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holy moly

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saja boys surpassed bts on spotify this is actually sick

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rumi's answer to jinu's betrayal telling him that he still needs to forgive himself for it.

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"guys haha it's okay! now that i can show my patterns i don't have any bottled up rage to work on!!!" no my rumi has ✨problems✨

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❝ HOW DARE YOU !! ❞

for a moment, she wanted to believe it. she wanted to believe that she had a father, that somehow, he was alive. THAT SOMEHOW, SHE WASN'T ALONE. that she had something, ANYTHING to hold on to.

but then she closes her eyes, like the sight of his patterns alone SEARED HER SKIN, her whole body clenching before she starts swinging again.

I'VE BEEN LIED TO BEFORE. TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BEFORE. by agents, producers that smiled at her so warmly, by celine, who didn't let her call her mother. BY JINU, WHO THEN LEFT HER—

so she swings her sword, again, AGAIN. ❝ how dare you call yourself MY FATHER ! how dare you SAY HER NAME !! ❞

Hands raised in front of him as she kept her blade pointed at him, but he didn't step back or even flinch. He didn't even look afraid -- he looked... sad. He should have anticipated such hostility; it only made sense she became a hunter, just like her mother.

"Look at my patterns closely, please. I assure you, I am not like the other demons you have faced." He let his patterns show, then, and they shimmered in a similar sheen of the Honmoon.

Eyes searched hers, looking her over, and his hands lowered just a pinch. "You look so much like Miyeong.... my little Gongjunim."

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ship with me.

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it was totally a HUNTRIX SAJA COLLAB, no one ACTUALLY DIED on stage haha, that would be awesome i mean awful

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MIRA STANDS, blade in both hands, and for a second, she feels her perfect stance falter. something DROPS in her, she doesn't know from which height, but it slams heavy in the put of her stomach, and she just—

her grip feels lighter; she's never had a father. she's never had any parents. celine would tell her, while brushing her hair, RUMI, I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER.

❝ —HAH ! ❞ she snorts, rolling her eyes, trying to gain her composure back. her father ! ❝ as IF. ❞

❝ you're just hoping i won't SLICE YOU where you stand ! ❞

@patternglow said: ❝ who are you. ❞ // mal-chin

unprompted: always accepting!

There was an ache that tightened in his chest from such a simple question. No... statement. One with a hint of accusation to it that only twisted that pain tighter. Yet, he could not blame Rumi for it -- it was understandable. He hadn't been a part of her life since she was a baby, and he barely got time with her then.

He hoped to make up for that now. With Gwi-Ma gone... he was finally free.

"My name is Mal-chin. I... I'm your father."

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FLUSTER👏MY👏MUSE👏👏

Do everything in your power, hug them, compliment them, flirt with them. Anything goes!

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thinking about the ISACs concept art

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@cannikumi replied to your post “jinu doesn't smell bad.”:

"How do you know? :)"

​DIE.

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jinu doesn't smell bad.

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maybe they should disband for real.