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rumi starts saying kill ten billion demons jutsu during their fights & “believe it!!” & Zoeys like ok u have to be so real with me rumi are u watching Naruto when u sneak off to brood & rumis like…….maybe. & then at like 1:03 am she sends a pic to the group chat of the ninja team & it’s Naruto zoey, sasuke rumi, sakura mira & mira IMMEDIATELY responds when she wakes up she’s like BC I HAVE PINK HAIR? bullshit. make me sasuke & rumi in her mind is like. this is bullshit I can’t explain the whole sharigan & demon shit . n rumi is like. no it’s me & zoeys like miraaaaa it’s bc of mine & rumis obvious sexual tension & rumis like………yeah that’s why
fox spirit whatever. anyway changed my mind Rumi naruto, zoey sasuke, mira Sakura & then the above convo is the same except zoey n mira are bickering over who gets to be sasuke & then mira is like sigh this is easily fixed. rumi is Sakura im naruto & zoey is sasuke
rumi cannot explain the demon stuff & so she sulks for daaaaaays about it
ok but after the reveal zoey resurrects the argument & she’s like ok so. rumi naruto for obvious reasons (THANK you zoey. FINALLY.) & mira is sasuke bc she wishes she could kill her whole village (wouldn’t that make me sasuke’s big brother what’s his face) & then IM sakura & i refuse to hear anymore arguments about it
anyway they go as the trio for Halloween one year & beg Celine to dress up with them & I can’t decide if she just put on one of the headbands or if she goes all out . Mira tells her that rumi is going as naruto & so she dresses up as like. the hokage or smth & rumi is like. why is ur costume better than mine & miras like. bc she’s richer than god. & bc I helped her. & rumis like WHY DIDNT YOU HELP ME??? I ASKED YOU A LOT? I WENT DOWN ON U FOR LIKE TWO HOURS???? & Mira’s like we both know that was more fun for you
the HUGE whiteboard where zoey explains the whole situation to celine (rumi = naruto because orphan, bonded to a demon, sweetheart) (sasuke - brooding, hot, gay) (sakura - underestimated, whatever, I don’t rmbr that much about her , healer? anger issues? waaaaajt mira u legit might be sakura??) gets leaked like SUPER blurry in the background of smth else & naturally all the fans are all over it & basically make the connection now between the demon stuff & rumi being “half demon” & it spirals bc they’re like omg everyone they’re leaning hard into the huntrx verse what do u think it means for rumi
& everyone’s like RUMI COMING OUT ?? but no one will agree as to WHAT bc it literally says “super gay” on the whiteboard so demon can’t be short hand for queer? unless it maybe is supposed to mean trans? but then their whole discography is suddenly suuuuper transphobic which seems not to fit with them being extremely trans positive all the time so the fans are stumped trying to figure it out & basically they decide that it’s about metaphorical demons like depression
so rumi is like. face down on the carpet like. our fans think im gay & depressed
& mira doesn’t bother looking up from her magazine she’s like you ARE gay & depressed
& zoey snaps a photo crouched next to rumi (still facedown on the carpet) & does a peace sign & posts it like. rumi being gay & depressed lol
anyway the fan war is appeased now that they know #queen rumi #gay & depressed
[rating: M] zoerumi ficlet week day 6: video games (truck simulator)
zoey's halfway through shucking off her shirt when rumi's truck rams against the freeway railing.
then comes a series of in-game notifications: property damage: €-1,280, truck damage: 25%, cargo damage: 18%.
but it's whatever.
it's really hard to care about any of that right now, and european roadway laws can eat shit. zoey licks into her mouth. shirtless and beautiful and grinding on her lap.
"o—oh fuck."
"you know i've always wanted to do this," zoey giggles. "think you can finish the delivery?"
finish. finish, yes, she could definitely finish if—wait—
"what?" rumi asks in a daze, head tilting sideways when zoey begins mouthing against her neck. she manages to keep a hand on the (fake) steering wheel, and miraculously avoids a second set of collisions. her other hand grabs zoey by the thigh, pulling her closer until their hips press together.
"ride a car. and you." zoey says it just as her hands slip beneath rumi's shirt. she scratches at her stomach, her sides. licks along rumi's jaw. "but, you know, minus all the safety concerns to ourselves and others! so this is perfectly, really."
rumi's truck rear-ends a little cab when zoey whines right into her fucking ear. she lets go of the wheel altogether because, fuck, why have only one hand all over her body when she can have two? but then:
"drive for me, unnie?"
for me. for me. for me. and rumi just can't ever say no, and—
"just think of it as," zoey leans back with a mischievous grin. she glances down between their bodies, nails sinking into rumi's shoulders, then rolls her hips right against rumi's crotch with a wink and a small gasp at the heat that she feels there, "playing on hard mode."
there's a pause.
"okay," rumi grips the wheel, white-knuckled. "okay," her free hand slips between their bodies to fiddle with the drawstrings of zoey's shorts. zoey shivers through her tender laughter when she feels rumi's fangs on her shoulder. "you asked for a ride."
so they're back from their date—oh my god, their date—and it's the first of what rumi hopes is a million more, and she might just be imagining it, but she swears she can still feel the press of zoey's lips against hers—that lingering kiss, the breathless giggle that followed.
they're in zoey's room now. for some reason, zoey's fussing over the posters on her wall.
in rumi's hand are two copies of a photobooth picture. four different snapshots—and rumi's stupidly smitten in all of them. the last one has them caught in a kiss.
"what are you—?" rumi begins to ask, but as zoey turns she's struck by how pretty she is and forgets how to speak altogether. she leans in, a bit shyly, smiling until their noses brush, licks her lips and asks: "can i—?"
"yes," zoey laughs, coming up to her tiptoes to meet rumi haflway and kiss her. she pulls back. then does it again, quicker this time. then once more for good measure, longer now, pressing herself closer to rumi until she feels rumi's hand on her hip. when they separate, zoey stays close, gaze darting between rumi's eyes and lips. "yes, please."
but then rumi finally remembers her question. "what are you doing?"
"oh!"
zoey grabs one of the photobooth copies. she finds a bit of tape and sticks it on the wall, right at the very edge of the newly-cleared part of it, like she's anticipating more and more and more. rumi feels her heart flutter, especially when zoey takes her hand and says:
In the cool dark of the exhibit, with the insistent heat of Zoey's mouth on hers, Rumi stumbled back until her knees hit the theater seat behind her.
It was probably too early in the morning to risk being caught like this, in public, with Zoey climbing into her lap and her tongue delving into her mouth and her hips rolling urgently into Rumi's waiting hands–
And Rumi wanted to protest, but how could she?
Their date had started with warm tea and sweet pastries from a cafe on the way to the museum, and Zoey's disguise for this trip included a beanie pulled low over her sparkling eyes (and a shirt proclaiming Amaze! Amaze! Amaze! though she refused to explain), and Rumi was helpless to resist when Zoey interrupted her quiet explanation of black hole formation to tug her into the museum's theater presentation–
(Explore the Universe, from Beginning to End!)
–pushing her against the wall in a tiny, private alcove hidden from view.
Her lips tasted of honey and her body pressed firm against Rumi's and her soft whimpers echoed in Rumi's soul; when she drew back, peering around, Rumi followed.
They were alone in the tiny theater–which could seat at least twenty–but there was no telling how long that would last; the museum had opened at 7 AM, but with the chilly, rainy weather, they had the entire building to themselves. They were alone even now, the presentation playing on the screen as Zoey towed her to the farthest row; settling into Rumi's lap, she paused.
"Can you–" She laughed, suddenly shy. "Can you keep going? About the black holes?"
Rumi would do anything for her; so she did.
"Most stars don't have the mass for–" She tried, at any rate; with Zoey's lips on her jaw, teeth nipping at her throat, it was more difficult than Rumi had anticipated. "Um–to become black holes, because they're really dense–so dense that light–"
Zoey's breath shuddered as she rocked down into her lap; Rumi's ears rang.
"–Light, is–it's, um," she mumbled, and Zoey nuzzled into her, fingers running along the patterns Rumi could feel flickering in the dark, "–did you know that–the speed of light is three-hundred million meters per second?"
God, God, why did that make her moan–
"It's–in, in imperial it's–nine-hundred–oh fuck, Zoey–" Hands, skating under her shirt; nails tickling her ribs. "Nine-hundred and thirty-six million feet per–"
"Didn't know you were so into astronomy, Rums." This, a murmur, tucked into the base of Rumi's throat. "I thought you were the trains kind of autistic."
"Wanted to be an astronaut," Rumi breathed, eyes fluttering closed; above, the stars glittered in the night-sky ceiling. "Wanted to escape."
Zoey paused, fingers stilling against Rumi's skin. "And now?"
And now?
Now Rumi had everything–love and safety and joy and desire–a tether with two anchors that she could always trust to guide her home, wherever that may be; wherever they were.
She breathed a quiet sigh, tracing her hands around Zoey's waist, reaching up to cup her face.
"Now, I have a reason to stay." She pressed a kiss–chaste, this time–to Zoey's lips. "A sun in my sky." Another kiss, Rumi's hands drifting down, fingertips trailing over Zoey's throat; she shivered in Rumi's lap. "My moon and stars–"
"You are so fucking corny," Zoey mumbled against her lips, grinning widely. "Put Science-Rumi back on, you dork."
Rumi laughed loud in the quiet of the empty theater and gripped Zoey's belt with her fingers, yanking her flush.
"Rude."
"You love it."
"I love you."
Zoey's giggle was breathless. "Same thing. Now talk nerdy to me, baby."
Rolling her eyes, Rumi complied. "Hydrogen and helium are the most common elements in the universe," she murmured, tugging the end of Zoey's belt free from its buckle. "Makes up like, ninety-eight percent of everything."
Her fingertips skimmed beneath the waistband of Zoey's jeans, drawing a gasp from her lips.
"All the planets, all the galaxies; it's hydrogen and helium. All star stuff. We are star stuff."
The button came next; Zoey shivered. The zipper slid quiet beneath Rumi's fingers.
"The Big Bang is a misnomer, actually–"
"Fuck, Rumi–" Heat and wet and God, Zoey's voice as she pressed in close– "Keep–keep going, please–"
"Black holes are so dense that light can't escape–even at three-hundred-million meters per second, it isn't fast enough–" Zoey squeezed, and Rumi fought to breathe. "The–the event horizon, it's–it's bright because light gets trapped by the gravitational pull–"
Gasping whimpers as Zoey fought valiantly for quiet; she shook in Rumi's arms, pressed against her skin, the space between them minuscule, unbearable.
"Even with the most advanced technology we have today," Rumi murmured, eyes falling closed as she breathed Zoey in, "it would take us seventy-six thousand years to travel to the nearest solar system–and if it meant I got to love you all over again, I'd do it."
Zoey bit back a whine.
"I'd wade through a sea of stars; I'd defy gravity for you. I'd–"
"Alright everyone!" The tour guide's chipper voice cut through the darkness like a blade. "Quick break for the Big Bang presentation, and then we can swing over to the Astronaut Experience exhibits!"
Fuck.
Zoey was out of her lap in a flash, giggling maniacally as she squirmed in her seat, tugging the hem of her hoodie over the disarray of her jeans; Rumi had all of one breathless second to shove her slick-soaked hand into her jacket pocket, blushing furiously in the dark, before a chatting crowd filtered through the door.
They settled into their seats just as Zoey–miraculously put together once more–stood, holding out her hand.
"Well, that's one way to learn space stuff, huh?"
She grinned down at Rumi with stars in her eyes, lovely as the constellations above.
Taking her hand, Rumi laughed and followed, drawn in the wake of her gravity.
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yes i was once again influenced by ejae's "in another world" - the opening line continues to be perfect, i can't help it. anyway: somethingsomething zoey having a hard day…
day 2: space
"rumi, i can see you hovering."
rumi winces; steps onto the balcony towards zoey, who's curled up in a chair, eyes trained on the sky. "how'd you know it was me?"
zoey shrugs - well, the smallest movement necessary to pass as one. "how do you know when it's me?"
rumi blinks. "i just … do."
"there's your answer."
rumi frowns at the answer that barely passes as an answer, at the space separating them. asks before silence can settle there: "what are you thinking about?"
"space," is zoey's answer, her tone less 'here's a zillion facts, unnie!' and more like she's already there: gone where rumi can't follow.
but then zoey looks at her, exhausted, alone - and rumi decides to try anyway.
"can i -?" it's the barest attempt at a question but zoey nods anyway, reaching through the space until there's nothing left between them.
so i heard it was zoerumi ficlet week??? gonna try to do the prompts in between some uh experimental guys ...
day 1: soulmate
zoey's overdramatic gasp already has rumi shaking her head and hastily unlacing zoey's shoe from her own foot, ignoring mira's cackling from behind them, the most amused that zoey and rumi have the same shoe size.
"but rumi!" zoey says through her laughter, trying to keep rumi from taking off her shoe as she shoves her own foot wearing the matching shoe in rumi's face, "we're sole-mates!"
rumi groans, shoving both of zoey's shoes away from her and sprinting away, squealing as zoey immediately starts chasing her around the room.
('i hope so,' rumi thinks later when they're sprawled out on the couch, zoey snuggled against her, their legs and feet intertwined, 'i'd like that.')
“There’s my lunch!” Zoey giggles, gets up on her tiptoes, leans in as she kisses Rumi square on the lips. “And my girlfriend that comes with it!”
“I always knew you’d pick a bowl of gamjatang over me.” Rumi says it with a dramatic little sigh. She pulls Zoey in for a hug anyway, one strong arm around her waist, the other holding a light blue lunchbox with turtles all over it.
“That isn’t to say you aren’t a full meal yourself!” Zoey says matter-of-factly. Rumi turns a wonderful shade of red. “But I’m on the seventh hour of the third day of this shoot and I don’t think any amount of charm and pretty eyes will calm the beast that is my tummy.”
Rumi’s quiet for a little bit, then: “It was going so well until you said tummy.”
“Rumi!” Zoey snorts.
“I was riveted, you see?” Rumi laughs lightly, pulling Zoey in by the waist. “You were painting such a compelling picture. It’s just, beast makes me think more like ‘ravenous maw’ than ‘tummy’ and—”
“Everyone’s a critic!”
“Where’d all that lyricism go?”
“I’m compromised!” Zoey argues playfully. Her arms coil loosely around Rumi’s shoulders, uncaring of everyone else around them in the studio. “Famished! Weary from a whole morning without soup or kisses.”
The closeness and ease between them is recharging her already. Zoey sighs as she closes her eyes and presses her face into the crook of Rumi’s neck, taking a minute to just—breathe.
“It’s your lucky day.” Rumi mumbles into the crown of her head, rubbing her back. “One order of soup and kisses coming right up. Come take a break with me?”
“Love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
Zoey pauses thoughtfully. “You always know what I need.”
Rumi laughs. Zoey feels the rumble of it against her ear. “It’s almost like we’re demon-hunting soulmates, or something.”
And, see, Zoey wonders about that sometimes.
“Mhm. Or something.”
Are they soulmates because the Honmoon told them so—
(She thinks about how Rumi kisses her so tenderly first thing in the morning.)
(And sings to her when she has a hard time falling asleep.)
(And makes her plushies little floating shelves to live on in their room.)
(And waits in the studio when she has to work late.)
(And reads aloud the books she wants to finish but can’t sit still to read herself.)
—or are they soulmates because Rumi brings her lunch in the middle of a long day?
(There’s a winding thread of love tied between and around them now, woven from the silken strands of choosing to love each other day by day.)
(It reminds her that there's only so much that the Honmoon can choose—that they've made it the rest of the way themselves.)
(Zoey thinks it’s more beautiful than even magic.)
I’m sorry, but that is misleading as hell. American and European trucks are bred for different purposes.
American trucks are bred for long hauls on largely straight roads. They can go for hours without a break. A European truck needs more breaks and a lighter load, and they would indeed take great internal damage if they tried to keep up with the Longsnout.
The European Shortsnout is not bred for looks, but for agility! They navigate the windy roads of Europe in a way that would be way too risky for the powerful, but more clumsy American truck. It is true that the European overheats faster at high speeds, that is the very reason that breaks every 4,5 hours are mandatory for both the truck and the handler and a day of driving can never be longer then 9 hours.
So, all in all, appreciate all of our trucks and our shared history, and be the responsible owner that gets the right breed for the right job.
To be fair, the US does have shortnose trucks as well, they’re just a breed kept mainly for very local work where, like the above says, they are working in places with lots of turns, shorter drives, and plenty of stops. I see them used for garbage pickup a lot, where a longnosed Mack wouldn’t be able to fit much less maneuver, and the short nose prevents them from getting rubs (raw skin or even open sores) on their snouts.
I would also like to point out that the tags have got it backwards. The wild trucks (which I’m pretty sure are extinct in the wild now) that all modern breeds stemmed from were shortnose trucks. We had known about automobiles and domesticated several species, but the truck species was not discovered until close to the start of the 1900’s, in Germany, which I BELIEVE was the first country to breed them in captivity, although England was the first country to really start using them for work. I managed to find a photo of taxidermied specimen
As you can see, it resembles both long and short nosed breeds, as well as the far more common house truck used by individuals instead of for commercial work.
As to the aggression, while the mack longnose LOOKS aggressive, they’re generally gentle giants (although please do give them space on the road! not seeing you in their blind spot is NOT the same as aggression!), it is actually the smaller house truck that is often trained by their handler to be aggressive: the keyword being TRAINED, they are also not naturally aggressive. The only time I have seen a mack be commonly aggressive is when they are pulling 2 gravel trailers, and I would be cranky if I was being overworked, too. If you see them hauling that kind of load, just give them space, and you’ll be fine.
@dreorzen While school buses ARE in the automobile order, they are actually part of the Van family, not the Truck family, due to their passenger capacity. As you can see in the photos, they have no cargo bed or hookup, and are not really built for object transport. But they DO excel at carrying passengers, particularly children (although certainly not limited to just children)
They’re known to be exceptionally protective of any passengers, and if you look closely on that second image you can actually see a specialized appendage that is (I think) unique to school buses- a small, red, octagonal fan, which they extend when there are small creatures around them that they are acquiring or releasing. Much like an angler fish’s bioluminescent bulb appendage, this fan (along with several bioluminescent patches on top of their faces and on their hindquarters) works to mesmerize any other vehicles in close proximity, to where those vehicles will cease movement until the bus lowers the fan. It’s super fascinating behavior, and little wonder why we trust our children to these gentle, protective giants.
While these vehicles can sometimes be bred by accident (after all, who hasn’t accidentally left the gate open when your school bus is in season), they are usually bred for specific purposes.
These hybrids are bred for both their cargo capacity and their gentle temperments. Especially in a farm setting, there’s a need for many different kinds of vehicles, some of which sometimes don’t get along. Having a vehicle with both the strength and capacity of a large work truck with the amiable nature of a school bus can be a real benefit.
It’s a little unfortunate that these hybrids tend to be sterile, though, since it would be easier if they’d breed true. Also, something to keep in mind… bus trucks are bred from a bus.
Truck buses are bred from a truck and… tend to not be quite as useful as bus trucks, although some people do like keeping truck buses for companionship and as show vehicles.
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Hyper specific kpdh/phasmophobia au sketchdump I started last summer when I was obsessed with both.
They exist in a very nebulous ghost hunting au: no idols, no weapons, just part time ghost hunters.
Mira is very good at investigating and locks tf in, but is a bit of a scaredy cat when the ghost starts hunting/being spooky. She will be collecting evidence through the tears. She wants to be a van princess, but she doesn't want Rumi and Zoey to be on their own. Her least favorite equipment is spirit box because it's spooky.
Zoey is the most fearless of the three. She loves the thrill of it and will enthusiastically scuttle around the building looking for the ghost. She likes snapping pictures and is the designated bone hunter. Sometimes she gets so fixated on finding the bone she disappears and contributes nothing to the investigation until she finds it. To Mira's horror and annoyance, Zoey uses the summoning circle to summom the ghost anytime she can (on the walkie talkie: "hey guys I'm about to summon the ghost!" *overlapping yelling*)
Rumi falls somewhere between Mira and Zoey on the fright scale. She is still a half demon, so has some advantage, but I imagine she can still get wrecked by a ghost. She's kind of a completionist and wants perfect investigations. If they get all the media they need she might go back to try and get more valuable media. "Delete the motion sensor video, I think I can get the ghost hunting" (Mira dies). Because I think it would be funny, she has a bad habit of wearing flip flops on the job. The frantic flip flopping of her feet as she runs full speed away from a hunting ghost cracks Zoey up.
oomfie made a ruMii on their island and the creature liked the baseball fit so i had to jump to the opportunity also a good excuse to lock in and go over my rendering style (been a hot minute since i last fully render something so im making sure i still got it lmao)
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Not sure if this has been done yet, but I’ve been getting into a lot of Polytrix AUs where Rumi is some sort of creature/animal while Zoemira take her in. So I thought, what if she was an alien?
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