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Truly a tragedy she’ll never see the post 2018 movies

Of course she has to have the Dom Toretto bald cap and vest

"Are you familiar," Celine began, "with time loops."

Rumi blinked once. Twice.

"Familiar as in…"

"The general concept." Celine clarified, her tone weary in the sort of way one's was when they knew more than they should. "You know. The Girl Who Leapt Through Time. 12:01 P.M.. Run Lola Run, Source Code, Edge of Tomorrow, The Endless, One More Shot, Stalled, Exit Strategy, Returnal, Doctor Strange, CTRL Z, Loki, Doctor Who, Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Groundhog Day. That sort of thing."

Rumi shifted forward, eyes darting across the expanse of Celine's eyebrows in an attempt to magnetize the older woman’s pupils upward.

"I didn't know you liked all those."

Celine's answering chuckle was drier than the Sahara.

"I don't. But I thought… It didn't matter. None of it helped. None of it changed anything. And I never..." Celine took a breath, shoulders drawing upward as she curled in around the black hole in her stomach. "I never would have done it. Ever."

Rumi's expression sharpened, recognizing the elder Hunter's mercy for what it was. "I understand."

"You don't."

Celine finally lifted her head and—

Oh.

There were decades in those deep brown pools.

Centuries.

So I read "let me be a little less liminal" by @whatwordsmiss and thought it was incredibly good!

So I made a theme for it. As one does.

Enjoy!

(Influenced by the scores of 10 Cloverfield Lane, Alan Wake, The Haunting of Hill House, Iron Lung, IT: Chapters One & Two, The Terminator, and Terminator Zero.)

("Rumi's Signs" by Marcelo Zarvos -- interpolated from 0:57 to 1:14)

("Golden" by HUNTR/X -- interpolated from 1:15 to 1:35)

What. What.

RadioAnon WHAT.

This is… this is truly the greatest gift. I’m speechless. My jaw is on the floor. I am crying my damn eyes out. This is going to be on repeat for the rest of my life.

Figured I might as well keep this all on one thread! Without futher ado...

Some call her a psychic or medium, others call her a bone witch. Mostly, she calls herself burdened.

The first track for the Medium!Verse (as depicted in Chapter Three: or the last thing i see).

Based on the incredibly strong mood of the chapter, I used the opportunity to pay tribute to one of my favorite Neo-Western scores -- Marco Beltrami and Buck Sanders' score for Logan.

(The quote which most popped up in my head while writing this: "Nature made me a freak. Man made me a weapon. And God made it last too long.")

It was incredibly fun to try and work within the limitations set by Beltrami and Sanders, plus my own set restrictions while living up to the standard set by the first track. Speaking of, there are a few references to that track buried in here -- see if you can spot them all!

A light slips into you, and tugs. Guides. Ushers you with gentle hands—

I think I just wanna let this one speak for itself. Only thing I will say is, start playing this during Chapter 5 when you hit:

A hand slides into yours. Palm to palm. Squeezes.

-- RadioAnon

At this point, nothing's gonna be a surprise for the actual album but I keep wanting to share these because they're labors of love in every sense of the phrase

Plus, this is sort of a "thanks for taking the time with my song recs, if another one pops into my head, I'll send it your way"

(Warning for "dark she can't breathe" -- it's loud. It contains some audio elements that may be a bit intense.)

Start the first track at "Dirt. In her mouth. In her lungs." Start the second at "Rumi turns and runs".

Excerpts from the soundtrack booklet / behind the scenes madness under the cut:

Dawn will come faster than she’s ever prepared for.

Normal, ordinary art student Rumi here. Ignore the pain behind her eye. Ignore the winds crying her name. It's just the life she needs to endure.

(AKA, guess who's back??)

Recommended to start the track at "Rumi stares at her reflection in the mirror."

Behind the scenes madness under the cut!

Situation update: The soundtrack is split into two volumes, split beginning at Chapter 6. Anyway--

“I am, you know. Sorry. Or, well. I guess maybe you don’t know because I haven’t been the best Eomma lately, have I?”

Begin at "The video ends."

Behind the scenes here we go!

Tee-hee, time for skating!

This is more a mood piece, so there's no specific start time here. I'd suggest playing it around "But she has to shake it off quickly"

BTS below the cut, per usual:

So I read "let me be a little less liminal" by @whatwordsmiss and thought it was incredibly good!

So I made a theme for it. As one does.

Enjoy!

(Influenced by the scores of 10 Cloverfield Lane, Alan Wake, The Haunting of Hill House, Iron Lung, IT: Chapters One & Two, The Terminator, and Terminator Zero.)

("Rumi's Signs" by Marcelo Zarvos -- interpolated from 0:57 to 1:14)

("Golden" by HUNTR/X -- interpolated from 1:15 to 1:35)

What. What.

RadioAnon WHAT.

This is… this is truly the greatest gift. I’m speechless. My jaw is on the floor. I am crying my damn eyes out. This is going to be on repeat for the rest of my life.

Figured I might as well keep this all on one thread! Without futher ado...

Some call her a psychic or medium, others call her a bone witch. Mostly, she calls herself burdened.

The first track for the Medium!Verse (as depicted in Chapter Three: or the last thing i see).

Based on the incredibly strong mood of the chapter, I used the opportunity to pay tribute to one of my favorite Neo-Western scores -- Marco Beltrami and Buck Sanders' score for Logan.

(The quote which most popped up in my head while writing this: "Nature made me a freak. Man made me a weapon. And God made it last too long.")

It was incredibly fun to try and work within the limitations set by Beltrami and Sanders, plus my own set restrictions while living up to the standard set by the first track. Speaking of, there are a few references to that track buried in here -- see if you can spot them all!

A light slips into you, and tugs. Guides. Ushers you with gentle hands—

I think I just wanna let this one speak for itself. Only thing I will say is, start playing this during Chapter 5 when you hit:

A hand slides into yours. Palm to palm. Squeezes.

-- RadioAnon

At this point, nothing's gonna be a surprise for the actual album but I keep wanting to share these because they're labors of love in every sense of the phrase

Plus, this is sort of a "thanks for taking the time with my song recs, if another one pops into my head, I'll send it your way"

(Warning for "dark she can't breathe" -- it's loud. It contains some audio elements that may be a bit intense.)

Start the first track at "Dirt. In her mouth. In her lungs." Start the second at "Rumi turns and runs".

Excerpts from the soundtrack booklet / behind the scenes madness under the cut:

Dawn will come faster than she’s ever prepared for.

Normal, ordinary art student Rumi here. Ignore the pain behind her eye. Ignore the winds crying her name. It's just the life she needs to endure.

(AKA, guess who's back??)

Recommended to start the track at "Rumi stares at her reflection in the mirror."

Behind the scenes madness under the cut!

Situation update: The soundtrack is split into two volumes, split beginning at Chapter 6. Anyway--

“I am, you know. Sorry. Or, well. I guess maybe you don’t know because I haven’t been the best Eomma lately, have I?”

Begin at "The video ends."

Behind the scenes here we go!

Flash forward to main Celine rescuing Sarang Ang killing her double and the whole ordeal along with her untreated ptsd also has her developing psychosis. But like with the popular canon of her and Rumi being autistic she is incredibly supportive and helpful to Sarang while denying she has the same thing cause she can’t be “weak”.

Oh, yeah, I could definitely see that!

By the time she comes to the main timeline, Sarang is pretty good at telling the difference between hallucinations and reality and just… ignoring the hallucinations, and other aspects having to do with delusions or disorganized thoughts would just read like a part of the ptsd to the people around her. Thankfully, she gets into therapy relatively quickly and they end up covering “do you see things other people don’t” in the intake

Where mirror!Celine taught her to mask it (via attacking her for ever talking about it), her new family are pretty supportive of her in dealing with anything she needs and making sure she feels safe, just like they always do

And seeing as she very much deserves it, obviously, there’s no point in trying any sort of gut ritual about it either—no, she should just Get Haunted

Celine: Oh, she told me.

Huntrix: ???

Zoey: Okay, um, when? (maybe she means an old argument they never finished?)

Celine: Yesterday, while we were on the flight to Seoul.

(please note Celine is using the most casual tone of voice about this, like she's talking about chatting with the grocer down the street)

Huntrix:...

Celine: And Third agreed with everything she said.

Rumi: Yesterday?

Celine: Yes, on the plane.

Mira: Okay...Celine...you remember what Sarang's therapist was talking to her about?

Celine: Oh, this isn't that. I'm being haunted and deserve every second of it.

Celine: It's fine.

So the first step is bodily hauling her to a shaman!

Rumi: please, Celine

Celine: but I deserve this

Zoey: I already made us an appointment and everything though

Mira: And do you really think Miyeong and Third deserve to be stuck here with us?

Rumi: 🥺

Celine:

Rumi: [pulls Sarang close so they can use the 🥺 attack together]

Huntrix lowkey can't decide if they want Celine to be right about being haunted. On the one hand, she'd be being haunted, which: bad.

On the other, if she's not being haunted and is in fact hallucinating all this, they're going to have to try and get her to therapy which...yeah.

Rumi and Sarang are about to test the limits of that double 'please' face.

Spirit of the plane's chief project engineer: *shakes head in a distinctly "wasn't us" way*

Shaman:

Woohooo! The latest chapter is up!

I've had the idea for this one since almost the creation of the fic. It was a very fun and rewarding learning opportunity, and I hope you all enjoy!

Celine being Celine decides maybe she should take a vacation to clear her head only thing is she didn’t tell anyone and she decided to have an off the grid vacation.

Cut to sometime later with Bobby panicking and calling the girls to tell them Celine is missing and no one knows where she is.

What follows is Celine trying to find some inner peace and do some introspection in a remote peaceful place while everyone else is frantically searching for her fearing the worst.

Main!Celine not having enough room in the trunk to stash Mirror!Celine’s body. Mirror!Celine riding in the passenger's seat as Celine drives to her house. The two of them getting to talking, like the Dwight and Jackie-Boy scene in Sin City

Like, obviously the dialogue isn't 1:1 with the character personalities but:

Mirror!Celine: What's got you smoking there, bud?

Main!Celine: You shut the hell up, Celine. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.

Main!Celine: Ah, it tells you something about your state of mind, don't it? It's got you hearing things, it's got your nerves shot. It's got you smoking. You know, it's true; nobody ever really quits. A smoker's a smoker when the chips are down. And your chips are down, pretty much...

I dunno, it’d be a hell of a confrontation

— Spiderline Anon

Oooooof and it’s like. Celine literally lives in a graveyard and yet she finds herself getting in her car (without going inside and telling anyone anything yes!!!) and taking her body away because she does not deserve it. Not to be buried here she does not deserve it not where Miyeong is not where any of them are she does not deserve it

And then she doesn’t know how long it’s been when she starts talking. She’s dead she can’t talk but she’s talking.

“Do you really think it’ll work?” she asks.

“You’re dead,” she says.

She laughs, a little, mostly in her crooked smile. “Do you really think that we could do that? Really?”

“Yes,” she says, eyes on the road, knuckles white on the wheel. “Yes. I did. I will. I can.”

“I’m sure,” Celine says, the slow, soft way she says it when she means to mock the very idea, to remind you that you’re lying and both of you know it.

Celine doesn't need to turn to know those how deeply those glassy eyes reflect her now. How her counterpart's cheeks puff her mouth into a cheshire grin.

"So," she burbles from the passenger's seat. "Are you taking an old woman to see her girls?"

Celine didn't know she could grip the steering wheel any tighter, the leather crying out as it twisted under her grip. A tsk and a ragged inhale from the passenger's seat.

"It would be the kind thing to do…"

Celine's head whips to the side. "I said—!"

Her passenger has long since slumped against the side door, blindly marveling at the bars of the tree-line whizzing past. Her business attire clings to her, suit weighing down the dripping cotton underneath and clinging to the strings of her unruly hair.

"I…"

Celine's seen something like this before. Never in real life, of course, but there was a movie. No, two movies. One from Tokyo, one from Australia, both recommended by Zoey. She hadn't hated them, but hadn't liked them either. Was beginning to abhor the latter's existence, somewhat unfairly.

That poor girl—

"Eyes on the road," the wind whispers.

Celine heeds the warning, coming face-to-face with the rapidly advancing back of a pickup.

Too late to brake, she swerves into the oncoming lane. Overtakes it.

Celine's heart stutters in her chest as she greedily gulps air.

“I always wanted to be buried—“

“Stop.”

“—with Miyeong.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before torturing her daughter for decades.”

“…Miyeong has only been dead for fifteen years,” Celine says, polite and cool.

Like they both don’t know that they’re one and the same, each as monstrous as the other. Like the Rumi in the kennel and the Rumi at the tree didn’t both get there at Celine’s hands.

There’s a shovel in her trunk. A good one. She can dig as long as need be.

“Do I need to break your jaw?” she asks.

“Well, you’d get blood on your car,” she muses. “Be fun for when the cops come calling.”

And the thought lingers like an incomplete melody.

Celine tries her damndest to glue her teeth together. Regardless, the question slips through the bony slats:

"But…?"

Main!Celine not having enough room in the trunk to stash Mirror!Celine’s body. Mirror!Celine riding in the passenger's seat as Celine drives to her house. The two of them getting to talking, like the Dwight and Jackie-Boy scene in Sin City

Like, obviously the dialogue isn't 1:1 with the character personalities but:

Mirror!Celine: What's got you smoking there, bud?

Main!Celine: You shut the hell up, Celine. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.

Main!Celine: Ah, it tells you something about your state of mind, don't it? It's got you hearing things, it's got your nerves shot. It's got you smoking. You know, it's true; nobody ever really quits. A smoker's a smoker when the chips are down. And your chips are down, pretty much...

I dunno, it’d be a hell of a confrontation

— Spiderline Anon

Oooooof and it’s like. Celine literally lives in a graveyard and yet she finds herself getting in her car (without going inside and telling anyone anything yes!!!) and taking her body away because she does not deserve it. Not to be buried here she does not deserve it not where Miyeong is not where any of them are she does not deserve it

And then she doesn’t know how long it’s been when she starts talking. She’s dead she can’t talk but she’s talking.

“Do you really think it’ll work?” she asks.

“You’re dead,” she says.

She laughs, a little, mostly in her crooked smile. “Do you really think that we could do that? Really?”

“Yes,” she says, eyes on the road, knuckles white on the wheel. “Yes. I did. I will. I can.”

“I’m sure,” Celine says, the slow, soft way she says it when she means to mock the very idea, to remind you that you’re lying and both of you know it.

Celine doesn't need to turn to know those how deeply those glassy eyes reflect her now. How her counterpart's cheeks puff her mouth into a cheshire grin.

"So," she burbles from the passenger's seat. "Are you taking an old woman to see her girls?"

Celine didn't know she could grip the steering wheel any tighter, the leather crying out as it twisted under her grip. A tsk and a ragged inhale from the passenger's seat.

"It would be the kind thing to do…"

Celine's head whips to the side. "I said—!"

Her passenger has long since slumped against the side door, blindly marveling at the bars of the tree-line whizzing past. Her business attire clings to her, suit weighing down the dripping cotton underneath and clinging to the strings of her unruly hair.

"I…"

Celine's seen something like this before. Never in real life, of course, but there was a movie. No, two movies. One from Tokyo, one from Australia, both recommended by Zoey. She hadn't hated them, but hadn't liked them either. Was beginning to abhor the latter's existence, somewhat unfairly.

That poor girl—

"Eyes on the road," the wind whispers.

Celine heeds the warning, coming face-to-face with the rapidly advancing back of a pickup.

Too late to brake, she swerves into the oncoming lane. Overtakes it.

Celine's heart stutters in her chest as she greedily gulps air.

So I read "let me be a little less liminal" by @whatwordsmiss and thought it was incredibly good!

So I made a theme for it. As one does.

Enjoy!

(Influenced by the scores of 10 Cloverfield Lane, Alan Wake, The Haunting of Hill House, Iron Lung, IT: Chapters One & Two, The Terminator, and Terminator Zero.)

("Rumi's Signs" by Marcelo Zarvos -- interpolated from 0:57 to 1:14)

("Golden" by HUNTR/X -- interpolated from 1:15 to 1:35)

What. What.

RadioAnon WHAT.

This is… this is truly the greatest gift. I’m speechless. My jaw is on the floor. I am crying my damn eyes out. This is going to be on repeat for the rest of my life.

Figured I might as well keep this all on one thread! Without futher ado...

Some call her a psychic or medium, others call her a bone witch. Mostly, she calls herself burdened.

The first track for the Medium!Verse (as depicted in Chapter Three: or the last thing i see).

Based on the incredibly strong mood of the chapter, I used the opportunity to pay tribute to one of my favorite Neo-Western scores -- Marco Beltrami and Buck Sanders' score for Logan.

(The quote which most popped up in my head while writing this: "Nature made me a freak. Man made me a weapon. And God made it last too long.")

It was incredibly fun to try and work within the limitations set by Beltrami and Sanders, plus my own set restrictions while living up to the standard set by the first track. Speaking of, there are a few references to that track buried in here -- see if you can spot them all!

A light slips into you, and tugs. Guides. Ushers you with gentle hands—

I think I just wanna let this one speak for itself. Only thing I will say is, start playing this during Chapter 5 when you hit:

A hand slides into yours. Palm to palm. Squeezes.

-- RadioAnon

At this point, nothing's gonna be a surprise for the actual album but I keep wanting to share these because they're labors of love in every sense of the phrase

Plus, this is sort of a "thanks for taking the time with my song recs, if another one pops into my head, I'll send it your way"

(Warning for "dark she can't breathe" -- it's loud. It contains some audio elements that may be a bit intense.)

Start the first track at "Dirt. In her mouth. In her lungs." Start the second at "Rumi turns and runs".

Excerpts from the soundtrack booklet / behind the scenes madness under the cut:

Dawn will come faster than she’s ever prepared for.

Normal, ordinary art student Rumi here. Ignore the pain behind her eye. Ignore the winds crying her name. It's just the life she needs to endure.

(AKA, guess who's back??)

Recommended to start the track at "Rumi stares at her reflection in the mirror."

Behind the scenes madness under the cut!

fic rec fic rec! The astonishing 'Let me be a little less liminal' by @whatwordsmiss. so interesting and beautifully written and piecing together what is happening ooooooooooooooooooooooo!

let me be a little less liminal - Chapter 1 - geekchic64 - KPop Demon Hunters (2025) [Archive of Our Own]

All of your aus get to meet gacha react introduction style except they're all separated by character [ex; au!celine with au2!celine and au3!celine, so on so forth]

Funniest shit if you ignore the impending murder spree or use creator privileges to say they're all docile enough to attempt to figure out the situation.

KEY WORD; attempt.

Altshifter!celine is panicking in a corner, shifterau!celine is subconsciously worrying about her girls whilst trying to calm altshifter!celine. No it is not going well, Noodle, it's altshifter!celine.

Void!celine has successfully creeped canon!celine into a corner of the room and will not take any of its eyes off of her. Canon!celine is GRIPPING onto our faults and fears shall not be seen like a mother holding her child in a divorce court.

ironic, she could've really used that in the movie except she should take the child part of that metaphor and make it into a literal.

GD!Celine has managed to materialize a hot mug of tea to hold onto and is sitting in a corner as well, she's actively avoided most interactions and is offhandedly wondering why she doesn't feel weak despite not being near the bar.

Shattered! and Runaway! have managed to figure some of the alt timelines out. Considering Shattered! has mentioned that the duo are with one another and Runaway! explained she wasn't sure where her girl was.

Unfortunately this didn't last much longer when Runaway!celine started getting upset at Shattered!celine for leaving her girls.

Yes it devolved partially into a fight. No neither of them won. The void got sick of them and restrained their asses. Without moving might I add. Canon!Celine hasn't been this off-put since Rumi offering her blade.

okay ill stop with the canon!celine jokes

Snowdrop! and Ashes! are both awkwardly sitting by each other with exactly a foot apart. Snowdrop!celine kinda wants to be a little shit and throw some more chaos in but Ashes!celine is bordering on a headache and honestly doesn't wanna be restrained by fuckass cult leader over there.

I can't decide if the mere chaos of this would be enough for ***!celine to droop but i think it'd be really funny if it just started to turn into a puddle and everyone paused just to stare and question the reality of their situation rn because why the hell is someone melting.

Could i describe the other rooms? yes. Am I going to? no. This is long enough and im scared of interaction as is.

Love the fact the gd!Celine is the only one who is "normal". She's seen her fair share of weird shit, this might as well happen. At least it's not the usual cult.

Canon!Celine: Our faults and fears must never be seen, our faults and fears must never be—

Void!Celine: Why?

Canon!Celine:

"mhm."

"and you're encouraged to make these natural connections without any sort of, um, external influences."

"sounds nice!"

"yeah! exactly! it was! and so many people made so many great connections and caught feelings and it was so cute."

"awww."

"right? yeah! awww. but, like, one of the things you're not allowed to talk about is. well. your age."

"oh."

"but it's! y'know! age is just a number. it's all about those feelings."

"okay..."

"and so many relationships were strong enough to, heh, weather that storm?"

"that's... great."

"mhm!"

"... zoey...?"

"yeah?"

"why are you telling me all of this?"

"well... you see..."

"oh---hi, celine! i wasn't expecting you today."

"hi, sweetheart. hello, rumi."

"hi sw... wait. wait... zoey...?"

"i'm just saying, rumi..."

"zoey. zoey, no."

Yes.

Tell her I want my spot.

No.

Sussie perks, eyes half-lidded with practiced incredulity.

Derpy holds the magpie's gaze about as seriously as he can manage.

Rumi, meanwhile, has draped herself firmly over Derpy's back, arms and legs dangling, elbows and knees bent awkwardly against the floor.

She has not moved for the past…

How long has it been, anyway?

She's gonna leave a mark.

Nope.

I leave a mark.

Sussie, Derpy chuffs. I'm helping.

How long have you been "helping" our human, Derpy?

Derpy blinks, absently.

Rumi twitches, minutely.

Do you have a watch?

Why would I have a watch?

You like clothes.

I like my hat.

You like MY hat.

Sussie's wing jitters. Resettles.

I don't have a watch, she definitively squawks.

Well, there you go.

Derpy hums, satisfied, and Rumi's limbs draw in close, soaking up the vibration.

Sussie hop-hop-hops up to Derpy's notes. Leaps up to Derpy's forehead in a single bound. Lightly pecks Rumi's forehead.

Hey.

Nothing.

Again, she pecks.

Hey.

Rumi's very… persistent in her stillness.

Sussie reaches out a wing. Pats it atop Rumi's head.

It's not gonna be weird.

Then, muffled with a helium-like squeak:

"Please don't say it's not weird."

Sussie rolls all her eyes.

I said it's not GONNA be weird. We had time to get used to—

Shutthefuckup.

Sussie's head cranes to Derpy's strained smile.

What—?

Shut up. Right now.

What did I even—

Oh.

Oh, no.

Delicately, Sussie cranes her head back up, finding Rumi — hair frazzled, eye twittering, pupils the size of sugar grains.

"You knew?"

She doesn't phrase it like a question.

Sussie blinks.

Was I not supposed to?

Rumi's head slams down, fast. Sussie's barely able to clear the falling flesh obelisk.

Rumi screeches into her fur prison. Goes stiff, rigor mortis.

Derpy blinks again.