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We will be Hunters - [18 of 26 +2] General Audiences Prequel fic of how Zoey and Mira become friends, with Rumi attempting to be the glue for the three of them. Main tag: Rumi is a liar. Next update: ?2026.
Train From Busan - [1 of ?] Rated M Polytrix. Zombie Apocalypse AU fic featuring an unprepared and still-in-training trio dealing with Demon-Zombies or Zombie-Demons. Main tag: eventual Polytrix. Sporadic Updates.
Ch2 - 5%
Valentine's 2026 [2 of 4]
Wedding Dress - [1 of 2] Rated T Zoemira with past!Rumira. No Powers AU. Petty revenge at a wedding, miscommunication and assumptions galore. Piece-meal writing.
Chapter 2 - 20%
Zany Rumours Mentioned - [1 of 5] Rated T Polytrix. Internet Influencer AU. They each have 2 internet crushes and are disaster lesbians about it. Piece-meal writing.
Chapter 2 - 15%
Hot Girl Summer (Polytrix Omegaverse) [14 of 31]
I tried to figure out how many combinations of polytrix with various designations could be written. And uh, yeah hi. [Masterlist]
[Father's Day - 10%]
Completed fics under the line.
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Angel of Death - T-rated friendship between Huntr/x. End of Life Care AU, Zoey as a daredevil, Mira as a coroner and Rumi as a Personal Care Worker who can reap souls. [Feb 25, 2026]
"Why don't they just move out?" - GA canon-compliant Huntr/x watching OMitB (Only Murders in the Building). [Mar 29, 2026]
A Tail of Land and Sea - Rated T Polytrix. Mermaid AU. Rumi is half-mermaid, and leads a guard of demon slayers across various islands. Daily updates. [May 31, 2026]
We will be Hunters 'verse [2 of 4]
"I don't really like cake." - General Audience Rumi and Mira friendship fic. Rumi bakes a cake for Mira and she doesn't have any of it. [Mar 22, 2026]
"…What if we did?" "Did what?" "Kiss." - T-rated Rumira - Prequel cut(?) content from We will be Hunters ch15, Mira has a breakdown and Rumi comforts her as best she knows [Feb 14, 2026]
Valentine's 2026 [2/4]
"What if we did?" "Did what?" "Kiss." - Is part of both series.
"So, does HR need to know?" - T-rated Zoerumi Office AU. Zoey flirting hard with Rumi who is roommates with Mira, queer platonic friendships and wingwoman'ing present [Apr 15, 2026]
Saja Pride 2026 [30 of 30]
To celebrate Pride month, here's daily stories featuring the Saja Boys--some in romantic relationships and some not (but mostly the former). [Masterlist]
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The thought is quiet. So quiet it almost makes Rumi laugh from the sheer absurdity as her heart clenches in the void that is her chest.
The tinder wood is there, the logs built around her love like a pyre, but Zoey's words—her stutter, her hesitation, the rationalized excuses. Ever since she came back in the way she did.
Steps stuttered. Smoky.
Covered in him. Invaded by him.
All of it—any of it—should have been the spark to set everything ablaze into an all-encompassing inferno of rage.
Yet.
And yet.
'Why him?' Rumi had croaked more than asked. Why did you choose him? I'm right here. I love you. I've been here. I'll always be here. I'll never stop. I gave you everything and I'll always give you more.
Even if you hurt me.
Even if looking at you reminds me that I'm not the only one you'll choose.
Even if—everything.
I won't stop loving you.
Her own hand rests, almost absent-mindedly over her side. Where she wanted bluebells to be permanently etched into her skin.
Humility. Gratitude. Resilience.
Their first date.
Sunshine and hope and jokes and shy kisses and everything Rumi wanted but dared not say she did—lest it be taken away from her.
And the pyre crumbles away into nothing. There is no fire. There is no rage. Her hurt is overshadowed and consumed and twisted into an agony she can barely describe.
But she still loves Zoey.
I'm staying. I always will.
(Maybe she will be the death of her. But Rumi can live with that. As long as she is Zoey's, however long that may be.)
read this thread. this is by far the most concise explanation of a lot of different issues that i’ve seen in fandom spaces in a while. cosigning both the linked thread and the thread about aus/uk/can law that’s linked in-thread.
If someone has never taken a class that includes copyright law, they may not know this stuff, so I don’t necessarily blame random people for not knowing what copyright is, but like… maybe just maybe it’s something that should be taught????
Just another reminder, because this always drives me crazy, but even if monetizing your fic was 100% unambiguously legal and protected, AO3 would still not let you do it because AO3 was founded and is supported by people like me who want a fandom community that is completely divested from making money off of fic.
Yes, this. Lots of fanworks on AO3 are unambiguously legal. Fics based on Shakespeare plays and fairy tales and Greek mythology and The Great Gatsby and your original character from your D&D game are not violations of copyright, because no copyright applies to those things.
AO3 still doesn’t let you monetize those things on the site, because we don’t want the site to be commercial! Because that’s not what it’s for!
It’s not there for you (generic you) to make money off the efforts of the people who build and maintain the site for free! We aren’t getting paid for the work we do to give you a nice site to use, just like you aren’t getting paid for the work you do to create whatever art you share there. Because fandom is supposed to be a community where we share with each other, and therefore we all benefit.
The deal is, we give you a free, stable, safe platform to host your works. In exchange, you get a site that isn’t covered in ads and tip jars and links to gofundme and “read the next chapter at my patreon”. You get one goddamn place on the internet that isn’t trying to make money off you. And we will defend that space and keep it non-commercial.
If you want to make money off your fics, you can instead post them somewhere like royal Road. “Oh, but Royal Road’s culture is so much more negative and stressful and lacks the supportive norms of AO3!” Yeah, because people are trying to make money there. Half the userbase is treating it as a storefront and hustling is the natural social consequence of that. AO3’s culture can only exist because it’s not commercial.
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producer zoey making rumi record a million samples of her "yuh" line for 'How it's done'. rumi starts dissociating from that word so much, it no longer registers as a word.
cut to some days later, zoey forgets to mute her phone and she receives some notifications, with one of the many samples rumi recorded, as a ringtone
mira: is that... rumi's voice?
zoey: *knowing damn well rumi hated that session so much* ...no?
rumi: zoeeeey... *gasps* wait! is that why you made me record it so many times?! for a ringtone?
zoey: ...no?
mira: *calling zoey's phone and a version of how it's done plays with rumi's million 'yuh' samples*
zoey: ...two ringtones? also mira, you fucking traitor
rumi: you better start running
mira: wait, before you kill her. zoey can u send me the file?
Saehee's words linger. Two words with self-righteous anger born from worry and concern and heart-rending love.
They didn't even slam the door behind them.
They opened the door with their practice bag slung over their shoulder, and closed it. They didn't look back.
They had decided. But Rumi, hadn't.
I'm staying.
The statement, a different pair of two words with the same syllables, is nothing profound. Practically matter of fact. It's less a decision and more of an inevitability. The thought of leaving is a concept she would never entertain, drawn by absolute gravity towards the woman before her.
The sun rises and sets.
The moon shines with its full light and grace.
Jung Zoey is her whole heart.
I'm staying.
Rumi looks to Zoey, her eyes are still cast down and it made her feel small that she feels so small from being chastised.
It's not that Rumi doesn't feel that same betrayed hurt.
Of course she does.
That doesn't matter though. Not right now.
Her hand shakes a little as she reaches for Zoey's, hesitating when her girlfriend flinches. She shifts to set her palm lightly on her shoulder instead. To ground her, in a small touch of affection.
It's not forgiveness.
It's being present with her.
"We should eat." She suggests, voice quieter and gentler than earlier. They could talk, later. It can wait.
I'm staying.
There's some murmur of assent, and she takes her hand back. Shuffling her way into the kitchen and putting away the third setting that was meant for Saehee.
'Having leftovers is good,' Rumi thinks. Leftovers take up space in the fridge and if Zoey doesn't feel like cooking a full meal, she can easily heat-up leftovers.
She freezes at the table, holding the pan half-full of kimchi fried rice firmly. Arms wrapping around her middle as Zoey rests her head against her back. She tries to relax, to be less stiff.
And waits.
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
(She sounds so small and Rumi just wants to gather her up in her arms to reassure her that things were ok. Are going to be ok, between them.)
Don't read below the cut if you are not feeling like yourself. I just wanted to get some thoughts out and banish them into the ether-void of the internet.
If you ever feel alone or unable to continue on, take a moment to rest, eat a little something, drink a little something, get a shower if you can. Or, call someone. Anyone.
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I drove in the rain alone today.
Roads slick and slippery under rubber tires.
I think back to vivid imaginations of car accidents. I never imagined rain then.
I think back to the times I wrecked the car.
I was always alone.
I briefly imagined if it would be quick. To be inside a totaled and crumped car.
My sister's words, partially indignant and absurd rhetorical--but containing no worry: "You shouldn't. What if you hurt the other driver doing this?" We never discussed it again.
I park now and sit and weigh my life and my eyes tear up but nothing comes out and I stay quiet.
I don't know if its ideation or nightmare but I know I don't want it to be prophetic.
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Flat colored variant + the rough sketch that started it all. Sry, I haven't shared art here in a min. I'm very exhausted. I ruined my sleep schedule once again
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