Daily prompt – Heard

Red and Blue makes us


“Hey, you still up?”

Lance turned around to see Keith come out of the large tent the seven of them set up and shared. The Olkari had offered them rooms to stay in, but the night was too gorgeous to waste behind walls, so they decided to have fun with songs and food and jokes shared around the fire, but with all good things, the end came quick as everyone grew tired.


Keith could see Lance force the edges of his mouth up to form a smile as he replied “Yeah.”

“What? No sarcastic comeback? No, ‘I’m sleeping with my eyes closed’ or something like that?”

Lance snickered “You suck at making jokes.”

Keith sat beside Lance on the log set in front of the dying out fire. The darker skinned boy kept his sight up at the stars. Keith followed his vision, and all he saw was a plethora of twinkling yellow decorating the night sky.

“The sky sure is beautiful here, huh? You’d never get to see anything like this back on Earth.”


Lance was quiet. It wasn’t like Lance to be this quiet.

Keith glanced at Lance from the side of his vision- the boys blue eyes didn’t have the usual sparkle of cheekiness that they usually did. Instead, they looked dull and tired.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, why?”

Keith shrugged. “You just look like you have something troubling you, that’s all.”

“It’s nothing- nothing you can understand anyway.” He replied, looking away.

Unsure of what that meant, Keith placed a gloved hand on the taller boys shoulder before saying: “Well, we only have each other, so if something’s disturbing you, I’ll try my best to help. After all, we’re a family no-”

“That’s it!” Lance growled, pushing Keith’s hand away, standing up, “That’s just it- ‘this’ isn’t the only family I have! I have parents and siblings and cousins who are wondering where I’ve been! And I just disappeared and who know’s how much of pain I’ve already caused them by simply disappearing!” Tears began welling up in Lance’s eyes. “You can’t understand- you can never understand how I feel!” He yelled, using an arm to wipe away the tears now streaking his cheeks as he ran into the forest.

Keith sat wide eyed on the log. This wasn’t what he expected to happen. Sure, he never got to know his family properly, but as the time had passed, he began opening up and accepting his Voltron team as his family- he never thought that Lance would miss his home. The boy was always so upbeat and cheerful. He must really be good at hiding what he feels, Keith thought.

Unsure of himself, he decided to search for Lance. It was dark, and these were not forests they were familiar with. Following the direction Lance ran off to, he began loudly whispering Lance’s name as he searched for him- and those loud whispers turned into soft yells as he went deeper into the forest and the trees grew thicker, causing it to become darker.

He was almost shouting when he heard a “Go away!” come from his left.

Following it, he found a clearing with a lake in the middle. It was beautiful- the moonlight fell on the water, and he wasn’t sure what kind of water it was, but it caused the light to be refracted all around, causing the tiny clearing to sparkle. And by the lake sat the brown boy, his legs drawn up to his chest and head hidden in between.

Carefully, Keith walked up to Lance before sitting beside him on the moist moss that grew all over the ground.

“Hey.” Keith whispered, laying a hand on Lance’s arm. The boy was trembling.


“I thought I told you to leave me alone!”

“Lance, plea-”

“I miss them!” He cut, looking up at Keith with a tear stained face and a reddened nose. “I miss them so much, Keith!”

“And I`m scared. I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again- or even IF I’ll ever get to see them again. I miss mum’s chicken pot pies and lasagna nights and the way dad would tell me not bully the two tiny devils tho they would always start the fight. My sis was supposed to get married in a few months and I already know I’ve missed that. I miss teasing her about everything cause any little thing makes her mad and I miss my granmama and gramps so, so much…” Lance cried, hiccuping at intervals.


“I’m sorry, Lance.” Keith replied, embracing him. And he kept hugging him until the hiccups died down and the trembling stopped. After awhile, Lance brought his head away from Keith’s now wet shoulder, looking at him with reddened blue eyes.

“But most of all,” he whispered, “I’m scared that by the time we get back, they won’t remember me anymore. They would have lived their lives so long without me that they won’t miss or need or want me anymore, Keith. I’m scared.”

Keith wiped Lance’s tears with his sleeve before cupping the boy’s face with both his hands to bring blue eyes to meet grey ones.

“Don’t worry- no one could ever forget you- your personality’s just too amazing,” He said with a tiny smile. “And if they don’t want you anymore, I’ll help them remember just how unique and special you are and why everyone needs you in their lives, okay?”

Lance smiled, and this time with his eyes as well. “You know, you can be quite cheesy. I wonder how many romance dramas you watched back on Earth.”

Keith blushed. “I’m trying to do something good here, can you not-”

Lance let a suppressed giggle out, “I’ll hold you up on that promise, then- since you think I’m amazing and unique and special.”, he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Keith shrugged, resting his head on Lance’s shoulder. The water in the lake in front of them remained calm and oblivious to what they felt, continuing to disperse the moonlight. And Keith was glad. He was glad he got to share such a sight with Lance, and that Lance trusted him enough to open up to him. And he wondered what else the boy must have been feeling that he masks with a smile and brushes off when the others ask him. Well, he had a long time more with him to find out.

“I’m not going to deny it.” He replied, “Because you really are.”


It’s not always that red and blue makes purple, sometimes they make us 🙂 Okay, I’m a bored person who should be studying but am doing this instead because it’s less boring than studying I’m sorry I shall return to studying. But here, another Klance fic cause they cuteee :3



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Fake it till you make it

Daily prompt– Resist

Fake it till you make it

“Don`t resist it- just accept it! If people are going to use makeup to mask their flaws, why not filters and photo editors as well?”

“Because it’s fake!”

“And who are we to say what’s fake and what’s real when everything’s a copy of a copy and every atom that everything is made from is different?”


“But, it’s like lying to yourself, isn’t it? Editing something to look more like an ideal than your actual self?”

“So? If you have the choice to live in a world that’s your Ideal vs this one, wouldn’t you choose your Ideal world? But, isn’t your ideal just a lie since it doesn’t exist? Or a fake remodeling of this world that already exists? Yet, the thought of living in it makes you happy, doesn’t it? And so you spend hours daydreaming about this ideal world of yours- a lie. It all comes down to your definition of ‘lying’. If given the chance, you’d change this world into your ideal, wouldn’t you? And so that’s what they’re doing with their photos and anything else they can edit- plastic surgery exists, you know.”

“I know, but I don’t like it.”

“Good thing they don’t do it to please you, then. Everyone should do what brings them joy, and if doing these things are what makes those people happy, your opinion holds no matter. We are, after all, forever chasing our ‘future’, and in our ‘now’, our futures will only ever hold our ideals.”


Yo, today’s MSP data collection (2nd day) was better than the first. Still not a fan of it tho. Watched three episodes of Sword Art Online with Gaaya- not a bad anime except for the ‘romance’ theme sigh Well, good nite, Ciao~




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Scent of you

Daily prompt– Scent.

It was seven in the morning. Lance`s eyes were still shut and his alarm was disabled, but he could tell that it was seven because everyday at seven sharp, the scent of pancakes would waft into the bedroom. He smiled.

Slowly, he forced his heavy eyelids open and pushed his blankets away. Normally, to get him to wake up at this hour was close to impossible- but for the past two years under this roof, it was one of the many things he looked forward to.

He sat up, stretching. Then yawning. He rubbed his eyes before scratching his head as he heard a soft humming coming from outside the slightly opened bedroom door.

Getting onto his feet, he shuffled his way past the toilet, completely pushed the bedroom door open and entered into a tiny walkway that lead to the living room to the right and kitchen to the left.

Messy bun. Shirtless back. Blue boxers that were slightly too large.

By the counter, a body tinier than Lance`s grooved to the tune it was humming as it squeezed maple syrup onto one of the two plates stacked with pancakes.

Lance walked up to Keith and wrapped his arms around the smaller individuals body. He could feel the muscles tense up for a second, before relaxing in his grasp.

“You know, you shouldn’t be wearing my boxers- red suits you better. Always waking up before the sun does to greet the morning red.” Lance whispered, looking down at Keith with half lidded eyes.

Keith tilted his head up, resting it on Lance`s shoulder.

“But if I didn’t, who would wake up to make breakfast for you?” Keith said, looking up at him with huge blue-grey eyes and a smile that he rarely shared with others. Lance redden. He could smell Keith’s sweet pheromones mixed with the strawberry scented soap he used and just wanted to gobble the boy up right there and then.

What did I do to deserve him? I could win all the lucky draws and lotteries in the world, yet none could win me this. No gold or glory in the world could make me this happy- Heck, I’m the luckiest person in the world- no, the universe!, Lance thought, as he gave Keith a squeeze and planted a kiss on his forehead.

But all he said was “I love you.”

And he knew the other would understand.


~OMG I can’t believe I just wrote a Voltron fic for this prompt blushes ANywayysss, I’ve watched Voltron S2 a few weeks back and it was niceee :3 N since my new insta is practically filled with Voltron posts, here’s a fic by me hehe ^^ I really like the topic ‘scent’ n would have posted this on AO3 but I don’t have an acc there so meh.

Also, today I skipped the first class (MiBi) and went for practical. We were free from 12.30pm but I had to go to the freaking hospital for our MSP project and that wasted like 5 hours of my life (got back at 5pm+ and was super exhausted.) All we did was sit in a smelly, non air-conditioned, spider filled room, searching through files. We got 10 done. We have 140 more to go FML.

Here’s something I have stuck on my wall that I wrote many years back about scents too: Different smells link to different memories. Take you different places~




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It must have been dark


“It must have been dark- where you came from.” He finally said to break the silence.

“Why would you say that?” She replied, staring at the twinkling yellow lights above them both.

“You’re always so quiet. It makes me think you’re lonely.” he replied, scratching his head.

“”I just like the quiet. The peace. Just because I don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I’m lonely or sad.”

“Yeah, true.” he smiled at her, but she kept her sight locked above.

The rest of the ‘campers’, which were their classmates, were already long asleep in their tents. He could never sleep well away from home, so he had decided to sit by the electric fire in front of his tent only to find that the area had already been occupied by her.

After awhile, she said:  “Well, you must be happy- you’re always smiling.”

He shrugged. “I either smile or I cry- there’s no middle. I’ve got to deceive myself into thinking I’m happy, to push away all the hurt inside, you know? It’s easy- have you tried it?”

“Hmm,” was the sound she made.

“Well, You’re the easiest person you can fool.” He continued. “Just give it a go- keep smiling for no reason. You’ll trick yourself into believing that everything’s easy!”

The yellow lights above flickered. His eyes darted to the area of darkness to his right. A LED bulb that had once shone there just died. Their gym sure had a different atmosphere at night, he thought. A more calming, creepy feeling- especially when they turned it into a makeshift forest.

“But what if nothing matters? Then, does it matter if it’s easy or hard?” She replied.

“Well, it makes not mattering more joyful, I guess.”


Prompt: yellow




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Faded words

The sad part is that you get used to the good things too~

You`re always searching for something new~

Being bored and longing for change,

doesn`t it scare you that tomorrow,

‘You’ might just not be ‘You’?~”

Arthi`s red bareback gown sparkled under the spotlight as she pranced around the stage in her high heels, owning it.

“She sure has a good voice!” A man on the opposite table said.

“And amazing sex-appeal,” Another added, grinning.

Nisha rolled her violet eyes. “The lyrics she writes are faded on you both.” She thought.

You’re always praying, never for the same thing at different times~

and every time, you say this is the only thing you really want~

What do you really want,

when what you want keeps changing, then?

Oh, but baby, I know that all I’ll ever want is youuu~

Cheers and whistles echoed the room as Arthi bowed, before blowing kisses to the crowd. And yet her eyes were kept on only one, and those violet eyes never failed to returned her gaze.


Word count: 176

Prompt: Faded

~Today was a funtiring day(cause doing fun things can drain the E’s outta u). Finally got to see what Block A hostel of MMMC looks like!! Am currently reading(and am obsessed with) ‘All about J‘ 😀 The author, Asumiko Nakamura’s stories are so captivating and her art hypnotizes me. Thanks for reading ❤


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Love is your Culture


For Happiness and Love go hand in hand

So you are my Happiness until time ends

You’ve told so many that you can’t Love

But maybe all you do is Love

Is why you can’t see a difference

You were cultured by Love,

and Love cultures you

So let me be that

Who cultures








Word count: 65

Prompt: Culture

~I haven`t written in ages! Glad I finally found the time in this past few days 🙂 We got to see an autopsy being done on a body that passed away on the same day yesterday at 9pm in the Forensics building. Got back home and was super exhausted! Today we practiced Lumbar Puncture during Clinical Skills classes 🙂 Ps, this is written for a friend who told me he couldn’t love until he met me.

Anywayyy, Thank you for reading ^^

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