RakshaTheDemon
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After being exposed on stage at the Idol Awards, Rumi finds herself faced with the real Mira and Zoey...and her own doppelganger. How can she convince them that she's the real Rumi?
Based on a tumblr comic.
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got an army of lions (to ruin everything) by RakshaTheDemon
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
15 Dec 2020
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When the crew of the Yinglong discovers Azula's birthday is coming up, clearly their littlest firebender needs a surprise party. What could possibly go wrong?
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- Part 6 of salt and ashes
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looking back it seemed so simple (but having done it it's not the same) by RakshaTheDemon
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
23 Aug 2020
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A look at Enlai's decision to leave the ship, set during chapter 5 of the sun don't shine underground.
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- Part 3 of salt and ashes
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woke up in a ditch (still in uniform) by RakshaTheDemon
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
10 Aug 2020
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It is a great honor to serve on any ship in the Fire Navy, save one.
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- Part 2 of salt and ashes
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The Frozen/Good Place crossover that nobody asked for. Elsa, Anna, Hans, and Kristoff are dead. But it's not all bad, because they made it into the Good Place--and they even get to be in the same Neighborhood!
What could possibly go wrong?
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In which Ozai is a little more forward-thinking, Zuko is the favored child, and Azula draws the short straw.
The world tilted a little sideways.
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"Which means you," Dr. Choi turns to the other woman, "are my two o'clock appointment. Ryu Rumi?"
"Yes," she says, standing up and extending her hand for a handshake. She has a diplomatic smile on her face, charming and practiced to perfection. Mira can hardly imagine what it's like to be on the receiving end of it.
Dr. Choi, however, is apparently immune. She puts one hand on her waist and looks up at Rumi with a glare. She holds Rumi's client file up with her other.
"Rumi-nim, respectfully, this is the worst intake form I've ever seen in my life. "
Mira holds back a snicker.
Or what if Rumi was werewolf but also was a college professor, and what if Zoey was a vet, and what if Mira had 5 cats and one had IBS too, and they were in a romantic comedy what then
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- Part 6 of Polytrix Fluff
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The client hadn’t really requested anything at all; their emails had been almost overly polite, if not jarringly formal, and had selected only the most vanilla options on the questionnaire she provided. Certainly a far cry from the standard practices of her usual clientele, but this one had paid upfront and picked this expensive hotel, and Mira’s fees are dear enough on their own that she had been coloured intrigued.
Mira takes a left down the hallway after leaving the elevator and finds herself at the door to the room. She doesn’t steel herself—doesn’t need to. She can handle anything. Has handled most things. Mira swipes the keycard and lets herself in.
The person sitting on the bed is probably the last thing she expects.
In which Mira is a professional, Rumi is socially inept, and Zoey is also there. Let's hope nobody catches feelings.
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paint my frozen heart with fire by arendellesfirstwinter
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
02 Feb 2026
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So that’s it, huh.
Mira does a better job at stifling her tears than Zoey, but she still feels a few warm drops run down her cheeks.
The hopes and dreams of being an idol at Sunlight Entertainment—hell, of being anything—are gone with a handwave from some guy in a suit and a paper that says “Thanks for auditioning”.
Before she can storm out as quickly as possible to save what little face she has left, Mira turns on her heel and freezes at the sight of Celine, the CEO of Sunlight Entertainment, watching her. That odd woman with the purple braid and mask floats behind her, eyes gleaming.
“Mira. Zoey.” Celine steps towards them. “Before you leave, I have an offer I’d like you to consider.”
Or: When Mira and Zoey, both running from difficult pasts, audition to become idols at Sunlight Entertainment (famous for its mysterious headliner idol Hunter) and fail, all hopes of meeting and training under Hunter go out the window until Celine makes them a different, surprise offer: train under Celine’s unknown ward Rumi instead.
(“Why us?” Zoey asks.
“Honestly,” Rumi says, “I think you're both really weird.”
Oh. Mira might kill her.)
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In hindsight, it should have been obvious. The way Rumi refused to go to the bathhouse, her bizarre relationship with Celine, this whole thing with the Saja Boys? Mira prided herself on reading people, and she felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. The pieces were all there, just waiting to be put together.
Rumi was gay.
The night after the joint signing with the Saja Boys, Mira went to confront Rumi about her ongoing weird behavior. Instead of letting hurt feelings drive the conversation, Mira took a minute to try and figure out what might be wrong. Unfortunately, she came to the completely wrong conclusion.
Misunderstandings ensue. They talk it out.
For better or worse, everything changes.
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- Part 2 of it gets dumber
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Rumi, Mira and Zoey end up attending the same interspecies college, and get randomly assigned as roommates.
Demon Rumi, Vampire Mira, and Werewolf Zoey - What could go wrong?
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The vampire looked down slowly at the mess on her clothes, then back up.Rumi’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted out.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” the girl said, her voice cold and flat.
Rumi stepped forward without thinking, pressing the flimsy paper napkin against the slick black leather covered in her lunch.
“I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered, every syllable tripping over the last. “I didn’t mean—I wasn’t looking and—”
“You didn’t mean to walk straight?” the vampire snapped, voice slicing clean through her apology. “Or use eyes that work?”
Up close, the vampire’s presence hit like a cold front.
Terrifying, her instincts offered.
Beautiful, her brain added unhelpfully.
And here she was… rubbing at her chest.
The motion was clumsy and awkward—her brain screaming at her to help clean while her hands were busy doing exactly the kind of contact you’d never want to initiate with a stranger.