#goofy rambles

[goofy-transformer-stuff]

So I just had a fun thought based on the Amnesiac Megatron AU over on @yayasvalveplay 's blog

Imagine after breaking the AllSpark, Optimus gets his memories wiped and Megatron decides to take full advantage of that.

[liimonadas]

randomly rememebered a very silly maya content creator AU i came up with like 2 years ago. its just dumb fun haha

[rorydrawsandwrites]

Yeah okay sure

[briarhearts-art]

satbk au where instead of being the lady of the lake, amy tries to pull caliburn out of the stone and isn't able to- so instead she just carries the sword AND the stone around like a hammer and becomes king arthur instead

[rayjayoo]

figuring out everyone's designs as i go ft dess and susie this time

[moving-blogs-uhhhh]

Every single fucking day I open the Hal Jordan tag to see the fanon Batfam side of tumblr demean and mischaracterise him so thoroughly just to make a straw man out of him to bully because apparently the man who has intergalactic authority over Bruce shits his balls around the man. Y’know, the man without fear, as he’s famously known as. Everyday I pray they open a comic.

[glitchgh0sty]

Decepticon!Prowl au Prowl lore dump 🤲😈

Let’s just say- something’s shifting in the Decepticon facilities

Don’t even mind me just spewing context 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️:

Towards the beginning of Prowl’s isolation, he would have to connect to the surveillance systems in order to facilitate his own inputs [as any normal bot would], HOWEVER, over time, through his self isolation, these inputs became second nature to him.

No longer is Prowl ever truly disconnected from the system,, as he has spent so long attached to it that even if he is outside of the command room he is still in some ways, connected.

It bagan with little things,, random glimpses through current security footage during recharge, a tingle of cannons being fired, phantom pain from an injury a soldier had just endured despite not being anywhere near the nerve feed panel. Over time, these inputs became precise and consistent, not as clear or understandable as when he was hooked up to the machine but still noticeable

He decided to keep this revelation away from Shockwave as the chances of Shockwave deciding to experiment with it and mess up his connection to the system in general far outweighed the benefits of Shockwaves input 💀✨

As Prowl began to communicate again,, [Tyy Jazz] he actually grew annoyed with the inability to press his own influences into the system as it was able to influence him.

But as his frustration grew, things began happening around base, once again, it started small,, projecting data into certain computers just by looking at them, mending frayed connections across base by simply asking the wires to do what he wanted them to do, collapsing mechanical walls inward on themselves, prying open the floors, moving security cameras remotely, and weaponizing the pipe and electrical systems

Over time- with more newfound communication skills [*big breathing* “ty Jaaazz”]- his base understanding of how the devices received input improved

Spoof of whatever thAt looked like ✨:

Let’s just say it’s easier to “talk” to some devices over others- and depending on what you want them to do it might take more or less convincing and bargaining

[margo-mania]

My Brisnova freebie sticker for this year. Since i'm Cosplaying harrow (probably badly) i'm gonna be handing out this bad boy lol

[goofy-transformer-stuff]

I have not taken this in years lmfao

This checks out

[octopus-in-disguise]

Ryland Grace has the worst case of Main Character Syndrome. Bro actively tried to remove himself from the narrative and Stratt was like “Nah. You gotta save the world whether you want to or not.” Poor little meow meow wet cat scientist can’t catch a break

[goofy-transformer-stuff]

TFA and TFP Megatron both chatting at a table.

TFP OP: Well my short counterpart, it looks like we will have to seduce them

TFA OP: You mean kill them, right?

TFP OP: I said what I said

TFA OP: Damn

[that-faerie-in-the-corner]

"warrior penelope au" this and "warrior helen au" that, where's my warrior andromache au where she gets to spear the shit out of achilles to avenge her husband and her family. couldn't the world be beautiful

[pureshadough]

"the diverged costumes are a roleswap au where shadow milk takes pure vanillas place as the good guy" ❌ WRONG. ❌❌❌❌❌ WRONNNGGGGGGGGGG. THE SAGE OF TRUTH IS IN FACT WORSE THAN SHADOW MILK IS

My understanding is that Diverged is a what-if centered around Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla swapping which halves of the Virtue of Knowledge they possess, and nothing more. This reflects upon their social roles in ways that make it seem like there's also a rather drastic difference in personalities on the surface, too, though on the Sage's part I'm of the firm belief that this is an intentional misdirection. His presentation is meant to lure others into a false sense of security; the air of mystique and seemingly boundless wisdom he carries himself with is his performance of Truth, wielded with probably just as much malintent as the Beast's embrace of Deceit. I suggest all of this because of one crucial detail in the costume story: At the end of the day, cookiekind doesn't know ANYTHING about either version, of their own volitions.

Just as Shadow Milk is the mask that the broken and spiteful once-Fount of Knowledge wears, proudly wielding contradictory information and over-the-top lies to sow insecurity in others (while shielding himself), the Sage of Truth is a mask of poeticisms and a friendly disposition designed to subtly redirect away from what lies underneath, instead leading the masses down mysterious rabbit holes towards mind-breaking revelations and despair, all the same.

Both of them are larger-than-life and untouchable in the ways they carry themselves, with the simple difference being in just how outwardly cruel they are to cookiekind. While through different lenses, I think they likely pursue the same goal of paying forward their thousands of years worth of resentment, and where Shadow Milk pulls the strings and orchestrates one's psychological torment directly in their face, the Sage of Truth leads others towards their suffering on their own terms with not but a warm smile and encouraging nudge. It is a betrayal that nobody ever sees coming, and that he will furthermore never take the blame for - it's not his fault that one finds these revelations so painful, after all.

So, for the amount of people in the fandom who believe him to be anything other than just as malevolent as the original, I think that just goes to show how well his performance works.

[paperstreetlocal]

request👅

[jinmukangwrites]

I had a debate with my coworker about the Jedi not being crib robbers, regardless of the outcome of our argument, it has got me feeling ill about the parents who gave their children to the Jedi before or even during the Clone Wars. I'm watching Rebels and Kanan sounds so sad when he says he didn't know his parents. And then replaying Survivor, Cal has a conversation with Mosey about parents, and I remember that Cal is from Coruscant.

Like, imagine you're a parent. You probably live in the more poverty stricken levels of Coruscant. It's only a few years before the Clone Wars, but there's no way you could know that. All you know is that you have a baby in your arms, and there's Jedi in your home telling you that your baby is gifted, and that if you are willing, you can give your child up to a higher purpose. You'll probably never see your baby again, never see him grow, but... he'll grow up on the surface of Coruscant, in the Jedi Temple. He will not suffer poverty like you and your family, he will grow up to understand the mysteries of the Force and he'll become a peacekeeper of the galaxy and for whatever reason known only to you... it seems worth it.

You give your baby up.

And you wonder about him. Visiting the upper levels, you do the math in your head of how old he must be, and then you look out into the crowd made of trillions and wonder if you'll ever see a shock of red hair.

You never do, but that's fine. Your son is a Jedi, and maybe that's enough for you.

But then the Clone Wars come. And, not only do you see the Jedi join and lead their side of the war, but you begin to see the adult Jedi bring their young children with them on to the battle field.

Do you feel nothing? Do you feel anger? Acceptance? Do you think your baby is a hero? Do you go to the protests?

You watch the news, and perhaps you feel sick wondering if your baby will ever show up as a corpse.

But you never see him. And you're not sure if that's fine.

Years pass. The Jedi are branded traitors.

You hear about the masses of deaths, even the children are not spared from being branded as traitors and marked for execution from your new Emperor. Your baby is 12, or perhaps, was twelve. Perhaps 12 is the oldest he got, if he's lucky. That sticks with you.

You carry on.

Maybe you make a life for yourself within the Empire. Maybe you suppress the grief you must feel for the baby you gave to the Jedi all those years ago. Maybe you wallow in it. Maybe, on dark nights, surrounded by the never ending sounds of Coruscant, you think back to those simpler days, when there was no war, and you held your baby for the last time, and you think about what if. What if you held him tighter, and told the Jedi to leave. What if you worked harder to give him a better life yourself. What if you watched him grow, and he wasn't made a soldier, and he didn't die before he could become a teenager.

What if.

Years pass. You continue.

There's rumors of rebellion. You have your opinions on the Empire, on the rebels, some are deeply buried secrets, a bias you cannot escape, no one can know but that connection to the Jedi lingers.

Years pass. About a decade.

And you walk out one day, and you stop in your tracks, because you did not expect to see anything continue from your grief, the end of his story you told yourself.

A billboard shines in the darkness of the Coruscant lower levels, which isn't new, but this billboard stares at you.

A head full of red hair. Eyes that remind you of your partner. Scars scratch his features but his cheek bones remind you of your father.

Jedi terrorist.

About 22 years old.

Wanted by the Empire, and you don't know what to think but you know exactly what you're feeling.

And time moves on, and you're not in his life, but he's alive. Fighting against the Empire, while you continue to exist under the ruins of the Jedi Temple you gave him to, glancing up every once in a while, to see his face staring back in the light of wanted posters.

[azzayofchaos]

Drawing for @ironstakes YCTiB AU. Featuring actual, Kakashi from Naruto, which was slightly bizarre to draw. I tried to mess around with his design and make something fun, but I don’t think I know him well enough as a character, so hopefully this will suffice.

I love this AU dearly, it is completely hysterical, and Kakashi’s misunderstanding around the nature of Etho and Tango’s relationship is *chefs kiss*!

Also, @tiamatisobscure hehehe