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jiscns‌:

jisun practically skidded to a stop as his eyes landed on his roommate, clutching sonic closer to his chest. he shouldn’t be like this around her, but he can’t help but feel his heart pounding in his chest. he’s the one making this situation between awakard and he knows it, yet when he looks at her he can’t not feel as though everything as shifted. the worst part is he can’t tell if she feels it too, did she even remember that night as clearly as him ? “ uh , it’s not what it looks like i swear , “ he stumbles slightly on his words as he tries to defend himself. “ the door was only open for like five minutes, tops ! “ his voice turns more grumbly this time, “ i ordered pizza and i guess i didn’t shut the door fully behind … i was really hungry … “ nervously he rubs at the back of his neck, quickly averting his eyes from her. he’s quick to change the subject, not wanting to get nagged again for letting sonic out, “ - are you just getting back from the rink ? “

a soft sigh slips past her lips at the mention of jisun leaving the door open. but she couldn’t find it in her heart at the current moment to be mad at him.  “  just please make sure to shut the door next time, okay  ?  we don’t need anything happening to sonic.  ”  she responded, reaching over to pet the dog softly.  “  yeah.  ”  she responded, motioning to the bag on her shoulder.  “  had a great practice, i fell and smacked my head on the ice. so i just decided to head home early.  ”  she was partially telling the truth. if she was completely honest, there was a part of her that wanted to get home to see jisun. she remembers that night better then she should, and that was a problem. because now, it was the only thing that seemed to occupy her mind. should i say something about it  ?  should i avoid it  ?  those were the questions that ran through her head whenever she was home with jisun. and she didn’t know which one was the right one, so she just figured that if jisun really wanted to talk about it, or even remembered it. he would say something. but she knew that probably wasn’t the case.

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outgoing mssg to → BLANK  ✉️

valentine 🤑: hi im h word :(

valentine 🤑: ik u probably don't CARE

valentine 🤑: i just thot everyone should know 👀

angela: hi h word, i'm angela

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destrctives‌:

           “  pathetic  .  “  reply  comes  out  quick  ,  no  hesitation  in  making  that  decision  and  strangely  no  shame  in  admitting  that  fact  .  he  definitely  feels  it  with  his  figure  still  splayed  out  on  the  ground  ,  though  he  slowly  rolls  onto  his  back  .  it’s  only  then  that  he  takes  in  her  attire  ,  amusement  taking  over  from  his  previous  misery  .  sure  ,  he’s  laying  on  the  ground  from  a  dramatic  fall  down  a  staircase  ,  but  the  lasso  really  did  something  extra  for  the  scenario  .  “  if  you’re  wonder  woman  ,  why  didn’t  you  save  me  from  that  fall  ?  god  .  .  .  superheros  these  days  ,  so  fuckin’  useless  .  you  know  who  woulda  saved  me  ?  spiderman  .  that’s  why  marvel’s  better  ,  “  he  decides  ,  still  ignoring  his  camera  ,  though  slowly  he  sits  up  and  leans  over  to  take  his  camera  ,  quickly  analyzing  it  over  .  no  notable  damage  to  be  seen  ,  he  lets  out  a  breath  of  relief  ,  his  attention  back  on  angela  once  more  .  “  so  ,  tell  me  ,  did  my  fall  push  me  a  few  months  in  the  future  ,  to  halloween  ,  or  .  .  .  ? “  

“  i figured that much.  ”  she responded, watching as he rolled onto his back.  “  sorry chief,  ”  angela began, shrugging her shoulders as she continued talking.  “  i’m off duty for another hour, whatever happens is not my problem.  ”  you’d be surprised how often angela got comments about her attire from people around seattle. more often then not, she ignored the comments. after the first quip from aneglo, she suddenly became very aware of how revealing her costume was. “  ha. ha. you’re so funny.  ”  rolling her eyes, she reached a hand out in his direction.  “  no, it didn’t. now get up.  ”  she responded, motioning for him to grab her hand.

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angela: like ..... watching them or angela: lighting them ??? angela: bc no to the second

closed starter for @anglafm !!

jaesun: you know what would be amazing ?? jaesun: fireworks !! jaesun: tons and tons of fireworks jaesun: right now

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lcsted‌:

𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐘  he’s been teetering on the edge of a very deep sleep for a while now.   although,  it’s hard to gauge just how much time has passed from his seat on the hall floor  ;  sketchbook long abandoned alongside a bag of art supplies beside of him.  down here,  he’s faced with the possibility that there are genuine disadvantages to not having roommates  ––  he definitely counts the keys sitting on his counter as a total defeat.  hands come to cradle his head  &&  he’s almost unwilling to look up at the sound of someone else entering the hall.  ezra lets out a weak laugh,  tries not to sound as defeated as he feels,    ❝  don’t suppose you’re a pro at breaking these fuckin’ locks ?  ❞

maybe it wasn’t just coincidence that angela had decided to not take the elevator today. normally, that’d be what she would use, but she felt like walking today, and it was a good thing she listened to her gut. because here she is now, standing beside ezra who was seemingly locked out of his apartment.  “  uh ... i have bobby pins  ?  you can try to pick the lock maybe  ?  i mean, it normally works in movies.  ”

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* CLOSED TEXT for 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶.

𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓎: shit :(((

𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓎: do u want me to buy u like a juice or smth? idk like.. a kombucha?? im trying to work with u here kjfssdjkn

𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶: really. it's fine, u don't need to buy me anything

𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶: just try to keep it down next time

𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶: i get that u guys are having fun but i do live there too and i have work :~)

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* CLOSED TEXT for 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶.

𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓎: hey ! hope ur day is going well :D

𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓎: i just wanted to apologize on behalf of jisun's behavior and loudness yesterday

𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓎: yknow what i'll apologize for both of us. i hope u got some sleep after i left ://

𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓎: if not i owe you two coffees!

𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶: i didn't but thank u anyways

𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶: i don't drink coffee, i don't actually drink any caffeine

𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶: just water and juice for this girl !

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it wasn’t often that angela was up this early, but like the idiot she is, she completely forgot she had a party today and her costume hadn’t been washed. so that’s why she could be found down in the laundry room at this moment. seeing as it was seven am, she was obviously pretty out of it. her eyes were half-open as she sat on top of the machine, fighting the urge to nap right there.  “  what  ?  ”  she asked, having been totally out of it before lia asked her a question.  “  no clue how you can pay me back for laundry detergent but... sure.  ”  she responded, stretching her arm out, the detergent in hand.  “  go crazy.  ”

           on one of the rare morning’s lia had off from work, she preferred to do laundry instead of sleeping in. her internal alarm clock waking her up regardless of whether or not she had shift, but it was perfect because she would have the laundromat to herself – or at least she thinks that the people she knew wouldn’t be up at seven in the morning slipping coins into the washing machines. earbuds plugged in and her thermos of coffee set on the folding counter, lia gets to work separating her clothes by color, singing quietly under her breath to her playlist. it isn’t until moments later with wide eyes that she realizes she forgot the detergent, all her clothes already soaked inside the machines. “ shit. ” she mumbles quietly, ripping one of her earbuds out.  she clearly doesn’t want to go back upstairs for her own, whining quietly as she stomps her foot on the ground with balled fists before spinning around. “ oh, ” the words slip past her lips as she realizes she had a small audience for her miniature fit, “ you – uh –” however, lia ignored the blush on her cheeks as her eyes zeroed in on the detergent in the other’s hand, “ you mind if i steal some of that ? i’ll pay you back. ”

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angela had been feeling self-pity all day considering that at the current moment she was dressed as wonder woman, lasso and all, and she would soon have to make the long walk to the party that had hired her. she thought that was the most embarrassing thing that could happen to anyone, but obviously, she was wrong. her eyes went wide as she watched the other tumble down the steps. angela wouldn’t lie, for a good second, she thought he might be dead. but when he lifted this head, she hurried the rest of the way down the stairs.   “  you’re going to stay there ? are you that hurt, or just that pathetic ?  ”  angela quipped, using her foot to scoot the camera a bit closer to angelo.

             fuck .  fuck  ,  fuck  .  angelo  wasn’t  clumsy  ,  he  did  a  fan-fucking-tastic  job  staying  upright  ;  on  his  two  feet  ,  despite  whatever  heavy  weight  boots  he  shoved  them  into  .  so  why  now  ?  now  that  he  held  his  expensive  camera ,  fingers  tightly  wound  around  to  avoid  slipping  out  of  his  grip  ,  and  now  he  trips  down  the  stairs  .  he  isn’t  even  sure  what’s  worse  ;  that  his  camera  was  now  inches  away  on  the  ground  (  potentially  shattered  ,  angelo  hadn’t  gained  enough  bravery  to  take  a peak  at  the  damage  just  yet  )  ,  or  that  someone  else  was  on  the  staircase  with  him  ,  witnessing  the  dramatic  fall  from  start  to  humiliating  finish .  he  wasn’t  hurt  ,  a  bruise  or  two  and  a  knock  of  wind  that  he  was  slowly  regaining  ,  but  nothing  beyond  a  fear  to  lift  his  head  and  see  his  biggest  nightmare  was  a  reality  .  thus  his  nose  was  pressed  against  the  ground  ,  grunting  as  he  oh-so-carefully  gained  enough  bravery  to  begin  lifting  his  head  to  eye  his  camera  .  “  fucking  fuck  ,  “  he  finally  gasps  out  ,  reaching  out  for  his  camera  ,  but  it  remains  just  out  of  reach  .  a  whine  ,  more  pathetic  than  angelo  usually  allows  ,  his  vision  blurred  by  long  black  hair  that  he  doesn’t  have  the  energy  to  move  .  “  ya  know  what  ?  i’m  just  gonna  fucking  .   .  .  stay  here  .  fuck  it  .  blissful  ignorance  .  “  

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angela had just come from the ice rink after a very.. eventful practice. and by eventful, she meant that she managed to fall and smack her head on the ice making her lesson end early. so, with a giant headache and a knot slowly begining to form on her head, she began on the trek home. once she reached her floor, angela heard a familar voice call out down the hallway, causing her head to fall.  “  hi  sonic.  ”  she cooed, squatting down to pet the dog that just stopped right in front of her.  “  did daddy let you loose ?  ”  as the pomeranian was scooped up, angela rose back to her feet crossing her arms in an attempt to look upset.  “  jisun, what happened  ?  ”

    “ aye , sonic ! “ jisun’s voice called out as he skidded to the a stop down the hallway. he probably looked like a chicken with his head cut off the way he was scurry back and forth in through the complex. it had been a mistake really, he didn’t mean to leave his apartment door open. it was open five minutes tops, but apparently five minutes was enough for the little pomeranian to make a break for it. turning the corner his eyes immediately spotted the ball of fluff in the middle of the hall, “ … oh thank fucking god , “ he stutters out running to the dog’s side, scooping it up in one swift motion. “ he wasn’t bothering you right ? i swear i turn my back for two seconds and the little rascal thinks it’s prison break time , “ he jokes lamely turning towards the other presence in the hall ( that he may or may not have noticed till right then ) . 

[anglafm]

hi ! if we haven’t plotted, i’d love to do that before i reply to anything so pls like this if you’d like to plot, and i’ll come to u !

[anglafm]

hello friends ! my name is gen, and i’m super excited to be here ! i’m 19, i use she/her and reside in the est timezone ! this here is my darling, angela or ella for short ! she’s a brand new muse so i’m very excited to develop her with all your muses. under the cut, you’ll find some information about her ! i’m sorry if theres not a lot, like i said she’s a new muse and i’m honestly kinda making this up as i go so ! please like this post if you’d like to plot, and i’ll come to u asap. we can do it over discord or in ims, it truly makes no different to me ! thanks for listening to me ramble, and i can’t wait until tomorrow !

— yeh shuhua. she/her. cisfemale. | was that angela tsai i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the nineteen year old spends most of their time working as a party entertainer , but i’ve always just seen them figure skating at the local ice rink . they live in apt 3C and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of a never-ending supply of hair ties and bobby pins, the smell of fresh linen, hiding under blankets.

* ( &. 001. | angela tsai comes from a very prestigious family. her father is a well-known lawyer around tacoma ( her hometown ), and a graduate of harvard law school. while angelas mother is a cardiovascular surgeon and a graduate of john hopkins university. both of her parents are very well known around tacoma by the community, which means angela is too. but, for angela, she was always looked down on by the community and her parents almost for never really making something great of herself like her parents.

* ( &. 002. | angela grew up like a normal child, there was no pressure on her to become something great until she was up into high school. she lived life as just another child until then. she had a great set of friends, she had barbie dolls galore, she had everything a child could have wanted. but when she began to get into middle school, people began to look at angela weird. no one ever spoke of it until she was finally starting her freshman year. when she started high school, there was this pressure put on her to get straight a’s as the daughter of a harvard graduate, and the daughter of a surgeon.

* ( &. 003. | the pressure was never put on her by her parents until pressure was being put on them. it’s safe to say that the tsais were very weak-willed. as more pressure was put on her parents to push their daughter, that just put more pressure on poor little fourteen-year-old angela. but she allowed the pressure to get to her. so, angela started ignoring her friends until they were completely cut off from her. school work became her number one priority.

* ( &. 004. | not remarkable in angelas four years of high school, she continued on with getting straight as. but when senior year came around, that was when everything really started happening. angela got a packet in the mail stating that she was accepted with a FULL RIDE to stanford university for phsyics. her parents, and the rest of the community were so proud of her for finally doing what they had all wanted her to do.

* ( &. 005. | but what they didn’t know was that angela wasn’t interested in pursuing physics, for what she really loved, and wanted to pursue was figure skating. ever since she was a young girl, she was always fascinated with it. when her parents used to watch the olympics, the only part she really paid attention to was the figure skating. the skaters looked so graceful, and beautiful. and someday angela wanted to do that.

* ( &. 006. | the night of graduation, angela finally came clean and told her parents that she wasn’t going to stanford, and that she was going to pass up on the scholarship. instead, angela told them that she decided she was going to move out to seattle and pursue figure skatings which caused all hell to break out in the tsai household that night. things were thrown, bonds were broken, hurt was given out. angela will never forget the look on her fathers face when he told her that she was a disgrace to the tsai family name, and that as far as he was concerned, angela wasn’t his daughter anymore.

* ( &. 007. | soon after, she moved to seattle and started taking figure skating lessons. after the terror that was graduation night, angela was happy that she was feeling like herself again considering how big of a toll that took on her.

* ( &. 008. | so, while angela isn’t skilled enough, she doesn’t think, to do any competitions.. she’s currently working as a party entertainer. so basically she works for a company that has a ton of different characters that people can rent for parties. she’s been everything from wonder woman, to violet from the incredibles. she was so lucky to get such a fun job, and while she loves it.. her job, plus figure skating takes up a lot of her time.

* ( &. 009. | personality-wise, i’m not entirely sure where she’ll be going. i have a certain image of her in my head, but it just doesn’t feel right. so we’ll see when we open for interactions.

* ( &. 010. | angela is a very minimalistic person. she loves everything to be as simple, and as clean as possible. she likes crisp clean lines, white everything, it’s just her aesthetic. although sometimes she’ll add flashes of color in places.

* ( &. 011. | she has a bunch of very small tattoos, littered in various places around her body. she got her first one the night after she moved out, and she’s been addicted ever since. see here, here, here, and here.

* ( &. 012. | angela likes to put up this front for everyone, making them think that her life is going great, but deep down, she’s actually very unhappy with her life and no one actually knows. she acts like she’s the best thing around, and as if she doesn’t need anyone, or anything to make her happy, but she’s actually very insecure, and very lonely. she would never admit that to anyone though, she has too much pride to let anyone see how messed up she is, and how lowly she actually thinks of herself.