*also drops Idol AU prompt here* because I KNOW YOU HAVE ONE LAWWWL and I want more :"DDD
/inCOHERENT YELLING lmAO
why did you bring up Idol AU ajghsfhdjashsj. okay, you know what? this is actually one of those AUs that I don’t think I’ll flesh out more or continue I’m bad at modern AU and don’t quite prefer them, so I’m just gonna dump the first paragraphs and the outline draft here. FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT. I hope you’re happy because this is just 100% nonsense and utter crack.
He didn’t actually have to do
this, he knew. There were easier ways—ways
that didn’t include waking up before the crack of dawn at 4 A.M., just so he
could catch the earliest train at 5 A.M.
and be one of the firsts in the line at six; ways that didn’t include standing
for three whole hours in the baking sun, sweat dripping off his temples; ways
that didn’t include jostling through the double doors with the rest of the
crowd once the bookstore opened at nine. He was, after all, one of the authors
listed in the latest BL anthology novel released in stores today—his agent had already sent him a copy
two weeks ago.
All of the furniture in Byron’s house is made of metal. There are cushions, of course, but all of the supports are metal.
It’s not an aesthetic decision. When someone asks why, he simply opens his wallet and hands them an old photograph. It features Roark (who couldn’t have been more than 4 at the time), his newly hatched Cranidos, and piles and piles of broken wooden furniture. Turns out Cranidoses don’t see any difference between the trees they headbutt to train and the wood that makes up a dining room table, for example. The pair got through two whole rooms before the destruction was halted.