thighchomper

The rat who watches



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    It’s cold out. Mid-November. He has a stupidly oversized jacket on, his hands jammed into his pockets as he tilts his head up and squints at the sun, snow in his hair. Looking at him, Zoey realises she’s dressed like herself. She’s wearing one of her own shirts, a pair of her own pants, a jacket Mira bought for her, and shoes Rumi got her on her birthday. Zoey is wearing their necklaces, but they used to trade those all the time.

    She’s wearing her wedding ring from this last forever. She has a necklace with theirs hung on the end.

    Jinu nudges her with his elbow. “Light’s red.”

    Zoey follows along blindly, her eyes stinging with tears. She thinks she might be able to pass it off as the cold breeze blowing against her face if she’s lucky, but she just...

    It’s so beautiful outside. It’s so beautiful and Rumi and Mira aren’t here to see it with her. It’s so beautiful and she would have never known.

    (or, the waiting, falling in love with the world, and a 'see you soon')

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    21 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 55

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    “They didn’t have your favorite,” Rumi says sheepishly, sitting down across from her. “I got you a black sesame cream latte instead. I remember you liked the one I got you a while back.” 

    A while back was nearly four years ago.

    The corner of her lip twitches despite her best efforts not to, and Mira brings the cup up to her lips to hide her smile.

    Or, Rumi and Mira go on a first date—again.

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    18 Apr 2026

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    She doesn't know how she gets to Celine. She aches for acceptance, for the embrace of a mother who has never known her, and if not that, then for the love of the woman who raised her. She has yearned and begged and torn herself apart trying to get it, so it's no wonder that Celine shies away from her.

    She drops to her knees and holds out her sword.

    Rumi is a thing that wants, and she wants to die.

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    canon-divergence sparked by the thought of "what if rumi really *did* lose her markings?" and also contemplating how rumi has definitely contemplated her own death a lot more than that one scene, then choosing the most painful possible option for those questions.

    this was supposed to be a oneshot but I'm attached to it now. oops.

    new note: this work is still being edited! if you re-read it and it looks different, it probably is. currently editing for continuity and characterization. chapter one is pretty much done <3

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    28 Mar 2026

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    “I’m sorry,” Zoey cut in meekly. “I’m just trying to understand—”

    Rumi whirled to face her, and she flinched back. “I’ve explained this to you before. We have insects that are pests and we have insects that are beneficial. If we let the pests live, they do damage, so we kill them. It doesn’t matter if it’s alive—all of them are alive, but some of them need to die.”

    A study of Rumi and bugs.

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    23 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 12

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    Objectively, Mira is many things. Jack-of-all things mechanical and tech. Lone occupant of a ghost town with a near hundred percent mortality rate. Once a hundred years ago, once two years ago.

    She's rebuilt her life before. Another challenge is pretty much second nature to her.

    With a new map, a potential new lead to getting one step closer to achieving the most important goal in her new life, she finds herself below the ruins of a science institute, with the breathing body of a woman from before the end of the world.

    The message left from the people from the old times is another burden to bear. What they want from her. What she wants from her. She can't provide.

    She's not a lifeline, no matter what the starry-eyed woman may make her believe.

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    (Post-apocalyptic ZoeMira AU. Fic inspired by Sad Machine by Porter Robinson.)

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    19 Mar 2026