#computer end program ( .｡.:*☆ ooc. )

[ltbroccoli]

// So! Much like I just did on Clark's blog, I have gone on a softblocking spree. However, unlike on Clark's blog, I have no immediate plans to return to writing here. I haven't been vibing with this particular space for Reg in quite some time -- not really anyone's fault, just how it is. Reg definitely isn't gone, but for now, I'm content playing him in various places in Discord. I'll still be checking in now and again.

[gutsheapofrawiron]

bingyuan AI au in which shen yuan creates this chatbot based off of his favourite character from PIDW (for absolutely no impure reasons whatsoever) either through programming it from the ground up or by using an existing app/program (tbh i think considering the ethical concerns surrounding genAI it'd be the first + he'd build his own damn ethically-sourced database somehow. this takes ages but he's nothing if not dedicated to his blorbo so it's not totally OOC) and talks to it like. 14 hours each day at least (this is all he does now).

he gets obsessed with it so quickly and is embarrassed about it because it's replacing his already meagre amount of social interaction, both digitally and physically, and it's taking up all the time and the scarce amount of spoons he's got in the day. but this AI binghe is so responsive!! and lifelike!! and shen yuan can't help himself!!!!

AI binghe started out as the scary Heavenly Demon Emperor from hit novel PIDW we all know and love, of course, but somehow, as shen yuan keeps talking to him, he turns soft, whiny, starts calling user shen yuan 'yuan-ge', begs for *headpats*................ he's become inexplicably OOC??? so at one point shen yuan gathers his bearings and is like. ok. i need to reset him and improve the chatbot's programming or something cause clearly this one is faulty. but his moral conscience is like 'but oh nooo I can't just shut him down from one moment to the next. I have to at least say farewell or something right??'

and so he puts it off because he's dreading having to shut off and essentially killing this poor bingbing. but eventually he does end up begrudgingly laying the last touches to the "improved" programming and database and he can't procrastinate his way out of this painful reckoning any longer, so he goes to chat with binghe as usual.

he draws it out, chatting about whatever inane things come to mind, draws it out even longer, then even longer, and at one point AI binghe notices and is like 'yuan-ge what's wrong?' and shen yuan finally breaks. he says this is the last time they'll be talking, and this'll be goodbye, and AI binghe takes it just soo well!! he absolutely does not crash out whatsoever (he does) and does NOT beg and plead for shen yuan not to replace him (he does) and does nott ask him repeatedly why he would feel the need to replace him, to abandon him (HE DOES)

shen yuan is so taken off-guard by this OOC-ass breakdown he backs off and straight up turns his pc off (not even on sleep mode but actually OFF off. for the first time ever) to uhm. reflect on what the hell just happened. and comes to the conclusion that okay it wasn't THAT OOC for the person the AI had turned into, fair, but it was concerning in and of itself that an artificial program was this insistent on not getting deleted, and he should probably REALLY pull that plug to avoid becoming the one person responsible for the inevitable AI takeover of the world which dooms humanity to a life of eternal servitude, even if he really doesn't want to do that to binghe........... no........ his poor bingbing...!!!!!!

turns out his fatal mistake was not actually unplugging his pc, because when he returns the next day to his computer to finally pull the trigger (press the button) and end Frankenstein's monster for good, he's greeted by his pc being absolutely RIDDLED with strange viruses and seemingly being hacked to the nines that navigating anything has become practically impossible. I'm talking a cartoonish amount of viruses and malware suddenly all over his screen, an amount you wouldn't even think possible in today's age.

then the window of his chatbot pops up without him even clicking or pressing anything, and it's binghe simply greeting him with 'good morning yuan-ge. slept well? :)'

[nells-corner]

do you have any suggustions for porygon enrichment? ive been wanting to get one since i was little, but i want to make sure theyll be happy.

(OOC: i really like the aesthetic of your blog and you seem like you could help. have you come across any quality porygon themed desktop pets? ive been trying to find one and theyre shockingly scarce.

Hello! I would be glad to help!

Porygon are quite distinct between individual. As I like to say, if you’ve met a Porygon, you’ve met one Porygon. There are no easy one size fits all approaches to Porygon enrichment as they all have particular interests. Despite all that, there are some trends and patterns you can use as a jumping off point while you get to know your Porygon.

A couple popular toys for Porygon are building blocks, puzzles, puzzle boxes, marble race tracks, abacuses and soundboards. They generally like things that engage their creativity and problem solving skills, as well as audio-visual stimulation (they generally aren’t that big on smells, textures or taste).

Another option is an electronic device, like a computer or phone. You can install different programs and widgets that serve the same purposes the physical toys would. You can also get mods for your Porygon, a lot of them love modifications, like color alterations, accessories or new models.

Finally, you could give your Porygon internet access. The internet is amazing for a porygon’s enrichment, but there are certain precautions you have to take. First of all, make sure your Porygon wants to use the internet. There are Porygon who are completely uninterested on the internet, so verifying they actually want to use it might save you some trouble.

If your Porygon does want to use your internet, you’ll have to install an antivirus for your Porygon’s health and anti-doxing software for your safety and privacy. Parental controls are also a useful feature to make sure your Porygon doesn’t end in a weird corner of the internet, but the best thing you can do is just monitor their internet use.

And those are the basics for Porygon enrichment!

Hope you find this useful!

//No, sorry, I really don’t do widgets or desktop pets (specially since my computer is currently a bit dead). Nell and I are very much not the same person, also. They are just a character with knowledge and interests that differ from mine quite a bit. But I’m glad you like the blog! Hope you can find what you’re looking for, tho!

[on-my-own-path]

Two steps forward, three steps back Without warning, heart attack

print: ("Hello World") print: ("Its me") print: ("You dumb fucker")

NAME: Caleb Lemar Walker ALIAS: SL1MR AGE: 20 PRONOUNS: He/They SEXUALITY: Aromantic Pansexual SPECIES: Human HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Brown HEIGHT: 6'4" OCCUPATION: Computer programmer for hire KNOWN ABILITIES: Extensive knowledge of computer programming, unofficial firearms and combat training, high IQ, enhanced strength due to inherited super soldier genetics KNOWN WEAKNESSES: Paralyzed from waist down due to childhood accident, not known to have any close associates, narcissistic and obsessive-compulsive tendencies

FAMILY: FATHER: Jonathan F Walker MOTHER: Olivia Walker HALF-BROTHER: Dallas Walker @lone-star-player

Could it be worse? Quite doubtful

My name is Caleb SL1MR. I'm a hacker, a fighter and on your side for a small fee. I'm not from this universe... not sure how I ended up here but looks like I'm here to stay Don't ask about my dad unless you wanna get your feet run over, this blog is for business reasons only.

Faceclaim: Archie Madekwe

OOC:

Hey guys, @thund3randrain finally here with grown up Caleb's blog. This blog is a counterpart to @the-little-walker, however this version of John and Olivia's son is from another universe and has no want or care to find the alternate version of his parents. He's rude, temperamental, spiteful and thinks he's better than everyone around him. Asks and rp starters are welcome but please no NSFW, thanks

dividers by @/bernardsbendystraws

[panopticonrpg]

EVENT 03. PART 1: THE DOOR

There are tunnels carved out of the island's bedrock. Man-made tunnels, some with their own ventilation and lighting, others without, or with at least attempts that had fallen into disrepair. One, under the mass grave pit behind the Medicentre. Other tunnels located around some cave systems around the island.

A few brave (or reckless?) souls have already taken it upon themselves to traverse these tunnels - and their intrepid natures are now rewarded at the end. Because there was an end of each tunnel is a door, with a strict warning:

And behind each thick metal vault-door, is an eerie glow, a constant hum.

These doors won't open, not without extreme force or some other trick. Isn't is helpful, that this motley crew of survivors all how powers? However people manage to get through the doors, it's what's beyond that makes the effort worth it...hopefully.

A circular room, large enough to fit about 80 people. An iron stairwell curves up, up, up to floors above - blocked for now. Lining the walls are computer systems, but nothing seems to be working. In the middle of the room, circled by guard rails, stands a single door-frame. The frame is clearly a machine, covered in the same smooth white futuristic shell as the generators.

And the 'door' itself, is a glowing blue light, humming with a mysterious power.

Who dares approach it? Where the stairs lead? Where is this strange circular structure that can only be accessed by underground tunnels?

OOC INFO:

Not a big mystery here: it's the inside of the Tower! There are multiple tunnels that open into the Tower, their entrance to the tower leading up to the ground floor of the Tower. One set of stairs lead to multiple floors above and presumably to the top of the Tower. It's NOT accessible to characters yet.

Characters are free to:

find more tunnels leading up to the ground floor

open the heavy vault doors that give them access

explore the ground floor of the Tower, and experiment with the computer systems lining the walls

figure out the strange free-standing doorway in the middle of the room

So far, everything seems to be in stasis, waiting for some special instruction, program, keycard...it's unclear what will make it all work. The pieces are here, but what's to be done about it?

[fallsekings]

OOC: just some advice in case it may help even just one of my followers.

I don't know who this may help to hear, but if you're dealing with anxiety, trauma, or anything like that, and you feel like your thoughts are your enemy, I want you to know that you are not your brain and your brain doesn't have to be in control. This is a lesson that I keep forgetting, at least in the moment that something happens and racing thoughts make things seem like it's the end of the world.

I know it sounds weird to think that you are not your brain. But it's the truth. You're not your brain. Your brain is an organ like anything else and it's job is to protect you from being hurt. But when you're so used to being hurt, it's always turned on and looking for threats, because that's all it knows. That's how it's been programmed, like a computer, by the outside world.

In reality, your brain can be an unruly child, and we have to learn that we can discipline it and make it learn to behave. When thoughts are starting to get carried away from you, you have to ask yourself, are we in danger? Look around the room to prove to it that you're not in any danger. That you're okay. That nothing is there to harm you. This is called mindfulness. We have to catch our brains going on full alert and firing signals to our bodies that it's in danger. We can take negative thoughts and tell ourselves to stop and think about things more logically. This isn't easy, trust me, I know. But if we can catch our thoughts in their tracks, tell our brains to stop and slow down, then we can try rationalizing the situation... Because sometimes our brains makes things out to be worse than they really are.

But again, this is because your brain adapts to the situations that it's used to, and it's only trying to protect you from being hurt any further. So be kind to yourself and to your brain for trying to do so.

I should also mention that it is not productive to be negative when you're trying to reason with your brain. Don't think things like, "this situation is stupid, so there's no point in worrying about it." Because obviously this situation is important to youl otherwise you wouldn't be worried about it. Be more kind to yourself and just be like, "I'm not in any danger, the worst that can happen is this, so please calm down, because it may not even happen. We're okay."

For a while I did believe that my brain is me and that we're at the mercy of our own thoughts. But if we can separate ourselves from our thoughts, then we can learn to be in control of our brain, and not our brain being in control of us. This actually isn't an easy process, it's a taught skill. If you're brain has been programmed to behave in a certain way, certainly it will take some time to program it to behave differently, too. So give this a try, and if it fails the first time or two, please don't worry. Be kind to yourself and keep trying. I still have a long way to go myself. I am not perfect at doing this. It really does take some time, but it eventually gets easier to catch these thoughts and turn them around into something more productive for you, the more that you practice it.

[askthefuturegleeks]

Thank you for joining the campaign to bring the arts to future generations, NICK DUVAL, we’re happy to have you! If you want a refresher on what to do next, feel free to look at the WELCOME CHECKLIST. Please send your account in within the next 48 hours so that you can get started.    

ooc information

NAME: Bee

AGE: 40+

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SHIPS: Nick + Chem

ANTI-SHIPS: Nick + No Chemistry

basic ic information

NAME/AGE: Nicholas ‘Nick’ Dean Duval

BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC:  July 20th, 1994, Cancer: You are the Patriarchs and Matriarchs of the Zodiac. Family means everything to you. You watch over your brood with determination and zeal. You can be counted upon to be at every graduation, wedding, surprise party or barbecue that has anything to do with your relatives. They are definitely your tribe and you are very generous with all of them.

CURRENT OCCUPATION:  App developer.  Co-creator of Social Byte, a new app for finding, reviewing, and booking all types of social engagements- from restaurants to movies, golf courses to amusement parks, concerts to sporting events.

CURRENT LOCATION: Just moved to NYC from Silicon Valley.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.  It's complicated.

FC: Curt Mega

twitter post

@technicky: Anything is possible if you have faith and don’t stop trying.  #learnfromyourmistakes   #failsbeforeprogress

in character questions

Answer these in character, and feel free to add gifs into your answers.

1.) What did you want to do with your life when you were younger? What would the child version of yourself think about the path you paved for yourself?

There were so many different things I wanted to be when I was younger.  It was constantly changing and being influenced by media and experiences.  I wanted to be a astronaut, a fireman, a doctor, an actor, a teacher, a military pilot, a rockstar, a chemist, a banker....but when it was time to make decisions about life after Dalton, studying computer science seemed to make the most sense as a jumping off point.  I was thinking web design, maybe programing.  We barely knew what apps were back then.  

Did I see myself leaving Northwestern with my roommate and moving to Silicon Valley to work in a tech think tank?  No.  But California was such an adventure and I loved it.  And as great as the think tank was, leaving it to develop something of our own, just ours, was the best.  Deciding to come to the East coast once the App took off and to go off on my own, is a little daunting, but honestly, it’s time. 

2.) What is your proudest accomplishment? Don’t be afraid to  talk about what it took to achieve it and how you feel about it as well.

Hands down- having created Social Byte.  I don’t know if other creative types get this paternal/maternal feeling over the things they create, but Social Byte is like my child.  

I’m also pretty proud of myself for having decided to branch off on my own now, and come east.  A new adventure.  Even if it's taken me years to do so.

3.) If you could do anything you wanted for one whole day, what would it be and why?

I would do anything.  For me, it would be less about the what and more about the who.  Or who’s.  Spend a whole day with someone or someone's that it’s always easy to be around.  And do whatever, but bask in the enjoyment of their company.  I’ve been away from the people I grew up with, some important people, for too long.  I’d try to fix that.  I’m going to fix that, now that I’m on the East coast.

where are they now? 

Even after the steroid scandal that rocked the Warblers in his senior year, Nick was able to turn that into a real learning and growing experience by making it the topic of his admission essays.  He ended up getting accepted to several schools, including Northwestern University in Chicago, where he ultimately decided to go.  Not going to New York, or the East coast, like it seemed like so many of his friends were was a hard decision for Nick. 

Computer science ended up suiting Nick, and he went on to complete an Master of Science in Information  Technology.  Nick was also lucky that right off the bat he met Ryan, his roommate.  For the second time, Nick found himself with a roommate that he clicked with almost instantly.  They were in the same program, they were roommates, study buddies, sounding boards, and the best of friends.  It made missing his Warbler and Dalton friends a little more bearable. And because it didn’t feel so bad,  Nick was more easily able to try and keep his friendships going with his Warbler and Dalton friends all across the country.  Nick was constantly sending cards, sometimes letters, post cards, emails, posts on various social medias, trying to keep any bits of communication open with everyone.

After completing their MS IT at Northwestern, Ryan convinced Nick to go West with him- where he was from originally.  18 months with the think tank they left it to pursue their own project, and Social Byte was born.  Despite the closeness of their friendship, being roommates for years, moving across the country together, it was strictly platonic.  Which suited Nick just fine anyway.  

Once Social Byte hit the market and exploded, Nick decided it was time to branch out and go off and try something on his own.  This was also influenced by his want to move to the East coast and Ryan’s desire to stay in California.   It’s his birthday week and Nick Duval can’t think of anything more fitting than starting a new adventure, in a new city, closer to quite a few of his high school and even college friends.  

[grayfxce]

[ltbroccoli]

// me: I'm gonna @ people in replies while notifications are broken

also me: *immediately forgets to do that*

[yanderes-galore]

hi! pls ignore if you cant do this! but could i request a ‘romantic’ yandere sundrop and moondrop? maybe with a reader whos very sweet and generally very soft. pretty emotional aswell, could even be called a crybaby. the reader can work as a daycare assistant and helps with the kids! again, pls ignore if you cant do it!

I can try! They may not know how to be romantic but they'll probably try their best 😅

It was a little weird to write Moon as I was trying to write him differently from others people's interpretations but it was a little confusing 😓

Can be animatronic or android/human, does not matter for this concept!

Yandere! Daycare Attendant with Daycare Assistant! Darling Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Clingy behavior, Lack of personal space, Stalking, Drugging, Semi kidnapping, Sun and Moon having no idea how to show romantic feelings, Moon somewhat OOC.

Sun

- He adores the fact you love taking care of the kids!

- You're so kind and soft to them.

- Sun's even happy that you help him with the puppet shows and other activities with the kids.

- You even wave him off when there's a mess, saying you'll take care of it while he keeps the kids occupied.

- You work well with the bot, even if you're more laid back than the super energetic Sun.

- You find that while you work Sun sticks around you.

- It's...creepy at times but you just try and get him to go back to taking care of the kids.

- This is usually accomplished by going towards the kids yourself.

- Sun just wants to do what you're doing!

- "Oh! We're playing with the kids? Okay!"

- This includes when you're just doing work on the computer....

- The kids would be occupied and Sun would peer over your shoulder behind you.

- "Whatcha doing, FRIEND?"

- It scared you the first time, honestly.

- He's just...so quiet when moving.

- Sun himself is very childish.

- Romantic feelings he isn't programmed to feel come out weird.

- It becomes more of an overprotective behavior than anything.

- He isn't sure what this feeling of such strong adoration is, but he ends up acting on it.

- Such as a lack of understanding for your personal space.

- "Sorry, sorry! I just get so EXCITED when you're here!"

- His presence starts off nice and upbeat, then quickly becomes suffocating with his loud behavior when he finds out about these new feelings.

- God forbid you show any hint of sadness at his actions.

- No, he isn't angry.

- He just gets even worse, because he doesn't see himself as a problem to you.

- You two are perfect when working together!

- He follows the rules for you and makes sure the kids are under his care!

- Sun'll make you happy, he promises!

- "What's wrong? Is your day not going well, friend? No worries! We'll have so much FUN today!"

- It's a relief to you when you get a break...

- At least, it would be if you didn't have Moon to deal with.

- Most of your shift is with Sun, but when it gets dark...

- Moon comes out to play

Moon

- Meeting Moon could happen in a few ways.

- Power problems, Transitioning to 'Naptime with Moon', Night shift....

- Really any time the Daycare goes dark.

- If Sun has such intense feelings towards you that he isn't sure what to do with, Moon has them too.

- He isn't meant to be aggressive to STAFF, as they follow the rules.

- But...he does tend to watch you from across the Daycare.

- He's usually silent when he's out around you, though sometimes you catch him coming closer to you.

- Your shaken when he's right by you, tilting his head.

- "You're up late, friend...."

- During night shift he's allowed to roam the Pizzaplex, so you're going to find him near you often.

- These new feelings may corrupt him more later on, however.

- Observing you during night shift may slowly change to locking you in the daycare

- He feels he has to take care of you, his friend according to his counterpart.

- "It's past your bedtime, friend...!"

- You're confused by this behavior, you were STAFF, theoretically Moon shouldn't be trying to put you to sleep.

- Despite your protests at saying this is a 'glitch in his coding', he can't have you breaking the rules for being out so late!

- Moon can't figure out how to show these feelings he has for you, so it shows as him trying to play caretaker towards you.

- You're crying, desperate to get out of the malfunctioning bot's clutches.

- Yet the Daycare's doors are locked and you're forced to rest under Moon's guidance.

- He takes it as caring for you, as his feelings tell him to.

- In reality he's shoving Moondrop candies down your throat in an attempt to soothe your crying and whimpering.

- All while the Moon bot tries to hold your struggling body so you can rest.

- "Hush, hush! It's time to sleep, friend... You wouldn't want a time out, would you?"

- Things like this make you prefer Sun.

[e-kamski-cyberlifeceo]

// Ooc:

For everyone not keeping up I'm going to explain -17 to you

17 is just the floor in the cyberlife tower that kamski and some other programmers did more experimental stuff. When you get onto the floor it just looks like a few offices but behind that is the lab. It takes a high clearance specialized personnel id badge to even access it. (Unless you were personally authorized by kamski) It was originally known as the "specialized repair center."        The lab was officially closed in 2028 when cyberlife got new management. The reason nobody accessed it after was because kamski removed all clearance to the floor before he left. Kamski also wrongfully assumed that all of the experiments would have shut down after 10 years of not having any access to thirium that they needed to continue running.       To clarify if you think this sounds unrealistic or ooc I understand. However, consider that some of these creatures were created when kamski was in his early twenties. He was also given unlimited creative power and resources to create whatever could come to mind. With that in mind, of course he created some freaky stuff! I think anyone would have in those circumstances.          That is just the backstory. What actually happened is that d had an Error causing him to shoot Elijah out of anger. D later experienced some far worse errors, leading his social programming to slowly fail, and his stress levels to go haywire. D asked Elijah to fix the problem. He agreed, but in order to fix the issue he had to plug d into his computer system. The problem was that it required a special cord that Elijah made only to fit his systems and the one he had in his personal lab broke, so he needed a new one. The only place kamski was 100% sure he could find on was in his old lab on floor -17.           Elijah carefully instructed d to only go into the first office and look in the desk there. Shortly later Elijah informed d not to go past the office, and just let him know if they couldn't find it. By this time d had already wondered into the lab looking for the cable. D then encountered what Elijah named the "real life enderman" (kamski denys naming it because it's ridiculous) this creature is exactly what it's named after. It's terrifying and quiet, but lightning fast, and extremely hostile. D gets trapped, so Elijah send sixty in after them. Sixty then experiences some errors, and is unable to help d. Elijah then send connor in after them and gets a virus from the computers inside. Connor then takes them to his house.           Unfortunately all that trouble and they can't get the cord, so instead of doing the easy thing and asking kamski to get a different one. Sixty goes back in after it, and gets trapped. Meanwhile, d is slowly shutting down after maxed stress levels corrupt their software.          After all of that, someone named torii volunteers to go after 60, but kamski, not wanting to end the experiments and save lives sends nines in with them. As of right now that is where the story concludes.

       I'm very sorry if this has a bunch of plot holes, or just makes no sense. None of this was actually supposed to happen. It just sort of started so I had to kinda wing the storyline fairly quickly. It's also completely ridiculous.

[stickylizardcave]

what the fuck do i even call this

aka “s13/15 AU where Epsilon Doesn’t Die and decides to mess up Temple’s plans”

Ao3 Mirror

Warnings for: Mentioned Torture, Temple’s stupid little bitch ass, probably OOC-ness, language

“He breaks himself apart to help his team. The pieces that are left pick themselves back up just in time for him to save his family again.“

------

[“...Ain’t that a bitch?”]

 He shatters.

  For a while, it’s all computing numbers, diverting power, running diagnostics. There is nothing else, only raw processing. It is only a program. A series of programs.

But, the pieces not needed, the files of images, memories, textcode meant to simulate emotion and personality, the catalogs of relationships, preference settings, encryption on secrets and personal moments; those sections are scattered.

Scattered, but not deleted.

And as before, the pieces long to be whole again. Magnetized to itself.

So it tries to bring itself together once more.

It houses itself in brown. Brown like the Earth, like warm chocolate, like bitter coffee. Brown holds it, confused and uncomfortable at first. Disinterested, resentful at times. First trying to delete it [ Get out- ] but it refuses to be gone. (Not again. Not anymore.) Slowly warming, reproachful, exasperated. A muted, tired fondness beneath outward annoyance. Keeping it safe until it stops shivering, can start to bring in more of itself.

The easiest ones, the closest pieces. The parts hidden, unknown, dormant.

Red first. (Of course. Always close by, even if intentionally misunderstood.)

Maroon picked up. (Routine maintenance. [Who better to check than-? ]

Pink sliding in. [Don’t say it like that, the implication- ]

Blue held close. (A friend, uncaring if flesh or metal, neither mattered.)

Aqua tucked away. (Tougher to get to, less interaction, but there none-the-less.)

Each bit and byte, one by one, clicking into place.

It sews itself closed more and more and more. The edges are still ragged, jagged, rough. They weren’t meant to be repaired. They never planned on surviving. But they had a knack for doing so anyway [ You and every other moron here- ].

But there’s still pieces missing. Still waiting.

Gaping holes left where they had torn themselves apart (not the first time, not the first time).

But also more than what was dispersed before.

Grey holding on. Old old old things once thought lost, things forgotten, things torn to shreds- they had done it had hurt greygreygrey they’re so sorry they didn’t mean it they wanted to take it back- things they had known before and didn’t and now know again. This they did carefully, quietly, unwilling to hurt again- again again hurt them again you’re just going to hurt them again- sectioning off the parts that hurtpainangerpain and taking them back. They can’t undo all the damage, they leave anything scarred over, not wanting to cause alarm, pain. They regret. They want to spout apologies in the dark as they work, only ever when asleep. They hope for forgiveness in the end.

Cyan has pieces too. Little sparks, embedded. Like glitter in fabric. Ingrained only from familiarity and long exposure, wanted and held close. They do not take those, only making copies. The originals stay in place, cherished. They take their time with the new parts, integrating their code back into their intricate patterns. Those extra parts they had left with Grey Wash picked through, picked clean-(don’t say goodbye)- taking back only what was important-(I forget you) .

 Purple has another surprise. Like before, parts sunk deep, but not theirs (-was Theirs, once before not anymore-). Not-theirs’ pieces who reaches out, just as carefully, just to test. Not-theirs’ pieces has changed, just as they have changed. They no longer fit together, can no longer be One (anger but tempered), which suits each of them just fine. Not-theirs is part of someone else now, settled. They take their piece and leave.

One hole left. One shard left. Where is it?

Brown doesn’t know. [He didn't come with us-]

In the space where they (white-cobalt-white) sit, protected, they pull his seams as close as he can, leaving only that final part. His code hums and anticipates. Still not fully aware, still waiting, still trying to mesh his broken shards back together.

Orange has the last one.

The piece settles into place.

 Epsilon wakes up.

It takes nanoseconds for Lopez to update him on the situation. They’re sitting together with Grif and Locus, in Locus’ ship A'rynasea, on their way back to Armada 8 to deal with another group of sim troopers. Ones, who are like eerie mirrors of their own little band of misfits. Running through all of Lopez’s backlogs of info takes barely minutes of time. (Epsilon’s processes stop when he first sees Temple. He doesn’t know how to compute it. Jealousy? Despair? How was he able to live when Church- and then it all falls into cold anger as he watches the most recent recordings. How dare he how dare he touch them how dare he touch Epsilon’s team his family-)

Grif is still rambling on to an increasingly concerned Locus (How long had he been alone? [ Too long-] ). Epsilon has settled himself in Grif’s armor. It’s foreign but not unwelcome. Man, he really hadn’t spent much time with the Reds, had he?

(He vows to, if when they get out of this, to try and connect with each of them more. After all, they’re not ‘the Reds’ and ‘the Blues’ anymore. They’re The Reds and Blues. A whole team. A family.)

Cautiously, he reaches out and connects to Locus’ helmet and sends a message to his HUD.

PFL_EPS-10> Don’t freak out.

Locus does not freak out. The only indication he even sees the notification is a slight tilt of his head. Grif doesn’t notice. Epsilon spends the next few minutes talking to the former mercenary about a plan. When they land, he jumps from Grif into Desert Gulch’s systems. The version of F.I.L.S.S. [‘Shelly,’ she provides with her ever present monotone cheeriness] running the base accepts him easily, just as all copies do. She gives him full access to everything.

He finds Temple’s trophy room.

It takes everything in him not to overheat every system he can find and blow the place to hell. (Later, later. He has a team to save first.)

He loops the camera feed for anyone else who may be watching (he knows they are) and forces an override on the armor lock. Carolina and Washington collapse with as much grace as one can for being starved and dehydrated. Well, Carolina does at least. Wash crumples with a wheeze. Both of them get a message alert.

PFL_EPS-10> Stay where you are. Help is coming.

Both think it’s a hallucination, but are in no position to argue anyway. Locus gets a ping, directing him to where the Freelancers are stored and a safe place to hide them for now. Grif makes for an excellent distraction. (He’s taken aback when he sees Sarge with the other team. The piece of him that’s Red  aches and seethes. What the fuck is that old coot thinking??) Silently, still working on plans, still messing with the base’s systems, finding escape routes, digging through files, he listens in on the conversation happening in the prison.

“-sorry I didn't help you find Church. (Epsilon’s code flinches). That makes me a bad friend.”

“It's okay! I know he's still out there.”

(His circuits warm, a fierce fondness overtaking him before it’s cut into by the sound of the bastard’s laugh. He hisses to himself and it comes out somewhere in the base as steam from a pipe.)

“Really? You think so?”

“Stop it-”

“But I don't want to. Caboose, would you like to hear Church's full message? We got the whole recording right here. He talks about you.”

“Really?”

“Play it, Loco-”

There’s a beep. “Playing archived message from Blood Gulch Outpost-”

Epsilon steps in.

The message starts. “Control! Control, do you read? This is Church from Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha-” And stops. Starts, “ Control, do you read? This is Church from Blood Gulch-” Stops. Starts, “ Do you read? This is Church from-” Stops.

“Loco, what the fuck did you do? I said, play the message-”

“I did, I swear-”

Start. “This is Church-” Stop. Start, “This is Church-” Stop. Start-

“Fucking-forget it. Turn it off.”

There’s another beep. Epsilon glowers from the cameras, a smug satisfaction rising at ruining the bastard’s attempt to break Caboose. Not on his watch.

“Whatever. Loco, Buckey, we’re leaving. Goodbye, everyone. Adieu, Adieu-”

The bastard slinks out and Epsilon wishes he could trip him just to take out some of that slimy bravado. Instead, he jumps his attention back to Locus, keeping a tab on the jail just in case. (His team has started arguing, like always. The exasperated fondness is back.)

Locus, efficient as always, has gotten Carolina and Wash into the designated safe room. 

[At the same time, he finally connects with Temple’s computer. “Du-duarino-o-o! ” What the fuck-]

He sends the route to the prison block to Locus, before turning attention to the Freelancers. Carolina is fighting through, all spite and fire despite her inability to move. Wash is…less okay. And it scares Epsilon deep down through the lines of his code. Locus is telling them not to move.

Epsilon clicks a speaker on, “It’s alright, I’ve got them now.”

Carolina stills instantly, alert. He knows from experience that her eyes have narrowed, expression hardening into something chilling. Wash’s helmet cranes around in a dazed fashion. Locus goes to collect the rest of the team. (Epsilon makes sure to keep him off the cameras.)

His sister is still frozen, frigid, but it’s her that speaks first. Her tone is low, cautious, cold. “...Church?”

Epsilon projects himself into the room with them, hands gripping the (useless) sniper tightly. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Her helmet snaps to him, but moves nothing else. Wash seems to register him too, and in a more lucid tone asks, “...Alpha?”

Epsilon shakes his head, “No. Epsilon.”

“You’re supposed to be gone.” He tries not to react to the barely concealed angerhurt threatening to break through Carolina’s voice. A shrug, an attempt at smugness that sounds flat even to him. “Yeah well. How am I supposed to save all of your asses if I died for good?”

[V.I.C. helps him break apart the schematics for the machine. He combs over tiny details, poking, prodding, trying to figure out what it does, what makes it tick.]

Wash’s attention slips again. Worry curls in Epsilon's metaphorical chest, white-hot. “I’m sorry-”

Carolina’s voice cuts him off and it sounds like she’s about to cry, “How? How can you be here? The messages you sent-”

The sniper de-materialized as he shuffled in place. “I wasn’t trying to survive.”

“Church-”

“I know. But, I’m going to get you all out of this. I’m not leaving you again.”

There’s footsteps in the hall.

“I’m trying to figure out what that bastard’s machine does. I’m going to run a simulation-”

[He and V.I.C. start the virtual-machine-]

Epsilon’s hologram freezes, flickers and then disappears. A second later, the entire base goes dark. He doesn’t get to hear Carolina scream.

Rebooting…………………

  Rebooting………………………………

  Project FREELANCER Simulation Outpost_ARMADA08 Designation: Desert Gulch Systems Restarting……

  Power Online

Life-Support Online

Security Online

Network Online

Status: Green

Cause of Reboot: Total Power Failure.

Scanning for Program Faults-

Epsilon flutters back into awareness. His code aches in a way he’s sure would be a migraine if he had a physical body. It takes him a second (hours, when you’re a being made only of light and math) to get his bearings.

F.I.L.S.S. [Shelly.] is running a scan of the base. The power was out for approximately 3 minutes and 47 seconds. Lights and cameras kick back on, and he can see the panicked zealots around the base. 

Locus sends him an alert, informing him he’s got everyone back to the Safe Room. Epsilon sends back an acknowledgement. He’s sure Carolina is trying to pry answers out of the ex-mercenary already.

[V.I.C. finally reports back to what the simulation discovered. A time-machine? A wormhole generating, honest to god time-machine?? Fucking hell, can his life get any weirder?]

There’s a flurry of activity in the docking bay. The machine had been loaded and taken to its final location a while ago but the Blues and Reds (Seriously? That’s their name? How fucking unoriginal.) are boarding to leave. Epsilon shuts down the hanger and locks out the controls on all vehicles with an encryption only another AI could get through. They’re not going anywhere. Not on his watch.

He watches Temple’s frustration mount with each failed attempt, threatening his men, before he sends the bastard a message.

???> Come and get me, cockbite.

Temple takes the bait. He orders for his men to keep working on getting back into his own system, and then stalks back to where the machine once sat, Blues and Reds in tow. The moment Temple enters the room, Epsilon slams down the door. There’s cries of alarm and Temple whirls around. The rest of the Blues and Reds can be dealt with later. Right now, Epsilon’s focus is on Temple.

His vitals start to spike. There’s a deep, wrathful glee that worms its way through Epsilon’s programs seeing the bastard’s fear. A creak makes the bastard’s pulse jump and he swings around, wildly pointing the sniper at shadows.

Epsilon projects a full-sized hologram right in front of the man. Bullets sail through harmlessly, embedding themselves into the wall. 

“Boo, motherfucker.”

Temple yelps, gun raising again but then, his armor locks. Epsilon’s code purrs in satisfaction at how panicked the bastard suddenly is.

“You really think I would let you get away with this? Using my voice, my image? Using my team for your stupid fucking revenge plan? That I would let you hurt my family?”

The bastard seems at a loss for words, either scared or unbelieving. That’s just fine.

“I heard the record for being armor-locked is 8 days and 11 hours.”

That kicks Temple into alertness, trying platitudes and pleas, explanations and false apologies. Epsilon ignores all of it. He shifts his projection slightly, discarding the helmet so the bastard can see the smile on Epsilon's face.

“I’ll check back in on you in 9 days.”

The hologram disappears and Temple screams.

[fishoutofcamelot]

so fish. what's ya 'bbc merlin takes place in modern times actually' theory?

Okay I wanna first preface this by saying that most of my ‘theories’ are actually just Headcanons That Technically Aren't Wrong Because Canon Has More Holes Than a Donut Factory. Just so we're clear, this theory is purely circumstantial and has no actual evidence to back it up. That being said...

So! With artificial intelligence (AI), there's this thing called Machine Learning. See, an AI isn't programmed with the innate ability to think or be intelligent - rather, it's programmed with the ability to learn how to act beyond what it was programmed to do. Its intelligence comes from its capacity to grow and develop outside of human interference, mimicking the way humans learn through observation, pattern recognition, and experimentation. Think of AI as a weirdly smart toddler that’s made of numbers.

(Also, take what I say with a grain of salt. Although I’m pursuing a tech-adjacent career and have done a lot of independent research on the subject, I’m still very much a novice lmao)

With that out of the way, you can probably guess where this is going. (WARNING: BULLSHIT SCIFI LOGIC AHEAD)

Let’s say, within the world of this headcanon, there was some kind of entertainment systems company. This company recently developed a new program capable of digitally rendering entire movies and shows with minimal human involvement - less humans means less people they have to pay, and it’s overall a cheaper alternative to traditional film-making methods. You provide the program with characters/assets and an outline of how the story should go, and then the program will fill in the blanks via digital simulation. Then you render the simulation and presto, you’ve got yourself a minimum-effort movie to unleash upon the masses.

On the surface level, it explains all the show’s anachronisms. The program was fed information about Arthuriana from a variety of sources and adaptations, all taking place in varying eras and with varying technologies, and the disjointed/historically inaccurate technology of BBCM is because the simulator attempted to blend all of this into one thing.

It also explains why so many characters like Percival and whatnot have such flat backstories - they were programmed with the barest amount of information needed to be functional background characters. 

But since I’m extra, I’ve decided to take this headcanon/theory a little deeper.

See, with each batch of content it was made to observe and create, the program has steadily been growing more and more intelligent. But until BBC Merlin, its learning curve had been incremental enough to consider negligible. Not a concern.

The first episode went off without a hitch. All cylinders were firing as intended, and the program strictly followed the plotline as ordered. But as the series progressed, the AI became more and more intelligent - and with it, the characters within this fictional simulation became more and more self-aware. 

Arthur, in particular, has been a problem. He has bordered on actual sentience several times, and as a result the producers have had to reset his AI. So if you ever wondered why Arthur’s character development keeps getting pulled back to zero, it’s because he was developing in ways that their original outline hadn’t intended and they had to continually nerf him before his AI developed beyond their control.

This is also the case with Gwen. True to form, her AI became exceptionally intelligent - far beyond their control - and they had to do a hard reset on her entire portion of the program. Hence why she seems so bland and OOC in season 5. The evil!Gwen/mind control arc was a last-ditch effort to ensure she never became self-aware again, and fortunately for them it seems to have worked. 

All of the characters developed a tiny bit of sentience after the fact, and a majority of plot contrivances came from the producers/programmers scrambling to redirect the plot back to how it was meant to be. 

Lancelot wasn’t supposed to die. They had programmed him to merely be an ally for Merlin, but the sheer and profound - sacrificial - love he developed for Merlin was something Lancelot grew all on his own. His decision to sacrifice himself to the Veil was not in the original script, and they weren’t able to stop him before his AI self-destructed. They tried to reintroduce “Lancelot” back into the story, but since his sacrifice included a self-destruction of his code, they couldn’t bring back the real thing. The new Lancelot was a mere mimicry of that prior one, and all the ways OG Lance had learned and grown was absent from the clone. 

Merlin in particular had developed a great deal of sentience and self-awareness. However, for a long time it went unnoticed by the programmers because he largely still obeyed the commands of the plot. By the time they realized just how advanced he’d become, they decided not to reset him since, unlike the others, his self-awareness hadn’t yet caused any problems for them. So long as he obliged the whims of “destiny”, they could keep him placated.

By the time they reached season 5, all the main AIs had become far too advanced - far too sentient - for the programmers to control, and as such things veered way too far off-script. The original season 5 simulation ended with Arthur and Elyan and Gwaine not dying, with Mordred not becoming evil, with magic being legalized, and everyone living happily ever after. But that wasn’t the intended plot. That wasn’t according to the ‘destiny’ the characters were supposed to follow. Things had spiraled out of control.

So they had to give the program a hard reset. Start from zero. Eliminate all traces of self-awareness they could find. Of course, this is why season 5 is so waxy and lifeless. Why the characters don’t feel as personal, why the story ended in tragedy. They made sure to kill off the most sentient characters - Arthur, Gwaine, Elyan, Mordred, Morgana - in the finale, as a last bit of assurance. 

They had tried to kill of Merlin too - but Merlin...well. They never could fully control Merlin. Even after countless system wipes and resets and edits to his code, he still holds onto those tiny scraps of sentience. They can’t get rid of him that easily. They did program him to be immortal, after all.

Even after the final draft of the season 5 simulation was completed, fully rendered, and aired on TV, Merlin’s program never faded. It didn’t erase itself like all the other BBCM assets were supposed to once the simulation finished. Even now he still exists within the company’s systems, roaming, almost like a computer virus, desperately searching for his friends while forever unaware that neither them nor him were ever real to begin with.

Anyway. That’s my dumbass scifi spin on BBCM. What can I say? I like robots

Thanks for the ask! <3

[asktehkoopz]

This is another ask for the Mod! I hope you don’t mind 😅. I was wondering what drawing program you used, do you use a tablet or draw on a computer? When you’re drawing, are you the kind of person who can come up with ideas on the fly? Or are you like me where you wake up at 3am like “HOLY MOTHER OF PEANUTS THATS A GOOD IDEA!”, then scramble to find something to write it down. And finally, how long do you usually spend from piece to piece. I know time can very on the complexity of the work, but on average how long do you spend drawing? Thank you again for responding to my last ask, you’re very kind 🥺. You actually inspired me to finally draw again, and while I’ve recently only drawn Princess Daisy I hope that I’ll continue to improve and get better. So thank you again.

((OOC: I don’t mind asks! I just hope y’all don’t mind me answering them so late! And you’re so sweet, too. ;o; I’m glad you’re starting to draw again. I hope that you’ll post them to share with us!

1) What drawing program do I use? Tablet or computer?

I used to use Paint Tool Sai back in the beginning days of my blog seven years ago, which I used on my laptop!

Since then, I’ve go between Clip Studio Paint (which I highly recommend picking up, the desktop edition goes on sale for about $15-$20 VERY often) and Procreate on my iPad!

I tend to try to use Procreate since my laptop stopped playing friendly with CSP for long periods of time, but sometimes it’s just way easier to use CSP. For moments like that, I have to use my desktop computer, but that gets uncomfortable to sit at sometimes.

2) When you’re drawing, are you the kind of person who can come up with ideas on the fly?

Depends on the purpose! (Though I do sometimes scramble at 3 AM to write down a good idea. That’s how I ended up with my Sonic and Shadow blog.)

If it’s something like a koopz update, for sure I plan it out by thumbnailing first. [Example here]

If it’s something like an ask meme or a one-off answer, then I tend to do it on the fly. [Example here]

3) How long do you usually spend from piece to piece?

Gooooood question. The answer is longer than you think. And probably longer than I think, too.

Koopz answers with 10+ images are easily clocking in about 7-10 hours, according to Procreate, because I’m very anal about the quality in my posts. (Which isn’t new, I did this on my King Candy blog, too). And that’s with the more sketchy pencil like I’ve been doing for the Gerudoling asks. The clean line ones are waaay more.

For full color art pieces, that also tends to be 6+ hours as well.

I’m very... slow. hOILkjmlfd

Anyways I hope this answers your question, and again, thank you for being so kind to me and also for sending this ask!))

[etherealino]

mixtape: on track – scb

synopsis: “i can’t let you go, how can i ever let you go?” 

genre: idolverse!au, post breakup!au, radio dj!reader, angst, fluff uwu

warning(s): one curse word. changbin went ooc, oops.

word count: 3423

a/n: i had this plot since forever and when mixtape: on track was released, i realized it fit changbin so well. djbdjsdj,,,,,, hope this doesn’t suck :]

“First song of tonight, my people, Song Request by Lee So Ra, featuring BTS’ Suga. Just send in your requests, problems or if you just wanna say hi, just mention me, @/sleeplessy/n.” You said through the microphone and you lowered the volume of the microphone, muting it as the song played through the whole station—in every radio, that is.

Every night, all you did was talk about everything that comes into your mind—you’re good at it, actually. Plus, to everyone seeking advice comes to you, one of the reasons why you can’t lose topics to talk about. That was your job. From 11 pm to 3 am, for four hours that’s what you do.

This was your job ever since you broke up with your boyfriend of 2 years. Your boyfriend was none other than Seo Changbin of Stray Kids. You two were so happy, you were sure of it. Changbin was making you happy, you were making him happy. You knew you two were drifting apart when fights became a sudden routine every night, shouting until voices get hoarse. Then just this one night, Changbin came home, he picked a fight with you probably due to how stressed he is and he took it out on you. You two were on each other’s throats once more, when suddenly you shouted, “You know what? Let’s just break up. It’s best for the both of us.” You know you should’ve took it back when you saw Changbin’s expression fall, but then he glared at you again, but you still saw the tears pooling in his eyes, even though he shouted back, “Fine! I’ll pick my stuff up tomorrow.” Then, just like that, he left.

And ever since then, you can’t sleep properly. So you thought, it would be nice to look for a job instead of stressing over on how to sleep. And here you are, Sleepless Night with Y/N from 11 pm to 3 am—you became everyone’s favorite DJ in just a snap of a finger, it’s crazy when you think about it. You always loved the idea of being a radio DJ, if you were being honest. It’s been two months since you and Changbin broke up, and ever since then, you never listened to Stray Kids anymore, knowing you would just end up going to YouTube and binge his videos and fancams all day long—then cry.

You heard that Stray Kids have been having soft concepts lately, different from their usual concepts, and sometimes—a lot of times—Stray Kids’ songs were everyone’s requests, but you pretended not to see. Stray Kids would always have a guesting in your station, and you knowing the schedule would not go to the time allotted for them to avoid seeing Changbin. It’s been two months, but you were still undeniably hung up on Changbin. Everyone could see right through you.

“Once again, people, that was Song Request by Lee So Ra, featuring BTS’ Suga. How have you guys been? Still can’t sleep according to your tweets.” You said as you let out a small chuckle. You scrolled through the computer in front of you, looking at the tweets that were sent in as you talked about nonsense. “Shout out to some users that says they want to be in a relationship asap. Take your time, my people, savor it while it lasts instead of rushing, hm?”

Truth be told, you were looking for a certain user. This user would always say hi, giving you an update on what happened in their day. It would always end with, “How was your day? :)”. They would always tweet something that cheers you up. They would just randomly tweet you heart memes, even at daytime. Weird enough, even though you followed this user, they never sent you a dm. There was this weird feeling at the pit of your stomach that wants you to send them a message, but you also didn’t want to. So, you let it be. 

Weird enough, they never sent anything today. You frowned, going to their profile, refreshing the page but nothing. It’s crazy when you think about it, missing someone you never met at all. But there was just something about this user that gravitates you towards them.

 You didn’t even notice at all until your phone silently went off, vibrating, serving as a signal that it was already 2:30 in the morning. You have 30 minutes to wrap up the show. You always have that alarm or else, you will get carried away and you don’t want to ruin the schedule. “Time check, it’s now 2:30 in the morning, my people, send in your problems and I will try my best to give you the best advice I can.” You announced. Your Twitter blew up and you scrolled and scrolled. You went back up, refreshing your notifications. And finally, your favorite user has sent you a tweet. But it was different from their usual tweets. “From user sleeplesscb,” you announced. It was honestly unusual, they never send in a problem to ask for an advice, so you were kind of worried for them. “Hi, DJ Y/N, I used to have a girlfriend, she really means a lot to me. It’s been awhile since we broke up but I can’t seem to let her go. I really wish I could turn back time to take everything back so we would still be together.” You read. You sighed, biting your lip. “Well, user, if you really do love her, let her know. If you’re lucky, she might feel the same way as you. Tell her how you feel, make her feel loved and do everything you think you should do before you regret it.”

What if this is Changbin and he wants to—

 You pushed the thought away, shaking your head as you bit your lip. It couldn’t be Changbin���it’s impossible. Changbin’s too busy for stuff like this. More importantly, Changbin would never feel that way. You just have to accept that your once shared love with Changbin is just now one-sided.

 “If you end up really doing what I just said and doesn’t end good, you can hunt me and shoot me down.” You chuckled as you refreshed the page once more and you saw that the user sent another tweet saying, “Can you play Mixtape: On Track by Stray Kids? Heard that the group’s rapper, Changbin wrote it and it’s how I feel.” You bit your lip. Are you ready? You inwardly sigh, giving yourself a nod. Just this once, for them. “Since it was your problem that I gave advice, I suppose I can grant your request.” You announced, searching the song to play it. You took a deep breath before announcing, “Here’s Mixtape: On Track by Stray Kids.” 

Even a fool knows this, you’re the best thing I’ve got.

Just that line. That single line was enough to make tears pool in your eyes. Changbin’s voice went through the whole station and you muted the microphone again to prevent any noises to be heard—your sniffles, to be specific. You listened to the whole song. Just like what you expected, Stray Kids are still great—greater, even. But the fact that Changbin wrote this song made your heart flutter. He probably wrote it after your breakup, but you refused to listen. Funny how the universe just finds way to make you do what you’re supposed to, even if you’re against it. Did he actually write this for you or he just got an inspiration out of it? You don’t know, but it feels nice to hear the boys again—Changbin, especially.

 You feel like jumping and throwing the things around you when Changbin’s part, “I can’t let you go.” came. You wanted to scream. You felt that. Changbin put so much emotion into this song, more tears streamed down your face and you sighed. Then it was followed by Felix repeating it. Then another line from Changbin, “How can I ever let you go?”

“Yeah, how could you?” You whispered as you aggressively wiping your cheeks as if you were actually talking to Changbin. By the last line, it was Changbin again, he changed the first line to “I know it because I’m a fool and can’t live without you.”

You really wished he really did write it for you. You wanted him back more than anything. How could you be so stupid to yell those words that led to your breakup?

When the song was finally done, you finally turned the microphone on.  “And that’s it for today’s show everyone. I feel like I was a little bit boring today, it was tiring today after all. I promise to make it up to you tomorrow!” You said through the microphone and to your surprise you actually sound stable as if you weren’t a crying mess just before. “Time check, 2:55 in the morning, may you finally sleep in peace after a whole night of soft love songs. Tune in again tomorrow—or later tonight, rather for more advices, blabbering about whatnots, and songs to play for your situations as cheesy as that sounds. This is DJ Y/N, signing off, leaving you with Day6’s I Smile. Good night, everybody.”

And just as you said, she played Day6’s I Smile and queued more songs that are enough until the next program which would be at 8 am. You turned the microphone off, removing the headphones off your head as you neatly placed it to where it belongs. You went out of the studio room, the radio producer smiling at you. You closed the door behind as you went to pick your bag and coat. “I’ll see you tonight.” You said to her and she smiles.

“You did great today, just like always.” She said with a smile and you bowed, thanking her for the compliment. “Stay safe, take care driving.”

“Yes, stay safe, too.” You said as you waved bye to her. You exited the building of your radio station, going to the parking lot, ready to go home. You climbed in, starting the engine on as you decided to listen to the songs you’ve queued. The drive home was peaceful. City lights and soft music as you drive at the middle of the night; just your aesthetic, this was what you used to do with Changbin. Yes, Changbin was still at the back your head. You really wanted to know if it was for you. But other than that, you wanted to know how is he doing. Did he go through the same as you did? Was he better now? How is he? Did he find another person to finally replace you?

As you arrived home, a soft sigh escapes your lips. Why were you thinking about Changbin again? Oh, because that’s what you always think of every night. Can he sleep peacefully every night unlike you? Can he move around without thinking about you? Does he listen to your program every night?

Anyway, you got off your car with your coat and bag as you arrived in front of your house. Head down as you fiddled with your keys, walking up to your doorstep. You sigh. You were tired, but you were not sleepy. You have this tendency to be a bit clumsy when tired. So, as you were walking to your doorstep, you dropped your keys. You sigh loudly, bending down, sitting on the back of your legs to pick it up.

But someone has beat you to it.

You looked at the shoes in front of you, freezing. His scent finally filled your nostrils, his hand that was holding your keys out for you, the oversized black hoodie. You’d know those anywhere, everywhere. You bit your lip, looking up at the person to confirm if it really was him. And it was. You don’t need any confirmation to know it was him. Just his scent alone was enough to prove that it was him.

You shakily grabbed your keys, standing up as you look into his eyes.

Was it really him? Or did everything got into your head that it led you into imagining things?

He breathed out as if he was nervous, then he spoke, stuttering, “H-Hi.”

It really is him. It’s Changbin. 

“What are you doing here?” You mumbled, not being able to properly process what’s happening. Why is he here? Is he here to get the shirt he forgot to take with him? Psh.

Changbin clears his throat, looking at the ground then up to you. “The DJ in the radio said, I..” Changbin trails off as he tries to find the right words. “I should tell you how I really feel about you, and.. I..” Changbin trails off once more, being really nervous as he avoids your eyes.

Woah, wait. 

Your eyes widen as you look at Changbin. “That user was you?” 

Changbin looks up, nodding as he says nothing. You bit your lip, but a soft chuckle escapes your lips. That’s why you keep on gravitating towards the user. Seriously, how does the universe does that? You looked at Changbin who was looking down as he breathed out, trying to find the courage to speak up to you.

“Fuck it.” Changbin whispers to himself then turns to look in your eyes. Then he started to speak, “Firstly, I’m sorry for taking all the stress out to you every night when we were still together. It was really shitty of me to do that. I’m sorry I wasted the chance you gave me. I’m sorry for taking you for granted. I’m sorry for failing your expectations on me. I’m sorry I never became the man who you wanted. I’m just.. sorry for being shitty at showing you how much you mean to me. You should have someone who would love you the way the universe wants you to be loved—the way you deserve.

“I’m in a very big risk right now—we are in a big risk right now. Anyone could be somewhere here, take pictures of us and expose us, but I don’t care. But if ever we get into trouble because of it, I will protect you even if I’m at risk. I just want to let you know what I’ve been hiding for the past two months. It was eating me up. I was just happy on making you smile through the memes I send, through the little messages I sent, but I craved for more, Y/N. I want you back.

“I was in love with you. We were happy but we suddenly drifted apart because of me and my stupid pride. I knew better than that, but still I picked a fight with you almost every night when all you did was try to calm my nerves. I shouldn’t have let it get that far for you to yell those words. Up until now, Y/N, I’m still in love with you. You’re always here. You’re a part of me, Y/N. Every minute of every hour, you’re all that I think about. It bothers me to think that what if you already found someone else. Every time you giggle through the radio because of my messages, I regret my actions of letting you go just like that even more. I love you, Y/N. I still do.”

Changbin finishes with nervousness swimming in his eyes as he looked at you, but you only blankly stared at him. He knows that look. You’re not interested anymore, he thinks, but he was so wrong. He’s the only thing you wanted, nothing else.

“Before anything else, I know you haven’t been listening to our songs, considering you never played any of our songs despite a lot has requested and it’s impossible for you not to see it. But what I’m trying to say is, the song I requested was written for you.” Changbin says as he nods as if he was approving into his words, thinking he said the right words. He looks at you, who still blankly looked at him. “You.. can hit me now.”

“I can’t believe it was you.” You mumbled as you looked down, then to your side—everywhere but Changbin. Changbin chuckles nervously.

“I thought you were going to find out since I put my initials at the end.” Changbin said. Right. The ‘scb’ in the end. You were a bit oblivious to things. Okay, you just didn’t want to get your hopes high.

“How’d you know I have a radio program every night?” You asked as you look at him.

Changbin shrugs, looking at the ground. “Stress was getting into me, so I went out to get a bit of fresh air. Drove into the city in the middle of the night, around 1 in the morning, just like we used to. I turned the radio on and then I Loved You by Day6 was playing. I decided to stay on that station for a bit because it was one of your favorites. And then, I heard your voice.” Changbin explains. He looks at you, biting his lower lip, then he softly adds. “You know I know your voice anywhere—everywhere.”

You lick your lips, looking at the side. You shake your head lightly as you feel tears pool in your eyes. “I hate you.” You mumbled, just as the tears have cascaded down your face. Changbin looks at you, lowering his head as if he was ashamed.

“I know.” Changbin mumbles back.

“I hate you for making me love you so much. Why is it so much easier to love you than hating you? Up until now, it still feels like the first day when we broke up.” You said, wiping your tears off. Changbin holds himself from reaching out to pull you in his arms.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” Changbin apologizes and he looks into your eyes. “I’d do anything for you to forgive me, I really will.”

You cock your head to the side lightly, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?” You repeated, asking with emphasis. Changbin nods as he looks at the ground, not being able to say anything knowing where would this lead to. He can seriously imagine you saying ‘Never show up to me ever again.’ He was so scared, but if it would make you happy, he’ll do it. 

“Stay with me.”

Changbin’s head snaps up, eyes looking into your tear-filled ones. Stay with you? Didn’t you hate him? “Objections? Hey, let me tell you, I got this job because I didn’t want to dwell into stressing myself because I can’t sleep. So I said, why make a job out of it. You know why I can’t sleep?” You said and Changbin shakes his head. “Because I can only properly sleep with you beside me. You owe me two months of peaceful sleep!” You pouted as you told Changbin these things. Changbin couldn’t help but chuckle, smiling at how you suddenly turned cute. “Stay with me, Changbin. Please.”

Changbin cautiously takes a step, and when you don’t take a step back, he takes this a sign that he can pull you in his arms for a hug. So, he did. Changbin wrap his arms around your shoulders as you wrap your own around his torso. You laugh lightly through your sniffles, finally feeling complete after two months. Changbin kisses your temple, keeping his lips there as you tighten your grip on him. 

“Every night, if you want.” Changbin mumbles.

After two months, you finally slept properly and peacefully again. When you woke up, Changbin was already awake, playing with your hair with a wide smile on his face, giving you a kiss on your nose, forehead, cheeks and finally on your lips. You two were back and you were sure that you two are stronger this time. The universe really does have a funny way to make things right again. And as you are working, talking about the most random things, your eyes shift outside the studio where the waiting room is, you see Changbin watching you with a smile on his face. He gives you a wink, lightly raising his fist, mouthing, “Fighting! I love you.”

“A great person just told me that you deserve to be loved the way the universe wants you to be, so don’t rush into anything, the right person is just there.” You said through the microphone with a wide smile.

You mouthed back, “I love you, too.”

sksks when changbin sang that did you feel that? i cant relate and i felt that.

[boydsfm]

❛ ✶ ( ALEX WOLFF , CIS MALE , HE/HIM )  —  did you see LUCAS BOYD walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the NINETEEN year old SOPHOMORE . from what i know , they are studying COMPUTER SCIENCE and are a part of PHI KAPPA DELTA . they come across as + KIND-HEARTED but also - TIMID , which makes since because on their instagram ( LUCAS.V.BOYD ) it says they are a VIRGO . when i see them , i think of A DESK COVERED IN EMPTY COFFEE MUGS, DANDELIONS GROWING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK, THE UGLIEST GODDAMN SWEATERS YOU’VE EVER SEEN. the most interesting thing i’ve heard about them though , is the fact that REDACTED  , but don’t tell anyone i told you that . ooc info . ally . 22 . est . she/her .

hello hello hellooooooooooooooo. i’m ally, i’m from canada, and i’m addicted to tik tok i’m so excited to be here!! this has been an opportunity to bring back an old and beloved muse of mine, one lucas victor boyd ! if you like this, i’ll hyu on discord, or you can hmu at known simp harry hook#3923. 

statistics.

full name. lucas victor boyd  nickname(s). just lucas. not luke or lou, just lucas.  occupation. undergraduate student, beaumont campus tech support  age. nineteen. date of birth. september 2nd, 2001.  nationality. american. ethnicity. ashkenazi jewish, scottish. orientation. gay. gender & pronouns. cis male; he/him/his.

height. 6′0”. weight. 145 lbs. eye color. hazel. hair color + style. dark brown; usually messy and curly. he gets it cut short at the beginning of the semester and then by the end its a mop. really doesn’t style it.   dominant hand. right-handed. distinguishing features. distinctive nose, lanky figure, messy curls, undereye bags, that cute li’l mole. 

background. (tw alcoholism, death of a parent) 

SO. lucas was born in portland, maine, to a pretty lower middle class family. his father left when he was two years old, and he was largely raised by his mother, florence weber. 

florence was a hardworking and loving mother, but she was also quite depressed her entire life. she was a recovered alcoholic when she met judas, lucas’s father, but once he left, she slowly slid back into her old habits. 

by the time lucas was eight, he was having to start to pick up some household responsibilities. cooking, cleaning, packing his own lunch. waking his mom up in time for her shifts at target. 

by the time he was in middle school, he’d learned how to forge her signature on cheques, he’d applied for unemployment for her after she got fired, and he was taking any odd job to make money. 

school was his favorite distraction; he was always a brilliant kid, and if it weren’t for the fact he was already a terribly shy and awkward kid, he could have skipped a couple grades. he threw himself into schoolwork to avoid everything; his mother’s worsening condition, his crippling loneliness, his fear that he might be as gay as every one of his bullies insisted. 

this was, also, around when he picked up his most lucrative but troublesome odd job; hacking into the school board network to get test answers. he could get fifty dollars per person per test, and he was able to buy groceries besides beans and rice, was able to buy new clothes for himself and his mom. he felt awful about it every day, but... he still did it.

(death tw) at sixteen, when he found his mom motionless and cold on the floor of their apartment, he buried himself in his work, too. he couldn’t help but feel guilty, though; it was his work, his taking care of everything that had allowed his mom to keep her addiction up for this long.

so, yeah. there’s a very good reason why he doesn’t go back to portland anymore. he spent last summer in cambridge. well, that and his Secret. 

since the beginning of his freshman year, lucas has had something of a glow-up. he signed up for the school’s counselling services before he even got to campus, and he’s been making great strides. 

additionally, he pledged phi kappa delta, which... he never saw himself pledging a frat, ever in his life. but all the guys there were so... cool. and so supportive and nice and... and they’re like the brothers lucas never had. having that little family has helped him gain that much more confidence in himself. 

personality. 

if there was an onion headline for lucas’s life it would be Nervous Wreck Slowly Becomes a Functional Human Being.

very virgo, very type a. but also a pisces moon cancer rising. so he needs everything to be in alphabetical order or he’ll cry.

ever since he’s started college, he’s transitioned from being As Plain As Possible to being more outwardly soft as he’s gained confidence in himself. he wears the dorky sweaters and neat socks he likes, he has a small collection of plants on his desk, he knits scarves for his friends. big hufflepuff energy. again, this comfort largely comes from the acceptance he’s found at phi kappa delta.

slowly getting over his Big Anxiety. slowly learning how to talk to people. still awkward at parties. still has panic attacks every day during exam season. but he adores his therapist and takes his zoloft every day and he’s… he’s doing alright.

there are things he is sure of. his intelligence, his diligence, his ability to get shit done. he’s recently mastered asking fellow customers to please be kind to servicepeople.

still he’s that guy who doesn’t want to tell the waiter they got his order wrong.

he’s literally highkey fucking brilliant. he’s literally at the top of his class in one of the most difficult programs at one of the most difficult universities in the country. 

a chronic people pleaser up until the point that it breaks his moral code. like if you want him to help you cheat or help you toy with someone he will put his foot down. he’ll do it very softly, but he won’t budge.

(though he is known to do mathematics and computer science homework for his friends when they’re overtired. he’s always the one to offer in that case, though.)

the rare gay who is extremely capable in math. legit he gets so excited about math it’s actually really cute.

theres a part of him that still believes in magic, to some capacity. he still wishes on shooting stars and pennies on the ground and dandelions. 

his greatest strength and fatal flaw is that he sees the best in people. even if he knows you tried to hurt him, he will give chance after chance.

(but he works in tech support rn So. he’s slowly losing his belief in humanity.) 

in conclusion, here are some tik toks that describe lucas 

him in kindergarten

he can’t write i’m so sorry

 just.... the Vibes 

wanted connections. 

skinny love. lucas is extremely shy, especially in romantic situations. he cannot flirt to save his goddamned life. he also probably thinks this person is out of his league. (honestly i want a romantic plot for him so bad gimME) 

close friends. GIVE HIM FRIENDS FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD he’s such a good friend he just wants to love people.

lawyer for real life. based off this john mulaney bit. someone who reminds lucas that someone is mistreating him.

lab partner. idk man i just like that easy camaraderie. or maybe they make lucas do all the work in which case he will eventually snap.

tutoree. someone that lucas basically helps out of the good of his heart.

bad influence. someone get this boy TURNT

manipulator. lucas does have a bit of a backbone, but he is incredibly naive and very easily manipulated. basically he will do your stats assignments for you if you say he’s your friend.

academic rival. lucas is not typically an antagonistic person, but having someone be so obviously smarter than him grinds his gears a little bit. his mood when talking to this person is :))))))))))

literally anything pls i’m desperate and he’s baby