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[jjcocker]

hiRAPWOMNE YURI

[gab-nikoxd]

Tengo q mejorarles las voces >_< ,está la cancion español y lo hice hace mucho,creo q fue el año pasado,pero ahora quiero ver como volver a hacer un cover ia

-créditos a ShuujiChan_ por las imágenes o fanarts usados para el vídeo :)

[glitterandsparkels]

GENIUS INC HEADCANONS💌💭

Well it's not really a Headcanon it's said in the game he likes anyone of any gender/sex but some people say he's bisexual but I see him more pansexual than bi.

I see him as genderfluid I don't think they would mind being in masc clothing or dress in feminine clothes such as dresses, skirts, or short tops. In the end of season 1 he wears a suit but still his outfits are feminine. He uses his femininity as an advantage and confuses some of the devils in devildom trying to guess if they are a boy or girl. He/they

[glittter-vamp]

Also was hoping to go to a home game for my birthday and we have a bye week that week.

This season is already pissing me off 😭

[rap-women]

iposted thisbonmain but i didnt like how it looked so

[blackcrystalkitten]

Had to do it, because we r winning with this either way it goes!!!

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[hanguangjunn]

NEW WEI WUXIAN BIRTHDAY ILLUSTRATION!! 😭❤🎉

[sweetness-pop]

The nostalgia is beautifully cool💙❤

[keferon]

Picking up from the end of The Blurr Chapter – Swerve has a bad case of survivor's guilt

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He's been to another planet.  How can he have been to another planet, when he didn't even know it existed? 

Swerve can't stop thinking about it as he wanders aimlessly out of the medibay.

He's been to another planet.  He has been to another planet.  To another planet.

He must have been.  Because he knows Jazz.  And Jazz is real.  And if Jazz is real….

Swerve's spiral of thoughts screech to a halt.  Because if Jazz is real….

The idea alone is enough to send him careening back through the hallways towards where he had abandoned Jazz and Prowl moments earlier.

"JAZZ!"  Swerve shouts as soon as he has eyes on the duo.

"Hey," Jazz says, smiling casually as Swerve skids to a halt in front of him.  "What's the rush?  Where'd you run off to?"

"Never mind that," Swerve says urgently. "Earth, you know where it is?  You're from there?  It's real?"

"Yes.  Earth's real.  My home planet.  I—"

"The Mecha program--" Swerve cuts across whatever Jazz was about to say.  "That was real too?"

"Yes.  I…are you sure I don't know you?"  Jazz asks.

"Blurr," Swerve blurts out, swallowing back the acrid fuel trying to rise up his intake.  "Was there a Blurr associated with the program? Did you know him?"

"Are you kidding me?  Blurr was the program.  Or at least that's what they wanted everyone to believe.  Face plastered on posters and billboards and merchandise.  Fastest man alive, all that.  Everyone on Earth knows of Blurr.  Doubt anyone really knew the man though, if you follow me, not really the friendly type.  Why're you wondering?  And how do you even—"

Swerve doesn't here the rest of Jazz's question.  Doesn't even really see Jazz and Prowl standing in front of him anymore.  Because….

"Oh," he groans.

Oh.

Blurr is real (was real, because he was dying, must be dead by now).

It was all real.

And Swerve left him there, dying.  Did nothing.  He had done nothing but stand there and talk at the man as he was dying.  And then left before Blurr could ask him the question he wanted to know the answer to.  A dying man's last request, not just any man's – Blurr's – last request, and Swerve had ignored him.  Swerve's last words to Blurr, the last words he'd likely ever heard had been that it wasn't real.

And maybe it hadn't been for Swerve, but for Blurr it had been very real.

The man had been dying.  How much must his words have hurt on top of all the injuries Blurr had already sustained?  Even if he hadn't known any better.  Even though Swerve wouldn't have been able to do anything even if he'd tried.  His hand had gone straight through Blurr's when he tried to reach out.

"You know that explains, but doesn't excuse you."

His own words to Blurr echo back across his mind.  He might be able to explain his action or lack thereof, but does it excuse it?  No.

Would he, could he, should he have done something different?  If he had called for a medic earlier?  If he could have stopped Blurr from running into the building that last time?  If he could have somehow pulled the man from the wreckage?  If he had installed more safety measures to Blurr's mech – measures he knew it was lacking in favor of looks and speed?

Or if he hadn't…if he hadn't left Blurr?  Would Blurr have made it back if Swerve had stayed with him?

Because Swerve remembers what Blurr had admitted just before his own words – that he had a hard time remembering.  And he'd seen Blurr's confidence as they worked together – Swerve marking the map and giving directions and Blurr pulling people out.  But without the map, and without Swerve to give directions….

Had Blurr stumbled, lost that confidence on his own?  Had he strayed, unable to remember Swerve's hasty set of directions that he'd so frantically been repeating?  Had that made him just a fraction too slow?

Would Blurr have been fast enough had they stayed together?  Swerve can almost believe he would have been.

But no, the man had to choose that moment to prove that Blurr was every bit the hero he was sold to be, and that Swerve had imagined when he stared at the posters.

Originally, he had hated Blurr for constantly having an entourage at his beck and call.  For constantly demanding people follow him around and help him and never even caring about something as basic as a name.  Had hated when Swindle bailed and Blurr had turned and enlisted him into going back into the building.

But now, now he hates more that Blurr hadn't asked for his help when he needed it.  Hates that the man had left Swerve behind.  Hates that his life had mattered more than Blurr's own – that Swerve's guaranteed survival might have cost Blurr any chance at his.  Hates that he knows now that his going would have cost nothing, that he would have survived regardless.

Fuck.

He was a coward.  He left Blurr.  First to run back into the building alone.  And then to die alone.

Fuck.

Swerve doesn't even know for sure that the man did die.  Has no idea what happened to him.  Because he left.

He needs to know.  Because he owes his memory of the man that much.  Because it turns out that for all he had thought Blurr an aft, he could never completely stop caring about the man.

Swerve squeezes his optics shut, ignoring the prick of coolant at the corners of his lids, and concentrates.  Concentrates harder than anything he's ever concentrated on before.  He's been to Earth.  Had manifested himself on a planet he didn't even know existed.  If he could do it by accident, he ought to be able to do it again intentionally.

Get back to Earth.  Find out what happened to Blurr.  That's all that matters. 

Swerve feels his hand shaking and clenches them into fists.

Get back to Earth.  Find Blurr.  Get back.

He sways slightly, pressure building across his helm.

"…erve…swerve.  Swerve.  SWERVE!"  Jazz's shout breaks through his concentration and Swerve watches as the faint, flickering projection of his human form right in front of him fades back to nothing.

Useless.  All that effort and concentration for something barely tangible that hadn't even managed to reach beyond himself, Jazz, Prowl, and this hallway.  He's never making it back to Earth.  He's never going to know.  He needs to know.  Needs to get back to Earth.

"You alright, Swerve?" Jazz is asking, looking worried.  Swerve wonders how long he's been standing there, silent in front of the others while they have no idea what's been going through his processor.

"You are Swerve, right?" Jazz asks as a follow-up.

"Yes," Swerve says, "Yes, I'm Swerve.  That's how you know me, how I know you.  And I need to get to Earth, now.  It's an emergency.  Please.  Please, Jazz."

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(Credits: The "You know that explains, but doesn't excuse you." line belongs to Keferon from their writing in the Blurr chapter.)

G O D D A M N ANON. WHO ARE YOU SHARE YOUR GEO LOCATION I JUST NEED TO TALK /J

[malinastharlock]

Some helpful tips to stay safe durring pride month.

[someone-elsa]

Pride Heart Posepack ❤💓🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

Heart Accessories • For left and right hand • Found in Index Finger Rings (left and right), custom thumbnails • Two versions of both (they are identical otherwise, the texture is just differently mapped so smaller chance of textures overlapping) • 31 swatches (20 flags, 11 solid colour)

Posepack • 9 poses for left-hand acc, 9 for right-hand acc, and 9 for both hands + all-in-ones for each

no ads or other nonsense!

Patreon (free) // SFS

TOU in a nutshell: I’m pretty chill about people using the content I’ve created to create something new, just credit and tag me but don’t put the new stuff (or my original) behind any kind of paywall or sketchy links.

Thank you all for all reblogs, likes, comments, tags etc. @maxismatchccworld​ @mmfinds @public-ccfinds​ @ts4-poses @alwaysfreecc

If you post pictures of your sims using the pose accessories and poses, please tag me ♥

Happy simming and happy Pride month! 🌈

[gab-nikoxd]

Ya casi,me faltan todavía pintarlos y darles toques.creo que debería agregarle gorritos de navidad :) pero como no llego,serán gorritos de stikers 👍.

[angel-sephiroth]

Leave me and go, if you don't want to be trapped in the Demon World. I'm staying, this place was our father's home.

[mblue-art]

late halloweeen dooodleee

[rap-women]

hi

[kawaiipeanutwonderland]

Думаю пока сайдет.. (´-ω-`)✧