Writers/Artists, I'd like to see you get more creative with Rumi's long ass dragon braid. Be it in action scenes or sexual, etc. it can be used as an advantage or a disadvantage for Rumi.
Enemies uses it against her mid fight/spar. Twist, pull, tie.
Rumi uses it against her enemies as a whip, trip, choke.
Choke, yank, tie in sexual scenarios.
Loved ones can playfully pull Rumi in closer by it.
Rumi spins around too fast and the braid smacks a bystander.
Rumi/others accidentally steps, kneels, sits on the braid.
Rumi uses her braid like rope to help a fallen person back up.
Hooded Rumi absolutely looks silly. Film flattens the shape down.
These are some of the ideas that comes to mind. Honestly, it is in big thanks to WWE's Bianca Belair for showing all the creative ways it can be used for and against her. Her using it as a weapon definitely can leave its mark on you. Also the sound of it meeting skin!
I hope this helps inspire some fresh ideas for your Rumi scenes. Have fun with it! ✌️
still thinking about ami thompson's concept art mira and the kpdh digital artbook website but also i NEED more art of mira with her roots showing please and thank you
pre-movie huntr/x running into a demon pretending to be Rumi is always such a good concept for the angst of it all and I couldn't stop thinking about it so:
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They're only a week into their world tour, and Rumi's patterns had just started curling past her elbows less than a month ago. She's cursing at herself as she hobbles down an alleyway back to Mira and Zoey, she'd gotten separated during their hunt and then taken a wrong turn on the way back only to run into more demons. She didn't know these back streets as well and it was showing.
At least she's not bleeding, just a bruised knee. She still has her sword out, too. She'd put it away the last time she thought the fight was over and that had been a mistake. She'll put it away as soon as she gets eyes on her girls.
The Honmoon thrums as Rumi gets closer, and she can start to hear Mira and Zoey's voices ahead, just around the corner.
"I just want to love Busan," Zoey complains. "Why do demons keep trying to make me hate it?"
A sentiment Rumi can agree with.
Mira snorts, "Ugh, for real. I don't know how I'm gonna get through all our choreo on stage tomorrow. My back is killing me."
Because you're eight feel tall, Rumi thinks. Would've said it out loud if she were closer.
There's a beat of silence, then.
"Why are you acting so weird, Rumi?"
Rumi's head jerks at Mira's voice, confused, because she's still around the corner, still not visible. She jogs the last few steps and rounds the corner to find Mira and Zoey standing with... her. Not her but something wearing her face, something staring straight back at her.
Mira and Zoey lock eyes with Rumi immediately, gaze dropping to the sword in her hand. Mira turns to the imposter next to her and grabs its wrist, yanking up its sleeve without preamble, revealing an array of grayish purple patterns. Zoey's shinkal are in its throat before it can even start pleading.
Rumi grips the hilt of her sword tighter, swallows thick. The patterns on her elbows burn.
"Good thing I had my sword out," Rumi says softly.
(If she'd walked around the corner without it, would Mira have still checked the Rumi next to her first? What if Rumi had found them first and the demon had turned the corner? She'd be dead before Mira and Zoey could even realize their mistake. Maybe they wouldn't realize, maybe she'd just disperse into smoke, too, and leave her girls thinking that the real Rumi was still out their somewhere.)
"Eh, we would've figured it out regardless. No demon can hide their patterns," Mira says, as if it's obvious.
"They can try," Zoey says proudly, flourishing her shinkal. "But they can't hide from us."
Under her sleeves, Rumi's patterns sear, like lava, like a brand, and push just a little further down her arms. In her mind she can see that final moment, her own face being worn by the demon, that spark of fear just as Zoey's shinkals had buried in its throat. That moment where its golden gaze had met Rumi's just as it disintegrated into ash and ember.
"And we don't hesitate," Mira says with a smirk.
"I got ice in my veins, baby," Zoey preens, twirling the last of her shinkal back into the Honmoon.
"You literally spent an hour yesterday crying over a ten second video of a sugar glider caught in the rain."
"I contain multitudes!"
Rumi disperses her sword, lets out a breath, ignores that she's one wardrobe malfunction away from death, from discovery, and jogs up to join Mira and Zoey as they walk back to the hotel. She takes her spot in between them and throws her arms over their shoulders, ignoring how the press of her sleeves to her own skin makes everything itch and ache like a bruise.
Faults and fears coil around her and threaten to pull her under, but she has no time to wallow, can't allow it to be seen. So she throws her feelings out like they're yesterday's trash, plasters that practiced grin onto her face, and allows the warmth of her girls to seep into her.
It took me so long to finally make a drawing for huntrix 😭 I haven't been able to draw for myself for a while, but I'm glad this could be one of them 🩷
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