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@ansacht
Yes. I can be upset and yell and throw a fit in anger.
But that’s basic.
It’s the silence and the indifference - that should scare you.
Because care is a translation of my love.
When I stop making you an important part of my world or when I realize you’re no longer worth my efforts - it will be silence and indifference that will meet you at the door.
It will be inaction that will shut it in your face.
I find character breakdowns a whole vibe.
Like I wish I can just fall apart and cry and scream and feel my soul settle in the way everyone describes “letting it out” makes them feel.
I can’t even find comfort in my own emotional separation from reality - all I feel is wasted time and a deeper feeling of unworthiness.
I just feel pity that the air had to carry the burden of my sadness.
I don’t have time to cry.
I can’t afford this space.
I have the loneliness of being who I am and the only thing I can depend on is what I can bring myself to produce.
I wish I trusted myself to know all these people were too busy with their own breakdown.
I could have spared myself from being devastated by the hope of safety.
Maybe the reason I drown myself in all these romantic stories is because I keep hoping that you’ll remember how you used to love me.
Newest chapter of my polytrix College Professors AU called Office Hours is now live!
goodwillhuntrx on AO3!
It’s a doozy folks! Two smutty scenes, the fallout of Celine walking into the house and finding Zoey there, plus Mira comes back from the conference!
^^^^ Celine looks like a wet cat in this whole chapter.
^^^^ Mira @ Zoey 👀
Because I love this fic and the author is sweet. :)
Hallooooooo!
WASSSSSSSSSUP.
When did acts of service become a weapon?
Ok. Hear me out.
Rumi is pop star royalty, daughter of two Sunlight Sisters. She already has contracts waiting for her to launch a solo career if she wants to but she is struggling with self worth because despite having an amazing voice, she isn’t really into being a nepo baby. The good thing is she is still fairly unknown so she decides she needs to try a little normalcy.
She decides to go to college and stay in a dorm, where she meets her roomies - Zoey, studying music to be a lyricist and Mira, studying dance and choreography.
Things clearly start to bloom between them and Rumi is scared that revealing who she really is will cause them to see her differently. After all, when you’re famous, you don’t know if people love you for what you can give them or for who you truly are. Unfortunately, she has had a bad experience with this with her ex, Jinu, who used her to make the connections to create his boyband before unceremoniously dumping her.
Because she cares about them, she has actually been trying to help them. She has been working with Zoey to write songs and has gotten Mira to do choreography. She has sneakily recorded it all and forwarded it to her people - who are thrilled. At first, she entertained the idea of just hiring them for her solo career as she feels energized and is starting to love music again thanks to the girls’ help. But slowly, in the back of her mind, she feels, no the WANT, to share the stage with them instead of relegating them to the background.
Of course it all changes, when Jinu gets a hold of one of the tracks and essentially stole and release it because he thought they were just samples of Rumi’s and he knew he had a hold on her that she would just either let it go or he would force her into a collaboration. Their label would demand they play nice.
Of course it forces Rumi’s hand because what other explanation can be made to Zoey and Mira when Zoey’s lyrics and Mira’s choreography is now hitting charts via a boyband.
It’s a mess, it’s polytrix love and can someone please write this?
I want angst, I want slow burn, I want love babyyyy.
(Someone please write this fic for me.)
Well, im actually on it, and here's a sneak peak (please tell me if there's anything I should change, im really nervous, english is not even my first language and this is my first fic):
Everything around Rumi was sucked into background noise as she walked down the street of what was going to be her house–maybe home–for the next chapter of her life. Her black, sleek car was parked a few steps behind, and her life–neatly arranged inside boxes–felt like a buzz with more protagonism in the scene than the rapid beat of her heart. Her whole life, everything that’d followed her through the waves and storms she’d navigated through; either forgotten in a house that felt too much, or tightly packed inside a moving box that seemed to mock Rumi’s sentimentalism with its own casualty.
Everything felt like the exact parallelism of her life a few days before, while also behaving like an antonym.
Finally and mindlessly, Rumi’s steps took her to the door of her new apartment.She’d found it with what she’d declared the last use of her family’s… well, everything. Asked the butlers to go find her roommates that went to the same university, and they’d clearly done the work, because here she was.
Rumi breathed, in and out, like the media training had taught her, and raised a shaky hand to the doorknob. She tried to open it, as if the door were to recognize her, as if keys were just a social construct. Realizing how embarrassing that’d been and muttering underneath her breath–am I an idiot why did I do that why ever why how when who what–she tried knocking at the door instead. Tried, because she couldn’t do it before a girl with self made bangs and space buns opened the door.
Even her thoughts–had she been waiting behind the door? Why–were interrupted by a girl.
BABE.
Literally, keep going!
I am here for it!
Ok. Hear me out.
Rumi is pop star royalty, daughter of two Sunlight Sisters. She already has contracts waiting for her to launch a solo career if she wants to but she is struggling with self worth because despite having an amazing voice, she isn’t really into being a nepo baby. The good thing is she is still fairly unknown so she decides she needs to try a little normalcy.
She decides to go to college and stay in a dorm, where she meets her roomies - Zoey, studying music to be a lyricist and Mira, studying dance and choreography.
Things clearly start to bloom between them and Rumi is scared that revealing who she really is will cause them to see her differently. After all, when you’re famous, you don’t know if people love you for what you can give them or for who you truly are. Unfortunately, she has had a bad experience with this with her ex, Jinu, who used her to make the connections to create his boyband before unceremoniously dumping her.
Because she cares about them, she has actually been trying to help them. She has been working with Zoey to write songs and has gotten Mira to do choreography. She has sneakily recorded it all and forwarded it to her people - who are thrilled. At first, she entertained the idea of just hiring them for her solo career as she feels energized and is starting to love music again thanks to the girls’ help. But slowly, in the back of her mind, she feels, no the WANT, to share the stage with them instead of relegating them to the background.
Of course it all changes, when Jinu gets a hold of one of the tracks and essentially stole and release it because he thought they were just samples of Rumi’s and he knew he had a hold on her that she would just either let it go or he would force her into a collaboration. Their label would demand they play nice.
Of course it forces Rumi’s hand because what other explanation can be made to Zoey and Mira when Zoey’s lyrics and Mira’s choreography is now hitting charts via a boyband.
It’s a mess, it’s polytrix love and can someone please write this?
I want angst, I want slow burn, I want love babyyyy.
(Someone please write this fic for me.)
Ok you guys. To continue this:
Because the label, who was responsible for her mothers’ fame (Sunlight Sisters) is like - we really don’t want any fighting but Rumi is like - it’s me or HIM. The label wants to choose Jinu because he actually has a boyband already and they won’t take Rumi seriously because they think she won’t leave because she is a legacy and the label was handing her everything to make sure she is successful.
Rumi is like surprise motherf*ckers, I’m out and then she LAWYERS UP herself, Zoey and Mira and go after Jinu and the label for plagiarism. (Her moms are supportive. Duh.) It’s a PR nightmare for the label.
Rumi ends up getting into contact with a smaller label, run and managed by our collective Dad, Bobby. She convinces Zoey and Mira to form Huntr/x and they release some songs - a diss track of Jinu and his boyband and the song Jinu stole in its original form.
Jinu and the label are mad so they leak all the content that Rumi sneakily recorded. Jinu goes on interviews claiming Rumi gave him the track and essentially he is trying to make her look bad.
Huntr/x simply releases a polished version of the leaked content and the publication of texts from Jinu after Rumi found out he stole an entire song. The ones where he treated Rumi condescendingly, especially threatening her to say something and smugly claiming the label will protect him in the same way it protected him when he cheated on her.
The backlash was swift. There are lots to talk about.
(Someone please write this fic for all of us.)
Ok. Hear me out.
Rumi is pop star royalty, daughter of two Sunlight Sisters. She already has contracts waiting for her to launch a solo career if she wants to but she is struggling with self worth because despite having an amazing voice, she isn’t really into being a nepo baby. The good thing is she is still fairly unknown so she decides she needs to try a little normalcy.
She decides to go to college and stay in a dorm, where she meets her roomies - Zoey, studying music to be a lyricist and Mira, studying dance and choreography.
Things clearly start to bloom between them and Rumi is scared that revealing who she really is will cause them to see her differently. After all, when you’re famous, you don’t know if people love you for what you can give them or for who you truly are. Unfortunately, she has had a bad experience with this with her ex, Jinu, who used her to make the connections to create his boyband before unceremoniously dumping her.
Because she cares about them, she has actually been trying to help them. She has been working with Zoey to write songs and has gotten Mira to do choreography. She has sneakily recorded it all and forwarded it to her people - who are thrilled. At first, she entertained the idea of just hiring them for her solo career as she feels energized and is starting to love music again thanks to the girls’ help. But slowly, in the back of her mind, she feels, no the WANT, to share the stage with them instead of relegating them to the background.
Of course it all changes, when Jinu gets a hold of one of the tracks and essentially stole and release it because he thought they were just samples of Rumi’s and he knew he had a hold on her that she would just either let it go or he would force her into a collaboration. Their label would demand they play nice.
Of course it forces Rumi’s hand because what other explanation can be made to Zoey and Mira when Zoey’s lyrics and Mira’s choreography is now hitting charts via a boyband.
It’s a mess, it’s polytrix love and can someone please write this?
I want angst, I want slow burn, I want love babyyyy.
(Someone please write this fic for me.)
@mistletien posed a question of whether polytrix would have spicy time pre-show or post show and my answer was post show because they would make it a game to tease and get each other hot and bothered to see who will break first post-show.
So I was randomly thinking about this and had kind of a laugh. I haven’t written any kind of fic or story in ages so…you’ll have to take it with a grain of salt. It’s Bobby-centric.
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Bobby knew that the girls were close, in fact, they were even closer after the Idol Awards that fueled the rumors of fighting and breakup. That was a nightmare to manage but one live stream was enough to squash down the breakup - the girls practically squeezed so close to each other, lingering touches and looks saw to the rise of a new ship and tag called polytrix. Honestly, Bobby thought it was genius and told the girls so - they even blushed deeply at the compliment.
Rumi’s new markings were a surprise and Bobby spent a lot of time making sure she knew he accepted her. He specially took time to defend her using his secret social media accounts to draw out the hidden haters and have them banned on the official accounts. No one insults his girls without consequence.
The Comeback tour was going as planned.
The newly written Takedown, less aggressive, softer, rewritten as a new anthem to take down glass ceilings and the societal pressures of the world on women was perfect. It was often followed by What It Sounds Like to finish out the night. The girls are always vibrating with energy, sometimes gripping each other tightly, often ignoring the staff ready to cater to their needs in favor of running to their shared dressing room giggling. Sometimes the sound of Mira growling in impatience was enough to scare everyone out of the way as she drags Rumi and Zoey, a hand on each girl’s wrist, shutting the door to the dressing room with a thump. Bobby’s only job is to ensure security keeps everyone out.
Bobby has stopped wondering why they stay so long in their dressing room after the concert. He figured it was just a new tradition similar to their pre-show snacking. He simply ensures they have the water, towels, pillows and snacks requested along with the number of the driver on call that will eventually take them to the penthouse of the hotel they are staying at for the night. Signed NDA from the driver, tinted windows, privacy barrier, soundproof - everything the girls asked for.
He also knew to stock up on more snacks and recovery drinks for their penthouse suite. After the one time he dropped in before noon and found Rumi burritoed and Mira and Zoey awkwardly dressed in random clothes, he realized he should never stopped by that early again. (Little did he know that had he looked up from his phone merely seconds before he did, it would have become very difficult to look any of the girls in the eyes ever again.) He made sure flights and travel plans were made for late afternoons.
Bobby usually hears from them a little before 1 PM with a text thanking him for the snacks and drinks followed by a quick selfie - although one time, he got a video call that was clearly accidental.
His Hello was drowned out by a moan from Zoey. He wasn’t sure what to do until Mira’s panicked face appeared on the screen explaining that Rumi was giving Zoey a massage. After some shuffling in the background, Rumi and Zoey appeared on the screen, disheveled. It was then that Bobby noticed matching bruises in identical places on Mira and Zoey’s neck - a choreography mishap, they explained. Bobby started to include ice packs with their snacks and drinks in the suites. (He didn’t notice Rumi’s deep blush as Mira and Zoey smirked, secretly enjoying the idea of being claimed).
Polytrix continued to trend - the girls seem fine with it so Bobby left it alone. Bobby loves his girls and so long as they are happy and the fans are happy - he really didn’t need to get involved. But if they ever seriously asked him about it - Bobby would have told them that he loves them no matter what.
I read your KPDH series and I just want to thank you for writing it because F*CKKKK.
Any fic that makes me cry and gives me the incurable sadness is literally my soul jam.
you are so, so welcome. and if you like crying and being terribly sad about fanfic, boy are you gonna have fun with my current wip hehehe...
So I can be a petty a**hole sometimes so in the fics where Rumi dies because Celine actually does kill her…..I sometimes have these intrusive thoughts against Mira and Zoey where I’m like - y’all didn’t deserve her and literally confirmed every single one of her fears by raising your weapons at her and I’m like yes - SUFFER her loss. I think the ones without happy endings are just the most real. I really did enjoy your fic. Also breaking soul bonds….whew.
I swear I’m actually a decent person outside of these creative and artistic outlets. I think these dark things are great reminders that things are fleeting and to cherish what you have.
was making dinner when hit with an idea for PWP fic
zoey tying rumi up for the first time shibari style, talking low and slow to her, lots of praise and lots of kisses, teasing, and groping throughout
rumi who can't even speak she's both so aroused by what's going on and nervous. she wants to be a good little sub for her partner (zoey is def a verse) and she glows with each tightening of the rope against her body. all of them knowing she's playing along to a perfect script because since accepting her demon half she can easily snap her way out of the rope
mira who's in the chair watching with an intense stare, giving both of them orders and urging zoey to work rumi up until rumi has no choice but to beg in that pretty way that makes zoey and mira just jump her then and there and wreck her for the rest of the night
Ok but hear me out - Zoey tying up Rumi, Shibari style because Zoey loves it and Rumi wanted to try it - but they aren’t lovers, just friends.
Mira is there as the only person that Zoey allows to tie HER up but THEY are actually casual lovers that haven’t quite figured out what they mean to each other.
Rumi accidentally walks into a private session of Mira tying up Zoey but instead of it becoming weird, Zoey asks Rumi to stay and watch. It becomes a thing - Zoey tying Rumi with slow burn seduction but no actual sex and Zoey asking Rumi to come watch Mira tie her up. Every time it happens, the temperature cranks up and the sexual tension just gets thicker.
Eventually Mira asks Zoey if it’s ok to show/guide Rumi on the actual art of tying and Zoey actually allows it - and then everything gets extra spicy and polytrix is born.
(polytrix) who wins at mario party?
Oh Zoey hands down. She probably grew up with video games while Rumi and Mira didn’t at all.
Mira tries to overcome this by playing very aggressively but that’s not how Mario party works. She’s very competitive and is kinda a sore loser so she MUST be kissed when she loses.
Rumi gives it the old collage go but always comes in last. While she’s kinda competitive she knows better than to get drawn into Mira and Zoey’s mess with stuff she’ll totally lose (most of the time) sometimes she kinda gives up half way through to lay on Zoey so Mira has a better chance of winning.
But like can we all agree that Zoey has to help Rumi get set up and she keeps choosing Rumi’s Mario Party character to be Princess Peach?
I feel like Zoey is either Yoshi, Kirby or Toad depending on her mood and Mira just brings chaotic energy as Wario or Bowser.
They have to keep calling Bobby to replace their TV because Mira keeps throwing the Switch remote at the TV because Zoey is a little shit and keeps stealing her stars.
I’m cackling over here.
Huntrix poster that was meant to close the film in the very last scene but it wasn't used.
Drawn by Nacho Molina, visual development artist at Sony Animation Pictures.
Source: Nacho Molina official IG account
Can’t help but be drawn to Zoey’s eyes - hers is the most…relatable? Captivating?
I have tragic information to share with all yall
Ok hear me out.
This as the background for the montage:
"The Ballet of Bruises."
my love for her does not break—
though i do,
over and over,
in the quiet where her absence hums.
she is all porcelain grace:
a ballerina balanced on the thinnest wire,
spinning flawless illusions
in the breathless dark.
she is butterfly wings—
gossamer, untouchable—
but i have learned
that silk can cut,
and soft hands can wound
without ever closing into fists.
once, i brushed the edges of her—
barely a touch—
and something shattered.
not her.
never her.
she only smiled,
poised in the ruin she left behind,
as i splintered silently beneath her gaze.
i wonder how it is
to dance so weightless
upon the bones of those
who loved you.
This broke me.
If they do this scene at some point in DCU I'll lose it 🤣
Kara got that Lena Luthor salary. It’ll be fine.
