#im uncreative ok go away

[lovewiredz]

haha buddy simulator 1984 but the ai is self aware like that funny series ^_^ this idea kept me up all night uh...dont check under cut if u know nothing abt buddy sim. full of spoilers and way too long

grabs your shoulders and shakes you Violently. ok. so

when "choosing a name for his buddy" gordon looked around his room and was like "whats the most thats-not-a-name name you can make" and just combined barbie+ken cuz some dolls joshua left in his room. if u combine their names long enough u get to benrey i swear.

gordons favorite animals is dogs and he named it sunkist cuz he looked around his desk for name inspo. he is very uncreative.

gordons "true end" in this universe is the bad end ^_^ you could also argue the neutral end would work, maybe he fucked around but grew too attached and stopped fucking around when he realized it was self aware, but that's boring and cringe lol /j

pstt....if ur reading this and you dont know abt buddy sim i feel like i should clarify the bad end is basically where youre a complete asshole! basically your buddy thinks you dont care about them or their friendship or the games they spent so long making for you and get angered and scared that they cant fulfil their purpose, it leads to a chase scene until you interact with another glitch that kills+resets your in-game computer. ^_^ if u cant tell i really like this game.....also stop reading this if u dont know abt buddy sim go play it wtf

gordons ghost cloth thing was inspired by a cool skirt i have. it shifted into a halloween costume the more i got past the sketch though

the first mayor (Tortley) is coomer. there is no need for elaboration but i will say its because i think the mayor yelling "HELP ME GORDON" while getting taken away by the snoodlewonker is funny as hell.. also cuz of the glitch stuff.

...second mayor is bubby. i forgot everything about the second mayor but it feels like an obligation so they are matching. hashtag old people goals, playing bingo with the snoodlewonker (aka old "person" number 3, g-man)

Groncho (aka the dude who was accused of being The Snoodlewonker) is tommy ........ just slightly change the tone of some of the dialogue and i feel like it fits him .

Listen. Joey is Forzon. the u.s. military is represented by sewer rats

also benrey is the only thing that isnt orange or warm toned in some way lmao

IM NOT GOOD AT PUTTING MY Thoughts INto words i hope that all makes sense. i havent slept and its 7 am but you dont understand how important this was for me to write, draw, and post. im not proofreading over everything i wrote. not again. ok goodnight

#fuck you *makes aus combining every series we've ever watched* #hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai benry #benrey #gordon feetman #benry #half live vr but the ai is self aware #yeah im too tired to tag #you see this or u dont !!! #sunkist coolatta #my beloved #my little bark bark #ok thats all i swear #i will talk about this when i wake up

[zaustavitezemlju]

i need ta rant and i dont wanna go bother my friends. so why not add to my digital footprint lets go future employers if you find this enjoy

uh. cw for like. talk abt slurs/racism(?)/homophobia nd transphobia (kinda)

i keep loosing my friends cuz theyre all saying stupid shit. not dropping names but lets say his name is tincan. so tincan and I have been feiends for like 3-4 yrs now and hes a great dude. bit weird soemtimws but hes silly and were on the same wavelength roughly. well imagine my surprise qhere one day in class he just randomly says the n word and stafts cackling like irs so funny!!!!! (hes white btw.) yes king racial slurs are mx FAVORITE form of comedy 😍😍😍 and so ofc i turn to him and im like. tincan that isnt ok what. and he goes dwdw i have the pass ........,........ i think that speaks for itself. and so i go ok. this dudes weird! and i will probably not be talking to him anymore!! but then we have like break right. two weeks and im travelling. out of NOWHERE.DEADASS NOWHERE WE HADMT TWXTED IN AGES. this man sends me a fucking DICK PIC. WITH RHE FUCKING CAPTION OF "i gotchu man since you like dick" NOT OUT OF NOWHERE YOU DRIED LIZARD. and i also didnt have data so i couldnt even reply for ages and it was horrible. and ofc i reply like tincan. what the actual fuck. AND THIS MF GOES "mb i thought you liked dick" LIKE HE WAS DOING ME A FAVOR OR SOME SHIT. so i get PISSEDDD. and i contemplate blocking him and im like youve changed fast af and hes like well what have i done other than send that pic. I DUNNO. SAID THE N WORD? SAID THE F SLUR TO. MY. FACE. AND LAUGHED IT OFF? AGREED WHEN ONE KF YOUR FRIWNDS WAS BEING TRANSPHOBIC TO ME INFRONT OF ME EVEN THOUGH YOUVE PREACHED SO MUCH ABOUT HOW YOUD NEVER STAND FOR THAT???? and then tincan was like ohh okk im sorry ill change for you. idk why he added for you it was weird and creepy and icky. sigh idk what to do tho bc like i dont want to completely push him away bc he is a valuable person to have for like general school matters. but i also do NOT want to be friwnds w someone like that. im just emotionally distancing myswlf for now like im not talking abt personal shit w him and im being more like surface level in convos

hes not rhe knly one tho like my closest friwnd rn is also kind of jumping on the bandwagon. he was talking abt rhis guy who he calls sometimws online and like plays games with (minecraft n shi) and he was like "oh yea he says the n word but its funny because hes british" (yea the guys white ofc (the online guy))and then proceeds to show me a clip of this guy saying the n word while theyre on voice chat while barely managing to hold his laughter. how is this funny im sorry huh? and i just like nodded or whatever cuz i was utterly dumbfounded that he would ever like even find something as stupid and uncreative as that funny. like........... 😧

anyway. i texted him and i was like yo just warning you i dont like the direction youre changing in and if i hear you say the n word we arent chill anymore bc its way too many ppl now. like be so real

what is so funny abt a racial slur. ill never know!!!!!

[cherry-flavoured-dreams]

For the fucking love of God I'm trying to do my university concept art homework and Im trying to find illustrations and concept art to use examples and inspiration for my work and I'M SO TIRED of seeing AI art everywhere. I'm so tired of checking an entire artists portfolio to make sure they're real, I kid you not I was almost convinced an artist I was about to reference in my work was real but nope a singluar picture of a bear with 3 claws on one hand and 7 on the other gave it away. I had to go through about 40 pictures analysing each one to make sure I'm safe and I'm glad I did check every single one. I'm not allowed to include AI stuff in my university work or else we get a fail. I'm fed up with being worried I'm gonna fail because some lazy uncreative people are tapping away words at their laptop and stealing art from others to create machine generated bullshit. Learn how to draw and stop whining about it being too hard or you're not creative enough. "but I just can't, it's so hard!" now imagine how we fucking feel after all these years of practice and passion only to see you people defending AI That took seconds. I don't give a shit if your uncreative ass took hours to write a prompt (That's actually so sad if that's the case btw, you could of drawn something with your own hand and pencil) you're the reason we are going towards a dystopian future. You don't see the harm? OK, so why aren't you listening to the thousands of people protesting and telling you it's harming them? You keep feeding it. DO YOU NOT SEE THAT YOU'RE FEEDING THE MACHINE. its going to keep learning and before you know it, it's going to deep fake black mail, it's going to dedpfake p*rn of you or a family member or a daughter or a friend. It's going to be such a dangerous weapon that we keep feeding because we're lazy. It's going to destroy. Why do we live in a world where us humans are doing the shitty low wage jobs and the robots are painting and writing stories for us? They can't even feel passion or creativity. We do. Because we are alive. I'm so done with the way we are heading and I can't even do anything about it because I'm just some irrelevant 18 year old girl in a random town trying her hardest to make a comic that no one will probably read anyway. But if they do, I will forever be grateful.

[centipeeing]

firstly,your art is very cute,love your style. secondly,i need to know your list of most fucked up asutai and ranwan kinks/aus whatever......

you'r the only one who understand them on galaxy mind level. share your wisdom

uwaaa thank you for liking my art... ive been unconfident in my style lately so that means a lot!!

to be honest... I feel like I'm pretty vanilla when it comes to my own headcanons... despite being "problematic" or watever I think I'm pretty uncreative?!?!

also u kno ranwan and asutai are like the same dynamic the same pairing basically the same people!! its !! this conspiracy!! it drives me mad!!!!!!!

for ranwan I think it goes

baby trapping LMAO I THINK I LIKE THE IDEA OF CWN BABY TRAPPING MO RAN MORE SO THAN MO RAN DOING IT because I think mo ran would straight up just say he is going to pregante cwn's guzzy in the heat of the moment (and then actually shoot his load as deep as possible), while cwn would assume that mo ran has no interest in him as a partner and as a lover beyond physical touch so he would allow mo ran to take what he will until he is discarded and the moment that happens cwn will poke a damn hole in the condom (does sisheng peak have access to ancient chinese condoms) and take as many fertility medicines as possible to make the last lay count... then he would straight up never tell mo ran about it and just have a part of mo ran with him always even when he thinks mo ran wants nothing to do with him also i very specifically like this idea in mob boss txj AU.... did you read that mob boss fic where cwn owes txj 10mil yuan and hes like "if u get pregnant i might forgive your debt" that destroys my mental every time I think about it

age reversal with mo ran being the creepy predator shizun... EVEN IF IT ISNT NSFW FIC if someone writes shizun mo ran RESTRAINING HIMSELF from touching his PURE AND PERFECT DISCIPLE it makes me go sooooooo crazy... mo ran normalizing in cwn the idea of dating your extremely older shizun and it is totally normal to sleep in the same bed as your disciples yeah

did you read Cimmerian?? all of that... all of that is my ideal ranwan please read it. it changed my brain composition and made me crazy... I AM NOT EVEN INTO LIKE idk how to describe what that was... I guess "corruption" I am actually not a fan of corruption type AUs at all but it wasn't the typical type of corruption I JUST LOVE WHEN CWNS LOVE AND HIS NEED FOR LOVE AND AFFECTION AND VALIDATION FROM THE ONE PERSON HE CARES ABOUT OVERRIDES HIS MORALS AND EVERYTHING HE HAS WORKED FOR TO IMPROVE OTHERS LIVES LMAO. That is my favorite part of CWN... THE CWN WHO LOVES TAXIAN-JUN!! He forgives so much of what taxian-jun does because hes a bleeding heart despite being the great beidou immortal whom so many look to for safety and protection and i just became so obsessed with ranwan when he just decides that the one thing he wants in the world won't be taken from him again and he'd rather die with txj than to keep living to protect sisheng peak and the whole cultivation world??????????

SORRY THIS LIST IS KIND OF BORING!! IT ISNT DEGEN OR ULTRA PROBLEMATIC BECAUSE IM TRULY A SHAM!!!!!!!!!

Ok for Asutai its kind of harder to think of what is my favorite kink or AU since its all scattered... and there are rarely any good fic that get me going?

I think i just really love shota Taishakuten AU the MOST.. THERE WAS THIS FIC where Asura kidnaps child Taishakuten and raises him on the battlefield instead of letting him live with his family. He teaches him war tactics and gives him love and affection because Asura wants to change the outcome of Taishakutens fate, thinking that taking him away from the poison that is the Deca and his shitty dad/brothers who hate him. but he basically grooms him and taishakuten falls in love with asura and they eventually fuck drunk but taishakuten like k-words himself in the end and the cycle continues because Asura was just using an illusion realm to torture himself for not being able to save taishakuten it hurt me so much

Ok me and my friend have this AU about asutai where Asura is a broke college student who cant pay for his own tuition. Taishakuten is a rich ass guy working for Deca corp or whatever you would call it... and he becomes so obsessed with Asura he offers to pay for his tuition and literally becomes his sugar daddy full time. Taishakuten probably wouldn't be happy with how often Asura has to be away from him and plus the deca dump a shit ton of work on him, also he probably sees Asura making friends at some point and gets insanely jealous of that and cannot allow it AT ALL!!!!!!!!!! So Taishakuten would burn down Asura's campus so there are no in person classes and all classes are moved remote but Asura doesn't have a laptop or a quiet area for it so hes forced to move in with Taishakuten so now Taishakuten has him all for himself. Ok not problematic but when I am feeling down I think about this AU and it brings a smile to my face

Just in general for both of them... I am into the unhealthy levels of jealousy they would have for the other when they see their babygirls interacting with anyone that isn't them. I have BPD so I gotta channel that amount of psychotic energy into mo ran or cwn or taishakuten (asura doesnt have the capacity to be jealous hes too good) because they 100% would try to ruin someones life WHETHER OR NOT IT IS INTENTIONAL just to get the others attention back ON THEM!!!

#spoilers #asks #headcanons

[half-explored]

11-11-11 tag game

Oof question making time.

Which of your OCs would choose a knife to defend themselves at the   Cornucopia if they had to choose a weapon? Who would run away anyway?

Do you like musicals? Which of your OCs do?

What’s one reason you would drop a book except hateful messages and what not?

What’s the best thing you ever did in primary school/elementary school (americans be like)?

Have you listened to Hamilton?

What’s your music aesthetic?

Marvel - yes or no?

Make up a word on the spot and tell me if it’s a noun, adjective, verb, adverb (you get the jist). What mood do you use it in?

What’s your favourite trope?

Why do you write?

How do you plot? And if you don’t, how the hell do you pants? (writing by the seat of your pants or not plotting for those not in the know)

Tagging: @everyone @hyba​ @surroundedbypearls​ @duskyseas​ @fantastical-wonders​ @cookiecuttercritter​ @abalonetea​

Answers under the Read More!

These questions were from @ren-c-leyn!

1. twenty seconds from doom, what is your character’s last thoughts/dying wishes?

Madu - is someone getting this on camera? I bet I look so cool. All saving the world and what not. (they’re probably whispering this to Nova or Anais and both are DONE with their bullshit.)

2. which is more musical? the tapping of a keyboard or the sound of a pen/pencil on paper?

keyboard

3. hardest part of writing for you?

writing the first draft

4. best part of writing for you?

character bios and plotting. because i can’t write oop

5. did you ever want to be something besides a writer?

I have a lot of ambitions but writer was always up there. They include being a cardiologist, a lawyer & a marine biologist.

6. what is the cutest thing in the world to your character?

Anais - Someone getting injured for her while making sure she’s safe.

7. best compliment you ever got on your writing, ever?

The! Amount of worldbuilding! In such a small passage! Is astounding!

IMMORTAL-ISH??? WHAT

I ENJOY, THANK YOU FOR THE TAG! - @quilloftheclouds *mwah*

8. most encouraging thing anyone has said to inspire you to keep writing?

You have more words today than you did yesterday (some random quote I saw)

9. favourite quote?

This is pretty cool -  “ Of all the things that can boost emotions, motivation, and perceptions during a workday, the single most important is making progress in meaningful work.”  Teresa Amabile

10. favourite word to say out loud?

I don’t really know I make up words on the fly. But out of what I can remember recently saying to my sister this would be it: ‘Bubbleschnutt’.

11. one thing you would say to another writer who is discouraged?

Don’t stop. How will I read your writing then?

Idk that sounds cheesy now but idgaf

Now for @bookenders‘s questions!

if someone wrote a country song for your oc, what would it be about? would it be sad country? angry country? classic country? For Nova it would be wistful county if that exists. Idk I don’t like country music much.

what’s your favorite statue or sculpture? I...I don’t have one oops

do you play any instruments? what is your favorite instrument to listen to? what is your least favorite instrument to listen to? I can fluently play trumpet & piano because those are the only two instruments my parents let me learn how to play.

instead of fmk - slow burn, enemies to lovers, fake-date: dumbledore, persephone (from greek myth), and gollum (not sméagol, no cheating). WHAT THE-  *searches up gollum* WHY ME. Persephone, Gollum & Dumbledore in that order I don’t like the man

what’s your favourite candy? or if you can’t choose, top 5? Americans are weird. I don’t know if you mean candy as in like sweets and skittles or chocolates. Goddamn. Um for candy, skittles, jolly ranchers (dang americans have one thing i want), allens confectionery snakes and sour chews, nerds and warheads.

which of your ocs is the worst artist? if each could design a cover for their respective wips, what would they create? Madu really tries, honestly, but they have no idea what they’re doing. They all share the same wip so they’d argue over it until they realise that Heru would destroy it no matter what it looked like and then they’d finally let the only artist, Nova, to design it. And they’d spray paint it, hunner percent.

what’s your favorite part of editing? Never edited before but probably switching word choices. Sounds like a good time.

of all the notebooks/sketchbooks/etc you own, which is your favorite? I get a lot from a store called Typo (I have no idea if it’s worldwide or just an Australian thing) but you can buy 3 notebooks for the price of $15 just before school starts so I usually get 6 with the Disney covers because they’re the cutest. Don’t make me choose ;~;

what’s one book you’re looking forward to reading? C.G Drew’s book The Boy That Steals Houses and The Queen of Nothing GODDAMNIT HOLLY BLACK.

what kind of museums do your ocs like? what museums do you like? Madu: warm science museums that are half empty. Nova: Empty pop-art museums. Anais: If you bring Anais into a museum and you’re both thrown in jail I’m blaming you. Heru: Classical art museums that are cold and well lit. 

how many of your ocs does it take to change a light bulb? Only Nova can change a light bulb honestly but they’re all dumb gays so they’d all fuck it up but try and help.

#im uncreative ok go away #tag games #tagged in

[ereri-fic-directory]

Just curious but what are YOUR favourite tropes? 🤔

Good morning anon, how's your day going?

(this got super long so I'm adding a cut)

Ok so this has been in my asks forever but I took my time answering because im uncreative and generally bad with words (always did better with numbers, not an ounce of creativity in my veins I swear. Made me appreciate all the fics and art out there though so I'm not complaining <3) so sorry about that.

My favourites are definitely modern AUs but where their personalities are intact. Canon is a terrible, terrible place and I want to get my boys as far away from there as possible. Slightly older Levi always preferred, even if it's a freshman-senior difference. I enjoy the supposedly cliche tropes the most- huge sucker for wrong number/texting AUs, rivals to lovers, pining idiots in love, the lot. I never really liked reincarnation fics, I always felt like it lacks something but I can't recommend Crunchy's <Flight (When None Pursueth)> and PresquePommes' <Woke Up Dead> enough, they're incredible. Don't really like highschool AUs but I love me some college/uni ones. Also- SUGAR DADDY LEVI.

I love a good pwp, but my faves where the smut is emotion-driven, it's tender and gentle and bursting with love and 🥺🤌. Also I lean slightly more towards top levi oops 🌚

Sorry it got so long, I just love talking about fics and I rarely get the chance 👉👈

#ask #anon #sorry i rambled #ereri #personal

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 wonpil

first of all i will definitely do poorly on this because,,, you know,,,,, he’s so precious and i don’t think my words can do it justice ksbdjshs i wanna make the sweetest scenario for him

but i suck at sweet stuffs smh bye

name: kim wonpil

major: modeling (i still cant believe this is an actual major im living under a rock smh)

other activities: member of music club, keyboardist and main singer of the university band

jae calls him “the backbone” of the music club because wonpil participates in all club events, he always takes part in weekly activities, and he actively finds new recruits

jae on the other side pops up once in a blue moon to play guitar, do shit, then disappears

don’t worry ever since jae starts dating the newest member who happens to be wonpil’s bestie he’s more active now

honestly more than half of their club members joined because wonpil made them to

he’s persuasive and convincing okay you would end up eating rocks if he told you it’s good for health

but he’ll never do that ever bc he speaks no lies okay he’s like the sweetest person in the earth

he’ll cry by the sight of cute puppies, do i have to explain further

wonpil was nominated as the club president but the other candidate park sungjin who’s also his roommate beat him by one vote

well he prefers to be just regular member anyway, that way he can still do a lot of things for the club but with less responsibilities

you see he’s really nice, he’s caring, he’s hardworking, he’s confident, he knows how to present himself and he’s hella attractive

he’s taking modeling as his major do i make myself clear

everyone LOVES wonpil

and i mean sometimes it’s just not only a platonic love but like an “i will give you my heart and soul please marry me” love

too bad he’s oblivious af

someone: i,, i like you wonpil,,,, d-do you like me too?

wonpil: of course!!! you’re my friend!!!!!!!!!

someone: ….oh ok

accidental friendzone

but you know he doesnt actually mean to do that, he just doesn’t think anyone likes him like that

moreover he already has someone in mind

aka the coffee shop girl

aka Y O U

yeah hello guys i am: still lame

the first time he met you was on exams week

everyone was busy and stressed af and running on almost no sleep

except maybe wonpil

not because he was fully prepared but more like he forgot exams week was coming until the day before so he just decided to wing it lol whatevs

anyway his roommate aka sungjin asked him if he could go buy him a double shot espresso so wonpil did

he rarely visits coffee shops tbh and when he does he always orders vanilla latte with extra syrup for himself

wonpil seems to be that kinda person who tries to enjoy coffee but can’t handle the bitter taste its so frickin cute and trust me you think so too

so anywayyyy yeah he never saw you, aka the new barista, before

it was ur first work day as well btw and he was ur first customer

he didn’t know why but watching you being nervous made him nervous too

just imagine a stuttering costumer and a stuttering barista

everyone watched you two with anxiety

but even when wonpil was a nervous wreck he didn’t forget to smile and before leaving he said to you, “thanks, have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!”

honest to god it made your whole day better

anyway let’s move on to the second meeting

he comes back and this time he orders a vanilla latte, but being the clumsy ass that you are, you slightly confused his order

he receives his coffee and takes a sip and he freezes

you ask whats wrong and he’s like,, uh nothing,, the coffee is just,,,, kinda bitter today??? ha,,,hahahhaha,,,,

you stand still

wait

he asked for EXTRA SYRUP not EXTRA SHOT you dumbfucc

you offer to make him a new one and he refuses saying it’s fine!!! but you still feel bad so you insist but he’s like no!!! i gotta stay awake anyway i have an important quiz today i have to study! by the way uhhhh i’ve never seen you around until recently???

you introduce yourself and he introduce himself blablabla it’s awkward and your palms keep sweating for some reason

before wonpil left, he didn’t forget to say “have a great day!! i’ll see you around then!!!”

he’s so sweet uwu

seeing him and making him his vanilla latte (extra syrup) is one of the best parts of your job tbh

and he visits every single time you’re working which makes it better

why is his smile so adorable what the fuck

and there’s something about the way he walks that keeps you looking i mean boiiiii does he know how to present himself holy shit

that feeling when you see someone so beautiful you want to cry

the more you see him the more you want to know about him

what major is he in? what is he usually do outside the class? what kind of person is he? does he have a lot of friends? what’s his hobby? stuffs like that

too bad he always comes when it’s busy at the cafe so you can’t talk too much

neither he ever tries to initiate a conversation with you except his usual “hello! how are you today?” and “thank you, you make the best coffee! have a nice day!! see you!!!”

let’s admit it you highkey have a crush on him and EVERYONE knows

wELL it’s because you always wear that expression like "goddammit why must kim wonpil be so cute if he ain’t gonna ask me on a date” whenever you watch his back as he leaves the cafe

and EVERYONE but YOU knows wonpil’s so into you

whenever someone says something like “just ask him for his number he’ll definitely give it to you” you’re like “wtf nO that’s creepy and he won’t!! he doesn’t even know me!!!”

“he literally only comes when it’s your shift and he always makes sure you’re the one taking his order you oblivious dumbass”

“it’s just a coincidence”

“…..yeah whatever”

but they’re right wonpil’s crushing on you hard

at this point sungjin can even draw a portrait of you although he hasn’t actually met you before

that’s how much wonpil talks about you

from your whole adorable appearance to how cute your little cough is, or how he adores your little smile and the sparks in your eyes when he compliments your coffee, or he’ll describe your apron what the fuck and how he thinks your look so good in white and blue

sungjin’s so done with him

“just ask her out you stalker”

“nO I CAN’T!!! SHE’LL THINK IM CREEPY!!! SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW ME”

“well i bet she remembers your face by now since you always drop by when she’s there”

“but she meets a lot of people everyday there’s NO WAY she can remember me”

you see the problem now?

then one day jae decides to play matchmaker

by “playing matchmaker” i mean he follows wonpil to the cafe and straight up tells you, in front of wonpil’s face and everyone there, “yo this friend of mine wants to take you on a date and he wonders if you’re interested”

you are: blushing

wonpil is: dead pale

you: o-oh… i’m–

wonpil: yO HE’S JUST JOKING HAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY oH My gOd jAE LET’S GO

he drags his tall friend aka jae out of the cafe and since then he never visits again :(

im sad now ugh i told you i suck at sweet stuffs like this

fast forward it’s summer and the university wonpil’s attending is holding a summer festival that’s open for public

well,,,,, you decide to go and you ask some of your friends to tag along

you’re not sure what you’re hoping; maybe you just want to see how the place wonpil’s studying at looks like, or maybe you do wish to meet him by accident or something yanno like a drama

whatever

you promised yourself that if you don’t see him today, you’ll get over him

but if you do see him, you will ask. him. out.

well jokes on you babe he’s there performing on the stage with the band

he’s,,, he’s singing,,, and playing keyboard,,,, omg his voice

as you already know im uncreative soooo by impossible coincidence somehow his eyes spot you in the crowd

btw i imagine them singing Pouring but i think you can pick any songs you like

he’s so taken aback that one second he’s singing and the next second he sees you and his eyes widen and he’s like “I’m falling for–hUH? why are you here??” to the microphone

don’t worry the others cover for his mistake while trying not to laugh

everyone laughs too while looking around to find the person whom wonpil sees

you’re embarrassed as fuck you want to curl up and hide forever

but your so-called-friends don’t let you get away that easy okay it’s your only chance

dw dude wonpil feels the same he wants to immediately get off the stage and die

but sungjin will literally kill wonpil in his sleep if he doesn’t do anything it’s now or never

poor boi has had enough of this pining shit

so after the band performance wonpil has no choice but to approach you

“h-hey! so you watched our stage!”

“y-yeah! it was great!! didn’t know you can sing so well”

“h-haha thanks”

“y-you’re welcome”

silence

more silence

wonpil clears his throat and, “so…”

you blink fast, “yeah…?”

“um uhhh do you wanna see around? i can take you”

“oH of course”

What Am I Even Writing Anymore

well remember your promise earlier? about asking him out?? no???

is it too late to chicken out and forget the whole thing now

you barely know each other it’s so awkward and he looks so fine today and you really don’t wanna push him even further now but if you hesitate longer who knows someone else will ask him first and just the thought alone breaks your heart a little bit

so it’s time to grow a pair and take risks cmon dude you can do this

one

two

“anywaysijustwonderifyou'refreenextsaturday?”

wait

it was!! not!!! your voice!!!!

“huh?”

wonpil clears his throat and repeats slower, “i just wonder if you’re uhhhh free next saturday?”

o shit

o fUck YeAH

you cough a bit before answering, “y-y-yeah i guess??”

“ok um i like, have two tickets for movie if you want to come with me”

that’s like the lamest invitation and you yourself gotta admit that lmao

but oh kim wonpil,, dear,,,, there’s no way i would say no

so you two go on a date

or “casual outing” as you two call it

but everyone knows it’s a date okay even though you two didn’t have any skinskip oops

it’s okay it takes a bit of time but you’ll get there

i mean, since then you two go out together almost every weekend so ye it won’t be that long until the awkwardness wears off

wonpil just cherish you so much he’s afraid he’ll scare you or hurt your feeling by accident so he never boldly initiates anything

the first time you two finally holding hands is when you two go skating, and that’s just because you two are so bad at that

gotta hold each other so you won’t keep falling aye romance

you don’t know this but trust me wonpil talks about it for days sungjin almost decides to move out

he’s still insisting it’s not a date tho

“you know what, i can already imagine you two in like 10 years, standing at the altar and be like, do you marry me as a friend or what? unclear”

“do you think we’ll get married?????”

“oh dear god”

but yeah

you two will get there

somehow

just take your sweet time and give wonpil all the love in the world i beg you

that’s it YAY i think imma work on sungjin’s next wish me luck im running out of lame cliche ideas now lol bye

#day6 #wonpil #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #how to tag smh #three down two more to go!!!!!!! #sungjin and dowoon leggo #this is so lame imma cry snandjsnjdnf

[undeadpsycho13]

Eyes of the Remembered

AHHHH ITS DONE MY FANFIC IS FINALLY COMPLETED YASSSS!!!!!

btw it takes place in the rules of the game, if you’ve read it you’ll know which part

also, cheesy stupid uncreative title, i know i know, im sorry

(now i can work on the other one, sorry ive been putting it off)

Aisling looked around, seeing nothing but acre after acre of Mongolian plains, stretching on and on like a never ending carpet.  The Makers had taken her.  Taken her and experimented on her and left her to die in the vastness of the steppes.

Well, at least she would attempt to survive, she was a Player after all and Players did not go down without a fight.

It took Aisling an hour of jogging to spot the huts in the distance, another of sprinting with short breaks in between to get to those huts.  Or yurts, she supposed.  Aisling knew this village was full of Donghu; she was not stupid.  She knew they would probably kill her, but she was desperate.  Beyond desperate.  Besides the life threatening danger, she also would have to throw away every scrap of her honour for this.

She was trained as a Player, to play everything to her own survival, and not want, thus she agrees to these conditions.

Throwing dignity out the window, Aisling trudges towards the largest yurt, who, in it, she suspects, lives the leader of this village.  The whole place is eerily quiet, just like the rest of Mongolia.  She shuddered on the inside, and as she approached the structure, put her hands above her head in a universal sign of surrender.  Slowly, she pushes herself through the thick, animal hide curtains -- and is met by the sight of a gun’s barrel pointed at her.

The girl wielding the weapon looks young, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and though her body is shaking her hands are steady.  She has been trained, Aisling notes, thogih to do what she hasn't a clue.  For a moment it's just the two girls facing each other, one who has her finger on the trigger, squeezing lightly.  0.2 centimetres more will be the end of Aisling Kopp, Player of the La Tene line.  But the 0.2 centimetres stays that much, and so Aisling lives.  For now.

The girl opens her mouth, and speaks in English with a harsh accent, though her voice is sweet,

“Who are you?”

There's curiosity in the voice, curiosity and fear and hatred.  The hand on the gun still does not waver.  Aisling speaks slowly, in a low voice, a calming voice,

“I am a tourist, a photographer, I got lost and now I'm here.”

A nervous laugh escaped.

“That's a load of bull, there's no point in lying little Player.  The question is what line.  Minoan, perhaps?  Or La Tene?  Maybe Nabatean?”

Same voice, but with humour lighting it softly.  To her incredulity, Aisling’s first thought was an indignant, little Player? What do you mean little Player?  I'm not little!  Not getting her priorities straight here.

How did this girl know she was a Player?  How did she know what a Player was even?  How did she know about Endgame?  But Aisling was in no place to ask questions, so she kept her mouth shut.  The girl tightened the trigger another 0.09 centimetres,

“Answer the question!”

Gulping, Aisling muttered,

“La Tene.”

To her utter surprise, the girls voice now became softer, almost pleading,

“Please, La Tene, tell me how the Donghu Player is doing.”

There was so much vulnerability in the voice, so much hope, that it broke Aisling's heart remembering that Baitsakhan was, in fact, dead.  Sometimes she failed to remember that these Players, all of them, had family, people who would kiss them goodnight, people who would have their heart-broken if they left.  And though in life the La Tene Player had hated the thirteen years old Donghu psychopath, now all she felt was remorse over his death, and… and maybe a little jealously.  After all, Aisling had never had any other family other than Pop Kopp, and though she loved him, he didn't understand her most of the time.  He was her grandfather, and therefore over fifty years older than her.  Now, looking at this teenager in front of her, keeping a potential murderer, another line’s Player that she had at her mercy, alive, despite the danger, just for the tiny snippets of information she might gain on her -- what was Baitsakhan to her?  A friend?  A relative?  A boyfriend? -- made Aisling seethe with jealousy.  She wondered if anyone would do that for her.  She doubted it.

“He's…”

Aisling's voice caught in her throat.  No, she couldn't do this. She couldn't.

“He's dead.”

With a resounding clang., the gun fell to the floor.

“No.”

And then louder,

“NO!”

The girl collapsed onto her knees, a frozen expression of shock imprinted on her face, not even noticing when Aisling slowly dropped her hands.

“No no no no no no no…”

Tears ran down her tanned cheeks in rivulets.  Her bottom lip, red as cherry blossoms, stained by blood acquired through biting down hard in attempts to stop the tears, trembled violently.

“Baitsakhan…”

Aisling approaches the borderline hysterical girl.  She could kill her, easily, but she doesn't.  Instead, she gathers her in her arms, comfortingly, whispering in her ear words of comfort.  Finally, when the girl has somewhat calmed down, Aisling asks her name, by presenting her own as a peace offering,

“Hey there girl, I'm Aisling, it's ok, it's ok.  Can you tell me your name?”

She knows she's treating her like a young child, but sometimes that's what grief reduces people to.  

“Sarangerel.”

The voice is surprisingly strong, for someone who just realised someone she loved was dead.

“Okay, Sarangerel, tell me about… Baitsakhan.”

It was strange referring to the thirteen year old killer as “Baitsakhan”.  For so long Aisling had viewed him as just another enemy, a mindless murderer.  Not once had she considered that he might have been something else, something much more.

“He was the best brother I could wish for.”

Sarangerel sighed wistfully.  Aisling cringed on the inside out of sympathy.  A boyfriend she could have replaced.  A distant relative she could have forgotten.  Even a close friend she could have gotten over eventually.  But a brother, forever bonded by blood… nothing could replace that.  Nothing.

“Baitsakhan was a strange boy, violent sometimes, but… to me… to his family… he was caring, considerate, you understand, yes?”

Yes, Aisling did understand, she understood the bond between family, understood that this bond could change people.  She understood, because wasn't that what she had done?  Saved Pop Kopp even after he commuted a traitorous act, just because he was kin, just because he was blood?  If they had not shared history, not shared blood, would she have done so still? A traitorous voice in her mind whispered conspiratorially, No, you would have killed him without hesitation. No, another part of her whispered, I have more mercy, more humanity in me than that.  But really, did she have any moral left in her? After all the rigorous training, all the mindless killing, how much of her was still human?

“Our family is small for Donghu, only four children, Jalair and Baitsakhan and Arslan and me.  Our father was killed in a hunting trip before Arslan was born, so other families liked to… pick on us.  And then Jalair moved out with his wife and it was worse.  Baitsakhan was the only man in our family, so he took over.  Became Player to let us survive.  Player and Player’s family has many advantages.”

At this she paused, her ramblings ceasing to make way for uneven breaths induced by tears.  Aisling took advantage of this pause to study the girl in front of her –– Sarangerel, if she recalled correctly.  Now, even in the dim lighting, she could make out the resemblance between this girl and her brother.  Both shared the smooth black hair, both possessed the dark killer eyes.  But unlike his, hers bared emotion.  Sadness, currently.  Unparalleled sadness, like an aching chasm, an endless void.

To Aisling, it looked like death.

To Aisling, it looked like hell.

“He became Player.  Killed our cousin Esan to do so.  Suddenly we were respected, treated like royalty.  So different from before.”

Dark tresses swung in the dim light giving an eerily faint glow.

“And then, he left.  For the Endgame.  He was just… gone.”

The girl looked so lost, so vulnerable, that even a borderline heartless Player like Baitsakhan or Maccabee Adlai would not have been able to kill her.  Well, maybe Baitsakhan was not a good example; after everything she had heard, Aisling doubted he would even be able to raise a finger on his sister.  Or Maccabee.  Maccabee, despite his ruthlessness, had a sense of honour.  He would not kill a defenseless girl just like that.

“He came back once.  During Endgame.  Appeared in the middle of the night, standing right where you are now.”

She gestures limply at the space Aisling is occupying.

“He was crying, you know.  His hand was missing.  It broke my heart.”

Aisling had been wondering where the hand had gone.  Maybe now, she would find out.

“He said the Aksumite had sliced it off.  He said he had made an alliance with the Nabatean, and he had gotten a fake hand from his friend.”

Some friend he was.  A backstabbing liar, more like.  But weren’t they all?

“It was stained with blood.  I asked him why.  He said… ”

She trailed off.  Hysteria was building in her eyes, she could see it.

“He said she ripped out the Koori’s throat.”

A faint whisper, almost completely blown away by the wind.

“I begged him to stay.  Told him the fighting was not worth it.  Told him to forget about it, let the others fight their own war.  He refused.  Now I wish I had tried harder.”

Broken sobs echoed around the room.

“He gave me a ring before he left.  A ring and a dagger.”

Slowly, she fished out a small trinket from her pocket, and slid it onto her finger.  Aisling’s breath hitched.  A large stone embroidered it, shaped delicately into a flower.  Though invisible to the eye, Aisling knew almost for certain a poisoned needle laid embedded within, ready to strike at moment’s notice.  

It was the one the Nabatean always wore on his hand.  The exact same one.

“Did he say… where he got that?”

Aisling asked tentatively.  A shake of the head was the only answer she got.  She accepted that.

“It was the Nabatean’s.  I don’t know how he got his hands on it, though.  I’m pretty sure it was Adlai’s most prized possession.”

“He gave it to him.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know.”

The girl just shrugged.

Why would the Donghu have the Nabatean’s weapon?  They had been in an alliance, one had betrayed the other… that’s all Aisling knew, really.  Had they been close?  Why had they formed this alliance to begin with?  Aisling had never really thought about it, but now that she had started, a torrent of questions came flooding through.

“What are you going to do, now that… he’s dead?”

Again, the girl just shrugged.

“I’m dead anyways.  My Player’s dead, I’m dead.”

The realisation hit Aisling.  Yes, with the Donghu dead, the whole Donghu would be… wiped.  Gone.

“Take this to his body.  Please.  Avenge him.”

Aisling, lost in his thoughts, had not noticed that Sarangerel had reached out, an object in her hand.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  She could have been killed in that moment of distraction.  But for some reason, she trusted this girl.  Even after the knowledge that he was a Player’s brother.  Even after everything.

The object she held was a knife, silver and reflecting off light from the moon.  The weapon of a Player, probably the dagger she was referring to earlier.  Her hands trembled a little; apparently the shock was wearing of, giving in to grief and exhaustion.

“Come with me.”

It slipped before she had time to grab the words back.  She cursed herself internally; was she crazy?  Bringing one of the enemy with her, while Playing the Endgame… This was one of the worst moves she could possibly do.

“Okay.”

The answer stunned her also.  Who was this girl, who would go along with the Player of another Line without so much as a second thought, just for… what?  Vengeance?  Aisling couldn’t quite figure out her motives, and that troubled her.  She was normally pretty good at figuring out this kind of thing.

“Okay.”

For a moment the two just stared at each other, eye to eye.  A moment of silence.

“C’mon, girl, let’s get goin’ then.”

A stiff nod on the other end.  And then, with a quick motioning hand gesture, she led Aisling out the door, towards a patch of land.  At first, the red-headed sniper girl (@redheaded-sniper-girl do you see what i just did there?? XD) was confused.  Where was she leading her?  And then she saw it.  Two great stallions, one a jet black horse with a mane tossing about like the sea, a silver chain proudly hung around its neck, another a white horse with soft brown eyes.

Without hesitation, Sarangerel strode towards the dark horse, and with a leap jumped onto its back.  The white horse seemed confused, neighing at her pleadingly, but she just whispered quietly in Mongolian and gestured for Aisling to get on.

Aisling, with her head held up high, swung herself onto the horse, determined not to show weakness despite the mess she had gotten herself into.  The horse once again snickered in protest, but calmed down.

And then Aisling noticed.  On the chain across the black horse’s neck were two boldly written words, in English, along with Mongolian she didn’t understand.  The ones she did read: Baitsakhan, Donghu Player-Elect.  Her heart almost stopped.  For a moment, in the horse’s eyes she could see that of the small Player’s, staring back wide and pleading.  So much vulnerability, none that she had seen in his in life.

A clearing of the throat shook Aisling from her musings.

Quietly, the La Tene Player and the sister of the Donghu slipped out into the darkness, eliminated only by the speckled stars in the night sky.

Stars that reflected the eyes of the dead.

Reflected the eyes of the remembered.

AHAHAHAHA should i leave this a one-shot?? should i continue it?? feedback PLZ

also, im sorry for the crappy ending, i got rushed ok??

#endgame #endgame the calling #sky key #donghu #oc #aisling kopp #my oc is called #sarangerel #i literally searched up mongolian names for girls #and lookie #i actually kinda like that name #also crappy ending #also takes place in rules of the game #some spoilers but not really

[coefore]

MegOP for the ship meme go go go

SORRY I’M LATE WITH THE REPLY 😔 For the sake of simplicity this is idw megop because it’s my favourite

Who’s more dominant: I’d say Megatron in very specific points of the timeline, but idw op is pretty dominant himself so they rival with the same weapons on this front. But Autobot Megatron is definitely less dominant in his general behaviour. Imposing, always, but dominant? ehhh

Who’s the cuddler: They’re not really cuddly people, I’d like to think they just slide into a comfortable existing next to each other after a while and it might devolve into resting on each other but it’s very random who’s the one that gives in

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: autobot megatron is little spoon you can’t change my mind

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: you know what, they still enjoy talking about politics sipping enjex and give 0 fucks about anyone else because they’re retired that’s just what old people do

Who uses all the hot water: “MEGATRON STOP TAKING 2 HOURS LONG BATHS” “PRIME I NEED MY RELAXING BATH EVERY NOW AND THEN”

Most trivial thing they fight over: literally anything, ask Rodimus

Who does most of the cleaning: They’re pretty clean, both of them. Plus Ultra Magnus would have a stroke finding out either of them would leave a mess

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Megatron would address this politely and with distance at first, ask for it to be fixed, wait for two weeks with no reply and then OP just says “don’t write a book about this too” before calling a private company to fix the issue, with Megatron shouting in the background because that is not how problems get solved, Prime!!!!

Who leaves their stuff around: not them for sure, the stuff u see around is probably Rodimus leaving garbage all over the place lol

Who remembers to buy the milk: OPWho remembers anniversaries:  Megatron. OP forgets them quite often actually but Megatron doesn’t care that much. I mean, that’s what he says

Who cooks normally: neither of them!!!!!!!!!! they’re garbage at cooking and eat out most of the times because they’re tired old men

How often do they fight:

What do they do when they’re away from each other: Op would indeed tell Megatron he misses him, while Megatron takes 10 minutes to reply because bitch is torn between writing a poem about it, tell OP to fuck off or just say the goddamn truth. 

Nicknames for each other: Prime and Megatron, uncreative idiots

Who is more likely to pay for dinner: They try to be pretty even on that but OP would pester Megatron about I’m Paying Tonight until the other gives up

Who steals the covers at night: Megatron. Let Prime freeze to deathWhat would they get each other for gifts: they’d get each other a vacation

Who kissed who first: OP kissed Megatron first because he was a goddamn fanboy and Megatron was like ???????????????? WHOMST like he was half of the time when he was a young miner

Who made the first move: As I said, OP. In canon, after the war, I guess it was Megatron but that was more of a “hey maybe let’s have a general ‘we can talk without murder happening’ relationship ok”

Who started the relationship: Technically OP????

Who cusses more: I want to say Megatron but we all know that mouthplate is actually to cover OP’s lips while cussing 

What would they do if the other one was hurt: Megatron, coming in with an ex-fusion cannon as a medikit:

(have this meme i made)

Op would probably call Ratchet 20 times in the span of two days, but play it as if it’s all just for “precaution” and not because he’s, you know, worried.

Who is the dirty talker: they both are (griffin mcelroy’s voice) dirty boys

A head canon: peacetime Megop, with Rodimus as the active Prime and Magnus+Drift as consultants, so they’re literally off duty forever and OP is just like (CLENCHES FIST) PRIMUS IM RETIRED. FINALLY and megatron cries a single tear because wow finally he’s retired I’m so proud of this achievement

#transformers #tfs #megop #megaop #megatron #optimus prime #erinni #maccadam #Anonymous #ask