#“op why is it all pink?” I likes pink :D

[the-drawing-steve]

Meow!

[bellamby]

I saw Transformers One. I am so normal about it (SPOILERS AHEAD)

(Some OC doodles to hide the spoilers! If you have a cool name for her, lemme know ^^)

Honest Review: 9/10

I went in with high expectations and I was not disappointed. The best summary I can think of is that this movie is truly a love letter to the fans.

I could rant for days, but I'm gonna break it down into sections so I don't talk myself in circles ^^

Story:

The story focusing on how the war began was such a good move on the writers' part! It showed a version of Cybertron that I haven't really seen in other Transformers films, and the setting was incredibly explored.

When it comes to the origins of Cybertron and the whole "Primus/Unicron" battle, I think it was well explained considering the limited time they have in the movie.

Overall, a well-paced and actually interesting NON-HUMAN-FOCUSED story, but I will agree with others that I just wish the movie had more time to explain some things. That's basically my only complaint: the movie wasn't long enough 😭

Art:

The animation style is gorgeous, and really takes inspiration from that Retro/VHS style and colours and merges them with a shiny modern look. It took a good chunk of inspiration from the 80s vibes and I think that really showed how much care was put into it.

When it comes to the designs, I freaking LOVE the way we see them level up throughout the movie!

Characters:

Orion Pax/OP = I loved him. I will love him in every continuity, but this one especially, showing him with all his flaws and then how he rises above them for what he believes. His relationship with D-16 was so well built up, and to see it torn down so harshly as the movie went on was the level of brutal I was expecting.

The scene where he finally gets the Matrix of Leadership was SO well done. My hype for Solus Prime will never die.

D-16 = He needs a hug so badly. He's the classic tale of "Never meet your heroes". To see him shift from "I made peace with my misery, why did you have to ruin it?" To "I'm going to destroy the people who made me this way" was such a painful thing to watch. But I can't even be mad because this is literally what Megatron's whole story is about.

His origin will almost always come from a point of seeing injustice and wanting to rise against it, and they showed the lengths he'd go to really well here.

Elita One = MY QUEEN. I will follow this woman into battle any day of the week (and so would Shockwave). I feel like there was a point where she was mainly just regarded as "Orion/Optimus' GF", but they really separated her from that stereotype in this. She's not just "pink Orion Pax", she's a character in her own right.

Seeing Orion have to earn her respect helped show just why the two hold each other in high regard. I hope we get to see more of her as a Commander in the sequel!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE = MY PRECIOUS BOY. Okay, there was a point in the trailer where I was really worried he was going to just be the comic relief character who makes a joke every time something serious is happening, but instead he's an awkward bot who means well. He doesn't always get it right, but he also doesn't actively mess things up for the group.

Bumblebee's wholesomeness was so well captured especially the part where he's like "Orion Orion! Watch me cut these guys in half!" While the guys in question are literally running away in fear. He's so cute, I can't. I am going to fight D-16 if he's actually the one who tears out his voicebox, I swear to Primus.

Can you tell who my favourite is? ^^

Favourite details:

- Starscream's high-pitched voice origin. The second he started sounding like that I was like "OHHHHH, MEGS DID THAT?!?!"

- "I'm...speechless" BEEEEE STAAAAWWP

- Alpha Trion's "ROAR" era.

- Sentinel's Death. I love that we can get away with gore in PG films when it comes to robots. Man literally got snapped in half like a KitKat, and the age rating people were like "...yeah, 5-year-olds can watch this"

- Origins of the Decepticon symbol being from Megatronus. Before, I just headcanonned Megs sitting over a desk with several balled up bits of paper trying to come up with a super cool symbol to show his Ex that he'd moved on (he hasn't)

- Chromia's little moment of rage when she won the Iacon 5000. Not enough people talk about Chromia, but I love how Ironhide matches her wild, slightly-unhinged energy.

Conclusion: Hasbro, more movie, please

I NEED to know where this goes. This movie is such a fresh change of pace from all the hesitation and back and forth in recent years. There have been so many different series and continuities starting up that it seems Hasbro is unsure of which one will stick, but this is my plea to them:

YOU HAVE STRUCK ENERGON, HERE, DO NOT WASTE IT

We're getting a sequel either way, but it's up to Hasbro whether that's written by them or by a hero on AO3 or Fanfiction.net

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. I have several nights of crying to do now.

[leaderpinhead]

Idia - The Luck of the Otaku

Prompt: Unlucky

"Idia, this is ridiculous.” 

Idia quickly hushed Yuu. He never took his eyes off the digital clock on his computer screen. The seconds ticked down slower than the minutes. Yuu’s heavy sigh only made him stare at the numbers harder. “You know, when you invited me over, I thought we were actually making progress.” 

“That’s you’re mistake.” 

“I thought we could co-op a dungeon.” 

“Don’t need to be in the same room to do that.” 

“Or maybe join one of the games the other students play in the lounge. The ones with all the dice.” 

“New campaign sign ups don’t start until next month.” 

“You can at least explain why I’m wearing this.” 

Idia’s eyes bounced away from the screen long enough to make sure Yuu still wore the headband he had thrown at her. The bells on it jingled when she tilted her head. If her expression hadn’t looked so bland, Idia would have almost thought the bunny ears and big pink ribbon made her look cute. “I didn’t have a rabbit foot.” 

“So?” 

“I figured the foot of someone pretending to be a rabbit would work instead.” Idia turned back to the screen. Time had flown while he wasn’t looking, and he almost panicked until he was assured his small window of time hadn’t passed. “Now be quiet so I can concentrate.” 

Yuu noisily huffed. “Idia.” 

“I only have a minute left.” 

“A minute left for what?” 

“Ask questions later.” Idia grabbed the bone on the desk and spun around to present it to Yuu. “Here, pull on the other side of this.” 

“Ew. Why do you have a half-eaten chicken wing on your desk?” 

“Questions later—pulling now!” 

Yuu’s nose wrinkled, but she took one section of the chicken wing. Idia pulled on it until the bones snapped apart. He sighed when he ended up with the larger piece and immediately tossed it to the other side of his room. It wasn’t a wishbone, but he was sure it would work the same way since the bones came from the same bird. 

While Yuu made noises of disgust, Idia pulled out the box hidden under his desk. He quickly positioned seven little waving cat figures on his desk. He put a four-leaf clover on each of their heads before he stood and spun three times. 

On the third spin, he reached out to poke Yuu in the arm. Yuu stepped out of his reach. Her eyes narrowed on him. “Don’t touch me.” 

“I have to touch you to complete the ritual!” 

“I’ll drop kick you if you touch me.” 

“Just let me touch your sleeve.” 

“No.” 

“I need a lucky rabbit’s foot!” 

“You’ve completely lost your mind.” 

Idia groaned. He checked the clock. He only had seconds to complete the ritual. Time to pull out the big guns. “I’ll buy the cute skin you want in Towernoon.” 

“I already have enough D-Bucks for that one.” 

“You can take the dorm’s blastcycle out for a ride whenever you want.” 

“I can barely stay upright on those things, let alone drive one.” 

“I’ll buy Grim a custom ribbon!” 

“That’s more to your benefit than mine.” Yuu propped her hands on her hips. “Just tell me what this is all about.” 

Another quick glance at the clock broke him. “I’m buffing my luck stat to the max, so I’ll be the final bid on a set of super ultra rare Premo merch fans.” 

Yuu slowly blinked. “Fans? Like those paper fans Vil had the Film Research Club hand out when they performed at the SDC?” 

Idia scoffed. “These are nothing compared to those cheap misprinted things. These have been kept in pristine condition.” 

“You have a set of Premo fans right there.” 

“These are from Premo’s very first concert!” 

Yuu rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Touch my hand so I can catch back up with Ace and Deuce before they start their horror movie marathon.” 

Idia quickly slapped Yuu’s outstretched palm. He spun around and slammed his keyboard to confirm his bid. He smirked at the time on his clock. “Excellent! There’s absolutely no way anyone could...” 

The digital clock chimed the top of the hour. At literally the same moment, a new bid flashed across his screen. Idia stared in absolute horror as his top bid fell into second place. A notification filled the screen to announce the end of the auction. 

Idia fell to his knees. “My fans...” 

“Guess my hand wasn’t lucky enough,” Yuu said. Idia felt the toe of her shoe nudge against his back. “Maybe you should have touched my actual foot instead.” 

Idia groaned and doubled over in complete devastation. 

[jacenotjason]

How would the opposite neighborhood react to seeing their original selfs?

i wanna draw this, but im gonna jot my thoughts down real quick!!

(Here’s the AU masterpost!)

Also doodles!!

They try their best to find something they have in common. I feel like OG Eddie is way to nice to be scared or like grossed out by Opposite, he’d just feel a little bad and wanna be his friend.

They talk about Frank, they have that in common. Like:

OG: …uhm.. arts and crafts?

OP: I’m not five? What about sports?

OG: I can’t follow along with all that..

OP: eugh… mm…

OG: …

OP: ..Frank?

OG: Frank!!

OP: Frank!

Oh they would hate each other. OG would be trying to be nice and then Opposite would insult his business model, and then they fight. I lowkey wanna see these two brawl, I think opposite would kick OGs ass no offense.

OP: *looking around OGs store* Where’s your price tags? The unlabeled scam is scummy, even for me.

OG: Hm? Oh, buddy, I don’t charge money for my products!

OP: … What?

OG: Yah! I prefer accepting other meanings of payment! Things much more valuable then money, friend!

OP: … That’s dumb.

OG: 🙂 what.

Then they BRAWL!! Ok probably not OG howdy probably doesn’t resort to violence. But a lot of insults are thrown back n forth hueurheye-

I honestly think they’d love each other. OP is basically Franny, and OG is OP.Franny they’d literally just:

OG&OP, at the same time: You look like my sister!!

Plus they both love fashion, and hair, and makeup, and Sally- ohmygod theyd be the best of friends i cant even theyd be so girlboss together

OG teaches her some games, and then OP teaches her some girlboss survival skills. Before they leave, OP gives her a pink sparkly pocket knife to remember her by :3

Yknow that fancy rich ppl thing ppl do where they kiss each others cheek? They do that

OG: My dear! Won’t you let me in? I’m you, you can trust me!

OP: what in gods name makes you think I trust myself..?

OG: We are one in the same, starlight! I am you, you are me! A mirrored doppelgänger of your own image! I don’t look to harm you, starlight! Put aside your distrust.. for yourself?

OP: haha… okay, shakesqueer…

Then OP lets her in :3

I have lots of thoughts about these two hanging out. OG makes her a new outfit after judging her gross clothes, lightheartedly ofc and OP is like “haha yeah its gross” and OP gets a cute dress! OP absolutely shocks and destroys OG in video games, they dance together, and they talk about Julie huehuehuehue

WAHHH THESE TWO! I honestly feel like theyd get along, but have little bickering about their different mothering styles.

OG: a.. punk mother? Interesting..

OP: whaat? My kids are all party animals, just like me! I can’t contain that.

OG: haha that’s fair.. I guess.. but.. partying? Thats so… much..

OP: …dude unclench your beak and live a little.

Someone calls OP Ma and OG is like “Ma? Thats so sweet.. i wish my neighbors called me mom :>..”

OG: a dog wearin’ pants? That ain’t right.

OP: aah.. it’s just.. to walk around half naked, is that not discomfiting?

OG: Discomfiting?? Thats a big ol’ word for a big ol’ dog.

OP: Ahaha… I’ve got a bit of a considerable vocabulary.

OG: you got a word-a-day calendar or somethin?

I feel like they’d be friends? Maybe?? OG kinda pokes fun at OP and OP is like “I’m talking to my opposite self :) dimension plane is real :) ain’t that wild :)”

OG: …

OP: .. :3

OG: …I have questions

OP: :D

OG: why the turtleneck?

OP: its like a shirt is giving my neck a hug! :D

OG: …ok. Why the hair?

OP: fluffy! :D

OG: no why is it white?

OP: I bleached it :D

OG: why?

OP: preti :D

[count-alucard-tepes]

S/O cosplaying the OP babygirls,,,

Kizaru ✨: absolutely loves it especially if it’s a sexy cosplay

Akainu🌋: cannot stop blushing

Ryokugyu 🌱: “…hey I don’t wear a bra…so that’s got to go” *smirks*

Fujitora 🐅: thinks it’s cute

Sir Crocodile 🐊: “…so this is fem version of me that everyone is obsessed with….I like it”

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: *chuckles* “…alright that’s enough, give my coat back”

Benn Beckman 🔫: *smirks* “…the gun looks better on you”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: *hands Mogura over and neatens the scarf* “…there…now you’re my twin…well…part of the quadruplet”

Killer🔪: literally cannot stop blushing, he loves it!

Kaido🐉: *chuckles* “…you need to build a lot more muscle, love”

King 👑: *blushes* “…take it off already!”

Queen👑: *squeals like a little girl* “alright, alright! Do the dance and song!!!”

Izou🔫🔫: *smiles and fixes their hair* “…there, much better”

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: *chuckles* “…even the face tattoo? Looks a lot less painful than mine”

Oven Charlotte 🍞: *rolls his eyes in response* “…I do not look that comical!”

Buggy🤡: *blushes* “…you know I love you more than anything in this world for doing this, right?!”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *chuckles* “…pineapple head, really?”

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: *smirks* “…let me help you with your lipstick”

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: *smiles and helps with the make up* “…alright, now give me some sugar!!!” *proceeds to kiss and smudge the lipstick all over their face*

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: *chuckles and cuddles his S/O* “…the pink hair really suits you…and the tattoo…maybe you should get my name tattooed on you for real”

Gecko Moria🦇: *huffs* “…why are you stealing my look!? You looked perfect the way you were”

Iceburg💜: *looks thoughtful* “…so that’s wear my suit went…and why my lipstick was missing this morning”

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: *smirks and gives his S/O his rings to wear* “…shining bright like that diamond you are, baby”

[captain-44-curly]

hi! This is a time loop Curly ask-blog :D

This is an AU where Curly is basically stuck in a time loop. Waking back up during his psych evaluation and it ends when he’s in the cryo pod with Jimmy. He remembers everything.

Meet the Mod! - Hi you can call me Polle (for mod questions) torment him all you'd like but no sexual contact, please.

I don’t mind interacting with the other blogs, Please I have so much fun talking to all the rest of y'all!!! :D YOU'RE ALL SO COOL!!!

I don’t ship curly with anyone so please respect that.

has some Head canons like him being 32, and having a little sister.

A reminder not to harass, spam, or other inappropriate content for an Ask blog

I will occasionally doodle things, probably use #Art grant

if you find any time loop curly stuff I love seeing it, so please share!!! :D

hes bi-Ace :D

Thank you and please enjoy!

Blog runs on Central Time (CT), and Polle (op) has ASD

extra stuff below cut:

Cheat sheet for people that can’t find it since I have one for a basis of how he would react to other characters ^

when doing an RPS, you may notice me using colours for certain words I find can fit into that color blue: Anya related things orange: in some cases, it is how I used to show myself speaking OOC but also for Swansea pink: Daisuke :D green: Jimmy-related things

Red: usually used when curly is a tough spot in his mindset. Talking about the crash, sometimes used to refer to himself.

I didn’t add this to the cheat sheet but when interacting with other curly’s he does his best to give bedside manner and help them, sometimes he does good and other times it can get a bit messy with emotions being so high.

Q/A:

why a time loop au blog? Why not just make a normal blog? because I’m built differently. I found it be be a fun idea. I was laying in bed scrolling through Tumblr and I saw everyone else having a hell of a lot of fun doing this, so I thought of ways to make my blog a bit different and a bit more fun for me. So made a list and this was the one that stood out the most to me!

what were the other blog ideas? A pre-captain curly when he was a copilot of another ship, a swap Au, a sea captain AU, and an AU where Jimmy still crashes the ship but gets locked inside of the cockpit. Curly getting slightly injured trying to stop/save him.

does your curly have other blogs that are a part of his crew? no. It’s kinda hard to do that and I wouldn’t wanna drag people in this AU with me if it’s almost impossible to keep up with the looping and other stuff, maybe if I used the og concept of a week-long loop cycles. But idk man I’m having fun like this

curly’s backstory? he grew up with a little sister, a mom, and a dad. He’s a child of divorced parents but they split amicably. He met Jimbo in 6th grade when Jimbob was the new kid who moved into the neighbourhood curly’s mom and dad set Curly up to meet the new guy. Leading to them being friends. Curly after high school graduated early and skipped a grade. Went to college and got a scholarship from Pony Express if he worked for them as an intern. He took it finished all his classes and his job was sealed. After 8 years of work, he finds Jimmy again. Jimmy is homeless and at the bottom of his rope. Curly trying to be a good friend, offers Jimmy a place to sleep and a job. 2 years later he’s on the tulpar as a captain for his last run.

any hc you like from other people?

Jimmy waited to help them look for Curly after the crash, hoping that it was either too late or just enough damage for Curly to not be able to bounce back. (I LOVE THE DAISUKE ISEKAI >v< )

Why does he have so much coffee on him, didn’t they run out? yes, I’m aware they ran out of coffee, in my HC. In Curly’s bag, he was allowed by the express to bring 4 extra packets of coffee for emergencies to keep himself awake (why he has them on him) he has an infinite loop of coffee packets due to him having them in his pockets during the crash and physic evaluations(the soft lock spot and beginning of the loop). Due to this, the loop causes his supply to reappear since he had them on hand during the two hotspots so it’s now a part of Curly’s person,

does the time loops have any side effects? Other than recking him mentally

yes, the time loops can lead to phantom pains, nightmares, shaky limb, (semi permanent) exhaustion, occasional damage to joint and small fractures in bones if something occurs that would break a bone. if he died in a way that’s painful. He’ll restart the loop in agony.

if he live long enough in the loop and dies as an old man it can lead to temporary memory loss (best fate for this dude :( ). Most of the physical pain will disappear and dissipate after a few days.

Do you have any fun HC? mostly non-sad ones please:

Curly is allergic to cat

coffee addict

he has a younger sister and a step-sibling he doesn't really know much about

probably has broken a bone once or twice when learning to ride a bike

Jimmy and Him became drinking buddies after Jimmy moved into Curly's home (NOT A GOOD IDEA AT ALL?! IT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA?!)

when he was a shadow for a captain for his first flight, Swansea was the mechanic for that flight. So he's known Swansea for a bit and has been on the same flight through the years. He is made fun of by Swansea

Those arm bands are light reflective, I did that because it made senses to me that in a high stake environment where your crew needing to find you if something went wrong would be easier to find someone

bi ace, but very detached with romantic feelings.

How the patches work:

Red for the captain Yellow for mechanics and they usual have more (on the back of their uniform, pant legs) Lighter Blue for nurses Green for co pilots White for interns

if you feel that Curly is out of character beyond the imagination of what a time loop could do to a person. Send an ask and I’ll try to do something about it

[elizabethrobertajones]

"I'm so relieved to have you at my side, my loves," G'raha declared. "The fate of the star was not just in my hands, but yours too, and I cannot say how proud I am of us."

"Even me?" asked Frog, as Erenville rolled his eyes and tried not to look affected by the praise, despite the please twitch of his ears.

"Even you and the Gleaners did your part, Bounding Frog."

Day 5: Alternate Universe | In Another Life

"Oh, I don't think much about alternate universes except joke ones where Frog runs off with the Fuath but there's not like any lore or anything - Oh my god that one time Frog trolled Erenville by pretending to be a new Gleaner." *immediately comes up with 3 pages of backstory*

Anyway meet fucked up Allagan bloodline Erenville, Gleaner Frog and Warrior of Light G'raha :D (I really ought to have made Frog's colour scheme without the pink but it's so much a part of her I forgot it's from her Azem legacy until long after I posed and took the picture :P Really, G'raha should have pink highlights and a pink eye since I only have 1 canon Azem who is the forebear of any WoL in any AU I have and they have the Blessing of Pastel Pink Aesthetics they pass on)

Not a canon relationship as of the current waning days of Endwalker we're in and I can feel Frog trying to kill me with her mind for putting her this close to Erenville because this is currently her Nemesis and I am being a very bad blorbo caretaker by shipping them before plot has elapsed... But Erenville doesn't scare me as much as Y'shtola does so I can get away with it as long as Frog can't become so OP she can reach out of the fourth wall and murder me :P May be a level 100 ability but I hope the narrative gives me an opportunity to set her up with Erenville before then. And of course I ship G'rerenville 5eva.

WoL!G'raha's special interest wouldn't just be Allagan horrors but ALL the horrors and he'd know the most about manipulating aether for combat against primals and how to kill them all. It's joked that Hydaelyn blessed him with the Echo because she wanted to spare him bothering Krile with any more questions and tests and puzzles, and gave him the Blessing of Light so he could go off and do his own research. He made a beeline for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and became their champion with a try hard attitude and known for his enthusiastic thumbs up whenever tasked with the hardest task.

Erenville diligently and quietly studied all he could on Allagan Horrors to learn what his family's dark secret was, but never made it too well known why he was studying it, or that his one gold one red eyes were anything strange. However, his quiet competence got him sent to Erozea to help Rammbroes, and despite all his attempts to lay low, he found himself there at the unlocking of the Crystal Tower, learning way too much about himself in front of people who couldn't unhear it, and pushed along by an over-enthusiastic Warrior of Light who could not shut up about how great an advantage such a magical connection could be. Still, Erenville is calm and professional and when the time came and he knew there was no other way, he shooed the Sons of St Coinach out of the Tower and looked almost dispassionately over his shoulder to G'raha and bid him farewell.

The Exarch was, of course, 1000x more impenetrably vague and annoying but - and this was rather difficult for the Exarch to handle - the huge dark ears sticking out of his hood did give G'raha a hint about who he may be dealing with, though he suspected all sorts of terrible things like Allagan clone or robot and so on before daring to hope it was truly Erenville - when he realised the plan was to tidily pack himself and the Light away with a minimum of melodrama and fuss. This was mostly because of the extremely intricate plans for running the Crystarium in his absence that Erenville had bequeathed before they left for Mt Gulg. It was all just too like him.

G'raha made a ten times more melodramatic intervention while actively coughing up Light everywhere, but Emet-Selch is going to Emet-Selch and can't stand the Warrior of Light being as big a drama queen as he is so he just shoots Erenville and kidnaps him to the Tempest because he's fed up of G'raha talking and posing. A rescue was mounted, love confessed, everyone forgave everyone and cried a lot etc etc.

Erenville joined the Scions after that and provided a sensible counterpoint, inexplicably becoming close to Alisaie (she reminds him of Wuk Lamat but he still hasn't disclosed an onze of backstory).

When they come to Sharlayan for help to stop the final days, they meet an over-worked but still cheerful Gleaner who can lift a whole Troll over her shoulder, and is very helpful and friendly winking and showing them the secret paths. Of course, Bounding Frog is a born Gleaner - she's loved animals forever and had mapped the whole mountain ecosystem around her home village. Sent to Sharlayan by her parents to study the things she loves, she'd quickly risen through the ranks of the Gleaners to become one of their trustiest hands.

She did see through G'raha hopping around as a frog instantly, and on hearing of the incident Erenville only wryly said "I'm sure I could have played a better toad." This could not be disputed, as Y'shtola refused to cast the spell frivolously to settle their debate.

Frog kept in contact and kept them updated on events in Sharlayan once they left to take the fight to the Telophoroi and kept them updated on the Blasphemies once the final days began; by the time G'raha returned from Elpis having learned of an Azem somehow even more annoying that the most annoying interpretation of Azem you've previously heard of, they had all become very fond of one another. By the time they set off for the stars, G'raha and Erenville had admitted to each other they both had a huge crush on the huge Gleaner, and she in turn was waiting for their return more anxious for them than the entire fate of the star.

And of course once they came back from Ultima Thule, Frog's only problem was working out which one of them to smooch first, before carrying G'raha off somewhere quiet to sit and hug and be extremely relieved and happy together :')

[fire-for-you]

well, look, that changed everything

|-<3-|

pairing - j. halpert x d. schrute

rating - gen. audiences (concussions, pre-relationship, bisexual jim, au - canon divergence, episode: s02e12 - the injury, fluff)

word count - 1,350

summary - "the injury" alt ending

a/n - wrote this in like 2 hours after watching the injury and seeing that couch moment. please enjoy! also I chose a daffodil for the symbol for this story becuase it symbols new beginnings

|-<3-|

“Finally, feel the... blood coursing through my foot veins,” Michael announced, twirling his wrapped foot. 

Dwight slumped over, groaning. 

Jim stood up quickly, walking over to the downed man. “Oh! Okay, I think we need to take him to the hospital, because... I’m pretty sure he has a concussion.” The salesman hoisted Dwight up, Angela at his shoulders. 

“Oh, now you feel some compassion for him,” Michael said snarkily. 

“He needs to go right now, and you’re his emergency contact. I think that you should go with him.” Angela retorted, steadying Dwight. The older man had his head in his hands, trying to keep it upright. 

“Why don’t you go with him?” 

“I, barely know him…” 

“I want Michael to take me,” Dwight finally spoke, sounding out of it.

“I can’t take you, I don’t have my car.”

“Please?” Dwight interrupted.

“-And yours is all vomity.” Michael finished.

Meredith stepped up, offering, “You can take my van!”

“Oh, okay, that’s great. No, I can’t drive. Jim, why don’t you drive.” 

“Fine.” 

“We’ll go. I’m still recovering. So let’s just, Ryan, could you get my coat, please?” 

Jim grabbed Dwight from his office chair, putting his arm over the taller’s shoulders. They walked toward the office door, Jim almost tripping them up. “Slowly, slowly. Let’s just get to the elevator.”

Dwight started making noise, what sounded like a helicopter. 

“What are you doing? What, stop, stop.” Jim said as they started falling on the couch. 

“Vietnam sounds.” 

A single “stop” was all Jim got out before his lips met Dwight’s. The force of the Schrute sagging onto the couch pulled the younger in, and now their mouths were connected. Not long after, Dwight pulled away, closing his eyes, oblivious to what just happened. Jim blushed; his face turned a violent shade of red. 

“Tired...”

It was the best kiss Jim ever had, but he had to worry about other things at the moment, tucking away the firm press of Dwight’s lips away for later.

“Just take a rake-” 

Jim found the spray bottle, squirting the man. 

“Wake up!” 

“Ahh!” Dwight jolted, sitting up. 

Pam came over, helping him stand. “Wait, here, let me help you, Dwight. Get up, get up.” 

“Okay, Pam, thanks. You’re the best.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Keep him awake.” Jim reminded her. 

“It smells like chicken soup.”

“I know.” They traveled out the door and to the elevator.

“I have to go to the hospital.”

“I know.”

“Where are we going?” 

“I just want to say goodbye, okay?” Pam said, looking at the taller. 

“I’ll be back, I mean…”

“Yes, I know, but it’s gonna be different.”

“Why?”

“It’s just... hard to explain,” Pam answered, shaking her head.

“Aw, Pam, you’re adorable.” He taps her nose, and she smiles. 

“Oh, my goodness!” She backs up a little; Dwight is swaying. 

He giggles as she pulls him in for a hug. “Come here.”

“Oh, huggy hugs.”

-

Michael pushes open the door, calling out, “Shotgun!”

Jim, face still pink but wearing off, asks, “You don’t think you should sit in the back with Dwight?” 

Michael tsks. 

To the doc crew...

“The rules of shotgun are very simple and very clear. The first person to shout “shotgun” when you’re within the sight of the car gets the front seat. That’s how the game’s played. There are no exceptions for someone with a concussion.” 

-

On their way to the car, Michael says, sounding disgusted, “Oh, God, a mini-van. What is Meredith’s problem?”

“Well, I think she has a kid,” Jim responds, Dwight still leaning on him. 

“Yeah, she has one kid, no husband. She’s not gonna find one driving this thing around.” 

“Where are we going?” Dwight asks as Jim opens the side door. 

“Come on, get inside.” 

“Where are we going?” Dwight asks again, gazing off in the distance. 

“We’re going to Chuck E. Cheese.”

“Chuck E. Cheese?” The camera swings to Michael. “Oh, God, I’m so sick of Chuck E. Cheese.”

“We’re going to the hospital, Michael,” Jim says as Dwight climbs into the van. 

“I know, just sayin’.”

-

Michael turns around to Dwight, seeing a bottle in his hand. “Dwight, what are you drinking?” 

“I found it under the seat.” 

Jim looks into the overhead mirror, Dwight smelling the bottle in the reflection.

“Oh my God, Dwight, put that down.” 

“I’m thirsty.” 

Jim leans behind the seat, spraying Dwight in the face. “Give the bottle to Michael.”

Dwight protests, slinking away from the water. 

“Give the bottle to Michael!” He sprays him again.

“I’m thirsty!” 

“Give it to me,” Michael demands. 

“No!”

“Dwight...” Michael faces Jim. “Just keep your eyes on the road. “Turning back to Dwight, he says, “Give me the bottle or you’re fired.”

 “You can’t fire me, I don’t work in this van!”  

“Give it to me, Dwight.” He reaches back for it as Dwight takes a drink. 

“No.”

“Give me the bottle!” Michael yells, still grasping for it.

Jim looks at the passenger seat. “Will you stop?”

“Gimme the bottle, Dwight!” 

“Michael, stop.”

Dwight takes another sip, groaning.

“Just give it!”

Jim retakes the spray bottle, spraying Michaell first and then Dwight, both recoiling. 

“Stop, stop it! Stop spraying!” 

Dwight is whining in the backseat as Michael finally grasps the bottle. 

“My eyes! My eyes!” 

-

“Dwight, what is your middle name.” 

“Danger.” The salesman responded, completely unfocused. 

Michael sighs, thinking. “Something with a ‘K.’” 

Jim answers for him, “It’s Kurt. Wow, I am so sad that I know that.”

“What do I write under ‘reason for visit’?” 

“Concussion.” He rolled his eyes as Michael scribbled something out. “What did you write?”

Michael clears his throat. “Nothing. I wrote ‘bringing someone to the hospital.”

“So you thought they meant your reason for coming to the hospital.”

“No… you know what, Jim, this isn’t about me anymore. I made a miraculous recovery, which is more than I can say for him.” Michael said, motioning to Dwight, who was falling over onto Jim, eyes closed. 

Jim sprayed as Dwight got too close to his shoulder. Dwight sat up immediately, saying, “Hi Michael!” 

“Hi, Dwight.” 

-

The phone rang, and Pam picked it up, saying her signature line, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.” 

Jim responded, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Jim.” 

“Oh my God, what is going on, is Dwight okay?” 

“Uh-hmm, he should be fine, but, uh, they brought him in for a CAT scan.” 

“I can’t believe he’s getting a CAT scan.”

“Michael went in there with him too. It’s pretty sweet.” 

“Really? Michael went in with him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow. Uh, hey, since you’re alone, I saw you kiss Dwight.” 

Jim flushed as it was brought up again. “Um. Yeah, it was an accident; I don’t think it meant anything.” 

“But it meant something to you, right? I mean, Jim, I’ve seen how you look at him. And you always try to get his attention with the pranks. You really gonna tell me there isn’t something there?”

“Damn, you are too good, Beesly.” 

“Mmm-hmm.”

“He’s not gonna remember.” 

“I don’t know about that. You should ask him when he gets better.” 

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. Talk later, Pam.” 

“Yep.” 

--

The next day, Dwight was back at work, there before Jim was, even though he lived farther away. Jim spent all night thinking about the kiss and how he could approach the other about it. 

It was Dwight who said something first, when they were both alone in the break room. 

“Um, Jim.” 

The taller looked away from his sandwich and into Dwight’s eyes. 

“I-I know I accidentally kissed you yesterday, and I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel weird-” 

“I liked it.” Jim blurted, immediately covering his mouth in horror. 

“Yeah? Well, I did too. Can I take you out for dinner then? Tonight? At seven?”

Jim’s eyes were almost popping out of the sockets. “Yes. Yes! A million times yes.” 

Dwight grinned, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. “I guess I will see you later then.” 

The brunette beamed at him as he walked away. 

He’d never been more excited. 

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[yamatossideboob]

ONE PIECE 1122 Spoilers!

(1122 is such a good number)

This week's balances:

I fucking love how much effort Oda clearly put into this redraw of a fan's piece waaaaaaaa

Hard to believe there were still doubters after Whitebeard SAID the One Piece was real 2 and a bit years ago. Though he *was* a fearsome pirate emperor and Vegapunk a beloved inventor 🤔

"Your days are numbered world government!!!" god I hope so, random prisoner

and I adore that Vegapunk made sure the folks at Impel Down heard everything. Vegapunk voice I love causing problems on purpose

My OP bestie was saying to me last night how if you told someone in 1997 that the crying pink boy mopping decks for Alvida would end up as a major foil to the main character and a contender to find the One Piece, they'd call you a fucking liar

"I have to stop your dream from being realised!!!" good fucking luck Koby, you are doomed to failure by the narrative

No but fr Koby vs Luffy is a real probability now. coughing baby hydrogen bomb.

ily Jairman Bahgee, clown of the people fr king of the pirates to ME

The Cross Guild shippers are getting to me bc when Croc told Buggy "sit" I first assumed he meant on his lap

Wouldn't it be great if Caribou had no valuable intel in fact and Blackbeard earthquaked him to death

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the transponder is banjaxed. tough shit for the Elders though lmaooooooo

I love Emet so much lads, honestly this chapter made all those cliffhangers and teases worth it

"you look so much like him" so does this mean the Nika forme, or does Luffy actually look like Joyboy did full time?

"Sorry that I couldn't make you king" the 'Joyboy was bad' theorisers will chew on that line for months, cheers Oda

"D." UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I choose to read this as hearing the D. dispelled any lingering doubts in Emet's mind. Pull the fuckin lever Giant Robo!!!!!!!

This whole segment is just. wow. Emet laughing like Luffy or maybe Joyboy would, knowing they can genuinely protect him with this manoeuvre, them thanking him for letting them hear the drums one last time... The fucking THUNDERCLAP OF CONKER HAKI SO BIG IT KNOCKS OUT MARINES FOR MILES AROUND WHILE EMET TELLS LUFFY NOT TO DIE JESUS CHRIST LADS THIS IS SO MUCH

THE HAKI ROPE FUCKING NEGATING THE ELDERS' YOKAI FORMES AND FUCKING EJECTING THEM BACK TO MARIEJOIS

and Mars waiting for them to get home patiently lmao

So this begs so much questioning. Just how does that teleportation circle work, and why is Imu of all people fatigued by this happening? My mind is still racing at this, and this is what I think: given how we never got a Devil Fruit name drop when the Elders shifted to Yokai Forme several chapters ago (which prompted much speculation in itself), and seeing Imu worn out now after the Elders were negated and sent packing... I think the Yokai shit is Imu's power, DF or not. The reason we got no Elder DF names is bc it' the one ability, which belongs to the secret god-king hiding back in Mariejois. The summoning circle is probably also Imu's power, because this looks to me like the transportation needs to be sustained - that massive Haki blast made Imu lose his focus, causing the Elders to get jettisoned back to hg. Seeing as how Mars was there before them, this teleportation power seems to have a range too - Mars was forced out of this range by Luffy & co, causing him to be zapped back first. This all seems incredibly overpowered to be the one DF/whatever else, but given how Imu is the secret final boss of One Piece, I can totally buy that he's fucking busted.

Also who the fuck is this other person worrying about Imu. I forget does he had any direct servants or w/e but this takes me aback.

Ahem. regardless, this proves that Imu and the Elders are not invincible. As to what ends up being the key to their defeat... Idk! We saw that Joyboy Haki doing numbers on them, maybe his was just different? or maybe it's sheer volume thats the key?? UGH how exciting!!!

Nami implies Edision is kaput but this is OP and i'll not believe he's dead until I see that righteous dude being disassembled for scrap, sorry lads

WAIT JOYBOY COME BACK YOU FORGOT AN ELDER (this does reinforce my teleportation circle notion, given how Saturn was the only one who arrived at Egghead without it)

Hm. Hey Joyboy? Just how the fuck do you tie HAKI INTO A GODDAMN KNOT???

lol no but this is reminiscent of HxH (also GOAT ftr) and how nen can be imbued into objects for different effects. Or else the rope is literally Haki made physical? Is this the brand of Haki that made the other Elders gtfo? Is this the level required to put those Yokai bastards down once and for all?

I've only just noticed right now that Emet has an X on his wrist.... A True Nakama....

rip to the 'Joyboy wasn't human' speculators, you fought valiantly but Joyboy was a tiny human man

Emet you're such a strong brave boy ilysm

fuck man when this gets animated I'm really gonna cry. Emet is such a sweetie T^T

Also Joyboy's lines here foreshadow a DEVASTATING flashback to come, god almighty lads steel yerselves now

mannnnnnnnn that was a top-notch chapter, the SJ summer break will be a doddle after this feast of hype and intrigue.

Summer's here and the time is right lads, OP is on break but enjoy yerselves if and when you can! WWLD! 💪✖️

[superman--yoosung]

hi there!! i was hoping i could ask for a mystic messenger matchup please OP :D

- i go by she/her and i’m bi - so i’m open to any of the (adult) characters from the game.

- in my spare time, i like playing my flute/piano. and reading - i really love a lot of classic lit (with fanfic being my guilty pleasure lol) . if i’m not doing either of those things, it’s games (i think i enjoy getting lost in worlds other than my own). i love coffee and would really love to go sightseeing/travelling once i’m out of uni!

- i want to like insects - but i don’t because a lot of them jumpscare me (lol). i also don’t like the taste of cooked mushrooms,, i don’t know why. and i can’t stand untidy or messy places - i’ll tidy for you lol.

- personality wise i’m a little reserved - but i’m cheerful and can be quite the goof when i feel comfortable. i’m always thinking of others and little things i can do for them, or help them in any way possible. i have a strong sense of morality and loyalty towards others. however, i’m stubborn, and honestly somewhat bossy. i don’t know when to give up, which i think is a bit of a double edged sword tbh ^^;;

- for extra info - i’m pretty tall (5’9”) so i feel like a little bit of a giant. my sleep schedule is in shambles, i have a pet cat and my favourite colour is pink 🌸

on a side note - i am so so happy to see the mystic messenger fandom alive and well. and i hope i haven’t written too much for you OP <3

It's funny you mentioned the fandom - I have mostly mysme requests this round! it's definitely still thriving :)

Your matchup is.....................................................

JUMIN HAN !!

"Did you see that new magazine cover? Oh, you know - the one with the C&R heir and his wife? Wasn't it stunning?! Oh, to have someone look at me the way he looks at her..."

When searching for information online about Jumin Han and his recent marriage, comments such as these are rampant. But for good reason - after all, a proposal as sensational as theirs was sure to drive up public interest on the two. Nonetheless, information about Jumin Han's wife, in particular, is rather scarce. But it's evident to anyone who looks that Jumin Han has everything he needs to know about her - and that whatever it is he knows, it's only made him love her more with each passing day.

Fun details:

Your pursuits of the classical arts are noble indeed, and Jumin values your efforts. You'll have access to the finest tutors and lessons the world can offer, should you desire them. If you are already loyal to certain teachers or methods, he will invest in them to ensure your continued learning and growth. He would be delighted if you chose to give a private recital just for the RFA, and very proud of the work you put in to your instruments.

Funny enough, your new beta reader is Jumin. He became curious about what you spent your evenings on in the comfort of the luxurious living room, and when you finally showed him some of your fanfiction, he was unsurprised that your love of reading transferred to writing, too. Still, he admires all of your interests and efforts, and will support you by beta reading your works, bringing his critical eye to your fics. (And if you spend a long time explaining the nuances of the characters and fandoms to him, well, that's just icing on the cake for him, because he gets to hear your beautiful voice and see the sparks of passion in your eyes.)

You get along with Yoosung pretty well. Jumin Han isn't much of a gamer, but at some point he will become intrigued by the two-person (or more) games you play with Yoosung online sometimes. He'll never be as good as either of you at games, but he's good enough to play the cute stereotypical couples games together with - and he'll be quite enthusiastic about doing so with you!

You want to travel the world? He's got the private jet ready to go when you are! During breaks in university, he'll show you around the world, to all the places he's been before, and then to exciting new locations for the two of you to make wonderful new memories together.

He will have the best of the best coffee beans imported for you. If you have a favorite brand or store, he'll get a whole franchise installed in the C&R building just for you. (And the employees, of course, but mostly for you.) If you prefer Jaehee's coffee brewing skills over his, expect him to be pestering her to teach him in exact details in the RFA groupchat (much to Jaehee's eternal annoyance).

No bugs allowed in the penthouse!! If you care about the bugs being kept alive, he will ensure that each bug that does wander inside the building is escorted safely outside the entire perimeter before being set free. Luckily for you, there are two cats on the hunt for any stray bugs, so you likely won't have any trouble with them either way! And speaking of the cats - Elizabeth the 3rd will have a matching collar with yours. Jumin makes sure they're introduced properly so they get along with one another! And they will both be spoiled rotten - don't be surprised if Jumin manages to charm your little baby quickly.

Jumin will be the voice of reason when you've looked out for others to your own detriment, or when you're being overly stubborn. This may lead to a few fights - but as logical as Jumin can be, he's most spineless when it comes to you, so you'll typically get your way, or at least a compromise that's to your liking.

You may worry about your height sometimes, but whenever you put those thoughts to voice, Jumin will remind you that you're the perfect height for him to rest his cheek against your head. (Because this man is taller than everyone.) If you enjoy wearing high heels or platforms, he will adore looking straight-on into your eyes.

Jumin Han was instantly smitten with you when you met in person - and with every day, he learns something new in your mannerisms. They're small things - how you bookmark your page in a story, the shape your hand makes when you reach for one of the cats, which new pink wardrobe item you're favoring. Each and every one of these new details, when he comes across them, never fails to take his breath away, because it is you silhouetted in the lamplight, holding the book he got for your birthday - your hands, which he knows the feel of so well by now - your form, standing in the doorway, face lit up with a smile to greet him. With every new detail, he falls deeper in love with you. And he will always find new details, because to him, you are fathomless, and so is his love for you.

~~I hope you enjoyed this! I did seriously consider Jaehee for you as well - you seem the type to be able to match with multiple members very easily, to be honest!!

PS AHHHHH I THOUGHT I QUEUED THIS UP IM SORRY!! Publishing it a bit late oops--

PPS IM A MESS I FORGOT THE DIVIDERS LOOOOL should be fixed now

[dbphantom]

for the wip ask game - ☔ & ❄️ ?

Thank you so much!!! :D

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

COWBOYS ONE MILLION! This is a post-Wano 'filler arc' for OP H2O AU that takes place on an island shaped like a Sheriff's Badge, run by a lady named Sophie. The gang has encountered Sophie's group of workers before (Linda + Ryan) during a different 'filler arc' (where Luffy gets his wind powers), so this is kind of the resolution of that stray plot thread from pre-TS. Luffy stampedes around an underwater research facility causing chaos (and making friends), but this bit focuses on the backstory of the island :)

The statue is bronze, weathered and dull in the midday sun. It's undeniably a sea king, one with a bird-like beak and serpentine body, but there are wreaths of pink flowers adorning its head.  "Cactus flowers. They're pretty," Nami says as she leans against the stone base, fanning herself with a hand. "All this for a sea king." Sanji rests the bags he's carrying on one leg as he lights a cigarette and takes a drag. "You don't see that too often." Jimbe peers around the boxes of groceries. "It's rare to see an island that worships them these days." Robin looks around. None of the townspeople walking by are giving them a second glance as they rest on top of it.  She isn't surprised- everyone here has been acting strange since they've arrived. It feels like most of them are in a daze, following a set routine without any thought as to why.  No one looks at this statue with reverence. The flowers are old and dried out. Robin thinks if she touched one, it would dissolve beneath her fingertips.  She crouches down to read the plaque and has to brush away a thick coating of sand. 'Altar of the Tide Mother,' reads the engraving. 'All we have become, we owe to her protection.' And yet… Robin stands and readjusts her old cowboy hat as she peers back up at the sea king. Its eyes are blank and nearly weathered away beneath the dead flowers. With the way the petals fall, it looks sad.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I would LOVE to write an AU where the Strawhats are all magical boys and girls and Chopper is their power-granting mascot. I never really thought about the logistics of it, it's just something I would be SO down to create. AU crafting outside of the special interest doesn't come very easily to me though so it'd definitely take some effort!!!

BUT IT WOULD BE SO COOL. Maybe one day I'll be able to sit down and make it reality! For now tho, all I got are these doodles.

The vision is maximum!!!

Thank you again!!! This was great :D

[bunnybananasims]

I have something to say, and I've been wanting to say this for a long time.

If you really want to play an open-world / open-neighborhood Sims game... JUST DOWNLOAD, INSTALL & OPEN THE SIMS 3.

In my years of being active online as a Sims player, there's this pattern that I've noticed - players installing a bunch of mods and tweaking game files to emulate TS3's open world format in TS2 (and other features). Then, their game crashes, starts having pink soup, etc. Becomes unplayable. Still, some continue downloading and installing high-poly & high-res CC and heavy mods, and doing more tweaks, doing everything to modernize everything and make it "open world". Which only made the problems worse.

There's nothing wrong with modernizing and tweaking your game if you want your modern computer to recognize it, if you're going for a different aesthetic, make the graphics look a bit more modern and cleaner, etc. Do what you want to personalize your game.

But... there are limits, and just like what OP said above, The Sims 2 is an old game from 20 years ago, built on an old engine for computers of that time. There are gonna be limits to what it can handle. There's a reason why the surrounding inactive lots in the neighborhood are blurry and very pixelated, for example.

The Sims 3 is another old game that was released 5 years after TS2. Between 2004 and 2009, there were already big changes and innovations in technology and computers.

What I'm trying to say is, while both were released in the 2000s, 5 years apart, these games were BUILT DIFFERENT. They were products of their time. So, the constant work to emulate open world in TS2 and turning the game into something it's not baffles me.

I'm not saying you should stop modding your game. Continue doing it if you like and if your game and PC can handle it. But, just always remember that THERE ARE LIMITS. If there's a pattern of continuous crashing or breakdown of your game, maybe it's time to actually look at it.

Also, The Sims 2 and The Sims 3 are completely different games. They have their own sets of features and capabilities, and both are good at being life simulation games. If I want an open world Sims game with story progression, time travel, dive and run a resort, I open The Sims 3. If I want to play in a closed neighborhood with established characters and lore, I open The Sims 2.

Listen to @celestialspritz haha :D She knows what she's saying.

That's all, and Happy Simming!

Why Sims 2 has been so broken the last ten years

This is down to my own research, and I'm not saying it is the one and only reason why the game is so broken these days, but I have some points worth mentioning.

So, you're bored one day. You remember this game you had so much fun playing a few years ago, or maybe as a child. It's The Sims 2!

The game has a few issues than from when you last remembered playing, so you search on google for some fixes for the tiny resolution, and among the countless posts you may find, you may find this:

Or this:

(to the creators and players mentioned here this isn't me making a dig at you, i'm just pointing out some cc that could affect the game from working properly. your stuff is all beautiful :D)

Lesya's game is gorgeous!!! Oh, how can I get it to look like that?

So you, with a clean, vanilla (ugly) game you decide to download a few mods she listed, such as:

Skylines by GCKP (you can get optimised ones by me here)

Skies by Lowedeus (you can get optimised ones by me here)

Trees by Criquette (you can get optimised ones here)

No More Blurriness by Voeille (you can get optimised snow only here)

Cool! And then you notice some cheats than can give the game that open-world, interactive feel. Even better!

And you shove them into your folder and you boot up the game. Everything's going great!

Until...

You search hundreds of posts looking for the fix. Some recommend 3rd-party tools, but they seem to make the problem worse. You reinstall, finding you only wasted your time. Something has to be causing this, but you'd never guess it'd be the mods everybody swore by.

Well, in fact, it is. Partly.

I've struggled with pink flashing since 2019, when I reinstalled Sims 2 after I got a decent computer for once. I did everything above, searched for fixes, found Lesya's blog which was my primary inspiration. It was through Lesya's guide that I was able to make my game look pretty!

These mods, which are a staple in the modding community, are beautiful indeed... but what if I told you that the reason they're so beautiful, is because they're high-quality. With textures soaring up to 4k, when, hang on--

In 2004, 4k resolution was... probably unheard of. With the leading monitor size being 1024x768, what would be the point of using such huge textures on an engine that was designed for monitors of at least this size? Would you be able to see the detail of 4k on a monitor of that size? Definitely not.

The max visiting sims, okay, a little hit or miss. If your sims are all wearing high poly alpha CC, then it's a problem. If not, good luck.

Then comes the cheats I mentioned. The lot skirt cheat expands the view distance a significant amount. With the mergenhoodflora cheat, that displays more trees. Combining the two, what do you get?

A massive view distance, blinded by trees.

With skies and skylines with large textures up to 4k, and trees with textures up to 2k, The Sims 2 will collapse. It's like forcing an old man with health conditions to do 20 situps, again and again.

It'll overexert him, by the very least. And you're overexerting the game by cramming custom content that is not optimised for the engine TS2 was built on.

So please, next time you encounter the pink soup, please check your CC folders, and research changes and cheats before you put them into your game. You will enjoy the game much more if you do this, and won't encounter this problem so often.

Don't use Graphics Rules Maker

Instead, opt for a maxis original Graphics Rules uploaded here by Veronavillequiltingbee. It's essentially a rewrite of an old tutorial I made a long time ago.

Once you download the file from VVQB, open DXDIAG by pressing WinKey+R and typing 'dxdiag'.

This value I've underlined is what you need to put after seti textureMemory. Open the sgr file and do CTRL-F and input seti textureMemory.

Add the value from DXDIAG and then save it.

You can use GRM for adding your GPU to the game, but I do not recommend it for anything but that.

Optimising the game... inside the game

*shoves GRM off the table*

We're going to go into TS2 in-game settings for this one.

These settings are optimal if you play CC-heavy households. It will ease the load on your game to make space for the heavy CC you have in your current household. You can tweak these when you want to take photos outside, but for playing I recommend them all to be off - especially at community lots as there are lots of sims there.

I never see anybody talking about Object Hiding.

Object Hiding hides objects from floors that aren't in view. If you're playing downstairs, objects upstairs won't be rendered, thus minimising the load on your game.

I have reflections and smooth edges off because I use ReShade.

Snow on Ground is optional. Sometimes snow can cause pink flashing, I believe it's due to texture replacements that are huge in size too, Voeille's is 2k. I've linked a resized one above.

This post will be updated with later findings. I hope you all found it informative :]

[soleilnomoon]

Soo~o... I can't NOT do this, you know? I'm addicted to your writing (and especially you writing OP boys) and can we ever have enough sweets? Nooo~o. :D Could I... *tweedles thumbs* ask for: frozen yoghurt with marshmallows, a fruit tart on the side, a ginger bread cookie aaand some ice cream cake? With some whipped cream and caramel :D And perhaps with Marco / OP? Or completely random: With Corsa (Alabaster Arc), who I think I've never read anything about? Thank youu!!! <3

hi omg thank you for requesting again ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ also ty for being patient with my slow slow writing, but i wanted to take my time since this is my first marco fic lmao anyway i hope you have fun reading 🥰️

4.6k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, fluff somewhere in the middle maybe, angst, smut smut smut; reader is a brat and stubborn, marco isn't any better and is a lil mean when he's annoyed; feat. cute stuff like nipple play, spanking, oral (f receiving, m giving), overstimulation, marco's a greedy mfer idk what to tell u if u see any grammatical errors, no u didn't 😌

the sun sits low in the violet sky, kissing the horizon gently, casting a delicate, golden light along the underbelly of the fluffy clouds above with splashes of pinks, oranges, and light purples slowly swirling about. it’s magical, you tell yourself as you watch the sun sink further, a spell from mother nature herself.

it’s a belief you’ve held onto since you were a child, one that you tend to keep to yourself; people love to turn their noses up at strange ideas, and unfortunately, you learned that lesson the hard way many years ago. you drum your fingers along the railing of the balcony, enjoying the way the clouds resemble cotton candy; you reach a hand out as if you can scoop some into your palm, wanting a bit of that magic to help get you through the week.

a bitter wind blows close by, and you shiver, pulling your jacket around you tightly as you look over your shoulder. you absolutely detest winter — the way you can never keep warm enough, the snow is always terribly slippery, making you slide and fall over. you also hate that you’re stuck sharing a room with the incredibly obnoxious, first division commander. with your jaw clenched, you turn back to watch the sunset, determined to absorb as much warmth and magic as you can.

the wind brings a flush over your cheeks, nose, and ears; you should head back inside, find a spot to warm up, and go to sleep — but the idea of sleeping is out of the question.

marco is as insufferable as he is absurd — for being tall and more handsome than necessary, for being so naturally personable and so knowledgeable, for having no qualms about helping those in need, for being gifted with his hands, for teasing you without even trying, for making you flustered every time he’s near you — and you refuse to let him get the best of you.

obviously, he finds the situation laughable — particularly because you are so against it and vocalized said opinion earlier at lunch in front of everyone. you were so damn determined, went to various crew mates to try and trade spots but they all said the same damn thing: what? why? you and the commander get along so well. it’s not that he goes out of his way to get under your skin, but you make it easy enough. maybe he likes seeing you struggle to find a retort; maybe he likes that when you do find one, that you throw it at him with as much strength as you can muster — but without the venom necessary to make it hurt; or maybe he really doesn’t like you at all.

oil and water. that’s what you told him weeks ago. you’ll never be able to see eye-to-eye on anything because you are two completely different people. except, that’s not true at all — you’re both just too stubborn to see it. especially you. still, you’ll never openly admit that, and keep reminding yourself that had you not taken your time earlier, you’d have found a room that wasn’t occupied by him.

“foolish,” you mumble, breath visible from the cold; another annoyance, another thing to deal with. if you stay outside any longer, your fingers will fall off, so you do the sensible thing and return to the room in the hopes of warming up a bit. after being stuck on the winter island for days due to a persistent and heavy snowstorm, the weather finally lifts a bit. you suggested that your crew sail out last night, but marco vetoed the idea stating that there was no harm in staying for a few more nights — much to your annoyance, the rest of the crew cheered for his decision and the inn remained booked to capacity for the duration of the week.

the owners are ecstatic to have such a lively group stay with them — it’s almost hard to believe that you’re all pirates.

the first division commander was given the task of sailing out there to scope out the newest territory under whitebeard’s protection, but what you hadn’t considered was marco personally volunteering you to assist him with making house calls around the village. given the weather and overwhelming volume of patients, marco takes it upon himself to assist the practicing physician make their rounds in the area. it’s easy given that most of the inhabitants of the sleepy village are in relatively good health.

you watched him carefully and tallied all his grave offenses over the course of the week — the way he made the children laugh, the way he took his time explaining things to various patients, the way he’d randomly look over and catch you staring intently, the way he’d snort and try to fight back laughter only to fail miserably and laugh anyway. a thorn that you keep pricking yourself on, and just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he finds a way to push you completely over the edge.

of course, the room he chose only has one bed; on the first night you boldly declare that you refuse to share the bed with him and despite him saying that there’s enough space, stop being silly you still took refuge on the lone chair in the room and placed slept near the desk. he frowned at that, shot you a disparaging look — irritation at your immaturity given the circumstances — but didn’t fight you on it. you don’t remember when or how, but sometime during the night, marco swapped places with you. when you eventually wake up, feeling surprisingly refreshed and body ache free, you find him completely knocked out, asleep at the desk, a medical textbook open in front of him.

guilt seeps into your pores, has you scramble out of bed quickly, feet softly padding on the cold floor, shivering as you drag one of the thick blankets with you so you can drape it over his large body. bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you roll it back and forth in silent contemplation. because you’re not ungrateful, you lean forward and whisper thank you against his skin, lips making contact with his cheek as you leave behind a soft, chaste kiss. he stirs after that, making you leap back, hand pressed to your chest as your heart does the most disrespectful thing — beats rapidly, drowning out your thoughts, making you dizzy. when he doesn’t move again, you hop back into bed and curl onto your side and bury your head underneath the pillow.

when you see him later that day, he doesn’t thank you for sharing the blanket — on the other hand, you don’t think him for giving you the bed, either. his reasoning is because he’s still trying to figure out how best to broach the subject of you kissing him — or, his cheek, rather — and running away after. he considers himself a somewhat patient man, but with how much time he’s given you to get over your stubbornness, he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last at this rate.

your lips haunt him throughout the day, well into the night when you pretend to be asleep while he sits at that same desk, flipping through another book, but not absorbing a damn thing — he wonders why he hasn’t said anything yet, or why you still refuse to look at him, but he knows one of these days you’ll eventually concede. he must be patient, that’s all.

the following night tests your resolve; you make a small barrier with the pillows on the bed, struggling for a few minutes, even after he asks repeatedly if you need any help — but you decline, as you always do — before finishing and designating sides. eyebrow quirked; he looks at you in confusion. “it’s a bit much, don’t you think?” you inhale deeply, remind yourself to be as pleasant as possible and do your best to ignore the way his dark eyes keep you rooted in place.

“no,” you say quietly, but muster more courage to speak louder. “i think it’s an excellent idea. this way we can both lay on the bed without an issue.” you spent most of the day coming up with ideas and this was the best one; marco’s lips curl and he laughs without remorse.

“the problem is, the bed’s too small for that.” he checks the time and grabs his scarf. “i’m going out for a bit,” he says suddenly, “i’ll be back later.” he lingers by the doorway and says, almost as an afterthought, “i suggest you keep brainstorming,” before leaving.

you grab a pillow at random, determined to toss it at his retreating form, but don’t; instead, you flop onto the bed and bury your face in it, letting out a distressed cry out of frustration. no matter what you do, it seems the universe is determined to undermine your plans. maybe you should just stop fighting so much and see where things go, but when you think about the prospect of dropping your guard down around him, your mind spins — makes you lightheaded and impossibly foolish. you realize, belatedly, that the pillow you’re using is the one he used the night before.

it’s only evident because you’d recognize his cologne anywhere — it’s the kind to siphon all of the logic in your body, infiltrates your lungs so that it’s all you can smell and think about — you push the pillow away and roll onto your back, groaning audibly as you stare up at the ceiling. by the time marco gets back, you’re asleep, holding his pillow to your chest. naturally, he tries to pry it out of your arms, but you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for — so he acquiesces and after changing his clothes, climbs into the bed with you. just as he said before, there’s enough room for both of you; but he knows why you keep fighting him, and it’s amusing to see how far you’ll go to keep up the ruse.

again, you’re compromised, as marco’s arm rests around you lazily, his pillow discarded somewhere, and what’s worse is that you were possessed to do the unthinkable last night — cling to his body for warmth. his body temperature runs hotter than normal, so he’s the ideal person for you to share a small space with given the circumstances. however, when you take into consideration that you can barely function when he’s ten feet away let alone right next to you, this is the worst kind of situation to be in. your traitorous body makes it difficult to untangle yourself from his hold, but you succeed only to scoot too close to the edge of the bed and fall off.

“damn it,” you rub your shoulder and when you get off the floor, you see that he’s awake and doing a poor job of concealing his laughter again. a flush forces you to stomp away and angrily head to the bathroom to take a shower in the hopes of cleansing yourself of the indecent scenarios your mind keeps bombarding you with. you’re pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose, riling you up to the point where a single touch from him has you spiraling out of control. no amount of cold water can expunge the remaining heat from your body — the one that found you late last night when your fatigue had you so delusional that you languidly threw your leg around his, hands absently roaming along his exposed skin, your justification being that it was more comfortable to lay like that.

he was more than okay with that reasoning and wasn’t inclined to let you go; not when your body was so soft and pliable, where your breathing slowed to match his. he’d be a fool to disrupt that serenity and, besides, he liked having you to himself — away from the interference of the others.

you do your best to avoid interacting with him as much as possible, scurry off to the room under the guise of taking a nap — where he gives you an unreadable look in response, one that has tiny butterflies flapping around nervously in your stomach, that makes your hands shake, before telling you he’d be back later in the afternoon. nodding seems to be the only thing you’re capable at that moment, shutting the door in his face before lounging on the bed. frustration swells inside of you, splashing around angrily as you berate yourself internally.

there’s no real reason for you to be this difficult with him, but you’re unsure of how to proceed — your feelings are all over the place and you feel like throwing up constantly. if this is what the initial stage of love feels like, you’d rather spend the rest of your life sinking to the bottom of the ocean instead.

it’s ridiculous, though, that he can have you like this without even being remotely affected — to your knowledge, anyway — you bite down on your lip, wondering if maybe you just need to let go a little. you’re so tightly wound; you’ll never survive at the rate you’re going. lounging back on the bed, surrounded by your mini-fortress of pillows — as if that’ll protect you from him somehow — you think about the hard planes of his chest, how your fingers shamelessly traced along the ridges of his muscles, how he let you touch him freely without stopping you. it was confusing, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it

it’s partially why you shimmy out of your pants and socks, toss the clothes haphazardly onto the floor, and find that your fingers are on the move again, brazenly slipping underneath the lace of your panties, legs parting to give yourself more access. this is wrong, you tell yourself as you gingerly dip your fingers in between your folds, arousal pooling as you imagine that it’s marco’s fingers touching you instead. and soon it doesn’t feel wrong at all; it’s freezing outside, but you’re burning up. a memory of his hand drifting down your back, of his fingers on your hips gently nudging you out of his way, of his mouth grazing your ear when you froze and didn’t immediately move.

the memory knocks into you repeatedly, battering your willpower, turning you into a sighing, whimpering mess — pitiful as you attempt to chase that similar feeling — once you starts rubbing slow circles on your pussy, hips jerking as you moan softly. while marco intended on taking some time for himself, he also happened to forget something in the room; so, imagine his surprise when he returns only a few minutes later, hand on the door handle as he watches you play with yourself. propriety would have him leave you be, walk it off, return much, much later and never speak of the incident again — but he’s beyond that now. he closes the door behind him, leans against the sturdy wood, eyelids lowering as an irrational whim washes over him.

you’re so into your fantasy that you didn’t hear him enter the room, nor did you hear him lock the door either. your fingers sink into your pussy, thrusting in and out slowly, at first, building momentum as you slide your free hand underneath your shirt to play with your nipples. it was hard enough the past few days dealing with being in the same room with you, which only amplified his agitation — with himself, of course — when he found that his cock was hard enough to incapacitate him last night. it’s only when he hears you call out his name — once, then again and again — that he bites his fist hard enough to draw blood, feeling whatever resolve he’d been desperately clinging onto snap with ease.

so of course, his legs carry him over to you, and of course he climbs onto the bed to swiftly remove your hand from your panties, his hand rough and warm around your wrist, your eyes blinking rapidly when you realize that he’s actually here and isn’t a figment of your imagination. you finally find your voice as shame sits heavily on your chest, making you squirm underneath him.

“don’t give me that look,” he says candidly, eyes drifting lower as they take in the sight of your damp panties and the wetness on your fingers. you should pull your hand away, but you don’t — too absorbed in watching him glide his tongue over your fingers, licking your arousal off, and lighting your entire body on fire. “you’re being selfish, y’know,” he says lightly, tongue clicking softly in his mouth as he looks down at you, while you attempt to form a coherent sentence, “keeping this from me…” he pinches your clit and drags another moan out of you as you buck your hips forward. “what do you have to say for yourself, hm?”

all you can do is open and close your mouth, for fear of telling him something mortifying — to admitting certain truths you keep trying to bury, but marco isn’t having any of that. not today.

“wrong answer,” he says with a sigh, almost as if he feels apologetic for what’s about to come. a different kind of anxiety fills you — mostly excitement that bubbles around inside, knocking your heart around, making it difficult to breathe as he tugs the rest of your clothes off of you. now, you’re quite certain this isn’t a dream, but on the off chance that it is… you hope you never wake up.

marco’s fingers twitch before he cups your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, his mouth following suit as he licks and sucks on them. you try your best to keep quiet, but it seems that marco’s determined to make you vocal; you fight hard against it, clamp your lips shut tight, moan bouncing around your mouth as you inhale sharply to keep grounded. he chuckles darkly, kneading your breasts, coaxing some soft whining out of you until he bites the curve along your breast. you stifle a loud moan when you press your hand against your mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as you grind your hips against his. marco sucks his teeth at your insistence but admires your restraint; he trails kisses along your chest, teeth sinking into your skin as he leaves reddish marks behind.

your mind is melting, your body is completely under his spell, and you don’t even know why you’re fighting him this hard, if you’re honest. so, you simply give in — let desire take control for once, in the hopes that you’ll finally purge yourself of his lingering touch once and for all.

when he notices that your shoulders are much more relaxed, he shoots you a haughty grin before licking down the column of your throat, his fingers rubbing your pussy lazily, drawing out soft sighs that quickly morph into moans once he inserts a thick finger inside of you.

“marco,” you pant, eyes flying open again as you look at him, dazed but energized; you lick your lips and he circles his thumb around your clit. “more,” you say, a little breathless from his finger plunging in and out of you quickly — another finger joining the first one almost immediately. “more, please.” you don’t know what you’re asking for exactly, only that you’re slowly descending into a marco-induced-madness that currently has no cure.

“decided to stop being stubborn, huh,” a smug grin takes hold of his face before he kisses you. his lips move against yours with ease, your skin burning as his tongue slips into your mouth. your hips tremble with each thrust of his fingers, his cock pressing against the front of his pants, making it difficult to focus. you slide your hands underneath his shirt — soft and warm, skin smooth as it rubs softly against his abs — admire his hard muscles, and scratch at his chest when you clench around him suddenly, a dangerous flash of heat pooling in between your thighs as you cum unexpectedly.

your hips buck wildly under his hand as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you. it’s impossible, the way you’re currently consuming every part of him — infiltrating the deepest parts of his mind, settling as if you’re intent on staying permanently — he hates how much he wants you and hates the way he doesn’t hate it at all. his teeth tug on your bottom lip, sucking roughly before releasing it with a small pop.

before he can say anything else that’ll piss you off, you tug his shirt off of him; he helps you take off the rest, and gives you a heated look, eyes raking down your body, admiring the bite marks he left behind. a good look, he wants to tell you, but keeps the comment to himself. for now. instead, he lowers himself so he can properly taste you. he runs his tongue flat against your pussy, the sensation making you yelp — you cover your mouth with your hands again, which makes him pull back and slap your pussy.

“don’t cover your mouth,” he says gruffly, mouth lowering as he spreads your folds open, “i want to hear you.”

his voice alone could trigger another orgasm within you, but thankfully he doesn’t say anything else. “but,” you start, swallow hard, hips rolling to push your pussy against his mouth as he eats you out, “w-what if s-someone hears?” you could kick yourself for sounding so timid, but you really don’t want to deal with anyone’s teasing after all of this. marco doesn’t answer right away, and before you can tell him off, he flicks his tongue against your clit and you let out a loud moan.

shameless, absolutely shameless; you don’t even bother feigning innocence, you’re too far gone for all of that right now.

“so what,” he says in between long licks, “let them hear.” it’s not like they’d actually have the guts to ridicule you in front of him. you want to tell him how ridiculous that is, that he can’t possibly mean that. but, when he looks up at you, a devilish glint coasting along his eyes, you decide against it. marco is something short of a man possessed, tongue dipping deeply inside your tight hole, enjoying the way your thighs press against him. pre-cum drips down the head of his stiff cock — he wants to fuck you so badly but is also very invested in ripping another orgasm out of you. there have been one too many nights where he envisioned his mouth on your pussy, devouring you like a man starved.

marco slurps on your pussy loudly, the noise lewd and making you flush all over again. he doesn’t care and likes the sound, committing it all to memory for later. when his mouth latches around your clit, a sinister jolt pulses through you, he holds you as he roughly sucks on your clit.

“fuck, marco, yes,” you words are strained, breath coming out in shallow pants, when you cum for the second time, he laps up your arousal, he taste hypnotizing him. you must’ve lost your mind because when he tells you to get on your hands and knees you don’t argue with him. marco runs a large hand over your ass, enjoying its suppleness, slapping it roughly. you let out a startled cry, nipples painfully hard as you clutch the bedsheets tightly.

“don’t hold back, love,” he says in warning, and you nod weakly before he slaps your ass again, prompting you to say yes repeatedly. “good girl,” he rubs the head of his cock against your glistening folds, a shudder passing through him at the contact. he’s so upset it took both of you so long to get to this point, but he’s glad it happened. and you are too, even though you fully plan on denying this tomorrow — because the idea of admitting that you liked marco so much you couldn’t handle it is too damn embarrassing, even for you.

marco inches his cock inside of you and you push your hips back to take more of him. he hisses and grabs onto your hips, fingers digging into your plush skin, a series of moans tumbling out of your mouths when he snaps his hips forward. he pauses briefly, allows you to adjust to his girth and length, and knocks his hips against yours all over again. his strokes are deadly — broad, hard, filthy — your back arches as you bounce against him, pussy tight and hot around him. not one to lose control of himself without reason, he finds himself unraveling quickly. he grabs your ass as he lifts his hips to angle his cock differently.

by now you’re sure your crew mates have all heard you scream marco’s name, panting as you beg him to fuck you harder, his hand wrapping around your thick hair, yanking you back towards him. he bites your neck as his hips remain close, strokes brutal and fast. you doubt you’ll be able to fuck anyone else after him. his body envelopes yours, sweat trailing down the side of his face, a light sheen coating your forehead and chest. he sucks on your neck recklessly, flicking his tongue at the spot, your hips bucking against him.

he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out and rolling his hips forward, burying his cock in one go, a deep groan rumbling from deep inside of him. it’s feral, the way his thrusts are frenzied, possessive, tantalizing; a bit of drool trails down your lip, onto your chin as you sob, another orgasm powering through you. he pulls out again, rolls you onto your back, your lips parted — swollen from the way he kissed you earlier — eyelids lowered, a bit of adoration and hunger coasting along your face. there’s no way he can let you go after this; it simply wouldn’t work.

marco plunges his cock back into your puffy, aching cunt, your legs wrapping around him once more, your nails sinking into his skin as you scratch him. his lips are on yours again, tongue caressing yours hotly as he thrusts into you ardently, the orgasm lasting longer than necessary, body trembling from overstimulation. “i know,” he says in between kisses, reassuring you that he’s not that barbaric, “i know, i’ve got you.” something about the way he says that fills your chest with warmth, making you clench around his cock, your soft, plush walls milking him — spoiled and just as greedy, but he has no problems indulging you for something like this.

kissing you fervently, all teeth and tongue — messy, intense, crazed as you tug cling to him, hips rocking against his, pushing him over the edge indefinitely. his cum is thick, hot — even more as he keeps fucking you. later, you’ll tell him that he’s insatiable, an actual monster — but for now, you’re much too preoccupied with the delicious waves of euphoria that take over you. his hips slow but he doesn’t pull out right away, opting to kiss you again — properly, taking his time to map out your lips with his — breathing uneven, body heavy but a welcomed weight over you.

despite all of your theatrical tantrums, you know that a part of the reason why marco fucked you so hard was to tame that side of you. if he knows he was successful, you’ll never hear the end of it. so you don’t say a thing and enjoy the way your body feels light and weightless, a feverish hazes taking over you in the end, your arms wrapping around him, not wanting to let him go anytime soon — which is fine with him, your pussy is top priority on his list of things to do today, anyway.

[primal-con]

I binged watched Steven Universe in its entirety for the first time and since then I haven’t stopped receiving visions of this AU like messages from an angry god. Anyways enjoy some character designs I did in between Art Fight attacks, lil lore dump for all interested parties under the cut <33

Optimus/Orion - Red Diamond aka Cherry Quartz

Megatron - Smokey Quartz (Rutilated)

Jazz - Pyrite

Shockwave - Amethyst (cracked)

Soundwave - Aquamarine (off color)

Arcee - Pink Sapphire

Bumblebee - Citrine

Plus characters I haven't designed yet:

Starscream (+ Seekers) - Labradorite

Mirage - Moonstone

Cliffjumper - Ruby

Ratchet - Bloodstone

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe - yellow and red Topaz

Cassetticons - Rubies (off color)

Prowl - Pearl

Wheeljack - Bismuth

Triple Changers are gem shard experiments with complete core gems, so a single functional gem with extra shards adhered to them, the combination is different for everyone though

Most other Decepticons are various types of Quartz's (Jasper, Tiger's Eye, Citrine, Agate, etc) since a lot of them are warbuilds

Am I actually gonna draw all of these characters? Uhh... probably not! But it's fun to chew on.

Anyways, the AU's not an exact 1 to 1. I mostly placed the characters where I thought they fit in SU canon because Gems and Cybertronians are kind of the same thing actually. However, some characters do have stronger correlations to certain SU characters so I ran with that.

OP and Megan kind of share the role of Rose Quartz (leaders of a rebellion fighting against the restrictive caste system of their oppressive home world, Optimus previously being Orion/Red Diamond before leaving that identity behind to be a soldier, etc). Do they split into Bots and Cons? No fucking clue! Maybe :3

Bumblebee's kind of Amethyst and Prowl's kind of Pearl and Jazz n Soundwave are kind of Garnet because when I was watching I realized she was the blueprint and probably why I'm so obsessed with those two. Shockwave for sure performs unethical gem shard experiments, the Seekers and Labrodorites as a whole function sort of similarly to Lapis Lazulis.

I've thought about weapons and fusions and caste but I haven't sketched everything yet so I'll keep y'all posted. Also! I've definitely forgotten some characters and details so if anyone has questions/suggestions, my ask box is always open :D

[ferminadaz]

Goodness, first off - I read what I wrote yesterday and I sound so condescending in some parts, didn't mean it like that, sorry :'))) tend to get intense when I get into it

But! Let's do this, muhehe

The Family - totally agree, I think that the fact he decided to call them "family" is the closest Doffy will ever get to sentimental. I find it so bittersweet though, it could be interpreted as emotional - he has no family anymore, so he finds himself a new one, except he doesn't give a fuck about any of the family members. Makes me sad rather than anything else. (That's all that pink dude really does to me tbh)

To respond to the whole power thing - and this is just a wild fantasy in all honesty, but who knows - you said "even if doffy's parents tried to step away it was too late, and all they did was add fuel to an already raging fire." I'm thinking, what if he was spiralling out of control so much even back then? That it made them leave? To sort of "correct" the child? Oh boy, just thinking of that from the perspective of the parents, that would be one hell of a story.

And the Law/ Corazon thingie, I realise it sounded as if i was trying to correct you or something (it was bad wording on my part really), I was just adding to it, because of course, the Doffy and Cora comparison is obviously substantial too.

The "he's always been like that". I don't know, I suppose one can't look away, but I still feel like I owe that mean man benefit of the doubt. I don't know about you, but I've always been torn between "being born like that" or "becoming like that". From what I've seen and experienced, the most evil, mean and vicious people are usually the ones who suffer immensly on the inside, for one reason or another. Maybe it's what I'm projecting onto him really. Maybe it's why I'm drawn to him as a character.

He's interesting from that perspective too - so far, majority of suffering caused the OP characters to do some sort of "good", but there we have him - he's seen it all and he still chooses to be evil.

And another longass essay is born, i do apologise :D

Thanks for replying and discussing this with me! (Been lonely on that matter so far) its so nice to nerd around with smn

[doffy backstory/dressrosa spoilers - im not done yet so some of this might be off. i just have many many thoughts, excuse the rambling]

doflamingo has officially become my favorite villain in one piece, the fact that this man has been fucked in the head since birth is so fascinating to me. the contrast between him and his his brother, how they grew up in the same environment but ended up completely opposite. while rosinante became a fighter for good, going undercover for the navy, doflamingo became a force of destruction, oppression and power. doffy doesn't care how he does it as long as he gains the power he lost when he was like 10 years old. the terrible and inhumane lifestyle of the celestial dragons was too ingrained, too perfect for doffy's wants and needs. when he lost that luxury and privilege, he refused to understand WHY his parents could ever want to give up being a celestial dragon, while rosinante, being empathetic and kind, quickly understood that the pain they endured at the hands of the people was because of the way their family had treated them. we know that doffy knew this as well, because law caught him in exactly that:

he slipped up. he's always known what he was doing was terrible. this idea of "family" is just a front - he doesn't care, he killed his dad because it was his fault doffy got beaten and humiliated, he killed his brother because he went against him, and he'd kill everyone else who got in his way too. the moment they're not useful to him, he will drop the act. that's why rosinante died - he thought his brother still loved him. he didn't, probably never did. doflamingo just wants to watch the world burn after the "common folk" made a fool of him when he was a rotten, spoiled child. he grew up in wealth, then in poverty, he's been on both sides, which makes his speech in marineford so much more powerful.

tldr; doflamingo is, and always has been, a psychopath looking for ways to rule so he can oppress the people he deems unworthy so he can flourish in wealth and power. he is a selfish, awful man who thrives watching people squirm under him. he truly sees himself as a god.

[beevean]

Why is there so much hate for Amy and her fans? Yesterday I even saw death threats if someone dared to defend her. This situation does not happen with any other Sonic character. I just want to show love to my pink daughter. Leave me alone D:

What a fucking mess, I didn't follow it because I refuse to be on Twitter but I saw the poor OP being dejected at the backlash :(

Amy is in a weird spot. She's not neglected like many other characters (rip cream), she had presence in the 2000s and is one of the few characters who survived the Great Purge of 2010; plus, fans clearly love her enough that they just assumed that she'll be in Sonic 3.

However... her extentive track record in the 2000s wasn't good. She used to be massively unpopular, either because of her personality or because she got in the way of ships. And as of now, well, Mighty and Ray became playable before her. The last time she was playable, it was in 2016 with the Boom series, but if you don't count spinoffs, she hasn't been playable since 2006. So some fans might think that she's underrated, or better not appreciated by SEGA, or even fans who massively prefer other characters such as Shadow.

This is the source of conflict. Amy seems both underrated and overrated. In reality she's neither. She's loved well enough, but she had an inconsistent past, and fans still remember how much it took for people to love her, and now they're very defensive.

I think all of this is stupid. Amy is a good character. Love her and let people love her, she isn't taking anything away from others, shut up, stop being children :\