#BUT I VASTLY OVERESTIMATED MY ABILITIES. TO DRAW.

[opikiquu]

ff….fanaart… for…. @lazimooni …..s sona…..

[sizzleissues]

Saving pretty amazing art into my Pinterest for inspiration

‘I could draw like that’ <— Me, vastly overestimating my ability and underestimating the effort it requires to draw like that

[divorce-prosetry]

When I was young, I loved to swim. I often vastly overestimated my abilities; pushing myself deeper and holding my breath longer each time I was in the water. I was convinced that I was special and strong; that I understood the water and that it somehow understood me.

On one of the most beautiful summer days I can remember, I plunged under the surface like I had done so many times before, but I took no time to draw in a deep breath. I did not realize my mistake until I was at the bottom of the lake.

In that moment, instinct took over reason and I began clawing my way to the surface, unknowingly wasting precious oxygen as I did so. Just as I was about to break through the surface, my body betrayed me and I inhaled.

I remember how it burned my mouth, nose and throat. I remember how the water forced its way into my lungs, constricting my chest as my body convulsed in a poor attempt to expel the liquid. Even as I managed to emerge from the water, part of the lake had taken residence in my respiratory system, clogging it up and choking me from the inside.

I coughed up so much water that I was convinced I was going to drown on land. As I lay dying, the lake lay still. The ripples had already gone from the now pristine and glassy surface. The water that I loved so - and foolishly thought loved me - now bore no trace of the violence that had just occurred.

I did not drown that day, but I swore that the lake water still lingered at the bottom of my lungs, waiting for the chance to drag me back to the depths where I almost lost my life. The burning pain did not fade for weeks. I did not drown, but the pain that stayed with me almost made me wish I had. I realized that day that water could not love.

[vincess-princess]

I kinda wonder if this is gonna parallel Vinces solo music career and he successfully escapes for a bit, then willingly joins up with The Devils Shout afterwards

you vastly overestimate my ability to draw intentional parallels

[unicyclehippo]

What if each corner was a creature she documented gnawing or scratching at her initials? Or, to be a little cheeky as marginalia often was, they could be drawing the initials as if they were the ones taking notes on her!

i love the idea, im sorry i didn’t see it earlier!!! but also u vastly overestimate my abilities lmao thanks for the suggestion tho!!!

[mimiaguilar-bansheebender]

can i come here to share that i am so sad because i have read the most amazing fic where the batkids are like shifters into cute deity-like animals and i am DEVASTATED cause i cannot for the life of me, draw a wolf that doesn't look like a fluffy pokemon TwT and i need to draw them...

...And in my need for more content o stumbled into the richest universe of them being like demon adjacent creatures and like all the demon lore has me SO EXCITED!!! But also how does one draw convincing horns and tails into a himbo??!! HOW?! Idk and now i am double frustrated…

so i am here sharing with you that i have feels and cannot transmit them TwT which just keeps proving to me that writing IS the superior skill... and all writers are amazing

[dontcallmecarrie]

why is Victor's schoolgirl crush so fucking funny and precious??? Also, you could always do both victor/justin AND loki/justin, poly for the win. Or try both and see which way you lean? I could see it either way, you've made it very easy to see why victor or loki would fall for justin, now it's time to see how justin would fall for either. (also, thanks for getting me back on the stony side! civil war made me very bitter and made me kinda hate steve so thx for the soft stony vibes)

re: Victor's crush in the NHDD AU— I'm very happy it came through the way I was hoping for!

although...friend, I'm afraid you're vastly overestimating my abilities when it comes to writing this sort of thing. When I'm not trying, the shippyness just works— but if I start trying to put in effort at this relationship thing?

lol, no, this is probably tmi but I'm not sure else to say it: Victor's "my social skills peaked sometime during puberty and it's been downhill ever since and the way shit keeps hitting the fan doesn't exactly help, either" thing is 100% cribbed from my own experiences. I am a disaster who, if life were D&D, regularly rolls nat 1s in social skills— and that's not even counting my writing style [which has me drawing from the world around me, as well as my experiences].

So, just right off the bat, any attempt to poke at a ship with more than two people would be a hot mess for me. Not to mention I'm wary of tackling anything that far out of my comfort zone without extensive amounts of research to hopefully avoid stepping on any toes because if I'm going to write something, I try to do it the best I can, and I am...pretty short on time and energy, these days, between work and gearing up to go back to school for a certificate program thing.

tl;dr: I am very sorry, but I don't think I can handle poly ships— I can barely handle writing two people interacting when it comes to romance, no way can I do it justice.

If you want, I'm more than happy to answer asks about hypotheticals, but...again, I am very aware of my limits.

And yeah, the crux of the whole 'potential endgame ship' thing is Justin, isn't it. Which...is kinda the problem, considering he's very, very demi. Romantic feelings? Him? Come on, like that'd ever happen!

...except it does at some point, which is going to result in several internal crises because Justin had thought they were ace for literal decades now but apparently they weren't? Oh, geez, were they unintentionally perving on their friends because suddenly one of them looks attractive and suddenly spending time with him is making them feel weird? Help!

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And you're welcome, friend! I shipped them a lot more in the past, but I'm not going to lie: it's still one of my favorites. Their dynamic outside of the MCU is so different and I am forever bitter the writers decided to go with what they did.

[godslush]

Er, I don’t know if you’ll see this before the Maniax order comes in or how helpful it will be but I think I saw a translation of the Maniax profiles on sailorramoon’s tumblr? I’m not sure if that’s the exact place where I saw them last since it’s been a while though.

Oh! Thank you!

That’s VERY helpful!

I still want the books because not only do I just want all the goofy stuff that didn’t make it into the Udon translations, they’ll be invaluable art reference material later so I don’t have to constantly be pulling up scans and can have access to them while not at a computer.

The fact that most of their data is just How Their Weapons Work is a real heartsaver for a number of potential future plans (again, I had already taken Terra’s and Mercury’s into account since they were on the wiki), and even the inconsistencies within what I’ve got posted of the comic (like Pluto’s chipped nail to draw attention to that being a pet peeve of his despite them being described as energy, or Mars losing his cannon to Terra popping a Photon Missile in his face despite the clause that they shouldn’t) can literally just be chalked up to “they have incomplete and vastly weakened crystal fragments now so they’re all vastly overestimating how their abilities work because they all have approximately one [1] braincell each.”

The only slight  (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻   is the varying difference in back boosters that I referenced the other sheets from the wiki for that are different on these, but also none of the pertinent ones are ever shown in Gigamix proper either. MY POINT STILL STANDS.

Thank you again for directing me, and thank you @sailorramoon for the translations!

[sureuncertainty]

re: sketch page requests

Sorry to everyone who’s been waiting on requests!

I ended up getting WAY more than I expected, and got incredibly overwhelmed, so I wanted to just. let you know that I’m probably not going to get to them after all. (and if you’re waiting, I would hugely appreciate a quick message or reply if you’re okay with that, just to help me stop feeling so guilty about it)

I basically drove myself into an art block bc my brain wouldn’t let me do anything until it did all of those and so I just drew practically nothing for weeks (and felt guilty every time i worked on anything else), and i decided yeah that’s not good for me SO I apologize for promising something I didn’t end up being able to deliver.

I know it’s probably not that big of a deal to most people who requested, and you probably have already just assumed that I wasn’t going to get to them, but I wanted to say something so you know I haven’t just forgotten. In fact, I’ve been feeling ridiculously guilty about it literally every day since and has stopped me from being able to draw anything for myself.

I thought it was a good idea but VASTLY overestimated my own stamina and ability to do things also with new Silence Agenda stuff and other personal stuff (i’m working on getting a blog set up), i have A LOT of stuff I wanna draw rn and my mental health has gotta come first (especially since it was for free anyway)

SO. SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING but yeah, probs won’t get to the sketch requests after all, thanks for reading, and i still appreciate you all!

[mermaidsirennikita]

That succession finale omg!! tell me all of your thoughts!

UGH YES OKAY.

I think it was SO GOOD first off.  

People are kind of deluded, in my opinion, if they think this was all some Grand Master Plan of Logan’s.  Firstly, he is definitely kind of proud of Kendall and has more respect for him at the end.  Kendall may jumped out as the potential successor, even if his resentment will override his logic and he won’t move forward with it.  (Conventional wisdom, and Roman’s showing in the finale, would say that s3 will be the season of Roman+Gerri.)  But people vastly overestimate Logan’s abilities and see this show as like, a Game of Thrones type piece in which everyone is trying to outmaneuver each other in chess.  No.  Logan is a good businessman, and he is smart, but this season more than ever has hammered home that he needs to step down.  He is overly protective of himself; he would have looked better had he just copped to his own issues and stepped down willingly.  He showed real fear after that phone call in which he was told to step down, and there was no one for him to act for there.  He’s an old man, outdated yet still in power, which is one of those things the show is trying to make a point about.  I feel that Logan thought that Kendall was past his sell-by point; he’d given him chances to bite the hand, but he hadn’t...  So he assumed that he wouldn’t.  There’s no way Logan knew that Greg would flip with the documents.  

But all of this has been seeded.  I don’t think Kendall had a master plan; I think that he decided to snap in the moment as he realized that this accidental killing he’d been wracked with guilt over never mattered to his father.  His father would literally not respect him unless he became an even worse human being, and Kendall has been trying to be BE A BETTER PERSON lmao.  So he went all in.  You want me to be a killer?  CHILL.  His metaphorical deliberate murder of his father paralleled, of course, his literal accidental killing of an innocent.  I also feel that when we saw Kendall beg Shiv to look out for him, that seeded it to.  That was his one request, and she would have been smart to keep him on her side--he has value.  Shiv’s fatal flaw is that she deludes herself into thinking that she’s sO DIFFERENT, so much smarter than her “dumb brothers”, but she’s not.  All the Roy kids have their strengths and weaknesses and probably work better together a a cohesive unit, as seen when Shiv and Kendall teamed up to make Rhea look bad.  But Shiv wanted to keep Tom close, as he was slipping away, more than she wanted to keep her brother, someone who is much more potentially dangerous, in the fold.  Tom would have taken the hit and walked away.  In fact, I think it would have borderline been something of a relief for him to have an excuse to leave.  Shiv knew that, and in a sick way she does love him--though I also think that it’s about control, about needed that “safe” person with her. Tom has so much less power than Shiv, and she likes that.  Shiv’s downfall of the season was in this blunder, and in the fact that she revealed herself to be a daddy’s girl through and through.  Please save him, getting all emotional right before Kendall motherfucking axed her lol.  Her downfall was not as dramatic as his, but when you see her watching Logan, you know that he couldn’t be less impressed with her in that moment, and more comparatively impressed with Kendall.

We also, of course, had everything seeded with Greg.  Greg is a somewhat normal-ish person still, and he can see, like any outside person can, that Kendall is being abused in the worst way by Logan.  I think he could also see that Logan was probably going to feed him to the wolves, and almost did...  Whereas if he gets in good with Kendall from the start, he may have more longevity.  Now, I am a believer that Greg will Bran Stark this shit and win the long term, but I’ve also thought that a beautifully complete arc would be Kendall shadow mastering Greg’s reign on a level.  Like, for whatever reason he can’t be the public face, but he’s lost his soul completely and is maneuvering shit from behind the scenes for Greg.  Similar to Logan with Kendall, tbh.  This only solidified this being a possibility, which I loved.  Kendall knows that Greg has the documents; Kendall has also, intentionally or not, done things over the season to draw Greg in.  He may have thrown Gatsby parties in Greg’s penthouse, but he’s still casually letting him stay there.  He and Greg probably do coke together now lol.  It lines up.

I’m excited to see where Roman goes.  He’s fully with Gerri now--I was impressed to see him throw down the gauntlet for her, which I didn’t fully expect.  Roman is still too close to his father, and too vulnerable, to really have that “killer instinct”.  I think that he’s a creative guy, a big picture guy.  The interesting thing too is that he is the only one who really stood up for Kendall--which BROKE ME, those two really do love each other--but Kendall kinda fucked him, and knew he would, I think, as Roman pushed against “killing” him.  Roman just got a promotion from Logan, and he’s more in this company now than ever, just as Kendall puts a dagger in its heart.  So though Kieran gives Roman a bit of a smile as Kendall flips, it’s bittersweet.  He’s happy that his big brother DID SOMETHING, and deep down all the Roy kids know their father deserves it.   But they’ll be adversaries on the business end of things, for sure.

Other little things--beautiful moment between Shiv and Tom as he expressed how little her love really made him happy.  It’s toxic.  He’s a pet to her.  She’s leaning on him, he’s a crutch, but she doesn’t care for him.  A lot of people don’t seem to realize how abusive their relationship is, and Tom finally called that out.  “You told me you wanted an open relationship on our fucking WEDDING NIGHT”.  That was so calculated and emotionally abusive.  Matthew was amazing with his material in this episode.

Marcia really is fucking pissed, huh?

I really have no idea where Kendall goes from here.  The show has opened the door for a lot of possibilities.

Shiv could definitely rise from the ashes, like Kendall, but this was a huge blow of an episode for her in a way I don’t think people get.  Like.  She basically looks like a clown in front of her father right now, and is very much in his power.  But what does his power even mean anymore?  She backed the horse that got shot crossing the finish line, too--what now?

[sazandorable]

ezzoh

  pls help, what to draw

CAREY AND KILLIAN

flattered but you are vastly overestimating my adhd brain’s ability to remember any description or detail given through audio medium, i have zero idea or opinion on what they look like, i don’t even know their races. (all i know: They Are Cute)

[elphabashepard]

A/N: Just my little take on the upcoming corridor scene, more wishful thinking than anything, but hey! A girl can dream. Also, my first proper contribution to this amazing, growing fandom! (Totally un-beta-ed, apologies!)

I feel you close to me and I know what love is...

Hecate hadn’t been able to meet Pippa on the lawn with Ada, having been wrangling the first years into some semblance of order as they waited to greet the visitors. The delay irked her, having always enjoyed watching Pippa fly but their inability to wait in anything resembling a formation convinced her the decision was necessary.

Ever since the fire incident, Hecate had been keeping a close eye on Sybil Hallow, not willing to fail another girl from that family. She wasn’t sure her attention was easing the girl’s nerves but a few catastrophes had been prevented and Hecate was attempting to take her victories where she could this year, as few as they may be.

As such, her first sight of Pippa was her bright smile and once again, all that pink, as she strode into the corridor, Ada at her side and starry-eyes pupils behind her. Hecate felt her mouth tilt a little at the edges, all too familiar with Pippa’s reputation among the more frivolous of the girls.

Then Pippa caught sight of her and her smile widened even further, crinkling the edges of her eyes and parting her lips, while her pace quickened. Hecate felt her own smile quirk upwards for a moment before she remembered the girls around her and inclined her head, fingers raised to her forehead.

“Well met Miss Pentangle.” Hecate offered smoothly as Pippa approached, determined that this meeting would be far more professional than their last. She caught Pippa’s smirk as she returned to her full height and narrowed her eyes slightly at the playful tone when Pippa spoke.

“Well met indeed Miss Hardbroom.” There was an inexcusably teasing smile playing over Pippa’s face as she returned the traditional greeting and then they simply stood for a moment, regarding each other. Firming her jaw, Hecate then stepped to the side and Ada stepped forward again to introduce the first years.

Hecate caught a few confused murmurs from the older girls, clearly wondering about the change from what they’d witnessed on Pippa’s previous visit and wondered if perhaps Mildred Hubble had in fact not shared what she had seen happen between the two of them. She’d considered it unlikely to have been kept a secret at the time.

Flashing a fiercely sharp look at the whispering girls, Hecate turned her attention back to Pippa, who was graciously finishing her audience with the first years. Hecate was somewhat relieved to see far fewer giddy expressions among them than had been present among the second years.

With a final smile and a wave, Pippa set the first years free and turned back to Hecate, a twinkle in her eyes at their gazes meet. In a gentle wave, all the girls began to move around them, mingling around them but none moving between them and Hecate wondered if it was somehow obvious how much both of them wished to close the distance.

After a few moments, Hecate took a step forward just as Pippa decided to do the same, meeting in the space between with a few steps each. There was a yearning, a leaning in Pippa’s frame that told Hecate how much she wished they were alone so they were free to touch and greet as they became so used to over the summer. But they had an audience and settled for small gestures for now.

Ever so briefly, Pippa lifted a hand to Hecate’s elbow and squeezed lightly for a moment, conveying the hug she would give if they could have. Hecate gave a faint smile in return, missing Pippa’s warmth the second it was gone.

“How was your flight?” Hecate asked evenly, finding her voice slipping away from it’s professional coldness before she was even conscious of the change.

“Brisk but easy enough. I had pleasant thoughts to keep me warm.” Pippa flicked her eyes down, a secret smile tilting her lips before finding the answering glimmer of humour in Hecate’s eyes.

“I am glad to hear it.” Hecate meant to say more but having Pippa here, so close, after weeks apart had left her quite wanting and she couldn't resist taking a moment to simply look at her, the familiar gorgeous face, the sparkling dark eyes, those glimmering pink lips. It had been too long.

“I think you rather spoiled me over the summer, you know.” Pippa said in a low voice, glancing up again through her eyelashes, her fingers twisting together a little in front of her. Hecate arched an eyebrow just a little, for clarification. “I got used to you being there all the time.” A rueful little smile gained hold on Pippa and Hecate realised she’d missed even that expression in the time they’d been apart.

“It has been an adjustment.” Hecate admitted very quietly, the desire to reach out and touch Pippa growing stronger with each word and Pippa seemed torn between surprise and pleasure at the admission.

“I had to work very hard not be undeservedly ill tempered towards the start of term. My poor deputy has been very forgiving.” Pippa chuckled and Hecate felt a small flush colour her own cheeks when she thought of her own dour mood at the beginning of term.

“I’m sure Ada would sympathise.” Hecate muttered, eyes flitting away to her Headmistress, who was chatting quite happily with Felicity a short way behind Pippa. Hecate felt a shimmer in the air around them, a disguising spell for their words and gave Pippa a grateful quirk of her lips.

“I know we both agreed the start of the year was too busy for visits, but perhaps we could manage a weekend or two next time? Talking over the mirror isn’t the same as being with you.” Pippa was looking earnestly up at Hecate now, hope lifting her eyebrows. The request eased Hecate’s mind as she had been considering asking the same thing, having vastly overestimated her own ability to last this time without Pippa.

“I’d like that.” Hecate smiled as warmly as she could allow herself and Pippa breathed out in a rush, happiness lighting her up that was evidently mixed with relief.

“Good. I’ve missed you so much these last few weeks.” The words seemed to flow out of Pippa without her truly thinking too much about them but Hecate was reassured and buoyed by the truth in them.

“I’ve missed you too.” Hecate murmured, knowing only Pippa would hear the words and wishing very much to share them. The flash of longing they provoked made both of them swallow but for that moment, they had to be content with being near.

“Miss Pentangle, would you care for a cup of tea?” Ada’s voice rose above the general hubbub and both witches turned towards her, the spell protecting them fading away. Hecate caught the gentle smile as Ada looked between the two of them, grateful for the time they had been given before Pippa was called away.

“I would, thank you Miss Cackle.” Pippa accepted with an easy grace, so Hecate took a step to the side, meaning to shepherd her students into the Hall for lunch. Pippa’s fingers caught hers just for a few moments, drawing their gazes back together, a warmth and care being shared between them, before Pippa murmured quietly,

“Later?” Hecate felt her eyes flicker shut ever so briefly, glad of the touch but wishing for more. Then she forced her focus back to the present and nodded once back at Pippa, a whisper passing from her lips straight to Pippa’s ear,

“My rooms at light’s out.” Pippa tipped the smallest of winks in acknowledgement and let Hecate go, moving to follow Miss Cackle. Hecate flashed her attention across her surroundings but no student seemed to be taking any particular attention and she was grateful.

Striding with her usual command down the corridor towards the Hall, Hecate flexed the hand Pippa had held and treasured the contact, the knowledge Pippa was in the castle and that they would have all night together as soon as the girls were abed. It was a bright, beautiful thought Hecate held close to her as she returned her mind to her usual duties.

[mightbeawriter1]

Chapter 41 sample:

Gabriel hovers anxiously over his brother’s crumpled form at the Silver City limits. Lucifer had either underestimated the effect the divinity would have on him the second time around or vastly overestimated his ability to deal with the crushing overabundance of it. At least this time the Detective isn’t here to witness my weakness, he thinks to himself wryly as he grits his teeth to avoid groaning in pain. He hunches his shoulders, mantling his wings around him as a shield from the divine light crashing down on him. The irony isn’t lost to him: The Lightbringer, grown accustomed to the darkness and never-ceasing pressure of Hell, now pressed to the ground under the light of divinity that he himself had placed in the sky.

He focuses on the wavelength of that light, slowly drawing it back into himself. He feels it suffusing his feathers, imagines it rolling across his skin like a cool shower rather than a devastating avalanche. After what feels like an eternity the pain slowly leaches away as he and his Star of the Morning once again find their balance. He draws in a relieved breath and lets it out slowly, hearing Gabriel do the same as his muscles slowly relax and he’s able to stagger to his feet.

“Are you all right, brother?” Gabriel doesn’t move to support him, but his wings twitch in his direction as though he would like to. “That seemed… worse than last time? I thought you would acclimate more quickly with this visit.”

“Last time was worse,” Lucifer assures him easily, his own wings waving gently to help him keep his balance. “This time I merely didn’t need to pull myself together so quickly to stave off the Detective’s worry. She’s relentless, you know.” Gabriel looks at him askance, and he sighs. “It also didn’t help that the last visit was fairly short in duration, I didn’t have time to fully acclimate because I was so eager to leave.”

“Ahh,” At this Gabriel nods in understanding. “When you are ready we can move on, there will be no need to wait for this meeting, Father is ready for you when we arrive.”

“Lovely,” Lucifer grouses dryly, gesturing for Gabriel to lead the way. “I can only assume this is about bloody Michael.”

“He sent me to collect you the moment He felt his death,” Gabriel confirms grimly. They set off walking in silence for a few minutes before Gabriel tentatively asks, “Lucifer—what happened?”

“He managed to use his Command on Amenadiel and Arael, slipped away from them and came after me again. Eve and I were in the penthouse when he arrived, and he threatened to hurt her again, then threatened my other human friends, and… we fought.”

“Yes, I saw the aftermath. Your bruising is… impressive.”

“Yes, he managed to get a few strikes in,” Lucifer rubs his jaw, his hand sliding down his throat thoughtfully. “I didn’t pull my wings out until he pulled his dagger. I wasn’t going to let him hurt anyone else, Gabriel.”

[vyvesvi]

honorable mentions:

bae173's hangyul - cutting him mostly because bae173 is still active for some reason. i told myself that i was cutting him because i wanted to keep this list half way realistic but. but. look at the list

into1's zhou keyu - the kpop girlies would eat him up i just know it!!! but he actually has a career so

1team's junghoon & rubin - i'm not sure why this is where i'm drawing the realism line but neither of them are trying to be idols anymore so 🥴 (junghoon is a fitness model and rubin is a tattoo artist)

zhang xinyao & xue bayi - i can't see more than 3 members being non-korean also this needs to not just be a chuang reunion lmfao. they would both fit super well though

park woodam - when i started this he was one of the first people from the produce series that came to mind because of his mansae performance! but then i found out that he debuted in d1ce lol, good for him though!

notes:

if i wanted to get really into it i'd put them in debut order and give them fleshed out solo + subunit concepts but...lol. maybe later

i vastly overestimated the amount of men that i know (and like) (who did not participate in chuang 2021) so i could only come up with like 6 people lmfao. I might continue this later though who knows

i know that this is Cringe but it's just for fun 😗 i am what i am etc etc etc

my picks

1. yoon junhyeop

Birth Name: Yoon Jun Hyeop (윤준협)

Birthday: January 18, 2000

Height: 190cm (6’2″)

Nationality: Korean

if you look him up on youtube it's just thirst traps even though he's actually a really good singer?? anyways he was on the show wild idol but but his primary job is as a runway model under esteem 🤷🏿‍♀️ i just think he's neat idk

edit: i finally found a video of him singing but you can still tell he was a musical theater major 🙄♡

concept: his voice is very soulful and uh. he's not a dancer so. maybe something like woodz's lullaby?

2. hu yetao

Birth Name: Hu YeTao

Birthday: September 22, 2000

Height: 178cm (5’10″)

Nationality: Chinese

he just deserves to be famous and if it's not happening in china then 😭🤷🏿‍♀️🙏 the above video is his solo debut "ugly" but he doesn't seem to be doing much else beyond posting dance videos and being an influencer so i hope he gets picked up by a company soon

concept: tbh i want him to do something exactly like this. for his chuang solo he did a dance performance to jolin tsai's ugly beauty so i think that that message and style is something he seems to resonate with and it'd be sooo cool if he got to do something like that but well produced and with a greater reach. something like daewhi's rose, scent, kiss might also work

3. oscar wang (still on the fence idk)

Stage Name: Oscar Wang (奥斯卡)

Birth Name: Wang Zhengxiong

Birthday: July 30, 1998

Height: 184 cm (6’0″)

Nationality: Chinese-Brazilian

former cube trainee! the deciding factor in choosing him over some other chuang trainees is 1.) age, 2.) the facts that he speaks korean, 3.) popularity, and 4.) ability to carry a solo debut. he's technically a rapper but i personally like his singing a lot, so the fancam is one of his vocal performances

concept: he's in his angsty rap boi phase so he'd want to release a mixtape like track 🙄. the closest i'm willing to get to that is woojin's color eye but i'd still want him to sing tbh

4. park seoham and/or 5. oh heejun

Stage Name: Seoham (서함)

Real Name: Park Gyeongbok, then he legally changed it to Park Seungjun (박승준), then he changed his name again, this time to Park Seoham (박서함)

Position: Main Rapper, Vocalist, Visual, Face of the Group (KNK)

Birthday: October 28, 1993

Height: 189 cm (6’3″)

Nationality: Korean

Stage Name: Heejun (희준)

Real Name: Oh Heejun (오희준)

Position: Lead Rapper, Vocalist, Maknae (KNK)

Birthday: May 8, 1996

Height: 180 cm (5’11”)

Nationality: Korean

i couldn't decide but i knew i wanted a knk member. objectively heejun is a better performer but seoham's popularity...i also think that seoham is more versatile visually, idk. this is just a dream lineup so maybe both of them? yes ik seoham is in the military no i dont care

concept: for seoham maybe something like jeong sewoon's fine? he's a bit 😐 tbh and oddly enough i think that type of song might work? idk

heejun...something like a taemin song but not one that's already released idk. manwhore music

6. choi suhwan

Birth Name: Choi Suhwan

Birthday: September 3, 2001

Height: 167 cm (5’6″)

Nationality: Korean

good dancer, great vocalist, i don't understand why he didn't get into any of the companies he auditioned for??? i honestly really hope he auditions for boona idc i need him to have money and be in a group 😭 also sue me i think the height difference between him and junhyeop/seoham would be funny

concept: i know he's trying to distance himself from a cute youthful image but you know what? the adore u era woozi stans would eat it up soooo. pull out the pink dye king, you have bills to pay

in all seriousness I think something fun would suit him 🤷🏿‍♀️. maybe something like jeong sewoon's "beeeee" ? so not too cute but still upbeat

with these 6 im not sure how subunits would work but off the top of my head

i said i wasn't gonna give them subunits but i lied 🤷🏿‍♀️

1. sexy people music unit (3)

yetao

heejun

??? - a main vocal

songs i thought of off the top of my head: irene & seulgi's monster, purplekiss' pretty psycho, something produced by moonshine probably

2. not sure how to describe the genre? i want lots of retro sounding guitar...maybe an actual band unit? (5)

junhyeop

seoham

??? - another strong/unique vocal

????

?????

songs: woosung's face, woodz's feel like, day6 121U & so cool, even of day's where the sea sleeps

3. bright concept (4)

suhwan

oscar

??? - lead vocal

???? - lead vocal

songs: woodz bump bump, ace changer, onlyoneof blossom

if i get bored and figure out the remaining 6 i will be updating lol

okay i can't sleep so i've decided to make a dream lineup for 🅱️OONA using random people from survival shows and maybe some flop bg members who knows

[archestvirion]

Welcome to Virion(Interview)

"What has led you to where you are today?"

Virion visibly perked up at the opportunity to talk about his favorite subject, "Ah, interested in learning about the fabled archer of legend, are you? It is nothing to be ashamed of. You are not the first to be swayed by a burning curiosity, and I assure you that you won't be the last.

Settling into the plush, oversized seat situated behind his equally oversized desk, he gestured to a (much smaller) chair across from him, his smile easy and without falter, "Please, have a seat while I get the tea." Rather than standing, Virion reached into one of his desk drawers and casually revealed an entire tea set, and within seconds, two piping-hot tea cups were prepared and waiting to cool. "*Ahem.* Now where were we? Ah, yes. My history is a storied one, indeed." Leaning back slightly and crossing his legs, Virion grasped his own teacup and began, "Once upon a time, in the land of Rosanne, the angels wept as a noble babe cried his first cry..."

Holding his teacup close to his heart and frequently gazing up at the ceiling, as if in remembrance, Virion shared as much of his life's tale as his guest allowed. He told of being raised to do "great things," as his parents, the Duke and Duchess of Rosanne, used to say. Though he spoke of becoming the Duke of Rosanne with unshakeable pride, he left out the young age at which he was named duke, as well as the details surrounding why someone so young would have been given such a responsibility.

When he described Valm's conquest of Rosanne, he defended his decision to flee with impassioned(but practiced) zeal in his voice, "Without the strength or numbers to rival Walhart's army, any campaign launched in retaliation would have been a bloodbath, leading only to the extinction of Rosanne and its people. It was tragic, but it was necessary. The only possible option I had." He thought it was a rather compelling performance, if he said so himself.

Changing the subject, Virion moved on to his time with the Shepherds of Ylisse, telling of his (frankly, invaluable) contribution to the small army. "Yes, when I was not busy vanquishing evil-doers and charming fair maidens across the realms, I was something of a tactical advisor to the group. When our primary tactician had need of a second opinion, I selflessly offered my aid, as paltry as it may have been."

His smile turned wistful as he happily relayed some of his fondest memories with the Shepherds. He felt no shame as he delicately wiped away a tear that was brought to his eye upon reliving the glory of freeing Rosanne, and of course, saving the world.

Unsure how much time had passed, and his tea long since finished, he got to the root of the original question, "And so, I resumed my duties as Duke of Rosanne, for a time. My reputation among my people was that of a craven, a traitor, even. Perhaps I deserved such treatment, but it mattered not. I was committed to help in raising Rosanne back to the treasure that she once was.

"Lamentably, it was not long before I came to the conclusion that my dear Rosanne held no need for one such as myself. Prominent locals who had stayed when Valm invaded became trusted leaders amongst the community, and with Valm paying for reparations, there was no shortage of funds to rebuild with. Rosanne, it seemed, was thriving in spite of my leadership, not because of it." As he paused in his explanation, his face only let show the pride he felt for his precious homeland's triumph over overwhelming struggle, all on its own.

For the briefest of moments, Virion considered his guest. Most did not have the patience to listen to him for so long. Rather impressive, he thought, I do so wonder what the ulterior motive might be.

"It was truly a stroke of genius that led me here, to the Officer's Academy," he exclaimed, his easy smile returning as though he hadn't spent the past hour(or perhaps longer) unloading his life story on the poor, curious visitor. "I realized that I vastly overestimated Rosanne's ability to defend itself before Walhart's forces arrived. In my hubris, I assumed that a trained guard would be enough to ward off bandits, and neglected the opportunity to raise an order of stalwart knights, like the Knights of Seiros, or a coalition of freedom fighters, such as the Shepherds.

"And so, knowing Rosanne did not have the kind of resources or manpower to spare, I offered The Officer's Academy an arrangement," Virion gesticulated with excitement at his brilliant idea, "I generously lend my skills to the academy, teaching battlefield tactics to the coming generation of heroes in the way only a true master of strategy can, and in exchange, the academy opens its doors to a number of Rosanne's most fearless, so that they might acquire the skills to defend against any threat to Rosanne's safety." He looked resolutely into the eyes of his guest, his demeanor becoming uncharacteristically serious as he finished, "Whether it be brigands, conquerors, or the return of Grima himself, Rosanne will not be taken, for as long as I draw breath, and then some."

In the blink of an eye, his carefree smile was back on his face.

“What do you believe are your greatest strengths? Your greatest weaknesses?”

The next question caught Virion off guard, but his response was automatic, "Why, while I'd say I am adjusting to the life of an instructor with gusto, this is but one of my most noble talents. I sought to become a patron of the arts as a result of my vast knowledge in a variety of artforms, and stories are told of my charm and wit from Valm to Ylisse.

He seemed rather pleased with himself as he paused in contemplation, forcing himself to consider his own short-comings, as per the second question. "I would say that my greatest weakness is that my many talents, noble bearing, and overwhelming success in nearly every venture, has made others find me to be difficult to approach," he finally said, as though his answer sounded perfectly reasonable to him.

Of course, he knew it was hogwash, but he certainly wasn't going to share what he sincerely believed his strengths and weaknesses to be. Not without the promise of true love, at the very least. In truth, Virion saw his greatest asset to be his self-awareness. Knowing exactly who he was allowed him to unapologetically be himself, or even better himself, if he so desired. It allowed him to take responsibility when it was his to bear, and understand when others were too clouded by their own selves to do the same. This meant that he was also particularly in touch with what he saw as his "failings," but he resisted the urge to think about them. There would be plenty of time when he was no longer entertaining company.

“If a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play?”

Virion hummed and looked to the ceiling once more. If not for the self-reflection that the prior questions had brought on, he likely would have answered promptly. He could imagine himself saying the words out loud. Something about him being a dashing rogue or a heroic caricature of a person he once wished he could be. Fantasizing about what legends his legacy would leave behind had been a childhood pastime, after all.

Though, the reality was a lot less sweet and a lot more bitter. Stories had already been told about him, and not the ones regarding his charm and wit, as previously proclaimed. While his adventures with the Shepherds garnered him fame and notoriety in Ylisse, in much the same way as he had always dreamed, the stories from his own home were merciless, depicting him as a lily-livered dandy who turned his back on the land he'd sworn to protect with his life when she needed him most.

"I suppose that still remains to be seen," was all the answer Virion parted with. If he is to be the cowardly villain in the bard's tales, then so be it, but his story is not yet over. There was nothing to be done but continue to do right by Rosanne in whatever way he was capable of. If his guest was surprised by his curt reply, Virion paid no mind, and made a show of reacting to the church bells going off, "Ah! So late already. A pity that I must detach myself from such riveting conversation, but the work I do is vital, and it would ill-befit my students were I to shirk my duties for long."

After carefully returning the tea set to its drawer for him to clean at a later time, Virion sent his guest away with a polite adieu. He wondered what they planned to do with the information they gathered, and decided that he'd have to ask the next time they saw one another. For now, however, it was time he stored his work supplies and snuck to his private quarters. He had some things to think about.

[oselatra]

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