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Don't u hate it when ur finally getting over your (canonically almost world-ending) situationship so u try maybe kinda flirting with a man u meet at some fancy party (or w/e) only to find out later that he's the estranged brother of your best friend and u were attracted to him BECAUSE he reminds you of said best friend.
Tldr: rumi doesn't realise she's talking to miras brother (he really reminds her of mira, but rumi doesnt quite realise it). Her brother knows who she is ofc and figures that he should probably keep his distance, but rumi reminds him of mira and he can't help but want to spend some time with, if not his sister then with his sister's new family. (Also the Japanese movies mentioned are her brothers fav that he showed her when they were younger, so he's taken a back when rumi mentions that mira watches them with r and z they way that she used to w him)
Also the lighting at the start on his face is supposed mirror miras bit in the golden mv (for in my head that are foils/mirrors or w/e)
You can pry my hc that mira and her brother are so alike (physically obvs but low key in many other ways too) from my cold dead hands.Also serving cunt is a hereditary trait. They come from a farming family (An aura farming family):
Also I think it would be funny if not everyone assumes that huntr/X killing demons on-stage is part of the act like her brother sees the whole boss battle w gwi ma on TV and is like "oh I guess they're mudang? Ok"
Context/ plot list/ vibes under the cut
For context: Huntr/X is invited to a fancy elite party or w/e but it's not the glitz and glam kind it's the %1 of the %1 kind of thing.
And they're invited when other entertainment people aren't is bc their economic impact when they tour/ release new stuff is comparable to like a small country's gdp or smth. But zoey can't go bc she's scheduled to appear on like idk physical 100 and she's not missing that for anything. And Mira has some fashion thing idk on but also is like ugh, you couldn't get me to go to on of those things if u paid me.Rumi who after the whole demon reveal thing (weight off her shoulders) is like fuck it I'll go by myself idc I look hot it could be fun.
Mira: "you haven't been to many of those things have you"
And she goes and it's yea bougie af but she can't help but feel like everyone there is looking at her like wolves do a lamb. And this senator dick won't leave her alone (idk doesn't have to be creepy but I feel we've all met people who talk at you foreverrrrrr) so she's having face but ready to tell him to fuck off.
Then some man comes up, politely interrupts and says that the senator is needed elsewhere. And the senator, who was talking a big game, doesn't protest and immediately leaves with the stranger. Rumi didn't get a good look at the man but as they leave he glances back at her, not a wink or a nod but enough to acknowledge, like "gotchu girl"
And later she sees him by himself outside, and as they talk she has this uncanny feeling like she knows him. She can't put her finger on it but she feels comfortable w him, and there's something more to him than he's letting on. He also seems cagey and evasive, but not disingenuous. But then he mentions the "demon type", which sets alarm bells off like does he know? How? Is he just referring to the lyrics from takedown? That seems way too specific tho that would be weird for him to do that.
Then they're interrupted before she gets any answers, but before she goes back inside she pauses. He's like "it was a pleasure". But she has this weird feeling abt him and the demon reference makes her even more suspicious, so she grabs his hand to see if patterns light up. They don't (not a DEMON woo)He's like "tf are you doing"She bails after that it's a bit embarrassing.
Later she's telling zoey abt the guy (damn she can't remember his name) and she's describing him/ his vibes like she's sure they've seen him before. Zoeys like "I mean I can't thing of any GUYS like who you're describing". Not mentioning she's pretty much described Mira exactly.
This isn't anything related to anything else storywise, just riffing off my fav hc that despite mira being the "black sheep" and not getting on w her family they are actually a lot alike (like that other post I made w the gala penthouse thing)
Key differences tho are:She's driven by love where as her father is driven by existential insecurity and fear.
Her mother (although v smart) is v selfish/ emotionally immature where she is the opposite.
Mira knows who she is (secure in her identity) but her brother doesn't know himself anymore (a consequence of trying to win the love of their parents.
Like they both have the same core wound (not seen/loved by their parents - in the right way anyway) but they have vastly different responses to it.Ie Mira becomes so bold and audacious and successful that they are forced to see/ recognise her. Whereas her brother distorts himself in an attempt to match what he understands them to want.
Neither approach is successful, not the kids fault tho it's the parents.
Something so funny to have a character who is the visual of a famous kpop group with a core wound of wanting "to be seen" ie recognised and loved by her family for who she is.
Tho I will say any story abt her family to me isn't rich parents = bad and mean, it's more about how tragedies of the past ripple through generations and how, try as we might, we can never be completely separated from family bc it's literally in our blood.
I will say that I think it would be funny if at first the brother seems to be another example of the chaebol son trope. Only for that to not be the case ie he looks/seems the part so people assume it's the case ie seems aloof and laconic but is actually disassociating so hard and doesn't speak a lot bc his parents were like omg dude shut tf up when he was younger rip self esteem). And wears the suits that people might associate w that east Asian Mafia aesthetic but he's like damn I can't wear t shirts to these meetings tf do u what me to do. He can't help that he has resting bitch face an high cheekbones.
I like to think that unlike her parents, she misses her brother deeply, and he does as well. And they both love each other deep down but both think that the other resents them. And it's easier to hate than to love. But love is persistent. And so they keep memories of one another (maybe her brother is a huuuge kurosawa fan, and used get mira to watch his favourite movies with him. And so she loves to watch those movies with rumi and zoey. Bitter-sweet. And maybe mira would put on performances as a little kid dancing to her favourite songs. And her parents were always too busy. But her brother would sit and watch and applaud. And now he has a playlist of all of those songs. That he listens to when he's sad/lonely. Which is often these days. Bitter-sweet). Also so much time has passed since they last saw each other that it would take Mira like 8 seconds to recognise him now
Anyway I love the intro scene in silence of the lambs where you expect lecter to be a monster but when he's first on-screen he's v clean and presentable, and then later he bites someone's face of like the juxtaposition is tastyyyy.So this is my little version of that w rumi assuming that her brother would be a dick, bc Mira doesn't get on w her family and she's cool so he must not be, then when she realises who he is she's taken aback bc he's actually a lot like mira. But also like mira and herself amd zoey (kpop stars who moonlight as demon hunters) there's a lot more to him than just appearances
Okay, you know what? Given that over the last week I have seen at least one of the common myths of "things you should not do in the heat" come over my dashboard, let us quickly go over this:
If it is hot, you will need to drink more than normally because you are sweating. You can drink too much, though usually your body knows how to regulate it.
Yes, if it is liquid and not alcoholic it counts to your drinking intake. Yes, drinking lemonades, coke and whatever counts. All of it is still mostly water with some sugar and flavors added. It is fine. Be careful about taking in too much caffeine though, as it is a mild diuretic (means it makes you pee more and hence lose more water).
Yes, you also need electrolytes as you sweat them out. But you do not need to drink sports drinks. Eat some yoghurt with fruits, or some watermelon with salt, or maybe cold soup. It will refill your electrolytes.
No, it is not dangerous for you to sleep in front of a ventilator. This is a complete myth that has absolutely no basis in science whatsoever and literally originates with an Urban Legend. Especially with the recent heat wave in Europe for a lot of people the alternative is the possibility of heat stroke. It is fine. Sleep in front of that ventilator. Just make sure you are not getting too cold.
No, using sunscreen does not stop you from taking in Vitamin D, unless you are permanently using super high standard sun screen and are reapplying it every 6 hours as intended. And let's face it: you are not. Your skin gets enough UVB to make Vitamin D, don't worry about it. Skin cancer is worse.
Yes, switching between a very hot outside and a very cold context (be it super high AC or just jumping into cold water) can be a danger for your cardiovascular system, though unless the weather is very hot or the water very cold making the contrast very extreme, it is normally not a danger to people who do not have otherwise issues with their cardiovascular system. Though being a bit careful and allowing yourself to acclimatize is not a bad idea in general.
Yes, you should definitely not leave any living thing in a car while it is hot. Just don't. Cars heat up while standing very quickly and will become a death trap. If you leave an animal or a child alone in the car for even just 5 to 10 minutes, they might die. Don't do that shit.
Yes, you need to be extra careful about your medications. For once, most medications are not meant to be stored at above 25°C (don't ask me what this is in American units). But also a bunch of medications - especially psychoactive medications - will make your body worth at temperature regulation. So be careful.
Yes, you need shadow. Ideally the shadow of trees, because there is indeed a difference between that and the shadow of a building. But any shadow is good, especially during extreme heat.
In the same vein: be also careful about drugs during heat waves - like, the recreational type. Some of them work differently when your body is warmed up like that. Just... ideally read up online on possible side effects that might occur/be worse if taken during the heat.
Generally speaking: stay hydrated. Stay cool. Try to do it as well as you can in your respective situation. Stay safe.
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Polytrix post movie but a little bit of comphet and set in their late 30's-40's
Rumi’s alone at the compound for the week, zoemira are away to keep up with public appearances and solo projects, so Rumi is training the next Gen alone for the time being
Everything's going fine, she was practically raised since birth to do this, Celine’s somewhere on the compound in her study or tending to her garden anyways, but seeing the new gen interact with each other has Rumi....missing something
She's yearning, missing zoemira like crazy, the way the girls interact with each other remind her so much of them when they were younger- their shenanigans and little nit picking fights as they get accustomed to each other
What sets the ball rolling towards polytrix is Rumi alone in bed one night (or maybe Celine’s study that's slowly becoming hers), finger hovering over an 'I miss you' text to their group chat
She runs her palm across the edge of the table. The rough texture of the old wood does little to calm her.
It's there, written and ready. The pixels dither before her eyes if she stares for too long. But she stares all the same, counting the syllables, the letters, hearing the phrase uttered in a meek whisper.
I miss you.
And that's pathetic to say, isn't it? What is there to miss?
Zoey knows what missing is—her parents, respectively, overruning her phone with texts that shamelessly ask her to come sooner than later.
Mira knows what missing is—her brother, annoying to death when he asks her to stop by his city, just for a cocktail or two, a handful of words exchanged.
They both survive years without their loved ones, and here she is, cranky over not seeing them for four days.
She glances at the clock on the wall. Alright, five days.
The phone dims in her hand—for the umpteenth time, indifferently waiting for Rumi to decide—and she taps the screen again.
The words pierce through her eyes. Deeper even, reaching her skull. They settle there and beg for her to do it, do it, do it, and yet it is awful, that feeling. To want. To need, to reach.
Worse than awful, actually. It is wrong.
And Rumi would know. Wrong has been hers all her life. From the moment Celine corrected her sparring posture to every look in the mirror at her tainted skin—the echo of that word has enveloped her longer than she remembers.
She knows its sneaky steps, crawling up her throat. She knows the bite marks it leaves on her flesh.
She is staring right at it, at its form contained in three simple words.
I miss you.
The message is a dam. The river behind it is too wild, too unruly to let out, she knows. It hisses and shuffles in its bank, desperate and impatient.
I miss you, I miss you, I do, I do, I do.
A whine easy enough to cover up. And without lying, to be precise! Because, yes, she has been overwatching the next generation; the low bickering over dinner, the curses that slip during sparring, the tackles and hugs and secret handshakes.
They were like that, once.
But there is a worse beast thumping behind Rumi's ribs than nostalgia.
An eager wave crashing against her guts, a welcome nausea evading her throat. A skipped beat of her heart, and then another, and then another.
She does not name it. It deserves no name. Unnamed means unidentified, and as of now, she would like to pretend that's what it is.
I miss you.
She deletes the message, turns her phone off, sets it on the table with an audible thunk. She rubs her eyes, groans into her palms. Tired. Exhausted.
The dark has eaten the sky, leaving behind specks of stars. The trees outside her window sway under the midnight breeze. She reclines back in the sturdy chair and sighs.
The ache is still there. Unnamed, but stubbornly present.
She closes her eyes. She won't doze off, no. Just, a minute. She needs a minute. Her eyes are almost bloodshot from staring at the screen.
The strings of sleep wrap themselves around her, against her will. But before they pull her deeper, the pleading call rings in her ears once more.
i like to think rumi is the type of person who never comes home empty-handed. she'll stop by the convenience store because she remembered zoey mentioned wanting a new flavor of candy, or pick up mira's favorite tea because they were almost out, or buy flowers just because they looked nice. if you asked her why, she'd shrug and say, "i was already there." as if she didn't remember everyone's favorite things without even trying.
it's like they're always on her mind, at least subconsciously. when the bell of the convenience store rings, it is a familiar sounds. she grabs the things (gum for mira, a chocolate bar for zoey) on instinct. loving THEM is something that comes to her like an instinct.
it's funny how a piece of art that you spend a chunk of time on can be irreparably associated with whatever you were listening to or watching while making it
the latest chapter of my Stardew Valley comic is forever associated with The Magnus Archives because I barreled through 2½ seasons of that show while drawing it.
We've had bodyswaps, but weve never seen Rumi's patterns follow her. Demon stuff ain't biological but what happens when she wakes up in Mira's body covered in patterns, when she covers herself exactly the same way she did in her own body and the other two are even more confused (if very releived) as to why upon realizing Rumi's body looks fine, no scars or any other signs. How badly would it fuck up Rumi to have proof they aren't only skin deep?
Oh, thinks Rumi, as she looks down at Mira’s long, perfect, delicate forearm, marred by twisted purple lines. So it isn't just the way she was born. She should've known. This taint is just her.
Mira thankfully has plenty of long sleeves in her closet; she runs cold. But of course, there are no high collars. Mira has such an elegant neck; there's no reason for her to hide it. Rumi has to rummage through the winter closet for a sufficiently light scarf. It's going to be a challenge in this heat.
It's okay. Rumi loves a challenge.
She's just finished covering everything when there’s a frantic knock on the door.
“Rumi,” her own voice says urgently. Fuck, that's weird. “Rumi? Are you in there? Are you okay?”
“I'm okay!” she calls in Mira’s lovely, luxurious voice. Fucking weird. But also nice. “You can come in.”
Rumi's body spills into the room, with Mira’s effortless feline grace. The relief is crystal clear in her own face. And then Rumi is being swept up and squeezed firmly in her own arms. It’s—kinda nice.
Rumi laughs. It sounds so good in Mira’s voice. “Hi. I'm okay. You okay?”
Mira nods against Rumi's neck, and Rumi feels an inappropriate surge of delight at being taller. “You run so fucking hot,” Mira grumbles, still holding on tight. “How are you not dying in these sleeves?”
Rumi takes a breath. The patterns are on her. They're in her. They're a mark of her inhumanity, her inherent corruption.
No matter her current form, they shouldn't be on Mira.
Rumi forces herself to laugh again. “Sorry. I guess I have weird temperature regulation. Wanna grab something from here?”
Mira lets her go with clear reluctance. Rumi feels guiltily gratified.
“You used to have normal summer shit too,” Mira complains as she raids her own closet.
“Yeah, I donated them, sorry.”
“Hm.” Mira shoots her an assessing look. “Can I..?” She gestures at herself.
“Oh! Yes, of course! Let me—should I turn around?”
Mira’s look turns condescending. “It’s your fucking body.”
Rumi makes herself laugh again. “Haha. Right.” She doesn't look away as Mira peels Rumi's sleep shirt off Rumi's body.
Except—it isn't. Rumi’s body. It has never looked like that, not ever. Smooth and clear and unmarked. Human, human, human.
So much more right, under Mira’s stewardship.
She wishes—
Never mind.
“That's better,” Mira says quietly as she pulls on a cropped top, and Rumi can't help privately agreeing.
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omg do you think mira and rumi dug out old videos of the beginning of zoey's street presence in burbank? all the cheesy diss tracks, the over-the-top strutting around her opponent, and the bold fashion choices.
zoey is embarrassed to death because i thought celine destroyed all that footage to clear my digital footprint, how did you guys even find these???
anyway, from that point forward, whenever they bicker over something, rumi and mira reply to one of her snarky comments with a line from one of her old diss tracks and she just whines and groans and is actively regretting ever posting any.
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