had a #blender thought while reading a great fic (bracing for impact, by prose_and_pears on ao3).
i need rumi being held, cradled, so carefully by mira and zoey, one of them stroking her hair, holding her like she’s the most precious in the world. which she is was to them.
and then i need one of them, i don’t care who, killing her. mira, i think. holding rumi’s saingeom while her other arm is supporting rumi’s body, zoey holding her up the rest of the way because rumi is shaking so much she can’t hold her own weight.
i think it would be slow. mira would hesitate, of course she would. hell, i can’t come up with a situation where they would go through with killing rumi, but they’re doing it, so everything must have gone to shit.
so mira brings the sword up. rumi’s not really fully aware but her hazy eyes are opened just enough to see the movement. to assess it. to track mira’s hand, gripping *her* soul weapon, and to close her eyes and nuzzle further into mira’s other palm, and focus on the feeling of zoey’s nails running through her hair.
zoey is undoing her braid, she would realise. she doesn’t have the wits to wonder why. she’s never really let them see her with her hair down, but she’s never let them see her patterns either, so why can’t her last day be a day of firsts?
she’s not shaking, mira realises as she holds the tip of the saingeom to rumi’s chest. she’s purring. her throat is twitching ever so slightly, and there’s a sure, hearty rumble growing from her body.
cats purr when they’re happy. mira knows this. cats also purr to self soothe.
rumi’s a demon, not a cat, so mira doesn’t try to decide which one is happening. she can’t trust biology if she can’t trust the love of her life her best friend.
rumi isn’t watching. she’s purring and she’s just happy to finally let herself rest in the arms of her girls. her girls, her soulmates, her loves.
mira can’t take the waiting anymore. she knows she’ll never get the chance to hear rumi’s newfound purr again and she can’t let herself want it.
so she pushes.
rumi bleeds out in their arms.
they stroke her hair as she dies.
she’s smiling.
she can finally meet her eomma, they hope.
she’ll never find that afterlife. she’ll stay with them, following them, haunting them, forever.
she’s never been anything without her girls, after all.
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PS: the tumblr post with part 1 has been flagged for being too ✨spicy✨, so idk if you can still see it. if not, you can see part 1 by clicking the associated link. sorry about that 🫶
Like, believe me, I get it, but I feel like every time I go back into my history I see more *sorry, this fic has been deleted!* pockets where there was once a story, and it’s so sad!
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am i the only one who, despite obviously loving the three pairings within polytrix, cant actually read anything about those pairings that doesn’t at least imply polytrix is a thing? like that’s my girl (x3) dont leave her out
years and years into the future, even after theyve trained their successors and maybe even their successors successors, i honestly think huntrix would still REVEL in demon hunting
maybe its the sheer chaos the three of them have as individuals, maybe its the demon patterns that zoey and mira got on their ring fingers when they agreed to marry rumi, but the three of them still got it when they’re in their 70s
theyve got kids now (their daughters followed in their footsteps both as idols and hunters) and some grandkids too, so theyve lived a long while. theyre happy.
one day, they decide to help out on a hunt. everything goes normally until it doesnt.
all three of them get hurt, and pretty badly too. their daughters, all in their 40s now, carry them back home to take care of them.
mira wakes up first.
she looks around the room, and sees her kids watching over her. she doesnt see rumi and zoey anywhere, which is a relief, because that means they must be fine.
but its strange, still, them not being there. whenever one of them is hurt, the other two are always hovering over them.
“where are your mom and mama? are they stuck in the bathroom?” she jokes with her children.
(she cant conceive it.)
they dont answer her.
(its simply not possible.)
mira frowns. “what? whats wrong?”
(rumi is half demon. they dont know how long half demons can live for. shes aged normally but that doesnt mean she cant still have a prolonged life.)
they all look devastated. tears are rolling down her youngest daughter miyeongs face. shes in her early 30s.
(zoey is the youngest. she’s younger by two years!)
realization begins to dawn on mira. terrible, horrible, awful realization.
(mira isnt half demon, and she’s not the youngest. its not right.)
she begs them. pleads with her children to tell her its not true. they say nothing. a silent confirmation of one of her worst fears.
(her children never forget the wail she lets out when she finally comprehends that rumi and zoey are gone.)
mira was the first to wake up.
mira was the last to wake up.
grief makes mira a shell of herself. she no longer is the easygoing, quick to smile when with her family woman she’s grown into over the last half century. she’s not even the sullen, angry girl she was before she met rumi and zoey.
she’s just a shell. a husk.
(they never did get over their separation anxiety. they figured they spent every day together anyways, so what was the point?)
the only reason she still goes on breathing, why she eats and drinks just enough to go on living is because the maternal part of her cant bear to leave her children behind, to subject them to losing all three parents in one fell swoop.
(she knows rumi and zoey, if put in her position, wouldnt be able to go on. theyd wither away without her or each other. she doesnt begrudge them that fact. doesnt think any less of them for it.
shes almost glad it was her left behind in that sense, so that her children wouldnt have to watch their mama or mom physically deteriorate.
she doesnt realize that watching her mentally deteriorate is almost worse.)
but she barely sleeps. when she does, she cant stay asleep. long gone nightmares return to ravage her mind at night. she whimpers and cries out rumi and zoeys names in her sleep. her daughters go to train by the tree one day, and mira begs with them, pleads for them not to go. it takes them a while to realize its because she’s convinced they’ll find rumi’s body, cut down by celine’s or her own hand. another day, she’s left inconsolable, running around the compound (its where theyve all settled for now, to keep an eye on their grieving mother and take care of her), searching for something, and it takes a while to finally get her to tell them she’s trying to find zoey, to tell her she didnt mean it, that they are a family.
(the reminder that rumi died fighting alongside her, not in some self loathing act, and that zoey died knowing mira didnt mean it, that they were a family, is only a little comforting to her then)
her mental state gets worse. the two brightest stars in her sky have gone out. the world has gone dark.
its no wonder, then, that her brain resorts to the coping mechanism it does to keep her from completely losing her mind.
(then again, perhaps she does completely lose her mind then)
the first hint something is going wrong in her mind is when she starts staring into space. her eyes lock onto a spot, but not in the way they do when one is disassociating or is just lost in thought.
they see something. its just not something any of them can see.
at first its easy to snap her out of it, but it gets harder and harder to do so after a while.
one day, one of her children walks by her room, and hears her laugh. its the first time they’ve heard it since before her wives died.
theyre elated, and they go inside her room to see which of their sibling got her to laugh.
but mira is alone. she’s talking to no one. laughing at something no one said.
she looks up when she realizes theyre there. she even smiles. “oh! hey! wait till you hear thi-”
but then she turns back to where she was looking, and her smile falls. whatever she Saw is gone.
they realize pretty quickly after that that mira has been hallucinating rumi and zoey. that her brain was so unable to handle them not being there that it conjured up images and sounds of them so it wouldn’t have to
it only gets worse from there.
pretty soon its not so easy to snap her out of her delusions. but each return to reality leaves her in worse and worse of a state. eventually they stop trying to snap mira out of it, because whenever she is hallucinating them, she’s much happier.
she has full conversations with “rumi and zoey” while their children are in the room. she jokes with them, bickers with them, even sings old songs with them. their children try to play along, no matter how much it hurts to watch their eomma like this, to have to pretend their mama and mom aren’t gone forever.
(shes hearing laughter that they’ll never get to hear again. she’s hearing singing they’ll only get to hear in recordings. she sees smiles they cant. its agony for them.)
she stops eating unless its one of their favorite foods, and wont eat unless theres two extra portions of it put out for “rumi and zoey”. they leave two empty seats out for their lost mothers.
she makes plans with “them”. goes to the park with “them”, and at one point puts her jacket on the ground over a puddle for “them”. “they” go to the aquarium together, and mira listens to “zoey” ramble about the animals there and shares affectionate smiles with “rumi”.
its easier for her to sleep, because she’s been experiencing the phantom sensations of their hands and limbs wrapped around her. if she has a bad dream, she wakes up to “rumi” kissing her cheek, and “zoey” holding her hand. she tells “them” about her nightmare (that they’re gone, and this is all just fake or a hallucination, that she’s alone in the world without them), and “they” comfort her by telling her it wasnt real, that “theyre” there, “they’ll” always be there, theyll never be apart. and she falls back asleep, comforted by “their” words.
she follows “them” out one day. walks along the paths of the compound, ones they used to chase each other down as teenagers. “they” lead her around, just as they always have, and she follows, just as she always has.
eventually, “they” bring her to the cemetery, where all the hunters of years past have been buried. she complains at first (“ugh, i thought we were having a nice walk this morning. whyd you bring me here? its SUPER depressing.”), but “rumi” and “zoey” don’t respond. “they” just keep walking. they go past all the graves, and mira grows warier and warier. when they pass by miyeongs grave, she bows her head in respect. when she sees celine and poppys, she feels a pang in her chest, missing them dearly.
and then, of course, she sees them. sees where “rumi” and “zoey” have stopped.
“their” own graves. the ones mira hasnt been too since their joint funeral. “they” each stand in front of their own, staring at her blankly, as though showing her that that’s where they belong.
the memory of their loss hits her like a freight train. she collapses to her knees. reaches out for “them”, as though begging for “them” to help her back up, to let her forget again.
but “they” dont. “they” cant.
and suddenly, mira knows why shes here. she crawls over to the spot between their two graves, and curls up, closing her eyes.
she hears the sound of “them” sitting next to her, feels the faint, phantom sensation of “their” hands on her, before they fade away and are replaced by their real hands, by rumi brushing her hair out of her face, by zoey rubbing the side of her knee with her thumb. she opens her eyes and sees them smiling down at her, the three of them finally back together at last
(their children look for her for hours, terrified of where their mother has gone off to. they dont even think to look in the graveyard at first, knowing how much she avoids it.
but once its the last place they havent checked, they go.
they find her on the ground between her wives, their other mothers’ graves, a peaceful smile on her face.
Can’t believe it’s been a whole year of KPop Demon Hunters!! Drew this Polaroid of the girls for Sony Animation’s social media to celebrate the anniversary~
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Man, I cannot believe that it has been a year since this movie came out. NEVER has a movie taken over my brain like this one did. If, 10 years ago, someone told me that one of my favourite films of all time would about KPOP, I would not have believed you (I'd probably also say "how the hell do you know that" and "is that a time machine"), yet here we are, and this is firmly in my top 10 favourite films of the decade. The songs are absolute bangers, the characters are amazing, the story (whilst not perfect) is incredibly fun, and I finally have a favourite band. And, above all else, I just love seeing all the fanart, fanfiction, and other content this burgeoning fandom has created. Thank you everyone who worked to bring this movie to life, you are all amazing, and I cannot wait to see what the coming years have in store for Huntrix.
happy pride month everyone! i made this piece specifically for june and it means a lot to me, especially for pride
kpop demon hunters had a very complicated relationship to me, but it was refreshing to see the directors and writers not shy away from its queer themes especially in today’s climate
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would you guys like a fic where Rumi can manipulate the honmoon and cut other hunters off whenever she wants to? zoemira lying and hiding from Rumi while fumbling her? or just some tasty hurt/comfort? go read it! it's criminally underrated and needs some more visibility!
oh, absolutely. I see it more as ace with (almost) no prior romantic experience, but aro still fits (tho not my personal hc, I need her to be hopelessly in love with the girls lol)
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I'm really curious about what the fandom divide is. Wait. Ooooh I have another idea. *adds saja boys* *evil fly rubbing hands laugh* super curious how this poll ends up doing. I'd love a maximum of response so please reblog!