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transformiing · 7 days
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Love seeing your muses across the dash :] in my head I wave at them like I'm in a little neighbourhood. They're all so characteristic and your writing is very pleasant, like a little book or novel!
THEYRE WAVING BACK AT YOU!!! thank you so much, i appreciate hearing this a lot--i try super hard to be at the top of my game and im glad you like my writing ♥
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Late to the portrayal thing cause i thought i sent one in already BUT: I can tell how much thought and passion and details you put into your muses are i love seeing them on my dash. They seem so canon to me whenever they show up on my dash in ways i could probably never describe, i enjoy seeing you talk about your muses!
WAAAAH thank you so much! that means so much to hear fr ;u;
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transformiing · 11 days
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For ALL of your portrayal for each muse I can tell you play the heart of what we know of our bots but also providing your own muses into the world as well and make so generally natural in them.
thank you so much!! im so happy that you enjoy my takes on canon muses ;u;
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the amount of thought and passion you put into your muses is honestly so refreshing and wonderful to see. i enjoy seeing you talk about your muses!
THANK YOU SO MUCH WAAAH!! honestly same goes to you, like you have this love for perceptor that really shines through and it’s so so good…
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transformiing · 11 days
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What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?
Example being; my muses ticks they have, the way they talk, etcetera.
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transformiing · 13 days
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Whatever Prowl's little face journey means, Optimus doesn't pry about it. He can tell he's already on thin ice, so it's best not to push.
The servo on his shoulder surprises him. It's a gesture of comfort, of solidarity, however strained. Prowl still believes. He's still behind him. Even after everything.
"All right," Optimus says eventually. "Thank you."
Grateful. Now that's a loaded sentence. A loaded word. A meaner part of Prowl's processer- one very quiet, that has stayed quiet for the worse part of four million years- wants to snap that when has Optimus ever proven that? If he'd have been grateful, they wouldn't be having this discussion. Rodimus would- no, actually, there was no telling what that mech would do. But they wouldn't be here right now. It's not what Prowl says, though. He rests a servo on Optimus' shoulder, letting it lie there, heavy. "Don't do anything stupid in the meanwhile." It's hard to tell if he's joking. "And recharge, by all the- just go. I'll be behind you."
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transformiing · 13 days
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Shadowmaru does not grimace--though it's a near thing.
"Nothing to be sorry for. It was only a suggestion."
He, too, sits nearby; not so close that he crowds Rung, but close.
"I'm familiar with the basics--the Autobots and Decepticons warred for some time. The rest eludes me."
“My apologies,” he says again, immediately, hands clasped in front of the window over his spark as he dips his helm politely to Shadowmaru. “Yes, I- yes. Sorry, I’ll sit.”
It will keep him from pacing, at least, though when Rung does sit he’s perched on the very edge of his armchair like an uncertain bird ready to take off at any moment.
Where to even begin? “How much Cybertronian history do you know? Of before the… what is it the children call it. War of Division? The civil war? The big one that ended recently.”
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who gonna let rocky do this to their muse
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transformiing · 14 days
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Cody hesitates.
“…Pretty sure if I did that, I’d just start another war. One I wouldn’t survive. Besides, they already have Earth—we were annexed by Cybertron a while back.”
Another pause.
“What do you mean by queen-mother? He’s just a guy.”
( EVEN WHEN IT IS THE HARBRINGER OF THOSE THAT SEEK TO TAKE YOUR WORLD? )
No expectations are held. But there's a point to sowing discord, even for things it usually prefers to handle itself. Few will harm Rung. Doesn't hurt to have threats present, though.
( TAKE OUT THE QUEEN-MOTHER AND ALL OTHERS WILL FALL. VERY USEFUL, THAT. )
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transformiing · 14 days
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Woah. Mega creepy presence you got there, bud.
“I’d need at least a pound of c4, or maybe some bolt cutters—but I’m not going to hurt anyone that doesn’t screw with me first.”
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transformiing · 14 days
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“Someone tell dingdong over there that I’m the size of a Barbie doll compared to most of you, and made of hamburger meat besides. I couldn’t hurt Rung if I tried.”
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transformiing · 14 days
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That’s a good question—and a tough one. There’s so much they want to see and understand, so it’s hard to pick.
“Your hands,” they say eventually. “I just wanna see the joints work.”
You're not sure what that particular sequence of muscle spasms means on a human face, but you think it's a good thing. You crescent your optic shutters in a clumsy approximation.
"I am not... sure why you a—re asking me. Where do you wan—t to start? What has... your focus?"
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transformiing · 14 days
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Cody eyes him. He looks the same as any other Cybertronian on the outside—but according to him, something eldritch is lurking underneath. If that’s the right term.
He also wears glasses. It’s kinda charming.
“Rung,” they repeat. “I’m Cody—and I’m not interested in guns or high-power engines. I like biology. Servo motors. Bio-mechanical systems. All the physical stuff that makes everything work.”
They glance away, the keenness in their eyes lessening.
“It doesn’t really feel like they like our kind much. But I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Hypothetically,” he answers, “You will not like what you are seeing. Or you will get hurt. Or you will contaminate sterile environment.”
Rung’s eyebrows scrunch low over his— are those glasses? They’ve got to be glasses, given the way he takes them off to blink down at Casey and holds them pinched carefully in his hand as his lips thin. “I am very many things, little engineer. Delicate is one. My name is Rung, and I am… ah, a priest, maybe, you would say. Very old. No fun things like weapons or high power engines.”
He digs a cloth out of a compartment in his arm and wipes at the lenses with it. “Like I said, you will find better. Maybe younger mecha— the scouts, they love to show off for humans, they think you are,” what was that word again? “…They like you very much.”
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The corner of their lips quirks up in a small smile.
“I had a shower,” they joke, pulling on their gloves and going to get a step ladder. “Where do you wanna start?”
"Yo—u do not look... greasy." Well, knowledge for the sake of knowledge is honorable enough, you suppose. "You may... take a look. If that is your w—ish. I am used... to being studied extens—ively."
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They know they’re probably being a little crass, but they don’t really care. Cody looks at him with interest.
“So delicate even human hands could mess something up? Hypothetically, I mean.“
The antique mech makes a soft hissing sound comparative to someone sucking air in through their teeth, or maybe an anxious tea kettle rattling a little bit.
“Understood. I am saying no to these, thank you. I am… nonstandard, on the insides. Very delicate. But! Wishing you luck with your studies. There will be someone who will say yes.”
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