And Of Course I Had To Draw Nightshade Again Heheh

hey. don't feel bad about writing submas angst. gamefreak did that to them. exploring that space and playing in it is entirely reasonable. it makes sense to want to look at the twins' separation, and the different ways things could go after PLA/what happened to separate the two of them. just tag it, like you would anything else, and move on your happy way.

it does not make you ableist to explore canon. and hey, as an autistic adult? ive written a power fantasy where emmet gets to be unhinged with an axe! i have 5k of nonhuman ingo human emmet written up and not posted because when i was a kid i always hoped i was some fae thing and not human! my power fantasies encompass those things and so much more.

none of this is inherently ableist. emmet did not go apeshit because he is autistic- he went apeshit because the world stole the most important person out of his life and he would not let that stand. in any of the many aus i have where one twin or the other is nonhuman, it's not because they're autistic, it's because they're copying the other twin, and there's other people in the world that are also like that! it's my personal power fantasy, and I'm going to write it! it's not inherently ableist!

finally, certainly none of this is comparable to an extended hate campaign intended to wipe autistic people out of existence. don't feel bad about writing these things. tag them, make sure you're not doing it Because they're autistic. and then don't espouse any autism $peaks bullshit and you will be fine.

if you try to argue that your experience is more authentic/important than mine i will block you. please learn about competing access needs, and move on

Pov: you’re eelektross and while you can’t distinguish individual words of the human lexicon, you sure understand the vibes (and the vibes are not to your favor).

Also an emmet that’s perfectly normal about his joltiks:

Blacked out twice and these appeared

what's the plural of odo

Part I

A/N: I am sick and can't stop sneezing from some allergies that decided to cruelly attack. So, I wrote three pages of a cute little drabble out of nowhere that I may or may not continue because, as always, I have Ideas.

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

Summary: Emmet is sick. Ingo frets.

***

Thrown forward by the force, Emmet gritted his teeth as he felt the spasms travel down his back before tightening at the bottom of his spine. The pain repeated itself twice, three times, again- 

“You are not going into work today like this. You can’t even stop sneezing.” Glaring up at his brother, Emmet’s body betrayed him as he tried to plead his case. This time he sneezed five times in a row and could feel the frustrated tears welling up in his eyes. He did his best to not let them show.

“I am Emmet. I am-” Hm. He did not like to lie, and he wasn’t sure he could claim he was fine. “I am functional. I can still complete my duties as I am.”

Ingo stared at him, verrry judgemental, which, well. Emmet had collapsed on the couch as the sneezing fit had overtaken him. But he had recovered! Ingo seemed to be waiting for it to happen again, and Emmet wouldn’t give him the satisfaction even as he could feel the burning at the roof of his mouth and the terrible sensation of something almost dripping and the burning increasing- 

“That is your fifth attack since we woke up, Emmet. We have only been awake for an hour.” Ingo had, at least, waited until Emmet had recovered and blown his nose. “Even if you show no other symptoms and this is a case of allergies, I highly doubt working underground with trains and Pokemon battles will help you recover.” 

“Allergies are always the worst after waking up. As soon as we get to Gear Station I will be fine.” He hoped he would, at least. Was it lying if he wished it wasn’t one? 

“And if you are not?” Mm. That was not a question he wished to answer. Ingo seemed to realize he wasn’t going to get an answer because he sighed heavily, shaking his head. “Let me take your temperature one more time. If it has remained unchanged, I will not force the issue and allow you to go.” 

“Deal!” Emmet beamed, muffling another few sneezes into his tissues as Ingo left to get the thermometer. After he finished blowing his nose, he made a face and immediately held the tissues out towards a fretting Garbordor. “I am once again verrry grateful we have you with us.” 

Their precious little thing gurgled happily before devouring the tissues, Emmet gently patting the steel she used for her arm. Since Ingo’s fretting hadn’t allowed him to dress for work, yet, he could feel how cool it was against his hand, the sensation nice after his body felt so heated from all the sneezing. 

“Emmet.” Startling at his name, Emmet looked up to where Ingo was sitting beside him- When had he gotten back? No, better, when had he sat down? “Please remain still and I apologize for any discomfort.” 

Ah. Ah. It was the ear one. Emmet hated the ear one. It must have shown on his face since Ingo’s expression softened before he held out his free hand, Emmet quickly latching on. “I apologize, I know you don’t like this. It is the surest way to confirm your temperature, however.” 

“Nn. Hurry?” Emmet shut his eyes as soon as Ingo nodded, trying to not squirm at the invasive feeling. As soon as it beeped to confirm it was finished, Emmet was jerking away and rubbing his ear. It usually wasn’t that bad, but his ears ached. Probably from all the sneezing? “May I be allowed to get dressed for work, now?”

“You may not.” Wha- But he had let Ingo take his temperature! He had said-! “I might not be, as well.” Emmet squirmed to look at the gauge at the clear worry in Ingo’s tone, squinting at the number and then wincing, and, okay. That was… not great. “Emmet, your temperature has risen three degrees within the past hour.” 

“Maybe it was wrong?” Emmet suggested weakly, whining when he felt Ingo’s hand against his forehead. He hated it because it felt cool and he knew what that meant, especially as Ingo gently tilted him forward before feeling at his back, collarbones, and upper sides. “Bad?”

“Bad.” Dammit. “You’re burning up. Here, lean back- Good. I will get you a cold compress and some pain relief to bring your fever down. After I will call us both out of work-”

“No- Wait, wait, don’t give me that look,” Emmet whined, waiting a moment to make sure Ingo wasn’t about to cut him off, first. “I’ll stay home. And rest. But at least one of us should go in. Gear Station cannot be missing both of its bosses.” 

Ingo looked like he was just barely stopping himself from pacing as he stood from the couch, bullying Emmet into laying down fully and stretching out. He then looked at him again before sighing. “You will rest? And call me on my breaks? Or fi it gets worst? You will need to take your temperature every hour until it starts to drop, and-” 

“Ingo,” Emmet interrupted, laughing and earning him another sneezing fit that Ingo handed him more tissues for. “Thank you. And I will be fine. I have been sick before. Besides, if you stay here you will likely get it as well. One of us should be healthy.”

“I’ll get it no matter what with how clingy you are when sick,” Ingo, the liar, complained. He then brushed Emmet’s bangs back and leaned down to kiss his forehead, Emmet relaxing and growing soft and mushy. “I will still get you a compress and the medicine you need. I am not running the Super Singles line so I will leave you Chandelure. She will be able to monitor you if things grow dire.” 

“Worrier,” Emmet grumbled, even as he softened into mush at his brother’s care and worry. “Softie.” 

“Brat,” Ingo shot back, ruffling his hair. “I will be back.” 

It may have been the rising fever that Emmet had somehow missed up on waking up first thing, but between what felt like one moment and the next he was wound up in blankets on the couch and the front door was closing after Ingo left. 

Chandelure chimed softly above him, Emmet freeing a hand to pat cool glass, “I will be fine. I will heal. Worry about Ingo. He gets verrry lonely without me there to annoy him.” Ah, but in truth, Emmet got just as lonely. 

Squirming in his prison-slash-nest, Emmet opened up his xtrans and sent a message. ‘chandlr crying. misses u verrrrrrry much. come home soon.’ 

‘I am amazed at how you continue to defy autocorrect even with a fever.’ Heh. ‘Drink water. I will be home soon.’ 

‘Mother Ursaring.’ Emmet leaned over to grab the water he had been left and take a couple of sips. ‘Love you.’

‘I love you as well. I will be home soon.’ Mm… Emmet stared at the words, slowly frowning and hoping it was just his fever that filled him with a sense of unease. 

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

first tumblr post, first submas fanart (from over a year ago lol)

looks like someone accidentally boarded the ghost train to hisui

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oh no this is gonna be hard 😭 i dont listen to much

S- See You Again // Tyler, The Creator

Q- im sorry i CANNOT find a q song :(

U- Underground // Cody Fry

I- In the room where you sleep // Dead Mans Bones

D- Dirty Night Clowns // Chris Garneau

T- THE MEAT GRINDER // Japanesecoffee

H- Hit my spot // ur pretty

E- EAT SPIT! // Slush Puppy

S- Sex Concept // SOFIA ISELLA

Q- still cant find a q :(

U- Unbroken // Man on the internet

I- IT GIRL // Aliyahs interlude

D- DEBT COLLECTOR // Jhariah

A- Absence // Rio Romeo

T- TERRIBLE THINGS // AXIE

aaand there we go :3 i dont tag people so just do this if you see it!

bored so i thought id do a tag game :)

rules are you have to pick a song for each we letter of you name and/or username if you don’t wanna use ur real name :)

T: Two Pills by TX2

Y: You’re gonna go far by Noah Kahn

L: Loving You by Thomas Headon

E: Enchanted by Taylor Swift

R: Rise and Grind by Noahfinnce

tagging: @riceandcurry3 @newsies-lodging-house @st0rmyseas @nosuchthingasdeadlanguages @misha-misha @bigmack2go @paralleluniversesfan @apairofnewshoeswithmatchinglaces

no pressure :)

Cybertronian Units of Time: a Guide

…concocted by me, via:

Canon Definitions

Most Common Terms Used in Fandom (that I have seen)

Most Common Interpretations of Aforementioned Terms

Math That Makes Those Terms Make Sense Together

Filling in the Blanks With What Sounded Good (to me)

So essentially I began with Cybertronian units with explicit definitions in canon that are also widely used in fandom (ie. Vorn = 83 years, Joor = 6 hours, Groon = 1 hour). I then worked my way out from those and tried to keep to rough factors of 6/8/10.

Some terms that did have explicit canon definitions had to be slightly skewed from their value (ie. Breem: 8 → 6 minutes, Klik: 8 → 6 minutes) if their definition contradicted another definition that made more sense/fit better. 

At any rate, obviously no one is obligated to use this standard, but canon Transformers content has been unfortunately… awful at establishing any universal units of time, their relationship to each other, or their equivalents to human units of time.

So this occasionally makes fanfiction an absolute nightmare for people like me with a crap memory who don’t want to constantly have to scroll through a thousand pages of the wiki to remind themselves what the hell a groon is.

So, naturally, I simply spent far too long whipping up this at-a-glance guide to keep track of it & on the off chance that the fandom might adopt it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

(PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU LIKE IT SO THAT MORE FANS CAN SEE IT!)

I think it’d be funny if you could just hover over the MC’s shoulder and peer pressure them into going off script