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[megatraven]

what marks the future for us

Pairing: Polytrix (Mira x Rumi x Zoey) Summary: Rumi's insecurity rears its head when she catches Zoey and Mira staring at her patterns. Words: 1064 || Rating: T || AO3

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The moment she starts to shrug her jacket off, she can feel their eyes on her.

Again.

It happens every time- but when she looks up at them, they immediately look away, pretending they hadn't been staring at her. She knows they don't mean anything bad by it... but it makes her skin itch, and it's only through pure will that she doesn't scratch the skin from her arms into a bloodied mess, patterns and all.

This time, she turns to them and puts her foot down.

"What?!" she exclaims, before the other two can look away. She shimmies her jacket back on, crossing her arms. "Why do you keep staring at me? At my..."

She looks away, feeling the patterns on her face shimmer as her cheeks heat up, frustration and anxiety boiling over. More aggressive than she means to be, she zips her jacket back up, hiding her exposed midriff and collarbone. The zipper nearly rips off between her fingers, which only aggravates her more.

"I thought you didn't- I thought we were okay, but-"

Zoey jumps forward, almost falling into her as she cuts her off.

"We are! We're totally okay!" she exclaims, holding her hands out to placate her. Her eyes are wide, and genuine surprise draws her brows higher as the words rush out from her mouth. "You didn't do anything wrong, Rumi! It's just- I mean, before you, we never really got to have a close look at demon marks before, and yours are so, well, different! We aren't judging you for having them, you're just-"

"Hot," Mira finishes for her. Zoey nods enthusiastically, never taking her eyes off of their leader.

When Rumi looks between the two of them, every demon mark on her body gleams, as if she were blushing with her entire body.

"...What?" she says again, this time from surprise. She blinks, sure she must have misheard.

"You're hot," Mira repeats, raising a brow.

"Oh."

Her confusion- denial?- is palpable, but thankfully, Zoey jumps in again.

"We've been friends for years, but we've never seen you be so... casual!"

"You've always been pretty modest," Mira throws in.

"It's just... nice. To see you." Her hands reach forward and take one of Rumi's, squeezing it before pushing her sleeve up. The patterns on her arm peek out, pulsing at Zoey's touch. "All of you."

"....Oh." She wants to say more, but the words stick in her throat. She sniffles, suddenly overcome with emotion, and just barely keeps herself from crying. She knows that once she starts, it'll get Zoey going, and Mira won't be far behind if the both of them are in tears.

She stands there for a long moment, frozen as she processes everything they'd just said. Swallowing, she tries to speak, but the words don't come out. Unlike when her voice broke during their practice performance of Takedown, this wasn't because of her marks. Rather, there was an intense, burning ache in her that refuses to get snuffed out.

It's a familiar feeling, in a strange way. She's felt it most of her life, most prominently after she'd met the girls and became their friend... their leader. She always had to hold herself back, keep parts of herself hidden. It hadn't been fair- not to them, and certainly not to herself. But she'd done it anyway, certain at the time that it was for the best, that it was the right thing to do.

And still... she wanted what they had. She wanted to go to the bathhouse together, she wanted to casually strip down to her underwear when it was too hot to do anything, she wanted to do what they could do. Show off their skin, get help with putting her hair up or taking it down, exist comfortably with each other.

Maybe more than that, though, she wanted this.

Them.

She longed for it.

"Okay," she finally says, voice cracking.

The pain in her throat spreads down to her chest, and before she knows it, Mira's in front of her, next to Zoey, reaching for her face. She almost flinches from how fast she moves, but then Mira's cradling her face between her hands, and Rumi can't help relaxing into them as her breath hitches. Thumbs wipe at the tears that spill over her cheeks, trailing over the two demon marks that curve beneath her eyes.

She can't look away from them even when her cry turns into a sob, but when Zoey and Mira start to cry with her, there's no pang in her heart like she expected. Instead, there's relief. They're not crying because of her, or even for her, really. They're crying because... they're happy too.

Pulling away from Zoey's hands, Rumi throws an arm over each girl's shoulder and falls to her knees, pulling them down with her. All three embrace, riding out the wave of emotion until Rumi's sobs peter out.

"S-so," she starts, taking a shaky breath. "You think I'm hot, huh?"

Zoey smiles wide and rolls her eyes a bit.

"Duh!"

Mira's grin is sharp, despite the tears.

"Yeah. So take off the jacket."

A laugh erupts from Rumi at that, and there's a lightness in her that she's never felt before. Everything she'd longed for, everything she'd wanted, it was hers now. She could be herself. She didn't have to yearn for it anymore, it was all right here, right in front of her.

No more hiding.

She lets go of Zoey and Mira long enough to bring the zipper back down, smiling all the way. Just as quick, she shrugs it off like she'd intended to do earlier, a satisfying whump as the fabric falls to the floor around her. She's about to hug the girls again when they both gasp.

"What is..." her words trail off. Looking down at her own body, at the exposed demon marks, she sees what they see. Iridescent marks that were faded into her skin glow now, as bright as they had when they fought Gwi-Ma together.

"Wow, Rumi... they're so beautiful!" Zoey exclaims, grabbing one of her arms. The compliment and the touch make the marks pulse again, and this time Rumi's face turns pink.

Mira's finger pokes at her stomach before she looks up at Rumi again.

"...Hot."

And for the first time in her life, Rumi believes that she might be.

[cupcakeshakesnake]

I looked in the mirror at 4am. No lights, no glasses, just my blurry silhouette backlit by the faint light of dawn streaming into the window.

My facial features began to shift.

I looked away.

[kirby-the-gorb]

[bookdragonlibrary]

@sounddrive it's so cool!

Mine comes from bookworm to bookdragon (because I really love dragons!) and library because I wanted my blog to look like a library with cool stuff I found on Tumblr, knowledge, my thoughts on my SI and my writing 😁

USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

[empyrean-demise]

New alterhuman-themed reblog game:

Try to make your 'type (Or highest kin) as a dragon, or if you're a dragon alterhuman, make yourself using this dragon maker!

I'll go first!

Aven dragon :P

@inner-will, @hydronyx, @starkinvs, @sardonyx-x3 and anyone else!

[aropride]

You are in a room with a rotting corpse and thousands of flies and maggots. PUT THE DAMN MASK ON

[this-is-a-person]

Argghhh

[voxmilia]

HELL OF A FIRST LINE FROM YOU THIS EP, WEALWELL

[apparently-artless]

I think I've mentioned this before but I really love how demons are portrayed in this series. Frieren, as someone who have witnessed the true nature of demons too many times before, is always ready to fight them, never giving them any chance to speak and deceive. When the scale was still in favor of Aura, she wanted to kill Frieren herself with her own hands. Frieren, however, could not even be bothered, and just asked Aura to kill herself.

I can't wait for season 2 and the next arcs. I'm curious if the author's stance on how demon characters are written will remain constant or change in the future.

[cb-writes-stuff]

Highlight from a MAGA ad I’m seeing a lot that especially pisses me off

President Trump is banning sex changes on minors

This sounds like he’s preventing minors from being subject to sex changes against their own desires. Good, right? Except that’s not what’s happening. What’s happening is trans youth are being kept from the resources they want, and dare I say, need.

“Okay,” says the skeptic, “so he’s just preventing anything like that from happening. No sex change-y anything for any minors.” WRONG! Intersex infants are still being forced into surgeries and treatments to make them more “typical”, and not only is that done without their consent, it’s done before they’re even capable of consent.

Not only is it twisting a statement into something it isn’t, it’s a blatant lie.

[grox-empire]

ATTACK FOR MY BUDDY @slurpasour!

Baby Kistah so cute

[ledybas-the-ledybest]

oohoohoo, I like this idea!

CAINE X GANGLE

❤️StageFright 🧡

[valdotpng]

an accomplice turned victim his apology, long overdue

[phantomtrax]

Post is over look at my art boy

GUYS I KNOW ABOUT THE ORIGINAL POST REQUESTING THE ART I LITERALLY SAW IT WHILE MAKING THIS POST THATS WHAT I MEANT BY "LOOKED IT UP"

[kuchipatch1]

yall have got to be more normal about Southern people and I'm not kidding. enough of the Sweet Home Alabama incest jokes, enough of the idea that all Southerners are bigots and rednecks, and enough of the idea that the South has bad food. shut up about "trailer trash" and our accents and our hobbies!

do yall know how fucking nauseating it is to hear people only bring up my state to make jokes about people in poverty and incestuous relationships? how much shame I feel that I wasn't born up north like the Good Queers and Good Leftists with all the Civilised Folk with actual houses instead of small cramped trailers that have paper thin walls that I know won't protect me in a bad enough storm?

do yall know how frustrating it is to be trans in a place that wants to kill you and whenever you bring it up to people they say "well just move out" instead of sympathizing with you or offering help?

do yall understand how alienating it is to see huge masterposts of queer and mental health resources but none of them are in your state because theyre all up north? and nobody seems to want to fix this glaring issue because "they're all hicks anyways"

Southern people deserve better. we deserve to be taken seriously and given a voice in the queer community and the mental health space and leftist talks in general.

[aropride]

did… did she do that?