보여줄게 다 'cause I'ma fighter

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠɪʟ ʙʏ Hᴏɴᴍᴏᴏɴ (Lɪɢʜᴛ) Wɪɴɴɪɴɢ ғᴀɴs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ.

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#QUEENRUMI   —  An independent and selective portrayal of RYU RUMI from Sony's Kpop Demon Hunters. All lore and worldbuilding is heavily headcanon based. Crossover and Original Character friendly. Please only follow if you are interested in roleplaying. Blog is Rated 21+ for heavy themes. Minors DNI.

Managed by Apollonia. she/her. 91' Liner. Latinx teacher living in the EST zone. Activity Sporadic due to school being in session.

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[queenrumi]

I’m a great teacher. 😌

[queenrumi]

Where has Poli been? Poli has been teaching first grade during the summer. I’m finding my routine but I’m always on discord if needed.

I needed manipulative this morning for their math lessons so BTS toys and SKZ lomos it is.

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It's queenrumi's one year anniversary!

Okkaaaay. I think this will reach maybe 5 people total but even then I have the need to say something about this blog. Sooo here we go.

I want to start off by thanking YOU, my lovely wonderful follower who saw this account and was interested in having me on your dash. Whether we have roleplayed or not, I really appreciate you giving me the chance to add just a little purple patterned mischief in what I would assume you consider your safe space.

Although I'm not super active I've come to understand that Tumblr rp isn't the same as it was... idk 5- 6 years ago from when I was the MOST active. I came from a long ass hiatus, never expecting that I would jump back into a hobby that was as enjoyable as it was demanding. I won't lie and say every single moment here has been positive. It's still super super easy for me to get in my own head about my interpretation: wondering what I'm doing wrong. Wondering if I'm doing enough or doing TOO much. Wondering if my writing is too stiff. Hoping no one gets mad if I don't reply in a timely manner. OR if I'm too excited about a thread and I'm bothering them / stealing their attention from other partners.

It's natural to think these things in a creative space. So much of me is in Rumi. How I see the world. How I interact with it. My experiences all shape how a reply forms and how dynamics build and blossom. That's the nature of writing, painting, etc etc etc.

Man I could go on and on but I don't mean to say any of this in a negative light. What I'm trying to get at is that even though I've had these feelings I still really love every single interaction I've ever had. Even the ones that didn't pan out. Even the ones that fizzled and are awkward. It's been so fun to get back into this headspace where I get to discuss head canons, aus, what ifs. I get to interact with people I look up to and get to learn a little bit about them and how THEY think and how THEY interact with the world. I fucking adore sooo many of you and truly truly truly consider some true friends.

I wish I wasn't as sleepy as I am and I know that I'm rambling but sknfshfjbksf I just love you all so much. I wish I was a better partner, more motivated, more creative, more interesting. Just more more more because you deserve it. Even if I'm just a standby partner I still really appreciate the time anyone takes to interact with me and Rumi.

She truly means so much to me and I genuinely haven't been this excited about anything in a really long time. Again, thank you for giving me the space to grow and relearn and have fun with all of you. I don't want to make any promises I can't keep but my hope is that for as long as I'm around I continue to be someone people see in a positive light. Special thanks to @jimseung for holding my hand a year ago and bringing me back. I love you!

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[queenrumi]

"you're my type."

It wasn't as though Rumi was unfamiliar with being told she was someone's type. For nearly eight years with HUNTR/x — and even longer if she counted her early years as a teen idol — Rumi had stood on the kind of pedestal that many warned not to put their favorite people on. Fans adored her vocals, critics praised her dancing, and younger idols studied her every move, hoping to one day reach the same success she had. To many, Rumi wasn't just successful; she was the blueprint. Pop Royalty. Princess. Demon Queen. and Savior all at once.

The popularity contest only ever mattered to her in terms of how it would affect the Honmoon since the more love she (and the girls) received the stronger the Honmoon became. Now that the new Honmoon was practically soul-bound to her, the love of the fans had never been more important. but the love of her man was even greater.

"You're only saying that because we're dating," the dismissal would have carried more weight if her pulse hadn't immediately betrayed her. Heat crept into her cheeks, and she hid part of her face behind her arm in a futile attempt to preserve some dignity — too caught up in her own feelings to notice the slip of the tongue.

Too caught up in trying to hide her embarrassment to notice the look on @egosthrall's face.

Somewhere above them, the Honmoon shimmered in delight, its iridescent light rippling like pebbles hitting water, drawing strength from the giddy warmth blooming in her chest. It was strong — growing stronger and why? Well of course, Rumi was in love.

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“You’re my type” except he's leaning against a wall, slips and falls on his face. 😭

Rumi only just manages to stifle a laugh, pressing her hand to her mouth to subdue the more egregious sounds she may or may not have made. She doesn't mean to laugh, it was just... cute? Oddly... endearing in a very cringy second-hand embarrassment type of way.

The idol takes measured steps until she's just shy from stepping on his hand and crouches at the knees to semi meet him eye to eye. "I must be, considering you've already fallen for me."

Oof. That's pretty cringy too, but between the sound stage and the exit, the woman before @caseloaded still dressed in her stage get-up had yet to turn the performance off. Rumi — or rather RUMI — extends her hand and smiles. "I'm sorry but sweet as you are, Fans aren't allowed backstage. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

[queenrumi]

"I really want to kiss you."

"Oh yeah? How badly? So badly it hurts? So much you feel like you can't breath without one?" Was she being a little shit? Oh, absolutely but he ate the last of her shrimp chips and that doesn't fly in the HUNTR/x household. The fight had been going on for the last two hours with neither party seemingly willing to give in. "That's how it feels when you're looking forward to something all day only to find it gone."

That is of course, until she pulled out the outfit — Choo-choo bears, hoodie and some worn out kicks — the same one she wore the first time they spoke alone. Who knew @jimseung would be the sentimental type? "Admit you ate my chips and I'll let you do more than kiss. Come ooon, don't you hate these bottoms? Wouldn't you rather see me take them off?"

[queenrumi]

"I really want to kiss you."

"You want to kiss me?" she echoes, laughter already threading through her words. The hand lost into the blue pelt of the guardian spirit pauses, earning a deep grumble from the creature to her left.

"Ah ya ya, okay okay. Sorry —" her hand rubs at its side, another small laugh bubbling in her mouth. She continues, "you're not jealous of Horangi-nim are you?"

Because if @jimseung was, she would never let him live it down. It was too cute to pass up on teasing. Too sweet not to bring attention to it. She leans forward once more, pressing another kiss to the spirit's fuzzy little head.

"Oh wait, You said YOU wanted a kiss. Right right." She feigns ignorance, nodding as sagely as the 400 billion years he had over her. Grinning even as she leans over, Rumi begins the peppering of kisses across his cheeks and jaw, and nose until finally one lands on his lips. She lingers for a breath, smiling wide against his mouth as she speaks. "How's that? Is it everything you've been craving?"

[candycandymemes]

Send “You’re my type” for my muse’s reaction.  

[queenrumi]

Rumi doesn’t drive. Rumi doesn’t need to know how to drive. Rumi literally surfs the Honmoon or rides on Derpy if she needs to get anywhere that’s hunter related. Rumi gets driven wherever she needs to go if it’s idol related.

Rumi is not just K-pop royalty she’s a certified passenger princess.

Rumi will help you navigate. Rumi will feed you snacks. Rumi will play car dj and answer your urgent text messages for you.

Rumi will get a little too handsy in the car and force your muse to park just to deal with her. 😌

[queenrumi]

We doing fashion posts are we???? 👀👀👀

[queenrumi]

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We doing fashion posts are we???? 👀👀👀

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[thuganomxcs]

Tinker, Tinker..and a little bit of screwing here and there as Yusuke remained in the hood of his food truck. Serves him right for buying something on the cheap side..but still this baby’s been there for him for so many good years now. And this time around he’s got Rumy at his side who surprisingly isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty either when it came down to helping him fix it.

“Oh come on..what kinda guy would I be if I had the girl I’m datin’ just buy him a food truck..besides-.” Yusuke pauses to tighten just one thing before pulling himself out of the hood and gently closing it. “This right here is the apex in showin’ off. Not only is the guy yer seein’ a nice arm piece, but he’s a cook, builds DIYs and last but not least: A mechanic.” 

Yusuke said as he instructed her to stand back so he could show her just how well he fixed the truck. He’d get in the vehicle and starts it, the truck roars to life long enough for Yusuke to wink at her. “Ey? See?” But the victory is short-lived as there are sounds he’s never heard before coming from the engine, and then slowly the entire vehicle dies on him. “Okay…so yer sayin’ I get t’ atleast pick out the brand right?” He gives up.

[queenrumi]

"And so humble too," comes her easy tease as she wiped her hands off on a rag.

Having been in the industry for as long as she had been (her whole life), Rumi never really gave a thought to the lives of the people she'd sworn to protect. The jobs they held, the work they did, the people they loved — all of it was inconsequential in her book. She would never meet them outside of a meet and greet. She would never share a meal with them or ask them about their day. However they lived, whatever skill sets they may or may not possess? Who cares? Not Rumi.

But maybe she could learn?

Backside pressed to the side of the truck, Rumi watches with warm amusement as Yusuke climbs to the driver seat and cranks the engine on. A life giveth and a life taketh away. The comedic timing isn't lost on the hunter one bit.

With a kick she pushes off the truck, and stands at his rolled down window, looking just as apologetic as she does amused. "Mhmmmm... it's the least I can do since you've been housing me and all that."

[gokdont]

@queenrumi confessed "I really want to kiss you."

Seoul at night is always a sight to behold. Mira doesn't find herself in a position to admire it often. Up here, though, it's quiet... quieter than Mira can find anywhere else. Though, that could be contributed more to the woman sitting next to her. Rumi had that effect on her. Just... silencing the noise in her head.

They've talked for hours about everything and anything. Alone, Mira feels raw, exposed—willingly. Rumi has her. There's no doubt about it. Their hands, just barely touching, feel like a thousand volts at once.

Rumi's voice breaks the silence. "I really want to kiss you."

Mira turns, eyes widening a smidge. Rumi, against the backdrop, is a thousand times better to look at.

"I want you to," Mira confesses in a whisper. Now, her hand fully slips into Rumi's and squeezes. The next words are steady and level. It barely conceals the anticipation, the rapid fire beat of her heart. "Kiss me, Rumi." Mira's lips shyly curve upwards. "Please."

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Maybe it was the view. Maybe it was a lapse in judgement. Maybe it was the way Mira's eyes caught the lights that illuminated Seoul like they were made made of starlight.

Mira was breathtaking. She always had been, even during the more tumultuous years of their friendship, but Rumi had only just started to admit to herself just how much her beauty affected her. It wasn't like she had been in any place to act on the feelings anyway what with the whole half-demon secret thing.

Funny how things turn out. Funny how easily her hand fits in hers when neither of them had particularly petite hands to begin with.

"I want to kiss you" The confession comes out without any sort of prompt, surprising even Rumi with how nonchalant it comes out. There's nothing nonchalant about this. It's full of challants. absolutely brimming with them.

Maybe it was the view. Maybe it was her newfound freedom.

She smiles, just as shyly as the other's when Mira practically begs her to act upon her desire. Should she? Could she? She leans in because she knows at least that much. You leans in. You press your lips against the other persons and then —?

Her mind goes blank. And then what? And then what happens? Quick, Rumi. Think!

Rumi's free hand cups Mira's cheek, breathing in the scent of her perfume and shampoo with a little noise in the back of her throat. She's pecking at her lips smiling though she has no idea what she's doing. Smiling because... even though this was probably the most anticlimactic way they could share a first kiss it was still happening.

They were still kissing. Kinda?

"This is terrible," Rumi manages to laugh against the other's mouth, face flushed from embarrassment and giddiness. "Halfway through I realized I have no idea what the hell I'm doing."

Forehead to shoulder, Rumi tries to hide the blush and laughs again. "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I can try again. Just give me a moment. Second time's the charm or whatever."

[queenrumi]

wanting to kiss her. doing it while he can. please. the kumiho was nothing if not greedy, if not confident, thinking nothing of leaning across to cup her cheek and guide her lips to his, stealing a kiss there from his beloved nabi, his mouth lingering on hers, free hand running down her back to encourage her to stay, before he parted with a soft lick to her lips and a satisfied flicker of gold in his eyes.

let the silly little humans fuss. she was his to swallow down as he pleased (and he would savor every last taste of her).

Rumi's eyes have been glued to her screen for... gods she wasn't really sure — long enough at least for the pair to sting whenever she blinked. Distracted as she was, she wasn't so out of sorts that she didn't notice when he came sauntering about like he usually did.

Facilitated by his hand, her chin tilts in his direction, eyes still focused on the screen until she feels the shadows of his features descend, then (and only then) do they close, and she returns the kiss instinctually and with very little effort.

"Ooookaay," she breathes a laugh, head tilting to the side as she settles her hands on either of @foxidol's shoulders — phone and work forgotten. "You have my attention, what's up?"