#i love the vibes but i want tiny robots........

[starheirxero]

i see so much about giant robots and tiny human in the g/t scene but what about a tiny robot huh?? what about a little robot who was just meant to be a little gachapon toy and ending up in the hands of a human?? what about a little wind-up robot lovingly crafted by their creator?? what about a little robot meant to be a prototype for their much bigger, more complex self?? do you get me. tiny robots. please.....

[mercifulstate]

⋆.˚ 𖥔˚ PERSISTENCE ISN’T THAT FUCKING HARD. YOU’RE JUST OVERTHINKING IT.

Here’s the truth, babe:

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Persistence isn’t some mystical, complicated, twenty-step ritual with moon water and six daily meditations.

It’s literally just this:

“Yeah. It’s already mine.”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎That’s it. No glittery lightning bolt. No thunderous spiritual awakening. Just a quiet, calm, deep-rooted certainty that what you want is already yours.

Not “might be,” not “hopefully,” not “if I do everything right.”

It is. Yours. Period.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BUT WAIT—your brain goes:

“What if I’m just delusional?” “What if I don’t deserve it?” “What if it’s not working???”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Okay. Take a breath. Let’s be real: doubt is normal. You're not a self-help robot. You're not here to repeat affirmations like a broken cassette tape in a yoga studio. You’re not meant to be perfectly positive every hour of every day. That’s exhausting and unrealistic.

✦ Here’s what actually matters:

Even when you’re crying.

Even when you’re spiraling.

Even when you feel like a damn goblin in emotional shambles—

It’s still yours.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎You having a moment of fear? That doesn’t undo the energy you’ve already locked in. You having a breakdown in bed at 2AM? Still doesn’t change the fact that what you want is already on the way.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Because you decided. You claimed it. You set that standard. And once you’ve decided something is yours, that energy doesn’t just disappear because your vibes were off for a day. This isn’t about being perfect. This is about being solid.

✦ Feeling sad? Angry? Numb? That’s completely okay.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎You’re human. You’re allowed to feel like shit. You don’t have to constantly be chanting “I am abundant” while forcing a smile like a possessed Barbie. You can fall apart. You can doubt. You can scream into a pillow. You can be a whole mess and STILL be magnetic as hell.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Because persistence is not about controlling how you feel. It’s about knowing that beneath all the chaos, deep in your core—you already believe. That’s all it takes.

✦ The Real Magic?

That lowkey, quiet belief that never really leaves.

That tiny flicker in your chest that whispers:

“No matter what I feel right now… it’s mine.” That’s the kind of power you don’t have to scream to prove. That’s the energy that bends reality for you. Unshakable. Subtle. Devastatingly effective.

So cry.

Eat junk.

Doubt yourself.

Throw a tantrum.

Take a break.

Feel it all.

But don’t EVER fucking forget who the hell you are.

You’re not just manifesting.

You’re embodying.

You’re not waiting.

You’re arriving.

You’re not begging.

You’re declaring.

Live like it’s already yours.

Because it is.

Even on your worst day,

you’re still that bitch.

🖕 Love,

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦ Mercy, your raging godmother or whatever <3

[revelboo]

Do you plan to write anything about B-127 again? I would like to see something more about that little talker written by you, because I love the way you write, it leaves me wanting to see more.

(sorry if there is something misspelled, English is not my native language)

I do plan on continuing his- he’s extra and unwittingly a terror

The Coma Kid Pt 2

TFO B-127 x Reader

• “Please stop that. Or, you know what? It’s fine,” he says as you kick against the driver’s side window as he speeds through the desert. Sooner or later, you have to wear yourself out. Right? You’d gotten tired of screaming after he’d transformed around you. “I’m B-127, by the way. You can call me Bee. Or B-127. Or Badassatron. You know, whichever. You have really strong legs.”

• Slumping across the center console, a foot against the window that isn’t breaking no matter how many times you mule kick it as hard as you can. All you’ve managed to do is exhaust yourself and make your ankles and calves hurt. And he’s not shut up. The entire time. You’re not sure which is worse, the rambling or the kidnapped by a giant alien that can become a car. Starting upside down out the other window as sky and telephone poles zip by, you try to figure out what exactly you’d done to deserve this? Maybe you should have donated more to charities. Been a tiny bit religious, because some higher power decided you’d earned alien Chatty Cathy.

• “You can feel that, too?” He asks when you finally give up kicking him. “That warm, happy feeling? Isn’t it awesome? Like we’re meant to find each other? Best friends and maybe lovers?” Hears you groan and throw an arm across your eyes as he returns to the Ark with you. Transforming and immediately having to catch you as you make another frantic escape attempt. When he looks up, Elita-1 is there staring at him, mouth open. “Look what I found!” Her optics narrow.

• Upside down, you watch the pink alien close their mouth and throw up a hand in the universal language of someone who really doesn’t get paid enough to deal with whatever this is. Pinky is absolutely booking it, pausing long enough to poke her head in a doorway and yell. “Optimus, deal with that,” she says, pointing at you and the yellow terror before stomping off. And then a much bigger robot is looking out, spotting you in Bee’s hands and his shoulders slump. Wait. Is that giant, robot daddy? Was Pinky mom? Big guy definitely gives exhausted dad vibes as he walks over.

• “I found a human,” B-127 says, holding you up triumphantly. “We’re best friends,” he adds as you scream ‘no, we’re not!’ “Aren’t they great? We’re going to have a ton of sparklings together. You know, I’m going to need a bigger habsuite, and-” Denta snapping together nearly biting his glossa when you kick him in the jaw.

• Yeah, big guy must be dad. He’s almost panicky as he looks around for help dealing with the hyper menace. “Um, Elita?” He calls as you try to kick Bee again and he just catches you by the ankles in his free hand. “You can’t just- I don’t think humans work that way?” You’ve seen adults with that same desperate horror before when cornered by timeshare salesmen or folks with religious pamphlets. “Elita! Get back here and help me!

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[racsow]

after seeing the godawful trailer, I did a reread of the Electric State and i cannot physically understand how the russo brothers did not "see potential" in the story

i'll admit, i underappreciated the writing on my first read! going over it again there is so much richness to the character building and the dread of the atmosphere. There's a vibe that I can only describe as desiccated americana and i love it. The world is rotten and dying, and there is really nothing left to do but go on for going on's sake.

anyway i'm doing a very large essay on Stålenhag's whole body of work, but the Electric State holds a special place in my heart as the first of his books I discovered and the most resonant to me, so i just had to share my thoughts right after the reread.

This is less about the artwork, which i could talk about for ages, and more just a general overview of the story themes specifically!

(Moderate general spoilers? i don't go into much detail, and it's not a story overly reliant on its plot twists anyway)

The hopelessness of The Electric State is rather unique among Simon Stålenhag's works - his other books, set in Sweden, are much more fondly nostalgic, though they of course offer strange horrors of their own - but of a much more physical, immediate level.

The Electric State is different. It takes place in an alternate 90s US even more drowned in consumerism and blind greed than our own. A civilization that is crumbling, not from nuclear war or global crises or meteors, but by its own hand, by capitalism driving itself into the ground. The perfect pleasure machine, the neurocaster headset, leaves people twitching, comatose creatures whose minds lie in vast Silicon Valley servers as their bodies are left to starve.

Michelle does not have the privilege of escapism. She is one of the few left to wander a silent world, an apocalypse without people to see it. She is privy to the horror of watching the inevitable trajectory of a world falling to its death, and feels only recognition that it's probably better this way.

Michelle is never sad about the end of America. She doesn't ever reminisce about how good things used to be, or how we should have "appreciated it while we had it." But she certainly does reminisce.

She has the memory of her foster parents, who derided the government "coddling neurine addicts" like Michelle's mother. She has the memory of her grandfather coughing himself to death in their tiny apartment, irradiated from his lifetime of underpaid work assembling gigantic war drones. She has the memory of her mother overdosing on a drug the government hooked her on during her service in the military. She has the memory of her first and only love, a love which the world hated, how it kept her alive in her foster home of Soest City, and how it was ripped from her by the pastor.

Unlike Stalenhag's other stories, there is no element of nostalgia or quiet undertone of hope. Only disgust for what came before, and quiet fear for what comes next.

The horror of the Convergence, the eldritch machine god hivemind, is not even very relevant to the story - if anything, it's a side plot. When Michelle faces actual danger, it's never from giant robot gods in the mist; it's from cops and hotel clerks, from doomsdayers hoarding guns and a FBI agent hunting her down. She lives in fear of other people, of people who say they want to protect her.

But when she sees the gigantic silent machines wandering through the mists of Oregon, she isn't afraid. It's almost peaceful. The Convergence is beyond understanding. It grew out of the servers where millions of minds seeking oblivion from the world went to escape, and they converged into something unknowably vast who wanders the world in a hundred million thoughtless bodies. It's otherworldly. It does not fear, it does not dream, it does not hope, it does not hate. Maybe that's better.

I was scared. But I also felt something else when that thing stepped out of the mist in front of our car. I can't think of a better word than awe. Like when you suddenly become aware that you've walked into the wrong part of the woods and come face-to-face with a gigantic wild animal. Beyond the grotesque, there was also something else - something majestic.

And in its wake, the citizens of Point Linden, hundreds of people linked together, their neurocasters connected to the oily god in the mist, floated across the ground in front of the car, and they looked almost happy. Calm and peaceful, they moved past the car and formed a single group again behind us, and soon disappeared into the mist again.

[chaoswritesthemultiverse]

How to Write a One-Shot that Punches You in the Dick like Chuck Norris

This post is entirely motivated by spite

Hello. This is a piece of writing by an actual human and not ChatGPT doing an impression of a human (do not look beneath the trench coat). There's been a post circulating on how to write a one-shot that is basically just c&p from ChatGPT so in the spirit of being a petty motherfucker I got annoyed and started typing and this is what came out. My qualifications to give this advice are: 1. Not a robot (that I know of) 2. I've written a bunch of porn.

A one shot is a short story. However, short stories, as a form, are incredibly varied and malleable. Some of them, like flash fiction, are around 500 words, and I've seen one-shots that have managed to sustain themselves up to 20k words and didn't feel like they needed a chapter break! That's basically a novella. Impressive! Advice for flash fiction is highly unlikely — though not completely impossible — to translate over to a novella, so trying to give pat advice that suits both forms is going to be difficult and pretty futile. But I'll do it anyway because this is the internet and no one can stop me.

Maybe that's the first step?

Do a vibe check on your piece (aka form... ish) Feel out how long you want your one-shot to be. Mine usually land between 4-7k words which is about average for a short story and I'm a yapper. And if you're anything like me I don't mean plan the word count to the single digits, but have a vague idea somewhere in your mind if it's going to be a tiny little snapshot of an intense moment, in which case you probably want to go with flash fiction, or if it feels like you need more words to say what you want to say. Then once you start writing throw that idea out of the window because it's going to come out however it comes out and suddenly what you thought was only going to be 1000 words has ballooned into a 15k monstrosity and... you get the picture. Right?

Steal stuff* Not actual plagiarism!!! What the fuck is wrong with you??? I mean go back to your favourite one-shots by other authors (or maybe yourself, no shaming narcissism here I love my work) (that's a lie I am cripplingly insecure about my writing please validate me) and work out what you like about them. Is it the language? Characterisation? Structure? Theme? Really really hot smut that made your insides go 'ghdslsndjknsdfhhhh'? Chances are you're drawn to a specific technique or element of the craft and don't even know it. If you don't know force your fellow writer friends to read them and then grill them relentlessly about what they liked and then violently disagree with their obviously wrong tastes. Best way to work out what you like, imo. Then once you've done that you'll have an idea about what works for you, so you can do it your way. NOT COPYING.

Pick a theme or two Alright alright it's probably a decent idea to narrow down what you're writing about to a theme or set of central ideas of some kind. For me this is usually 'pegging' or 'face sitting' or 'spanking' or 'tentacles', but you go nuts with whatever inspires you. Then, for funsies, layer another theme on top. Like 'shame', or 'rebellion' or 'grief' or 'the auto-cannibalistic features of late-stage capitalism'. Even better if it's a theme that's a core feature of one or more of your characters. Example: first theme 'werewolf sex', second theme 'boredom'. Maybe one of the characters is really boring and beige and meeting and fucking a werewolf is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to them. Or maybe it's not and it happens all the time and they need to do something to break out of the rut? (heh, rut) (iykyk) Or MAYBE the werewolf is the boring one and the MC can only stand being around them because the sex is so good and it's the only time they stop talking about crypto?! See, three different short stories already waiting to be written for you right there. Have these prompts. They're for you. Enjoy them.

You don't need to explain everything, or actually anything at all The great thing about a one-shot is you don't have to explain shit to anybody. You're already in the Situation, and your readers are just going to have to deal.

"I can't believe you're horny right now!" Verbenia yelled, clawing at her leg. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you missed that trap on purpose!" Arblerboth sighed, sheepishly adjusting his unfortunate erection. With hindsight, the bear trap had been pretty obvious. He wasn't sure how either of them hadn't noticed the moment they stepped into the cave.

See what I did there? No explanation for why they're in a cave, why they're travelling together, what they're up to, or about Arblerboth's secret bear-trap fetish (it's about the trap not the blood it's a pretty unusual fetish but hey rule 34). But you were invested, right? All the world-building and intricate dynamics and stuff are for you and with a short story they stay as inside thoughts, to be expressed through character action and interaction with the setting — which you also don't have to explain because they're already there. This goes double for fanfiction because everyone reading it will already know the world and setting and characters and you don't need to rehash it.

Now here's where I told a big lie about that last piece of advice because I once spent 2k words explaining how my MC created a magical strap-on before I even got to her pegging anyone with it. But I guess I didn't explain the magic system she was using to make it? Idk.

Google 'how to write a short story' I'm actually serious with this one, there's a ton of excellent articles and resources out there by some brilliant published writers who have written some fantastic short stories. If you're too lazy to type out that sentence c&p it from this post. Take the advice you like and leave the rest.

and finally... WRITE IT.

Soz. You have to do writing to be good at the writing. Sucks, doesn't it?

So there it is, take it or leave it, I'm just someone on tumblr with a keyboard and way too much time on my hands. I'm sorry this post isn't full of easy to action but ultimately meaningless unhelpful clickbait points like "limit the timeline" (you can write an amazing one-shot that spans decades) or "choose one emotion" (we contain multitudes, apparently, have you heard of meta-emotions? Get ready to have your feelings blown out your ass baby), or "use a 3-part/act structure" (there are many different structures to drama — what about 5 parts? or 2? Go check out Aristophanes he's got some wild shit to show you, what a madlad), or "write like it's the last thing you'll ever write" (if this is the last thing I ever write then I hope whatever kills me is fucking awesome like teaching a shark to jet ski while wielding a longsword or something because no way this was worth it) (actually the salt water of the ocean would be really bad for a longsword that's a horrible idea).

Oh and use em-dashes. Every — where. All — over the place — if you like them — maybe you hate them — whatever use them anyway. I fucking love an em-dash. ✌️

[matt-murdockk]

Good Night

trope: 'too many beds' from this here list

words: 1.7k (bigger next time, promise)

pairing: neal caffrey x reader

fandom: white collar

warnings: language, maybe? this is a fluff/crack fic, we are here solely for the vibe; ps- the fic is from the reader's pov

Only God knows why this stakeout required having to stay at a motel. Not a hotel, god, no. Because after years of authorizing literally a shit ton of money for cases, now is when Hughes decided to be financially responsible. Screw you, dude. Also thanks for hiring me I love working white collar.

Anyway, this means that I get to spend the night at this dingy motel on a highway almost outside our jurisdiction with none other than everyone's favorite convict (said with hate and sarcasm), Neal Caffrey.

Am I mad about it? Why, yes. Yes, I am. Not just at the fact that literally anyone could have gone in my place but they insisted I go, but also at the fact that I just so happen to absolutely despise spending time alone with Neal. Ok fine, I may have a teeny tiny crush on him, a really small one that makes it hard for me to work with him because it makes me act stupid.

cut to flashback

I was taking a file to Peter's office when Neal saw me and walked over to me with two cups of coffee in his hand.

"Hey, (Y/n)! I got you coffee from that place you like."

A normal person would have accepted the cup, thanked him, and walked away. Am I that kind of normal? God, no.

I looked at him like he had threatened to kill my dog, and said, "I stopped drinking coffee this morning," and took that cup, threw it in the trash next to me, and sprinted the rest of the way to Peter's office. This poor man just stood there, confused.

and we're back

So, yes. This was on Monday so he'd had a couple days to really let it marinate. I was driving to June's place to pick him up when it dawned on me how painfully silent this car ride could be. Instead, the minute he got inside the car, he started having a normal conversation with me like I hadn't trashed his coffee a couple days earlier.

If he noticed the tension in my voice, he didn’t let on. Instead, he just kept talking, filling the car with this easygoing chatter about everything from Peter’s latest case blunder to some new exhibit he wanted to check out. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose like he could sense that I was trying to avoid looking at him, trying to act casually. But, of course, he could act casually—he was Neal Caffrey. I was the one whose brain short-circuited at a simple gesture he'd do for anyone, maybe.

Finally, after ten minutes of me grunting and nodding like some sort of malfunctioning robot, he looked at me with a knowing smile. “So, we're just going to pretend you didn't toss my coffee in the trash?"

Oh good lord what fresh hell is this? How am I supposed to respond to that? Oh, that? sorry, I love you.

"I panicked, okay? It was a reflex!"

"Your reflex was to throw my coffee in the trash?"

"Hey man, I'm the new girl, I don't have friends yet. I'm not used to people being all..."

"All what?"

"Nice!"

"You're not used to," he trailed off laughing that smug little laugh of his and continued, "I'll tell you what, the next time I attack you with my kindness, I'll warn you, deal?"

I am beyond embarrased at this point I could just crawl under my dashboard and die.

“Deal,” I managed, feeling my cheeks heat up. “But just so you know, I don’t respond well to... uh, unannounced niceness.”

He gave me this look, half-smile and half something I couldn’t read. “Duly noted,” he said, and his voice was softer than usual like he really meant it.

We drove in silence for a minute, which was worse than the conversation. I could feel the way his presence filled the car like he was everywhere and nowhere at once. And, as if he could sense I was desperately overthinking, he shifted in his seat, brushing a hand through his hair and watching me out of the corner of his eye.

“You know, I don’t bite,” he said finally, that playful lilt back in his voice. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

My mouth opened and closed, and I just shook my head in surrender.

"Nope, no. We are not going there."

"Suit yourself. Get it? Suit yourself. Cause you're-"

"Yeah, Neal, I got it."

The rest of the ride went about as normal as it could. A few jokes here, some awkward silence there, a dash of bickering. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it a bit. Before we knew it (we were painfully aware), we had reached the motel.

"Neal, you get the bags, I'll go get us checked in."

"Wait, why am I on bag duty?"

"Because I'm the agent. You're my bitch tonight." Was that too much? sigh

"Wow. Understood. So it's just all or nothing with you," he said in a fake hurt voice, clutching his pearls. Every time he sensed I was nervous, he tried to ease the air. I loved that about him. Asshole.

I laughed to lift the tension and gave in to his fake protest, but he insisted that he'd got the bags. I walked into the "reception desk" which was just a countertop with an underpaid employee behind it. Everything about this place made me feel like I could be mugged any second. I was not getting a single positive vibe from this place and I could not wait to go back home.

I walked over to the poor kid behind that desk and explained our situation and asked for a room. On account of the odds being in my favor as always, we got the last available room at the motel to which the receptionist guided me with as little enthusiasm as possible. Neal followed, with both our overnight bags in his hands. The receptionist handed the key to me and left without so much as a word, just an apologetic look.

I put the key in the lock and unlocked the door to find what I can only describe as... confusing. Not one, two, or even three. Eight beds, crammed into that tiny ass room. What the fuck.

"Hey Neal, quick question, do you see-"

"Yeah, I see it, alright"

"Good, so I'm not crazy."

“So… eight beds,” he said, almost like he was trying the words out just to make sure they were real.

I shot him a look, half-laughing, half-horrified. “Eight beds,” I repeated, my brain short-circuiting in confusion.

We both just stood there, staring, as if maybe the beds would magically explain themselves. They didn’t. And since the charming guy at the front desk was about as helpful as a damp sponge, calling for answers was out. Which meant we were officially stuck here in what I could only describe as the weirdest stakeout setup in history.

“Well,” Neal said, tossing his bag onto the closest mattress with a casual shrug, “at least we won’t have to fight over space.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You’re right; I don’t know how we’d survive otherwise.”

In the next beat, he’d grabbed one of the pillows and flung it at me, completely out of nowhere. It smacked me in the shoulder, and when I looked up, he was giving me that look—that smug, too-charming-for-his-own-good look that always left me just a little short of breath. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence. “Might as well make use of all these, right?”

“Oh, you’re asking for it,” I muttered, grabbing a pillow from a nearby bed and launching it back at him, fully prepared for war.

That kicked off what was, I’ll admit, a ridiculously fun half-hour of pillow forts and feigned ambushes across the bed maze. At some point, I found myself perched on one of the beds, trying to throw together some kind of barricade with a ridiculous amount of pillows while Neal “strategically” circled me with a smirk.

Then, because the universe hates me, there was a moment where he leaned in close, way closer than necessary to “take back” one of the pillows he’d flung. Suddenly, his face was right there, all blue eyes and easy confidence, and I froze, my heart doing this humiliating little flip. His hand brushed against mine as he reached for the pillow, and for a second, I couldn’t remember how breathing was supposed to work.

He moved in closer, his face dangerously close to mine, his eyes gazing right into mine, not faltering even for a second. His hand slowly reached for the pillow, but the rest of him stood there frozen, towering over me. I could hear his heartbeat just as loud as I could hear mine and my breath hitched, making me aware of the trance I was in.

He paused too, just looking at me with this amused expression that told me he’d noticed every single bit of my brain short-circuiting. Perfect. Just perfect. I could feel my face heating up, and I was about two seconds from combusting when he finally let out a soft chuckle, pulling away just in time to save what was left of my dignity.

“So…should I warn you the next time I invade your personal space?” he asked, clearly enjoying every second of my embarrassment.

I shot him the best death glare I could muster, though I knew I was blushing furiously. “Yes, actually. Please put it in writing. Triple signed.”

He laughed, plopping onto one of the beds across from me with that smug grin still plastered on his face. I tried to focus on the pillow fort, on anything but the fact that I’d just had a full-on breakdown over a single, stupidly close moment.

But of course, with my luck, just as things started to settle, the shrill beep of a radio crackled through the room, a reminder of why we were actually here. I sighed, letting reality pull me back, and Neal looked over at me, his playful expression fading into something more serious.

“Right. Stakeout,” he said, sounding only mildly disappointed.

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to steady my heartbeat. “Stakeout.”

We went about setting up our positions, his usual lightheartedness replaced by that sharp, focused energy he got whenever he was in “work mode.” But every now and then, his eyes would flicker back to me, a knowing smile lurking at the edges. And every time, I’d feel that stupid little flutter again, like maybe—just maybe—eight beds and a stakeout in the middle of nowhere wasn’t so bad after all.

[sonicboomrevisited]

When you think about it it’s suuuuper sneaky and cruel from Robo Sonic to trick Amy like that, considering that at the very beginning (if I remember correctly), in issue 1 when Sonic was only partly robot, there was a tiny little moment when Amy did reach him for a second and confusion came through his programming. Also he really knows how to mess with her and her feelings - I swear, each page he seems more and more like our Sonic but evil version.

Also I love how we still more on the humour side (especially after introspective part of issue 2, I LOVED IT WITH MY WHOLE HEART but like I said before, it’s great how SBR is balancing dark and humour, honestly the whole theme of Sonic being turned to robot is dark enough and you make sure we know it but don’t overwhelm us with angst). I think motif of the hunt for Sonic’s teammates has a lot of potential for situational comedy. not super related, but I can’t stop thinking about that one scene from Sonic Boom where Sonic goes “did you really think escape would be that easy” - I remember watching that episode for the first time and genuinely not knowing if he’s joking or not, and the whole scene of their fight in that episode made me thinking (not for the first time ofc) how unstoppable Sonic would be as villain and I love that SBr somehow explore that idea~ And it occurred to me how people often think of Sonic Boom as just comedy and fun - and yes, it is a sitcom and the rules of the world building are adapted to the genre, but hello- it is the only Sonic’s piece of media yet where Sonic is actually hypnotised?? Where Tails (mind and body) is actually turned into robot?? Where Sonic has a real mental breakdown about saving people, where Sonic is captured by the psycho fan- literally the list goes on. And honestly Boom!Eggman did many truly evil things, just because they were reduced to joke because of convention doesn’t make them less evil).

That being said, I still think that closer to the end of issue 3 vibe will get darker again and more angsty and honestly, even after everything I said about comedy aspect, I can’t wait for the drama as well! I trust your abilities fully and can’t wait for what you cooked for us!

(Also, i went back to previous pages to check that one scene i mentioned before. And going back to issue 1 - which was fantastic - I can’t notice how BIG progress you made in drawing and colouring, it’s incredible!)

Ahhh, asks like this makes me so emotional! It makes me incredibly happy to know how much you enjoy our dark storytelling in Boom's World. You're absolutely right that it tends to go to some pretty crazy places thanks to it's episodic/sitcom nature which have definitely helped inspire a lot of the stories we are telling and want to tell (It's not called "Revisited" for nothing)!

I'm happy my growth is visible. 😭 It's kinda crazy to me what I've been able to accomplish in a year. Especially since before this comic I didn't do much (if any) background work. I will say, though, while I (Multi) colored Issue 1, @star-stages has been in charge of colors since Issue 2!

I appreciate your faith in us! We promise not to disappoint!

[donascozylivingroom]

LET GO OF THE STRESS AND HUSTLE TO 'GET THERE'

I was scrolling through tiktok and i found a post by someone who told me if i am comfortable in my life i shouldn't be, because i am not working on my next level. i got annoyed and skipped, two videos later: "if u want to be more comfortable..." ... skip!

i'm tired of society convincing us where we are is not ok. i either must want to be more or less comfortable, never accept my life and improve upon the life i have right now with as tiny steps as i feel i can right now.

guess what - I AM COMFORTABLE! And I love it.

I used to be a master at hustling, doing everything i can to get my million dollars and NYC Penthouse. Manifesting didn t work for me until i learned to robotically affirm and persist, and since then i am getting everything i want. And yeah I still have resistance to 2 of my only big desires, everything else i'm getting affirming 1-3 times because i assume i only need to affirm once and i get it, i repeated that for a while and ever since manifestation has been so easy.

And yeah just because i didn t get my 2 main desires yet, I AM COMFORTABLE. I understand that those things I want so much are part of my soul lessons and why my soul came here. God/Source/myself before this life decided to make some things harder than others, and that's okay.

My whole life i was either uncomfortable because i didn t get something external, or worried - why am I so comfortable?

I learned to never do anything that is not easy because my plan for this life is to FLOW, but still i was fed by the media that i am not perfect as i am, or where i am. It's not true.

Wherever you are, it's your starting place, your zero point. And if you are experiencing it, you are probably meant to be there. I mean look around u in the present moment, not to your mind. Are you okay? You're meant to be here, boo.

How can you make your life more beautiful where you are? How can you be more grateful for what is around you? What you already have.

There s no rush, you don't have to get there tomorrow. I know when you are young it seems like you have to do everything very fast, and the speed of manifestation on this planet has improved since i was a kid, everything seems to be more light and fast, BUT...

There will probably be a few more years until the speed of manifestation will be instant, especially for every single thing.

You are part of a collective, a collective consciousness, and everyone must be on board until they push the START button from above 🤭😁

We are literally on this mission together, it's not just about you, it is about the ascension of Earth and its citizens.

Don't stress! Make it your job to relax whatever happens and you will see small improvement after small improvement which will lead to an easy, chilled life that is financially supported by the Universe enough that u have time to do your affirmations, your journaling, your shadow work, etc. Make it a habit to not stress, because stress is always misaligned since it doesn t feel good.

My life currently: affirming, journaling and pinteresting most of the day while in bed...earlier i did groceries and got a lot of things i love to eat and would be considered expensive where i live. Spent 120 euro today and i am in europe. I don't work. I only manifest haha. I'm yet to be at the financial level i want (one of my two desires i'm working on) but i still live a comfortable life, a life that energetically i wish i will have once i have lots and lots of money, because the vibes are amazing. I'd rather have this warm house and bed, friendships and good vibes than a view from the last floor in NYC from my bed, while ridden with anxiety and loneliness.

Ya know.. Everything will be ok, if you struggle to affirm meditate and try your affirmations just once to check how it feels with eyes closed within your inner being..and then check more affirmations one at a time... and ask yourself, your inner being: what do i really need? what do i really want? and when you are clear, then start repeating and manifesting.

good luck!

[deconstructthesoup]

Okay, well, I shouldn't have made myself think about Fig and Fabian's little sister, because now I have a whole fucking concept for her and her adventuring party in her Aguefort years, complete with Sandra Lynn and Jawbone fankids.

So... say hello to the Hellraisers, named for the fact that they had to perform an exorcism on their first day:

Faroe Lomenelda Faeth (she/her): The party wildcard and ultimate pastel goth, Faroe looked up to both of her older siblings from the get-go, even if her big brother insisted that they were archrivals sworn to destroy each other (it became more and more of an inside joke as she grew older). Taking a page out of both of their books, she became a bard---specifically, a College of Spirits bard, because she always loved the spooky stories about ghost ships and drowned sailors---but she also took a page out of Cathilda's book and became a Swashbuckler rogue, which really just meant that she could spar with Fabian and Fig whenever she wanted. Even though she never met Bill Seacaster, growing up in a converted pirate ship definitely gave her a love for the pirate aesthetic... though, she has absolutely inherited her dad's love of yogurt. Just mango-strawberry with fruit chunks instead of lemon. Hey, it just means that she can sleep in and eat a yogurt cup for breakfast on the way to school.

Parker O'Shaughnessy (he/they): One half of the Hellraiser's werewolf twins, Parker definitely inherited his dad and big sister's wild, grunge-meets-crust-punk energy. So much so, in fact, that he wound up becoming a Path of the Beast barbarian, fully embracing his wolf side and becoming almost as much of a wildcard as Faroe is. In fact, they're actually Faroe's best friend, and while they only sort of consider each other semi-siblings due to both being Fig's younger siblings, Parker and Faroe are definitely the revival of the Kristen-and-Fig chaos of the old days. Also, Parker is the drummer in Faroe's band, the Go-Ghosts. She's the lead singer and guitarist.

Luna O'Shaughnessy (she/they): The other half of the werewolf twins, Luna was much closer to her adopted sister and her cousin growing up, and she developed a deep fascination with the wonders and mysteries of magic. So much so, in fact, that she ended up not only dedicated herself to a god of magic, becoming an Arcana Domain cleric, but she also learned the secrets of wizardry, becoming a School of Conjuration wizard. And yes, this multiclass means that they're the backbone of the Hellraisers, in both healing abilities and crazy spell shenanigans. Everyone's a tiny bit scared of them, which they don't understand---from their perspective, they're just an awkward nerd who's passionate about their interests. Luna also plays the keyboard in the Go-Ghosts, inspired by years of tinkering around on the piano in Mordred Manor.

Marsh Runecarver (he/him): Marsh is from a Goliath family, but having an Archfey warlock for a dad has resulted in him being a Hexblood. He started school about a year later than normal due to his fey nature manifesting at an early age, so he's a bit older than the rest of the party---and definitely wiser. Marsh is a Circle of the City druid, and he's got a kind of laid-back, solarpunk vibe to him, which definitely lends well to him kind of being the unofficial older brother of the Hellraisers. Funnily enough, Marsh is also popular, in the sense that he's really nice to everyone, remembers everyone's name, and gets along with people really easily. He's also a fantastic bass player.

Arko Spitz (they/them): The party’s resident “little guy,” Arko is a goblin and a Battlesmith artificer, who uses their skills with tech and robotics for... well, a number of things. For one, they're a theater techie who started out manning a spotlight and quickly graduated to running and programming the lighting board, and they've also designed some special effects. For two, Arko's inventions have proven invaluable, either in combat or when there needs to be spying done. And for three... they have a well-earned reputation as the greatest prankster that Aguefort Adventuring Academy has ever seen. They don't even have the wild "class clown" energy, they just like to make robots and do crazy things with them to see if they can. The academy waits in anticipation and dread whenever the word "hypothesis" comes out of Arko's mouth.

Roshini Gupta (she/her): Captain of the cheer squad and high-femme lesbian icon, Roshini is a fire genasi and the Hellraiser's third multiclass---well, she's mostly a Sun Soul monk, but she's also got a few levels of Genie warlock in there (and yes, her patron is her parent). She's well aware that she's the only prep in a party full of alternative oddballs, but she doesn't mind at all, and she's always very supportive of everything her party members get up to. Like, Roshini will attend every Go-Ghost gig, pick out supplies for every hare-brained scheme that Parker and Arko are planning, help organize every Green Team event with Marsh, and so. Much. More. Roshini believes in bringing the cheerleader spirit to everything she does, so much so that the Hellraisers have joked that she should take a level of paladin.

Aaaaaand... that's it!

(Picrews here in case anybody wants to draw these goobers)

[starlightseraph]

time for my second doctor who series/season review that no one asked for!

1: pretty good. instantly loved belinda and her dynamic with the doctor, and i continued to be invested in mrs flood. i loved the goofy looking robots and spaceships. the real hero of the episode was the “polish, polish” robot. 8/10

2: very good. lux was silly and a great character. the concept was cool and i thoroughly enjoyed it. 8/10

3: excellent. i never thought they’d do a sequel to midnight, and i was a little apprehensive at the big reveal because i didn’t want the episode to derail and turn out badly. but it didn’t. i just kept getting better. so fucking awesome. belinda was still going pretty strong here too. 10/10

4: nice. i’m glad we got more of ruby, and conrad’s hatefulness was very well done. the episode was obviously only a shallow dive into the podcaster bro/manosphere/right populist pipeline, but i didn’t expect more. i wish they’d let ruby be angrier, but i’m glad they let kate be properly and rightfully vengeful. 7/10

5: such a doctor who episode. the gods of stories, a giant space spider, the doctor connecting with humans. i loved it. it just epitomised the vibe of doctor who on the whole. i have a tiny very semantic quibble with pacing, but it’s hardly relevant. 9/10

6: nope. fuck this one so much. it really, really could’ve been a great episode. it had potential. it just crashed and burned so hard by trying to stand on flimsy principles and totally a undeveloped analysis. this is where they really lost me on belinda. she’d been less of a foil for the doctor for a bit, but i just assumed it was because she was getting to know him and was starting to trust him more, maybe out of necessity. but they just completely trashed her central character here, it was sad. dugga doo was the only thing that came out well. thank you murray gold for this episode’s only redeeming moment. thanks rtd and juno dawson for absolutely nothing. 1/10

7: this one had a lot of really good elements, and it made me hopeful for the finale. i think the pacing was off, but the basic framework and plot points were good. i was excited to see rogue, appalled to see conrad, and very baffled by the whole bone-stuff thing. the rani seemed to be building up well, but i was confused as to why their ultimate goal was bringing back omega. like, ok? sure? but i feel like if you’ve spent two series creating suspense around the rani’s comeback, there were better things to base her plot on. i still liked both the ranis and thought their plan and susan were going to be intertwined in some way. 6/10

8: absolutely bonkers. holy shit. so much insane stuff happened?? firstly, why did they sideline belinda? it was so annoying. and her ending… don’t get me wrong, one of my biggest dreams is to be a mother and i think having kids or being family-oriented is a completely valid path. but she literally did not show a single crumb of interest in anything domestic throughout the season. she was clearly focused on her job, she was living with a bunch of other people, hardly eating, barely getting through her day, and single with no partner, no expressed interest in a relationship, and no interest in children. her settling down with poppy would’ve made so much more sense if she’d interacted with a child even once throughout the series and had a soft spot for them or something. but this was just out of the blue, clearly not written for her, and plain weird. idk why they couldn’t have still tied it in with ruby’s story by connecting it with adoption or found family in some way. why they used poppy from space babies, i have no clue. anita was apparently only pregnant because the actress was, but i was still kinda shocked lol. they really need to give rose something to do. really. the entire episode was just really anticlimactic, at least where the climax was meant to be. the rani and mrs flood and omega were just kinda passively removed from the narrative. it all felt a bit pointless. but then. the sudden regeneration. and that. holy shit. i love billie and rose but i’m incredibly skeptical about what they’re gonna do here. we’ll see ig. 4/10

overall this series was an 8/10 for me. the first 5 episodes were strong, and the good ones were really really good. the 6th one was fucking awful. the last 2 were just weak. i didn’t hate them, but the last one in particular was both weak and insane.

[plumadot]

Can I see more of your builds on your server? Especially exteriors it’s so inspiring for me

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa of course gkjfkdgj i hope this won't be too long but i'd love to show off my little area

i built real close to spawn because i made farms that i wanted to be accessible to everyone... and i wanted to be there in case new people enter the server :D

my house/storage. it's too small. i need to make a bigger storage system asap. at one point some folks built a big blender on top of the tower gfjdgkjfg also yes that is a tiny jimmy behind the house we'll get back to him soon

bamboo farm!!! it's terribly inefficient but it looks pretty!!!!!!!!!! all the barrels around the farm are filled with bamboo and anyone can take however much they want :D we do a little communism

honey farm!!! the redstone breaks constantly but it's ok it works too well anyway. i love watching the bees. i wish people would take more honeycomb i have too much of it

juice bar!!! yeah that's the blender that was originally on my house i repurposed it!!! also made this whole build simply because i managed to put a custom model into the game gkfjkg

spawn nether portal!!! not much to say about it i'm just happy i was allowed to decorate it because i had a VISION(tm)

couple of bots and my tiny lava farm :D first bot just walks around. the second guards my house. the third spreads ehhh pollen or something. the fourth makes music :D i care them very much

moss farm!!!!!!!!! i tried to make it sorta look like a lab? it's hard to make round shapes in the block game but i keep trying every time hehe

my magnum opus?????? i love this windmill. it has no function other than bubble elevator into the mines. i just think it's pretty

robot factory!!! also no function!!! just lore(?)!!!!! i like the colours so very much...

my smelter setup :D it's meant to be used by everyone but it's a little bit tucked away gfkjdgk i hope people can find it

and last but not least: some guys. just some little dudes. vibing (jimmy was initially made for me as a little gift so i gave him his rancher...)

that's my area :D this was fun actually i think maybe i can do a server tour eventually to show off everyone else's cool builds too :O !!!!!!!

[eztilsolar]

(is it okay if i use your humanformers design BUT in rodifish? I'm really in love with him. If not, it's alright, robot rodifish or humanformers rodifish, nothing change in my little fic)

Walking on the beach, feeling the fresh air on your damp skin, the sun hitting hard in this late summer evening, you were taking some time for yourself. You finally had a week for yourself from your work, and you couldn't be more gratefull.

The water was nice, all over your feet, a little crab running under a rock, shells coloring the sand,... everything was good.

You keep walking, a precise destination in mind. It's a little hidden place with big rocks, perfect for laying there and enjoy the last sunrays with no one to disturb your peace.

In your backpack, you brought your meal, some slices of bread with tomatoes and olive oil, a very simple delicious meal for the evening to watch the sunset.

Reaching your spot, you take out your towel, spread it on the rock, ready everything, take off your clothes to reveal your favorite red and orange swimmsuit.

Everything was good. Good music, warm water, sun slowly setting down... Nothing could go wrong...

Except for this one weird form slicing the surface in the horizon. Unfortunately, you didn't see at the right time, only the tail's tip, making you believe there are whales. Except that whales weren't present in this aera, something you don't know...

Taking your stuff, you decide that going watching the whales over there was better than your safe, perfect little spot.

It was good ! There was a cave right where you wanted to settle. Seeing that there is still time before it was dark, you decide it is a good idea to explore the aera.

It seems stable enought, the cave being old, weathered rocks all around you. It was cool, green, red and yellow rocks, witnesses of the weathering of the rocks, was coloring the walls. A mistake of yours, you weren't looking up, at the ceilling, where claws marks was showing...

Going further in, time seems to erase, only enjoying the moment. Feeling like an explorator, Indiana Jones from wish vibe, narrating every steps you made in your head, a fresh and strong gust of wind hit your back, making you shiver. Shit, was the sun already set and the air was getting cold? But the cave was still warm and cozy...

Going against your instinct, you keep going. The cave was getting only bigger. After some minutes, you reach wat seems to be a nest. Green and dark brown algeae in a circle around a big pool, some dead fishes in a corner, shells and corals decorating the entier walls, multitude of colors setting a joyfull ambiance. The person who did this really was a genius. It was beautiful. Walking in the many tiny puddles, the water was way warmer than the sea.

You were... hypnotised. You couldn't take your eyes off of it. You let your bag slide off your shoulders, and walk toward the nest. There were again shells and corals, with little colorfull rocks, and the pool was also warmer. It was good.

A melody, faint and beautiful, rang in the cave. Weirdly, you couldn't react to it. It was as if... as if...

As seconds quickly pass, the melody grew stronger. You sit in the pool, feeling your legs tired from the long walk you took. Just like your legs, you become tired, even sleepy. But everything was good. Your body feel light, your mind away from its usual worries. And two, big, gigantic blue eyes bend over to look a two, with a sweet smile, the creature's shadow looming over you. The melody continues, lulling you slowly to sleep. You manage to hear purrs, heavy purrs.

Red and yellow scales around the face, two very thin yellow fins, webbed cheeks and big hands. You can only see the big creature's hands reach for you before you fall limp onto its palm, before falling heavy asleep.

The creature knew right at the moment it saw you on the beach, you had to be his. You were so cute! you were a tiny bipedal version of him with his colors ! And seeing you going into his nest, he knew you were his. So he waited for you to be deep into his cave for singing you to sleep.

When you were finally in his hand, he gently scoops you (you were not bigger than his palm), hop in his nest, and cuddle you against his face. He licks your entire body to clean you. You were warm, all squishy, and your skin tasted good...

He installs himself all comfy in his nest, snuggle you all against his chest, secure you against him, and fall asleep, purring out loud of satisfaction.

He was going to pamper you, cherish you, keep you just for himself...

Tadaaaaam ! I hope you like it !!!

Writting this fic, i had some questions about rodifish...

I wrote his nest to be in a cave, out of the water, but can he stays out of water? His nest in underwater because either he can't breath out of water or it's his prefereces to have it out ?

Is he more fishy look alike or robot look alike ? Does his body is a mix between robot and tail or complet organic ?

Does he even sing lol? I turned him into a siren more than a mer but i though it could have been interesting.

And at last, would he "eat" his little human ? Vore! Siren! Rodimus ? I'd love it to just him keeping his human in his mouth just like aligator mamas do, not swallowing (even if he could do it by mistake with how tiny and delicious you are...)

He can stay out of water for long periods of time, maybe three-four hours. He’d probably have two nests, one underwater and one above, just for the reason that he has many visitors. He’s more robot look alike but he is half organic!! His internals kinda work more organically while his hard, robot bits are on the outside. I explained it better in my google doc (which I cannot reference at this current moment-)

He occasionally sings, he does more humming and trilling, think of a whale song.

Also, I don’t think he would. He thinks they’re neat little creatures and likes to watch and engage with them. He would do the carry in the mouth thing though, I fear

ALSO THANK YOU!!! I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time, I adore this so much! He actually has a humanoid version of his Rodifish design! It’s somewhere on my alt lol- I like how he’s like “well, they’re in MY colors and in my cave, so obviously I get to keep them!” Because yeah he would

[revelboo]

laying my coveted collection of three (3) muppet dvds down at your feet/general offering table. my soul for some bluestreak, if you wanna. if not then enjoy the muppets- but! i never knew they did cover songs for stuff like "got my mind set on you" by george harrison and kokomo until recently!! or that bluestreak brought "the muppets take manhattan" with him onto the lost light!! idk i really like the mental image of this giant sci-fi robot next to kermit the frog, not doing anything in specific or whatever, just... vibing. if some cybertronians think humans are like weird protoforms, i cant help but wonder what they think of muppets, ykwim??? either way, have a happy new year!!

Blue needs some love and he’s such a goober sometimes. I can see him absently humming Rainbow Connection

Where I Belong Pt 10

Bluestreak x Reader

• Carrying you back to his quarters, he absently rubs a servo against you and warms when you hook an arm around it to hug him. “Sorry about worrying you. I didn’t want to bother Ratchet and it wasn’t really that bad. I’ve seen worse and-” Trailing off when you look up at him. Because he knows he’s rambling, but you don’t huff at him. Don’t tell him to shut up. You never do and every time you don’t his spark aches with it. With all the things he wants to say, but doesn’t dare. “Sorry.”

• When he smiles that self-depreciating smile, that sense of a lost boy lifts through you again. He’s older than you, much older, but still it’s there in the fear you see in his optics sometimes. An unsettled feeling you don’t know how to deal with, but that makes you think the smiles and chatter on the surface are all for show. That he’s still reaching for you like he had that first time, desperate and afraid. “Don’t apologize. Just take care of yourself. I like having you around.”

• Do you? No one else does and his servos flex around you as he lets himself into his quarters and sits on the side of his berth with you. Reluctant to give up your warmth. Feels bad about clinging to you like he does, but can’t make himself stop. Optics shuttering as he braces for the rejection, he mass shifts. Hears you yelp as you end up in his lap and he wraps his arms around you, chin on top of your head. “I like having you around, too.”

• Heart racing, you shudder and try to shake off that awful feeling of falling. Not even sure why you’re surprised by anything at this point when you live with a giant alien robot. Shrinking? Sure. Why not? “Warn me before you do that next time.” Or you might get sick on him. Distracted when he so gently curls his fingers around your wrist and pulls it to him. Watching him line up his palm with yours and even smaller, his hand dwarfs yours.

• “Sorry.” You’ve always been so small and fragile to him, but putting himself closer to your size really drives it home. Your hand so tiny in his. “I just wanted to hold you. And I can’t normally because you’re so small and you’re still small. I feel like you’re going to break,” he murmurs, embarrassed. You’re always touching his servos, hugging them, trying to comfort him. He wanted to return it, but still can’t. Like he can’t begin to explain how much he loves you for being with him. For not abandoning him when he’d needed you. For keeping him from being so alone.

• “I’m not made of glass.” Shifting more to sit across his lap, you reach back and find his other arm and pull it around you. Encouraging him to hold you like he’d wanted and you lay your head against him, seeing his door wings lift from the corner of your eye. “See?” You can hear his internal systems and the thrum of his spark as he cautiously rests his hand on your hip. “This is okay.” Breath catching as his head dips and his cheek brushes yours. That hand still curled around yours tugging so he can brush his mouth against the inside of your wrist, his optics still shuttered. That gentle touch spreading warm through you.

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[clonedchaos]

GUYS GUYS GUYSSSS IM LOSING MY MINNNNDDDD TRANSFORMERS ONE WAS SO GOOODDDD THIS IS LEGIT ME RN:

Okay, but seriously though, I really enjoyed it and want to make plans to see it again. So if you haven’t already, I highly recommend the film. It’s criminally underrated in terms of the box office, so go show it the love it so rightfully deserves!!! 🥰

Anywho, if you want to hear nonsensical spoilers, feel free to read below the cut.

Childhood me would never think I’d be somewhat shipping Optimus and Megatron but like… yeah I understand what y’all are getting at in your tumblr posts. (Fr though, their friendship was so sweet. D-16’s betrayal really did hurt. And it’s been a while since I’ve seen such a well done relationship like that in the media. They’re just two silly lads who genuinely cared about one another and yet got driven apart by vengeance.)

Every single time Bee said “Badassatron” I’m sobbing— He’s such a goober. Bumblebee was always my favorite as a kid, so I have a soft spot for him (even if Orion and D16 were my favorites in this film). “KNIFE HANDS” he’s a safety hazard. (Also him being slightly insane and making inanimate objects his friends to talk to and being self-aware that they’re fake— I AM STEVE?!)

Sentinel essentially saying “Nu-uh” to D-16 when he was rambling about his plans.

Why did they keep saying miner? 😭

Starscream is such a neeerddd per usual. Dang he’s simping for Megatron (I’m kidding y’all, I miss poking fun at the silly plane man)

Trion basically adopted these tiny 4 robots and yes it is canon 💯 (Bro shouldn’t have died, I wanted silly dad shenanigans 😭)

Orion- “Hey Darkwing, my finger can transform”. Meanwhile D16: *knocks Orion the heck out and then proceeds to get punched by Darkwing* My favorite part of the movie ngl

I am very Bumblebee core tbh. He’s just a silly little guy. A silly guy with knife hands.

Bee saying his dream was to work for the government had the theater and I howling (this was a very fun theater experience actually, loved the vibes)

The boys are just casually scared of Elita. Girlboss 💅 (Also I love that her and Arachnid had a fight. I vaguely remember them having a fight/maybe rivalry? In Transformers Prime. Speaking of which, I need to rewatch that. Its been years and I never finished it)

I’m sorry but the whole “Starscream” namesake and then D-16 damaging his vocal cords is obvious irony but still. Nice touch.

”Why did you gag him?” “He wouldn’t stop talking.” “Even when he was unconscious?” “ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WAS UNCONSCIOUS!” Bee’s certified yapper moment

Orion’s whole arc and relationship with D-16 is sad when you pair it with how they are in other iterations. Like, the reason Orion/Optimus would’ve been a stickler for the rules and order was because he was afraid of losing someone again like he lost D-16. (I can’t remember if their backstory is the same all across the board, its been a while since I brushed up on transformers stuff)

The animation was genuinely very pretty. I love the little magic sand particles and the way Megatron’s eyes have a glow trail as specific examples.

The child in me kept kicking my legs and screaming at the references. The mask! Roll out! When D got his signature arm gun I internally lost it. And Chris Hemsworth’s voice at the end of the film was a really really good Optimus voice.

“Is it… getting closer?” Meanwhile Bee: *running away for his life* (both him and Orion running at the start of the film absolutely took me out)

Okay I might do a follow up to this tomorrow, it’s late and I have work in the morning. I’ll think on some more things I want to add as well as some headcanons! Stay tuned!

[p-receh]

EPISODE 1

preview arc

Spoiler alert as always.

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A significant contrast of ambiance I noticed when watching Gentar arc was the TV version used a lighter tone than the comic counterpart. And ... did the area feel bigger and brighter here?

I like that this version started in space rather than on earth. If they wanted to convince the audience the season 2 events happened within two months, they really needed to show how tight it was.

Unlike Sori and Windara's arc, this time I have to read the comic AND watch the show back to back.

This show has only 4 episodes but I felt like I'm missing something in the first ep.

For instance...

How the heck did the final goal from utilize Daun's 3rd tier, "Rimba/Jungle", into Api's 3rd tier, "Nova"?

Even the comic didn't bring the name in Baraju's early arc. It was a suggestion from Hang Kasa, not an order by the other person(in this case: the Commander).

And the show didn't explain the reason behind the commander's brief about this and you expected us to easily grasp it??

The show's barely started and I'm like:

"Am I missing something from Windara???"

They may want to cut long expositions of who those were and immediately shortened into the main issue. Mixed some lines from Baraju's arc so they could quickly jump into action for the future tv show. That's also why the gang was in this cut to bridge the story between Gentar and Baraju.

Except, Papa Zola resigned from the main cast (along with Adu Du and Probe). This arc is officially his last appearance in the Boboiboy series. He will be focused more on his adventure with his family in the upcoming movie later this year.

Also, I think it's funny, but when Gopal told Oboi to use Fusion elementals other than Frostfire because of how frequent it was, I laughed at the irony when Supra was in the mix yet he didn't even bring it up. The comic version made more sense in context since it was the only fusion he always used before Gentar by the way😅

Anywho, the TV ver started the story where the gang had to split up due to an unexpected distress signal during their journey to the planet Volcania. After that, it thematically followed the same structure as the comic ver, issue 15.

I said this in my preview post, we got to see Gentar's introduction right from the get go, especially in the opening vid. Aside from the main gang, the elementals are replaced with Gentar(but still got some tiny bits of Gempa & Hali for the sake of fusion part).

Oh, not to mention this is the first transformation where Oboi's front bangs cut sideways. Which IMO, that cut was cool as heck! Man, I love his suit on the tv ver! So good ... 😘

And I love how exaggerated his entrance was. The spotlight, the speeches, the ambiance, and every surrounding supported him as if he were the self-proclaimed celebrity in the block. And I love he purposely dragged his power-ups longer than the comic ver. It. Was. That. Necessary.

(If you guys telling me that this is not Boboiboy and totally a new character, I will 100% believe in you)

Other props to the tv ver is his weapon. They want to show how big and important it is. Not just randomly pop-out. Thus, enter his magnetic powers to assemble all the scrapes into his iconic hammer.

To match the whole "lively" vibe of the theme, the animation took very high notes of Japanese anime style and geniously incorporated into their 3D renders.

At first I thought they would go spiderverse-esque but using this method is also perfect for this arc. Kinda reminds me of Snoopy's art style actually.

(and also ashamed of why Sonic Prime didn't do this method even though their flat animations had some potential wtf!!!! Yes I'm still salty over the 2nd and their final season other than the animation period)

Ehem.

Okay. Continue to the main antagonists themselves: the Probe x Jo robot hybrid and Adu Du introduction.

I appreciate the animators that still manage to make it as creepy as ... I'd say the FNAF / Poppy Playtime horror standard. Although kinda a bit downed with the lighter background setting.

(now, will my country censor the horror part? Gonna be a nuisance I'd tell ya🙂‍↕️)

Whooo man when Adu Du entered the frame, my eyes instantly widened. I still remembered my reaction to how much his character development changes in the comic. But God I'm still not prepared in tv ver! Especially in this shot!

Like, sir who are you and why you are so cool?!?!! 😳😳

Aaaaaand that's all for now, onto the 2nd episode!

[pinyeti]

STARTING STARWARS HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS

Episode 4: A New Hope

I LOVE GOLDEN FACE

I love tiny robot guy r2d2

Is this a cult abducting him- theres no way baby robot is a protagonist right 

I just know they landed on a planet thats soooooo significant to the story line

OFC THEY LAND ON THE PLANET WITH DARTH VADERS SON WHAT A COINCIDENCE

I already love r2d2 and goldenfaces dynamic 

Sucks watching them talk about his dad WHEN I KNOW ITS DARTH VADER CMON WORLD YOU SPOILED THIS FOR ME

I love the music thats always playing its pretty refreshing 

30.33 ONE PIECE MENTIONED!!!!!

OH landing here wasn’t a mistake it was on purpose okay got it

The force = haki

Ofc Luke loves Leia

She’s cute 

Hes cute

OBIWAN IS A FUCKIN HTO AS FUCKKKKK I LOVE HIM HES SOSOSOSOSOHOT

ALDERANANANNA

I LOVEEEE OBIWANNNAKANANOVBIII HESS SOSOOO HTO

This is basically Harry Potter if Dumbledore was hot

Ohmygod OFC DARTH VADER IS A MOUTH BREATHER ofuckincoURSE HE IS

I dont get it why is Darth vader hunting jedis is he working with the govt? Why do they want jedis gone did I miss something (yea the first 3 movies)

Darth Vader has??? Mind control 

THIS IS CRAAAZZYYY FOR 1977

OHMYGOD UNCLE OWENNN IS THIS LUKES MY PARENTS ARE DEAD/DYING NICO ARC

Head cannon Luke wanted them dead cuz he did not want to look at another harvest IM GIVING UP ON YOUR DREAM UNCLE NOT MINE

omGGG OBIWAN IS A WHISPERER SON OF APHRODITE PIPER WHO

Lovely elephant looking snakes

Damn Luke is cute blonde guy growing on me

They just destroyed a whole planet for …vibes???

ONE HOUR IN????

WHATHEFUCK???NO FYCK THEYRE HEADING TOWARDS DARTHVADER ON THEIR WHEELBARROW

Ofc luke is on a ship with the pope kanobi and 8th grade atheist solo

I LOVE THIS MOVIE?????????

Noway Darth Vader said I smell him I smell my “buddy” obiwankanobi GAY GAY GAY

Theyre gonna dress up as storm troopers 

THEY DESSED UP AS STORM TROOPERS

Sorry Luke storm trooper is not a good look on you guess its genetic

Solo tho is rocking it

Aww solo BEING SO UNNATURLally POLITE HES SUCH A BAD ACTOR

Theres no way obi wan DIED

AYOOOO LUKE IN ORANGEEEE I LIKE

Oh solo’s name is Han okay

OMGGG R2D2 AND GOLDENFACE GOODBYEEE

WHAT IS DARTH VADER AND HIS CUNT MINISTER DEAD????

WHATS GOING ON???

Man tell me this isnt gonna be a love triangle please

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