#Filling up D rank was hard but then I was like hmmm lets just make this the for fun tier

[unohanadaydreams]

Forgot to take this shit out of the drafts, but here is my lackadaisical ranking from @littleeyesofpallas Kubo Tite(BLEACH) Ultimate Waifu List Tier List Maker

I did not have the gumption to rank all of the waifus, let alone half of the waifus lmao.

SS Rank - The women who take up the vast majority of my brain space. All three of them own and I support their wrongs 100%.

S Rank - I feel like this is my actual waifu tier tbh. I like their characters and would also stutter out an offer of my number to all three of them.

A Rank - Women I like who get into silly situations. Half tragic lesbians and half weird girl rep.

B Rank - The lesbian tier apparently. I like them but not enough to have them higher on the list. Only one of them is useless. #representation

C Rank - Characters who I wanted to see more of. Half because they're fun characters and half because I believe they've got big impact on the story (Kaname's best friend? Self explanatory. She launched him into revenge plot that reverberated all the way into the novels. And I just KNOW Chikane has her hands in politics, the Gotei 13 was not the end for her. Gang leader of the century. )

D Rank - Women who I thought needed to be on the list for one reason or another. High school girls thirsting like their lives depend on it. Insane sword woman. And Cunt herself. The for funsies tier.

F Rank - Women who annoy me. Love you, except I don't, actually!

[gentleeclipsey]

Right now I'm wondering if TFA OP really going to commit suicide because there's a better version of himself that everyone will love.

Hmmm let's do a "what if"

:D make me cry I dare you

Hi Anon!

I shall attempt! Though fair warning, it'll probably suck. XD Also he probably wouldn't, but here lets just assume for sadness' sake.

So me and @endller had this idea before, or at least our version of it.

Basically the Multiverse in one universe, but we have our twist!

Basically, of every single Optimus, TFA is seen as the least qualified Prime. He has no Matrix, he's basically a civilian frame, and has a record of failures. He's only ever fought on Earth and is the youngest Prime of them all. Due to this, he's looked down on by every other Optimus, and Prime, that now inhabits Cybertron.

Eventually, as his team meets others, they begin to spread out. Prowl is the first, he leaves to return to the dojo, Yoketron survived the war and being the creator of Prowl and Jazz, Prowl returns home. Bumblebee and Bulkhead leave next, they're young, and striken from duty to go to training by the new standards of the Prime Order but also to be placed on new teams they're far more excited to serve on. Ratchet is the one who puts in his notice of retirement, but doesn't say much to Optimus about it.

This leaves Optimus on his own. The TFA military is dissolved, his creator and TFA Ultra Magnus, strikes him as a Prime entirely with a grin. Sentinel as given a new position within the new military, as are many of the old TFA Primes, but Optimus is not.

It is after he is striken as a Prime that evidence of him fraternizing with the enemy is brought to view, Optimus is stood to trial as a traitorous soldier, and when no one comes to his defense, he is banished from Cybertron.

Funny, seeing as how Sentinel was the one to be praised for finding stashes of Decepticon energon yet with such sudden suspicions. He always was the favorited son.

When Optimus leaves, he doesn't attempt goodbyes or farewells, there isn't really anyone who would talk to him anyway and the scornful looks are more than enough to tell him how Cybertron feels about him.

He's no longer allowed to live on Cybertron or any of her colonies, he's forced out onto distant worlds. At one point along the way he attempted to hold up with Decepticons, but they quite literally laughed at the thought of such a puny bot joining their ranks. He still remembers their taunting and jabs, he would admit they were really creative with them.

Abandoned by his team, his family, his home world, his entire kind, he ends up finding a little lifeless planet drifting in the far corners of what's been mapped and sets down there. There's no energon, and what little reserves he does have he hasn't touched since he left. He feels too sick to fuel at all, even having ditched his larger frame type for a small truck his frame just doesn't seem to want to process the energon.

There's no other signal for billions of miles, he's entirely alone. He's got no voices or advice, just himself. He spends his years just reading his old data pads, letting his old reserves run down. Some days the pain from starvation makes it hard to move, and he'll lay out under the star filled sky just watching them.

His paint is scuffed and rubbed off for the most part, and his metal feels weak. At one point when he lays out under the stars, for years didn't move. Everything blended together into one, long, eternal night, he remembered the old days on Earth, and it reminded him of the nights when he and his team would he out, traveling around and fighting off their Decepticons.

There is a short time where his memory is clear, as his frame begins to fail. After being lost for millions of years among the stars, slowly losing his memory, himself, he has a moment.

He realizes he's ok with it.

He had his time on Earth, with his found family, with Sari, with Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, Ratchet. He misses Sumdac and Fanzone too. He even misses the Decepticons on Earth. At the time he was scared, certainly, but now he just wishes he could be back there again. Safe, on Earth, in the illusion he was cared for and remembered by others. He knows now they likely never did, but he finds he's ok with that.

As he watches the stars begin to trail overhead, he hears a voice calling him. It sounds familiar, almost, calling him to follow. It sounds like so many he's known over his life, and yet all those he's never met. As the sky becomes bright his memories begin to disappear, turn hazy, blurry, fleeting, disappearing. He hears it a final time, the voice telling him to follow.

And he does.

His optics dim out, his remaining paint turns grey, and his engine goes silent for the final time as he smiles towards the sky, feeling warmth for the first time in millions of years.