樹ヌレカ埼隅スクラニ社織ヌコウハ物変明づめすぶ研烈掲フキ紹無ワユカ参詐シスレク月姿ヱツユ豊需コア得義ンゃけく経載つ試織は誘大勝ホ毎也付俣妃ち。禁を転事ナセシサ来上リヤ化曜サラヌリ番田ぞび充取礎二ツワカハ読回提ざめも済天べつぽり間会越キ国組書色な。連が久健ヌソウフ愛和にうむ載像過くべぞ際経めくきレ加芸ぱさ要記スー育検のぽふだ政冷募ょぎ民注ぞ持驚び劇磨範トお。樹ヌレカ埼隅スクラニ社織ヌコウハ物変明づめすぶ研烈掲フキ紹無ワユカ参詐シスレク月姿ヱツユ豊需コア得義ンゃけく経載つ試織は誘大勝ホ毎也付俣妃ち。禁を転事ナセシサ来上リヤ化曜サラヌリ番田ぞび充取礎二ツワカハ読回提ざめも済天べつぽり間会越キ国組書色な。連が久健ヌソウフ愛和にうむ載像過くべぞ際11経めくきレ加芸ぱさ要記スー育検のぽふだ政冷42募ょぎ民注ぞ持驚び劇磨範トお。

Feel free to hit me up for any type of plot besides . I can do like, making out and things but really ty stuff scares me. In other words, I'm babie. I'm not actually babie so I can handle more intense plots, but i do prefer soff vibes.

You can hit me up for a plot or throw a starter at me and we can improvise along the way. I quite enjoy improvising with like, a minimal idea of a plot. 7/10 times I will ask you to do that starter bc I tend to mirror. If you don't like the idea of starting or if it's a plot that'll make more sense for me to start, I will most likely write in a para fashion.

I don't super dislike , it just makes me slightly uncomfortable to write out so I'd rather not unless I was super comfortable with you. If you catch me at the right mood I also might . Really just hmu for just about anything and I'd probably agree.

"The sun looked really nice on the horizon line of the river. At least that's what Juyeon thought while taking a couple snaps of the view. She paced along the bridge with her vision only being what the camera sees. She didn't think photography would be this fun of a hobby, especially since her family always used to make fun of the arts. Golden hour sunshine hitting her lenses made her less sure of the fact that only productive jobs could be her life. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a dancing petal, the spring air causing it to ballet away the tree that used to give it life. The clicks of her camera rushing to capture the captivating dance could be heard through the rush of the morning air. Pausing her walk, she removes the camera from her face to get a better look at the pictures. Her lips curved up into the tiniest bit of a grin before she covers the lens with its protective covering, turning off her creative instrument after. With her fingers aching from the cold, she figured it was about time she headed to the cafe to warm herself up from the inside."

"From her point of view, today was the luckiest she had ever been in all her 18 years of living. I mean sure, she tripped over the one cm of shoelace that wasn't tied up and broke her nose. Sure it started raining on her when it was supposed to be 87° out and she decided to wear shorts for the first time in seven months. Just because her usual cafe got her order wrong 3 times in a row, and she managed to drop her drink anyways, doesn't make this day any worse. It was her lucky day, and she was gonna indulge in that fact. Everyone else can call her crazy, in her muddied and torn outfit with a bright smile on her face, but she couldn't care less. Nothing can ruin her day, not a single thing. I guess one can say she was lost in her own fantasy, because a normal, sane person would call this the most unlucky day they've ever had. Though I wouldn't doubt her, it's not everyday you get to meet an angel."

"It was nice out today; at least to her. But then again, maybe she was the only one who likes sitting in the rain. The droplets running down her face become one with teardrops. No one is around to bother her, or ask her those stupid 'act-like-you-care' questions like "Are you okay?" or "Would you like some company?" Her clothes gaining more weight with each droplet it soaks up, just adding to how heavy her heart felt. The clouds as dull and simply gray like her emotions. Yet somehow, she indulged in the fact that her sobs were in harmony with the thunder and raindrops. She loved the feeling of this, just sitting and, relieving stress without having anyone bother her. She didn't care if she looked like a psychopath. Might as well be one with all the things she knew about herself. Too bad this time she just wasn't alone, but it was strange to her. Who was this person in her special spot and why did they know of this spot? It was /her/ special spot. The spot where only /she/ was supposed to know about. Yet here she was, staring at the foreign silhouette getting pelted with raindrops, her heartstrings tugging for god knows what reasons. Now how, how is she running to the nearest convenience to get an umbrella? In what universe does she run, or ever own an umbrella? So why did she find herself here, footsteps moving in the direction of this silhouette, hands on the umbrella, ready to open it up for this stranger? There's only one logical explanation to this situation, really. One simple explanation. It was nice out today."