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"Well... Have you ever seen Back to the Future?"

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She won the kids in the divorce

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They’re just shy~

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Forgot to post this here lmao my bad yall 💀

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She can have my soul <3

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so… this early art of Rumi and her demon side 🤤

(link under cut)

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Guys I love Bobby so much

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incredibly self indulgent doodles lol

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i hc that rumi is just glowy sometimes and especially when she's got good emotions going on. also claws. idk i feel like her gfs would actually love her demon traits a lot.

this isn't finished yet btw but this felt like a good place for a wip update <3

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I do find it really funny that the movie never once states or even implies that demons have the ability to purr and yet some random person on the internet was like "what if Rumi could purr" and the entire fandom went

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have i reblogged polytrix art? yes! do i also love rujinu? yes! god forbid a boy multiship

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I love how everyone universally agrees rumi can purr

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Date Night

☆Paring: Rumi x Mira x Zoey

☆Tags: Domestic fluff, fluff, date night, sweet stuff, ye

☆Sum Sum: Just a date night with the girlys

☆Word count: 954 ☆Note:  last one I wroted for today ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── The moment the hostess smiled and led them to their table, Zoey exhaled like she’d just outrun a demon. “Operation: Normal Couple Night is a go,” she whispered behind her oversized sunglasses.

Mira snorted, holding onto Rumi’s arm. “You say that like we aren’t dressed like we lost a bet.”

“I’ll have you know,” Rumi said, peeking out from beneath a very obvious, very crooked blonde wig, “this wig was fifty-five thousand won.”

“It was also from a party store,” Mira replied, pulling her own baseball cap lower over her braided hair.

Zoey was the most disguised—bucket hat, fake freckles, glasses that were definitely not prescription—but she still carried herself like a main character. She even insisted on walking slightly behind them “just in case someone recognized her gait.”

No one had. Their waitress called them “a cute group of tourists” and handed them specialty menus.

Their table was on a rooftop patio, tucked into a private corner wrapped in string lights and soft music. Mira leaned her chin on her palm and smiled across at her girls. “Okay, no demon talk. No fan talk. No stress. Just vibes.”

Zoey lifted her lemonade like it was champagne. “To vibes.”

Rumi raised her glass next. “To no one recognizing us and this restaurant not tweeting about us later.”

“And,” Mira added, tapping her glass gently to theirs, “to us. Being normal. For like, two hours.”

Their food came quickly, and so did the laughter.

Zoey dramatically faked a French accent while reading the dessert menu. “Mira, you must try the crème brûlée. I believe it translates to ‘the kiss of caramelized fire.’”

“That’s not even close,” Mira said through a mouthful of pasta, but her eyes sparkled. “That’s not even French.”

Rumi kept sneaking bites off both their plates and pretending she didn’t. When Zoey caught her for the fourth time, she held up her fork like a duel. “You keep stealing my truffle fries, and I will hold a grudge.”

“Are you gonna post about it on your alt?” Rumi teased, and Zoey choked.

Mira blinked. “Wait—what alt?”

Zoey threw a breadstick at Rumi’s head. “We said no fan talk!”

By the time dessert arrived, Mira was curled up on the bench seat between them, head on Rumi’s shoulder, their plates pushed aside.

Zoey had taken off her glasses to rub her eyes and never put them back on. “I forgot what it feels like to just… be. With you two. Not running. Not hiding. Not dying my hair because a demon set it on fire.”

Rumi turned to her, eyes soft. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m right though.”

“You are.”

Mira hummed, wrapping an arm around both their waists. “I want more nights like this. Not fancy. Not perfect. Just… us.”

Zoey leaned in. “Next time, we wear better disguises.”

Rumi grinned. “Next time, you don’t bring a fake ID for ‘Chloe Tofu’.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Zoey said, stealing one last fry.

They left after hours, tucked beneath the glow of the moon and streetlights. No fans. No chaos. Just three girls walking slowly down the street, hands linked, hearts full.

For one night, they weren’t demon hunters. Just lovers in love, in bad wigs, with crumbs on their shirts.

And it was perfect. Until it wasnt They had almost made it out. Almost. One more block and they’d be back in the car, disguised and undetected.

But fate—and a teenage K-pop stan with sharp eyes—had other plans.

“Wait…” the girl said, stepping out of the dessert shop behind them. “Aren’t you—?”

All three froze like mannequins mid-pose.

Zoey was the first to react. Badly.

She threw her arms up like she was about to throw hands. “AYO, WE DON’T KNOW NOBODY,” she said in a forced deep voice, suddenly doing a terrible impression of a gangster from a movie she definitely misremembered. “WE OUT HERE. ON THE STREETS. WE BUILT DIFFERENT.”

The girl blinked.

Rumi, panicked beyond reason, jumped in with the worst broken Spanish anyone had ever heard. “Uh… no hablo… tú? El... we’re—uh… familia? Del tacos???”

Mira, not to be outdone, started flapping her hands like she was signing something. Only she didn’t know sign language. It was just frantic gestures and jazz hands. Occasionally she added a thumbs up. And then a peace sign. And then inexplicably started miming… juggling?

The fan just stood there, mouth slightly open, watching them spiral into chaos like a live-action glitch.

“I—” she started, then stopped. “What is happening right now?”

Zoey stepped in front of the others like a bodyguard. “We ain’t no idols, aight? We just three real ones. Out here. In the wilderness.”

“We are en la biblioteca,” Rumi added, nodding furiously, sweat forming at her temples.

“Bing bong!” Rumi shouted. No one knew why.

The girl slowly backed away, holding her drink like a weapon. “…Y’all are weird.”

Then she turned and walked off, muttering something about “cosplayers with brain fog.”

They didn’t move until she was completely gone.

Then Zoey collapsed against the wall. “We’re never speaking of that again.”

Rumi stared into the sky. “I said del tacos.”

Mira flopped onto a bench. “I threw up a peace sign. Like I was in a boy band. I don’t even know what happened to me.”

“Bing bong,” Zoey whispered.

“Stop,” Rumi said, voice hollow. “Please stop.”

And then they all burst out laughing. The kind of laughter you get from too much sugar, too much panic, and the comfort of being completely unhinged together.

Zoey wiped her eyes. “Next time we go out, I’m writing a script.”

Rumi groaned. “Next time we wear full mascot suits.”

Mira deadpanned, “Next time, I speak first.”

“…Let’s never go outside again.”

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KPOP Demon Hunter Spoilers!!

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Love this trio💛💜🩷

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This is my dream KPDH romance dynamic