#and cold detachment

[brainrotcharacters]

Pspspsps (Odysseus shoots through those twelve axes in the middle of momentum or he doesn't even glance at the direction of the axes as he shoots through them)

[divineandmajesticinone]

RESTART THE SERIES I Official Trailer "I want to ride you."

[punkrastination]

Harry + Gentle touch

This man deserves to be pat on the back and feel good about it (Kim is ON that mission)

[truuskn]

i want to talk a bit about my second favorite prowl. idw-2 prowl. i think this version of him is one of his best characterisations, not in terms of character development (alas, they didn't have time to do much with the story) but in terms of the qualities and traits gathered in him. let me elaborate. in my opinion here we have a pretty good balance between his cold, mean and rude side which everyone is accustomed to and his deeper, tender and more vulnerable side

so. he's a prick

he really is. he's even had his career stalled because he pisses everyone off, guys... he could have been a big shot but because of his temper and behavior the main position was offered to chromia (she certainly deserved it too, i just find the whole situation very funny. and i love that prowl doesn't rage about it in any way, he doesn't care about rank or status. he knows he's the best, lol). he's mean and sarcastic, throwing caustic comments left and right, there isn't a single character he hasn't said something nasty to, whether it's an innocent young soul or a future fragging prime. he doesn't care. he doesn't like anyone. he doesn't like you either, the person reading this! the only thing he likes is scaring poor kids and getting on everyone's nerves. i think he has that kind of attitude written into his factory code or something, haha. i mean, orion pax literally uses prowl's image to explain someone's else discontent, i'm crying

so, yeah, he's a pain in the ass. but!

he has friends, people close to him. he cares for them, in his own way, of course, but he cares. the picture with his colleagues in his house? all those discreetly spoken words of support and encouragement to his subordinates? his rare but warm smiles? oh, my heart. he's also actually a worrying person. he easily blames himself for any mistake. he can't stop thinking about rubble's death. he's so affected by this incident that he keeps bringing it up on and on even though more frightening and serious events begin to happen to them. and he talks about it to others. i don't think it's so typical of him to show his true feelings to those around him. and again, in his own style, but he does care about the people connected to his life, about the bratty troubled kids he has to watch out for, the last thing in the world he'd want is something bad happening to them too

this whole situation with rubble made him very concerned. he can't stop thinking about how many more mistakes he'd made and how many more people might be hurt because he hadn't been good enough. his pain is eating him up, so hard that he just can't hide it any longer in the depths of his soul. he's in such despair, in such despondency. but his friends are really trying to help him going through this and isn't that wonderful? someone's finally taking care of my baby boy... oh, also i like the way his pain is expressed - through rage. yeah, prowler has some serious angry issues. suits him <3

and the best part - GREEN!!!

who'd have thought prowl would be the type to get someone to take care of!! especially a pet dinosaur. he's so gentle and affectionate with her, i'm gonna explode. it's really the best thing that happened to his character

very cute, right? well, that was enough. back to his dark side

he's the best officer out there. brilliant mind. great fighter. he's also a cop. and he's violent on the job. ouch. stalking suspects and beating the shit out of them... and threatening people with a gun... here they are, the notes of a rule-breaking jerk. if it works, it works. that's the main thing. does it really matter how?

[screechingfromthevoid]

Something that I love about orym is his refusal to play ludinus' game. He said one (1) thing about his family. "Cold comfort for my family in the ground" and promptly never indulged him again. Because if you give people the space and the room and the decency to explain their point, you're treating it as if it's a real option. And orym never really considered it to be a real option.

So he didn't indulge him. He said fuck you I hate you and that was that. He didn't care about motives or trying to make ludinus feel bad or sway him any which way. Orym saw what ludinus was and refused to treat him with any seriousness. Because he was wrong. From the beginning to the end.

[nalooksthrough]

The thrilling sequel.

[flustersnaggle]

WE'RE TAKING OVER THE WORLD, ONE KISS AT A TIME!ㅤ

"mittie" (full name trophically-transmitted parasite, any pronouns) — erratic // good // party animal

general (head): skinblend // facekit // face gradient // face undertones // hair + ombre // ahoge // brows // eye preset // lashes // eyes (hu tao) // black sclerae overlay // eyeliner (base game) // teeth // mouth recolor // head bizarre flowers (pollen) // ear bizarre flowers // branches // leaves general (body): body preset // skinblend // skin color // skin tints // arm gradients // leg gradients // body gradient (eezo shot jewels) // nails // vine overlay 1 // vine overlay 2 & bizarre flowers // arm petals (nascent petals) everyday: top (dream home decorator) // shorts (backyard) // shoes (gotta go) formal: choker // top (sweater vest) + shorts (distressed shorts) // shoes (base game) athletic: top (base game) // shorts (carnaval streetwear) // shoes (gotta go) sleep: top (horse ranch) // shorts (base game) // shoes (base game) party: choker // top (leila tee) // skirt (i couldn't find a working link...) // shoes (get together) swimwear: outfit (base game) // feet hot weather: top (jungle adventure) // shorts (daniel shorts V1) // shoes (gotta go) cold weather: outfit (snowy escape) // scarf (no. 3) // gloves (home chef hustle) // shoes (get together) extras: poses 1 // poses 2 // fish inspired by @puppycheesecake's bizarre plantsim family!

thank you! — @atomiclight, @pyxiidis, @valhallansim, @serawis, @raccoonium, @simbience, @saruin, @ssspringroll, @plantainboat, @diesus2412d, @reibies-sims, @pinkpatchy, @dizzyrobinsims, @zaneida-and-sims4, @obscurus-sims, @noodlescc, @crilender, @gummyheaven, @auralixx, @magic-bot, @dansimsfantasy, @nucrests, @sentate, @aharris00britney, @ayoshi, @helgatisha, @the-daydream-archives

[seijorhi]

have you watched solo leveling rhi?

nonnie i am this 👌 close to starting a jinwoo fic you don't understand

[salty-an-disco]

speaking of Cold having impulsive thoughts and not intrusive ones– as he is in the construct, I don't think Cold ever had any intrusive thoughts, since he genuinely considers every thought that enters his head as interesting enough to try it out at least once

But I do think in an 'out of the construct' scenario, he'd develop intrusive thoughts. And because they're very similar to the impulsive thoughts he already had ("what if I stabbed this person on the heart?" except the thought actually perturbs him now instead of seeming mildly interesting), he'd struggle with seperating them from his actual wants, just adding to his self-image of being an irredeemable and terrible person that everyone is right to be afraid of.

[shinniekinnie00]

...How would Douma handle a lustful follower?.... (little one shot thing by me)

Note: uhhh hi this is my first time posting fanfiction on here... I hope y'all enjoy my interpretation of Douma... GAHHHSJSJ 🫡

It's just any other day at the Eternal Paradise cult.

Followers left and right crying and venting out their troubles and sorrows, wailing and flailing their arms as they end up bowing to the floor. Right infront of their gracious lord and saviour, who was watching them, a sympathetic yet detached, unbothered look in his bright rainbow eyes. He automatically comforted each and every one of them, with unwavering patience and sweetness, giving them his advice they need the most. Although none of this moved him within, it all feels like nothing, just a simple mundane duty. No hard feelings.

It was like this everyday.

The next morning, there was barely anyone than the usual. As Douma read a few pages of written scrolls mindlessly with his usual soft smile on his face, softly humming a sweet tune, the quiet of the room was lightly cracked when his servant politely knocked on the door before sliding it open.

"Lord Founder... we have one today."

Douma quickly glances at his servant, offering his sweet, unbothered smile.

"Oh! Sure thing, please let them in if you will." he politely says, never ceasing his smile.

His servant bows politely, not saying a word and gently ushers the person in.

A woman. Upon the sight of Douma, she stifled some giggles as she makes her way infront of him. As she did so, Douma with his usual calm and easy-going demeanour took one full scan of the woman. This one was different however, unlike all the women who came into his cult, this one had an unfamiliar, unrecognizable aura with her. He wonder what it was though, from the way she looked straight at him, her pupils wide as she gently bit her finger, stifling her never-ending giggles.

"Welcome there, I'm the Eternal Paradise founder. How may I help you today, dear follower?" taking his crown off and lightly dipping his head as he says his usual line with that easy-going chirp in his tone.

She giggled again, eyeing him ludicrously... with a hint of something he doesn't really know yet. It was piercing though.

"Oh, hmm? Is that so?" she says softly with her giggles, gently biting her finger as she fidgets with her kimono.

"Eternal Paradise... quite the name, don't you think?" she continued off, making her way to kneel infront of him, never ceasing her piercing eye contact with him.

Douma chuckles softly, not quite sure what she was implying. He still maintains his sweet, unbothered smile as he adjusts himself on his beanbag chair.

"Yes! That's right, so... what's with the look? Is there anything bothering you, dear follower?" he says in his signature soft, chirpy tone, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand.

She giggled again, sighing delightfully right after.

"Mr. Founder... will you help me with more private things? I think I can trust you with that don't you think?" she says, giving him a sultry look.

To Douma, he still doesn't get what she implies nor with that suggestive gaze of hers, he thought she looked quite pretty with that look on her, however he remained unaffected.

"Private things? Ahahaha! I'm not quite sure what you mean with that... you’re quite pretty too I must say!" he says, his soft voice drifting off to an easy-going, nonchalant laugh.

"I think we should spend day and night together... in your private quarters perhaps, hmm?" the woman purrs, trailing a hand to her chest and torso.

Douma watches, still perplexed by such a request, but he didn't let her suggestive words taint his unbothered sweet smile one bit. Instead, he found her pathetically, miserably foolish for such desires, things he just couldn't grasp on. It was just all nothing to him. Just the usual inherited ridiculousness of humans.

"Ah... hmm. Is there something else I can do? I'm afraid I don't offer services like that. Perhaps you can find an oiran or mere prostitute?" he inquires politely, his posture and expression remaining indifferent in the tense, awkward moment.

The woman pouts playfully as well as scoffing at his polite yet cold response.

"Oh, Mr. Founder... I do not care about them. All I want is..." her eyelids droop, and her cheeks flush, oozing her pure sultriness as she takes her pause to eye him wantonly, biting her lip as her eyes wandered from his broad shoulders to the bottom of his waist like a lustful, carnal predator.

"You..." trailing the last word like the ending of a soft ballad.

Douma however, even as he observed her odd gestures simply didn't feel nor understand the commotion within her, so he instead just found it pathetically amusing, wondering what else she would say as his sweet unbothered smile remained.

"Aww. That's so cute..." he trails off as he slowly stands up from his beanbag chair, fluttering down infront of the woman who was becoming into a flustered, blushing mess, seemingly satisfied that he came closer, excited what's to come next.

Douma's sweet unbothered smile however remains, and as the woman took in the sight of him, deep within, something about his sweet unbothered smile seemed.... eerie. As throughout the entire interaction, that smile of his clearly remained right on his face, no matter how suggestive she tries to be. Something feels very off, but she remained in her place, thinking he was attempting to entice her as well.

"Hm. How odd. I never really met a follower like you before telling me things I never heard nor thought about. It's so amusing... ahaha!" He lightly teases, a hint of easy-going mockery in his tone as he adjusts his cloak, pausing to think.

"But... I just feel so sorry that no one, not even me can help or understand that burning commotion you feel inside. It must be so difficult, hmm?" he softly says, his sugar-coated, condescending words travelling its way to her ears as he gently takes her hands into his own. Her eyes slowly become wide with sudden fear and annoyance as he ventures a little closer, almost as if he's pulling her into a hug, but before she can protest or let go...

With a gentle yet strong tug, Douma automatically pulls her into a hug, thinking he would soothe and ease her from her pathetic state, as she struggles from his grasp.

"Aw...there, there, you poor thing..." he softly murmurs in a lullaby-like yet patronizing tone, his strong arms gently wrapping around her back so she wouldn't escape him, to the seemingly unfair world he believes this woman happens to be from.

"This world... is so unfair, huh? No one there to help you... but me... but please don't worry, as the founder of the Eternal Paradise faith, I will grant you peace from your overlooked misery and desire..."

The woman tried freeing herself from his tight grasp, even desperately calling for any of the servants nearby, but he gently hushed her cries, rubbing soft circles on her back.

"Aw, don't you worry, my dear... everything will be fine..." he trails off, as if he were singing a sweet lullaby, discreetly unleashing his blood demon technique, preparing to 'save her'.

"You won't have to feel anything difficult nor think of ridiculous things no more... because I'll grant you true peace and happiness, through me."

And with that, his blood demon technique rapidly strikes her, her muffled wails abruptly becoming dead silent as his body takes in her woeful, fresh corpse. Before all of the woman is completely absorbed, he gives her one last gentle pat to her back, as if assuring for her safety.

For a few seconds all was silent, as Douma detachedly reflected upon this strange yet amusing interaction.

"Huh, what a miserable existence... I'm sure she is truly happy now..." he quietly sighs nonchalantly before he gently gets up from the area.

"Humans..." he sighs again in an easy-going, relaxed manner, making his way to his beanbag chair, fluttering down as he rests both of his elbows on his knees, staring into the ceiling.

"Such pitiful, lost things. They just need a sweet kind-hearted guy like me to help them out..."

THE END.

[laissezferre]

The Haris, after killing someone

[darkpsychprincess]

rose petals in my mouth

red flags in my eyes

love me wrong

and I’ll haunt you right

Darkpsychprincess

[pawnedprince]

giving you guys a totally different vibe of rat bastard man today

[mariocki]

L'armée des ombres (Army of Shadows, 1969)

"It's impossible not to be afraid of dying. But I'm too stubborn, too much of an animal to believe it. If I don't believe it to the very last moment, the last split second, I'll never die."

[taffingtons]

no no mala you're right, please please please talk about dean's transatlantic accent, please.

(the referenced post and my tags on it)

aaaaaaaa IT DRIVES ME BATTY!!

dean domino is not british. he does not have a british accent. he has a TRANSATLANTIC accent (also called mid-atlantic). wikipedia page here -- 3min youtube video explaining it -- 6min youtube vid about its history -- 23min youtube vid about its history (and how cary grant is Different, and also how to speak it). i wish i could find better examples for dean's specific version of it on youtube, but alas, it'd involve more time than i can give considering i'm still at work. but: dean domino dialogue for comparison!

it makes sense why people zero in on british, because it partly draws from RP (received pronunciation, not role-playing) -- and especially with how he uses a very lilting version of it -- but dean is specifically using a transatlantic to call back to old hollywood, theater, and radio

........... and the reason i went off about it in those tags is because i've seen soooo many times where people lean WAY too hard into stereotypical british phrases when writing his dialogue. people can obviously write how they want, and to suit the versions of the characters they're writing -- but to me, a HUGE part of dean's portrayal is his voice, and beyond that... he just. he doesn't tack "love" at the end of sentences, he doesn't use british terms instead of american, like -- i've seen him turned straight up into a british caracature 😭 thereby also completely washing out the rest of his actual character in favor of that

[androidboy]

considering changing 🦇’s emoji to 🐦‍⬛. we bonded over iwtv but we don’t talk about it anymore and he likes birds. still brainstorming other possibilities tho