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Rumi ([personal profile] denyingit) wrote2025-07-09 02:08 pm
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💫 SEASONS 💜 IC INBOX 🎤 un: Pop Star Royalty

 
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dornen: (Ooooohhh no)

text; un: nyanperona

[personal profile] dornen 2025-08-02 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ru-Rumi-san, the houses are really back.
Did we jinx this?
dornen: (UWAH?!)

hehehe

[personal profile] dornen 2025-08-02 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah!!
Though this time they're in the Summer Segment because the winds tossed them there??
Which is also crazy. Flying Sentient Monster Houses.

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text | un;cute&savage

[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-17 02:08 am (UTC)(link)

Hi Rumi! I need some help with a song I'm working on for Narinder. Could you look over some lyrics for me?

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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-08-17 02:36 am (UTC)(link)

Yeah I bumped into him after one of those bubbles, and he got all huge and kind of scary. But he asked if I could write a song, and I agreed. If you're busy we could just do it here, but I'm always down to meet up too.

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whatwedeserve: (Derpy 🐾 I can fix it)

Tiger Delivery on 10/23

[personal profile] whatwedeserve 2025-10-24 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jinu will be with her eventually, but he thought it would be fun to send Derpy (and Sussie) with a package that says "Happy Birthday Rumi."

Inside there's, at first, a toy train, above a fake layer.

Under the layer, however there's a a set of pyjamas, a hoodie, a shirt, a beanie, slippers and a teddy bear that talks in Jinu's voice telling her that he loves her and thinks she's never a mistake.]
Edited (happy brit day) 2025-10-24 16:36 (UTC)
whatwedeserve: (Erase all the pain 'til it's gone) (I've felt so long)

these titles only make sense in your inbox tbh

[personal profile] whatwedeserve 2025-10-24 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[As luck may have it, Jinu was already on his way there, appearing in the room through magenta smoke.

He sees the situation and immediately looks worried.]


Rumi? What's wrong?

[Sure he expected tears, but this fel like a lot.]

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Action | evening a few days after the concert.

[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-11-13 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
The door clicks softly as Zoey slips inside, careful not to make noise. She toes off her shoes by the mat and stands in the dim entryway, jacket still on, her bag dangling from one hand. The air smells faintly of incense — Rumi’s doing.

It’s quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your thoughts louder.

Zoey lets her back rest against the door and exhales. Her voice is still a little raspy from hours of singing; her cheeks are warm from laughter, and something heavier she doesn’t have a word for.

She thinks of Ishkode’s smile under the karaoke neon — the way his eyes crinkled when she couldn’t hit the high notes, the slow, steady calm of his energy. Looking at the yellow bracelet he'd given her the night of the concert, her lucky charm. But then she looks at her other wrist as well, the silver bracelet there from her evening at the aquarium with Mystery. Remembering the night that he'd come to comfort her after the mission as well. The soft kiss on her temple and the warmth of his hug.

Two completely different frequencies tangled in her head. After a few moments, she decided to make her way down the hall, but rather than going to her room, she found herself outside of Rumi's room instead. Knocking gently, Zoey kind of hoped that she was here.

"Hey, Rumi, you free?"
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[personal profile] colorsinmyhead 2025-11-18 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright, I'll meet you in the kitchen."

Zoey hesitates only a second before padding toward the kitchen. The overhead light is off, just the soft glow from the fridge bulb spilling across the counters as she opens it, more for something to do with her hands than because she’s hungry. She pulls out a bottle of water, sets it on the island, then just… stands there.

Her fingers drift to the yellow bracelet again.

She had laughed so hard tonight her stomach hurt. Ishkode was easy—that was the dangerous part. Easy to talk to, easy to be around, easy to slip into a version of herself that didn’t have to think about missions or demons or consequences. He didn’t push. He just… resonated with her. Like he didn’t even know he was doing it.

But then she thinks of the silver bracelet, cool against her skin. The aquarium lights dancing across Mystery’s face, the warmth and comfort as he held her close and reassured her that she was still Zoey after what happened with the ghoul. A quiet steadiness and encouragement that promised she'd never been too much.

Two feelings. Two directions. Two versions of her heart tugging at different rhythms.

She chews at her lip, annoyed that her pulse speeds up for both. When she heard Rumi approaching, she nervously hid both her hands behind her back and put on that awkward grin that she always wore when she tried pretending everything was just perfect and nothing was going on, the one that made her look entirely guilty.

"Sorry, I didn't interrupt anything or wake you up, did I?"

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