#? i dont remember which they are tbh...

[ganondoodle]

got this reblog on one of my posts were i talked about being anxious about the future of the zelda series after totk and-

i even went back and unblocked them just to check my own post and check twice what they meant exactly- but i still dont know how they got to these conclusions

i never said i 'want a good uwu ganondorf' (bc that would mean hes aligned with hyrule bc thats how goodness works!!!!11!1!!!), i also dont think of any of the zeldas as 'whores' (seriously, where did that come from?? neither me nor the addition of someone agreeing with me said anything like that??? did they think bc the addition called tloz misogynistic means we think zelda is a whore????? huh???)

its also funny how they say they want zelda to stay a simple fairytale rather than have 'people like me' bc .. one point i talked about in the og post was how the evil arab thing VS good white people media likes to do so much is so normalized here that its simply seen as a simple harmless fairytale trope instead of a big underlying issue in general media and the writers might not even realize it (which is worse) bc the most 'generic' appeal is to people who dont think of it as a problem in the first place, because it is so normalized

(huh, i wonder about what kind of person that part was about .. hmmmm)

(ALSO funny they mention princess hilda as nuanced villain ... like ... wow they are so nuanced about purple haired people!!- like guess why we want a nuanced/less badly/less flat written ganondorf and what he, in particular, has not in common with other villains! its not his hair color! .... or was that point supposed to mean .. look we have one female character that is a villain, its not misogynistic! idk honestly)

(and the classic, "you just call it this/dont like it bc its not what you wanted !!!!!!!2!"1!112!!")

also funny how its 'never gonna be progressive enough' like asking for the franchise to maybe put a little more thought and nuance into their white divine right vs evil desert man simulator instead of making it worse is already asking too much

(i dont know what the last point has to do with anything??)

(also yes totk is racist, like most if not all of the franchise and a alot of other media as well, shocker- you can still like it though, i and plenty of other people are still fans of it, we just wish they did a little more with their stuff and maybe not make the racism problem WORSE)

(also yes the hyrule monarchy is also evil :))) )

(and also not so secretly so either :)) )

[sleepis4theweak]

I went on a walk today and was dodging ants the entire time so I didn't squish them. And then today @mushtoons mentioned something about Raph and animals and this popped into my head...

so MUSHTOONS THIS IS FOR U GUYS ILY

[rapidhighway]

i NEEDED to redraw these panels from archie idk this little part was just soo good, mwah! Also I used this as an inking exercise :3

[slingbats]

testing a brush set I forgot I had, drew these while my wifi was out for like. 3 hours

[static-scribblez]

if i had a nickel for every time people attempted to cancel or deplatform will wood over stuff blown out of proportion just before a big ww event i would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

[flufflecat]

go white boy go

[banesberry-anomoly]

Rolls up with a new Clef design

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 755: Departure 2

Pag 1

2: Ding ding

3: The boarding the flight number 621 to Fukuoka, departing at 10:30 will close soon

4: If you're boarding, please speak to the staff member closest to you

Pag 2

2: Ah, that guy is angry

Shh

3: Oi

4: He said “I'm coming”, right?

Yessir!! I called him thirty times but he only picked up once....

He just said “soon”....

5: Then why aren't you here, Manamii!!

Pag 3

1: There's the Inter High soon, the Inter High!! Buah!!

So-sorry, I even sent many messages, but his current location-

It's been more than thirty minutes since you've said that, how's that soon!?

Pag 4

1: “Arriving late is a crime”!!

“Causing troubles is a serious crime”!!

Yessir

We told him that, too!!

3: Alright, I put Manami's ticket there, let's go

Huh!? Next to the window!?

That's a little-

Enough

4: Let's go, Yuuto, Tobirama

This time we'll fight as five people in the Inter High

'lright

Yes

No, but, he's the captain!?

Can't be

5: Ah... this must be my ticket

Pag 5

1: Kyushu

3: Take me there, too!!

4: Waaaa, Manami-saan!!

I'm so glad you came!!

Thank you so much!!

Well...

You really are like an here who arrives in the moment of need!!

Pag 6

1: Oi, don't misunderstand!! We were the ones in a pinch and this guy was the culprit!!

Yessir!

Sorry!

Ah, you exposed me...

2: Don't think you can dodge the matter of your tardiness just with your mood and cute face!!

Ah I thought I could make it

3: So?

Why... why were you late?

4: Ahh, I forgot my passport, then I remembered and turned back to get it

5: Ohhh... that's a problem indeed...

Wait!! You don't need a passport to go to Kyushu, right!?

Pag 7

1: Woah!! That was a clever excuse, Manami-san (It was so cool!)

It wasn't clever, and now let's go!!

Did you doze off?

2: Mh...? Well, on the train... it was only one stop?

So he really slept too much...?!

3: Jou-kun and Yuzukoshi-kun went on ahead?

4: They went there with yesterday's flight

Huh!

5: So, when you said “passport”, earlier- what was it, really?

6: Did you really turned back to go get something?

7: Mhh, how should I put it

8: In order to fulfill the final promise....

Pag 8

1: “The final promise”?

It was

3: a necessary piece

4: You're still wearing that ridiculous hat, Manami?

Ah... it's the one Ashikiba-san wanted last year... (Yuuto)

This is for exclusive use during the Inter High

Ohh... “exclusive use”, cool (Tobirama)

Pag 9

2: Kyoto... Kyoto...

7: Small fries!!

Pag 10

1: Then, should we go?

Are you...

Pag 11

1: finally ready?!

2: Yes....!!

3: Mi!!

6: This year's victory will be ours

Our long-awaited victory

Pag 12

1: It's checkmate!!

2: They're coming!!

3: They're coming!! One by one, to this land of Kyushu!!

4: Won't it favour us!? It's our hometown – us, Kumamoto Daichi!!

[huldrabitch]

All the DA2 romances alsmost feel a bit unfullfilling to me, are there many others that prefer Hawke single with the subtext of an unspoken Varric thing?

[princeofcyberpunk]

A wholly lawless underground town that is ruled by the criminal syndicate Cipher..

[sideblogdotjpeg]

hey guys does anybody know whats the date today

[insufferablemod]

hmm realizing that the ship i like properly Ship the most is probably arasol...

[mothbeasts]

i miss posting and making and engaging with ieytd content but I will be honest sometimes it feels alienating. as a lesbian.

[girlbob-boypants]

I was really hoping we'd get a deeper exploration into the trauma of the Tenno children and how they were exploited when New War threw up that content warning but it was really just the one scene where you make the deal with Wally.

[torchstelechos]

*Steeples fingers together* The peer review process is important, its good, it means that your biases dont get past first draft stage. Having said that it did hit me with the psychic blast of "Oh shit thats actually worst, you know thats worst right?"

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Hey y'all remember Eat Shit & Live, Blitzwing? Y'all want a fun short thing I churned out that takes place sometime after that fic? Here you go! Punched out while waiting for my nails to dry and not spellchecked or proofread at all, have fun!

💜

The day is cool, a soft breeze wafting off the lake and the sun peeking out from scattered clouds. Alexandria had babbled the entire car ride, insistently pointing out the window and shouting, “Cloud! Cloud, mommy!” 

Emily had just replied that yes, that was a cloud. When they neared the air base, she started shouting out other things she saw, like planes and helicopters. She shouts an enthusiastic greeting at the guard who checks Emily’s ID when they arrive at the gates of the base. 

When she’s finally released from the confines of her carseat, she jumps up and down excitedly, already knowing what their little trip entailed. 

“Hand, hand, give me your hand!” Emily shouts, chasing after her daughter who is practically skipping towards one of the hangars. She finally slows down and grabs the outstretched hand, but continues to bounce up and down as they walk into the hangar. 

It was a newer building, built for use by Decepticons. Much higher than those used to house military and passenger planes. They walk past the massive desks and chairs towards the back, where there’s an elevator. It takes them up to an upper level filled with human sized desks and chairs, at perfect eye-level with Cybertronians. 

“Bitz! Bitz!” Alexandria starts shouting, looking down at the hangar. 

“He’s coming! Calm down, honey,” Emily says as she drops her purse on a desk. 

“Bitz and Lug-ug?” Alexandria asks. She takes an offered stuffed elephant from her mom. 

“Yes, they both should be here,” Emily replies as she sits in a chair. She checks her phone as Alexandria runs about, looking around the office space. The barrier between the work area and the drop into the hangar is solid thick plexiglass that comes up to Emily’s chest with no gaps, breaks, or small spaces a kid could squeeze into. The triple reinforcement also means that Alexandria is able to push her whole body against it without it so much as budging. 

Various work emails talking about changing the shift schedules and overhauling the tech in the tower to be able to better communicate with the Decepticons. She’s punching out response when she hears the large door of the hangar whining open. 

Emily gets up, standing next to Alexandria as she squeals and bounces. The most interesting thing Emily had experienced from being around Cybertronians was their smell. Those that flew smelled like ozone and burning metal and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on but was this faint chemical smell. Those that drove smelled of dirt and burnt carbon and that faint chemical smell as well. 

The smell of burning ozone drifts over before Blitzwing comes into view, his calm face smiling at them before snapping to his jack-o-lantern one. He cackles excitedly as he approaches, Alexandria jumping up and down in excitement as he approaches. 

“Hello, hello, hello! How are you little one?” he laughs as he stands right next to the barrier. 

“Bitz! Bitz!” Alexandria shrieks. “Mommy, up please, please up!” 

Emily reaches down and hoists her daughter into her arms, just high enough to rest her tiny hands on the edge of the plexiglass. She looks over to watch as Lugnut walks in the hangar as well, clawed hands holding a stack of metal rectangles. Megatron steps in a moment later, instantly drawn to the commotion. 

“Your sparkling is growing well,” he comments as Emily sets Alexandria down to run along the edge of the plexiglass. 

“Oh yeah. She went through a growth spurt recently and completely outgrew a bunch of clothes,” Emily replies. She knows that this likely means nothing to him, given the major difference of species and societies, but he and the other Decepticons she interacted with regularly appreciated the updates regardless. 

“Out of curiosity, what do you feed human offspring that young?” he asks. She’s running up and down the length of the plexiglass, Blitzwing following her with his gaze. 

“Same food I eat, organic stuff, just mashed down or cut up so she doesn’t choke on it,” she replies. “She’s loving white cheddar cheese right now. She’d eat a whole block if we let her.” 

Emily thinks for a moment before asking, “What do yours eat?” 

“Specialized formulations of energon, made to have more minerals and easier for the tanks to digest,” Megatron replies. “As we age, our fuel tanks can handle less processed energon. I could eat raw energon crystals and be perfectly fine.” 

“Wow,” she says. Lugnut has since walked over to wave at Alexandria. 

“You grow stronger every time we see you, tiny puny human!” Lugnut shouts. Alexandria squeals in response and jumps up and down. 

“Heard the Autobots might re-enter the picture,” Emily says, looking over at Megatron. 

“Discussions are occurring,” he admits. “For the obvious reason of not wanting to share the energon crystals popping up, I’m not impartial to it. However, Governor Nakamura is the one making the final calls in regards to who does and does not aid in protecting this state from the Quintessons threat.” 

“She’s not talking to the ones who bailed, right?’ Emily asks. 

Megatron chuckles. “Of course not. She is, although, talking to the only Autobot who has ever bested me in battle.” 

“Optimus?” Emily asks. 

Megatron nods, slowly and reverently. “Correct.” 

Emily pauses for a moment, thinking. “He wasn’t the one to pull Autobots out of Michigan when the Quintessons attacked?” 

“Of course not. He loves this stupid mudball too much to even think about leaving it defenseless.” 

“Then who made the call?” Emily asks. 

“The Autobot government is run by various bots, all assembled into one unit known as The Autobot High Council. In the absence of the Magnus, who is the highest leader to the Autobots, the Council can make a decision without their input, so long as they have a two-thirds majority vote.” Megatron pauses, glancing over to gauge Emily’s reaction. “From my understanding, Optimus Prime, now the Magnus of the Autobots, was dispatched to the planet of Nebulos to aid in clean up and recovery of Quintesson attacks. He could not be reached by the Council when the attack on Earth began. And thus, the Council unanimously voted to pull all Autobots and Autobots forces off of Earth, leaving you with only your military forces to fight back the surprise attack.” 

Emily’s jaw drops. “I’m sorry, unanimously?” 

Megatron nods. “Perhaps there was one bot who voted against it. But my current understanding is everyone who was present voted to abandon your planet.” 

Emily opens her mouth to say something but loses the words. She rubs at her face and mutters, “Fuck.” 

“I can assure you though that Optimus does respect your planet and, so long as there is no additional meddling from the fools running his faction, he won’t turn and run,” Megatron says. “Honestly, even if the Council told him to turn and run he wouldn’t. He’s quite stubborn.” 

Emily just nods in response, looking at Alexandria, watching as she holds her stuffed elephant up to them and babbles about it. She remembers the day the Quintessons attacked. Everyone in Detroit, even the whole state, remembered. She remembered the fear that gripped her tight and every horrible scenario that ran through her head. To think that it could have all been avoided if a bunch of alien robots on a completely different planet hadn’t made the call to abandon them. 

It didn’t make the Decepticons better, per se, as she also remembers the Battle of Detroit. But the difference was they were here, fulfilling their end of a contract, and not turning tail at the sight of danger. Hell, some of them were even nice enough to take time out of the day to make faces at her toddler and ask about her development. 

Megatron breaks the silence, saying, “Regardless of how their plan pans out, I can assure you everything is going well on our side. You, and the rest of your gross species, will be allowed to continue to live in safety.” 

Despite his words, Emily can’t hear any malice in Megatron's voice. She snorts, “Thanks.” 

“You’re welcome,” he replies with a wry smile.