An idiot on the internet

[djinnjin]

It’s Mother’s Day in France! And someone just received a beautiful gift from her daughter

A Happy Parents Day to all the guardians out there giving their all for their little ones 💖

[tigerwolfdemon21]

Dunno if this question was asked, but here goes:

How would Polytrix fare with ARK Survival Evolved/Ascended?

Zoey is good at the game. She loves survival games. She has dinos named after her girlfriends.

Rumi sucks ass at first and kinda stops playing but once she finds out about the base mechanics, it's over with. She's got things alphabetized.

Mira is good at the game and does a lot of the fighting, however she did scream when she saw the giant spiders.

[hiryama]

Here is a sticker I made. I spent so long on it and my hands hurt, but it was worth it !

[hiryama]

I spend so long doing this one, and maybe twice as long to finally post it

It's actually an older art that I kind of forgot to post, but now it's here so I hope you like it :3

Regarding the character, she doesn't have a name or a backstory yet, but hey, she exists :)

[hiryama]

I wanted to try and do colors with warercolor a bit more. So I did my favorite animal ^^ I quite like how it turned out

[clar-a-m]

Werewolf Rumi vs Mira's cats, inspired by @kayr0ss's fic Wolfish Behavior

*Not actual scenes from the fic

Part 1: First time spending the night at Mira's

And part 2: Yet another morning with the cats

[hiryama]

Love Rumi for bringing flowers to ask a favor of a neighbor that she has met like, twice. What a woman <3

Anyway, go read @kayr0ss fic, it's really well written !

wolfish behavior - kayr0ss - KPop Demon Hunters (2025) [Archive of Our Own]

also chapter 4 is out

[hiryama]

I have the headcanon that the general public see Rumi's demon marks like fainted scars while hunters can see their full colors

hence why I did two version because I couldn't pick only one xs

[noodlejaq]

The alternative (aka angst version) of Shifter AU where Mi-yeong is the human Hunter and Rumi is a half demon.

Celine is a Bearded vulture Shifter (I just think it's neat and different *shrugs*) and is the last member of sls.

...

Post movie and reconciliation, it's imperative for Celine to see the girls, especially Rumi. So, she gave them a heads up and saying it's very important they talk face to face. She can feel her Shifter side getting more restless. For years, she had suppressed the want to fly away in grief over the loss of her human (Mi-yeong) and Shifter (Poppy).

But she can't. She made a promise. She had to stay for Rumi. Then for Mira and Zoey. Despite the longing she feels when she looks up the clear, blue sky. Plucking her feathers when she sees it growing to make sure she stays on the ground.

(Dont think about her gathering her plucked feathers and burning them in a fire in secret. Dont think about her talons growing and she clips them off. Dont think about her clawing herself so the pain can ground her. Don't think Celine using the collar again, despite her not teaching nor telling them that the Hunters before them used the collar to suppress a Shifter's instinct.)

Feeling the emptiness and the grieve from both her human and animal side for her partners.

Now, with the new Honmoon with the girls on stable ground and accepting towards each other. Maybe, maybe she can fly again.

...

Celine stumbles out of the elevator of the Tower and gets to the door. Rumi opens it, only for her face to turn pale as she sees the state Celine is in. Rumi yells for Mira and Zoey to help her. The girls guide Celine to their couch. Asking what is happening to her.

They stare at her as Celine's hands twitches and feathers grow on her neck. So imagine their horror when she plucks them off without a single thought. Rumi shrieking and demands why she did that.

Celine who is trying to control her Shifter side saying that it's a way for her to stay on the ground. If she Shifts now, she'll fly away and they cant stop her. Not even Rumi.

She tells them everything. That one day, maybe weeks or months after, they won't be hearing from her. The reason, she has flew away to disappear and grieve in solitude. Her instinct finally taking over after all these years of suppressing it. To be free. Celine who always contingency plans. Who doesnt want to leave the girls, her daughter, without saying anything. Celine who holds Rumi's hands and look into her eyes (Rumi seeing Celine's eyes flickering to her Vulture.), asking Rumi to fly free. That she's no longer beholden to her, her wings no longer clipped. Even saying the same proclamation to Mira and Zoey. To fly free.

[zzzzz-cff]

Tossing around the idea of Celine being half-gumiho (aka. Korean nine-tailed fox) => a fox demon.

These foxes are typically seen as cunning, malevolent, and deceptive creatures that can shapeshift into beautiful women in order to consume human lives. But they're also portrayed to be extremely misunderstood. Feels fitting for her.

Thinking about a situation where Celine's mentor discovered her and her true nature at an extremely young age but since Korean perceptions of fox spirits are also incredibly skewed, the mentor thinks Celine is the worst kind of demon.

There are stories online where some gumiho can become true humans if they abstain from harming/consuming humans for a specified period of time. And I think it would be fun terrible if the mentor forced Celine into isolation and supernatural starvation to make her become human.

You don't have to worry about accidentally exposing your faults and fears if we remove them and you're lucky that we can. Don't you agree?

Then Celine becomes human and will be for far longer than she can remember.

She learns that demons should be gone like all hunters do. Faults and fears must never be seen (because something bad will happen. Just a gut feeling).

When she meets Rumi, she doesn't kill her (something in her heart tells her that maybe there could be a chance that this baby is different; there had also been a promise). Surely, even a half-demon baby, the first of its kind, could be nice and sweet and deserving of life because she came from Miyeong.

Celine still believes that the half-demon should hide her patterns (because of everything that she learned as a hunter) but one thing that she prioritizes above all else is that Rumi, Mira, and Zoey will never starve. She knows it's important and the girls need the strength and energy to grow and do well. (But Celine has always felt compelled to starve herself. Just herself. It felt right for some reason she couldn't explain).

The tragedy here is that nothing changes. There's no AU. No divergence or ripple effects. The events in the movie happen as is because she is the same human Hunter. She still spares Rumi. She still tells her to hide. She still makes sure the girls eat. Rumi still kneels. No memories to be remembered and no experiences lamented.

Something inside of Celine is irrevocably lost but it changes nothing.

Gone too early for her to know what she had. The person that was portrayed is still the same one.

// If she ever does remember though, Celine will think that her mentor was wrong but in a different way. Surely, it wasn't Celine's half-demon lineage that was the problem that had to be removed. The problem was her (thinking about a daughter who kneeled and asked for the end).

She didn't need to be a fox to be a demon.

[fakelawyerbug]

Oooh bringing out the hammer for this one.

What if Celine was kept isolated in a little storage room in the cellar while she was being starved to kill her demon side? Off to the side, easy to miss if someone wasn't looking for the room. More of a bomb shelter than a room to begin with.

And even to this day, Celine hasn't gone back inside the room. Doesn't like going into the cellar at all. It's a reaction she can't really explain; just a weird phobia maybe.

But maybe for some reason the cellar needs to be cleared out, the girls are helping and they find the room?

[secondtolastrow]

Celine does not remember the time before she came to the hanok well. She was very young, only eleven; it makes sense.

She remembers her mother—tall and long-faced and beautiful, lips that would curve up in small smiles, hands that would grip tight enough for her nails (claws?) to break skin, the way she always, without fail, served liver at the dinner table—but not her father, nor much of where they lived.

She remembers playing in the mud being a normal thing when she was small, so it must’ve been by water of some kind.

Miyeong used to ask her about home, about where she came from, and Celine was always left to shrug and say that she was a Hunter, and she had lived here on Jeju for long enough. This was the heritage she had.

(She suggested asking Hana once. Something inside Celine had revolted at the suggestion, irrational and animal and terrified, and she’d yelped out a “No!” before she knew what she was saying.)

Celine does not know how to cook liver.

When Rumi was an infant, she’d—they were so scared, her and Chaewon. What would this mean? What would she become? Miyeong clearly hadn’t known.

When they’d first started realizing they were going to have to transition from formula to baby food, Chaewon had gone digging through all the old books, searching for things demons ate besides souls. Human hearts and livers, she said, were the most normal answers.

Celine had promptly run to throw up. She hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. They both blamed it on that. It had to be that. What else would it be than that?

(Chaewon, still holding Rumi oh-so-carefully, had forced her to sit down and nibble her way through crackers until her stomach settled. After she died, there was no one left to keep Celine from starving herself.)

(Rumi never develops any stranger appetites than her willingness to eat kimbap rolls whole, thankfully.)

Celine has nightmares, sometimes. Often, really.

She has nightmares of Rumi with her lips curved up in a small smile, covered in mud as she looks up at Celine and tells her to Do it.

(Eventually, the words change: her daughter kneels in the mud and says, Do what you should’ve done a long time ago.)

Nightmares of Miyeong, screaming her last battle cry. Nightmares of her hands covered in Chaewon’s lifeblood. Nightmares where both of them just—walk away from her. Always just them leaving, just her alone in the great echoing dark.

That—that has haunted her the longest. Alone, and afraid, and unable to move. Everything empty and yet claustrophobic. She is in the dark and she cannot move.

Sometimes, in the dream, she knows someone is there. But they will not come to her. They will not comfort her or let her out or feed her—

Celine has always, as long as she could remember, had that nightmare. She supposes it’s why she doesn’t like going in the cellar, either—something about that specific dark enclosure, the way the sound echoes in it.

But needs must, and when the storms leak into the cellar, down she goes. They can’t allow mold to form.

[zzzzz-cff]

pfft @fakelawyerbug and @secondtolastrow I know I said I'm tossing Celine around in my head but I'm ecstatic that she's been tossed into another extended blender

I'm digging the idea of her having been caged in a bomb shelter. A place that's usually supposed to protect the people inside from bombs, but then the mentor uses it to "contain a bomb."

~

Celine wonders if she's shaking. There was a chill coming up from the basement, but something inside of her felt like this place was wrong. So wrong. And so dark.

She wants to grab more flashlights before they go in, but the girls were eager to explore the part of the house that had always been locked before so she decides to let them go on while she searches for more lights.

The girls slowly head on down the stairs, shining their lights on everything as they descend. Old furnitures lay sideways and boxes are piled up to the ceiling. Dust lines the floors and walls like snow.

They explore the basement with quiet wonder, until a rat darts out from somewhere and Zoey yelps as she flinches back and crashes into the boxes behind her. Mira shoots her arm out to bring Zoey back to her before the boxes fall where the rapper had just stood.

The girls hack and cough their lungs out as a storm of dust erupts, blinded as they try to wave it all away.

By the time the dust settles, they're covered in ashy filfth of some sort. Rumi is the first to recover and notices that behind the boxes that had fallen, there's a very rusted old door. She calls out to the other two as she clears the rest of the boxes out of the way so they can get to it.

Mira decides that she'll go first though just in case. She yanks the doorknob as hard as she can, expecting some resistance. Except the knob falls out as soon as the dancer pulls and she tumbles backwards with a squawk.

The singer and rapper burst out laughing at her very heroic act of chivalry as they go to help her back up, but as the door swings wide open, their laughs die down quickly.

The room was sparse, but the sight was no less chilling.

It looks like a bomb shelter, but as they walk in further, they notice that there are... shackles. And blood. And claw marks concentrated on the wall around the height of an animal. Or a child... Maybe even a demon child.

Zoey and Mira's hearts drop as they start to imagine something horrifying as they whip their heads over to Rumi.

Zoey takes in a shuddering breath before asking, "Rumi, I feel like I have to ask... Has Celine ever locked you up before?" Rumi recoils and she sputters, "No! What? No, she's never done anything like that. At least, I don't think so. Why would you even ask me that?" "Why?" Mira grits out through her teeth. "She's made you hide before, hasn't she? And an 'I don't think so' isn't exactly reassuring." "My patterns! She's made me hide my patterns. Not me. She would never do that." Zoey interjects before they can get more heated. "Okay! We know that Rumi but..." she gestures to the claw marks on the wall, "this doesn't exactly look very promising." Mira runs a hand through her hair as she tries to calm down. "Yeah, sorry Rumi. I do know that she would never do something like that, but this is terrifying. It's obvious someone was here. Regardless, this is something we definitely have to talk to her about." Rumi can only sigh as she looks around the room before she hears something crash behind them. All three girls immediately turn around into their battle stance, ready to fight. But as they shine their lights on whatever it was, they see Celine, collapsed onto her knees, looking like she had been drained of blood. Her eyes are unseeing. "Celine?" Rumi calls out. But their mentor doesn't answer. Doesn't move. Zoey tries to call her name this time. No answer. No shifts. But they soon begin to realize that Celine isn't looking at them at all. She's looking at the bloody shackles, chained to the wall. Mira starts to move forward to see if Celine is okay, but the former Hunter flinches hard when she sees a figure towering over her. They watch as Celine scrambles backwards before she slips and goes fetal, muttering something under her breath that they cannot hear. Until they can and they wish they hadn't. Please don't put me back there. I'll be good. I'm good. I swear I'm good. I would never eat anyone. I'm good. Please. Please. Pleasepleaseplease...

A horrifying truth dawns on them then.

No, it hadn't been Rumi that had been shackled up in chains.

It had been Celine.

//also go read @thesevenstarfoxes’s addition!

[frozenwolftemplar]

Oh, hey, a new blender; wonder what this switch- *brrrrrrrrrr*

It is a sledgehammer, that room. The sight of it- the shackles, the scratches, the blood- smashes into her with all the unrepentant might of something meant only for destruction.

She shatters. In the face of a sledgehammer that is all one can do. Fallen to her knees with the force of the blow she feels her mind bursting into a hailstorm of biting glass shards.

It was cold, so cold; and hard, like the worst parts of winter. She had begged in the early days for a blanket or pillow, something to soften the stone; it wasn’t long before she learned to not ask.

It was dark. She hadn’t feared the dark before, but she learned to. She…she remembered sobbing, silently lest she hear, she missed the sun so much.

And the shackles…how long had she fought them? How long had she tried to wrest herself free? How hard at she pulled at the chains to try and hide when she darkened the door, because she’d heard claws on stone and that could not stand? How much had she bled before she broke?

(there are matching scars on her wrists that scream under the hammer’s blow)

She had mourned at the cold; she had trembled at the shackles; she had sobbed at the dark; but fear was the domain of the Hunger.

It was its own presence in her cell; a gnawing, gnashing beast that tore at her until she genuinely feared it would devour her from the inside out. It made her scream some days, arms wrapped tight around her middle as it ripped at her; others she just lay there on the stone floor, shivering, too sapped of energy to fight against the pangs stabbing with an army’s worth of swords at her insides.

“This is the only way. Do you want to be-“

“No!”

“Then you’ll starve it out of you.”

She obeyed, because she feared the hunger above all; the hunger was what made her-

“Wicked.”

“Evil.”

“Disgusting.”

“Hellspawn.”

“Dem-“

Her captor loomed over her.

“Celine?”

The bed of glass shards was waiting for her as she collapsed back into it, and a voice from the cell issued from her tongue.

“Please, don’t put me back there.

I swear I’m good.

I won’t eat anyone.

Please please please please….”

But a part of her still quailed even as she begged.

The answer was always the same.

***

“I don’t get it.” Arms folded, Mira glowered out the widow of the hanok at the garden beyond, a peaceful butterfly-strewn contrast to the storm raging within. “What was she going on about? Why would someone lock up Celine? And why would she ‘eat’ anyone?”

“Maybe she’s hallucinating?” Zoey was wearing a hole in the floor, hands twisting and twining around each other so her fingers almost literally tied themselves in a knot. “Or maybe we heard wrong? She was shivering pretty hard; maybe she meant to say ‘beat?’”

They both knew that was grasping at straws.

Fingers drummed against Mira’s bicep as she thought, replaying what transpired after Celine found them in the little room in the cellar. It had taken them nearly a solid hour to bring her out of the spiral she’d fallen into, and even then she hadn’t been herself at all, staring at the with a doe’s frightened eyes and flinching whenever they moved. When they’d finally gotten her up the stairs to the den she’d started breathing easier, until Mira had brought out some water and snacks (“Maybe she’s having some weird blood sugar drop I don’t know!”) .

She’d panicked. At crackers.

That was the only time she spoke, babbling wildly about how sorry she was, how she wasn’t hungry, how she was good, see? She’s not hungry so she’s good just don’t put her back-

Zoey was crying openly; Rumi looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown herself; Mira was at a loss.

Celine was basically her mom as well as Rumi’s, and…she was scared.

Eventually they got her to lie down in her bed, Rumi staunch at her side; hopefully she’d feel better when she woke up.

But…that still wouldn’t tell them what the hell happened?

“Why would she say she wouldn’t eat anyone?” Zoey muttered behind her, still pacing. “Do you think she was raised by cannibals?”

“Seriously?” Mira looked at Zoey in the reflection.

“Well what else could she be?” Zoey threw her hands up. “A demon?”

Mira stiffened, hand clenching on her bicep, Zoey's words striking her ears at the same moment a flash of red streaked across the hill behind the hanok and an idea flared.

She tried to douse it. Because it...it was impossible.

This was Celine.

But standing there, watching the fox disappear into the trees, she felt the truth of it settling around her like ash.

"She is."

"What?" Zoey came up behind her, brow furrowed.

"Celine's a gumiho. Or-" She swallowed as Zoey gasped, suddenly feeling sick. "She was."

[fakelawyerbug]

(Assuming her mom was also a fox demon)

Do you think Celine remembers curling up with her mother? Does she mourn the warmth in that room?

Did her mother escape the hunters? Did her mother die because she lingered too long around the hanok, trying to find her daughter? Or did her mother move on, assuming her child was lost?

Does she ever linger, watching the foxes around the hanok, wondering why it feels like she's waiting for a specific one?

[secondtolastrow]

No but Celine is always watching the foxes, so Miyeong gets her a little ceramic statue of one for her birthday. Non of them know what to make of how Celine gets all pale and her eyes immediately look for their mentor and their mentor immediately picks up the little box, seeming almost to avoid touching the fox itself, and takes it out of the room. Celine included

And Celine can never sleep right in the cold, so her room is filled with blankets and quilts gifted to her by Third, who doesn’t ever stop trying to find something that will actually help. Eventually, with a mumble about the sense of absence and how much worse it gets, well—cuddle pile on Celine works. (In combination with that one that’s practically a pelt)

And Celine who always seems to be forgetting to eat, to need to work out, running through forms with Honmoon blades, until she feels clean again, so Rumi takes to mimicking the way that Celine gets her to eat foods she’s wary of, asking her if she doesn’t need to have strong bones too or if she’s going to drink her milk?

[noodlejaq]

In the hypothetical scenario where Celine is one of the shifter, what animal would she be? (You had drawn her as a hyena before, Would that be her animal? or you have another animal in mind?)

Ok, so, I'm really tempted of making her a bird of prey shifter. Probably a golden eagle. Majestic, regal, stoic. But is a disaster when they're in a situation they didn't anticipate.

Not me imagining her using her massive wings to provide shade for her girls. Or she trusts the girls to preen her feathers. Let's say with this hypothetical AU, I want to say Miyeong is the human Hunter. Rumi being the human Hunter with Mira and Zoey as the shifters.

[hiryama]

Rumi is going to shake the honmoon with this one :3

[chrysa3tos]

thinking about them

[clar-a-m]

TAKEDOWN choreography by nain._.jo

Original post on Instagram and Youtube

[clar-a-m]

the

[jtl07]

okay see, so when i saw this, i immediately thought of Dreamcatcher's Scream (here's the studio version):

shitty gif quality is shitty but you get the point - though, i don't really have a fully thought out point lol, the best I have is: even if it's not a conscious callback to Scream, it's still hella interesting because Scream references a witch hunt in both content and choreography, so somethingsomething publicly, performatively condemning and killing demons while hurting Rumi, who is one

(aside: also notable that Gahyun, just before this section, has a bit with masks, which, according to their choreographer Sooyeon, was about hiding and showing different parts of one's self. so to parallel Gahyun over Rumi, somethingsomething Rumi hiding different sides of herself for her own survival...? idk these are just half-thoughts lol)

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you love archive of our own and how they firmly refuse to let censorship have any place on their platform

[hiryama]

I am so happy of how I managed to do the flannel shirt, I really like its effects. I was so stress when I did it

Love how everything look overhaul :3

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION