#sunflower serenade

[lavendel081]

Farm House Concept, Storage Room

[jinghay]

Me sitting down with my cup of tea ☕ to read @lavendel081 's new Webtoon episode ✨

[glade-constellation]

I clearly need to get off of Tumblr before I continue to spiral, whoopsie

[kanmom51]

JM Muse Serenade concept photos

Once again, I'm going to jot down a few thoughts that came to mind waking up to JM's concept photos and teaser clip that dropped today.

These are initial thoughts, and if I change my mind or have anything to add, then I will either reblog or add in a separate post, as I usually did. But I felt the need to put these thoughts down in writing and share them with you as is, like a conversation we are having together.

Yesterday we got this teaser.

And today we got the whole shebang.

I can't get a clear photo of the brooch he's wearing, but we all know that it has to have a meaning too.

Also, trying to figure out the meaning behind the three different outfits for the different images.

On the little stage holding the guitar by his side, he's wearing a tailored suit. While in the other photos he's wearing 2 different types of uniforms.

JM up on a stage, the flower all around him. Is he telling us he is going to be sharing a secret?

Or is that him surrounded by the flowers in the sense that he is on this island, wearing what looks like a kind of regular basic suit, isolated, unable to share his secret.

But when looking at the suit you see it's striped,

kind of similar to this one:

The Smeraldo flower is a clear motif throughout the whole album.

We have spoken about it. The meaning of the flower, the garden, The truth untold.

Perhaps the transition into the uniform, now holding the flowers (are those Smeraldo flowers though? Cause they look like a type of a lily), and then the open jacket with the band instruments waiting behind him - him opening up, prepared to share his secret...

But this photo here.

Is the one that I noticed especially, rang a few bells for me.

This is what I saw straight away:

You remember, right?

When JK was asked what part of JMs body is his fave and our man answered all of JM.

And this also did something for me:

This is what I felt seeing that large shadow, one we also see in the concept clip:

JMs words in Letter.

That intimate love song that was not written for us.

Written by JM.

Sung by JM.

The guitars. Letter being an acoustic guitar, quieter, more intimate. While here we have an electric guitar, louder, stronger sounding, for all to hear...

And all of this is for his Serenade concept.

Oh, and we have this too:

Let's look for one sec what actually is a serenade, why don't we?

So we have a song, often in the evening, and mainly outdoors, in public, for all those around to hear your statement of love to the person you are serenading.

Was Letter a serenade?

we talked about it being a song addressed to JK, all while being for army to hear.

So, in a sense this is a serenade.

But then perhaps not just yet, seeing Letter was a hidden track, one to be heard only by those he feels he can trust with his secret.

So not out in the open enough, not public. Not just yet.

Then we have the teaser clip for Muse - taking that Letter out of the closed locker -

Is that JM telling us that this time it's going to be a full on serenade, one for all of us to hear?

Was SGMB that serenade?

It is out in the open with an orchestra, we do have the golden hour effect, so tick to the evening element.

Could this be the serenade to follow Letter? Letter being the more intimate one on one (we did have that whole JM-JK back and forth going on there at the end), and SGMB being that song JM is singing under JK's balcony (we do have him singing to the sunflowers) for all to hear about his love for him?

Or are we getting another Serenade to come? Cause this one felt like it just might be IT.

Oh, and then we have this:

Again, we get the greater/bigger shadow. The lighting...

Golden. Golden hour. JK Golden.

And then we also have this.

One has what seems like the moon to his back.

The other is bathing in lights that light up just for him, feeling like he's bathing in the setting sun.

Yes, I went there.

And if I'm already going there, then why not this?

I think I'll wrap it up here.

Basically this was a rambling of my initial thoughts.

Feel free to comment, add some of yours, start a conversation.

Love y'all.

💜💜

Oh, and go stream SGMB !!!!

[tomarrybigbang]

And that's a wrap on 2024!

The Tomarry Reverse Big Bang has officially come to an end for this year, and it couldn’t be more exciting to see all the fantastic art and stories the participants have shared with the community this time around! Huge congrats to everyone for submitting such amazing work!

An extra special thanks goes out to @cindle-writes for being a superstar with some of the admin tasks this year—your help really made a difference. 🫶

Thanks again to everyone, and can’t wait to see what you create next time!

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despite everything, it's still you by Sofija

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Plague by a_sentimental_man

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Eye of a Snake by cyandenial the alchemy by eleven_eaves

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Consequences of Murder by PenRot demons and angels hang with us by Duender Chosen by Magic and Death by HadrianPeverellBlack

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Accidentally having it all fall into place by Lerya

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The Sacred Art of Repression by Trixie Soil by ratzeebatz

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Cerulean blue by albondiguilla

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Luminescent by Lilies Sunflower Serenade by dystopianRebel The last enemy to be defeated is death by tinystreetlamp

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[amirasainz]

Hey sweetie, could you do more Kelly and max with reader please, reckon their underrated

FLUFF!!! Enjoy reading and let me now if you have some requests. I will take a short break from writing to focuse on my lasts exams. But afterwards, I'll write all of your requests.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Sunset Serenade

Max Kelly and Amira had always been inseparable. Their love story was etched in the sands of time, and the beach was their sanctuary—a place where laughter danced with the waves and secrets whispered through the salty breeze.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the Amira Luxury Resort’s private beach. Max, with his sun-kissed hair and easy smile, spread a blanket on the sand. Kelly, her eyes the color of the Aegean Sea, unpacked a picnic basket filled with fresh fruit, cheese, and a bottle of chilled wine.

Amira, radiant in her sundress, twirled toward them. Her laughter echoed as she skipped across the sand, her feet leaving delicate imprints. Max and Kelly watched, hearts swelling, as she spun like a dervish, her joy contagious.

“Look at her,” Max whispered to Kelly. “She’s our sun, our moon, our everything.”

Kelly nodded, her fingers brushing against Max’s. “We’re lucky, you know. To have found each other and to share this paradise with Amira.”

As the sun dipped lower, they settled on the blanket, toes buried in the sand. Amira strummed a guitar, the notes blending with the rhythmic lapping of the waves. Kelly leaned against Max, her head on his shoulder, while Amira sat cross-legged, her eyes wandering towards the horizont.

“Sing for us, Schatje,” Max pleaded, his voice like a seashell pressed to her ear.

And so, Amira sang—an old spansih ballad of love and longing. Her voice carried across the beach, weaving through the palm trees and reaching the distant cliffs. Kelly hummed along, her eyes never leaving Amira’s face.

The sky transformed—a canvas of pastel hues. Pink melted into orange, and the sea mirrored the colors, as if the universe conspired to paint their love story. Amira’s fingers danced on the guitar strings, and Kelly’s heart swelled. She knew this moment was fleeting, yet it held eternity within its grasp.

After a while, Amira leaned against Kelly, her head resting on her chest. “Tell me a story,” she whispered.

Kelly glanced at Max, who nodded. “Once upon a time,” Kelly began, “there were three souls entwined by fate. Amira, the poet, sang of love. Max, the racer, painted sunsets. And I, the dreamer, wove their stories into constellations.”

Amira’s eyes sparkled. “What happened next?”

Max leaned in, his lips brushing Kelly’s temple. “They danced under the moon, their laughter echoing across the waves. And when the stars blinked awake, they made promises—of forever, of love that transcended time.”

Amira sighed, her fingers tracing patterns in the sand. “I want that,” she said softly.

“You have it,” Kelly whispered. “In every sunrise, every shared smile, every stolen kiss.”

As darkness settled, they huddled closer, wrapped in the cocoon of their love. Max hummed a lullaby, and Amira’s eyes fluttered shut. Kelly pressed her lips to Max’s, tasting salt and sweetness.

“Forever,” Max murmured against her mouth.

“Forever,” Kelly echoed.

And so, they sat—a trio of hearts, bound by love, watching the stars emerge one by one. The waves whispered secrets, and the moon painted silver trails on the water. Amira slept, her dreams filled with sunflowers and seashells.

As the night deepened, Max and Kelly held hands, their love a constellation in the vastness of the universe. They knew that tomorrow would bring new tides, but tonight—the beach, the music, and the magic—belonged to them.

And so, they stayed, under the star-studded sky, doting on Amira, their love story etched in the sands of time.

[multifandomfix]

Being A Seamstress Who Falls For Jaskier Would Include

You meet Jaskier when he stumbles into your shop, needing his vest repaired after one of his misadventures with some girl’s jealous ex. His charm captivates you from the start, but you’re hesitant, and initially think he’s just another overly flirtatious bard.

After visiting your shop a few times, Jaskier notices your skill and begins weaving metaphors about your craftsmanship into his songs. You catch him humming one such tune, and it makes your heart flutter.

As Jaskier becomes a regular customer, he starts requesting custom outfits for performances, bringing out your creativity. He trusts your vision, praising how your designs help him command attention on stage.

You notice Jaskier finding more reasons to linger in your shop, even when he doesn’t need anything repaired or made. He playfully teases you, but there’s always a softness in his eyes when he does.

One evening, after a particularly rough day, Jaskier seeks refuge in your shop. He drops his usual bravado, revealing a more vulnerable side. You comfort him, and the bond between you grows deeper.

Jaskier starts bringing you rare and beautiful fabrics from his travels as gifts. He insists they’re for your work, but you suspect they’re really a way for him to show his affection.

You admire Jaskier’s boldness and the way he expresses himself through music, while he’s in awe of how your delicate stitches create masterpieces. Both of you recognize and appreciate each other’s art forms.

Eventually, Jaskier invites you to accompany him on the road, promising to serenade you during long travels. You find yourself stitching his torn outfits while sitting by a campfire, with Jaskier always nearby with a song to accompany your work.

The two of you often exchange witty banter, with Jaskier teasing you about your more “serious” nature while you roll your eyes at his flirtatious quips. But beneath the teasing, there’s undeniable chemistry.

One day, during a crowded tavern performance, Jaskier surprises you with a song dedicated to “the finest seamstress in all the continent,” full of heartfelt lyrics that make you blush. That’s when you realize just how much he truly cares for you.

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[locsandletters]

ᯓ petals; l.colwill

──one shot

pairing ➜ bsf!levi x black!fem!reader

word count ➜ 1.4k

warnings/notes ➜ none

summary ➜ after you casually mention you've never gotten flowers before, levi makes it his mission to send a bouquet every day. he's a little extra like that.

it started out as a joke, really.

you were curled up on the couch, legs draped across levi’s lap, watching some cheesy romantic movie that he insisted he didn't like but somehow was way too invested in. you could see the way his brow furrowed slightly at the more dramatic scenes, how he'd sigh under his breath when the dialogue got too corny. but he didn't move. didn't suggest switching to something else. just sat there with you, his arm resting casually over your shins.

the movie was predictable, the kind where the girl gets swept off her feet by the guy who does all the grand gestures. serenades, dramatic confessions, and, of course, flowers. there's always flowers.

you weren't even really thinking when you said it. the words just slipped out, casual, almost absentminded. “i’ve never had anybody buy me flowers before."

levi had looked at you then, eyebrows raised. "what, ever?" he asked, as if the idea of someone never receiving flowers was absurd. which, to be fair, it probably was. but somehow, no one had ever thought to do it. not for you, anyway.

you shrugged, adjusting yourself on the couch. “i mean, it's not really a thing, is it? like, flowers are pretty, but they just die in a few days. seems kinda pointless."

he didn't say much in response, just nodded like he was thinking it over, and the conversation moved on. you didn't think about it again — at least not until the next morning.

you opened your front door, ready to step out for a coffee run, when you were greeted by a bouquet of lilies sitting on your doorstep. soft pinks and whites that were almost too pretty to touch, with a small card tucked into the stems. you picked it up, turning the envelope over in your hand before pulling out the card.

“you said you've never had flowers before. thought i'd fix that. - l"

you had smiled, shaking your head at his handwriting, a little messy, but undeniably his. you figured this was just levi being levi, being his usual thoughtful self, and so you set the flowers in a vase and went about your day. thinking maybe it was just a one-time thing.

it wasn't.

the next day, it happened again.

this time it was sunflowers. big, bold, unapologetically cheerful sunflowers that seemed to fill up the entire space when you opened the door. the same little card was attached, and you couldn't help but laugh at the message.

"they reminded me of you. bright and slightly dramatic. - l"

you rolled your eyes at the dramatic comment, though the grin on your face betrayed any mock annoyance you tried to muster. because, of course, levi couldn’t give a compliment without sneaking in a jab.

but it didnt stop there.

by wednesday, you were staring at the growing collection, wondering if this man had lost his damn mind. a new bouquet greeted you every morning without fail. roses, tulips, daisies—you name it, he sent it. your apartment was beginning to look like a florist's fever dream, and you were quickly running out of vases.

you'd tried texting him, something light and teasing, like, "okay, levi, you can stop now. i think the neighbours are starting to think i've won the flower lottery or some shit." but his reply was nothing but a string of white heart emojis and a "don't act like you're not loving it."

and the thing was—you were loving it. probably a little too much.

by thursday, your entire living room was flooded in soft pastel hues, the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the air. there were daisies scattered on your coffee table, a bouquet of orchids taking up space on your kitchen island, and you were pretty sure you saw a single rose — deep red, classic — perched on your nightstand, courtesy of a sneaky delivery you hadn't even noticed.

and the cards? they kept getting more random, more ridiculously sweet.

"because you said you like blue and i think that means i need to buy every blue flower in existence. - l"

"my baby cousin helped me pick these ones. - l"

"no reason today, just thought of you. - l"

by friday, you had to call him.

"when i said i've never had anybody buy me flowers before, i didn't mean for you to turn my apartment into a flower shop," you said the moment he picked up, no greeting, just the disbelief in your voice carrying through the phone.

you could hear the smile in his voice. "what, too much?"

you walked through your living room, surveying the sea of petals that seemed to grow by the day. "levi, i literally don't have space to sit down anymore. i'm drowning in flowers."

"that's an exaggeration." he chuckled, and even through the phone, the sound of it made your chest warm. "again, dramatic."

"no," you deadpanned, moving aside an empty vase you had abandoned by the door. "i’m being very literal right now."

he didn't answer for a second, and you could almost picture the grin on his face, the way he always seemed so pleased with himself whenever he did something ridiculous like this. "well, you said no one ever bought you flowers. figured id make up for lost time."

"you really didn't need to go this hard, though," you said, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. "a single bouquet would've been fine."

"yeah, but where's the fun in that?" he asked. "besides, i wanted to see you smile."

and there it was. that thing he did. levi had a way of slipping under your skin, getting past your defenses before you even realised it. he could be so casual, so easygoing, and yet, he always found a way to say something that made you pause. made you feel.

because he wanted to make you smile. and that's what made it different. it wasn't about the flowers, or the grand gestures—it was the thought behind it. the way he listened, remembered, cared in these small, almost insignificant ways that added up until they felt overwhelming.

"you're ridiculous, you know that?" you said, voice softer now.

"i've been told," he replied, but his tone matched yours—there was something in the air between you two, something unspoken but undeniable. a shift.

the line went quiet for a beat, and you could feel the words you weren't saying hanging there, suspended in the space between you. because as much as you wanted to pretend this was all lighthearted and fun, you knew that wasn't the whole truth.

you weren't just falling for the flowers, for the sweet notes. you were falling for him. for the way he made you laugh at the smallest things, for the way he seemed to understand you in ways most people didn't. for the way he showed up—physically, emotionally, in all the ways that mattered.

you were falling for him, and as terrifying as that thought was, it was also inevitable.

"so," levi said finally, breaking the silence, "should i stop?"

you blinked, caught off guard by the question. "stop what?"

"sending flowers. i mean, i wouldn't want to overwhelm you or anything," he teased, but there was an edge of sincerity there, like he was testing the waters, waiting for your response.

you hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. but then you glanced around your apartment, at the vibrant bursts of colour that had turned your space into something out of a dream.

"no," you said softly. "don't stop."

"good," he replied, his voice warm and light, and you could hear the smile in his words again. "because i wasn't planning on stopping.”

you laughed, shaking your head. "of course you weren't."

but as you hung up the phone, your heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. because maybe this was more than just a silly gesture. maybe it was levi’s way of showing you something bigger, something you weren't ready to admit just yet, but were starting to understand.

because maybe you were falling for him.

and maybe—just maybe—he was falling for you too.

[guardiandragon98]

I've been following and liking a lot of creators' content and realized, hey, I'm a creator too. Might as well share to the Tumblr-verse my big bag of stories. Click the link above to access my AO3 profile.

For those who want to browse my stories per category. Here's my...

MASTERLIST PART 1 - this focuses on all my fics that are part of a series.

How to Train Your Dragon... with The God of Mischief

Summary: After falling off the Bifrost, Loki finds himself not as a pawn of Thanos, but transformed into an ordinary mortal and sent to the island of Berk. Taking on the name "Erland", Loki makes his way in the world of dragons and Vikings alongside the village outcasts - Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and Zenna Arrowhead Fiersome. And Loki soon discovers he may not be as powerless as he originally thought.

In Order

The Inventor, The Healer, and The Fallen Prince - Prologue, Complete

How to Train Your Dragon... With The God of Mischief - Follows the events of the 1st film, Complete

Legend of The Boneknapper Dragon with The God of Mischief - one-shot

Gifts of the Night Furies with The God of Mischief - one-shot

Riders and Defenders of Berk with The God of Mischief - Follows Riders and Defenders of Berk, Ongoing

Where Ever Your Road Leads, You Can Always Come Back Home to Me - one-shot crossover with Thor films

HTTYDWTGOM One-Shots - A collection of one-shots sometimes set during in-between moments of the films and series in no particular order and just some fun things I can cook up, Ongoing

Sonadow Boom

Summary: An AU of Sonic Boom where Shadow isn't a brooding edgelord, is Sonic's boyfriend, and Eggman doesn't realize he's hired a mole. This has fluff, a little bit of smut, and a whole lotta Sonadow cuteness. Enjoy!

For this list, I'm putting the ratings here as a heads-up. For those who are underage, steer clear of the rated M and Explicit stuff.

Words of Encouragement - General Audiences

Serenade - General Audiences

It Takes A Village to Defeat A Hedgehog - Teen and Up Audiences

I Will Never Give Up on You - Teen and Up Audiences

A Moment of Pure Bliss - Mature Audiences

A Night in the Most Non-Secluded Secluded Jungle Ever - General Audiences

Let Me Tip You with Kisses and A Little Something Extra - Mature Audiences

Eggman The Video Game AU - Teen and Up Audiences

Closure - Teen and Up Audiences

Follow Our Rainbow - Teen and Up Audiences

The Next Great Adventure - Possibly the Greatest Adventure of All

Summary: When a string of garbage can thefts strikes Seaside Island, Sonic and Shadow lead the gang on a search for the thief. What they didn't expect was to become parents to a scared little tenrec with electrokinesis and a troubled past.

Sonic Boom Season 3: The Faith Tenrec Saga - the one that started it all :) Complete

To My Darling Faith - one-shot

Sunflowers for Mommy - one-shot

Love That Lasts Longer Than Paper Hearts - Valentine's Day one-shot

You're My Heroes - Father's Day one-shot

The Tale of the Space Child and the Wind Child - one-shot

In Every Shape, Way, and Form - one-shot tie-in with Sonic x Shadow Generations

Faith's First Halloween - Halloween one-shot

Now All My Stories Have Been Told, Except for One - tribute one-shot to my Dad

The World is Big Enough for All Your Love - Ongoing

Welcome to the Greatest Storm - one-shot

These Are A Few of Faith's Favorite (Fluffy) Things - one-shot

His Purpose, His World - one-shot tie-in with Shadow Generations: Dark Beginnings

We're A Pusheen Family - one-shot

I'll make another masterlist for the stories that don't have any series, though some of them are connected to my Sonic fic series in this list.

Happy reading ;)

[luneandbarbecue]

What do you think AGS’ favorite flowers would be?

Genesis:

He slightly admonishes himself for being so typical, but the rose is a beautiful flower and Genesis does find himself partial towards them. Though a common thought and option amongst people, it is still a brilliant and stunning when one appreciates them deeply, it's a classic for a reason. However, it is not the only flower he is fond of. There are rhododendrons, gladiolus, foxgloves, cornflowers, tulips, hibiscus, etc. The apple blossoms of the Banora White sport a pure-white skirt, hence the name, and he recalls feelings of accomplishment and appreciation as he witnesses its fickle cycle. Even if the memories of his hometown were at times marred with baggage, there were a few things which lightened the load. His family home would sprall and climb with bright bougainvillea and he would often read and memorise passages of LOVELESS under them. They were one of the good things he'd associate with Banora. Under the bougainvillea, he dreamed, fancying himself a warrior like his stories and picturing the future, under the bougainvillea, he met his first true friend one cicada-serenaded day.

Angeal:

As a person who grew to love plants, he can list a couple of flowers he enjoys; asters (daisies, chamomile, etc), hydrangeas ("did you know they change colours based on their pH levels?"), dandelions ("they are not weeds, they fed me"), forget-me-nots, dahlias, etc. Angeal is also fond of bougainvillea as they were almost everywhere in Banora. He had held hands with his parents along with them and he had met Genesis while the boy was running amok, pretending to be a hero. His mother was fond of gardenia's and he and because they weren't easy to grow and maintain, he and his dad worked hard to grow them for her, the smile on her face was worth it. Lavenders are truly a joy to work with. They are hardy to a majority to climates, a pretty colour to look at - Genesis said that they go well with his eyes, a compliment which stuck with him-, smell great, and they are practical to the boot. You can mix them with vinegar to make a cleaner, use them to flavor baked goods, tea and meat, use them to calm yourself, what more can you ask for! He will always love this humble flower.

Sephiroth:

It was rare for Sephiroth to see a flower in the wild. At the beginning, he'd only see them in the pictures of books, in a gilded vase belonging in the company. Flowers were one of the things that would give him a semblance of 'life' outside of his sterile, harsh cage and he found himself appreciating them, from those which are arrayed in shops to those which grow wildly in tree and meadow. In general, he finds himself partial towards white liliums for their elegance, cherry blossoms (and similar), peonies, morning glory's and small blooms such as baby's breath and sweet alyssum's for their humble, yet pretty presence. He wondered what kind of flowers would his mother like. Maybe a pale yellow one, like the ribbon she wore on her ponytail. In an encyclopedia, he saw a yellow flower called a 'daylily' and immediately thought of his mother's ribbon. A sentence said that they symbolised 'reunion', and he closed his eyes, pressing his hand to his heart. The pink carnation is also held close to his heart, for people say is symbolised a mother's love.

Bonus: He also likes sunflowers cause BIG.

(I tried to balance the amount but I ended up giving Seph an extra sunflower, forgive me hehe)

[svt-yexi]

Weverse: Dino

Dino have you ever wanted to know what backstage is like during concerts carats? I give you, Yexi's continuous solo activities featuring our staff 😂

💎 Hahaha Yexi out here just living her best life

⚔️ 😂😂 Our sweet Yexi serenading us all

💎 The make up Unnie just covering her mouth and contiuing tells you this is a common occurrence.

👑 Don't be a hater Channie, jealousy doesn't look good on you 😏

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[lavendel081]

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[spicy-pears]

I'm not sure if this is how it works. But I have a drabble request? About a girl who's car breaks down a mile or two from the slaughter family gas station. And while she walks along the road listening to music, johnny starts to stalk her. And similar to maria start liking her as he follows.

Please and thank you 🙏🏼😇

𝑶��𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒈, 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔.

𝓦𝓒:1.5𝓚

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕: 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒍.

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒈

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❣️ 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚.

(𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.)

The wind caressed your hand as you let it hang out the car window. Your fingertips would surf the rushing breeze as the music brought your body to a joyful sway. "I'm in love, Sweet love. Don't you ever go away." With a loving smile, you serenaded your passenger. He sat so obediently in his seat, his black fur pushed around with the wind. At the same time, your nails gave him gentle head scratches.

You decided to take the solo drive back to Georgia. Preferring the peace of being alone with your calm pooch. Rather than being in a cramped car with bickering family members. Maybe you should have stuck with your family. You began to admit this mistake of yours. One wrong turn sent you cruising down the vast and long road through the countryside of Texas. This small town was so insignificant its name had the smallest text on the map. “The town of Newt” the fields of corn, sunflowers, and wheat was a sanguine sight. It filled you with the unrivaled serenity that bustling city life couldn’t provide.

Although the free vast countryside brought a timeless opportunity to enjoy nature. The small town seemed to be paused in time, the sparse buildings along the road. All seemed to be built back in the ’50s and ’60s. And hasn’t received any care or renovation since. Wood on barns began to run ragged with make-shift patch-up jobs with metal sheets. The singular diner in the area weathered through pouring rain, showing it through the copper rust stains that ran along its sign and roof.

Oddly enough, the only pit stop around kept updated gas pumps. You were almost tempted to stop and look inside the antique 60s-styled gas station. But a man working there peered into your eyes as you slowly drove by. A look you confused as unfriendliness towards tourists, a look you only needed to see once. Promptly, you turned away from the scar-covered, dark-haired man and continued on your way.

You didn’t fret much about the detour; you’ve been in similar situations. And each one proved to be a nostalgic time that fueled your fire for adventure. “You having fun, boy?” Your glance turned to your perfect passenger. His body curled into a bored ball of fluff, the sorry state making your lips twist into a concerned smirk. “Alright, we’ll be out of this town soon. Ten more miles, and we’ll be in Austin and back on track.” You began petting his coat in an attempt to comfort him.

 Another mile deep into Newt, the local radio tower would interfere with your radio. Cutting off your soothing music, and began broadcasting an eerie news story, "The search continues for a missing San Antonio native. A female college student, who was reported to be taking a trip to Corpus Christi, Texas. She's described as-". Suddenly, the radio began to conflict again, bellowing a loud blaring static. The interference would cause your car to stall, leaving your car at a sudden halt.

"Okay...time to get out of the countryside." The frightening experience made your heart beat fast. Leaving a throbbing feeling running down your veins. With your eyes shut tight, you calmed your nerves and kept your composure. Armed with the knowledge of how to fix your car easily, as this wasn't the first time. With a gentle sigh, you turned to your beloved dog, "Should I walk you first?". Excitement overtook the large pooch as his wagging tail gave the car a light shake.

You’d open his door with a loving laugh, setting him free. While you grabbed your headphones and cassette player. The cassette your mother gave you caught your eye as she painted little white daisies and wrote “y/n playlist.” You would pop the loving gift into your cassette player and began walking, treasuring the one-of-a-kind tranquility. While you dove deep into your own little world, you felt an unwanted tap on your shoulder. Forcing you to whip around, your expression confused and defensive.

“Excuse me, miss. I saw your car broke down back there. And I wouldn’t feel right leaving a pretty thing like you out here on your lonesome. Would you like to hitch a ride?” You instantly became suspicious of his niceties.

But politely, you smiled and shook your head to reaffirm your words: “No, I'm fine. I'm just walking my dog. Thank you though.”. You watched his face skew with confusion and scorn. The latter left you feeling awkward, as your words shouldn’t have caused such strong emotions. Regardless, you would awkwardly wave the strange man goodbye and went about your stroll.

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

Johnny was forced to stay in Newt. After his recent failure, a failure that gained the public a vivid description of his appearance. He preferred leaving home, as it left him a wider range of prey. But the report about him proved damaging to his hunting style, as any woman would now be privy to his nature. Unfortunately for him, being stuck in newt meant one kill every other month.

To not attract more attention to himself and keep trouble off the family's doorstep. Johnny resented the tight leash he was on; the restrictions felt like an insult. He carries his weight and more for the family, bringing home clueless girls and keeping the cold room well stocked. One minor failure with a few college girls shouldn’t gain such strict conditions.

Nonetheless, he was sometimes blessed with a rare treat. Women who couldn’t bother to learn how to change a tire taking long cross-country trips. And most of the time, they run out of gas or break down near one of the properties. Giving him the thrill he thirsted for. Sometimes, he would play nice, posing as a helpful hand that would repair their car. Only to offer them shade from the heat inside the gas station, like lambs to slaughter. This time, he would stubbornly and selfishly try something new. His failures gave him a new trick that sissy patiently crafted for him.

He saw you pass by the pitstop and instantly homed in on you. He found himself becoming "fond" of you. Instead of quickly subduing you, he followed you through the field. Until he realized he wasn’t the only hunter out today, the strange man you blew off would go back into the field. With similar intentions as Johnny, he wanted to catch you. What he wanted to do with you was unknown.

Johnny was no gentleman. He only cared for things that benefited him. And being the only hunter would benefit him greatly. He wanted to be the one to have you as he pulled out his harvesting blade; he committed to that conviction. He supposed he’d “save” you in the process.

The precious Texas oak trees swayed with the wind, almost on beat with the song playing. Your eyes closed, taking in the warm sunlight against your eyelids, singing with the serene feeling coursing through your body. “Strumming my pain with his fingers-“You came to a halt as you heard a burst of sinister laughter drowning out your music.

Your dog stood still, growling at the field of sunflowers, as you cautiously took off your headset. Your little world crumbled against the hauntingly quiet reality. No other sounds of life existed for a moment, not even the wind. Only the long, low chirp from the Texan cicadas which brought you unease.

"Careless city girl, I had to kill that man to save your hide!" Suddenly, you felt a strong arm wrap around your tiny waist from behind. While his free hand firmly pressed a chemical-soaked cloth against your mouth and nose. The potent vapor reminded you of cleaning products, how it made your eyes burn and water desperately.

Through your burning tears, you looked up at the now bloodied man you previously saw at the pit stop. Viciously, you would reach for the man's wicked face, digging your nails into the sensitive tissue of his ears. His pained wince eased into a demonic hiss. Your hopeless clawing proved fruitless, as the acidic smell made you grow weak. The hold on your face grew rougher, "Now quit your fightin'!".  

Your gaze was laced with exhaustion as your chest heaved lightly through the snug tank top that hugged the plushness of your chest. A final plea for release, you drifted your hand down his face. Only for him to keep smirking at you with an impatient glare. Latter of which made you feel like a tiny toddler fighting sleep. Ultimately, your body grew limp as you finally fell unconscious. "Good girl, pretty as a peach even.” Johnny would throw you over his shoulder, carrying his catch home. He would turn to your dog, patting his thigh, a subtle command for the dog to follow.

“Come on, big boy. Let's take ya’ll home."

~𝓕𝓘𝓝~

"Killing me softly with his song"

[glade-constellation]

We were supposed to go to bed hours ago, but that didn’t happen. Basically, Billy got frontstuck for a moment and was clicking through random apps to calm us down until I was able to take over. Ten, Billy, and I then proceeded to spend several hours fixing up our Simply Plural, all with a little friendly banter. (Lunar was there but he was more focused on the banter part.)

Tired? Yes. But satisfied with how far we’ve come.

- 🌻

[dystopianrebel]

Sunflower Serenade

It came as a wave of foreign magic wafting throughout the Underworld like a toxin. One moment the King was sitting upon his throne, Cerberus’ three heads in his lap, with his Queen sitting next to him; then less than half a minute later he was suddenly waking up in the body of a small, mortal child. The dull, grey walls of Wool’s Orphanage, that he would soon become familiar with and accustomed to, surrounded his now small frame.

Though he was without proof, the whole incident had his younger brother, Zues’ name written all over it.

And, so, he cursed the other’s name more so than he already had in previous year, however feeble the action was.

Art by .reredrum

This is being posted late, apologies, but here’s my Tomarry Bigbang entry for this year! Enjoy!!

[jeremiahofphilo]

Serenity's Song

[Closed with: @irisirens]

It's 3am. Jeremiah has seen better days. It doesn't matter. In a few hours, he knows who he'll be seeing and it'll be worth it. An envelope is securely sealed, and then at least for that time being, he attempts some shut-eye. His body recuperates as it can, then with a fresh mind and fresh eyes, makes his way in the late morning to Iris's place, a few paper envelopes of various sizes in hand in addition to the one earlier that morning, and a shopping bag with some sunflowers sticking out.

He taps at her door, butterflies already swirling. "Croissant delivery for- Ire-Ireese? Ireyes? Irish Serenade? Ires Sinbad?"