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Xela (zee-la). She/her. Writer. Closer to 30 than 18.

FANDOMS: Love and Deepspace, Mystic Messenger, Tears of Themis, The Ssum.

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Friends You Make in the Dark (Sylus x Reader)

You try to keep the urge to self-harm to yourself after your situationship ended things with you, but it’s not easy when you’re breaking down at Sylus’s spare apartment.

Endless Nightmare (Caleb x MC)

Complications arise when Caleb conducts the Toring Chip dissolution on MC. She gets trapped in her worst nightmare and loses her memory every time he attempts the procedure, so he keeps her in his house while he finds the solution.

But time is running out. Every wasted minute damages her health. And she’s struggling to hold on.

Thank You for the Food (Jumin x Reader)

Living alone is fun and liberating until you fall sick and there’s no one to ask for help when you’re too tired to cook or fetch your own food. This is a lighthearted wintry story for anyone who needs a holiday pick-me-up.

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WARNING: This blog contains mature themes, dark content, and mental health issues. Don’t interact if you’re uncomfortable or a minor. Don’t be rude or start a discourse on my blog. I will block accounts and delete comments and asks that violate these rules.

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Another Poomang Quiz~

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Tagging: Anyone who sees this and tag your friends!

idk if i’d say im easy to persuade. im very indecisive but that doesn’t mean im a pushover lol

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Scientifically proven by how I structure my translation posts and fics. I also thought I’d got better in emotional expression but I remember my doctor appointments where he periodically checks on my pain level and I always say yes, very painful, with a straight face so now he’s always reminding me to give an obvious signal and rate it on a scale. I do not know how to emote pain y'all.

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Tagging @brighteststar707 @natasha-in-space @pinepickled @catsomi @calebified @blessdunrest @terriblesoup @pensola @aenishas and anyone else!

Also, what (kinks?) I’ve gathered from like every hot and heavy card I have acquired so far in LADS:

Sylus is a mega switch, but his foreplay is you being forceful with him.

Zayne is really, really into role play. I don’t just mean like “I’m the doctor you’re the patient” I mean like “We’re strangers that met in a bar and fuck in the back alley” and honestly I think it may have something to do with allowing himself to not be HIM for a while and turn his brain off.

Rafayel is the true brat tamer of the group, which I think came as the biggest surprise to me. He’s willing to play and let you have your fun and the illusion of control, but when he’s done you’re so fucking toast dude.

Xavier is much more the soft dom-leaning one.

Caleb….coming out of left field with his recent 4 star card…for as much as he dotes and loves on you and bends to your every whim in daily life…….that man was the biggest dom. Like not even playful like Xavier and Raf were, but the kind of dom that was like “I’m not playing. Do this now.” And “Stop whining, you can take it.”

As One So Half

Han Jumin x MC

Jumin goes to V's house after burying him, marking the first time he visits without his friend waiting on the porch.

Based on the Secret Ending with some changes, most notably the MC being romantically involved with Jumin instead of Saeyoung. How differently would Jumin grieve if he had someone by his side?

CW: graphic descriptions of death and grief

Words: 6k

Masterlist | Read on AO3

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Grief had hung upon V and him for as long as Jumin could remember. At times, it was a shadow lurking in the dark. Other times, it was a crushing weight that broke his ribcage in. From the moment Jumin crashed his toy car into V's house and V bargained for his friendship in exchange for forgiveness, they had invited grief to sit with them like a premonition. Their friendship started with an accident and ended with one.

The clamour at Mint Eye still reverberated in Jumin's ears. How his security guards broke through the cult doors and he caught a mop of turquoise hair on the ground, stupidly relieved that V was finally within reach and Jumin could ask him everything he had been holding back. How the relief was brusquely cut with terror when it dawned on him that it was V, sprawled on the floor, unmoving.

Jumin had rushed in and almost slipped in his own friend's crimson blood, finding purchase on his still warm hand and feeling for his pulse and came back with nothing. He had pulled V into his lap and saw V's head drop without resistance, noticed his chest not rising and falling and thought the sensation of it unnerving. He had pressed on V's gunshot wound, willing the blood to stop flowing. No words could come out of his throat. He closed V's clouded mint eyes with stiff fingers and both knees in the pool of blood.

The blood was warm and had soaked into his dress pants. He could still feel the fabric clinging to his legs.

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