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captainsvscaptains · 5 months
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Round 1 Part 5 Poll 6
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Propaganda
Badass goofball fire boy who changes and develops and grows into an amazing captain, who still finds time to hang out with friends and meteor surf <3
No propaganda for Captain Kitty Pryde yet
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loveofbots · 10 months
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For the Rodimus and megatron shippers
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phoenixcatch7 · 9 months
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We should totally have more jl fics where someone is acting ooc and immediately everyone is trying to determine whether they're an imposter or brainwashed or possessed without making it obvious.
Like, a running joke on the tower. Batman makes a sarcastic joke and flash immediately asks him to blink twice if he's under mind control.
Someone starting a sentence with 'Not to be possessed but -'
People calling off sick by saying 'if I come in today that's not me and you should arrest them' and then dragging themselves in to pick up something they accidentally left and everyone takes the mick by saying stuff like 'this isn't you! I believe in you, you can fight this!' when they're grabbing a hoodie from a chair like har har.
Superhero community slang just in general slipping into their civilian lives. Clark says 'before I start I assure you I have not had my will superseded by mister mind' as an ice breaker at a presentation and gets weird and worried looks all night.
It actually ends up helping on several occasions because it's so very very hard to infiltrate an extremely high risk team and then respond in kind without missing a beat when people casually accuse you of being an imposter because you didn't hold your pen the way you normally do. It'd wreck any controlling consciousness' self esteem XD. They've made several shapeshifters cry.
Also the exasperated sighs when you make a suggestion you normally wouldn't and everyone starts squinting at you looking for anything out of the ordinary.
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cosmics-beings · 23 days
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Starscream has like this, one sided dislike toward Rung because he thinks Rung and Rodimus are dating, and he is inevitably jealous of Rung because Rung has the frame type he kinda desires. Rung and Roddy did date in the past, but Rung broke things off with Rodimus for personal reasons (Rodimus was kinda toxic) and has no interest in him, and Rodiumus has no feelings toward Rung that are romantic, they are just friends.
What Rodimus does do tho, is trap Starscream and Rung in a room together so they can be friends, because he cannot have his ex and his conjunx hating each other. Starscream is insecure about everything, but he and Rung become friends and Rung actually becomes his therapist to help him deal with his insecurities and the need to change his body.
And rung is a good therapist and listens to/validates starscream in a way no one ever has. So those two become close friends and Starscream likes to keep Rung around as an advisor when he can,
meanwhile, Rodimus physically recoils whenever optimus is around starscream because he is actually jealous of optimus.
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liren072 · 1 year
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Fly my phoenix!🔥🔥🔥
Careful don't get burned~
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king-starscreams-fics · 7 months
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How Megatron Joined Lost Light [Comic Dub]
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bumblingbabooshka · 10 months
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Tuvok’s intake of breath/slight straightening of posture when Janeway says she spoke to his family before she left....................................................I can’t speak
#yes this is important enough to merit its own post <- favortism#Janeway & Tuvok are so <3#you know that fanfiction trope where Kirk is like 'Spock please - we're in private. No need with this Captain stuff' ?#they are the COMPLETE opposite HEHEHE#Janeway (to her friend of twenty years): Hello Mr. Tuvok. / Tuvok: Hello Captain v_v <- just got done telling an ensign that HE knows the#captain would not appreciate being referred to as 'ma'am'#Janeway & Tuvok: what if 'you're right as usual' could be our always?? <- something's wrong with them#AAAAAAAAA 'they're worried about you' (Vulcans do not worry) 'they...miss you.' (...as I do them.)#Then Janeway immediately rising with her wide eyes and promising to get him back to them like she's making a blood oath AAAAA#H E ALREADY MISSED THEM. HE ALREADY MISSED THEM AND THE Y ALREADY MISSED HIM.#Tuvok is the 'I lived bitch' meme twiceover but specifically to T'Pel#Tuvok's goes undercover with the Maquis - The Maquis ship is lost - Voyager is lost - Voyager is found but thousands of light years away -#AND YET HE MAKES IT BACK TO HER IN THE END#NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN!!!! I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER!!!!!!#Anyway Janeway and Tuvok would make a blood oath to each other about anything they are so dramatic and duty bound#O H MYGFUCKING GOD IS THAT NEELIX~!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!#HI NEELIX~!!!!!!!!! <3<3<3 HIII!!!#Janeway (to some guy she found in a dumpster): My Name Is Captain Kathryn Janeway Of The Federation Starship V-#Also I love Neelix trying to act like 'oh there's just ONE thing really you could get me to make me cooperate...'#when the one thing is LITERALLY water...GIRL....!!!! HE 'S DYING!!!#me seeing the scene where Tuvok meets Neelix: WOOW just like leolaroot's moth to the flame music video!!#Tuvok's speech pattern my beloved <3#'I aSsure you that everything in thisrom HAS a specific fuuunctiooon.'#B'Elanna: (so scared she's literally shaking) Sorry I'm just freaking out bc I'm Klingon#BABY. GIRL. NO. YOU ARE /NOT/.#how she pronounces her name changes...here she says BAY-lanna instead of BUH-lanna#livetweeting
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helicrazy · 5 days
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Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.
"I have to tell you something."
Vortex continues playing with a colorful cube he grabbed from First Aid's desk in his workplace. He's sitting across from him with his legs propped up and crossed in the corner of the table, distracted by this puzzle game he can never figure out.
"Vortex." First Aid sighs as he places the datapad he's holding down. He almost reaches out to grab the cube from Vortex until he speaks up.
"You know if you need to say something it's better if you just rip the plating off and get it out." The copter replies while he still fidgets with the cube, although when he doesn't hear the medic speak up he finally takes his sight off the puzzle to peer over to them. His helm tilts to the side as he watches First Aid stare a hole into his desk. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"Wha-" The red mech stumbles his words before looking at the copter. "No! It's-" He sighs rubbing his helm with a servo and peering away for a moment before returning his attention. "I'm joining the Lost Light before it leaves Cybertron... again."
The Combaticon throws his helm back laughing and stops when noticing First Aid's expression hasn't changed. "You can't be serious." He responds, disappointed as he moves his legs off the table to turn and face the medic. "Why? To chase that dumb rumor of finding Knights?" Vortex questions while placing the cube on the desk.
"It's more than that." As First Aid speaks he reaches out to take the puzzle from Vortex and places it back on the display it normally stays on. "They need more medics, Ratchet is there and-"
"What about me?"
Silence fills the room as the two stare at each other. One with a determined look while the other felt like they were gambling their choices on what to say.
"You could join." The red and white mech finally speaks up, knowing well enough it's not the answer Vortex is looking for. "The others can too."
"On a ship, full of Autobots?" He vents out with a huff. "Yeah, I'll pass. I know that Magnus mech is there and he'd arrest all of us simply for existing, and don't even get me started on Megatron." The teal copter places his servos on the desk as he gets up, but his arm is grabbed before he can turn away.
"Hey, wait..."
"Aid there's nothing you can say or do that'll change my mind." Vortex declares while grabbing the medic's servo to remove it. "I refuse to participate in that pointless pursuit while in a ship where I'll have to watch over my shoulder the entire time."
"Vortex I-"
The Combaticon places a claw against First Aid's lip. "Don't. You made your decision." He pulls his servo away and turns to make his way to the exit. The door slides open and he's unable to look back as he knows he'd be met with that look of distress on their face. "I'll be here when... if you come back." Vortex steps through the door while stating his last bit. Unfortunately for the medic, it's not those three little words everyone likes to hear.
"Take care of yourself First Aid."
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cuppajj · 2 years
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SG Sentient LL on my mind again… I’ve thought of a Rodimus lookalike for a good whole and now I’m thinking about like… a scenario with a rodimus lookalike who actively wants to be Rodimus.
Think about Pyro from LSOTW where after he encountered Optimus Prime, he took to adopting his ideals, his methods, and even his appearance to better represent him. Imagine there’s a Pyro for Rodimus; there’s an Autobot out there who was inspired by him so much that becoming him was a better idea than being their own unique self. Like Pyro they’re also young, a rookie to the job, and thus impressionable to Autobot propaganda all the same. Their desire to represent their role model undermines their self confidence/self worth, so they suppress their natural personality and dreams because they believe they’ll never be great by their lonesome.
They’d be under LL’s spell perfectly, falling for their manipulation (@oldboyjensenhinglemeier pretty much wrote the highlights of what I was thinking in the original thread) and seeing them as a true friend. The lookalike would easily turn on their crew to pursue their dream of being Rodimus. They think they know what they want for themself, and they think LL knows them best because LL knew Rodimus best. It’s only after a long time with LL that their true self begins to show, an insecure and nervous spark pretending to be bold and brave. They begin to self reflect, and think about what they really truly want… is this right? Is taking on the mantle of someone like Rodimus a good thing?
And that’s when their interests begin to fall a little out of line with the ship’s.
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captainsvscaptains · 5 months
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Round 2 Part 5 Poll 3
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Propaganda
What a glorious peacock of a man! Perhaps not the greatest captain seafaring-wise; but Steve's a fabulous captain personnel-wise. A captain who makes sure is crew is fed, watered, has enough enrichment in arts & crafts, and does the voices during the bedtime story!
Rodimus' a badass goofball fire boy who changes and develops and grows into an amazing captain, who still finds time to hang out with friends and meteor surf <3
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megatronsimp · 3 months
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Audhd moment when you imagine two fandoms being smashed together.
Like the Protostar stumbling on the giant as Lost Light.
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killyourrdarlingss · 9 months
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Ive never had an otp moment like this before I'm in both a state of awe and crying viciously what do I even do 😭
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thegetdownrebooter · 1 year
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shougancid · 2 months
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Mari's gaze is quite uninterested and cold, by virtue of the resting bitch face and her eyes, but when she looks at someone or something she likes or is passionate about? She just has this oxymoronic look that's both soft and intense.
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iamidentical · 1 year
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Vancouver in the 80s x
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soundcrusher · 2 years
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Let’s visit the market
Who's ready for part 3 from season 2 of my ongoing story set in the universe of the sentient sg/ll from @cuppajj ?
Today, our boys go shopping. Yay!
Trigger Warning: None
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Phoenix was getting restless on their small ship. Rodimus could see it in the way the young spark would rummage through the piles of items left behind by his former crew, or when he looked through the things he brought from the Lost Light, or when he swung his, well, Drift’s sword carefully in the back of the ship. 
On the Lost Light, Phoenix always had something to do. Be it discovering new rooms, cleaning anything he could, finding the remains of the crew or talking to either him or Lightlost. There was always something to do, to take his mind away from the problems haunting him, but here? Rodimus knew that now, Phoenix could only either help him steer the small ship or try to distract himself with something he brought with him. 
Maybe that’s why he decided to land their ship on one of the neutral cybertronian colonies he remembered. Even when it was a hard fight to get Phoenix out of the ship and towards the next settlement. 
“I don’t want to go out there! Lightlost said that the ground of other planets can eat you up, or, or what about the rust plague! Or, OR, the mechs with pointy teeth!” Rodimus could hear the sheer and utter fear in Phoenix’s voice, as the youngling counted off every lie Lightlost told him to keep him with them. Granted, Rodimus won’t deny that some things were true, but they weren’t on every planet. At least, as far as he knew. Although, what concerned him the most was the way Phoenix’s optics would widen concerningly while his whole frame shook in terror, before mutttering quietly. “Wh-what… What about the Sparkeaters?”
“What about them?” Asked Rodimus, as he turned towards the entrance of the ship. Throwing his hands out to gesture wildly around himself. “If Sparkeaters were here, they would have attacked me right away, don’t you think?” Asked the prime, before putting both servos on his hips and giving Phoenix a rather cocky smirk. “Now, get out of there, or are you too much of a Robo-chicken?” This seemed to get Phoenix’s attention, because the young spark’s fearful demeanor turned from surprised to offended in a sparkbeat. 
“I am… I am NOT a Robo-chicken!” Yelled Phoenix. “I have never been a Robo-chicken!”
“Are you sure?” Asked Rodimus with an even wider smirk. “Because, right now, you’re very much acting like a frightened Robo-chicken.” Rodimus laughed, before letting out a surprised ‘Eep’ as he was being tackled to the ground by Phoenix. Who was, much to the prime's amusement, softly hitting his chestplate while exclaiming that he was, indeed, no Robo-chicken. 
However, Phoenix was quick to stop hitting his brother, as soon as he realized that he was no-longer inside the safety of their ship. In fact, he was some feets away from the ship and its door was closed. This revelation caused Phoenix to slowly get up and take a few more steps away from the ship. Staring at the blue sky above him, while his wings fluttered together with the light breeze blowing in the clearing. This was new. This was a new sensation for the young spark, who only knew Cybertron and the confinement of space crafts. 
The green stuff on the ground and underneath his pedes was new. The tall organic things growing towards the sky were new. And then there were the sounds of strange creatures calling each other in the distance. And, there was a strange animal with antlers looking at him, but when Phoenix took one step towards it, it ran away. Leaving the youngling awestruck.
“That was a Robo-deer. They’re a very shy type of cybertronian animal.” Explained Rodimus, after getting up and making his way over to Phoenix. Placing one servo on the youngling’s shoulder. “I guess the neutrals who moved here somehow managed to take some with them and they multiplied on this planet. Before the war, there were many of them on cybertron and some of us used to hunt them for their antlers, but now? They’re all gone. I guess they were the first victims…” Said Rodimus before grabbing Phoenix’s servo and leading him out of the clearing and towards the neutral settlement. 
And if the Robo-deer left Phoenix awestruck, the utter harmony the neutral Cybertronians lived together with the organic world around them filled the young spark with nothing more than pure amazement. His crew, or at least some of his crew, often talked about how annoying it was to work either with organic life or on organic planets and often said that it was impossible for Cybertronians to live on such planets. But here? All Phoenix saw here was mechs and femmes going about their usual business. Using big organic structures, Rodimus told him that they were called trees (at least the prime thought they were trees), as bases to build giant homes onto them. Rodimus told him that they were called ‘Treehouses’ by humans . And Phoenix could see why. Some were homes, some were stores, one very big tree was even holding something that looked like a hospital, and over all, those structures very much resembled the buildings Phoenix has seen on Cybertron. 
But while the treetops held the buildings, the ground held the market. Or, at least Rodimus told him this was a market. Phoenix himself couldn’t really understand how someone could call this a market. Every mech and femme, who wasn’t buying something, was either sitting on the ground by their wares or standing behind a woodent structure with a table underneath a shirm? Rodimus said those things were called stalls, but the youngling couldn’t associate the word with anything.
“Where are the shops?” Asked the confused youngling, to which Rodimus only replied. “There are none. At least, not in this settlement. All the Cybertronians selling their things either use stalls or simply place their stuff on the ground and sell it there.” This answer didn’t help Phoenix’s confusion, but he decided not to dwell on that any longer. The locals surely had their reasons to sell their wares like this.
So, while Rodimus was doing the shopping, Phoenix was allowed to wander a little bit around. As long as he could still see his brother, that is. And wander, he did. There were many new things after all, and Phoenix couldn’t help himself from exploring as much as he could. He even bought himself some paints and a few brushes with the Shanix Rodimus gave him. Phoenix was planning to decorate the insides of their ship a little bit, and he thought that painting something on the walls would be fun. He did paint a little bit on the walls of the Light lost too after all. Granted, some of those paintings did disappear, but others were still on the walls when he checked on them. Hopefully his paintings won't disappear this time. 
“Phoenix, I’m done with shopping. We should head back and… Phoenix?” Rodimus called, before realizing that he could no longer see his brother. Which sent the prime into a frenzy to find the missing youngling. What if someone kidnapped him? What if the Lost Light catched up to them? Or worse, what if Phoenix somehow got himself killed or kidnapped by a lunatic! Okay, some would also call Rodimus a lunatic, but that was different. There were some serious dangerous mechs and femmes out there, who were even worse than Rodimus himself. And that alone says a lot about them.
“Phoenix! Please, this isn’t funny!”
“I’m right here Roddy….” Answered the youngling, as he pushed past two taller Cybertronians blocking the path. “Stop shouting, everyone is already looking at us.”  
For a second, Rodimus thought that his spark had stopped. Is this how the Lost Light might have felt when they made their escape? They probably did, only… differently to how the prime felt, because even if he shortly lost Phoenix, he wouldn’t start locking him up or forbid the youngling to go and explore some other planets. 
Primus and Unicron both strike him down if he ever did something like that.
“Come Phoenix, let’s go back to our ship. I think we had enough adventure for one day.
Back at their ship, Rodimus put away his shopping items, while Phoenix started to paint one of the walls in the back of the ship. Making sure that Rodimus couldn’t see what he was painting everytime the prime would walk past him or try to get a look. After the tenth try, Rodimus decided to wait for the time Phoenix would show him what he was working on. Which was sooner than he had expected.
“Okay… I can recognize me and you… but who are the others?” Asked Rodimus with a light tilt of the head, as the youngling pointed at the painting of a tall femme with the same colouration than Phoenix. “ Yup, I painted my family. That’s my mother. Her name is Tankcrusher, but she prefers being called Big Bessie.” Explained the youngling, as his wings gave a small happy twitch. “And that’s Old Man. He was kinda like a grandfather to me. He was the one who always protected me from my crew. And the darker one is… is…… Lightlost…” Phoenix crew quiet after muttering the name. 
Rodimus only gave a small nod, before patting Phoenix’s shoulder. Some things are harder to let go than others. He knew that. 
“I think it’s wonderful, and… I’m honored that you see me as family.” Said the prime with a smile. 
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