Mattie (Big Clit Mira Truther)

morning brekkie after :3 #fkau #kpdh

tmasc rumi doing idol things save meee save me ... #kpdh #kpopdemonhunters

BITES YOU BITES YOU OMG

she didn't wait to be able to summon her Shin-kal, to beat demons
#kpdh #kpopdemonhunters #zoey

Can she put it in my mouth

#kpdh #zoey bulge, get in line for lap time

rumi the tank engine. like its a doodle of thomas the tank engine but coloured like rumi. yellow body, pink wheels and purple smoke.

choo choo #KPOPDEMONHUNTERS

Your honor I need him so bad
(Please post right plsplspls)
#rumi #kpdh #kpopdemonhunters

I really truly love painting her patterns 🩷💜💙 #kpdh #rumikpdh #kpopdemonhunters

canon height difference zoemira will always be in me head
#kpopdemonhunters #kpdh #zoey #mira

By popular democratic vote on what I should do with mi night since I couldn't sleep the people has chosen tdick mira and that wraps it up as the last drawing of the year
(Full page on my p/treon)
#nsfw #polytrix

Zoey introduced the concept of cockwarming to Rumi & Rumi did it cuz she wanted to see Zoey happy but now she liked it a little too much & craves it even. One time Zoey is out of town & Rumi asks Mira if they could do it Mira does not getting the appeal now all three are into it

gunpla mira liker my BELOVED

#gtc #gtcspoilers

The sudden stillness makes Mira's head snap up to Zoey's face. Her eyes are closed, head slightly tilted upwards, like she's trying to stop an onslaught of emotions from cascading out. Mira feels the tendrils of panic take root as her eyes roam down Zoey's body for any other signs — hands curled into fists resting against her thighs, back straight and stiff, small body shaking. Mira knows that tremble, knows what it means, knows it isn't pleasure but pain. Panic blooms in full force. "Zoey?" A small whimper cracks through Zoey's chest, head still head high as her breathing grows heavier, more frantic. "Babe, what's-" Something snaps, Zoey hunching forward forcefully, hands clutching Mira's shoulder with force. "I'm-" a sob wracks Zoey's body before she can get another word out.

have a #zoemira snippet too while we're at it

#inkandhoney

RAHHHHHHH

[ #fanart #polytrix #kpdh ]
sooo heh

Mira could have spent her whole life not knowing what it was like to love and be loved in return. She grew up in a house where affection was rationed, given out only when it was beneficial to her parents, and anything further was unthinkable, they'd made sure of that. The word 'love' had only ever been heard between those walls when they'd fallen from her own lips, when she'd begged and cried for even a small, pitiful ounce of it over the years before she couldn't anymore. There were so many nights she cried herself to sleep growing up, telling herself under the comfort of her blankets that she'd find love one day, platonic or romantic — it didn't matter to her then. She just wanted to know what it would be like to feel wanted, to be where the sun would rise and set for another person. She deserved it, no matter how many times her parents told her she didn't. A bitter laugh falls from her lips at the thought as she looks around Zoey's room, black ink still smeared across the walls like a revolting mural that exists solely to remind her of how she failed. Maybe she does; pain and guilt and heartbreak is the one thing in this world she believes she's entitled to. For being selfish. For spending years asking for something that wasn't meant to be hers. For wanting and coveting something that was meant to be earned and given freely, not yearned for. She's not sure why she ever even wanted it so fucking badly in the first place if it would inevitably lead to this. Her parents had always told her she was greedy, after all. Perhaps they were right; this is nothing short of what she deserves. She fidgets with the ring on her right hand — the one she had engraved with Zoey's heartbeat — before she moves to run her fingers over the scratch marks beneath her knee, cataloguing every dip. This is the last change Zoey made in this world — a desperate attempt to keep herself alive immortalized on wooden planks. The realization makes bile rise in her throat but she can't stop…

Rumi and Zoey don't leave that day, or any day after that. They sit outside her door and wait for her, for the anger to die down, for the words she meant to say instead of lashing out, for her to feel safe. She learns to ask for forgiveness and mean it, she learns to share what she's feeling without directing it at them, she learns how to ask for what she wants and what it's like to receive comfort and love without needing to. She also learns how to be there for them in the same way. For Rumi, who always puts on a mask before asking for help, who takes on more than her shoulders can carry. She always kept them at arm's length — close, but not too close — using her relentless drive to plunge herself, and them, deeper into work. Pushing up deadlines and making last minute changes that disrupt their schedules more often than not, while somehow following up with everything in order to make sure the end result is perfect. Only perfect will seal the Honmoon. Mira adapts, stays up with her to make sure she's taking breaks and not staying up too late on nights before an appearance, brings tea and food when Rumi forgets to eat, learns how to read Rumi's tells before she's about to spiral — the calm before a storm, a language she's well versed in now. And Zoey, who appeared to be on the verge of words when they first met, wanting so desperately to belong but held back by a symphony of what ifs, who buried herself so deeply into her notebooks there were days she didn't leave her room. Until one day those thoughts spilled out of lined pages that couldn't hold them in anymore and into the air between them, fast paced and indefinite, warm and bright, accompanied by a touch here and a hug there. It's still cautious, fragile at times, like she's scared that if the smile that's permanently affixed to her face falls everything will break around them. It takes a little more effort for Mira to be what Zoey needs. It's not a chore or an imposition, but it requires for some of her e…

Mira’s touch is a life preserver in a storm. She works her fingers through Zoey’s hair and it feels like stolen breaths of air as she clings to any safety she can. It’s messy, ugly, inconsistent… but it works. Mira holds her up and helps wash away the sorrow, the pain, and the anxiety starts to recede — still turbulent but not enough to capsize her anymore. They spend long minutes in there, Mira diligently washing her hair, her body, leaving kisses and words of assurance all along her skin, and when they’re done — when no part of Zoey has been left unloved — Mira reaches out to turn off the shower, discarding her own sopping clothes before stepping out to grab a towel and wrapping it around Zoey's frame. She helps Zoey out, pulling her gently towards the counter and motioning at her neck like she always does. It's a routine, something intimately theirs — Zoey wrapping her arms around her so she can help lift her onto the counter after they shower. She gives Zoey's forehead a kiss before moving for another towel that she uses to dry Zoey's hair, slow and careful, in practiced motions like she's done this a hundred times — because she has. Where they would normally talk or joke around, Mira spends her time whispering soft nothings — or in this case soft everythings — at Zoey. How beautiful she is, how strong she is, how much she loves her and how much Rumi loves her too, and how fucking proud she is. Because she is so proud of who Zoey is, of her skills and talents, of everything she stands for, and for surviving this — for fighting and surviving against the thoughts in her head she knows are begging her to give up. She helps Zoey into her clean clothes, kissing her temple once she's done, picking her up to take her back to the bedroom where she sets her down on the bed once again before quickly changing into a loose shirt and shorts herself. On the way back she grabs Zoey's phone and a pair of headphones and settles into bed next to Zoey, facing her and pla…

mira is a lovergirl in every universe

2025. 10. 24. #polytrix ?

”언니 왜 생일인 거 미리 말 안 했어“
이번 생일 사건처럼 루미도 멤버들한테 생일 미리 안 알려줬을 듯. ‘생일이 별 건가..’ 하면서. 연습생 시절, 아메리칸 걸 조이한테 생일인 거 걸려서 엄청 혼났을 듯…

"Most people would probably say you're like the sun, but I think you're more like the sky." Zoey startles at the comment — sudden and seemingly out of nowhere — and tilts her head to look at the girl next to her. Rumi's eyes are fixed on the scenery above them, reds and pinks and purples dancing around each other to make the sky look like a painting, while her fingers — intertwined with her own —tap a rhythm on the back of her hand. "The sun goes away," Rumi continues softly. "Not literally, obviously, but to us it does. The sky stays." Rumi's fingers tighten between her own, twice in quick succession. A confession that's theirs. An affirmation of what they mean to each other. "It's colourful and beautiful. And it holds the stars," Rumi turns her whole body then, fingers moving to trace the freckles on Zoey's face. "Just like you do."

trainee #zoerumi 🫶

#inkandhoney

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP AUOGH I LOVE MY ZOERUMI LIFE

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Perhaps I need to cook something up

Like would it really be zoeys computer without handsome squidward?

Soo who else is reading @ambiiviolence.bsky.social's City Lights, Rodeo Nights 👀
#CLRN #rumira #kpdh

scene from chapter 7 of show me (how to love you) by honestground :D

#zoemira #kpdh

kpdh wrestling au: basics of the au, basics of wrestling
#kpdh

mira giving the rock to zoey and rumi being so fucking confused #polytrix

#kpopdemonhunters #polytrix

#zoerumi wip

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HOOOOOOOOOO LICKING MY SCREEN GUUHHHHHHH