digital drawing of 7 year old korean girl with black hair in half up buns wearing overalls and holding a mothman build a bear
hana & lamp
from chapter seven of #inkandhoney
⋮ huge thank you to @warytaru.bsky.social for taking this commission ✨
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Keeping distance from others has only ever been a defense mechanism for Mira — keeping herself safe from heartbreak, from hurt. She's never been one to not push when it mattered, when she cared. She lingers, she pushes, she stays. And right now, she's choosing. Choosing to open up, choosing to try again.
happy #inkandhoney day!! chapter five is now live!
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#polytrix #zoerumi #zoemira #rumira (we got them all this time!)
"A high percentage of relationships deteriorate when one partner is injured or disabled — whether temporarily or permanently." It was meant to be reassuring. It wasn't.
She hesitates. Thumbs hovering over the screen, itching to reply, but the lingering doubt echoes louder than she'd like. Can she do this again and walk out unscathed? Mira's heart aches with memories that haunt the space between her ribs.
It's an invitation, open and honest. One that makes that ache and want surge through her body unrestrained. Will she be able to pick up the pieces if this shatters? Is she okay with wanting just this and nothing more?
"I need you to step away." Her voice is even, but not cold. It's a warning, and she hopes Mira will treat it as such.
#inkandhoney is back this wednesday at 7pm pst!
Rumi had said as much back then too, that she felt it in her chest, in the way her body reacted to Zoey's presence. Zoey hadn't been so sure, vision veiled by hurt, by the revolving door of people that never stayed, never cared. Rumi knows Zoey had simply been waiting, waiting for Rumi to leave, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for their so called connection to snap at the first sign of her being too much or not enough. For talking too much, feeling too loudly. For not meeting expectations, for not believing in herself to the point of self-sabotage. For allowing the fractured glass she stood on to break and not know how to hold on. For not knowing how to cry out when she was free-falling into depths she was desperate to lose herself in. To erase the hurt. To stop the pain. To no longer be too much or not enough, and instead cease to be altogether.
myungsoo (from princington's finders keepers au) resting his head on top of hana (from ink & honey)
those rumi genes have myungsoo towering over his half sister as soon as he turns fourteen #cubcrossover #inkandhoney #finderskeepersau @princington.bsky.social
build a bear stations listed: choose me, hear me, stuff me, fluff me, dress me, name me
Ren: Rumi just adding fuel to the fire whispering innuendos in Zoey's ear abbey: Zoey "my favourite sgRiom is 'stuff me'." Rumi "you need to be QUIET!" lumi: oh wait should it be. 3 of them but mira is still kind of in friend territory lootnscootn: she's still sitting in "choose me"
lootnscootn: mira's build-a-bear-ly hanging on
out of context #inkandhoney chapter seven spoilers
#zoemira #zoerumi #polytrix
committed and valid as a romantic relationship. they have a family, they care for each other so deeply, they're each other's homes
soon mira is going to be part of that relationship too, and it's going to be just as meaningful
genuinely, ty for this message 🫶
#polytrix #zoerumi #inkandhoney
"You really like platypuses, huh?" "Yeah! I love them more than the moon, the sun, and the cat." Her eyes narrow, searching Hana's face to see if she misunderstood her somehow. "The cat?" "The cat," Hana nods as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "What cat?" "The cat." Mira blinks in confusion. She runs through what Hana said in her mind again, the moon, the sun, and the… A couple other words filter through her brain — stars, comets, planets; words that certainly make more sense in the given context, and she can't quite put a finger on how cat figures in. She looks to the couch and wonders if maybe… "That cat?" She asks, pointing at the furry animal curled up on the pile of blankets. "No, that's Canela," comes the reply, steady and cool in a way only eight year olds can pull off when correcting adults. "Right. So then, what cat?" "The cat," Hana states again before bringing her hands to her hips and looking Mira with a stare she's sure would make most people fold.
"Eomma, Mira's uncultured ways are going to fuck up her love confession to mami." Tea sprays out of Rumi's mouth, who had been watching the exchange from the kitchen with amusement. "I had just taken a sip," she chokes out, the words caught between a cough and a laugh. Mira on the other hand feels like her brain has crashed and needs a reboot. Three months, they'd been dating for three months, and she had only been introduced to Hana last week as one of Zoey and Rumi's friends. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry or simply walk out the door and into the closest bar. "Hana, where did you learn that word?" Rumi asks, still half choking and trying to suppress her laugher as she wipes down the outside of the refrigerator where most of the tea had ended up. Hana giggles, giving both women a quick shrug. "Mami says it all the time!"
mira + kids (especially zoey and rumi's kid) is SO.....!!!
(and yes, hana is every bit zoey's kid)
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mira (Kpop demon hunters) changing into a yellow ink & honey t-shirt featuring ghost face after being caught in a typhoon
sb, idk who you are but ily and i love this!!!! drenched cat mira!!!!
"ungodly café noises" took me out 😭
if you'd like to make yourself known, i'd love to know who you are and offer the next spot for the featured drink in the fic as a thank you! 🥹
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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
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Rumi knew, she'd seen it happen. She also knew how Zoey was — stubborn beyond belief but also scared. Scared to let people down, scared to be a burden, scared to be seen as less than because of her disability. Rumi thinks back to the social worker and therapist Zoey had to see after her surgery. They had asked Rumi to come in and to see if they would need relationship counselling. "A high percentage of relationships deteriorate when one partner is injured or disabled — whether temporarily or permanently." They didn't need to say the quiet part out loud for Rumi put the pieces together. She couldn't understand it then, and certainly couldn't understand it now. Yes, sometimes it was hard but this was Zoey. Her Zoey. She wouldn't ever leave her, especially not for this, not unless Zoey didn't want her in her life anymore.
someone on the bird app asked for present day #zoerumi, so take this little snippet too!
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"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 🫶
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present zoerumi snippet or flashback zoerumi snippet? 👀
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straw.page ask: has Hana ever asked Zoey and Rumi for a sibling? if so, how did they handle it?
ooouu great question!! actually she ha-
*2 HOUR LONG TRAIN HORN*
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"You doing okay?" Her eyes snap open. Rumi is leaning in the doorway, the lights from the Christmas tree in the living room shining behind her make her look like an angel, ethereal. Calm. Serene. Everything she wishes she could be right now, but her pounding heart and racing mind say otherwise. It suits Rumi. She is one, after all, in Zoey's eyes. She couldn't have gotten through the last 17 months without her, wouldn't be sitting here holding the most precious part of her if it hadn't been for Rumi. "Just tired," she manages with a small smile. It's forced, and she hates that that's the best she can give right now. Too many people, too much going on — it's overwhelming even if they're there to celebrate with her. "Exhausted, really. But good exhausted, happy exhausted."
Rumi pushes herself away from the doorframe and makes her way to the bed, placing herself in front of Zoey — one leg crossed on the bed while the other swings off the edge, hand finding Zoey's in the bassinet. It's a routine by now, the small circles Rumi's thumb traces on Zoey's wrist — checking her pulse and soothing her nerves all at once. "I didn't think I would still be here," Zoey admits quietly, voice breaking on the last word. "After Christmas last year…" "But you are. You're here, we're here." Rumi's voice is soft and strong but Zoey can see the flash of panic that is there and gone at the reminder. It had been close. Too close. "I wasn't sure I'd still want to be here. Or even have the strength to do this again." She looks over to where her and Rumi's hands are, tiny fingers wrapped around her pointer finger. "But she changed everything."
december 25 ⋮ #inkandhoney
#zoerumi
mira christmas!!
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text conversation mira: merry christmas yve! yve: ... yve: every year, mir? mira: 🙂↕️ yve: i hate you yve: merry christmas eve, or whatever
merry christmas yve!! 🎄
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