I went into foad thinking I’m writing a plot driven romance suspense story. Turns out 55k words in, I’m writing yet another character driven lit fic with heavy themes of old wounds and identity and love and fear and grief and self worth
Funny how this happens
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i know i low restricted today but the fact like a third of my calories came from chocolate still upsets meeee like it was only 100 cal rounding up but its killing me rn hhhhhh
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me, a bit stubbornly: nope, i don't like thirty seconds to mars' new music, it's not my kind of thing
thirty seconds to mars: releases life is beautiful
me: wellllll fuck
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Also (same anon) I'm sorry if I sound aggressive or annoying, I really don't mean to, it's difficult on text. I'm just... Weirdly passionate about the subject cause I've discussed it very in depth already 😂
it's fine i'll have my own opinion anyway unless someone talks to makeup team and brings me actual facts. bc if they DIDN'T use extensions, it makes the whole thing much worse
id really like to know how you can fuck up one's hair like THIS
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@subtextsays requested wuju bakery, almost kiss or kissing in the rain - happy ending. i was feeling some type of way so uhhh here we go (it was a relatively quick one, so i hope it’s okay!)
Raon sits in the corner or the bakery, sipping his new favourite drink – Wuju called it a cinnamon latte – and continues with his daily study of the human race.
A pair of them had come running in just moments ago, holding hands and giggling, as they tried to get away from the sudden downpour.
They are dressed in the same clothes: a white button up shirt, a black skirt, white socks, and black dress shoes. He knows they are from a place called high school. Raon still doesn’t know why it’s called high school when it’s downhill, but Wuju had only laughed at him when he asked.
Raon watches as Wuju smiles at the two humans and talks them through the menu. The corners of his eyes crinkle with each smile directed towards them, and Raon feels a little out of sorts, but that quickly goes away when Wuju spies Raon from the corner of his eye and gives him a quick wink.
Raon takes another happy sip of his drink.
It’s warm and the smell of cinnamon curls around him like a dream.
Wuju is still talking to the two humans. It’s only been minutes, but it feels like it’s been hours.
Why are they taking so long?
Raon can’t distinguish any of the words being communicated under the dull drumming on the roof and the roar of the sky. The rain is distracting and Raon wants to go outside to hear what the clouds have to say – without the wood and the stone and the glass of the bakery in his way – but he wants to hear what Wuju is saying even more.
Wuju is smiling again.
Laughing.
There is a sudden crack and a loud rumble of thunder above them, and the rain comes down even harder.
The lights flicker, briefly.
Raon takes another sip from his mug. This time the cinnamon in his drink feels sharper. Less comforting.
Raon narrows his eyes and watches as Wuju goes behind the counter and pulls out two small plates. Wuju grabs a triangular cake server and carefully sets a slice of dark brown cake onto each plate. He loads them onto a serving tray and walks towards the two humans who are now seated at a table on the other side of the room.
Wuju places one of the plates on their table and turns towards Raon.
Something in Raon unfurls at the soft upward curl of Wuju’s lips. He’s so busy staring that he hardly notices the second cake has been placed in front of him until those lips are suddenly brushing near his face and across his cheek.
“Sorry. Were you getting hangry?”
Raon tilts his head away from Wuju and slowly repeats the new unfamiliar word. “Hangry?”
“Yeah,” Wuju is laughing again and Raon beams. “Hangry. When you’re so hungry you’re angry. You looked like you wanted to eat something, and then you wouldn’t stop glaring.”
Raon nods, happy to have learned more Earthling lingo.
Wuju settles himself down in the chair beside Raon and bumps their shoulders together.
“Here,” he says and shovels a forkful of cake into Raon’s mouth.
The cake is rich and heavy on his tongue, but when he takes another sip of his cinnamon latte, everything tastes perfect.
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The initial credit for Angus belongs to @called-kept. The concept is that he's a clown who was meant to have a Tall, Godlike Physique, only he ended up REALLY SHORT and REALLY BUFF. whoops! he's still very strong but he's a short king. he's got ptsd from the military but more importantly he has a hardworking attitude. that's what he tells himself, anyway.
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