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The Way Souls Sing - Prologue

EIGHT YEARS AGO...........

The Honmoon Sanctuary was always most quiet at dusk. When the sun began to fall, and the world seemed to take a breath. When everything began to still. The Sanctuary resided in the mountains of Gangwon-do...so high that fog curved amidst the tall pines and through the courtyards. The curved eaves of the rooftops were painted in jade, and windchimes clinked as a cool wind rustled through the courtyard.

Petals danced as the wind caught them, carrying them down from their pink boughs to the ground, where they paused at small feet. Rumi had stopped at the courtyard's edge, her heart hammering in her ribs... and as anxiety flooded through her, so, too did her patterns. They snaked along her arms in a churn of nerves, and the young girl gasped and drew her hanbok tight over her shoulders.

She stared at the doors that would lead her into the sanctuary. At the carvings of three women who danced across the wooden surface. The original demon hunters... the original mudang. Like her mother... like her, if she passes this final test. The youngest candidate to ever try to become a hunter, at twelve years old... Rumi gave a breath, and pushed through the doors.

She’d been raised between the Honmoon Sanctuary and Seoul her entire life. Drifting back and forth between flashing lights and red carpets to the quiet koi ponds and soft, flickering lanterns. At this point, both were home. And both had very different expectations from the others. She followed the winding mosaic courtyard path to its center, where a large cherry tree grew - branches stretching out to the stone surrounding them. And dancing at its base... was Celine.

Beautiful. Lethal. Muscles rippled beneath her robes, her long hair swaying with each strike as she danced with her sword. Yet she moved with grace. With... elegance. Fluid like water as she flowed from one motion to the next, eyes closed. And Rumi could only watch her. With the same wide-eyed wonder she always had.

For twelve years. Since she was a newborn, she’s trained here with Celine for twelve years. Discipline. Martial prowess. This was finally it. With a breath, she swept forward and lowered to her knees, head bowed, waiting for Celine to notice her.

Celine’s dance ended. And as she turned, her jedok geom, her commander sword, wavered with the light of the honmoon before it dissipated into thin air. “...I was seventeen, when I summoned my first honblade, you know,” she said softly as she moved not to stand over Rumi... but to sit beside her. She lowered cross legged in front of the girl, smiling gently. “I was so excited... I wanted it to be a polearm so badly. Or perhaps... a bow, like your mother.”

Rumi’s head lifted. That glitter in her eyes, whenever her mother was mentioned.

“When it was a sword... I was so disappointed. Until my master told me what it meant... the jedok geom. The swordsmanship of a great general, who used a blade just like this to defend our home." She glances over. "The honmoon reads our minds.." She reached. Delicate fingers drew up the shoulder sleeve of Rumi's hanbok to cover her patterns, before she pressed her hand to the girl’s chest. “Our hearts. And when it deems you worthy... you receive your honblade. You become... a Demon Hunter.”

Rumi bit her lip. “..and what if-” She cut herself off.

“What if what, sweetheart.”

She glanced away. “What if it doesn’t accept me?”

“Because of your markings.” Celine hated to speak of them. For a moment, her features hardened into steel as her back straightened. “You will not have them forever. One day, we will create the Golden Honmoon. And all of the rifts that open up between our world and the demon realm will close... and your patterns will disappear.”

Rumi hesitated. “And then I’ll finally be good?”

“You are good, little one. But you will not be whole until we fix you.” She leaned forward, kissing her lips to the top of Rumi’s head. “You wish to take the final challenge.”

Rumi paused for a moment, before her lips twisted into a frown, and she nodded. “Yes.”

“It will be difficult... you will slay your first demon, alone.”

"I have trained every day of my life. I am not afraid."

"...fear," Celine said softly. "Will not be your enemy. It is okay to be afraid...but listen to me." She scooted forward, her long black hair falling in a curtain as she leaned down to touch Rumi's face. The girl leaned into the touch automatically, seeking the woman's affection. "We are Hunters," she whispers. "Voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen. The demons feed on temptation and shame. One day, your markings will be gone... your.. Flaws.” She drew her thumb across the girl’s cheek. “You will be perfect.”

Rumi touched the woman’s hand, and nodded. “...tell me what to do,” she whispered.

It was immediate. The shift from mother to mentor as Celine pushed to her feet, and walked towards the tree. “There is a demon that lives in the mountains,” she said, lowering down to a mahogany box. “Once you kill it, and bring me one of its fangs... I will know you are ready. You’ll touch the honmoon, receive your weapon and at last,” she turned. Box in hand. “You will become a hunter.”

She held it out. “Come, child.”

Rumi hesitated. She crossed the distance to the woman, her long braid swaying at her side, and as she reached the box... opened it. A dagger. Carved from jade, with a dragon, a turtle, a bird and a tiger carved into its pommel. “Take the dagger. Find the demon... and kill it. When you return... I will know you are ready. And so will the honmoon.”

Rumi takes it. Careful. “What kind of demon..?”

“...Dokkaebi. Water demons. Kumiho. The world is filled with demons and monsters." She waved her hand. "You know I can't tell you. A demon hunter must be prepared to face anything."

Rumi gave a breath, and nodded. “...I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t... and remember. Always hide your patterns. The mountains should be clear of people, for now, but just in case-”

“Don’t show them. Don’t feel them. Pretend they do not exist.”

Celine gave a gentle smile, and squeezed Rumi’s shoulder. “...your mother would be so proud.” Her eyes flickered. The softness fading into something... heavy. Angry. Sad. “...no other Hunter will ever die as she did. This is your duty, Rumi. Your task...now go.”

Rumi held the jade dagger with utmost reverence as she bowed her head... and turned. Walking from the courtyard towards the mist-covered mountains.

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Night had long since fallen as Rumi ascended into the mountains. She followed the worn stone path that wrapped its way around the base, higher than the fog now as it lingered below in green valleys. She could see everything. The river that cut through the gorge. The thick forests of pine. And distantly, she could see the Honmoon Sanctuary.

With a breath, she carried herself upwards. She had to find this demon. This monster. Wherever it was.

Celine hadn't given her any directions. Any map. Only the command. As she climbed higher, she readjusted her hanbok, grimacing as she spotted the score of purple patterns that wrapped up her arms. Stupid things. Stupid demon markings. She couldn't wait for them to be gone. She couldn't even imagine what they'd look like, once they were...

...why did she just get a twist in her stomach? She *wanted* them gone. She couldn't think about this right now. As she drew higher up into the forest, into the mountains... she stopped. Breathing hard, sweat dripping down her face.

Let the Honmoon be your guide. Celine had told her this so often. It can sense that which does not belong in our world. Feel it. Use your voice... let it guide you.

Rumi took a breath, closing her eyes. And... the smallest voice sang from her lips. Echoing across the mountainside.

"We are Hunters, voices strong. Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right, when darkness finally meets the light.”

When she opened her eyes... she could see it. The sheets of blue that rippled out from where she stood, stretching across the landscape. Blue, save for... she squinted.

Staring up to a waterfall that poured off of the side of the mountain... she could see a faint outline of red. A cold ran up her spine.

The demon. It was close.

She made her way to the base of the waterfall. Thousands of pounds of water poured over the side, crashing into the river where fish stirred. Distantly, she could see deer dashing away and into the woods, and a crane at the edge of the water plucking fish out with its long beak. For a moment... she hesitated, watching the animals.

That was strange.

Usually, when demons were around... animals bolted. They sensed the unnatural entities and made themselves scarce, but if anything, this place seemed to be more bountiful than usual.

It didn’t matter.

With a breath, she planted her knife between her teeth, grabbed the silppery rock... and began to climb. Higher and higher alongside the waterfall, her lithe frame swung from stone to stone as she ascended... and at one moment, her hand slipped. With a gasp, she scrambled to get a grip on the wall. Her foot skidded. And for a second... it seemed like she was about to fall. When she almost felt like something hooked her from the back. Like a claw that had dug into her shirt, and pulled her upwards, just enough to grab the next rock.

But when she looked back... there was nothing.

Her heart hammered in her chest. But she couldn’t stop. She had to keep climbing. Her hands were bloody by the time she finally reached the top of the waterfall, climbing over the side and collapsed down with heaving breaths. And when she looked up... she grimaced. A cave. A yawning, dark cave with a river that spilled out of it, and over the side of the mountain.

The red glow came from inside.

Rumi picked herself up. She dislodged her blade from between her teeth, held the jade dagger tight in her hands... and made her way forward into the darkness.

It was... beautiful. Moss crawled along the edge of the cave’s wall, and it glowed with bioluminescence. The water was crystal clear. Crystal clear and... she frowned, lowering down. Blood. Streams of blood were running through the water. Human blood, surely. With a frown, she clutched her dagger and continued forward, rounding the corner... and came to an immediate stop.

She’d expected a water demon. A foul, feminine spirit with kelp-like black hair and hag-like hook noses. Or perhaps a dokkaebi. A goblin trickster that liked to fool humans before stealing their souls. But not this. She never expected this.

The demon, the ‘monster’ had a long body that was half laying in a shallow pool at the heart of the cave. Its scales was teal and iridescent, save for its underbelly which was a silver colour. Whiskers drooped lifelessly into the water where the creature laid its head, breathing hard.

An imugi. A dragon... nearly. The creature that wished to one day become a dragon. No wings, no fiery breath like the American movies made them out to be. And wrapped around its body... was barbed wire. It must have gotten tangled somewhere, perhaps in a construction zone, and the barbs had dug into its scales and fur, bleeding red into the river where it lay.

And as it lay... it opened its eyes. Its golden gaze locked to the girl in exhaustion.

“...you’re the demon?” She whispered as she edged forward. “Celine says all spirits and all beasts are demons and monsters. But you...you don’t look scary. You look hurt. And tired.”

It didn’t seem like a demon. And yet... the red glow emanated from the creature.

She hesitated. Then stiffened. Her small hands came around the dagger as she edged forward. “...I have to kill you. I have to prove to Celin that I’m ready for this. That I’m- that I’m ready to be a hunter!”

The imugi made no move to flee. To fight back. It simply laid there as she edged forward until she was standing over it, flipping the dagger around to stab down. Her heart hammered in her chest as she grit her teeth. “...don’t look at me like that!” She hissed out. “I am- I am a Hunter! Voices strong! Slaying demons with our song!”

Her hands trembled. She raised the jade dagger. All she had to do was strike. And yet, the blade shook in her hand. It was so beautiful. So... regal. So peaceful. Why wasn't it attacking her. She wanted it to attack her!

Rumi grit her teeth, her hands tightening around the jade... when she gave a choked breath. "...I can't," she hissed out. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground, the jade dagger clattering to the stone beside her. "I can't do it."

Her eyes burned as she gave a sharp breath, and then a whine of upset as she saw her patterns flare up as they responded to her emotions. "You're not a demon. You're just... hurt."

She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a massive nose push against her hand. Whiskers that tickled her fingers as it gave her a tired blink of its eyes, and she exhaled, wrapping her arms around its head. Needing something to squeeze.

"I was supposed to kill you," she whispered. "To prove I could do it. That I'm not broken. That I deserve to be whole. I'm sorry." She gave a ragged breath and... took her dagger in hand. "...let me cut you free. But then you have to leave. Celine will know I didn't do it, and then she'll come find you."

Rumi didn't face it a moment longer. She carefully started to cut away the barbed wire. The jade dagger cut through it like butter, and they snapped back with every strike. More and more of the wingless serpent's body loosening before finally... one more snap as the last one broke. And she, very quickly, stumbled backwards. Raising her knife, as if to ward off a sudden fight. But it never came.

The imugi pushed up, and examined one of his bleeding paws. A long, serpentine tongue lashed out to clean it... and then against her face, and she snorted, turning away. "...you're welcome. Don't mention it..."

And that’s when it opened its maw. She could see three dozen razor sharp teeth inside of its maw. And sitting on its tongue... one single fang. Her eyes widened as she reached in to take it, holding it delicately in her hand... and looked up to the beast. “...why?” She whispered.

It lowered down....answering only in the way that it pressed its forehead to hers. And without a word, without a second glance... tore past her. The imugi leapt into the river, curved around the corner, and disappeared from sight.

Rumi stared at the fang in her hand. She couldn't give this to Celine. It was a lie. She didn't kill the monster. But- what would she do, then? Celine would abandon her. She'd have nothing. With a ragged breath, she tucked the fang into her pocket... and began the long walk home.

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The next morning... Rumi knelt before the tree. Before Celine, as the woman stepped forward. With the imugi fang now fashioned into a necklace, she draped it around the little girl’s neck and straightened. Her eyes beaming with pride. “...say the words,” she said.

... Rumi felt sick. A fraud. A liar. She had demon markings. She let one live. And the fang that she wore around her neck, these ceremonial robes - none of it was earned. But the girl closed her eyes. A hand reached up to squeeze the fang around her neck, and with a breath... spoke those ancient words. Ones that had been said for centuries.

"...I am the voice against the dark. A blade for those who cannot fight. I walk with honor, I sing with purpose. I am a Hunter of the Honmoon. I will fix the world, and make it right, when darkness finally meets the light."

Tears of pride burned in Celine’s eyes as she nodded. “...now. Reach to the honmoon. Feel it around you... and summon your blade.”

Rumi focused. She let her eyes slide closed as she took a breath. A hum fell from her lips... that old lullaby. One that Celine had sung to her for as long as she could remember. And... she felt it. Like a vibration around her. Like the sun on her face, the wind against her skin. A presence. The honmoon. She reache dout. Like she was drawing moisture out of the air, she curved the honmoon to her will. And in her grasp... she felt a weight.

Rumi’s eyes opened.

She held a sword. Not just any sword... a saingum. A straight blade, light and razor sharp... with symbols carved into the pommel. Celine motioned. “Stand, Rumi.”

Rumi’s ears were ringing. Slowly, numb, she pushed to her feet and automatically made sure that the patterns on her shoulders were covered. Celine looked down at the blade in Rumi's hand. At the fang resting against her chest, and smiled. "...welcome to the Hunters, Rumi," she whispered. "You have stepped into a long line of mudang who strive to bring peace, balance and good to the world.” She touched the girl’s shoulder. “And now, that duty falls to you, Rumi.”

“...I won’t fail you, Celine,” Rumi whispered, her voice small as she clutched the sword tight. “Not ever... I swear it.”

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sirskroll · 2 months ago

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I want to write a Kpop Demon Hunters expansion story! Good Korean mythology to draw from?

Hello! As the title suggests, I've been wanting to make a slow-burn romance story for Jinu and Rumi - the one that they honestly deserved. And in doing so, I really want to expand on the lore of the world... but I'll be honest. I know only a little bit about Korean mythology, and even less on Kpop culture. I'm doing a lot of research, but in case I miss something - what would be some interesting Korean mythology to incorporate, or mythologies that you noticed in the movie that might not have been mentioned or brought to light? Thank you :)

#kpop demon hunters #rumi x jinu #south korea #mythology #kpdh

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If You Knew Me

Jinu never used to give humans the time of day. The things they built, the way they moved about their lives... it had always been the same to him. A desperate bid for survival, an endless battle against waning mortality. All that noise and feeling for lives that barely flickered. And yet lately...he'd been finding the beauty in their creations.

The city pulsed beneath him, veins of neon that threaded across the landscape as skyscrapers and headlights burned in the night. A cool wind brushed against his face as he let his leg dangle off the edge of a billboard. One that glowed in the night, displaying the Saja Boys for the lines of cars driving down below along the highway.

It made him look perfect. The others perfect. Faces beaming in perfect angles as they posed in dark eyeliner and leather... he used to mock the way that the fans screamed for him. The way they cried out for them. Then, it made him feel like a god. Worshipped. But now? Sitting in the dark with a chill rushing across his skin as the cool wind blew... he didn't feel like a god. Just a boy with far too many feelings in his head.

Soft features twisted into a grimace as he looked down to the notebook he’d abandoned beside him. Lyrics scrawled across the lined paper. It was only a couple days until the Idol Awards. Abby had been getting on him about finishing. But every time he tried to put words to paper, tried to conjure lyrics and rhythms... it fizzled in his mind, as another song took its place.

...but that song didn’t matter. Wouldn’t matter. Not for long.

With a breath, he picked up the journal and leaned forward as he wrote, black locks falling in his face. You know I'm the only one who'll love your sins.

Did Rumi ever get creative blocks like this?

Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin

Was she even the lyricist of Huntrix? He’s never even asked.

He didn’t realize his features had twisted into a frown until he felt something warm and furry brush his hand. He jumped, markings that wrapped around his arms and neck flaring before they settled, as his gaze landed on Tiger. The demon pushed its face under his hand and....

Stared at him.

Jinu stared back.

He never won these staring contests. After a moment he blinked and snorted, letting his weight lean to the cat as he wrote. “What.”

Tiger didn’t respond. His tongue slowly rolled out of his mouth.

“...what do you think?” He showed the cat the verses. Knowing damn well he didn’t understand a thing. “It’s almost finished. Just needs some touch ups.”

Tiger blinked slowly. Yawned again, like Jinu was boring him before curling beside him. Jinu gave a breath, and flipped the page. Clean sheet. Blank lines. He had to refocus. **Concentrate.** And yet... he leaned back, eyes closed.

Rumi probably didn't agonize over lyrics like this. She was so... decisive. Knew exactly what she wanted.

Jinu hesitated. Staring at the page... before his pen began to carve across the sheet.

I don’t flinch when the spotlight burns.

Don’t blink when the silence turns.

I’ve learned to wear a thousand names,

And none of them mine.

Everyone wants a piece that shines,

While you stay for the part that breaks.

It was like a warmth had begun to burn in his chest. A familiar glow as he wrote that he hadn’t felt in so long. Passion. Passion for writing. Passion for creating. Not for Gwi-Ma. But for him. For her. Tiger rested his great head in his lap as he worked, eyes locked on the demon’s face as he focused... until the Tiger tensed.

He lifted his head, staring into the dark and Jinu followed his gaze. “...what’s wrong?” He asked. Jinu’s eyes glowed gold in the dark. Claws slowly extended from his fingers as he moved to rise... before a voice sounded.

“Working on Idol?”

Abby. He emerged from the shadows at the edge of the billboard, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he walked along the slim edge. One wrong move and he'd fall - not that that was a worry of demons. Jinu closed the notebook.

"It's a work in progress."

"Oh?" Abby closed his fist.

The notebook tore out of Jinu's hands in a surge of red light, and the demon hissed out, trying to grab at it. Too late, as it fluttered into Abby's grasp with a smirk. "Then let's take a look." He turned. Walking away from Jinu, back to him as he poured through the notebook, Jinu rising slowly behind him. And Abby stopped. Frowning as he spun around. "You've barely written anything new since yesterday."

"The muse isn't coming."

“Oh? Feeling a bit...” He waved the journal in Jinu’s face...and Jinu’s stomach sank as he saw his newly written verses. “Distracted?”

Jinu’s eyes narrowed, and he wordlessly put out his hand. His markings crawled slow across his extended arm, eyes flickering with light in warning. “Give it to me.”

Abby’s smile faltered a moment. His lip quirked into a frown... before it returned, dangerous and charismatic as he drew over, passing the journal into Jinu’s hands.

"Careful, Jinu." Abby's voice was low. Cool. "Start writing songs like that, and people are going to get the wrong idea."

"I'm not writing anything for her."

"Did I say anything about a her?"

Jinu's claws extended slightly. Tiger let out a low growl from where he crouched behind Jinu's leg, his tail lashing. "You think I don't see what's happening?" Abby hissed as he began to... circle Jinu. With every step, his body transformed. Yellow eyes flickered in the dark, as pointed fangs gleamed white in the night.

"I've seen the way you look at her. At the last meet and greet? That interview you both did? Romance says you didn't take your eyes off her."

"Yes." Jinu folded his arms, eyes following the demon as he circled him. "I don't take my eyes off my enemy."

"Enemy, or lover?" Abby stopped in front of Jinu. "You forget what we're here for. To remind them why we fear the dark, and to bring Gwi-Ma his victory...or have the voices in your head suddenly stopped?"

It was like a ripple of profane energy ripped through Jinu. Voices. Dissonant screams. His name shouting in the dark as rain poured, as the doors closed. Jinu gasped out as he staggered, a hand at his face as his markings spread across fair skin. And in the midst of his stumble, Abby shoved the journal into his chest, letting his face draw close to his. Nearly a head taller.

“Finish the damn song,” Abby growled. "We'll need it for the awards... Gwi-Ma will have our heads if we fail."

...Jinu stepped forward. Shorter. Slighter. And yet... the single step had Abby shrinking backwards, teeth bared in a warning growl as Jinu’s eyes narrowed to animalistic slits. “Worry about yourself,” he hissed out. “Your dancing has been sloppy, and you’ve got the starting solo. Don’t embarrass us.”

Abby watched him a moment longer... before he snapped his fingers, body folding into a spray of red mist.

Jinu didn’t move for a long while. He stared into the darkness, hands gripping his notebook so tight that the pages began to rip at the seams. Tiger whined and pushed his head against Jinu’s hand... and the touch was ignored, as he stepped forward.

To the very edge. The wind curled around him. Far below, the city stretched beyond him. A million fans. A million souls. A million corpses. Jinu looked down. To the concrete highway, and the cars that raced underneath.

He looked down. His reflection seemed to stare back up from the screen beneath him. The frozen image of his facade glowing in the dark. He leaned out further. Testing the edge.

How long would the fall be, he wondered.

Can demons even die from such... mortal ends? His golden gaze slid shut. The wind seemed to push at his back. Voices screamed in his mind. With a breath, he tipped forward slightly-

"Jinu?"

Softer steps. An even softer voice... Rumi. He couldn't help the slightest flutter in his chest as he glanced backwards... staring at Tiger immediately began to love up on the woman as she walked along the billboard towards him. Her smile was infectious as she leaned down to push her fingers through his fur and Jinu scoffed. "Traitor."

"You know, he's been hanging around me a lot."

"I know he has. You know, I'm still the one that feeds you, cat."

Tiger slowly turned to stare at him with that rocks-for-brains look before he went back to leaning his head against Rumi's hand. "Where did you even find him?"

"He just... turned up? I spent ages trying to get rid of him, but he kept appearing. Eventually I just gave up. He's a freak." He says it with all the affection and love in his heart as he moved to join them, brushing the tiger's spine.

“Oh, come on,” Rumi laughed. “He’s not a freak, just... disconcerting.”

Their fingers brushed in passing as they pet the cat. They flinched, and withdrew their hands like they might burn one another and Rumi cleared his throat.

"So... do you often brood on billboards?"

"It's a bit on brand for tall, dark and handsome demon, don't you think?" He teased back.

"I suppose, but we try to break stereotypes in this industry."

"I'd argue that the stereotypes is what keeps the fans coming back."

"You're not wrong... but you strike me as someone who wants to be known for more than just an act."

Jinu... quieted a moment as he looked out over the city. "...sometimes," he murmured. "It's hard to separate myself from the act."

"...yeah." She grimaced, and tugged on the sleeve of her jacket to her wrist. She always did that. "I get that."

A beat passed as they stood in silence. Watching the city below... all of those lives in motion. Lives that he was going to help extinguish. Rumi's gaze flickered over to the notebook that was still clutched tight in his hand. "...what were you writing?"

He hesitated. Tensed slightly. Rumi noticed, and she put up a disarming hand. "You don't have to show me," she said. "I mean... we're still technically rivals, right? Even once the show is over, and Gwi-Ma is gone."

"I suppose so. But you know the fans would lose their minds if we collaborated."

"Oh, definitely. They'd be foaming at the mouths," she laughed, and her eyes... widened in surprise as he passed it over. "...you're sure?"

"I trust you."

Her features softened, and she took the notebook delicately. She lowered slow to sit, crossing her legs as she read and he sat beside her... one leg dangling over the edge as he pulled the other to his chest. Watching her... watching her face. Idol. "...this is what you're planning on singing?"

"Yes."

"And... you're still going to-"

"Self sabotage? Yes."

A lie. One that churned and twisted in his stomach. She didn't notice as she reached to touch his shoulder gratefully and... turned the page. Jinu's entire body tightened to rip it out of her hands... but held his ground. Watching with growing anxiousness as he watched her read his new song. Watched her features shift, as a bit of heat rose up onto her cheeks... she always blushed so easy.

Something he loved to mercilessly tease her over.

“...Jinu, this is beautiful.”

“It’s... a single. I don’t plan on ever releasing it.”

“You should... is it just... words in your head right now? Or have you thought of a melody for it?”

“Just words, right now.”

“Do you mind if I...?”

“...Go for it.”

She smiled at him as she read through the lyrics once more... before she cleared her throat.

“I don’t flinch when the spotlight burns.”

The song sounded divine coming from her lips.

“Don’t blink when the silence turns.

I’ve learned to wear a thousand names,

And none of them mine.

Everyone wants a piece that shines,

While you stay for the part that breaks.

You ask where it hurts,

Like you’re not afraid of what you’ll find.

You stay for the cracks, not just the broken lines.

If you knew me,

Really knew me.

Not the mask, or the melody,

But the mess behind the curtain.

Would you still stay? Would you still sting?

They only love me when I'm golden,

When I'm cruel, cold and clean.

But you- you love the blood beneath the glitter.

The song inside the scream.

As she sang... he could feel a ripple of power. And he watched the magic of her voice. The faint outline of the honmoon that stretched out across the city. It prickled under his skin like static. Like he wasn’t supposed to hear a voice that pure. Like something in him remembered the old magic, and flinched. And yet...

It was beautiful. He couldn’t stop listening.

When she finished... a silence stretched between them. Before he glanced over, eyes searching her face. "...you're incredible."

She snorted. "You should have heard me when my voice was cracking...who did you write this for?"

Jinu stared at her for a long moment... before he moved to take the journal. He eased it from her grasp, and replaced it with his hand. "...you ask a lot of personal questions, for a rival."

"...well, for someone who's supposed to be your rival, you sure do let me read a lot of personal poetry."

Jinu's gaze danced from her eyes, to her lips and back. Red flushed up onto Rumi's cheeks and all at once... they leaned into one another. Lips touched.

No audience. No masks. No interviews or flashing cameras. He felt Rumi's hand curl around his, fingers tightening as their faces tilted. As lips worked to one another... and when they broke apart, it was slow. Hesitant. Like they didn't want to stop. Their foreheads brushed, eyes still closed... until at last their gaze met. "...when this is over," Rumi whispered. "I can help you."

"You can't help me."

"I really hate when people tell me I can't do something. It just makes me spiteful."

"They say spite is the greatest motivator."

"So don't you dare doubt me." She kisses his cheek as she pushes up. Her face... beaming, despite her best attempt at a cool calm. "...I'll see you at the Idol Awards."

She hesitated. "I liked your song."

Then she was gone. Her braid flowing as she leapt down, leaving Jinu in the dark.

The wind felt colder, now that she was gone. The weight of her kiss still warm against his cheek. Tiger pressed up against him, silent - as if soaking up the sorrow of his master as Jinu took a ragged breath. The moment she was gone... it all came surging back. The voices. The screams, the begs...

That look in their eyes, as the doors slammed closed.

With a snarl, he tore the page free - the one she'd sung - and hurled it into the wind. The rest of the journal followed. Pages ripped away from the bindings in the wind and fluttered down to the screaming highway as Jinu leaned to push his face into Tiger's fur, tears burning in his eyes.

“I liked it, too.”

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I hope you liked it!! Check out my tumblr for commission info if you're interested in your own story! Let me know what you think of the story. <3

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sirskroll · 2 months ago

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A young blacksmith’s apprentice stumbles upon a shard of a fallen star. They then use this shard to forge a blade unlike any other…

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sirskroll · 3 months ago

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Very sick slayer form

my druid werewolf durge form progression. Dark Urge variant is when she does durgey things (alfira etc). I saw other people's slayer forms and i wanted to make my own.

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sirskroll · 4 months ago

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These resources have been amazing for the Fourth Wing D&D campaign I want to start

The Riders Quadrant (Basgiath War College)

Here is everything you need to know about the Riders Quadrant.

This entire page is made by me, i did my research on both the books and The Empyrean Wiki, but feel free to correct me if something is wrong or missing. Do not use without giving credit, i spend many hours on these to perfect it.

The pictures used are edited by me.

DISCLAIMER: I have not finished onyx storm but i will update these all when i have! NO SPOILERS. thank you

This is part of the "aura's empyrean guide" series. I will update all of these once onyx storm is out. Every sunday a new part.

Masterlist ☆ Dragon guide ☆ Star's story ☆ Empyrean guide ☆ Support me

Kind of loved how this one came out ngl.

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sirskroll · 5 months ago

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This is extremely cute and creative

Interested in a commission? Check out my little video to see what I offer!

Link to my ko-fi down below!

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sirskroll · 6 months ago

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I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

(save the images to zoom in on the pics)

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sirskroll · 6 months ago

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Taking Fourth Wing OC Writing Requests!

I haven't written anything in so long and I wanna spread my wings! :) I'd love to explore the Fourth Wing community more and learn more about your ocs! I'll be writing a short story that will describe your character during their Threshing, and claiming their dragon! All I ask for in return is a humble reblog and follow if possible <3 I plan on doing more of these in the future, as well as prompts for people to choose from so I can write their characters! Thanks so much for your consideration, I'm going to try to do three of them. Just send me an ask that describes your character, their name, appearance, personality as well as that of their dragon! (And their weapons.) Thank you!!!

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sirskroll · 7 months ago

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Writing Commissions Open! (Discounts on Epic, Fourth Wing, BG3 & D&D)

Hello, everyone! I'm opening commissions for writing! I'm a fandom writer, so unfortunately I don't write completely original content. I have a plethora of fandoms for you to choose from and my rate is $1 for every 100 words. I'm trying to put a down payment down on a new shepherd puppy. :)Payment would take place after the story is finished. Here is how the process goes!

We discuss what you want and what your budget is.

I write. I don't like writing with a solid word count goal in mind because depending on what you want, I might end up needing to stretch it out or cut it down and no one likes a choppy story. So I write until I feel the story is complete and has fulfilled your desires, and we calculate the price from how much I've written.

When I'm halfway done, you get to read it and see if it's going in the right direction. If you don't like it, I will then rewrite but rewrites will only occur at that halfway mark!

When the project is finished, I will then demand payment BEFORE delivery. If there are any edits you want me to make, I'll make them free of charge! (So long as it doesn't involve rewriting the entire story, that will then be a separate payment.)

I have a couple rules, as well!

I don't follow a time schedule. I have a very busy schedule and write at my own pace - however I try to get it done as quickly as possible. If you feel I'm taking too long, feel free to nudge me!

I don't write poly relationships. Sorry, I'm just uncomfortable with it. Or underage NSFW.

I write fxm, mxm and fxf. Can be either OCs or canon characters!

I can write some freaky NSFW stuff. Too freaky, and I might dip. Otherwise, it any NSFW will come at an extra charge.

I can write original content, but it will be twice the price due to the fact that I have no prior information to go off of for world building.

Here are some examples of my work: Phoenix Rising Hogwarts Mystery Surge of the West Avatar the Last Airbender I Am My Monster Steven Universe Flight from Vere Captive Prince

(ANYTHING EPIC THE MUSICAL, FOURTH WING OR D&D/BALDUR'S GATE RELATED IS AT A 10% DISCOUNT)

Anime

Attack on Titan

Banana Fish

Black Clover

Bungou Stray Dogs

Castlevania

Death Note

Free

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

No. 6

Pokemon

Psycho Pass

Yuri on Ice

Movies

DC Universe

Disney

Lord of the Rings

Marvel Universe

Star Wars

Spiderverse

Novels

ACOTAR

Captive Prince

Fourth Wing

Game of Thrones

Harry Potter

Legend of Kyoshi

Percy Jackson & The Olympians / The Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo

Maximum Ride

Song of Achilles

Ranger’s Apprentice

Red, White & Royal Blue

Wheel of Time

Video Games

Assassin’s Creed

Baldur's Gate

Cyberpunk

Dragon Age

Elder Scrolls

Fable

Gears of War

Jade Empire

Halo

Harry Potter: Hogwarts Legacy

Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery

Mystic Messenger

Pokemon

The Arcana

Witcher III

SHOWS

Avatar the Last Airbender / The Legend of Korra

DOTA

Game of Thrones

Hazbin Hotel

House of the Dragon

Steven Universe

Sherlock Holmes

Stranger Things

Tangled: The Series

The Dragon Prince

The Mandalorian

The Walking Dead

Voltron

Witcher

MISC

Epic the Musical

Dear Evan Hansen

Dungeons and Dragons / Critical Role

Hadestown

Hamilton

The Heathers

DM me privately if interested :)

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