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Rumi ([personal profile] denyingit) wrote2025-07-09 02:08 pm
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💫 SEASONS 💜 IC INBOX 🎤 un: Pop Star Royalty

 
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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-20 02:22 am (UTC)(link)

Sure. What's on your mind?

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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-20 02:40 am (UTC)(link)

YES PLEASE!! 😻💖 Omg omg that would make it 100x better!

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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-20 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
🤩 I want to go for a ride! But yeah, we don't want to tire him out too much.

See you in a few!
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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-26 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Zoey slid her notebook into her bag, careful as if it were something fragile. The leather cover was warm from being in her hands all day, and she could still feel the press of her pen strokes inside—inked confessions she hadn’t meant to write. She chewed her lip, hesitating. A part of her wanted to leave it at home, to pretend the song didn’t exist. But another part—the restless, secret part—insisted she had to show Rumi.

Her mind wouldn’t stop racing.

What if Rumi thinks I’m being stupid? What if she says it’s dangerous, that I shouldn’t even have written it? What if she’s right?

It took her a little longer since she'd stopped a few times, and was walking on her own. But not too long after Rumi arrived hopefully Zoey rounded the corner and spotted them. Waving as she walked over.]

Heeeey, hope you haven't been waiting long. He's sooo cute!



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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-26 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Zoey melts a little into the hug, feeling Rumi’s warmth and the steady, reassuring pressure of her arms around her. Derpy nudges his head into the curve of their embrace, his soft rumble vibrating through them, and Zoey can’t help but let out a small, nervous laugh.]

Totally the cutest.

[She still loved the hoodie that had his little face on it. After a moment Zoey pulls back just enough to meet Rumi’s eyes, her hands clinging to the strap of her messenger bag with her notebooks. This had actually been the third song she'd written since arriving, and there were already a half dozen notebooks that continued a mixture of lyrics and ideas. Zoey just hadn't really had the courage to share them yet with everything, and still adjusting. Not until they were perfect.]

We have to get a cone for him too.

[Alright she might be stalling a little, trying to put it off just a few more moments.]
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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-26 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[They'll claim Derpy just like with a hoodie, it might have been Jinu's but now it was fair game for Rumi too which totally meant for Zoey and Mira as well. Zoey trusted Rumi completely, but her songs were still pretty personal. Mainly she was a bit nervous because she probably should have spoken to Rumi and Mira about agreeing to write a song for the embodiment of death before just accepting.

But shakes would totally make it better right? No one could be too upset or mad with something cold and sweet in their hand.]

That sounds like a good idea. We might need them.
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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-09-01 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zoey’s eyes go wide as the magenta smoke clears, leaving behind the tiny striped cub looking far too pleased with himself. She bites down on a smile, but it breaks through anyway, soft and helpless as she watches him pad in circles like he’s showing off his new size. The oversized bell on his collar clinks faintly with each step, a sound almost too delicate for something that had just been a towering, purring presence a second ago.]

You’re… ridiculously unfair. How am I supposed to focus on anything when you look like that?

[She crouches down automatically, messenger bag slipping a little against her shoulder as she wiggles her fingers toward him. He barrels straight into her hands, tumbling and rolling before flopping against her knees with a chirrup that’s definitely not tiger-like, but Zoey can’t bring herself to care. Her heart squeezes tight, full in a way that almost makes her dizzy. She scratches behind his ears with both hands, hair falling forward as she laughs.]

Alright, banana split for the baby prince. Guess we don’t get a say anymore.

[Zoey glances up toward Rumi, her cheeks flushed both from crouching and the weight of the moment. She tugs lightly at the strap of her bag again, grounding herself, and the familiar nerves buzz back in like static under her skin. The lyrics in those notebooks suddenly feel heavier, sharper, like they’re burning a hole straight through the canvas bag and into her. But Rumi’s grin is so steady, so sure, and Zoey feels her chest unclench just enough.]

I… um. After the shakes—if you still want—I can show you the song. I mean I have like three so far, but there's the one I need some feedback on. Actually two, maybe, I'm not sure the other one's ready for a Rumi look over.

[Her voice comes out softer than she means, but she doesn’t look away. Not this time. Even if her stomach does a little flip as she says it.]