MetBoy's web journal

This is for my personal stuff, reblogs, etc., and is a Mod Blog for my character blogs shown below.

[ahruon]

2015 was the 20th anniversary of Seiken Densetsu 3, here is a little tribute!

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アンジェラ by なかの　まる@nakanomaru925

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Inviting Princess by NeoCoill@NeoCoill

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アンジェラ by なかの　まる@nakanomaru925

[chibiskitty-donna]

Have you ever had that moment when trying to look up something to explain how a character works in their other job classes in a game, only to learn that another game is not only connected to the game you were going to talk about, but also making the dynamic the character had with the other npcs that was never explained in the game that learning about it made you so mad? Just had this when looking up Trials of Mana info and learned that Heroes of Mana - a DS mana game - is apparently a prequel.

I just can't even right now.

[chibiskitty-donna]

Also, if anyone ask on why: Yes, this does have to do with Hawkeye.

And no, I am still not happy with what I ended up learning. I'm still mad about it even though it's been a few hours ago.

[metpony]

THEN I see this addition, the other relationship dynamic changed by a fact from Heroes of Mana.

[chibiskitty-donna]

Have you ever had that moment when trying to look up something to explain how a character works in their other job classes in a game, only to learn that another game is not only connected to the game you were going to talk about, but also making the dynamic the character had with the other npcs that was never explained in the game that learning about it made you so mad? Just had this when looking up Trials of Mana info and learned that Heroes of Mana - a DS mana game - is apparently a prequel.

I just can't even right now.

[metpony]

I know exactly which characters you are talking about, and it COMPLETELY explains why he acted the way he did in Trials of Mana, EVEN IF the obvious theory would be false.

[18baal]

[metpony]

Thank you!

[18baal]

[vialoffire]

Walls and Steels five: Evil Sword Angelaa 💖💖💖

one more to go lmao

but here she is

the queengela

dedicated to mizeller lmao

[metpony]

This is perhaps one of the STRANGEST pieces of Angela fan art I have ever seen.

Thank you.

[feralphoenix]

i have One seiken densetsu hot take. hear me out

[metpony]

What do you mean 'hear you out'?

This is entirely accurate.

[speciose2]

[Tweet from @/fozmeadows: "human gender and sexuality are very much like animal taxonomy, in that both look structured and simple on the surface, but once you start investigating, it turns out there's actually no such thing as a fish despite the fact that we all know what a fish is, and that's okay"]

[futureevilscientist]

As a biologist, that is a fantastic comparison.

We talk about “fish” (which, cladistically, do not exist, there is no monophyletic group of “fish” that simultaneously includes all organisms we understand to be “fish”-like while also excluding, say, humans) because, despite the utter fiction that is fish, it’s still a useful label when we talk about certain features that “fish” tend to have in common.

Gender is absolutely the same way.

[eye-scream-girls]

Babe wake up new gender dropped, it's got gills

[metpony]

The term 'tree' works similarly. The set of traits that go together to form a tree have not only evolved separately in different clades, those traits have un-evolved: a tree evolved into a not-tree plant.

[everythingfox]

Ready to fight

(via)

[writing-prompt-s]

Humanity has finally reached the stars and found out why no one had contacted us. The universe is in a sad state. As such, Doctors without Borders, Red Cross, and many othe charities go intergalactic.

[lyricwritesprose]

The thing the recruiters don’t tell you about space battles is that you die slowly.

Ships don’t blow up cleanly in flashes and sparks.  Oh, if you’re in the engine room, you’ll probably die instantly, but away from that?  In the computer core, or the communications hub?  You just lose power.  And have to sit, air going stale and room slowly cooling, while you wait to find out if the battle is won or lost.

If it’s lost, nobody comes for you.

It had been about half a day (that’s a Raithar day, probably a bit shorter than yours) and Kvala and I were pretty sure we had lost.  Kvala was injured, Traav and I were dehydrated and exhausted, and Louv was dead, hit by shrapnel when the conduits blew.

Most fleets give you something, of course.  For Raithari, it’s essence of windgrass.  I looked at the vial.

“It’s too soon,” Traav said.

Kvala gestured negation, shakily.  She had been burned when conduits blew, and her feathers were charred, and her leftmost eye was bubbly and blind now.  Even if we were rescued, she probably wouldn’t survive.  “You know we’re losing the war.”

They couldn’t deny that.  “It doesn’t mean we lost the battle.”

“Doesn’t it?  The Chreee have better technology.  Better resources.  And they have their warrior code.  They don’t care if they die.”

“We can’t give up!” Traav protested.  They were young, a young and reckless thar who had listened to a recruiting officer and still believed scraps of what they had been told.  “Any heartbeat now—”

There was a clunk.  Something had docked with our fragment of the ship.

“You see?!” Traav crowed triumphantly.

Kvala exchanged glances with me.  The Chreee never bothered to hunt down survivors.  What was the point, after all?

The Aushkune did.

There weren’t supposed to be Aushkune here.  They were supposed to hide in nebulas.

But if there were—

If there were, we were too late.  The windgrass couldn’t possibly destroy our nervous systems in time to stop the corpse-reviving implants, and once you were implanted, it was over—or it would never be over, depending on how you looked at it and whether Aushkune drones were aware of anything—

Footsteps.

Bipedal.  The Aushkune were supposed to be bipedal.

And then the blast door opened, and a figure stood in it.  My first thought was, robot?  That’s almost worse than Aushkune . . .  But no, it was a being in some sort of suit.

Who wore suits?

“Friendly contact,” the suit’s sound system blared, as the being moved over to Kvala.  “Urgent treatment.  Evacuation.”

“Who are you?”  Kvala struggled upright.

Despite the primitive suit, the blocky being was using up-to-date medical scanners.  “Low frequency right angle shape,” it explained—or maybe didn’t explain.  Two more figures came into the room and put Kvala firmly onto a stretcher.

“You’re with the Chreee, aren’t you?”  Kvala was not at all happy to be on a stretcher.

“Not Chreee,” the sound system said.  “You Man.  Soil Starship Nichols.”  The being hesitated.  “Rescue Chreee as well.  On ship.  Will separate.”

“You what?” I said faintly.  Who would do that?

“Oath,” the being explained.

“What kind of oath?  To what deity?”

The shoulders of the being moved up and down.  “Several different.  Also none.  For me, none.  Just—oath.”

I exchanged glances with Traav, who looked as unsettled as I was.  I had never, ever heard of groups cooperating when they couldn’t even swear to or by the same power.

The being scanned me.  “Have water,” it said.  “Recommend.”

Raithari have fast metabolisms.  I could—would—die of thirst quickly, and painfully.

“Where will you take us,” Traav asked, “after you give us water?”

“Raithari to Raithar.  Chreee to Chreeeholm.”

“Chreeeholm would kill them for failing,” Traav remarked.

The being hesitated, and then said, “War news sometimes bad.  Sometimes lie.”

We had learned long ago not to believe the recruiting officers, but what did that have to do with anything?

“And you—what?” I asked.  “Just fly around looking for battles and rescuing victims?”

The being seemed to consider this.  “Best invention of soil,” it said finally.

Most of what it was saying didn’t make any sense.  Did it worship soil?  But it had said that it had sworn to no deity . . .

Madness.

On the other hand—war was a deliberate, rational act by deliberate, rational people, and I wanted no more of it.  So why not embrace madness and see what happened?

“Soil Starship—Rrikkol?” I asked, stumbling over the word.

“Yes.  Soil Starship Nichols.”

I followed the being in the suit.

[phoenixyfriend]

Took me well over a minute to realize "low frequency right angle shape" was Red Cross.

[pyromania2014]

This whole thing is brilliant with translation stuff.

[adurot]

My only critique is I bet you’d find most planets named “Soil” in the local language, same way we name a lot Rivers and Deserts here.

[sleepy-bebby]

[aropride]

(ID: a very small, disgruntled cat sits in a kitchen sink. the water is running, and the sink is full of bubbles. end ID)

[monado-stew]

robots are so so cute,,,, love is stored in the wires

[monado-stew]

WHO TOUCHED MY POST

WHO TOUCHED MY FUCKING POST

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[durendoll]

judy hopps is a cop who leverages a strangers felony tax evasion to get him to put his life in danger and work around the clock so that she can keep her job

she then presumably helps him cover up his crime to get him a job on the same police force

[durendoll]

judy hopps has some very nice feet but we need to remember that she’s still a cop

[serah-farron-deactivated2022112]

just fyi for everyone out there using tumblr on this day that you can reblog a post without the extra commentary by clicking the OP’s URL on the original post

[aflo]

[lonely-boiii]

She is a cop and all cops are already unsexy

[pigcatapult]

I’m sorrynotsorry to everyone in the notes just learning that Tumblr is a place for horny furries to blog about acab.

[uberguber89]

Unfortunately, Judy Hopps is very sexy AND ALSO a cop and therefore a bastard, and insisting that all cops are automatically unsexy is still attaching appearances to morality. Remembering that things can be sexy and evil, or ugly and good is imperative! Forgetting this derails and disrupts the conversation.

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[yamino]

Can't argue with true facts... 🔥🎀🧡