- A character you hate. You can make them ugly of course.
- Mermaid AU.
- Water. It can vary from rain to a lake to ice cubes. Anything water.
- Eyes. Extra points for both of them. Even more points for a set of three eyes.
- Create an object-for-a-head oc. Those are fun.
- Falling poses.
- Flying poses.
- Make animal hybrids. Whatever you want. Make an elephant-chicken.
- Design a house for your fave fictional character.
Have you noticed that the relationship between Candy and our crush is mostly about kissing and rarely some shallow (is it the right word??) talks. I wish they talked about, for example, their hobbies; that they got to know each other more. The other thing is the jealousy - yes, some is needed. but some, not that much. Castiel throws a bag at the boy who tried to kiss us, Lysander tells him to find a girlfriend or Kentin throwing a basketball. Isn’t it too much? They are teenagers, sure, but this isn’t normal. What’s next? The toxic relationship when the man can’t go out because he is for sure cheating on his girlfriend? I, personally, really don’t like the fact that Castiel and Lysander, who have been friends for a longer time than Candy is in Sweet Amoris, fight, because the other has said that Candy looked good in her dress (really, I doubt Lysander would say something disrespectful). They should talk about it, not throw bags or be rude. That’s kinda OOC. I also have a feeling that the creators wanted to make such a big deal about the jealousy scenes that they forgot about boys’ personalities (if they have any). The bag that Castiel threw at Lysander (who, don’t forget, had an accident around a month before?) could’ve been a bag with clothes in it and it wouldn’t be heavy, but it could as well be full of books. Maybe I’m overthinking, but I don’t think it’s healthy at all. What do you guys think?
+ my bf is Lys and my second highest LoM is Armin, when I told Lysander about Iris the first thing he said was “It seems Armin is never far behind you…” and that she should call him for help. Not a big deal at all but getting jealous because he was the only person that could hack her computer…? And they are helping a girl with, it seems, serious problems. It’s not about the fact that Armin was with Candy, it’s about helping Iris.
Rating: T for some swearing and some really vague sexual references Wordcount:
Yoosung is looking for friendship when he starts spending time with Saeran Choi. He winds up with so much more than he expected.
That really long Yooran one shot from Yoosung’s POV that I’ve been promising is up on AO3! You can read it here.
Read the prologue here Thank you to @marlosbooknook and @mibasiamille for helping me edit and listening to my constant whining, really don’t know why you put up with me but thank you and ily
(Also a note: I’m not a doctor so i’m sorry if some of this is wrong I relied entirely on google and what I remember from my anatomy class. Plus Grey’s Anatomy but that’s not all accurate and a full out shit show at this point so let’s just ignore that)
And thank you all so much for your comments on the prologue, I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
Oxford, England 22nd September 1976
One moment. One tiny, insignificant moment, and his entire world shifted.
It was a head-on collision with a semi: the driver fell asleep at the wheel and veered right in front of him. Jamie didn’t have any time to react; it had all happened so fast.
It was more than likely that he wouldn’t remember any of it, due to the damage to his brain. But his life was no longer in his hands.
First responders arrived at the scene almost five minutes–five long minutes–after it happened. He was unconscious, lying in the middle of the road. The impact of the crash had ejected him from his seat, through the windshield, and onto the street.
The list of injuries were endless: from broken bones to open wounds. Some of the shards of glass from the windows had embedded themselves into his skin, but the rest was scattered on the concrete around him.
The biggest concern of the medical team was his head and spinal cord. It was impossible to tell what state they were in, given that the patient unconscious. They worked as fast as they could to get him on the stretcher and immobilized, while also being careful enough not to jostle him too much. Once he was secured inside the ambulance, he was rushed to the A&E.
He was only going to work. It was supposed to be like any other day.
None of this was supposed to happen.
They took him from the ambulance directly into the OR, assessing the damage and figuring out how to proceed from there.
Over the course of the next few months, he would be in that OR three times.
His condition was critical and he couldn’t be under anesthesia for very long, so the surgeries had to be spread out, allowing his body time to recover.
He sustained multiple injuries: right leg broken in two places, once in the left; multiple cracked and broken ribs; the right shoulder dislocated and the radius of the left arm severely fractured. A back full of glass, some pieces almost three inches long. Some internal bleeding in the abdomen, but luckily the medical team had found the source in time to stop it. If they hadn’t, it would have caused his brain to hemorrhage and, ultimately, could have ended his life.
There was some bleeding and swelling in his brain that they had gotten under control, but there was no telling the prognosis until he was conscious. Miraculously, however, his spinal cord had remained unharmed.
His right hand was the worst of it: the bones of his ring finger were almost completely shattered, the middle finger a compound fracture, the bone sticking obtrusively through the skin. They predicted that he wouldn’t regain full range of motion in that hand again, but with lots of physical therapy it could come close.
The first surgery was getting the bleeding in his abdomen and brain under control, as well as the swelling. Then, debriding his back and several other places on his body, followed by cleaning every wound to reduce the risk of infection.
Unfortunately, that was all they could do for the day.
The next day was setting the broken bones. Everything went relatively smooth until they got to his hand, which took the longest.
The very last surgery consisted entirely of applying the skin grafts to his back.
After a few weeks, he was able to breathe on his own. In the days that followed, they remained hopeful that he would recover. They waited for him to wake up, each day hoping that today would be the day.