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Rumi and Zoey are absolutely the type to automatically apologize all the time and beat themselves up for it, trying to hold their tongue, thinking they're being annoying for it because that's how everyone else has always treated it, digging the insecurity even deeper, Zoey tells herself "you're just going to weird them out and push them away, like you always do", and Rumi tells herself "you're just bothering them even more every time you apologize, it doesn't make up for anything you should just leave them alone, they'd be happier"

Meanwhile Mira absolutely is screaming inside her head "just apologize just say you're sorry you made a mistake it's ok" because she trained herself to defend herself from her family but doesn't know how to actually apologize without thinking of every time her family made her the scapegoat, made her take the blame for everything that went wrong

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Percabeth first kiss

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The Threads that Bind Us

Part 2.5

In the penthouse of the Huntrx Industries high-rise, Rumi snored, splayed like a starfish, groaning as the sun bothered her sleep. She was still so tired

She cracked open her eyes. Wait. What? It was still nighttime, her room dark and the sounds of her friends getting ready for the day not heard. Then...what had woken her? She rolled over and promptly scrambled back, falling off the other side in a mess of limbs and hair. Her sword was still there and floating , encased in a ball of sparkling light. Rumi slowly got to her feet, approaching her sword as if it was a wounded animal

The light grew even brighter, causing her take a step back. It transformed into a human figure, beginning with the outline and slowly filling in, until...no ways, it wasn't possible, he was gone! he'd died, she'd mourned him! This was not possible. But despite all of this, of the impossibility of it all, Jinu stood before her. Or at least something posing as Jinu. Maybe this was all some elaborate demon trick.

She wanted to grab her sword, but, well her sword just became JINU!!

"Teddy bears and chu chu trains seriously?" His voice was soft and tinged with melancholy and relief.

She threw a pillow at him, which he deftly dodged. Maybe she was still sleeping and it was in fact her mind playing cruel tricks on her.

"What kind of messed up dream is this!" She growls, voice pained. She wished she had her sword, even just for the sense of security and confidence it gave her. Maybe she could still form it?

She dug down into her soul, just as she'd been taught from childhood, like all the Mudang before her, and weaved a piece of her soul with the honmoon, envisioning her sword.

"Woah!!" Jinu yelped as his chest was tugged and he was sent hurtling towards Rumi. Rumi, not expecting this, did not dodge in time and Jinu crashes into her, sending them tumbling to the floor

"Uh hi" Jinu whispers, his breath fanning against her cheek. Rumi just short circuits, his face was so close, she could probably count his eyelashes. For a split second she felt self conscious about her breath, morning breath was no joke and obviously she hadn't brushed her teeth since waking up. But that thought quickly faded and was replaced with a constant, blaring repition of WHAT WAS HAPPENING!!

But before she could question him, he started to glow and pieces of him flaked away, similar to the way he had the night he had sacrificed himself for her...

In her lap lay her sword, shimmering, Jinu nowhere to be seen.

"Rumi! What happened!"

"Yeah we heard a thud, you okay?"

Mira and Zoey stood in the doorway in fiersome battle stances with their weapons poised. (The intimidation factor was lessened by their matching teddy bear pyjamas, each in a different colour and with a different vehicle to form an adorable trio. Zoey had bought them for them and they'd quickly become Rumi and Mira's favourite pair.)

Her friends had obviously heard the commotion, rushed out of bed, shaking off the lingering reach of sleep to come and back her up. Instead of answering them, as much as she knew she should (not that she really had the words) she burst into tears. Mira and Zoey's faces softened and they shared worried looks, Rumi was typically a very closed off person and kept everyone at arms length. Despite the desire to press her for answers burning like acid in their veins, Mira and Zoey, instead, joined her on the floor and held her as she cried her eyes out.

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I know everyone's like "trust the process" but does the process know it's being trusted😭🫠

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The Threads that Bind Us PART 2

Darkness, with careful fingers, enveloped him, singing a song long forgotten by humans but this was not cause for fear, in fact it was highly comforting. Nothing mattered. Nothing ever had. Existence was merely a flicker of a candle against the background of the universe.

He...was weightless. It felt as if waves of warmth were lapping over his body, cradling him, just like the way his mother used to when he'd had a nightmare. He hoped he could see again. Apologise. Move on. Everything blurred, time and space did not exist, they merged and diverged in a never-ending waltz. He did not exist,. All he did was drift, floating among tethers of light, memory and mystic galaxies. Never had he seen so many colours nor could he truly describe them. This did not matter to Jinu however. As, for the first time in centuries, he had peace, he had quiet. He was free from the shame and guilt that had been his shackled companion since he'd spent his first night in the palace, a weight on his shoulders that'd never really left and he'd grown used to. Now that he was free, he wondered how'd he'd ever dealt with the crushing howls and screams of his past transgressions that'd he'd held onto like a drowning man does a plank of wood. Since letting go of his soul he'd been pulled out of that storming sea and onto a boat, navigating the stars and hopes of every person that exists and existed, past, present and future. He catches glimpses of all, but retains nothing.

"Jinu"

There was that voice again. It was pretty. It made everything around him glow and warm up like a crystal in the summer sun, casting rainbows over his existence.

"Jinu"

Was that his name? It felt about right, like a worn jacket from an era gone-by and left behind, comforting in its familiarity but interwoven with the regrets and painful memories of the past. He's not sure if he wants to wear it again, but that voice calls for him almost every night, not that time holds any weight over him but it calls him out of his slumber often. Each time he draws closer to it, unsure of the purpose behind his nearing but unable to resist. For within the threads of regret and pain, there is hope, joy and...love, possibly, maybe, it'd been so long since he'd felt anything like it that he'd forgotten what love even was, let alone what it felt like. But there'd been...desire. That he knew, he knew desire

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"RUMI!"

For the first time in an eternity but also only a few moments, he opened his eyes and he had to relearn how to breathe.

He was in some in-between realm. Everything was so...bright. He honestly struggled to comprehend what was going on around him. The forms of the figures passing aimlessly by him slipped from his mind as water would through fingers, despite how hard he tried to retain them. It had him longing for a pen and paper but he doubted he could describe them with words, let alone try draw them but it would help him cope. It'd been centuries since he'd drawn anyhow, who knew if he still could. Ha! Centuries! Time was a directional flow again, the dance was disrupted, now he had to get out of here before he was noticed. He had to hold himself back from breaking out into a run, that'd get him spotted for sure, he matched the wandering pace everything else seemed to have, heart pounding.

'Where are you Rumi?'

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In the penthouse of the Huntrx Industries high-rise, Rumi snored, splayed like a starfish, groaning as the sun bothered her sleep. She was still so tired

She cracked open her eyes. Wait. What? It was still nighttime, her room dark and the sounds of her friends getting ready for the day not heard. Then...what had woken her? She rolled over and promptly scrambled back, falling off the other side in a mess of limbs and hair. Her sword was still there and floating , encased in a ball of sparkling light

"What the heck?"

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Excuse my lettering

I really really do not like lettering. Also got tired. Rendering clothes sucksssss

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The Threads that Bind Us Part 1

It had been almost 2 months since they'd defeated the Saja Boys and resealed the honmoon. Rumi could hardly believe it, whenever she got time to catch her breath and think about it that is. The Saja Boys had really messed with their numbers and their PR team had them working overtime to try and soothe the public and fans after their supposed break-up and reunion performance. It was messy. People were confused and angry. Fans were divided, some thought the Saja Boys had been a planned stunt from Huntrix, a way to promote their new song and to distract people in order to give Rumi time to rest her voice. Others believed the Saja Boys had been a genuine new group, which Huntrix had either helped boost or had viewed as competition but collaborated with in the end to promote their respective new singles. Many believed the Saja Boys would return. Social media sites resembled a war torn battlefield for days. Bobby had then banned their personal use of all social media platforms until everything had calmed down and he'd handled things -- for the sake of their mental health. Fans were angry and not being very nice about it.

This had given Rumi time to fully explain to Zoey and Mira and apologise for keeping her identity hidden for so long, for the lying and secrets. They'd had questions, many questions. Zoey had been more vocal with her curiosity and feelings, but Rumi clearly saw in Mira's eyes that she too was burning with curiosity and confusion. Most of their questions Rumi couldn't even answer like who her father had been or what had happened to her mother and whether she had demon powers. She explained that Celine had made her hide and repress her demon side ever since she could remember and was the reason why she hadn't told them, even though she had desperately wanted to. Their faces grew sour the more Rumi explained Celine's involvement in her repression and resolve to create the honmoon anew. They then ate kimbap and stared at the ceiling in silence while 2 hours worth of turtle clips played in the background. None of them spoke of the Saja Boys. Even when Rumi caught Zoey sadly humming Soda Pop under her breath.

They'd had no demon disturbances in over a month but that didn't mean they were want for something to do as their schedule was even more hectic than before so as to not miss the window for crisis management. Training and practices, writing new songs, recording them as well as recording and officially releasing What it Sounds Like (after much demand) and promotion for their new songs, livestreams and concerts, music videos, variety shows, and eventually fan meet and greets, once Bobby deemed it suitable and safe.

Rumi flopped onto her mattress, wishing it could eat her alive. The fans had been...intense. There were those who judged and shamed her for her "tattoos", others who praised her for breaking Kpop standards (not that it mattered much as she still had to keep them covered whenever acting in any official capacity) and then, the most painful, not that she would admit it anywhere except the deepest part of her soul, there were fans who asked after Jinu and if they'd be collaborating sometime. People had not been able to really see what had been happening on the stage during the battle due to Gwi-Ma, not just because of his mind control/magic but also he'd been stupidly bright. He was basically a massive wall of flame. So thus, people had not seen Jinu's sacrifice...that was all she could see when she closed her eyes these days, except for when she just collapsed from exhaustion. Which was why she was secretly glad for the extra gruelling schedule

She formed her sword and held it within her hands, staring at it wistfully. "Jinu," She glanced at her bedroom door, checking uselessly if someone had heard her quiet murmur...and even more uselessly if the Tiger was there with another silly duck card or, as if summoned, Jinu himself. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes but she didn't let them fall. Her sword shimmered, glowing breathtakingly in the moonlight. Rumi liked to pretend that it was Jinu saying hi, even though she knew it was foolish and childish and every other word Celine would scold her with. She leant it against her nightstand as she climbed into bed, she would stare at it until she fell asleep and then it would dissipate, returning to the honmoon.

Unbeknownst to Rumi, Jinu's soul began to stir

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Jinu was lying through his ass, cause not him being annoyed she was late for what he thought was a date, I bet he spent like 2 hours on his hair in preparation (he stole the only chair, he is giving prissy, kinda pathetic - affectionate - man vibes )

Jinu is such a bad liar cause she clearly is and she is also 100% right

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This may be an unpopular opinion but kpop demon hunters would've been so cool as a show, better even, allow for focus on the other characters, their conflicts, motives ect (I honestly just want more of it tbh😭😭 and there so much potential)

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Psalms 40:1-8 NLT

[1] I waited patiently for the Lord to help me, and he turned to me and heard my cry. [2] He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. [3] He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in the Lord. [4] Oh, the joys of those who trust the Lord, who have no confidence in the proud or in those who worship idols. [5] O Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for us. Your plans for us are too numerous to list. You have no equal. If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds, I would never come to the end of them. [6] You take no delight in sacrifices or offerings. Now that you have made me listen, I finally understand— you don’t require burnt offerings or sin offerings. [7] Then I said, “Look, I have come. As is written about me in the Scriptures: [8] I take joy in doing your will, my God, for your instructions are written on my heart.”

https://bible.com/bible/116/psa.40.1-8.NLT

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pt 2 | pt 1

Damian finds a way to vent his frustration… feat. his two annoying red older brothers

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Randommmm concept that popped in my brain

Mind reader boy x Dream walker girl

Like she sees him in the hallway on the way to class (highschool or university pick your poison) and develops a crush and because of this she starts to notice him everywhere, even in her dreams...though technically she's in his dreams.

She's a dream walker and has no bloody control over it. First time she does it she is exasperated with herself like girl please you see this guy in the hallway, think he's cute and now you're stalking him in his sleep, get a grip! However, despite her best efforts, her feelings grow and that becomes her new norm, seeing him out the corner of her eye almost every day at school or in sleep (though he does not always dream), and she falls more and more for him the more she notices.

She cant do anything about her feelings though, she's got far too much going on in her life right now to dive into the mess that is dating, (she is also anxious to approach him not that'd she'd ever admit that) and so she's content with the thoughts in her head.

Her crush though, finds them extremely embarrassing.

He once accidentally activated his powers (or something along those lines, bumped into eachother whatever) and caught her chaotic stream of thoughts, bouncing between how cute he is, math, how late she is to her session and how cute he is and everything else in between.

She is obsessed, he is not used to this and doesn't know how to handle it...doesn't mean he's not flattered. He kinda likes it truth be told...and so for absolutely no reason at all, he asks her for math tutoring. (He's a solid B student, far from failing, but he likes how his heart skips whenever she's around or when he catches an echo of her thoughts)

Eventually they get their heads out their asses and confess and so love dovey and spicy shenanigans can then begin.

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Mrs Jones: (chatting aimlessly) I must say Petunia, I admire you so much for taking your nephew in, it couldn't have been easy. Especially not with a young baby of your own and then to have another unceremoniously dumped on you! Oh I could have never. (Takes a sip of her tea before blathering on, not letting Petunia interject) And just to let you know if you need any assistance do shout, I know what it is like. Raising two boys on just one salary is not an easy task, even with the comfortable position and success Vernon has.

Petunia: Oh no (rich person laugh), we are perfectly well off thank you. If I may ask what led to this offer, generous as it is.

Mrs Jones: Well, I have seen the clothes that nephew of yours runs about in, what was his name again...Harold or something, anyhow, it is clear they are Dudley's and well, they are quite different sizes those two, I think my Benjamin was much closer in size to your nephew and there are some that are in perfectly good condition.

Petunia: Your offer is too kind, but I'm afraid I will have to decline, your charity would be completely unappreciated by that boy. (Sighs) Honestly, any time we buy him anything new or nice, it's wrecked before the end of the week! He is so rough and tumble and utterly careless and ungrateful. In such a contrast to my dear duddykins he is always in bushes, trees, mud and grass. Even in his Sunday best, actually, especially in his Sunday best. His clothes always end up so stained that they end up beyond saving and we have talked to him and tried to explain but nothing gets through, so I put my foot down and until he learns to appreciate what he is given, he is to wear Dudley's hand me downs. It's not worth getting him anything new if he refuses to appreciate it

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Okayyyyyyyy heartbreak time

So my absolute fav headcanon is that Harry was an unsettling child, no sweet eyed baby doe, no sir ree. He had been brushed by death and the soul of a truly twisted man was attached to him so yeah, creepy kid. I mean how else did the Dursleys convince everyone of how difficult and awful Harry was and it got me thinking, how else did they spin things? As the Dursleys are very conscious people, very concerned and aware of what people think, how did they hide/explain away Harry sleeping in a cupboard as a kid and his stature and so on so forth. So here ya go some very rough word vomit of some writing.

Guest over for tea and gossip

(Takes a sip of her tea before blathering on, not letting Petunia interject) And just to let you know if you need any assistance do shout, I know what it is like. Raising two boys on just one salary is not an easy task, even with the comfortable position and success Vernon has.

Mrs Jones: (chatting aimlessly) I must say Petunia, I admire you so much for taking your nephew in, it couldn't have been easy. Especially not with a young baby of your own and then to have another unceremoniously dumped on you! Oh I could have never

Petunia: Oh no (rich person laugh), we are perfectly well off thank you. If I may ask what led to this offer, generous as it is.

Petunia: Your offer is too kind, but I'm afraid I will have to decline, your charity would be completely unappreciated by that boy. (Sighs) Honestly, any time we buy him anything new or nice, it's wrecked before the end of the week! He is so rough and tumble and utterly careless and ungrateful. In such a contrast to my dear duddykins he is always in bushes, trees, mud and grass. Even in his Sunday best, actually, especially in his Sunday best. His clothes always end up so stained that they end up beyond saving and we have talked to him and tried to explain but nothing gets through, so I put my foot down and until he learns to appreciate what he is given, he is to wear Dudley's hand me downs. It's not worth getting him anything new if he refuses to appreciate it

Mrs Jones: Well, I have seen the clothes that nephew of yours runs about in, what was his name again...Harold or something, anyhow, it is clear they are Dudley's and well, they are quite different sizes those two, I think my Benjamin was much closer in size to your nephew and there are some that are in perfectly good condition.

Mrs jones: (Takes a long sip of tea and gives Petunia a sympathetic look) Ah, one of those boys is he. Difficult?

Petunia: You have no idea, I would be unsurpised if he ends up a delinquent when he is older. The clothes are the least of it

Mrs jones: oh? Do tell

Petunia: For instance, the boy has taken to sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs, says he wants to find Narnia

Mrs Jones: (chuckles and says in a condescending manner) what a wild imagination

Petunia: Yes (rolls eyes), and he was adamant about it too, could not and would not be dissuaded, had a huge tantrum. Very quick to anger that boy, and so as they say, I chose my battles. I do the same at meal times I -

[Harry comes in at that point maybe, having done chores upstairs and heard a lot of what was said]

Harry: All done aunt Petunia

Petunia: very good (clipped and stern), you can go play outside now

Harry: (starts to rush off)

Petunia: Say hello to our guest Harry! Honestly, your manners. This is Mrs Jones

[Harry looks at her and Mrs jones gets uncomfortable the longer he stares]

Harry: ...hello (quiet)

Petunia: (sighs) Good enough, out with you now

Mrs jones: I mean no offense Petunia but your nephew is rather...that look in his eyes... I don't know, just-

Petunia: I know what you mean don't worry. He is often very uncomfortable to look at. Unsettling almost. As terrible as it is to say about a child.

Mrs Jones: Yes, yes, exactly that, and very true, it makes you wonder what he's...seen. (pause) He appears so... haunted.

Petunia: ...I'm honestly not sure what his life was like before he came to us. His father was...not of the right sort. Didn't desvere to be a father. I think it impacted the boy, rubbed off on him.

Mrs Jones: (she's all like oh no) Was he abusive?

Petunia: I'm not sure honestly, wouldn't surprise me. But from what I know about him, massive temper, a cruel streak a mile wide, lazy, unappreciative... Unsavoury habits, I have no idea what my sister saw in him. He took her down a damning path, by the end she was just as bad as him (scowls and her features are tight)

Mrs Jones: (Gasps but she is clearly living for the gossip) Did he use?

Petunia: (nods and sighs sadly) My sister did as well after getting with him, she had such a bright future, and alcohol too sadly.

Mrs Jones: Oh pity...so that is why Harry is so small? And has all his (waves hand in air) behavior problems

Petunia: (nods again). Lily loved the bottle more than her own son. Quite tragic honestly. And with his weight, I just don't know what to do, he is such a picky eater as well, its a miracle to get him to eat anything!

Mrs Jones: ah...well I've heard that if you get children to participate in the food preparation process they are more likely to eat it? Saw it in a recent House and Home magazine or was it WiseParenting? Either way, it may help

Petunia: I've heard that as well. It is why I've started having Harry help me in the kitchen. I'm so glad I don't have to worry about that with Dudley, he is such an easy child (smiles warmly). Eats whatever is put in front of him, no complaints!

Mrs Jones: oh how lovely

[They go on talking about Audley and Petunia gushes about her son, Harry is outside, curled up, on his haunches, crying softly because he heard everything and is wondering why he is broken and where all the lies actually true and most of all why did his parents not love him?]

And scene * bows *