#002. visual

[katsuart274]

Dibujo de Zero Two 💗 (Darling in the FRANXX)💗(Fanart) ig:Katsuart274

[florencc]

florence conway. ( 1 / ∞ )

[enjomo-arch]

okay  wohoo

So  what  I  see  in  the  anime  and  it  kinda  was  bothering  me  on  one  hand  was  how  they  portrayed  Ace's  flame  that  peels  off  a  particular  part  of  his  body.  In  the  sense,  I  personally  prefer  this  logic,  that  the  part  in  question  becomes  "liquid"  rather  than  is  "embraced"  by  the  flames  themselves.  The  differences  can  be  seen  between  Alabasta  Ace  and  Wano  Ace,  and  this  is  probably  the  only  time  I  prefer  Alabasta  Ace's  interpretation  over  Wano's  visually.  I  had  seen  Ace's  palms  become  fire  in  the  newest  artstyle  and  they're  almost  always  ( unless  it's  a  far  angle  shown )  as  "embraced"  by  the  flames  rather  than  becoming  plasma  themselves  or  a  part  of  the  burning  fire  which  makes  no  sense  to  me  :  /

I  don't  know  if  this  is  related  to  anything  and  I  don't  really  care  that  much  I  just  wanna  clarify  the  process  of  how  Ace's  flaming  body  works  here. Mixing  up  both  things  that  were  mentioned,  Ace's  body  that  gets  "liqified"  has  to  be  warmed  up  to  the  natural  temperature  of  the  orange  flames  so  fully  "transformed"  Ace  into  the  element  has  his  body  parts  completely  gone  and  replaced  as  fire  until  he  wants  them  to  reassemble  back  together  kinda.  U  have  to  trust  me  and  imagine  this  this  is  so  hard  lmao.

like  hand  in  fire  ?  gone,  it's  the  fire  itself  until  it  forms  his  hand  back.  Idk  why  they  didn't  do  that  in  the  Ace's  wano  eps  bc  seeing  his  feet  still  like,  here  while  sailing  striker  was  weird  to  me  bc  he  was  always  shown  with  his  legs  being  '  liquified  '  into  flames  

[goldngods]

002. céline archer ✦ ・ tag dump.

002. céline archer ✦ ・ int.

002. céline archer ✦ ・ open.

002. céline archer ✦ ・ private.

002. céline archer ✦ ・ musings.

002. céline archer ✦ ・ visuals.

002. céline archer ✦ ・ aesthetics.

002. céline archer ✦ ・ dynamics.

[hcrzass]

[  .  .  .  ] the moon and the sun are love and fear: one fades as the other rises.

#HCRZASS ― fandomless portrayal of 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧, gifted mage and healer, based in a world called 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗦. Since graduating from the 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖, he has worked as a healer for the royal family Newmont. Surrounded by secrets about his identity and origins, 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 tries to break the curse to safe the life of the king. But what if the curse is also part of his own story?

． ． ．fake-vz based roleplay character, low to semi activity, selective, mutuals only. m&pdni ! formerly known as @acedecoeur / open for plotting ( 2/4 ). check out the carrd for informations about ghost and enebris. ger&eng. est. january 2023 / * affiliated with @feuertanz

Der Kirchturm im Herzen der Stadt City of Hearts schlug achtzehn Uhr. Ghost zählte mit. Beschäftigt mit seinen eigenen Gedanken wirbelte er den Bleistift zwischen Finger und Daumen hin und her, das Gesicht verkniffen, die Lippen zusammengepresst. Es war Sommer. Ghost verabscheute den Sommer. Die Hitze, die langen Tage, den Andrang an Besuchern, die die Stadt unsicher machten. Er sehnte den Herbst mit seinen bunten Farben und den kühlen Regentagen herbei. Er bemerkte gar nicht, wie seine Gedanken langsam abdrifteten. Bevor er sich versah, war er wieder bei den Geschehnissen, die sich erst wenige Tage zuvor abgespielt hatten.

In seinen Fingern lag ein Blatt der hiesigen Tageszeitung. „𝙀𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙕 𝘼𝙎𝙎 𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙐𝙉𝙎?“ Die heutige Schlagzeile erregte seine Aufmerksamkeit. Mit zusammengezogenen Augenbrauen fing er an die Zeilen zu überfliegen.

Magierin und Seherin Odeliah, angestellt für die königliche Familie Newmont, berichtet laut verlässlichen Quellen von einer Vision. Schaurig beschreibt sie das, was sie gesehen hat wie folgt: „Es ist ein junger Magier, der zwischen uns lebt. Getrieben von Arroganz und Machtlust stürzt er König Ender von seinem Thron, indem er ihn verflucht und somit seine magische Essenz raubt. Es ist ein abgekartetes Spiel. Ein Spiel, gewoben aus Intrigen und Lügen. Der König wird stürzen und wir mit ihm.“

Ghost schüttelte den Kopf. Den König als verletzlich darzustellen galt als Hochverrat und doch war er sich sicher, dass Odeliah kein Haar gekrümmt werden würde. Sie arbeitete seit Jahrzehnten für die Newmonts. Trotz ihres Alters und der immer wirrer werdenden Visionen vertraute man noch immer auf das, was sie zu sehen glaubte. Doch ein Herz Ass? Das war schlichtweg unmöglich. Ghost hätte bemerkt, wenn in einem der Schüler der magischen Akademie ein solches Potenzial schlummerte. Undenkbar, dass solch eine Macht im Verborgenen blieb, wo sie doch alle darauf geschult wurden sie zu erkennen, um schlimmeres zu verhindern. Dass König Ender allerdings tatsächlich verflucht war, war nicht zu leugnen. Seit Wochen versuchte Ghost eine Lösung für das Problem zu finden. Nichts half. Trotz der Spekulationen war die Tatsache, dass König Ender bereits im Sterben lag, noch nicht veröffentlicht worden. Wenn es nach der Königin ginge, würde das auch niemals geschehen.  

Die Regentschaft des Königs neigte sich dem Ende zu. Ghost wusste, dass Enebris verdammt war sollte Rome den Thron besteigen und doch konnte er es nicht verhindern, wenn er keine Lösung für den Fluch fand. Was also, wenn in der Vision von Odeliah etwas Wahrheit steckte? War das Herz Ass die Lösung aller Probleme? Lag es an Ghost diesen Magier ausfindig und unschädlich zu machen? Diese Fragen quälten ihn nun seit Tagen.

𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗱 / 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 / 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗶𝘀

[ferveres]

tag dump.

[saerintv]

tag dump.

[grandmcff]

tag list feel free 2 ignore.

[thepumpkinwolf]

[Image Description Start: Multiple traditional sketch drawings based on The Magnus Archives.

Image 1: A pack of cigarettes lying on its side with an anglerfish as the logo. Two of the cigarettes in the pack are pulled up, and there is text on the box reading "Can I have a cigarette?"

Image 2: A coffin wrapped in chains with a padlock looped through the chains in the middle. Scratched into the coffin are the words "Do Not Open."

Image 3: An open sketchbook with "keep watching" written in it three times. Two hands coming from offscreen curl around the sketchbook, with arms morphing into drainpipes past the wrists.

End Image Description.]

An art project I’ve slowly been working for a while now. I have a jacket with a bunch of decor on it for a fandom I’m not in anymore, so I wanted to switch it up for one I am interested in and I decided on a TMA theme.

So I’ve been designing as many patch ideas as I can, to hopefully bring to life later on. This is the first post of many.

I love the first three episodes so very much, Jonny really came out swinging with these.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

[chuluoyi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 . . . 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! — masterlist

you are the picture-perfect empress of eastern empire… until your husband the emperor, zen’in naoya, demands a divorce! but you won’t take this lying down . . .

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—kinda ooc, slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, marriage of convenience, heavy pining, mentions of infidelity, infertility, misogyny, pregnancy, explicit smut, childbirth, curses

note: inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress

more: emperor gojo | emperor naoya | official fanart | ko-fi

status: completed

:: 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ::

001 — 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! in which your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress… but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you! and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...

002 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found love… until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorce… are you doomed to go through this path the second time?

003 — 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ! the path of love is never easy for you, be it now or back then. love, pain, betrayal and tragedy — you have been through them all. after all is said and done, you just want one chance at happiness. so will your second marriage be what you always want it to be, or will it be one last heartbreak you have to go through?

:: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ::

you — empress of eastern empire. formerly a noble lady from an acclaimed clan and then made a crown princess of eastern empire to marry your childhood friend, naoya

gojo satoru — emperor of western empire. previously known as the "cursed prince" for being blind during a period of his childhood. for the longest time, he has been in love with you

zen'in naoya — emperor of eastern empire. your first love, crown prince naoya, wasn't the spiteful emperor who divorces you during the 5th year of your marriage, but the throne seems to shape his ambitions the longer he sits there. has he loved you all this time, you ask? dunno, only he knows

hanabi — naoya's mistress. your head maidservant ever since your marriage to naoya, she is actually compliant and doesn't seem to hold any malice against you. she bears his child, and elevated to the rank of royal consort

geto suguru — the duke. a neat and proper person, emperor gojo's peer, confidant and voice of reason. gojo claims he names his messenger cat (sugu-chan) after him out of love and respect

ieiri shoko — the countess. shoko, geto and gojo went to the imperial academy together, which is why she's so casual around both of them. after marrying gojo, she becomes your lady-in-waiting

:: 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 ::

prequel: how sugu-chan the cat came to be

empress confronting hanabi (takes place in all hail the empress)

duke geto and the empress’ paintings: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the empress’ dress visuals

behind the scenes: untold tales

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Gianpaolo Pagni, Matematica Double Flash 002, (ink pen, ballpoint pen, graphite, rubber stamps on mathematics handwritten sheets), 2024 [© Gianpaolo Pagni]

[alcrego]

Links

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[seulw0nz]

[ 이희승 ] : ACCIDENTALLY YOURS— LHS X F!READER

✶ SYNOPSiS : when your best friend accidentally gets caught up in a dating rumor with heeseung, a famous influencer, you decide to step in and clear her name by claiming you're the one dating him. what starts as a spur-of-the-moment lie takes an unexpected turn when heeseung not only agrees to the story but starts playing the part of your “boyfriend” a little too well. as the lines between fake and real blur, you’re left wondering: is he just a really good actor, or is there something more to his game?

꒰ 💌 GENRE : fake dating, influencer au, s2l, romance, crack, smau series, texts, light angst,

⏤ ☆ PAIRING : influencer!heeseung x influencer fem!reader ( feat. jay from enhypen, jake from enhypen, sunghoon from enhypen, and @cupidhoons)

「 WARNINGS : swearing, kys/kms jokes, aespa winter us ed as face claim, aespa ningnjng is used as liz's face claim, more tba after more chapter . . .

୨୧ DANIELLE NOTES: i wanted to started a new smau because liz's new smau... so here i am! i'll promise to finish this one if this becomes a hit 🙏

STATUS 〻 ONGOING ( START: 12/13/24 )

꒰ 💭 ꒱ PROFiLES 001 | 002 : ( VISUALIZATION )

✧ . ᯇ EPISODES

001. boom shakalaka | smau

002. queens never cry | smau

003. pose for me baddies | smau

004. we listen and we don't judge | smau + written

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(🪽) :: ACCIDENTALLY YOURS TAGLIST @cupidhoons @wonsdoll @ancnymcnzjy,

[saulweissberg]

with phoebe perched on his kitchen island, was it any wonder why he had previously called her a vilde chaya? he called her that epithet again when she pulled herself on top of the table and gave a disapproving shake of his head, but she responded with her favorite retort in defense of her appalling behavior: she grew up poor! unlike saul, some mansion child-dweller? well, he had grown up in a modest four bedroom craftsman, thank you very much. yes, it was in the richest part of bridgeport and only a few streets away from the beach, but it wasn’t as if he had grown up on martha’s vineyard—his family just had a vacation home there. it was ancestral, however, in his family for decades! didn’t that make it better? okay, sure, the spoon in his mouth at the time of his (and levi’s) birth had been fine silver, and they were wasps without that very important protestant part, but he hadn’t been as rich as phoebe thought. he was richer, actually.

generational wealth, at least to saul, didn’t matter as much as the money he had made for himself. what did it matter if his last name was weissberg or his lineage stretched back to the reconstruction era if he didn’t make a name for himself, independent of his family? saul was extraordinarily privileged and he knew it, but he had never been the type to just rest on his laurels and revel in the exploits of his family’s money for years on end without an honest day's work to show for it. the weissberg men were not gentlemen of leisure. they may have more money than most could dream of, but any member of the family that wasn’t a full blown workaholic was considered a failure, and no one wanted to be the black sheep of the weissbergs. it was a loving family, but high society politesse was strictly followed and enforced. that meant no sitting on the damn counter! 

they weren’t in new england, though. blue harbor and its midwestern quaintness was a far cry from the environment he grew up in and the society he clung to in manhattan in his adulthood. rules were… lax. in ways that surprised him sometimes. phoebe yates, daughter of a flighty mother and self-proclaimed weaver ridge rat, helped ease a bit of his culture shock. besides, saul could never really be mad at phoebe. he doubted there was a thing in the world she could do to make him love her any less.

“yes, terry.” though he had always called them katie. his katie. even after the divorce, he rarely called them as any other sobriquet unless he was speaking about them to someone else, like now. he considered phoebe's question as he took another bite of his lo mein. “i’m sure micah is the main reason why they’ve come to blue harbor, but there’s a difference between a visit and moving here.” saul had no secret hope of terry coming to town in order to win him back, twenty-six years after their initial divorce, but no matter their reason, it was still too close for saul's comfort—the distance between manhattan and white plains had barely been enough. then again, it had been too much of a gulf, part of why his relationship with his son had deteriorated so greatly. saul had simply been too busy to drive out to the suburbs to spend a lot of time with micah when he was a child.  

“i’ll take you up on that one.” saul laughed. her real birthdate would probably be easy to figure out, his firm had a private investigator on retainer for his particularly brutal divorce and custody cases, but the mystery was part of the fun. anyway, as much as he teased her about it, he would never force phoebe to tell him anything that she didn’t want him to know. he exhaled loudly at her next question. how was one to explain the labyrinthine relationship between saul and his ex-wives? and, in turn, his ex-wives' relationships to each other? as far as saul knew, thalia and terry were polite to each other any time they were forced into the same room, but never formed any sort of fondness for each other (despite how they were eerily alike sometimes, in saul's opinion). terry and cassie, however, had been quite close at one point, co-parenting micah as if saul had never existed. micah once laughed, telling saul how the pta members at his school thought terry and cassie were his married moms. saul hadn’t found it very funny.

“they’ve all met at various points in time. for micah’s graduation, family events, things like that. my first and my second wives were friends, mostly because micah was such a big part of cassie’s life and our marriage, but i don’t know if any of them are in contact now.” that would surely change with terry in town now, bound to run into thalia somewhere throughout blue harbor. at least cassie was back in new york, happy with her new family. though he just joked about it, he doubted there would ever be a reason for his second wife to ever come to blue harbor, and for that, he was fucking thankful. two in the same town was enough for saul. “terry’s got hawk eyes. she looks at you as if she wants to put you under a microscope or something. you’ll know what i mean if you ever see them around town.” and, of course, they were still breathtakingly beautiful. phoebe could make fun of his choice of wine or his décor, but nothing could ever be said against saul’s taste in women.

Phoebe didn’t have to agree with the ethics of the unfair money distribution system — how the rich got richer whilst people like her were often neglected and left to fend for themselves — to appreciate the finer things money bought. Sure, the price tag for some things turned her stomach (and if she ever stopped complaining about the fucking Earthwave garlic powder please note that would mean something was terribly wrong) but there were other aspects that the curiosity in her were desperate to see from the perspective of the other side: architecture and home design being one of them.

She grew up on MTV Cribs, and the Architectural Digest YouTube channel had her in a chokehold. It was like a fantasy land, all these homes with the high ceilings and fake pillars and furniture so expensive one chaise lounge — why anyone would have needed one of those was anyone’s guess  — would have covered Phoebe’s rent in Weaver Ridge for a year. So, when Saul invited her over for takeout food, she couldn’t resist. Sure, she had been to his home plenty of times for cat-sitting before Micah came to Blue Harbor and took over the role, but it felt less like she was sneaking around now Saul was here too. All she had to do was not admit she took a nap in his big bed last time she was here. 

She was chasing a loose pepper in her box, sat cross-legged on the island (Saul had frowned at her in a way only a parental figure would, but she shamelessly pulled the ‘grew up poor’ card and explained how her counters in either of the apartments she lived at weren’t big enough to sit a party of 12 like his were) looking up when he mentioned his ex. “That’s Micah’s mom, right? Are you sure she’s just not in town to see him?” Mothers were tricky — she knew that better than anyone — but didn’t know Micah well enough to know how his relationship with his own fared. “It’s a little weird, but I doubt a second one will show up, ex-wives don’t just spawn out of the blue. If she does, I’ll give you my real birthdate, and not just vague cryptic riddles anymore.” She was pretty sure Saul knew it anyway, but it had been the only way to put it off. “Do you think any of your exes like, know each other? Separately from you?”

[typewritingyip]

The Arcturus Missions

Part Nineteen - Radio Waves

Part Eighteen

———

Back on that September day in 1984, scientists were more concerned with making a better bomb than they were anticipating needing to drastically change direction. 

The first countries to have mech technology were, in order; Japan, the United States, the USSR, Ireland, and China. Japan had initially been working on the technology for deep sea exploration along with nuclear power plant maintenance and construction, effectively a way to use a human operator in environments non-conducive to human life. They had their first pilot ready and capable within six months of the first attack, Pilot 001, name Kantaro Tomiyama, died two years after the first attack. 

Another four months after their first launch, the United States had their first suit and pilot, no number was assigned initially, now recognized as Pilot 002, name William Witwicky, callsign Sparkplug. He died three months into the program, many of his immediate successors remain alive though no longer pilot mech suits, his son is a notable engineer along with several other family and family friends. 

People wondered initially where Ireland obtained the materials for their three launched mechs at the defense of the Isle of Man, then people began to see the similarities between the structural supports in the suits to oil rigging equipment in the North Sea. 

As the list grew larger and more countries were able to provide assistance in the battle, the compatibility technology began to advance, no longer were pilots being jury rigged into the technology but adapted into the brain of the machine. Yet side effects remain, as human biology struggles to adapt to the needs of advancing technology. Though scientists continue to try and adapt the systems to be more compatible with biology.

All modern pilots have extended lifespans thanks to the sacrifices of these pioneers of mech technology. 

—

It was still very bright in Iacon, even as it started to grow later in the day, Mirage was walking with Hound, smiling, “So, how do you find Iacon? Now that you’ve lived here for a bit.” Nodding a bit, Hound shrugged slightly, “It’s a beautiful city. Certainly bigger than any on Earth.” Of course it would be bigger, human cities were designed for significantly smaller beings but Mirage chuckled still, “It’s bigger than most on Cybertron to be fair and has been around for a very long time.” They go through the gate and back down to the road, Mirage walking with his hands folded behind his back, “But it’s home.” That brought Hound a bit of pause and he smiled some, “I almost forgot you said you were from here.” Mirage’s smile was bright, “Forged and educated, though north of here,” He gestures to some of the taller structures in the distance, “I don’t spend much time in that part of Iacon anymore, it’s lovely of course but to be out of the way from everything and work.” Hound tilted his head slightly, “Then do you live closer?” Mirage, nodding gesturing in the same direction as where he was staying, “Most of us live towards the markets, too much happens on that side of town to not have rapid responders.” Hound hummed, nodding a bit again.

The buildings blocked the sun some, much to Hound’s relief as his head still ached, his hand came up and held it for a second. Mirage was looking around absently before looking at Hound and resting a hand on his shoulder, “Hound, are you alright?” Nodding a bit, Hound sighed a bit painfully as the sun his his visual feed again, “Yes, I am alright, just trying to manage a migraine.” Frowning, Mirage glances around before taking his arm and starting to lead them, “Come on, I know a place where you can have a moment of peace. I understand you’ve been sharing a living space with your entire unit, that would hardly be restful.” Shaking his head a bit, Hound covers Mirage’s hand with his own, “Mirage—“ Who was already shaking his head, “No, meetings like the one today are taxing enough, you don’t need to return to a hab full of chaos with a migraine.” He nearly stumbled when Mirage dragged him around a corner and started down some stairs.

”Mirage, where are we going?” With a shake of his head, Mirage kept hold of Hound’s arm, “Someplace quiet at the very least.” He finally slowed down outside of a shorter building, Mirage sighed and started inside, “It’s still early enough in the cycle that most people won’t come in till later,” the inside was pleasantly dark, with only quiet music coming from the speakers nearby. There were booths and tables, but also some low slung chairs, the bar was in the center of the building with soft lightly and a mech behind it cleaning some cubes, “Afternoon Mirage,” Mirage raises a hand briefly before leading Hound to one of the areas with the low chairs, “Sit down and relax, I’m going to get something to eat and join you. Just, try to ease your migraine.” He smiled softly before heading back towards the bar.

Hound sighed and turned off his visual feed, turning down the lights in his suit for a moment, then disabling the assistance suit for a moment to grab his water pouch and some pain killers. They were starting to run low on the ones from Earth, he frowned at the ones in his hand for a moment. How could the smallest things make you homesick, shaking his head a bit he takes the pills quickly before turning the mobility back on and his visual feed on low just as Mirage came back over with a cube. 

After taking the other chair, Mirage sips from his cube, “Are migraines typical for you?” Shrugging a bit, Hound adjusts the setting on his visor, “It’s common to get them after the compatibility programming, it’s just a side-effect.” He sighs in a bit of relief once the worst of the glare was tuned out of his visual feed, “It was one of the many warnings we got during the testing process.” Mirage was frowning, leaning forward a bit, “The more I hear about this compatibility testing, the more concerned I grow.” Hound chuckled lightly, rubbing at his head, “It was necessary to be able to handle the upgrades, back in the beginning, they were just,” he pauses and sighs deeply, “They were just upgrading people, without the testing, and that got a lot of good people killed before they could become pilots.” Mirage winced, nodding slowly, “I’m sorry,” shaking his head, Hound held up a hand, “Don’t be, they didn’t know better. The technology was still so new at the time and everyone knew the risk.” Hound looked down for a moment before sitting back in the chair.

Mirage was staring and Hound shifted a bit, shaking his head a bit uncomfortably, “You know, the staring makes it feel like you’re trying to see my soul.” He chuckles a bit even as Mirage leans back slightly, Hound sighs, “I take it the word soul translated to spark, huh?” “How’d you know that?” Shrugging, Hound turned down his visor as he darkened his visual feed, “Jazz said it would.” They drifted easily into quiet togetherness, Mirage sipping from his cube as Hound turned off his visual feed and closed his eyes for a bit. 

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To be fair, they got their inspiration from a TV show about a war, so it was only right that they do this now. Jazz was watching as Sunstreaker adjusted the hot plate, shifting the cube before sealing it again, finally sticking one of the copper tubes through, “Now we have a functioning, hopefully, gin still.” Sideswipe was grinning, scratching at his jaw lightly, Sunstreaker shakes his head, hands on hips, “This is the stupidest thing we could have done.” Jazz grins, “Which is why it’s great, come on. If this works we’ll be able to wind down when we have down time,” he moves over and leans down to watch the contents bubble in the cube, “Wow.” They all take a step back to watch with a grin. 

The door to the bedroom opened and Breakdown came out, wearing his helmet and visor, tinted as dark as it could be as he made his way to the table, “What are we all doing today?” Sideswipe grinned and leaned over to the ladder, offering the man a hand up as Breakdown climbed the steps, “Making alcohol.” Breakdown’s eyes shined, “You got the copper?” Sunstreaker looked over, “Wait, how do you know about this? Sides only told me a few days ago.” Waving it off, Breakdown goes over and looks over the still, “Who do you think told him to get the oversized cube? It will be easier to maintain than a typical copper still, that is for certain.” He was smiling, though clearly his own head still ached from the concussion. Glancing around at everyone and their suits resting across the room, Breakdown pauses, “Where’s Hound?” Jazz sighs a bit, “At a meeting with high command. We all were supposed to attend but the poor guy has a migraine.” Each pilot winced, Sunstreaker lightly brushing a hand over his own implants, Breakdown adjusted his helmet slightly, darkening his visor more.

Sideswipe lightly scratches at his implants, “Do you think it's a normal migraine or an overuse one?” Jazz sighed, “Overuse, I got them all the time when I first got out here, they started around this time for me.” Sunstreaker swore and sat down heavily on one of their makeshift chairs, “It can’t be overuse yet, right? I mean, we all disconnect at night.” With a slight shake of his head, Jazz gives a so-so hand gesture, “Hound also works more than the rest of us, as commander he has to stay up longer for more meetings and things, I just would debrief with Prowler but overuse systems are coming for us all, other than maybe Breakdown, Mr. I-have-concussion-and-get-two-weeks-off.” Breakdown snorts a bit and easily flips Jazz off, “Stuff it Jazz.” Sideswipe had the best reaction, hands going up, “Woah, watch out, the old man is angry!” They all get a laugh out of it, smiling and watching the still bubble and steam lightly, enjoying the moment of peace, trying to not think of the overuse side effects that would come for them all. 

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When the lights came on Hound had to suppress the wince, Mirage had finished his first drink a while ago but had ordered a second in a significantly different color. They were sitting around, not really talking but being able to enjoy one another’s company without gunfire forcing them together. The music started to turn louder and Hound had to pause, frowning at the nearest speaker, “Wait, wait, has it been playing this the whole time?” Mirage frowned and leaned towards one of the speakers before pulling back and rubbing his audial as it increased in volume, “Yeah, the old mech picked up this frequency a few years ago and it brought in a load of new customers after the war. Nobody knows what it is but a bunch of mecha seem to like it.” Hound tilted his head slightly, “I know what this is.” He smiles a bit and starts to nod, “Yeah, yeah this is 102.7 out of California.” His foot tapped lightly.

”Wait, this is from Earth?” Nodding, Hound smiles, “Yeah, it’s from Earth. Yeah, this is Rick Dees, listen.” They both leaned in as a voice carried over the waves, “This is K-I-I-S F-M, Los Angeles. I’m Rick Dees and these are the hot hits.” Before a song started to pour from the speaker and Hound laughed, covering his mouth, “This is from the eighties. This is from home.” Mirage stared at him, smiling a bit, “I take it you liked this frequency?” Hound nodded and rubbed his jaw, “Yeah, I listen to it whenever I’m in Los Angeles, which is more than I would like.” Slowly, he pushes off the chair and moves closer to one of the speakers, starting at the odd connection to home, “I thought I’d be stuck listening to the twins mixtapes for the rest of my life.” Mirage gets up and moves over, resting a hand on his shoulder, “I don’t know what a mixtape is, but I am glad to see you happy.” Hound nodded some, smiling as the tones of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper flowed. 

Mirage watched, shaking his head a bit, “I don’t know what’s being said.” It clicked for a moment and Hound turned to look at him, “Ah, well, the songs just starting and it starts with,” he clears his throat a bit, “Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you.” He wasn’t singing it, not even close, but Mirage looked ready to melt, “A lot of her music is like this and she’s an amazing artist.” Mirage nodded and smiled some, “Uh, you listened to a lot of music?” Nodding, Hound looked to the speaker again, “Whenever I could, if I could afford the tapes or CD’s, um, compact disks.” It clearly soured Mirage’s mood, “Afford?” Hound sighed deeply, “Yes, I don’t know how many times I have to bring up the cost of living to get it through your processors. Music and entertainment were luxuries that we couldn’t always afford.” He crosses his arms and stares at the speaker, sighing a bit, “Radio was free, if you could tune in,” his hand brushed over the speaker for a moment and he whispers, “Millions of miles and it’s still so clear.” Then his fist collided with the wall and Mirage took his arm, shaking his head some, “Come on, don’t be like that. Just enjoy the music. Don’t think about the mission for a klick or two.” Sighing slowly, Hound turned and looked at Mirage, nodding. Mirage smiled and offered a hand, “Come show me what this human music is about, huh?” Hound, shaking his head slightly, takes his hand, “You’re crazy.” Mirage smiled wider, “And you’re feeling better. Besides, we agreed to talk about your home the next time we were in Iacon." He spreads his free hand wide, “Welcome to Iacon.” Hound laughed and followed Mirage to the bar, leaning against it, though his visual feed was still turned down to the bare minimum and audio sensors only tuned for Mirage and now the music, a few more hours here wouldn’t kill him. 

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A/N

Alright, sort of a short one today but I wanted to get a part up on Christmas for everyone to read when they need to avoid their family. Late on Christmas but still.

I swear I am going to write more for the twins, Breakdown, and Jazz next chapter I just have an easier time writing for Hound, even though he is a little OOC. I promise man’s love for nature and stuff is coming.

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3-in-1 Supermarket 001

Published: 1-13-2024 | Updated: 1-15-2024 (Counter 1/4 FIX) SUMMARY The 3-in-1 Supermarket collection (Simmons, 2023) includes items from Asamo Sims (2005), Sims Connection (2006), and Simplan-X (2006), edited and expanded. Mix and match items to create your own, unique supermarket design.

DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs §100-700 | Buy Mode All files with “MESH” in their filenames are REQUIRED for all textures/recolors to show properly. To use the SmartGarden Kiosk, you must have the Planting Overhaul mod (Lamare and Tvickiesims, 2023) installed. Finally, you need one of the following: Shift Everything (Lamare, 2022) OR Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023). Some recolors may be bundled in the same file, so be careful deleting swatches in-game. Some objects may need to be shifted upward once for ideal placement.

WARNING: The SmartMarket Kiosk, SmartGarden Kiosk, and TV objects have pulsing, flashing, and glowing light effects. If you are sensitive to visual noise, download the LIGHT SENSITIVE version of this set. Only use ONE version in-game at a time. ITEMS Hanging Grocery Bags (Deco) (896 poly) Area Dividers 001-002 (Deco) (59 poly) Barrier Gate (334 poly) Barrier Fence (910 poly) - *not in the collection file. Basket (292 poly) Cash Register (533 poly) Cabinets (Deco) (408-548 poly) Cleaning Deco (1295 poly) Counter 001 (240 poly) Counter 002 (32 poly) Counter 003 (264 poly) Counter 004 Bagstation1  (240 poly) Counter 005 Bagstation2 (184 poly) Counter 006 (286 poly) Boxed Foods Display (396 poly) Shopping Cart (Shelf) (776 poly) Counter Shelf (417 poly) Displays 001-004 (Deco) (206-470 poly) Display 005 (Functional Grocery Bin) (1910 poly) – purchase groceries by clicking on any part of the object; place a shelf inside for additional storage/sale space. Display 006 (Functional Fridge) (738 poly) – store/sell spoilable food items. Display 007 (488 poly) Fridge Shelf (Functional) (834 poly) – store/sell spoilable food items. Shelves & Half Shelves (Left, Right, Center for each) (10-62 poly) SmartMarket and SmartGarden Kiosks (~1472-1650 poly) – purchase groceries, seeds, and fertilizer respectively. Supermarket Sign (2-Story) (352 poly) TV Display (1276 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) REGULAR VERSION from SFS | from MEGA LIGHT SENSITIVE VERSION from SFS | from MEGA *A known game bug may disable some shelf slots. If you cannot access more than 2 slots on the hosiery/lingerie racks (the ones with 4 or 6 bars), download ONE these fixes: MORE_Custom-objects-placeable-on-shelves (Numenor, 2006) MORE_Custom-objects-placeable-on-shelves+LOCKEDTILES (Numenor, 2006) Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023) CREDITS Thanks: AL Wood Actions/Reducing GUIDs/OBJs (@hugelunatic, 2022). Sources: Any Color You Like (@curiousb, 2010), Basket Cage (H.A., n.d.), BBNiche1Master (BuggyBooz, 2012), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), Cubic Dynamics (EA/Maxis), DOECHII Screen Kiosk (retr0black, 2022 via Creative Commons Attribution), EA/Maxis, Great Groceries Display (Balkopat, 2020), Grocery Store Part 1 (Jacky93sims, 2023; Severinka, 2022; Bodegababy, 2021), Kitchen Basic (Hafiseazale, 2016; BuggyBooz 2008), Kitchen Basic Extras (Hafiseazale, 2016; BuggyBooz, 2010), Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), One More Slot Package (OMSPs) (SilentLucidity, 2009), Planting Overhaul (@lamare-sims and @tvickiesims, 2023), Shop Essentials (Simplan-X, 2006), Shopping Set (Asamo Sims, 2005), Supermarket (JC/Sims Connection, 2006), Images (Iskisoon, 2023; Macrovector, 2023; 2022; 2019; Photographeaasia, 2023; Freepik, 2023; Upklya, 2022; Rawpixel).