locks “I’m unsure that I’m worthy of becoming the lookout for the team if this keeps happening, well you can’t just see the dark side everytime you do your job, kiddo” he quoted words Sako said back in first day joining the team.
“It’s not always easy and I get that” he continued but didn’t get any response from the younger drone. Averting his attention towards the drone she came back with, Mac, before turning back to her with a small smile tagging on his face “you know…I’m unsure myself if I should take your mom’s role in the resistance but you wanna know what I do when I’m not so sure?”
Now this time the young female drone glanced up at him to see a little childish mischevious grin displayed on her father’s face before facing away, holding back her giggle that’s about to errupt.
“I double down!!”
Erruption of giggles came from both “still into that stupid show?”. He drew circles on her back as she looked up at him and he chuckled in return “hey at least it was funny…better now?” at his question, the gingerhead nodded slightly, anxiety slowly diminishing.
“Josef, we’ve retrieved the survivors and remaining corpses” The said man turned away from his daughter to the voice approaching him, the leader of the patrol team and the squad itself trailing behind, supporting the survivors and carrying large bags with corpses inside.
The small father-daughter moment was cut off. Josef cleared his throat and faces Sako who gave him an understanding nod, ‘I’ll be waiting at home, best wishes’ is what the girl probably said in silence before making her way to one of the buildings where they live, and seeing his daughter finally entering their home, the man’s neon lime eyes went back to its furrowed state, continuing his job.
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“Today’s game was a haul!”
A voice boomed and echoed in the building walls, empty, aside from the three drones. “Yes, a haul, AND…compared to the previous games with them we got bullets in our eyes and one stab on the visor” Other voice came but compared to the boastful and loud, this one gave off a witty yet capricious tone.
“So it’s a win-win?” Another one asked, but this time it was rather chipper and has an upbeat impression. “For amusement? Yes. To stay thrift? No” Answered the owner of the capricious voice, adjusting his cap on his silvery locks before going back to gluing a drone’s neck back to its body while humming.
“But we could stay thrift for other times, with these many sentient toasters we got today, our oil reserve will help us stay alive for a week…at least” His subordinate muttered the last part doubtedly, “K is right actually, it’s also part of our job ordered by JCJenson” The other surbodinate popped up behind her companion, K, to support his statement.
But seeing their leader not responding in any way, the female put down a trinket in her hand and took a step slowly, “your concern isn’t about the overkill today or being thrift isn’t it, G?”
SLAM
His response was…not what both of the subordinates expected.
Big crack now decorated the previously smooth wall. G dropped the worker drone corpse as his fist was formed into a tight clench. Calm complexion now morphed into one that would be called irritation or grudge. Previous yellow circles now replaced with a huge yellow >< as a deep scowl adorned his face.
“So what, S?! The hell’s with our job if we have no clear orders!” He yelled, his fist trembling at how much force he put into. K and  S have large O’s displayed on their visor at their leader’s sudden outburst.
A loud exasperated sigh left his lips as he faced the building’s floor, “sorry…didn’t mean to yell in front of your faces like that” The leader apologized. G’s eyes glitched back to its previous circles that displayed a regretful look. “You alright there?” K approached the slightly slumped male with a hand in attempt to check on him.
But in return, G only raised a hand and it instantly stopped the short bob cut male as he retracted his hand. Looking up, which he may have composed himself, he stated “can’t get the message to stop clowning around out of my head” With an mocking emphasis in his tone.
“Still with that, huh…since when we’re clowning again?” the girl has multiple question marks on her visor, arms crossed in a questioning manner. “So far we only did what they said. Crackers! We’re even one of the top teams” another sigh came from G as a response for K’s statement.
With furrowed expression, the leader of the squad exclaimed “but that doesn’t change the fact that they literally called us clowns” in a stern tone.
“Tomorrow until before the game starts, we’ll hunt colonies and stray worker drones while also taking the strong ones for our playground” G twisted his hand that was used to punch the wall, going back to his personal work of polishing and fixing the worker corpse as he usually claims to give it a ‘beautiful’ send-off.
While the other two who now have composed themselves, S let out a small wistle that caught his attention “can I ask something about no clear order?” Asked the girl of the squad. “That’s a question answered for another time” The disassembly drone stopped at what he’s doing, standing up as he turned to his subordinates, his braid swished to his back.
S and K listening intently as G concluded his order for his members “we’re going to up our game, I was satisfied with today’s result in all honesty and I hope this keeps going” A mad smile crept onto his face, sharp fangs protracted.
“3 days before our next hunt. 3 days before this neverending winter will be filled with fresh oil”
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chaelight · 4 years
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FROGGY ZIZI HAS ENTERED BAMA
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ziziglows · 2 years
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@thetta-is-tired
Um, hello, sorry to intrude, I know you’re probably very busy. I see you and several of your friends seem to be guards at some sort of prison, so I assume that you guys have some idea of the legal atmosphere on this server? Or am I being presumptuous? I’m sorry. Um. I just don’t really know who to ask.
I’m staying with this very nice cat moblin lady in this place called... Kinnie Oaks, or something? I don’t know. There’s lot’s of flowers. Anyway I’m basically staying here for free but I have no idea how long it’ll be until I find someplace of my own to move and I feel really bad freeloading so I’m trying to find a job but there aren’t many people around and most of the people I pass by have scars and stuff so I’m afraid to ask them. Also I have neither mammalian vocal chords nor an emotive face so I can’t exactly ask people complex questions face-to-face anyway.
I’m rambling again, I’m so sorry. Just can someone please tell me which countries or factions I should avoid as a newbie, and also what are, like, the general server rules (official or unofficial) so I don’t get someone mad or get sent to prison? And possibly, maybe, any beginner jobs you’d recommend? 
Again, sorry for being such a bother, thank you so much for your time, and I hope you get some good rest soon!
- Zizi, new and confused
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mpfuro-station · 2 years
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"Would flowers help?" Aurora mused to themselves, lazing around on a tree branch, hidden away from everyone by the thick foliage. "I could...grow lots to be sold? But who would want flowers in the Savannah?"
"I'd want flowers!" A small child answered as they hung upside down in front of Aurora. The child with a mass of curls in a rusty red color and a mole under her right eye. She had light skin like the sandy grasslands and large human ears. She hung by a prehensile tail from a branch above Aurora. "Do you have any right now?"
"Wha-?! How, when?" Aurora jumped a bit, catching themselves so they didn’t fall out the tree. The kid nimbly came to sat on the same branch as Aurora, almost in their lap, and stared at them with wide brown eyes. Aurora tilted their head, “You’re one of Furo’s cousins, aren’t you?”
“Well technically, my mom is her cousin. Her mom is my Great-Aunt Melli!” The kid started with their family tree. “But that can get really confusing, so we just say aunt, uncle, or cousin! She’s Cousin Mumu, and I’m Zani! But everyone in the family calls me Zizi!”
“Well, hi Zizi. I’m Aurora,” the fae introduced.
“So, do you have flowers or not?”
“Uh, not right now. I’d have to grow them first.”
“With magic?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you a mage?”
“Studying to be one.”
“How old are you?”
“Older than you, I can tell you that.”
“You’re a fairy, right?”
“What gave it away?”
“My big brother is half fairy,” she shared after her rapid-fire questions. “His dad is a fire fairy.”
“Is he now?” Aurora tried to recall seeing another half-fae beside Rozalie when they met Furo’s family, but couldn’t remember meeting him.
“My little brother and I are half monkey beastfolk. My big brother name is Brazza and my little brother is Tanga. Brazza is helping Vormel with the music at the fair.” Zani rambled on. “He’s not shy, but it takes a lot to get him to talk to people.”
“A lot of fae are like that. Must be genetic, hehe,” Aurora joked.
“Did you grow a flower yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Dang it,” Zani pouted.
“What are you doing to help with the fair?” Aurora fished for some more ideas.
“Hmph, I have to sit with my mom and sell beads while she does people’s hair,” Zani huffed. “It’s super boring, that’s why I’m skipping, like you!”
“I’m not skipping, I just wasn’t given a task yet,” Aurora retorted.
“Sure, sure,” Zani didn’t try to hide her skepticism. “Why don’t you take my place and help my mom! I’m sure she’ll like having fresh flowers to braid in people’s hair!”
“Don’t try and push your work on me!”
“I’m not doing that!” Zani denied. “Think of it like this! My mom can teach you how to do braid hair while you work! If you know how, then you can help Mumu do their hair when you back to the fancy magic school you go to!”
“Hmmm, I guess,” Aurora pondered. “But why do you call them Mumu?”
“Same reason you call them Furo,” Zani said. “Her name’s too hard to say. Although, I’m going to be nine soon, so I can say their full name!”
“Say it then,” Aurora challenged. Zani looked confused. “Say Furo’s first name. Since you’re almost nine, it should be a piece of cake right?.”
“Of course! My cousin’s name is super easy! It’s...i-it’s Mu...Musee...” Zani’s tail flicked as she struggled. “Muthille!”
“Hahaha!” Aurora broke out laughing.
Zani lightly pounded on Aurora’s leg, “Shut up! You say it then!”
Aurora shook their head, “Oh no, I’ll mess up even worse! Don’t want to do that! Hahaha!”
“There you two are!” Furo called up into the tree. Both looked down to see them with arms crossed. “Zizi, your mom is looking for you! And Aurora, I’ve been looking for you! I thought a cheetah might have gotten you!”
“Nah, the cheetah stayed back at school, remember?” Aurora joked. Furo bit back a chuckle as they continued to stare down their targets. Aurora sighed and conceded, “Okay, we’re coming.” They grabbed Zani like she was a sack and jumped down from the tree.
“I could’ve climbed down faster without you,” Zani grumbled.
“Zi, you better get back to Poechi before she feeds you to a lion,” Furo threatened.
“Yeah, Zi, better get back to your mom,” Aurora smirked.
“Hmmm!” Zani puffed up her cheeks. She turned to look Furo in the eyes with an unamused glare. “You’re wrong! They aren’t cool at all!”
“What-” before Furo could ask anything, Zani ran off toward the fair again. 
“So...you think I’m cool?” Aurora’s teasing voice broke the silence.
“I- you see...We aren’t talking about that right now,” Furo deflected. “I was told to find you a place to help out.”
“Oh, I found one, thank you,” Aurora smiled.
“Really? Which stall? Or is it an activity?”
“I’m gonna help Zani’s mom braid hair. She invited me a few moments ago, and it was fun chatting,” Aurora said, keeping the smile. “Her mom was Poechi, did you say?”
“Y-yes”
“Great! We should head back to the fairgrounds then! Can you show me where her stand is?”
Furo scrunched up their nose, but agreed, “Sure, let’s get going. I wasn’t kidding about the cheetahs.”
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quirrrky · 3 years
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I forgot to send my one in lmaoo,, I'm sorry, but for your ask game could I have Ushijima and Daichi from haikyuu please if you don't mind??
My favourite past times are reading books, mostly historical fiction or classics and literary fiction. I read all genres but those are my main go tos. I just have to like the book if that makes sense, like the writing style and shit. I also like writing, I think of prompts in my head that I could write about then I get these sudden spurts of inspiration and quickly write them down. I'm very introverted, but once I get comfortable with you I will talk your ear off, and it does get annoying sometimes, but I don't even realise that I talk that much. I like chilling at home mostly, don't really like going outside that much to be honest, if I do it's when it's quiet outside, early in the morning at like 6 am or something when I'm going to school. Its peaceful and it gives me a lot of time to think as well.
Tysmm,, I hope that you have a lovely day bubs. Please take care of yourself and make sure you drink lots and lots of water!!
zizi! 💗i literally put on a sweet song in the background for you let's channel that sweet vibe in here
daichi - you were waiting for a public transpo with your friend and enjoying the time of your life rambling with her about the current topic you're talking about. when, you noticed that you caught daichi's attention. he immediately turned his head away when he noticed that you caught him, blush visible on his face. you couldn't believe what was happening and as if curiosity took over you, you took a glance. you both caught each other's gazes again and sharply turned your heads away. however, the next time you took a peek at each other, he smiled at you fr and like, you can't help but smile at yourself too. starting from that day on, you became more conscious of each other's presence.
ushijima - you were walking going to school when you suddenly felt like checking your phone. you had your eyes on it for a brief moment only, but still, you managed to bump into ushijima who's currently having his usual morning jog. he's a sturdy guy so it's just natural that you stumbled, dropping your phone, its lcd broken. he reprimanded you for it and turned away. what a way to start your day, but he jogged back to you and insisted that you both get your phone's lcd fixed together in the weekend.
🎱 ask me your meet cute
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poem-today · 2 years
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A poem by Kim Addonizio
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Penis Blues
I miss the penis. I feel like a word with no vowels; no one wants to pronounce me. Woke up this morning, looked around for my penis. J'ai été dévasté; le zizi, Je ne pouvais pas le trouver. I would like to order a penis, please, with dressing on the side. Also, this soup could use a dash of penis. Señor Plátano: ¿dónde estás? Mr. Defile Me, where you at? There's something lacking in the décor: an artfully placed penis. There used to be one, right over there. Reading the paper, using a drill gun, leaving socks on the floor. Now there's a hole in my heart, penis-sized. Ohhhhh prostate baby you up and gone. Those ol' seminal vesicles done rambled on. Corpus cavernosum, mmmmm-ahhh—hmmm ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm A penis has taken flight. Probably gon' fly all night. There's a flock of penises headed south. Their cries recede over the distant car dealerships. Over the darkened pleather interiors and the stoned janitor, slopping his mop in a bucket of dirty water.
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Kim Addonizio
Listen to Kim Addonizio read her poem.
Listen to another reading of the poem by Kim Addonizio with musical accompaniment.
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ayay · 4 years
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*realizes I typed rss instead of rrs* welp, hey again. how's today treating you all? currently tired af but otherwise good. guy I like appears to be doing better n we played Minecraft for three hours n he's so cute ahdhdh sorry I don't have a whole lot to ramble abt since no school— uh¡ Anyway I gonna get my pajamas and go to bed!!!1 Sleep tight ♡ - 💫
hello! u r valid (tbf i thought u were just talking about rose subsys (of which im a part of lmao). today has been well, overall speely tbh. please tell guy you like zizi rrs says hi! (i think i covered everything, im kinda rlly tired lmao)
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nieltrash · 7 years
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I had to repost bcs my tumblr mobile is fucked up?!?! I was tagged my bish @kangdanielrant for lockscreen + homescreen + selfie + the last song i listen to tag. Thankyou luv for attacking me so early in the morning, it's 11 am here btw. As u can see, im an actual human trash for Daniel and also Dean tbh. A quick rant, i actually went to Dean's concert last June (it was amazing!!! Obv) and i met him in person *cries happy tears* Enough with the rambling lol, im tagging my other half @ongcarrey that i just found out that shes been back on tumblr with new url smh🤦🏽‍♀️ and my loves @woojinsnoona and @sweetbabygirllor that wont leave me alone on daniel content, @realdefdani-pote (this is a revenge for a non wannaone bias moodboard tag, lol jk ily zizi) and my new friend, a trash too @daniel-trash 💖
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chaelight · 4 years
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today's the last day for my froggy zizigom to arrive before amazon declares it lost :/
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chaelight · 4 years
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omg wait i have the same email but it redirected me to an actual shipping site but it says that my package is loaded & ready to go to the next destination as of 5/29 but no updates after that?
yeah, mine says the same thing. what probably happened is that the goms are being delayed in LA customs due to limited staff, so it'll probably take a hot second for them to get out of there, sigh.
manaus works surprisingly fast though. they already processed my refund request and everything, so there's that. hopefully the goms can escape california soon!
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chaelight · 4 years
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shut up shut up shut up hyungwon is so cute he's so cute
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chaelight · 4 years
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froggy zizi WILL escape from postal purgatory and arrive today i speak it into existence
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