Clexa For Life

I'm just your Friendly Neighborhood Overly Dramatic Bisexual™️. Love making new friends and super gay OTPs. Feel free to hit me up if you wanna chat! (she/her) MINORS DNI 21+ ONLY

[c3rvida3]

True Statement: "When you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail."

Truer Statement: "When you mixed too much two-part epoxy that's rapidly setting and you have 300 blank pin backs burning a hole in your craft drawer, everything in your house looks like it might make a cool pin."

[c3rvida3]

What I Set Out to Make:

What I Made Once I Had Elected Myself Mayor of Glue York City:

[izaacaitlin]

Fsh

[dumbbluetiger]

“Cece, are you my appa?”

Celine gasped into her seltzer and choked. Miyeong laughed, loud and delighted at Celine’s shock.

“Baby, you know your Appa. You have pictures of him on your wall, by your bed.”

Rumi blushed, five years old but all too aware that her mother was laughing at her expense. “You said a baby could have two Appas or Eommas or-”

“Yes, you’re right, some babies have two Appas.” Miyeong glanced at Celine, who’d just gotten herself composed and found herself blushing under Miyeong’s playful stare.

“Can’t I have two?”

“Why do you think Cece is your Appa, baby?”

“At school we’re reading a book and the Appa fixes everything around the house and, and, drops the baby off at school and tucks them into bed. And he cooks for the Eomma and makes the Eomma smile a lot. All the time. That’s what Appas do. And you always smile with Cece, Eomma. Always even when she isn’t looking.”

It was Miyeong’s turn to blush, now, and Celine would have reveled in it had her stomach not been doing summersaults at being clocked so easily by the five year old she co-parented with her best friend.

“I. Yeah.” Miyeong sounded distracted. “Good point, baby.”

Celine opened her mouth but found she didn’t know what to say. She cleared her throat.

“Rumi…” She started. “I’m just-”

“Do you want Celine to be your Appa, Rumi?” Miyeong asked, eyes boring into Celine’s now. Again, her stomach seemed to backflip.

“Yeah.”

Celine’s eyes burned. Miyeong tilted her head, a subtle question. Celine nodded. Yes, of course yes – she loved this child as her own flesh and blood. She’d do anything and everything for her. Of course Rumi could call her her Appa, could call her anything.

“Then Celine can be your Appa.” Miyeong said softly. Celine took a shaky breath in. “Celine loves you very much. And she’ll always be here to take care of you. Right?”

“Of course.” Celine whispered.

“So you can call Cece Appa if you want, or you can keep calling her Cece and know in your heart that she’s your Appa and when you need her she’ll be right by your side.”

Rumi nodded with finality. “I knew it.” She said, very seriously. “I always thought you were my Appa too, Cece.”

Celine quickly wiped her eyes, lest Rumi see her Appa cry. “Thank you, baby.” She whispered, striding around the dinner table to lift the kid into her arms and kiss her little cheeks a million times. Rumi giggled. When Celine glanced up, she found Miyeong watching them with such fondness in her eyes she felt weak once more.

[lorelei-lilyprincess]

My Discord for Elsanna Fans

Hi! It’s me, LORELEI. Yes, I’m still around and still very much stuck in the ELSANNA and KPDH fandom.

Sorry that this year I failed again to launch Volume 2 of my Elsanna in Hogwarts AU: EVANESCENCE comic. I got stuck while drawing Chapter 7 and couldn’t continue from there. I realized that I hadn’t planned the overall story well enough. I didn’t want this to be just a porn-with-plot comic. I want the story itself to be engaging too.

Because of that, I asked a writer friend to help me develop the story, and I also have another friend helping with the shading. The storyline is now solid and ready to continue. I’m aiming to finish it within three books, though I’m not sure yet if I can scale it down exactly as planned. Still, we should be able to resume the project very soon.

Anyway, I’ve created a Discord server for dark fantasy Elsanna and RumiCeline ships, where fans can enjoy my Elsanna artwork—as well as works from some of my Elsanna artist friends—in a safe space. I’d also like to invite everyone who has ordered commissions from me since 2014, supported me on Patreon, Fanbox, or Ko-fi, or purchased my books and comics in PDF format to join the Discord for exclusive content. You’ll also be able to contact me directly there, and I can share my project progress updates as well.

Feel free to send me a message to get the Discord link.

[starsp1t]

"Sometimes, Mira thinks she’s the luckiest girl in the world to feel as warm as she does whenever she wakes up and greets the day."

gimme that candyfloss

[theartsyarbiter]

GtC Mira looking at Rumi before everything went bad. Trust.

[madlad-link]

they got a himalayan salt lamp

[art-the-f-up]

the third sunlight sister pays a visit after going away for years of research

[stories-i-guess]

Celine: “Rumi, remember what you asked me to do on the night of the Idol Awards?”

Rumi: “Y-yeah…?”

Celine: “DO IT. TO ME. NOW.”

Rumi: “WHAT?!”

Zoey: “Okay so like where were you with this information like two decades ago?”

Thirdlight: “Look there are not very many books about the secret demon hunters that haven’t been open about their actions in four hundred years, OKAY?!”

Mira: “Wait are we just ignoring the fact that Celine got tackled by Rumi almost immediately after insinuating that Rumi wanted Celine to kill her?”

Thirdlight: “Honestly that was somewhat expected from someone raised solo by Celine….”

Zoey: “WHAT?!”

[iwillberealonceagain]

I'm going to wake up and choose violence. Angst ahead!

Alright, so imagine Mi-yeong's death being one of those vague things in the media. 'Found dead in her home', 'long illness' something obviously by a PR team and nothing official.

Mi-yeong is gone and she's left a baby that's being raised by a guardian, that's all the public gets to know for certain.

Mira, Zoey making the assumption it was hunter related and Rumi doesn't dissuade that idea, agrees noncommittally that demons caused her mother's death.

They go with that idea for years until one of them mentions it around Celine who's immediately on the defensive about it, actually visibly angry at the idea of a demon getting the best of Ryu Mi-yeong how dare they.

"She was ill. She was very ill."

Celine's angry response being so uncharacteristic it actually stuns the two, given her stance on keeping things hidden. A response with more information than she intended to give that leads to Mira doing far too much research on what the fuck 'PPP' and 'PPD' are, and Zoey being clingy to a mortified Rumi for a few days.

It doesn't fully hit why Rumi agreed demon's caused her mother's death until months/years later when they find out she's half-demon.

[dem0nic-child]

What the fuck is going on with the Polytrix fandom why does souptrix exist why is it also just porn like fridgetrix in ao3 please are you all okay are you guys hungry please eat if you're hungry what the fuck this is hilarious and entertaining but are you guys just genuinely hungry or something

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74324446

Go read this I guess??? I found it while reloading my page and??? I'm going to leave you all this to read like I just read, okay?

[dem0nic-child]

What the fuck is going on with the Polytrix fandom why does souptrix exist why is it also just porn like fridgetrix in ao3 please are you all okay are you guys hungry please eat if you're hungry what the fuck this is hilarious and entertaining but are you guys just genuinely hungry or something

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74324446

Go read this I guess??? I found it while reloading my page and??? I'm going to leave you all this to read like I just read, okay?

[byjove]

my mom brought her ILL-BEHAVED, UNWASHED DOG into our HARMONIOUS HOME

[byjove]

this is VERY scary

[byjove]

dog was here again today

good thing no one overreacted

[noodlejaq]

@unicyclehippo Girly going through it ✌️✨✨

[dremenec]

Fanart of 'Pull me to the ground' by SomethingLikeSawyer

Context to those who didn't read (GO READ IT!!!):

Zoemira pick up Rumi at a bar, and in a later chapter are comparing their checklists of preferences and kinks for future hookups.

Rumi as a character is pathologically ignorant to her own needs and is very confused by the concept of partners checking if she's okay after hours of making her beg and cry

[jammatown919]

The idea of Zoey working at McDonald's or something at 16 is still so funny to me, especially when compared to Rumi and Mira's childhoods.

At the same point in time, you have Mira doing fancy piano recitals to impress her parents' friends, Rumi having twice-daily combat training and frequent pop quizzes about the different demon types, and Zoey getting cussed out because someone in the back accidentally put nine chicken nuggets in some guy's ten piece. Fighting with the self-cleaning ice cream machine because like eight people want McFlurries and it's been inoperable all the day and everyone in the store is on the "they lie about the machine being down because they don't want to refill it" thing. Scribbling lyrics on napkins when its slow. Being the shortest one there and therefore the one who always has to crawl into and clean the play place. Sneaking fries and nuggets to get her through her shift.

I don't think she likes McDonald's anymore. The girls or Bobby would offer to take her there because "it's American food and you like burgers" and she's like "dear god please no". If someone talks to her while she's cooking or cleaning there's a 1% chance she slips into her customer service voice and says "I'll be right with you, thank you for your patience" and whichever one of her girlfriends just asked if she wanted any help is like "uh... what".

[syrusinthedust]

After the idol awards, Rumi thanks Mira and Zoey for sparing her life.

They do not react well to this.

[gveret-fic]

“Hey, so, I,” Rumi says haltingly, “I never said thank you.”

“Mm? For what?” Zoey puts down her notebook and straightens up from where she’d been lounging on the bed.

Rumi looks kind of embarrassed. She rolls a lock of Zoey’s hair between forefinger and thumb. This should be good. “Oh, like. You know.” Rumi laughs ruefully. “Deciding to spare me. That day.”

Mira is still trying to connect the dots—spare what? Which day?—when she sees Zoey’s face fall. It’s like looking at a rapidly progressing chemical reaction and trying to figure out what it is before it’s done. And then the momentum catches up with her, too, and her blissful ignorance goes splat.

“Rumi,” Mira says in her most dangerous voice. “Tell me you are not fucking talking about the fucking Idol Awards.”

Rumi doesn’t look cowed. She looks petulant. “You specifically said we could talk about it.”

“Didn’t I also fucking say not to fucking apologize again?”

“I’m not apologizing! I’m saying thank you!” Rumi says indignantly. “I mean it. I know not everybody would have. I think most people wouldn’t. I think… it just feels very special to me, that you did.”

“Special?” Mira feels like she's been stabbed. “It’s special that we didn’t fucking murder you where you stood?”

Rumi flinches, and Mira feels like the biggest fucking asshole, kicking puppies who don’t even think they deserve to live. 

But this kicked dog really, really dislikes losing arguments, and she’s never seen a hill she’s unwilling to—to—build a home and live to old age on. “It wouldn’t have been murder,” Rumi says primly. “‘Execution’ would be more accurate.” 

Mira can feel the blood rushing to her head. “Oh wow, should we pull out the fucking dictionary?”

“You’d only have been doing your duty. It should’ve been your first instinct, actually.”

“Sorry, are you scolding me right now for not skewering you through the stomach like kkochi?”

“Well, given your extensive training, it would’ve been reasonable to expect—”

“Will you shut up about the fucking training, you’re not—”

“Mira,” Zoey murmurs, and her hand is wrapped loosely around Mira’s wrist; has been, Mira realizes with a guilty jolt, throughout most of this conversation.

Mira purses her mouth and looks away. She feels abruptly on the edge of tears. But Rumi’s still going.

“I am a demon. I am. There is exactly one category of person you are supposed to kill, and I am in it.” Her back is straight, her face clear. It’s so incongruous, hearing her say these awful things, sitting on Zoey’s bed, wearing her trains-and-teddy-bears PJs. “But you didn’t. So I just wanted you to know that I am grateful, that’s all.”

Mira has nothing to say. If she opens her mouth right now, she will either scream or cry.

Zoey comes to her rescue, her knight in baggy sportswear. “Rumi,” she says gently, “have you ever considered that maybe you don’t deserve to die just for looking kind of scary?”

Rumi grimaces. “It’s not just that, Zoey, you know that. My voice can hurt the Honmoon. I could be a danger to the safety of the whole world. I was.”

“No you fucking weren’t,” Mira snaps. “You saved it. You made it better.” 

Zoey nods. “You make things better, Rumi.”

But Rumi is shaking her head. “There was no way to tell. When I was a baby—”

“Great! Now we should be killing babies.”

“I didn’t say that,” Rumi hedges. “But I am grateful to Celine, too. She—”

“Will you stop being fucking grateful!” Mira’s heart is racing. She’s going to pick a fight. “You think you’re only alive by the grace of our benevolence, is that it?”

Rumi meets her eyes, and says plainly, “Yes.”

Mira barrels on. It’s nothing she hadn’t expected. “Wanna repay your debts, then?”

Rumi visibly balks at that. Mira wants to strangle her. Wants to wrap her in the world’s most careful hug. Wants to lay on top of her and tuck every limb around her and never let her get back up. 

“Gonna be costly,” Mira warns her.

Predictably, Rumi firms. The little shit cannot resist a challenge. She nods resolutely.

“Great. Let’s start with this. Repeat after me: ‘I, Ryu Rumi’,” Mira directs.

Rumi squints suspiciously, but dutifully repeats, “I, Ryu Rumi.”

“‘Am not.’”

“Am not,” Rumi parrots.

“‘Fucking expendable.’”

Rumi stares at her, mouth hanging open. Of course she can’t say it.

“‘The people who love me are not doing me a favor by not hurting me,’” Mira continues pointedly.

Zoey’s hand slides down to interlace with Mira’s. “‘It’s reasonable for me to expect to be treated with the same care and consideration I consistently show others.’”

“‘Carrying the potential for danger, much like every other fucking person on the planet, doesn’t make me a liability.’”

“‘Plus, I’m really fucking hot,’” says Zoey. Mira loves her so fucking much it’s insane.

She plays along. “‘I am slowly expanding my wardrobe beyond three shirts and one sweater.’”

“‘I admit to sneakily eating the last kkwabaegi.’”

“‘I am not as good as Mira at Mario Kart.’”

“‘I have terrible taste in foreign movies.’”

“‘My guitar collection is medium-sized.’” Rumi gasps indignantly at that one.

“‘I am a pleasure to have in the polycule,’” is Zoey’s next contribution, which prompts Mira to go for the jugular.

“‘I am deeply, sincerely, passionately loved.’”

Rumi’s perfect posture crumples. She lets out a noise somewhere between wounded seal and affectionate tiger. And then she’s barreling into the two of them.

“Sorry. Sorry,” she mumbles as she grabs at them, squeezing them firmly in the inescapable vise of her arms. She burrows her face in, rubbing her cheek over Zoey’s hair, Mira’s cheek. “I love you too.”

Mira shifts her position so she can spread out her legs and wrap them loosely around both of her girls, penning them in. Zoey squeezes her hand and reaches out to stroke over Rumi’s face with a thumb, following the stripe bisecting her eyebrow. Rumi makes a shockingly endearing whuffling sound and nuzzles into her palm.

“Stop being grateful for things you should take for granted, okay?” Zoey says, voice low.

“And if you don’t know what you’re supposed to take for granted—which I know you fucking don’t—ask, and we’ll tell you.”

“Here’s a freebie: number one is ‘not being brutally dismembered by the corporeal manifestation of your lovers’ souls’.”

Rumi lets out a soggy laugh. “Okay. Yeah.”

“Yeah? Sure you don’t need to repeat that one a few dozen times?”

Rumi huffs out another soft laugh, then takes a deep breath. She lifts her chin, and says, with her pitch perfect diction, “I am not expendable.”

“Damn straight,” says Zoey.

Mira sighs, lets her forehead drop onto Rumi’s firm, lovely, rounded shoulder. “Okay,” she breathes, affection and relief and sticky, lingering anxiety. “That’s a good start.” 

[ramona-starlight]

the life of a kpop idol sure is strange

[aymmgreen]