some other version of reality

kai, she/her, i think p5r is pretty cool

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

Study abroad? Well....only if i know her. i don't like to stare.

[taffybuns]

a witch who was always searching for love

[strawberry-macchiato]

what could have been

———

Day 61, 62, 63

[floristdream]

i'm gonna need something stronger than ibuprofen to cope with this new round...

[geospiral]

She's already gone.

[eightkr]

hyuluka first time in years i like a het ship

[evercelle]

"tragedies: the love was there"

[mmpookie]

Our Karma

[liliesgrowallovertheroom]

my favourite lesbians ever

[seagiri]

unfinished

[starsonpaper]

celine,,, what do u mean celine,,, celine come back

[emmeriex]

turnabout sisters is so insane in hindsight. you are miles edgeworth. mia fey, the first defense attorney you ever went against, has been murdered and you are prosecuting her little sister for the crime. not only are you intrinsically tied to her because of the circumstances surrounding your father’s death but you both watched a man kill himself your first time in court. you think this case could not be more emotionally charged. then you walk into court the day of the trial and who do you see on the defense? your fucking childhood best friend who you haven’t seen in 15 years.

[fakelawyerbug]

Consider Celine with chronic pain.

Consider Celine who spent, what, 20+ years in two incredibly physically demanding fields (professional performer and combatant).

Consider Celine who broke her body and had her body broken time and time again, who always bounced back because of youth and the honmoon.

Consider Celine aging into her 30s and 40s, older than she expected to be if she's being honest, and the damage to her body done in her 20s coming to roost.

Consider Celine relying more and more on the honmoon to reinforce unstable joints.

Consider the honmoon breaking.

[frozenartscapes]

Ok, so what if we link this with this headcanon of mine?

The Honmoon breaks, a new one is formed, but Celine doesn't have the same bond with this new one. It's almost like this new Honmoon doesn't trust her, is hesitant to accept her, and as a result, it doesn't help her.

At first, Rumi notices in a tightened jaw as Celine hugs her, her body stiffer than normal. But Rumi attributes that to Celine just being out of practice - it had been years since they hugged properly, after all. But then one day she notices that Celine's switched to a digital signature on documents instead of a hand-written one. She hasn't reached out to train together in a while. Rumi goes to confront her, only to be met with her mother mentor Mother relying on a cane to hold her weight (to a concerning degree).

When it looks like even standing is too much for Celine to bear, Rumi reaches out, tries to offer support. But Celine flinches, sucks in a pained breath, her face twisting in agony. She tries to reassure Rumi but Rumi knows

God, she fucking knows

[fakelawyerbug]

Our fingers, inching towards the puree setting.

One day, Celine collapses, the pain in her spine burning like molten iron poured directly onto her spine.

The doctor looks at her xrays and is surprised she's able to walk at all. Did she know that she broke her spine years ago? No, she never got surgery on it? Well, she recommends surgery. It should help with the pain but in the meantime, pain medication should help, what does her current pain management look like? Oh, she doesn't have one?

Imagine Rumi asking Celine in the car about what the doctor said.

Imagine Celine deciding to lie to Rumi again because she knows Rumi blame herself for it.

[frozenwolftemplar]

Blender goes *brrrrrrrrrr*

Imagine Rumi, steps silent enough not even a demon can hear her coming, accidentally overhearing her on the phone one day.

Imagine Rumi, outside Celine's office and just out of view, with her breath growing short and nausea cresting with every word.

"Surgery." "Spine." "Pain." "Walk?" "Pain." "Oh." "Pain." "Lifestyle changes." "Pain."

She leaves.

She can't- she can't.

She tells Mira and Zoey, with gasping breaths and stumbling tongue and tears pressing, burning at her eyes.

It makes no sense, they say, once that initial shock ebbs (not wears off, how could that ever wear off?). The Honmoon's supposed to heal them, take care of them, love them in return for all they give; it's been healing and caring and loving Celine long after they took over its maintenance.

And it's stronger than ever, they say, running fingertips over the strands and hearing it sing brighter and bolder than the old one ever did. Why?

Why why why why why?

They confront her, any anger and frustration they may feel at her hiding this from them tempered by worry and fear and how...frail she looks.

Celine's never supposed to be frail; she's the strongest person they know.

"Isn't the Honmoon helping you?" Rumi asks, wringing her hands and fighting the urge to wrap her arms around her mentor mother and not let go until the pain fades from Celine's body and Rumi's heart and the world is right again.

And Celine just smiles, sadly; looks up at the iridescent strands, then back to her girls.

"It's beautiful girls. But...this one's yours."

And they watch with horror as she laboriously reaches out a hand to the Honmoon...and it recoils.

[fakelawyerbug]

Celine tells them that they don't need to worry about her. It's awful now but that's only because her body is dealing with all *this* all at once. If she weren't a hunter, she would have had decades to get treatment and find a pain management regimen that worked for her.

Once the surgeries and physical therapy are done and once she's on the right medications, she'll be better.

Her doctors are pretty sure she'll be able to regain about 75% of her previous mobility. It honestly looks better than they expected.

(For once, she's not hiding her weakness)

(For the girls, it's worse that Celine seems to have just accepted that this is her life now.

That she won't be able to train with them anymore, that she'll be lucky if she dance again)

It seems so incredibly unfair.

Celine spent so long protecting the honmoon, training them to protect the honmoon.

(If she hadn't been a hunter, she wouldn't have needed half these surgeries)

And *this* is how *their* honmoon thanks her.

[frozenartscapes]

Rumi clings.

She feels especially guilty about the whole thing. She remembers the bitter resentment she felt toward the old Honmoon, toward Celine, when she teleported away from the Shrine on that night.

“If this is the Honmoon I’m supposed to protect, I’m glad to see it destroyed.”

She regrets those words more than ever. She didn’t know. She didn’t fucking know… She never would have… She would have tried something else if she…

She didn’t know.

So she clings. Stays close to Celine, even moving back to Jeju (it’s just for the time being: just until they can fix things). The Hunters’ compound is huge and will need someone who can maintain it, anyway. Despite her insistence otherwise, Celine needs help. And of course the other girls help, too. Three is better than one.

But Rumi clings.

She stays by Celine’s side like a guardian dog, always near and keeping her in her sight line. She’s there to become a living crutch whenever it is needed. She’s there to reach things from the high shelves, help with stairs, just…be near. It’s like an instinct, refusing to let her leave. She can’t fight it, no matter how much Celine tells her she’s fine. (Because it’s so obvious Celine is lying.)

One day she’s nestled close to Celine’s side on the couch. Her eomma is trying to put up a brave front, but it’s a pain flare up. Rumi can feel her trembling slightly, can see her clammy skin and tight jaw, her hands clenched as tight as the arthritis will let them. And Rumi is distressed. She’s keeping it bottled, but it feels a lot like those videos of people putting mentos into Diet Coke. Her heart is racing, her skin feels itchy. She’s just helpless in the face of this and she hates it. She lets out a small huff. It rumbles more than usual.

Then the rumbles continue.

She knows she can purr when she’s happy. But the thought never occurred to her that she could purr to try to calm herself down. And if she could do that, then maybe that thing about cats purring on their humans to make their humans feel better held water.

And so she clings, nestled close to Celine and purring up a storm. She doesn’t know if it’s working (Celine promises that it is but it’s harder to tell if she’s lying this time). But if there’s even a chance that it might be, if Rumi can try to release even a shred of the all-consuming guilt she feels, then she’ll stay here with her eomma for as long as she needs.

[fakelawyerbug]

(Me, pretending I didn't start this blend-fest: yall are being so mean 🥺)

Months later, Celine makes the decision to move to Seoul. The estate is too big, too rural for her to live there for the moment, even with her three girls helping.

She has specialists, appointments. She needs nurses to care for her while she recovers from surgery. (The girls offer - demand - that she let them do that but they have their lives to live and she'll be damned if she lets herself become a burden on them.)

She'll miss the quiet and the clear night skies; her garden and the mountain forest. (She won't miss the way the honmoon seems to shudder and withdraw from her on the days she's well enough to walk up the steps to the seonangdang.)

And the separation will be good for all of them, Celine thinks.

It's impossible to miss the near contempt, the thin line Rumi's lips make when she sees the honmoon wrapping itself around everything except Celine.

The seonangdang and this estate was the heart of the honmoon; the hunters, merely guests. And it was clear that Celine was no longer welcomed in this most holy of places.

(Everything had been foggy.

Celine thinks it must have been a bad day since she had willingly taken one of her pills for breakthrough pain.

She hated that pill. Hated how she knew the day would progress in snapshots after she took it. Hated that she would open her eyes and it would be hours later.

But this she remembers:

Rumi, pacing in front of her; so upset, her patterns turned bruise-dark against her skin.

"I am going to cut down that stupid tree," she had yelled. "I'm going to rip this stupid honmoon up by the roots and *strangle* it until it stops doing this to her!")

The tree had looked unharmed when Celine woke up again, the next day.

Celine decides she is moving to Seoul.

[frozenwolftemplar]

Welp, I see you brought the steel chair.

The girls do what they can, to make the Seoul apartment feel...something like a home. Some of the furnishings from the hanok; some pots of flowers of a kind with the garden on Jeju; their presence as many days as they can manage.

But they can still tell: she misses the countryside. The birdsong in the morning, the crickets singing a requiem to the day, the stars twinkling a cantata through night.

And the Hunters graves. And the spirits they all could feel. And Mi-yeong's resting place meters from the door.

She had wanted to live out her days there, Rumi knows. Not here in Seoul, with nurses and aides and cheeks burning red because no matter how much her physical therapist says "she's doing so well" the praise rings hollow.

What is being able to mince five steps to someone who once flew across fields with souls singing beneath her step?

She's not happy. Rumi knows this too, no matter the brave face Celine tries to put on for them.

She hates the pills; she hates the calendar filled with appointments; she hates the patronizing, pitying way the aides look at her; she hates the pain and the limitations its shackled to her wrists.

Rumi hates it all as well.

And she hates the Honmoon.

Celine told her to not; "It's a good Honmoon," she'd say, a wince in her words (the pain is bad today). "Strong. Better than the old. It will take good care of you and your future Hunters."

Celine won't hate it; Rumi's not sure why.

(Celine can't hate it; it was woven from the souls of her girls, and how could she hate that?)

But Rumi's not Celine.

She can hold enough hate for the both of them.

So when she draws her sword and feels a prickling like nettles against her skin, she only sneers.

The Honmoon's mad at her?

Fine.

See if she cares.

[habken]

the girls 💕

[luthorao3]

i kinda love how big of a deal it is that rumi allows mira into her bedroom. the way mira knocks first and waits for rumi to answer. the way mira tries to play it off but ends up sounding like nothing means more to her in the world than being granted entry to rumi’s threshold. this is a hard boundary and both she and zoey are well familiar with it. i’ve thought a lot about how difficult it must have been to live with two people that you can’t ever let see you with even an inch of bare arm, how you’d have to check your appearance thoroughly before leaving your private space, how your private space can turn into something of a prison when it’s the only space that you’re allowed to actually relax in—and even then, never completely; the lock i imagine is on the bathroom door, the way your heart would leap (and not in a good way) every time there came a knock at your door. and like they say about old habits. at what point would rumi’s fight or flight response to having somebody coming into her private space when she’s actually got nothing more to hide subside, and let her just enjoy the moment with them?

[yamino]

KPOP Demon Hunter Spoilers!!

[glamrockmike]

are you five nights at fucking kidding me