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Hey you! Yes you! Did you wish for more Varang x Quaritch scenes in Avatar Fire and Ash!? More lore ?! Especially a longer tent scene!? Then your in luck! Im just pouring out every little lore idea i had for the two of them!
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22 Dec 2025
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The words hung above (but never would form) by Weeds_Through_Concrete
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
17 Nov 2025
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It was raining the night Celine lost her life, though she was still breathing despite it.
Death came shaped like vermin. The mass of it small, nestled between unmoving legs and soaked grass, yowling like it dared to imitate her grief.
Celine should have pretended it was gone like it’s mother. It would have been easier to bury two bodies under the Old Tree and silently grieve. It would have brought her peace.
She didn’t deserve peace. So picked it up. With the rain muddling her vision, it almost looked like an infant.
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Or, a deep dive into what it means to have a half demon in your care, and what comes after.
Featuring body horror, PTSD, hallucinations- or are they?- and how I imagine KDH would be like if it wasnt meant for children.
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23 Nov 2025
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Rumi was everyone's type, but she was their goddess.
They just had to wait for the right time to worship her in private.
She was theirs, she just didn't know it yet.
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21 Nov 2025
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But the texture of the couch under her sweating palms scratched violently at something that had always been loose in Rumi’s mind. Something in her fingers clung to the ease of hiding next to these two women. Something wanted to howl but was so deeply buried all it could do was bite at its own flesh. Frustration was clawing at the back of the empty hollow feeling. Normally couch time helped. Normally the laughter started to fill her up again. It gave Rumi something to hold onto until she wasn’t drowning.
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Rumi had a process. Something that never failed to make her feel better. The girls were never suppose to know.
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31 Oct 2025
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(“This will sting,” Mira warned, tipping the brown bottle to a fresh pad.
The antiseptic hit, and Rumi’s body jolted upright from the fiery sting, a sharp hiss cut the space, as Rumi breathed in through gritted teeth.
“Ah…fuck..! ow…” Her head knocked the wall lightly. “Hot.”
“I know.” Mira braced her wrist gently. “It’s the worst part. You’re doing well.”)
There was an off-campus warehouse party. Glitter in the cups, bass like a heartbeat, everybody swaying in time; then the city woke up wrong.
“Please stand by,” said the TV, and then it never stood again.
Outside, something knocks back; three taps, long pause, then a fourth tap that asks a question. There is a listening stillness where breath should be.
This isn’t your average Zombie Story.
It’s three girls deciding how to keep each other soft without getting killed, how to be brave without being loud, and what to do when the world starts moving like a puppet on a string.
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22 Oct 2025