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Jung-woo [astonished]: There she is…
[The camera focuses to reveal a newborn with sparse locks of pink hair, a narrow face, and sharp, yet gentle features. Ga-eul coos something unintelligible and the newborn grunts in response.]
Ga-eul [hushed]: Our baby girl.
[A slender and calloused finger appears and gently brushes the infant’s cheek. The infant’s face twitches subtly.]
Jung-woo: Kang Mi-rae… little Sparkplug.
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There will be three. One from your kin, one from home, and another from where the western lands meet the sea.
One will not meet your eyes as her soul drowns beneath unspoken guilt, the silence around her will hum with ghost of someone she costed the life of.
One will burn to be seen, her fury will split the air, her hands will tremble, and yet she shall never bow.
One will laugh to keep from breaking, the light in her eyes is borrowed, yet the echo in her smile still remembers what joy should mean.
Together, they must stand where light cannot afford to fall. Their hearts must sing what the darkness tries to bury.
Follow the iridescent thread through shadow and song, and when the three rise as one, the veil will breathe again.
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Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor. [And dream about me.] by iloomil
Fandoms: Wednesday (TV 2022)
28 Jun 2025
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It’s been ten years since Wednesday and Enid have seen each other. After meeting again at their high-school reunion, Enid is in for a shocking revelation.
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Under the prying eyes of a full blood moon, one werewolf has to make another, unleashing a world of possibilities and conflicts.
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Goody isn’t present in order to revive Wednesday, so she toughs it out up until The Hug, then collapses. As her life begins to fade, Enid bites her and makes her a werewolf, which unknowingly brings a world of magic and multiple destinies to light.
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It’s always a little strange, she thinks, once you get something you’ve wanted for so long, especially if it’s the thing, the one big thing that’s always seemed so impossible to imagine ever being yours—but it is, now. It’s Rumi’s now. She’s theirs, now.
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- Part 2 of triptych
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Rumi rolled her eyes in playful exasperation. She slid her hand back to Mira’s waist, steadying her. Before Mira could question her, Rumi’s other hand drifted between their bodies, hovering just above Mira’s crotch.
A soft, warm light bloomed from her palm.
Mira gasped in surprise as delicate threads of light materialized out of thin air, wrapping around her hips and upper thighs. They wove themselves into a sleek, elegant harness that hugged her skin perfectly. At its center, a thick, beautifully curved toy took shape, radiating a shade brighter than Mira’s hair.
Mira shivered as the cool air brushed against her newly formed… member? She really didn’t get a moment to adjust before Rumi’s fingers were on her.
Or, cue the Honmoon equipping its hunters for ANY situation. *wink wink*
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“Yes! You’re overstimulated, Rumi! It’s hard not to clock when you’re all growl-y and bite-y. Which is hot, by the way—I mean, yes! Totally hot, but you also look like you’re in pain soooo—not so hot.” Zoey gestures to the items she brought before she can dive into another tangent. “The headphones! And the blindfold—put them on, unnie. I promise it’ll feel nice!”
The blindfold and headphones go on next, and with them properly on, Rumi’s worldview narrows drastically. Darkness envelops her vision. Quiet surrounds her hearing, and even through the noise-canceling feature of Zoey’s headphones, Rumi can still hear a smidge with her heightened senses. The soul bond remains, allowing Rumi to hear the rhythmic thump of Mira’s and Zoey’s heartbeats; she can hear their soft breaths, the easy inhale and gentle exhale that accompanies every beat. The hum of their resonating souls is soothing with nothing else to block it.
It’s… nice.
It’s so much nicer rather than hearing every sound in existence fighting for limited space inside Rumi’s head.
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or, rumi's overstimulated so mira and zoey suggest sensory deprivation... which leads to a whole new world for rumi
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And, look—Zoey doesn’t mean to do it. She’s honestly pretty surprised at herself. Between Mira, who will only orgasm under pretty specific circumstances, and Rumi, who could probably climax if you just call her a Good Girl and breathe on her right, Zoey has always sat somewhere comfortably around the middle. She’s never had to work especially hard for it, but it’s never completely snuck up on her, either. It must be the heat from the bathhouse getting to her, or the three hours of burning anticipation, or the almost-two weeks of not having both her girls in her arms.
Whatever. The point is: she’s never finished just from Mira putting her fingers in, before.
(OR, Zoey finishes too quickly; Mira and Rumi make her pay for it)
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“I don’t think you touching it would, like, kill me. Probably?”
“Probably,” Mira repeats, entirely unimpressed. “What if we didn’t try potentially life threatening activities at 7PM on a Tuesday evening, instead?”
“Okay, but like. Have you ever read Undertale fanfiction?” Both Rumi and Mira stare blankly at her. “I’m taking that as a no. But if those fanfictions were correct, and fanfiction is rarely ever wrong, then getting your soul fondled probably feels really good.”
Rumi’s jaw drops.
Zoey smiles. “C’mon, Rumes, jerk my soul off.”
“What?!”
“Zoey, it’s a ball of light,” Mira says confidently, like she knows at all what she’s talking about. “I doubt you can even stroke it.”
As if that is at all the biggest problem with the suggestion. "Guys, please—"
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Rumi can see souls, and it turns out she can touch them, too. This ability is not at all misused in any way :)