#rumimirazoey

[plagues-and-poisons]

actually smth that’s been haunting me is once rumi’s patterns scar, you know what they look like?

SELF HARM. to all the fans it looked like mira and zoey were exposing her history of horrible mental health, likely related to how terribly the kpop industry treats its stars,,,,

and like, what if they HAD sealed the honmoon and that happened before the truth came out? wouldn’t they think it was their fault? that they hadn’t been there, hadn’t been good enough for rumi to lean on.

[pastel-peach-writes]

The Return To Normalcy: A Polytrix Sleepover (Friday Night Hangouts) | KPDH

╰┈➤ PLOT: It's been a year since the Saja Boys fiasco and six months since Huntrix became an established romantic relationship. Still figuring out their roles in their relationship, one thing is clear: Friday Night Hangouts on the couch (or sleepovers as Zoey likes to call them) are always jam-packed with food, a bit of fun, and some expression of welcomed vulnerability.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, 4000+ Words, Fluff, Romantic Tension

Enjoy! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

(A/N): it's been a hot minute since i posted anything and i made this for my friend so i thought i'd post it here too! no xreader because i'm obssessed with Polytrix as a whole so, sorry not sorry. hope you enjoy!

A dastardly removal of gas escaped from the deep caverns of Zoey’s stomach, the sound of her own laughter flooding the space right after.

“Zoey,” Mira and Rumi groaned in unison, although Rumi looked more disgusted than Mira. Mira hid her disgust better. “That’s disgusting.”

The three of them sat around in their living room, the usually clean and colorful space dirtied with their blankets fetched over furniture, pieces of food and trash lying on the coffee table, and all the stuffed animals from their respective rooms taking their respective places on the floor.

Tonight was what Zoey called a special night, a sleepover, when in reality, it was just another normal Huntr/x Friday night when the three of them stuffed their faces till they were so full that even imagining the walk to their rooms felt like too much work.

Sat in her pjs and on the couch, Zoey continued to laugh as the liquid in the bright pink can in her hand fizzled and settled. “What were you expecting me to do?” she asked her older members. “Take a swig of this soda and not—“ The violent sound of Mira ripping one herself interrupted the start of Zoey’s lame excuse.

Rumi gasped from beside the taller girl, sat crisscross on the floor herself but not surprised.

A sly smirk played at the corner of Mira’s mouth. She shrugged, indifferent to her noise and Zoey’s previous comment. “ If you’re going to do it, at least do it right. Your burp was lame.”

“It was not!”

“Okay!” Rumi laughed, holding out her hands as if the option would stop them. “We are not about to have a burping contest right now. The penthouse already smells different with all the foods and scents we've got going on.” She gestured to the coffee table and then the counter in the kitchen.

Both surfaces were covered with various instant ramen noodle bowls, plastic wrappers from convenience store goods—both savory and sweet—, many empty bowls of microwaveable rice, and, special for the coffee table, two large, halfway-eaten bowls of popcorn.

As for the kitchen counter, four candles of various note scents were lit or were under the candle warmers thanks to Mira’s comment of the place smelling like popcorn kernels, gochujang cupcakes, and burnt spaghetti sauce, thanks to Rumi exploding a package of instant spaghetti from the states.

Zoey said to remove the lid and add a paper towel on top but what she didn’t provide was the time appropriate to use when using her method.

The red sauce exploded everywhere.

“Again, not my fault!” Zoey claimed.

Mira snickered, grabbing a tiny cookie from the opened plastic container Rumi and Zoey just had to get because tinier food is cuter.

… it is but she won’t tell them that.

“It’s partly your fault. If you’re going to give us your tried and true methods on foods you used to eat in your childhood, you shouldn’t leave anything out. Especially when the queen of overheating is cooking it.” Mira gave a pointed half-glare to Rumi. Her narrowed eyes of judgment held just as much warmth as her teasing lips.

Rumi scoffed, the soft glow of her patterns underneath her hoodie glowing brighter. She also reached for a tiny cookie, the satisfying crunch of the pastry settling her rising embarrassment. “It’s not my fault either. The instructions were on the lid Zoey told me to throw away. This was my first time cooking that— how was I supposed to know where the instructions were and what not to do and what not to listen to in regards to Zoey’s advice?”

“Because you’re supposed to read the instructions beforehand, Rumi!” laughed Mira. Rumi only shook her head beside her with her cheeks puffed up and her lips pressed into a tight, thin line. “That’s what you’re supposed to do any time you cook something new. Read the instructions, keep the instructions. Refer to them as you’re cooking the food, refer to them as the food is cooling; that’s common knowledge.”

“Actually,” chimed Zoey from the couch, who was sprinkling crushed-up and dry instant ramen noodles into her mouth, “that sounds like the Mira-Way. Exact tee when cooking, go with the flow, and hope for the best in every other aspect.”

“No,” countered Mira with an accusatory finger. “That sounds like the Zoey Way.”

“Pah-lease! I make plans. I have a whole notebook of plans!”

“Which you then disregard when your planned plan doesn’t go exactly as planned,” Rumi teased with a mutter, stealing a few more of those tiny cookies because wow. They are really good and are the kind of cookies that don’t get stuck in the divots on your teeth because of their crunchiness.

Zoey scoffed. She turned her back to Rumi and Mira, who only watched with amused eyes and snacks in their hands. Zoey huffed. Then she “hmph”ed. Then she crossed her arms over her chest like a dramatic ten-year-old before showing her bare face back to the girls. “You guys are mean.”

“Mhm.” Mira patted her upper thigh, to which Zoey crawled off the couch and finally sat with Mira and Rumi on the floor, by the edge of the couch instead.

Zoey settled herself against the short edge of the L-shaped part of the couch, her back to the cushion and her legs over Mira’s lap. She held out a cupped palm to Rumi, who was about to sprinkle a couple of cookies into her hand, but Mira blocked her off with a bladed hand. “No.”

“What?” Zoey pouted up at her in protest.

“No. You’re not going to get cookies after you just called us mean.” Mira didn’t give her another glance. She grabbed her own soda that was previously forgotten on the other side of her body and took a quiet sip.

Zoey’s eyes caught Rumi’s puzzled gaze. Her mouth was ajar from randomly being stopped, but her eyes were searching Mira for a sign of teasing, mischief, pulling Zoey’s leg just to see her squirm, but when she couldn’t find any, her eyes found Zoey’s.

Rumi shrugged meekly from Mira’s opposite and plopped cookies slowly in her mouth, as if eating some could get her in trouble, too.

“Plus,” Mira added a satisfactory sigh as the cool liquid went down her throat. “I told you to sit in my lap, and you’re sitting next to me. What am I supposed to make out of that, hm?”

The muscle pumping in Zoey’s chest stopped when Mira’s honey-brown eyes met hers. Mira’s gaze held a seriousness in them, not the one she would use when she gave her playful deadpan remarks or the one she used during practice when a move wasn’t manifesting in the way she wanted it to. This gaze was different.

This gaze told Zoey that Mira could smell her nerves coming off her split-colored pjs. This gaze told Zoey that whatever lie or excuse she mustered, Mira could call her out on it.

A single twitch of Zoey’s arm told Mira what she wanted to know; if she was successful in her teasing, it would knock Zoey down a few pegs and get her to someplace calmer. A place she could hold and foster her.

Not because Zoey was too much, she could never be, but because Mira really wanted to hold Zoey as the day began to fade outside their windows while the three of them were in their comfy pajamas. Of course, Mira couldn’t admit that out loud, not out of the blue, when Zoey and Rumi were off giggling over failed Just Dance levels and singing random English songs.

She could only ask and give her request when the mood was right, and as it turns out, if she didn’t create the mood herself, she was never going to get the opportunity to. That was driving her mad.

A coy smile broke Mira’s poker face, and the two girls beside her could swear they heard a quiet giggle from her, too. “I’m kidding,” laughed Mira. “But seriously. Come here.” She pulled Zoey onto her lap so now the smaller one was resting against her chest, and her feet dangled onto Rumi’s legs. “You too.” Mira didn’t give Rumi a chance to respond or react before she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and pulled her flush to her side.

With the girls invading Mira’s space, as they now suspected what she wanted all along. Mira grinned and nudged her head towards Zoey. “You can give her some cookies now.”

A chuckle rippled out of Rumi. She shook her head as she grabbed the tub of mini cookies and held them out in Zoey’s direction, internally deciding the cookies in her palms were too warm and maybe a little damp from anticipating Mira’s next move earlier. “You’re a piece of work, Mir.”

“What?” She laughed. Zoey grumbled from her lap, taking a few cookies and eating them. “Why? Because I like to mess with you guys?”

“No,” Rumi responded with a few floating chuckles, “because you think you have to mess with us and walk around a suspiciously placed bush to get what you want.” Rumi didn’t have to see Mira’s face to see the slight falter in her cocky facade, the sudden tightness of her lips, and the way her fingers played with the waistband of Zoey’s pants. Rumi often didn’t need to look at her girls to know their reactions or to gauge what they’re feeling or thinking; she just knew.

When she mentioned this “skill” of hers in an interview, the fanbase described her behavior as just being a leader or having “leader” duties, and while that may be some of it, it wasn’t all of the reasons.

Rumi loves her girls, way more than she thought she did at least six months ago. She watched them because she wanted to get to know them, to see what made them tick or what made them smile to themselves. She wanted to know how they acted when they thought no one was watching.

She could see the slightest change in the glossiness of Zoey’s eyes and knew that meant she was upset with something she wasn’t allowing herself to feel at the moment. She could tell when the middle of Mira’s eyebrows creased that she was either in deep thought or couldn’t fathom the new information given to her or revealed in her head.

Rumi knew the girls and their hidden behaviors so well, she almost forgot she had hidden behaviors too. She wasn’t aware of the girls watching her when she thought no one was, until a few months ago. But that’s a different revealing and unpacking of emotions for another time.

“If you want us close to you and you want to cuddle or something, you can just say that,” Rumi continued as she placed the container of cookies back on the table. “You don’t have to wait for the right time or convey your need in a joke because that’s when you think we’ll be the most receptive.”

Mira scoffed in quiet amusement, her eyes flickering to anywhere but Rumi’s and Zoey’s eyes—even if Zoey is looking up at her with those dark brown eyes and cheeks so full of cookies. Her heart clenched to not witness the sight. “That’s rich coming from you, Rumi.”

“Oh, why?” She hummed, resting back on her palms with a smirk she’s not trying too hard to hide. “Because I did the same? Yeah, so I’ve struggled with saying things at certain times and want things to be perfect when I’m revealing information, but if last year taught me anything, it taught me that there’s no perfect time and to say what I want so, yeah,” she hummed again, eyebrows raised in a sweet challenge as Mira’s eyes locked onto hers. “Maybe it is rich coming from me, but at least I’ve grown from it. I can say, ‘Zoey, I want some cuddles. Come sit on my lap'.” She held out an arm for Zoey, her lackluster effort of hiding her smirk forgotten as the younger one with crumbs on her face lit up at the demand.

Zoey’s eyes sparkled between Rumi and Mira, an amusement only Zoey can foster as she watched the two girls go into a playful toe-to-toe together. And an additional plus, Rumi was winning. She could tell by the twisted, flustered purse on Mira’s lips and the warmth growing on her cheeks that she was trying so hard not to show by pulling her shoulders to her ears.

Zoey crawled out of Mira’s lap and sat on Rumi’s with a mischievous chuckle that one would describe as “gremlin-like”.

“See?” Satisfied, Rumi patted Zoey’s thigh twice. “I just asked, and look, Mir. She’s right here. On my lap.”

Curses ran through Mira’s mind as Zoey snuggled up to Rumi, giggles flowing through her like water, and Rumi holding her like she’s her everything, which she is, but the smug look in Rumi’s eyes, the eye contact she refused to break, stirred something dark and competitive.

Smug Rumi wasn’t a rare sight to see. She’s often found in variety shows while they’re doing games, in the shadows of demon-hunting, and seen on her face when she tells the demons how everything’s going to go down if they’re the talkative type. However, Smug Rumi during romance, that’s a sight Mira’s not exactly used to .

Rumi’s still figuring out her role with the girls in a romantic sense. Heck, they all are. At first, Mira and Zoey took the lead in instigating romantic movements or conversations like handholding and asking each other out on dates, but now that it’s been at least six months, their prior roles are evolving, changing. Changing into different dynamics that haven’t yet been explored. At least, until now.

Zoey, ever the lover of romantic tension and wanting to see what happens next without intervention, felt the need to intervene. Maybe it was a part of her that didn’t want this playful banter to turn into an actual argument or maybe it was the sort-of welcomed uneasiness stirring within her since she seemed to be the topic of conversation, but she didn’t want this conversation to go to a place neither of them had explored or felt comfortable exploring yet.

Mira’s scowl, something that wasn’t exactly angry or pleased, ticked off her need.

“Hey,” Zoey gave a lighthearted chuckle. “I know where we can put this energy. We can put it into a game of Twister!”

Rumi shrugged, smug smirk nestled into a smile on her face. “That sounds okay with me.” Her gaze remained unchanged from Mira’s.

“I’m not moving,” seethed Mira. Her face grew uncomfortably warm, she wanted to peel the skin off her face and replace it with a more stoic, cool expression, but in trying to do so would confirm that Rumi got—was—getting under her skin. She wasn’t. She couldn’t. Not in this way.

“Daw,” Rumi playfully mocked Mira with a feigned pout. “Why not? Afraid I’ll win?”

Zoey rose a brow. Win? Was there anything to win at this point or did she miss something? Or was this her girlfriends’ twisted way of exhibiting tension because one of them(Mira) had difficulty saying what she wanted, and the other(Rumi) wanted her to, yet the first one(Mira) refused to prove anyone right, even if it meant falling on her butt like a fool in the process?

“Of course not,” Mira replied. Her effort to save face was being betrayed by the bright pink on the top of her cheekbones. “I don’t feel like moving.”

“Oh, really?” Rumi wrapped her arm around Zoey’s waist, pulling her up higher on her lap while Rumi sat up herself. Zoey turned around so her back was pressed to Rumi’s chest, an accidental but grateful new seating position to admire the view of a blushing Mira. “Then what do you want to do, Mira? You can use your words this time. Tell us what you’re truly feeling, and I promise we can grant it for you.” Rumi’s tone, at first, was complacent and teasing, like the hare poking fun at the tortoise, but as her sentence continued, her voice and eyes softened. She wanted Mira to express herself in any way she could. She wanted her to know that she and Zoey were a safe place to express vulnerable needs and wants, just like they did with her last year and earlier this year.

Mira hated it yet couldn’t help but be thankful for it all at the same time.

With her sweaty palms rubbed against the thighs of her fuzzy pajama pants, the same pants she didn’t want to put on earlier, yet is thankful for in this moment, she took a stilling breath. “Okay.” The sound of her quiet voice somehow drowned out the sound of the growing nightlife below them, the breaths of the two girls beside Mira even quieter as if they were afraid their own noise would startle her into silence. “I would like us to…”

Zoey and Rumi sat straighter in their seats, leaning forward to hear what their beautiful visual had to say.

“…I would like for us to cuddle, maybe. Have a cuddle pile sort of thing,” Mira admitted, palms rubbing over her clothed knees. “I don’t know why I do— okay, that’s a lie. I know why I do, but I’m embarrassed to say it.”

Zoey found herself crawling off of Rumi’s lap, the other girl removing her arm around her for a more seamless transition. “Mira.” Zoey’s hand found her arm and rubbed her fingers over the smooth fabric. A sensory win for her, a comforting win for Mira. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything. We’re here for you, no matter how silly you think your reason may be. Remember when you caught me crying on the balcony and you were scared something bad had happened?” The other stifled a nod, Zoey continued. “Well, nothing bad happened, remember? I was crying over this kid laughing over oranges in the grocery store, and even after teasing me, you didn’t call the reason I was crying stupid. You comforted me and helped me through it either way. That’s what we’re going to do for you.”

It was hard to have walls up around Zoey and Rumi when they have the ability to tear them down faster than they were put up. They both have that skill; they all do for each other. No secrets yet, still respecting privacy and knowing each other deep and long enough to know when a secret has to come out for the greater good of the secret holder.

Mira guessed that was her role at the moment: Secret Holder. Although withholding the reason why you want to cuddle your girlfriends as the sun goes down, watching some sappy drama isn’t exactly a secret. More so, an unfulfilled wish that the girls are trying so desperately to fulfill. Plus, if Mira looked at it this way, revealing the why behind what she wants now may help her in the future when she gets into another of her withdrawn, or dare she even say shy, moods. It could get easier with time… maybe.

Rumi joined Zoey on Mira’s opposite side, also using her hand to help her coax through. “Okay,” Mira stated once more. She moved her hands from her knees to theirs, a deep breath releasing itself from the bottom of her belly. “I want us to cuddle because I miss you guys”—she held up her hands before the two could interject questions on “how she could miss them if they’re right here”—“I miss prolixity and the innocent touches and skinship. We haven’t had that in a while and it’s not like us. Zoey’s always clinging onto our arms and Rumi, you’re always searching for our hands when we’re sat together alone, but with our schedules, we haven’t been alone, just us three, in a good while.”

Zoey nodded, her hand crawling up to Mira’s shoulder to give her a reassuring squeeze. “See, that wasn’t stupid at all. I’ve noticed the physical distance between us, too,” she admitted, chin now resting on Mira’s shoulder instead. “That’s why I was so excited tonight about our sleepover. We missed it a few times this month, and even when we did have that impromptu one two Thursdays ago, we all went to our own rooms before the sun went down! I mean, that’s not us. We stay up so late that not even trademarked Leader Rumi can guide us back to normalcy.”

Rumi let out a low snicker. Mira can’t tell when, but Rumi had mirrored Zoey’s positioning and had her chin on her shoulder too. “Delirious Zoey and Mira are quite hard to rein in on a good trademark Leader Rumi day, but you throw in my own deliriousness? Yeah, it’s not a pretty picture.” Mira had found an easiness in her body. A snicker of her own helped release the self-inflicted tension.

“Yeah, she’s like a drunken pirate.”

“I am not!”

Zoey laughed. “Drunken or not, going to bed before 7 isn’t like us on the days we reserve to hang out with each other. I missed us, too, Mira, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about it earlier. I didn’t have the words.” A soft, slightly crumby kiss was placed on Mira’s cool cheek and sent butterflies to her stomach. Rumi did the same with an apologetic hum, both hands giving squeezes to her shoulder.

“So, cuddle-bug,” Rumi couldn’t help but tease and ignore the grumble that came her way, “where do you want us to cuddle-pile at?”

“Couch.” Mira stood, dragging her girlfriends by the wrist. “Duh.”

Mira plopped herself in the middle. She didn’t give the two a chance to think or ask any questions about positioning before she pulled them directly on her, Zoey on her right and Rumi on her left. “Get the blankets,” she told Zoey, her head making a pointed nod to the two throw blankets crumpled by her feet. “And could you get the remote?” Mira asked Rumi. Both obliged, getting their respective items for the girl who wanted all the body heat and weight a human could possibly withstand on her.

With the drama selected and blankets pulled over bodies, Mira laid down. Zoey did too, Mira’s head resting on the top of her hip which caused Rumi to do the same with her head on Mira’s hip. In a sense, one would describe them as a cuddle train, not necessarily a cuddle pile, but the couch wasn’t big enough, and again, neither of them felt like taking the dreaded walk down the hall and into the closest room.

“Hey, look,” Rumi’s head turned towards the glass-paned wall. The sun had completely set behind the skyline of Seoul and leaving behind thick, rugged ribbons of dark blue clouds across the graying sky. “It’s past sundown and we’re still here.” Her lips spread into a warm smile that brightened up her cheeks and eyes, the growing dimness of the living room softening her features.

“Yeah,” Zoey decided to add, “on the couch. Watching a drama.”

“In a cuddle pile no less,” Mira hummed in content. She reached over to kiss the top of Zoey’s head before bending down to kiss the top of Rumi’s head. “Thanks, guys.”

“For what?” chimed Zoey.

“For the cuddle pile. For helping me say what I needed to say.”

“Oh, Mira.” The girl could hear the confidently sly smile from Rumi, “That was going to happen anyway. Both the cuddle pile and you learning how to say exactly what you want when you want it.”

Normally, Mira would say something snarky back. Ask a few questions about her plan, reasoning, and the motive, but right now, she didn’t care. In the end, all three of them got what they wanted: to be open with another, to have a cuddle pile, to stay together at least until after sundown. Although the three of them were sure they weren’t going to find the energy to get off the couch. Not after seeing Zoey struggle to keep her eyes open.

And so, Mira gave Rumi a respectful flick on her ear and bit back a grin when the other exclaimed in pain.

This is what she missed: holding her girls so tightly, there was no denying that they were hers and she was theirs.

WC: 4,099

[theprophetoftroy]

New Ship Name Dropped

The ship name for the Saja Boys × Huntr/x (both poly) is one table (source: my sibling)

[s0alaina]

✨🎼🎆 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 🎆🎼✨    To no one’s surprise I loved this movie! The character design, style, humor, music, EVERYTHING was a joy to watch! I adored these girls and their stories! I think Mira might be my favorite but it’s so hard to choose… I LOVE THEM ALL 👹    I chose to do their final look (tHOUGH IM OBSESSED WITH THEIR OPENING LOOK THE COLORSSSS) and I chose their poses from Vogue photoshoots! I really wanted to emphasize the stylization of their long legs in fashion proportion and celebrity status🥰📸    Which girl is your favorite?   Are you a Huntrix Stan or do you stan The Saja Boys?   Should I do the Saja Boys next?    Let me know in the comments!  

[yurireviews]

Since you’re already covered Sashannarcy. The second Poly ship potential you could look Up “Polytrix” from the recent Netflix movie Kpop Demon Hunters with Rumi x Zoey x Mira.

There’s even some people like myself who believe they remind them of Anne, Marcy and Sasha from Amphibia but their adults/timeskip version with some similarities (surface level at least).

ive never seen ship wars so rampant in years as i have with kpop demon hunters so im frightened but ill be damned if i dont review this yuri

POLYTRIX YURI REVIEW

let the record show that i watched this movie with an open mind and an open heart. i had seen TikTok edits of a wide array of ships and i had no clue where i would end up. i could still easily be swayed in any direction that the wind blows me since the movie didn't really go THAT in depth on the girls' relationship with one another but there is some crucial evidence that i believe in and will share with you today.

EVIDENCE 1 - Mira is VERY Jealous of Jinu

mira is the only member of huntrix that i feel was uninterested in the saja boys. so what she appreciates their abs?? doesn't matter if she hates who they're attached to! but you want to know what mira IS focused on in this scene? cause it aint the men surrounding her OR the fans that she clearly loves but RUMI talking with Jinu??? and then encouraging their fans to support him? some may say mira constantly bringing him up is just astonishment that rumi is so civil with a demon but i beg to say that she got some sort of wlw crush on rumi...

she herself claims she's really good at reading people which is why she almost asks rumi for reassurance about HER hating jinu cause she senses there's something else there between them and she is both defensive & awkward about it. this has to go a little bit beyond the whole 'we HATE demons' thing because zoey is not trying to hide the fact that she's fawning over the saja boys so the problem for mira is very specifically about RUMI and JINU. she's also probably the most aggressive towards jinu for a saja boy that doesn't really bother her at all.... thinking...thinking....123..... this scene also ends with her saying that she thinks the demons are just getting to her and that's why she's so confrontational towards rumi and she can't wait for them to all be gone and for her to have time to pursue a lesbian relationship with both of her band members...

there's also the train scene where mira outright says shut up about the song, i know that's not the real reason why you're acting like this. she knows rumi is hiding something but there's no way she can possibly know that she's a demon (if she even has the slightest idea it isn't a conscious thought) so what she really is this mad about is the possibility that rumi likes jinu and rumi tells her that not everything's about her insecurities!! what are mira's biggest insecurities.. something something being unlovable/ being seen as too much (calls herself a difficult person) so her biggest fear here IS abandonment in some way and that's really effed up (the getting hypnotised by the saja boys scene reinforces this)

EVIDENCE 2 - In DEFENSE of Mira & Zoey

i have gotten a bad reputation from my sashannarcy yuri review of being strict and brutal with my yuri reviews and if you've read that you would probably expect me to remove some points from polytrix for some final scenes... but i will NOT! no one is to blame in the scene where mira and zoey hold rumi at gunpoint... they weren't suddenly motivated to kill rumi dead in that instance... LOOK at them. they were upset, they didn't know what was true or fake cause their entire world was just turned upside down. in no world were they going to hurt rumi. them holding up their weapons was just what they felt like they HAD to do but didn't WANT to.... also while we're at it

since this scene occurs almost immediately after some may come to the conclusion that rumi was that hurt solely by what zoey and mira did which is just the beginning of it!!! this is about everything in rumi's life leading up to this and her feeling like as a demon she needs to be ashamed of herself and won't ever be truly accepted.. this ship isn't toxic and it ain't even that codependent btw...

EVIDENCE 3 - Zoey.

universally i feel like zoey is strong evidence towards polytrix but no one really has the words to say so. no way is she straight.. she seems in love with everyone at all times. she's just a girl with a big heart and that obviously extends to her girls in huntrix!

first of all she writes ALL of huntrix's songs but sings very very little and writes parts for rumi and mira... the songs DONT WORK unless they're ALL there and this is all part of zoey's plans.. also mira choreographs and made it so there's a part in golden where her and zoey outright leave the stage to let rumi have her moment. these girls love eachother. that's undeniable. the question is just if it's romantic or not.

she also never argues with mira or rumi even with the arguments over the saja boys and everything are going on. she doesn't want to pick sides cause she can't handle losing either of them. zoey is the glue holding this band together and she also wants to go the bathhouse with them rn if that's alright with everyone

EVIDENCE 4 - Rumi's Story is an Allegory For Coming Out

YEAH the director said "we used to always compare it, as like, rumi's story as like, she's coming out of the closet. coming to her parent, who is like wanting her to be something that she is not." and i know an allegory is very different from the story itself BUT it makes sense. we don't have a lot of evidence from rumi on polytrix because the whole movie when the girls don't know the truth about her she is distant from them. almost like she's keeping her distance from them. almost like there are things she doesn't want to admit. like the honmoon turning gold and making her not a demon anymore is like her waiting for her feelings to subside but AFTER mira and zoey find out and after the initial shock they are way closer than we've seen them.. and I KNOW she liked jinu but she could be bi.

CONCLUSION

there is not a whole hell of a lot yuri evidence for these three but the little that there is, IS very convincing. i dare to say i convinced myself over the course of this review that they are canon because when i initially watched this movie i wasn't really seeing it and i think that IS because we see it from rumi's point of view and she is distanced from the girls cause she's ashamed of herself and everything. this yuri has a lot of room to grow from here in the scenario that it does branch off into a franchise or something.

they also ARE very sashannarcy coded. i thought that when i watched the movie and as i've already admitted i haven't even seen amphibia.

my final verdict.

7.88/10

yuritastic!

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Princess Treatment

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Pairing(s): Romance x reader

Kink(s): Praise Kink (18+, mdni, smut)

Summary: After returning home from a long, gruelling world tour -- your boyfriend is ready to make you feel loved yet again. Living up to his name, Romance will stop at nothing to ensure you feel all of his love, going to any extent you'd ask to prove it to you.

SR’s Note: I've become so sweet on Romance... *sigh* he's just so loverboy to me, and I'm obsessed. I hope you all like this! (This was also the first KPDH / Saja Boys fic I've EVER written... how crazy!)

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"That's it my love... just like that."

You whimpered softly as you rubbed your panty-clad pussy against Romance's jeans. His hands, resting lightly on your waist, helped guide you back and forth atop his growing erection. His sultry eyes gazed up at you, taking in every twitch and shift in expression

"Romance..."

"Shhh, baby," he hushed softly, one hand leaving your waist in favor of grazing your face. His fingers gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, a small smile curving his lips as he gazed up into your eyes. You let out a breath, grinning as your arms clung tighter around his neck.

"Tell me what you want, gongjunim," he whispered, his lips pressing softly against the column of your throat. You let out another sigh, your toes curling as his teeth brushed your sensitive skin. Halting your hips, you pulled back, gazing right down into his brown eyes.

"I want you," you whined, lips puffing out in a pout. "I've missed you so much lately..."

He sighed, instantly realizing the feelings that came with the intimate moment. Hands snaking up your sides, you shivered under his touch -- allthewhile, he simply gazed up at you like the princess you were.

"Whatever you want," he began, his palms splaying across your chest. Squeezing softly, you squeaked; but, he was quick to slide his hands around the back of your ribcage, moving to unclasp your bra. When he met your eyes again, sliding the lace down your arms, he finished his sentence.

"...you shall have it, my love."

The way he'd shifted you off his lap (reluctantly) and lied you atop the plush pillows on your shared bed was no more delicate than a feather dancing through the wind. As you lie there, watching him, you felt the heat blooming in your lower belly. Your boyfriend stood at once, stripping his layers off one by one until he was in nothing more than his own skin and hidden patterns before you.

Biting your lower lip, you reached a hand out.

He didn't hesitate, entwining his fingers with yours as he guided your hand above your head, pinning it softly against the mattress. He leaned in then, pushing his lips to yours, nearly groaning at the taste of you.

"My gongjunim," he breathed, using the endearing nickname once more. You grinned, thighs twitching as his deft fingers travelled up your thigh. Sucking in a breath, you clenched around nothing as the pads of his fingers traced along your panties. The lace concealed nearly nothing, but Romance took his time reguardless -- though, he found it hard to hold back from you most times.

"You're already so wet for me dear," he praised, his pointer and middle fingers hooking around your panties and pulling them to the side. As his knuckles grazed your slit, he chuckled, delighting in the wetness already leaking from you. Swallowing, you gazed up at his face until his eyes met yours again.

"Would you like me to-"

"Please," you voice halted him, coming out in a broken whisper. "Please, Romance I... I'm ready. Please make me feel good, like only you can."

His eyes grew bright with desire, and his length was quick to follow suit. It pressed against your inner thigh, hardening even more now that his skin was flush with yours. Leaning in, he kissed you only once more before moving to position himself with your entrance.

"You're so good for me, my love."

Your breath caught as his fingers wrapped around his length, guiding it deeper into your weeping hole. A soft pant loosed from you, followed by the parting of your lips as he guided himself even deeper. You hadn't realized your eyes had fallen shut until his fingers brushed your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him again.

"Eyes on me, princess -- that's it. Good, good girl."

You couldn't help the fluttering in your core at his words. He always knew exactly what to say, exactly how to make you feel good -- that was why his name was Romance, you mused.

Once his hips were flush with your thighs, he finally allowed his breath to ease from him. Stilling here, with your warm walls wrapped flush around his cock -- God help him, he'd never find another place he'd rather be.

"So tight, my love," he mused, slowly withdrawing from you. He was quick to slip back in, the soft plunge causing your bare breasts to shift beneath his hovering chest. You giggled then, reaching your opposing hand up to tangle in his long, pink locks.

"Y-You've... been gone... t-touring..." you breathed, barely able to get all the words out. His eyes softened, his thumb moving to brush over your bottom lip at once. Withdrawing again, he pushed back in, beginning to set a slow and languid pace.

"Shhh, no explaination needed my love." He insisted, his hips beginning to meet your thighs quicker. The air was stolen from your lungs as he moved against you, his length reaching your deepest parts with ease. Your eyes rolled back, the feeling of his cock sliding against your gummy walls almost too good.

"Tsk tsk," he chastized, and immediately you opened your eyes. When you refocused on his gaze, he smiled darkly down at you.

"Good," he panted, working himself into you with leashed restraint. You cried out, his speed increasing slightly and pushing you closer to your edge. He'd only looked away for a moment, his gaze fixated on where you ended and he began -- but not too long before his eyes were on yours again.

"Keep those beautiful eyes on me, love," he panted, his fingers squeezing the ones pinned above your head. You moaned, breasts bouncing quicker now as he poured all his love into you. It wasn't very long before the base of your spine began to tingle, the familiar feeling of your release threatening to make an appearance.

"R-Romance..."

He huffed a breath, his fingers leaving your cheek to slide softly against your bare thigh beside him. Slowly, he pushed your knee up, your thigh flush with your torso as he changed his angle. The new way he was working into you made you see stars, your release seconds from being exposed.

"Oh... I'm..." you babbled unable to form coherent thoughts or words. Romance leaned in, kissing you harder than he had since returning home from his tour. His tongue invaded your mouth, dancing and twirling with yours as the taste of him infiltrated your senses.

Pulling back, you watched as his eyes flickered with gold.

"Come undone for me sweetheart," he requested, fingers gripping your leg as he worked ot hold himself back. Groaning, you breathed deep, not wanting the feeling of him inside you to be over but the feeling of release so close.

"Let me watch you, watch how you come undone for me," he whispered, his nose brushing yours. Leaning down, his lips brushed your sensitive nipple, a featherlight kiss that had your sensations running wild. Gasping, you allowed your release to wash over you, the tingling feeling flowing freely through your veins.

Romance watched, lips parted as your features relaxed. He'd drove himself inside a few more times until he just could not take it anymore; he himself needed to feel his release. Growling, he gritted his teeth, his seed spurting from his cock in fast, warm ropes.

Your chest heaved as you lie back, your fingers loosening in Romance's grip. He breathed deeply, still hovering atop you as he stayed flush against you. His eyes searched yours, hald-lidded and love drunk. Your blissful expression warmed his heart, and knowing you were his and his alone would be a constant reminder of his worth.

"I'm... in love... with you, Y/N," he whispered, punctuationg the words with kisses to your neck and collarbone. You chuckled, your fingers that had wound in his hair now loosening and lying flat against his chest.

"I love you too," you promised, leaning your head up to kiss him once more. "I always will."

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