April-December

She doesn’t tell anyone and avoids everyone especially Rumi due to having a major crisis about how she went about everything and believing everything will be fine if she just gives everyone space and ignore everything.

This only gets worse when one day she awake to see that she has patterns on her chest over her heart. Needless to say this does not help her mental or emotional state.

This will come to ahead when Rumi gets sick of everything and corners her demanding to k ow what’s going on and if Celine truly hates her for destroying the old honmoon.

Always love some heavy angst! Imagining Celine trying so hard to get through this conversation and just completely falling apart, absolutely horrified that she’s so often hurting Rumi, losing it

Because obviously she'd be upset about succumbing to Gwi-Ma in some way, but imagine she somehow indebted herself to Rumi, and she's still trying to avoid her.

In fact, that's what tips Rumi off - she can feel that imbalanced connection (though of course she doesn't have experience with it, so she can't recognize it for what it is), sees that as the connection grows stronger Celine is avoiding her more, and deduces that they're related somehow.

My preferred read of canon is that Rumi is not and never was a demon nor a half-demon: she was part-demon, born in a flux state between human and demon. The ending of the film reflects her choosing humanity over demonhood

Demons are defined as being controlled by shame, which is where the marks come from—after all, Rumi has patterns, but Gwi-Ma doesn’t know about her. When she rejects shame in WISL, her patterns actually start to glow blue, the color of souls. They’re not a demon anything anymore

While Jinu got his patterns after making his deal with Gwi-Ma, and calls them his mark, they grew to consume him because of his shame. Between him and Rumi, we can see that patterns aren’t a mark of ownership or deals made with demons, but a mark of shame

Now, of course, we see plenty of others patternless and struggling with shame. So there must be some form of magic involved in getting the patterns. A deal, however, does not appear to be it. From our two data points, we can maybe argue that the cause of the shame has to be magical in nature (Rumi’s conception/existence as a mistake, Jinu’s deal), but that sample size is absolutely tiny, so who the fuck knows lol

So: we could get Celine some patterns that are connected to Rumi as much as her own shame… as long as something magical happened between them that makes Celine feel like a bad person. Like, say, the destruction of the old Honmoon happening because Celine pushed Rumi to that point

Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.

The pool is almost empty.

Leandro Erlich’s Swimming Pool creates the illusion of people standing underwater — but only a thin layer of real water sits above a transparent glass surface.

Below it, visitors walk through a dry chamber, while people above see them as if they are submerged.

The work turns a simple architectural element into a visual trick: Surface becomes depth, and the ordinary becomes impossible.

I have spent a significant portion of my life sick in bed. This means I have read... a lot of fanfiction. I do not want to run the numbers (for my own sanity) but there is a nonzero chance that I have read a greater volume of fanfiction than most of you will in a lifetime (yes, even in a tumblr crowd, where I have some real competition 😆).

For a number of years I was really embarrassed by this because for most of my life, I've fit best with the 'socially elitist nerd' set. You know - the ones who don't care if you make a little less eye contact, as long as your performance of intelligence can make them feel intelligent too. I "passed" there. So more than a decade of constant fluff and rom-com "junk" really felt like something I should be ashamed of.

But I've realized recently what fanfiction (or any free web fiction) really is. It's the author's hopes. It's the author's fears. It's all the things you wouldn't write to publish because they feel too sad, or sinful, or sacred.

Without really thinking about it, I've been drinking from the well of human desire - from fear, and love, and lust. I've been reading your precious wishes for family, or protection, or connection. I've been learning how you dream life could be.

Thank you to every writer whose work I have read or will read someday. Thank you for sharing the most precious parts of your heart, even when you didn't realize what you were doing. To every writer out there - every middle schooler with dreams, every suburban mom wishing her life could be something more. You reached out into the oblivion with the piece of yourself you probably don't even share with those closest. And somewhere in this world, a person noticed. Your dreams and hopes and wishes became a piece of me too.

Here is a commission from the amazing @princington of Rumira based on the amazing fanfic stagebound. (I forgot to post it when I first got it)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66956146/chapters/172839034

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