Ellamay_Reaper



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    It’s an interesting interview question – one of the more original ones they’ve had recently.

    Was there anything she wanted to be before she wanted to be an idol- a hunter?

    Loved.

    Some treacherous part of her brain supplies.

    In which Rumi learns to love and be loved.

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    10 Jan 2026

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    Rumi lets out a broken, disbelieving sob, staring at herself in the mirror. She’s meant to be fixed. She’s—her patterns are gone, they’re gone, but this isn’t...she didn’t want this. She didn’t want...

    The honmoon glows golden underneath her feet. She can see the ripples spread up along the walls, carefully ebbing toward her. It stings when the honmoon wraps itself around her entire body, and Rumi can only watch as she’s engulfed by the light, staring at herself, unable to turn away. It feels like an embrace, but it’s cold and wrong, and it makes her tremble even harder, because the honmoon has never felt like that. Not to her.

    Quietly, in the very back of her mind, a voice says, “This is what you asked for.”

    (or, the au where rumi's patterns disappear after turning the honmoon gold, with severe, unexpected consequences)

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    09 Jan 2026

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    This is what Rumi knows to be true: Zoey and Mira don’t want her.

    Zoey and Mira don’t want her, and she does not want herself, and so she goes to the only other person who might.

    (She always found herself jealous of euthanized dogs)

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    As Zoey and Mira walk towards their impending doom, into Gwi-Ma's gaping maw, the entire world waits with bated breath for a hero. For someone to come with a song, a light in the dark, to save the day. But, no one does. And as destiny falls apart and fate screams in disapproval, the Honmoon reaches out to fix a cosmic error. Again, and again. No matter how many times it takes.

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    30 Nov 2025

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    “Do you think we'll ever get through to her?”

    “Everyone meets their breaking point eventually.” At Zoey's worried frown, Mira’s expression softened. She leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Don't worry, we'll be there to catch her when she falls.”

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    Mira's attempt at a spiel about love and friendship and unbreakable bonds turned to ash on her tongue.

    “Rumi. Rumi, no.”

    Rumi inched closer to the rail.

    “Rumi, please don’t.”

    Zoey’s foot moved.

     

    Rumi leapt.

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    Aka, another version of ‘Mira and Zoey find out about Rumi's patterns in a different way’ but this one's ✨mine✨

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    30 Oct 2025

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    Rumi took the song Freefall to literally

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    Mira and Zoey don’t know this yet (they will, one day soon, they will), but Rumi died for the first time the Monday after her eleventh birthday.

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    Rumi inhaled, the rush of air filling her lungs, inflating that tiny balloon called hope trapped behind her ribs.

    “I love you, Celine.”

    The words tumbled out of her gracelessly, but so so sweetly. She waited, and all the while, that little balloon grew and grew, the plastic skin of it stretching and thinning with every second before—

    “You too,” Celine said back.

    ‘Pop.’

    “Celine,” Rumi tried again, voice shaking as tears she didn’t even know she still had left to shed began to drip down her left cheek. “Celine, I said I love you.

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    If demons (even half-demons) could kill themselves, there probably wouldn't be many left. Rumi doesn't know this, yet. She learns.

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    03 Oct 2025