this didn't come out as well as i hoped it would

the-fan-garbage-can reblogged your photoset and added:

I’m going to scream.

This is seriously an amazing au. I feel the need to write for it and make cool prompts and hnnnnnnng.

But in all seriousness, this is my dream as a Fanfiction author. Well-thought out with a detailed background, it makes for a good pre-layout, much like an actual show/book would. It also has essential dynamics(Changing, Life, the whole ice scenario) that create a solid backbone for authors. With how it’s written, I could clearly see details and feel any artist wanting to create fanart for this AU could easily do it(but then again I’m not an artist so who am I to say).

It has so much potential that I can’t put it into words! It’s just so well thought out and beautiful and I seriously can’t wait to see more of it. Hell, I may even write a couple drabbles based off of it! With credit of course. An AU like this has potential for authors and artists alike to practice scenes they may not be used to writing, mainly high-action, face-paced scenes or incredibly dangerous stealth scenes.

I know I’ve gone on for so long, but I love AUs like this and I’m incredibly happy that Yuri!!! On Ice has one like it. I’ve roleplayed and written a few AUs for this series, but none have truly caught my attention like this one.

the-graceful-dahlia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”

I was way to into that…I may have to write a fic version of this because i got to the end and was like ‘awwwwwww it’s over??’ I need more!!! Permission to attempt a fic version?

vinillia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”


make-sterek-canon reblogged your photoset and added:

I want to read this, so interesting *___________* Someone write this!!     

all1sees reblogged your photoset and added:

holy fuck i would read the shit out of this                

@london-calling-me reblogged your photoset and added:


Thank you all so, so much for liking my Inferno AU, especially @the-fan-garbage-can for writing out such an incredibly detailed review ;A; Nothing can be more satisfying than people loving my world building, honestly my favorite part of creating, and especially on an original AU like this one because it means you still connected with it. I’m deeply flattered and incredibly humbled, thank you so, so much! It makes me incredibly happy to have shared something that means something to you ;A;

But if at all possible, and you may feel I am selfish for wanting this, but I would sincerely appreciate if people could hold off on writing fics for this particular AU. (simply vaguely inspired by the aesthetic and want to do your own thing inspired by but not set in this AU? Please go right ahead, credit for inspiration would be appreciated)

The reason why I request this is because this is literally just the initial post, testing the waters, a background synopsis and image aesthetic introduction, a prologue if you will to the main show, a comic series I hope to illustrate. I have intentionally and carefully omitted and glossed over many plot-essential details in the synopsis because they will be revealed in the main plot, or are part of a plot twist. Many details included in the synopsis may seem random or unimportant now, but may tie into important things in the actual story. Many things may also intentionally be confusing because they are meant to be shown in visual form (like the Medals). Other massive parts of world building are purely visual and will never be directly acknowledged in writing, but I hope that some people who pay close attention will catch them, and this may have a pretty big impact on how you perceive the AU setting as a whole.

The point is, the entire synopsis text is a very selective snippet of information meant to provide context for my main comics. It does not at all give you the full picture, nor is it meant to, because then what would be the point of the story? ^ ^; I spent a very long time planning this, not only alone but also with a friend, and I present what I do to you now for a reason.

Again, I am incredibly flattered that people feel inspired and want to read more, and I do understand personal preference and perhaps people would prefer a text-only fic where my comic-format story telling may be unsatisfactory. But please understand that it can feel a bit…well, demotivating and pressuring when I know that people are rapidly using my synopsis for their own stories, not because I am offended that it inspires creativity, but because I’ve very carefully planned this out combined with how time consuming comic-drawing can be. I do not want to feel like I am competing with others to tell my plot twists first. So if at all possible, I would like to request that I get to tell my own story first, the story that the post was created for.

If for some reason you do not wish to grant my request, please understand my wanting to not see your posts, not because I am not interested or do not respect your creativity, but because of the reasons I stated above.

Thank you very much for your understanding, and I sincerely hope that you will support and encourage me in finishing this AU. m(_ _)m


Summary: You get appendicitis. Shawn is with you, comforting you through it all. 


I’m visiting Shawn in New York for a few days, while he takes some time to work on his album. He’s not in full writing or working mode, which is why I can take this time to visit him without worrying about bothering him too much. I’m simply lying on the couch in the cabin while he sits at the piano. He’s just playing random songs and just getting into his vibe. It’s just us two for a few hours this morning, and I’m simply treasuring my time to be with him.

My stomach has been sore since I woke up this morning. I’m thinking its just cramps or something, even though it does feel different than cramps normally do. I don’t think it would be food poisoning or anything because I haven’t eaten anything strange, and I just don’t think its food poisoning. I didn’t want to eat much for breakfast, which is understandable since my stomach hurt.

After about ten minutes, my stomach hurts so much that I’ve ended up curling into a ball. Shawn’s still playing music, and he’s really starting to get into it. After about ten minutes, he turns around and sees me curled into a ball on the couch. “What’s wrong? Is your stomach still sore?”

“Yeah,” I manage to reply.

“Do you want me to get you some tums or something?”

“No, I’m fine.” I barely manage to finish that sentence when I’m overcome with the sudden need to throw up. I stand up quickly, and rush to the bathroom knowing that if I don’t go quickly I won’t make it there, and I don’t want to be cleaning any of that up. I make it to the toilet just in time and I’m throwing up when Shawn enters the bathroom behind me. He grabs my hair, pulling it back and holding it so it doesn’t get in the way.

I finally finish. I wash my face and brush my teeth. When I’m finished, Shawn gently pulls me toward him, wrapping his arms lightly around me. “Do you feel better?”

“No,” I admit.

“Why don’t you go lie down?” He grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I lie in the bed and he tucks me in. He goes back out to grab his guitar before returning. He sits on the chair in the corner of the room and starts playing guitar. After a few moments, he says, “Maybe it’s the stomach flu?”

“Maybe,” I reply trying to concentrate on anything but the pain in my stomach.

“But you should have felt better after you threw up.” He’s still absentmindedly strumming his guitar as he’s thinking and talking to me. I just shrug. All I want is for this pain to stop.

I lay in bed for an hour, Shawn sitting next to the bed playing his guitar softly the entire time, and jotting things down on his notepad periodically. The pain does not get better like I hoped it would. I throw up once more, but there’s nothing left in my stomach. I’ve started running a fever too. Every ten minutes or so Shawn keeps asking me if I’m feeling better and if there’s anything he can do for me, but to both questions I reply no every time.

Finally, after nearly an hour, Shawn gets up. “Where are our phones?” He asks. We don’t really use them when we’re here at the cabin.

“Uh, I think we left them in the kitchen.” He goes out to the kitchen and returns a minute later with both of our cell phones and his car keys.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m taking you to the hospital.”


“Because it’s been a long time and you’re not feeling any better. I can’t stand to see you in pain anymore.”

“I’m fine Shawn.”

“You’re not. Do you want me to carry you or do you think you can walk?”

“I can walk.”

When I stand the pain gets even worse and I don’t know if I can take this anymore.

“Does it hurt worse?” I just nod.

It feels like it takes an eternity to get to the hospital. And the ride feels so painful and bumpy. By the time we get there, I’m crying. Shawn pulls up in front and doesn’t even seem to care that he’s parked somewhere he shouldn’t be. He rushes around the car and opens my door. “We’re here, its okay.” He helps me out of the car and practically carries me into the hospital. He marches right up to the front desk, dragging me with him. The waiting room is packed, just like emergency waiting rooms always seem to be.

“My girlfriends stomach hurts a lot. She has a fever and vomited twice this morning. I’m scared she has appendicitis. Please help her.” He practically begs.
The nurse, of course, remains calm and asks him to fill out a form. He leads me to a seat and fills out the form, always looking over at me. I’ve stopped crying by this point. Mostly because I’m embarrassed of all these people here seeing me cry.

The nurse calls me back before he finishes filling out the form. She takes my vitals and we wait in a room. After he finishes filling out the form, he grabs my hand, “How are you feeling?”

He looks so stressed out right now. This boy who goes on stage in front of thousands of people and gives speeches when he accepts awards at award shows without even batting an eye.

“I’m okay. It hurts a lot, but I’m okay.”

He runs his hand through his hair, looking into my eyes like he’s searching them, trying to determine if I really am okay or not. Before he has a chance to make any determinations of his own, the doctor enters. I guess I was a priority case. He introduces himself and asks a few questions before asking where it hurts. I tell him, and he presses slightly on my abdomen making the pain shoot through me. I cry out and Shawn tries to soothe me. He looks almost angry at the doctor for causing me pain, and I try to assure him yet again that I’m fine. The doctor determines that he thinks it is appendicitis, but he needs to do a few more tests just to be sure. He informs that they’re going to take me to another room for the tests and that a nurse will be in shortly. I thank him, and he leaves.

“It’s going to be better soon, baby I promise.”

I just lay still with my eyes closed, hoping that if I don’t move, then it won’t hurt as much. I open my eyes to see that Shawn is just staring at me. I give him a strange look and he looks away, whispering, almost under his breath, “I hate this.”

“Hate what? Hospitals?”

He looks at me like I’m crazy, “No, this. You’re hurting and I can’t do anything about it. I hate that you’re in pain and I can’t do anything to make you feel better right now. I’d switch places with you in a heartbeat if I could. I hate feeling so helpless. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay babe. I’m just thankful that you’re here with me.”

He squeezes my hand. Then leans over and kisses my forehead gently. “I love you, and I’ll be right here, no matter what happens.”

They take me in for tests, and I just keep wishing for all this to be over. I just want to be back at the cabin listening to Shawn play the piano and write music. When the tests come back to confirm that it is in fact appendicitis, they take me in for surgery, putting me under anesthesia. When I finally wake up, my stomach hurts a little, but not nearly as much as it did before. I’m still a little groggy and out of it, but Shawn is sitting at the side of my bed holding my hand, and I’m happy to see him.

“How are you feeling, babe?” he asks when he notices I’m awake.

“Better.” I admit.

“I’m glad. You’ll have to stay tonight, but I’ll be here the whole time and hopefully we’ll get to go home tomorrow, well back to the cabin. And I will make you soup, and whatever you want.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Rest, I’ll be right here.”

And I do. I fall back asleep with Shawn’s hand in mine. 

Dating Jung Hoseok...

❝Next up, Hobi! ^^ based on this post by the lovely weaxedanger  ♥
►3167 words | scenario, fluff, this turned out longer than expected
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More than often, when people ask hey, what do you love about him, anyway? There is a line-up choice of answers for you to choose from. Sometimes when you’re playful you’d answer I don’t know, when you’re contended and don’t really want to think much, everything, just all of him. But then when you’re staring at the wall in front of you, trying to export what’s in your mind to the papers sprawled out on the desk, one thing after another comes and soon, you have a list of what you love from the love of you and Jung Hoseok.

It would include a lot of laughing; and many, many kinds that you’re unable to make up sometimes but hey, you’re trying.

There’s the kind that makes you breathless, without a word to say because when you try to speak, all that comes out is laughter and it continues on for God knows how long. It could be something silly like how that actress looks like on screen, it could be Taehyung slipping and falling because of Jimin’s little tricks—anything. Your cheeks are red from the laughter, heated up from how hard you’re trying not to laugh and it’s harder when Hoseok’s grinning at you as he’s not too far from your situation and once more, you’re laughing again.

There’s the shy ones that makes you feel like a little high school girl. Maybe he didn’t do much or maybe he’s painted a night sky full of stars for you but either way, it leaves you chuckling quietly, giggling out of habit when he laces his fingers with yours or when he uses his forefinger to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear and then he can only chuckle in return after he whispers you’re pretty.

There’s the oh-fuck-I’m-screwed ones that usually, Hoseok’s emitting them. There are many possible scenarios to this but relating this to the latest one, it’s when he’s lazy and hungry, storming off to the kitchen with a soft cry of I’m hungry! He decides to break the kitchen apart just to find what he wants, he pulls out most of the snacks from the cabinets and places them onto the island, a mindset of I’m going to make the best snack ever and when he realizes it’s way too many items for him to combine them, it’s the wrong time for you to walk in when—“Jung Hoseok!”


It would include I love you—lots of ‘em, in different ways. If someone had to tell you that it’s impossible for a person to love you this much, you’d laugh because it’s happening to you. With Hoseok, there’s variations to the way he says he loves you to the point where there are too many to choose from to say which is your favorite.

It could be the one when he’s in overseas, somewhere across the globe, maybe in the country next to yours but regardless, he’s not home. He’ll ring you up sometime during the night, counting approximately as the clock strikes eleven at where you’re at before your phone rings. You’d answer after the second, he sighs before the third arrives and the conversation takes over from there. Exchanged words of I miss you, just a bit more, hang in there and the topics roll in once more. Then it’s time to hang up—he dreads for it, you do too—but it has to happen sooner or later. He hears you whispering something that makes his heart flutter and he does the same to you and it assures you a goodnight sleep—I love you.

It could be the one when he’s trying to coax up to you, maybe, after he’s made you mad? He’ll be following you everywhere and literally anywhere just to get you to notice him. He pokes your cheek, he tickles your sides, he whines into your ear, he presses his chest to your back and he leans in to whisper I’m sorry… but it doesn’t work just yet. He tries some more, saying that he’s wrong, he shouldn’t have said that and he seals the deal with those three words—and you return it with a kiss.

It could be the one when he’s done crushing your heart, the tears rolling down your cheeks before you can hold them back, your feet bringing you far, far away from him and his words before they hurt you even more. He only notices what he’s done when you’re running away from him, creating a bigger distance between the pair of you that it snaps in him before a voice says run after her, you fucking idiot and he does. He chases you down the block, he ignores the stares he’s possibly getting and he pins you in the alley before you can make another run for it. You’re crying when he pulls you in for a hug, he locks his grip around you when you try to escape and he presses against you tighter when you’re saying I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you but he mutes them out because his heart can’t take it—he’s not too sure which is paining him more, the fact he’s caused this, the fact you’re saying those words you’d never say or the fact that you’re having a hard time breathing but to prove a point, you’re still speaking. He gives you a few minutes, maybe five, maybe seven, maybe ten but when you’re quiet and at least you have your arms around him, he dips down to kiss the crown of your head, saying that he’s sorry and in the end, it’s I love you so much, I love you, please don’t run away from me.

It would include kisses; again, too many for you to pick which is the one you fancy most.

Ones on the neck; when it’s in the morning and you’re feeling lethargic despite waking up. You don’t make any effort to move from your spot, remaining motionless as you think what do I have to do today? You could get up and prepare breakfast, you could run some errands today but they’re all washed off from your mind when there’s a pair of lips against your neck, before his words are mumbled against your skin, “Good morning, beautiful lady.”

Ones on your cheek; when it’s time to say goodbye and he’s reluctant to let you go but you’re the one pushing him away. “You have to go,” You say, telling him that it’s for his own good before Namjoon comes with an irritated face again but he whines, clinging onto you, “But… but I…”

“You’ll see me later,” You assure him, poking his cheek and he sighs, hesitating to release his hold on you but then he does after you plant a kiss on his cheek and he does the same to you, over and over again until you’re smiling as bright as the sun and he’s satisfied before he bids you goodbye.

Ones on your hand; when the both of you are lazing on the sofa, not paying too much on what’s on the screen but it does let out some sound that acts as a background music from time to time if either of you has something to say. When no words are being exchanged except for the ones on the screen, he has the tendency to lift your hand up to his lips, pressing the back of your hand closer before he plants a kiss. Then it’s another conversation breaker when you ask what was that for? And his reply is casual, just felt like it.

Ones on your lips; when it’s departure time and neither of you can bear to let go of one another just yet. He hears the announcement being made through the speakers, blaring into his ears but he tries to hold it down for a bit more. He knows his members are about to use this against him sooner or later and he’s prepared for that, especially when you’re clutching onto him like he’s about to disappear and the fact that he is, it’s making your heart crumble. The second announcement is being made and it makes you conscious, stepping back and away from him that it’s unexpected as he blinks down on you. He frowns when you’re trying to smile, it aches him to see you fake something but it’s hard when you look beautiful.

“I-I’m sorry, I… you have to go,” You say, trying your best to sound stable but the both of you know, you’re not. He steps forward and frames your cheeks, lowering himself down to cover his lips with your own and it’s all you’re getting; five seconds of paradise before he pulls away. “You’ll see me later,” He says, stroking the under of your eyes in hopes you won’t cry but… no.

“In a few months is not later,” You argue, slapping his shoulder and he laughs when you do because now you’re genuinely smiling. “It is in my dictionary. So… later?” He questions, his eyes staring you down and you’re left to reply with “Later.”

It would include dance practices—and no, not because you dance; but because he knows you like staring at him when he dances. The way he moves to the beat, his arms and legs coordinating as one when the music plays and let’s not even mention to how he knows he’s the shit when he’s dancing. He’ll invite you in the moment you’re standing by the door and he makes sure you have the perfect view to see all of him to the point when he looks at the mirror to see your reflection, you’re trying hard not to break out into laugh because he knows you’re possibly staring at his butt.

It would include random yelling—really, with just, “Babe! Watch this!”

Or even, “Baby! Look at me! Hey… at me!

Probably, “I need your love! I need your time! Oh, you were listening? Okay—“

Including, “Please give me your attention before I go out and do something stupid…please!”

And then, “Babe!”

So you finally respond, “What?!”

“I love you.”

It would include smiles; discrete ones when he’s out with the members and you, for a meal, for a nice gathering out and let’s just say, he calls for the seat beside you whenever and wherever. Even in the restaurant when Taehyung has something to tell you and Hoseok’s in the bathroom, he magically appears out of nowhere to return to his seat and makes Taehyung sit on his lap as he listens along as well. As all of you are waiting for the food, he casually slips his hand in yours on the table and the rest of them are used to it but you’re not so you’re looking away in hopes he doesn’t notice that smile threatening to form but your red cheeks give it all away.

Happy ones when he puts his arm around you when the both of you go out for a stroll. Out to the park, down by the beach, in the shopping mall—it comes naturally and he does it all the time. It’s a sense of protection, safety and when you meet with his eyes, it’s love. He smiles at you when you do, you’re smiling wider when he says you’re pretty and he’s smiling the widest because he’s happy.

Threatening ones when he spots a guy, someone he doesn’t know talking to you in a way he shouldn’t be while he’s away. He only left for five minutes to get some cotton candy for you and this is what happens? He walks up to the pair of you, noticing how he’s shocked the latter and he wraps one arm around your waist before pulling you close, looking into your eyes as he asks, “Who is this sweetie? A friend?”

“N-No, he’s just—“

“Leaving, right?” Hoseok answers for you, turning to smile at the fellow who had just asked for your number, name and now, nothing when Hoseok looks like he can rearrange his face in five seconds. The guy swallows hard and says something between the lines of ‘look man, I didn’t know she was taken’ and Hoseok replies with something that makes his stomach churn to the point where he just runs and he runs fast.

Silent ones when it’s just the both of you, doing nothing and absolutely nothing. It’s him playing with strands of your hair, twirling it around with his fingers and you drawing shapes on his chest as he lets you use an arm as a pillow for you to rest on. He asks if you want to do anything today and you answer with a question like what do you want to do? And he says that he asks you first and you tell him so what that he gives up in asking. It’s lying down on the bed that becomes the activity and when he looks down on you the same time you look up to him with a shared smile—that’s enough.

It would include aegyo—a-oh my god-really; and he does it whenever he wants without hesitation. He could be surrounded in a room full of coordinators, his members, his manager but it doesn’t matter at all. He does something that’s worth a million toe curls and it makes the rest of the members feel alienated but you can handle it. He either puts both hands by the sides of his cheeks, rolling them a few times with an overdone squeaky voice to hook your heart or he pulls out the song, that freaking song that one plus one is—and the rest is getting comments from the boys that oh, it’s funny.

It would include feed me, please? Like how he displays it on television, videos, anything, it’s the truth and you’re the one confirming it when it’s reality at its best. When he’s hungry, he’s upset because he can’t eat but when he’s hungry around you it’s different. He appears over your shoulder when you’re trying to season the meat properly and you’ve not even begun in cooking yet that he puts his arms around you with, “Hobi’s hungry…”

So you try to nudge him off nicely, telling him, “I’ll be done soon, sweetie,”

But then it’s, “But… Hobi…”

“Here,” You hand him a bowl of grapes that are fresh and washed before he directs himself to the stool to sit as he eats, popping some into your mouth as well as you prepare dinner and when it’s done, he bursts out with, “Feed me meat!” And it’s those moments where you feel that you’re dating a five year old.

It would include hugs, his hugs; whether when it’s after a long day of work and you’re returning home. The bags drop from your hands when his arms meet your waist, his chest is smooth against your back and he lures you away from the door far enough until you’re settled on his lap and he kisses you to brush the stress and tension away that it works. Whether when it’s him feeling all tired and worn out as he crawls into bed to enter your embrace and you gladly feel his arms pulling you close as he buries his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Hey, he says, hoarse and croaky from everything. Hey to you too, you say, warm and full of love that it feels like a million kisses are being peppered all over him. Whether when it’s out of pure joy as he sees you ahead of him that he runs up to you, picking you up and spinning you around to hear that beautiful laugh and when he does, he’s laughing because you’re really here and he continues to do so until crap, you’re wearing a dress. Whether when it’s for a temporary separation and he engulfs you with his hug, pressing his chin on top of your head and you grin, inhaling his scent as he whisper words of love and promises he’ll keep when he returns that altogether, it’s paradise.

It would include tears of joy as he lays his eyes on you after months of not being able to see you in full form, feel you around him and now when he is, his vision is blur and the grip he has on his bags loosen. He drops them within a heartbeat as you’re in front of him, looking fucking gorgeous and he’s at lost for words—not because he didn’t have them planned out, he forgot them the moment he saw you. You’re making the first move to approach him, holding his face in your hands as the tears fall from his eyes and he closes them because no, he can’t cry now, not now, not here in the airport but he is. He shivers under your touch as your fingers rubs his tears away and he can’t stop himself from crying as he yanks you for a hug and he hides his face in your neck. I miss you he confesses, crying. I miss you too, you admit, comforting.

It would include his voice when the aftermath arrives and God he sounds undeniably sexy. His skin is slick and sweaty against yours as he decides to roll you over, trapping you between his legs as he clamps you in and makes sure you feel his bare chest against your naked back. He decides to talk about anything and everything that pops into his mind and it makes you blush when in the middle of his speech, his voice changes and it’s suddenly deeper than usual. He feels you tense in his arms that he smirks, hovering over your shoulder to ask what’s wrong and you say nothing, before ushering him to continue. But then his hand slips somewhere that he previously was and he asks a question that acts like a switch just with—does my voice turn you on?

It would include good morning, goodnight when he’s not there to physically tell you that himself. In the morning when you wake there’s no one there to shower you with kisses, the bed is cold and there’s no reason for you to make breakfast because he’s not there to pester you to. But what does make you get up is when there’s a ding and you reach for your phone faster than you thought you would. ‘Good morning to my precious girl; here’s a picture of my beauty for you to appreciate!’ and it’s a picture of him posing beside a sculpture that you just know Taehyung’s the one taking the picture when it slips down to the right a bit. ‘Good night to my love; here’s a voice message and make sure you listen to this every night.’

And when you press play, he says nothing but I love you.

@archmage–khadgar said: Nonono! Cats do that! You didn’t do anything wrong. They have a really good sense of smell and direction and when she’s less freaked out she’ll come out.

@cuervocanto said: //Don’t blame yourself friendo. Cats get spooked easily, she probably just panicked. They’re also really good at finding their way back home, so here’s hoping she comes back. <3

     Yes, I guess there is always the chance she’ll come back home. The pet store is only about a mile up the road. She just randomly showed up at my doorstep Thursday night and she ended up coming back to my apartment four times before I was finally set on keeping her. My friend’s over here staying at the moment, and he opened the door and she wouldn’t come. But anytime I would go to the door, she’d rush up the stairs and back into the house.

     So… maybe she’ll come back. But if she doesn’t there’s always the chance she’s taken care of somewhere else. I mean, she did jump out and away around a pet store. There were a lot of people and animals there, mainly dogs. I figured she was going to get scared. I tried to hold onto her securely but cats don’t care much for being confined at all. It was probably a mix of things. If she doesn’t come back I wouldn’t blame her. I’m kinda struggling with money now, though, since I bought her a lot of things to make her feel at home.

    I put her bowls outside. I was going to get her a pet fountain because she wouldn’t drink from the water bowl without swatting at it. People said it was because she preferred moving water, something intriguing to catch her attention. So that was what I was going to do. And I didn’t want to leave her alone with the rabbits quite yet. Because… rabbits, but also because she hadn’t been seen by a vet to make sure she wasn’t sick or anything. I just know she was a stray and I’ve only had her in the house for about 24 hours permanently. She wasn’t used to anything. She was really sweet and didn’t really harm anyone or anything. She loved me to pieces when she was here and calm. I guess it’s just startling and the attempt made was just too much. She scratched us up pretty bad and it took half an hour to take care of all the scratches and disinfect. She wasn’t good with a big group of people and animals. I thought maybe the company might help, but maybe it just made things worse. Nutmeg’s a good cat, wherever she is.

    Maybe she will come back. Maybe she won’t. I just hope whatever happens, she ends up okay.

Weird artist behaviour…..
Well, I am a bit of a hoarder, my house is full of junk and stuff I’ve collected or kept for some unknown reason. For example, I have a couple of supermarket bags full of milk bottle tops, and I can’t remember for the life of me what they are for. I also seem to have an inability to put things away or throw things in the bin. My art mess - pens, pencils, paper, paper cuttings, paints, sewing stuff, books, completed and incomplete art works - is slowly spreading through the house like cancer, to the point where currently the bench, the hallway, my entire room, the entire spare room, the dining room and part of the lounge has mess everywhere you look.
However, this week I did clean up the dining room table and I sorted through the majority of the stuff in the dreaded cupboards under the bench (which before nobody would dare open because stuff would come tumbling out) so I’m making a change about that.
I also like to cut things out of magazines and newspapers, and stick them onto my walls (this is mostly because my wallpaper is ugly and I keep seeing faces in the pattern). 

Chen; Safe And Sound

❝so it’s raining horribly here, loud thunders and such and holy shit another lightning just scared the crap out of me so here it is, something I poured out onto Word because why the heck not ;-;
►1100+ words | scenario; fluff | superpower!au

You thought that you would’ve gotten used to it by now, you thought that the horrible clashing outside by your window, throbbing and loud, tremendous and incredibly deafening would be something that would not scare you anymore but you’d be one hell of a liar if you said you were not afraid of anything like that anymore. You’ve heard them enough to last a lifetime but each time they come about in a storm, lightning flashes every few seconds due to a drenching storm, heavy and dark, grumbles and growls from the sky as they envelope you in, sinking in to the darkness had you clutching onto your knees as you remained on the bed, partially afraid, partially scared but definitely on your feet to dash out and run and hide wherever that came to mind because that’ll be useless especially when your number one thought out place to hide at was not here.

You felt your heartbeat racing, skipping a beat when there was this bright light flashing at the window once more before a loud clap of thunder could be heard. Your hands meekly clutched onto the pillow with fear, watching the water drench the whole town with its power, the mighty wind roaring with the droplets of water following its cue to dominate the weather, taking up the whole sky with this dark grey shade of color that had you hitching your breath when the constant thunder rumbles would not give up as they continued to sound over and over again.

Your back sunk in deeper against the bedrest and you flinched when suddenly a hand rested on your head, making you look up to meet with a pair of eyes you’d never expect to see at this time—he… he was supposed to be working…

“I… I came back as fast as I could,” He whispered softly, following your cue to sink into the bed when you subconsciously scooted over to give him plenty of access to cuddle in. His warm and strong arms held you in an instant, engulfing you in his warmth, drowning you with his scent as he kissed your worries away with just one against your temple. You sighed in content having your safety back home, you felt entirely relieved being in the arms of he could hold you tight and would never let you go. He cradled you in as you settled between his legs, wrapping the blanket over you when he felt how cold you were despite not having any air conditioner on nor the lights.

He felt you breathing against his chest, your back facing the window, how you clutched the back of his shirt when you swore another flash of light brightened up the room before it disappeared with a scary bang to make you flinch in his arms.

Scared…? His voice was delicate, soothing you easily as he had you melting in his arms, seeking for more protection because he had the strength to do so. Sometimes you forget it, sometimes you don’t—but either way, you love him regardless of anything at all.

Y-Yeah… your voice was timid as you felt him humming in your hair after hearing your answer, the way your voice shook as one simple word left your lips. The thought of him being at work right now just didn’t matter because you needed him more than anyone else in the world at this moment. You swore there was about to be another clashing of the thunders, lightning controlling the way your heart was pounding against his chest when the familiar yet horrendous flash of light appeared again, making you gasp as you braced yourself for the next blow, burying your face deeper against his chest but… one second, two, five, ten, thirty… there was nothing.

You meekly brought your head away from his chest, leaning back so you could gaze over your shoulder to see that indeed, there were flashes of light but there were no sounds at all. No rumblings from the lightning and thunders to make you feel the floor was vibrating or no violent grumbles from the walls to make you feel as if the place was about to explode from the powerful yet lethal sparks of light—none of that.

Instead, you saw that Jongdae’s hand was lifted up in midair, something crossed in his eyes that he was focusing yet he spared a moment to blink down on you to notice how your eyes were directly on him, afraid yet intrigued, blank yet full of questions—definitely, you had forgotten once more; one of the many reasons why he loves you because you treat him like a normal person, you love him like he’s your world and you look at him like it’s the first time.

“A-Are… are you controlling…” You breathed out in the silent room, no more grumbles, no more roars of thunder and… no more flashes of light as they died down. The rain was still heavy and pouring down, pitter pattering against the window pane but everything felt okay, everything felt in place—everything was alright as long as you had Jongdae here.

“Mm…” He nodded with a small smile on his lips as the peaceful sound of water falling from the sky could be heard, light breathing and everything in between that you love about Jongdae was present as his hand still lingered in the air. With a few swirls from his fingers, you turned your head to the window once more where you could see that the rain slowed down a bit, holding back in pouring at full blast but it was still raining—just less aggressive than before.

You snapped your head back to him when his voice echoed into your ears, the only thing that you could hear as of now besides his heartbeat against your chest.

I don’t care if God’s going against me controlling his anger with all the lightning but… I’ve managed to make them stop, he whispered in your hair, muffling the words a bit but you didn’t seem to mind because you could understand every single word, every syllable perfectly. Your timid voice was what shook him the most, not the threatening grumbles of thunder that could happen any minute, J-Jongdae… you didn’t need to…

He snorted playfully as he leaned back to take a good look at you, his eyebrows raised up in a questioning manner and his tone was as if he was stating a fact, when you’re this badly shaken up by the thunder and lightning? I must be a fool to let my princess go through that hell when I can stop it.

What about work… then?

He shook his head with a sigh, planting another kiss in your hair, another smile on his face, another sentence leaving his lips, you don’t give up, do you?

Without a word, you shook your head obliviously and he grinned wider, his heart feeling much more warmth and that was his only source in this cold night, I got off early… I knew how afraid you would get whenever there were thunderstorms and… such…

You didn’t care how weird it was to just smile widely as you stared into his eyes, you didn’t care how he smiled widely back at you when you did to him, you didn’t care of the consequences of him leaving early from work when you have him here because you wouldn’t let him go back, anyway. You were just so thankful and you were always this grateful for the little things he does—well, controlling lightning isn’t exactly little but… you get the idea.

Thank you, Jongdae… I… I feel safe, with you here, you admitted sheepishly, burying your face in his chest once more, feeling him relax as he brought you in closer into his embrace and he leaned back against the bedrest as you leaned forward into him despite being curled up in a ball and his legs wrapped around you to make you feel this rush of appreciation and protection that only Jongdae could ever give to you. Then you felt his lips in your hair once more, humming a soft lullaby as the rain passes, as more droplets of water run down the window glass and as more flashes of light appear in the room before leaving with the threat to clash into a loud breakout but with Jongdae here, it didn’t happen. They just dissolved away in mute, not a sound, not a grumble, not a rattle from the clouds above.


Here is the last of the drabbles! Thanks lilaviolet for this prompt. I hope you all enjoy.

A/n: its a bit of an au reimagining of certain scenes.

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Lapis couldn’t believe she was a prisoner once again.

They had thrown her in a small cell with just three solid walls and a fourth, transparent one. She could see outside but she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to go through that strange wall. She wondered what it would’ve felt if she’d touched it. Maybe, if it would have hurt her… but maybe, the pain would have been bearable and she would’ve been able to escape. She raised a hand, hoping it wouldn’t hurt like the stabilizer. As soon as she touched the yellow-ish surface, pain shot through her arm making her jolt back towards the back of the cell, letting out a scream of surprise. Despite the pain, her hand was still there, apparently unharmed.

Then she heard the steps. The heavy, thumping sound got closer and closer. Lapis flattened against the wall, holding her hand close to her chest. She knew that sound well enough to know what was coming her way.