#superbots

[superman-the-secret-third-thing]

Superman's robots (2025 sneak peek)

OH my God I only knew them for like two minutes but I've grown so fond of them.

First, they use proper lifting procedure- lift with your legs, not the back. OSHA approved...wait would OSHA cover sentient robots?

Superman thanks robots that claim to lack emotions.

Him seemingly rolling his eyes like he's heard this spiel before.

The bots immediately contradicting this by 12 being visibly happy.

Them trying to be gentle when he's either: in pain, or indestructible. To summarize, they're funny guys and I hope to see more of them in the movie!

OH NOOOOOOO!!!!

[paddysnuffles]

The fact that the Superman bots claim to not have feelings despite clearly having feelings feels a lot darker when you take into account the message left by Jor-El and Lara.

Gary bemoaning over having failed his mission sounds a lot more panicked when you take the message into account.

I wonder if Gary only felt truly comfortable/safe with Clark after he switched which parents he'd watch while healing.

[stfulara]

you say "chatgpt and me", I say Wanda Vision.

[prclns]

The rescue tobot arc in daedos heroes is just this

[jesus-holding-your-fave]

Superbot from roboquest.

Today, Jesus is holding:

Superbot from Roboquest

[skullydrawsstuff]

"DOMO ARIGATO, MISTER ROBOTO!!"

My part on the @delijzp Action Collab

[the-acid-pear]

Do you guys think we'd write Morse w these bops

[desultorydenouement]

murderbot is peak queer rep because it’s about living as an inherently transgressive form of being, it’s about the complexity of passing, or the complexity of hiding, or the nuance of never fitting binaries and not wanting to even when fitting those binaries is seen as “better”, and it’s about making people uncomfortable just by existing, it’s about measuring forms of freedom and having to decide which you’ll save and which you’ll sacrifice. but most importantly it’s peak queer rep because murderbot is free for like five minutes and it immediately attracts the nearest supposedly-rare transgressive-illegal-superbot (ART) in a hundred light year radius to be its best friend, and what’s that if not your classic Queer On Queer Magnetism

[the-crooked-library]

okay so what gets me abt Eve Teschmacher (specifically in Superman 2025) is that beyond her well-disguised intellect and plot significance, she is also actually, genuinely nice. it's definitely something that took me some time to notice - after all, she's introduced taking selfies during a crisis, which is being actively created by her boyfriend - but you pick up on it, in retrospect.

she's the only member of Luthor's entourage who's actually kind to Ultraman - and it looks dumb and ditzy when it happens, but it's a direct parallel to Clark's treatment of the superbots. he's nice to them, even though they are just mindless tools, just like his clone is designed to be; and within the context of the film, this is a clue to the sort of person Eve Teschmacher actually is. in her position, she could easily take advantage of Luthor's money and ambitions, she could be the princess of his egomaniac utopia, she could abandon the rest of the world to its death, the way so many real-world influencers do every day - but she doesn't!.. she cares enough to document his machinations, she cares enough to risk her own safety meeting Jimmy, she cares enough to send him the proof even when she thinks she's screwed and he cannot get to her in time to save her. Eve has every reason to be scared. she is actively in danger every time she is around Luthor when he's angry (which is all the time, lbr). she still chooses to do the right thing, though - the same way that Lois chooses to go after Clark, the same way that Mr Terrific chooses to help Lois, the same way that the Justice Gang chooses to show up in Jarhanpur, the same way that Jimmy and the rest of the Daily Planet staff choose to delay their evacuation just to break the story that exposes Luthor.

every character that chooses to do good is instrumental in ensuring the happy ending, and THAT is what the movie is about

[the-metahumans-hub]

A warm welcome

Finally after since seeing the movie, I finally get to write !! Word count: 1.4K

Y/n was a young college student studying climate science at Metropolis University. It was something you been interested in their whole life, watching your mom as a kid reporting the weather for the daily planet. The class was hard but it was rewarding, rewarding being the various locations you could visit in order to study climate effects in person.

You've set out on a field trip with your class to the Arctic to study the impacts of climate change on the area. It was no easy adventure, it was extremely cold, the snow was deep and the way was endless but it was the perfect place for your study.

"Looks ok to me" one student looked around, showing a lack of interest in the class.

"I'm cold..." Another mumbled.

"Ok, class, follow me" The teacher called out. "Now it may look like it's ok, but we are seeing the impacts right before our eyes" He gestured them to follow.

You followed along, taking a few photos of the surrounding landscape to help with your essay.

"This'll look good" You nodded to yourself, flicking through the recently taken photos.

Other students tried to write things down, but the cold nipped at their fingers when they took the gloves off. They quickly abandoned it and trudged along with the teacher.

"Are we going to see a polar bear ??" One asked to their friend.

"I hope not" The other snickered.

You overheard the conversation, and your brain had a lightbulb moment. A photo of a polar bear surely would get you extra credit, so you began to look around for one, but as you did, you began to abandon your class without realising. The thick snow was beginning to surround you, it was hard to see very far. The voices began to fade away long before you realised.

You sighed after failing to find a polar bear for about an hour, turning around, the colour left your face when you didn't see the group.

"No... Oh no no no no no !!!" You grew scared as you tried to find the footprints of your classmates, but the wind helped the snow cover them, and even your vision was partial with the constant snowflakes on your eyelashes.

"HELLO !!" You called out, only to be met with the echo of your own voice.

It was getting colder by the minute, the winds began to pick up, and the snow was only growing thicker. A blizzard was rolling through, your nose was numb and your cheeks were cold.

"HELP !!!" You called out again.

But still no one came, your strength faded fast as the cold began to seep through your gear. Hyperthermia began to take effect as your fingers went fully numb and stiff. You tripped to the ground, shivering uncontrollably.

"Help..." You said weakly.

The wind blew over you, and snow dusted your body. Ready to bury you beneath its fridged claws. As you closed your eyes, a ball of snow along with a blur of colour, stopped near you, gathering you up in his arms as he inspected you.

Via a split-second decision, Superman lifted you from the snow and turned toward the base. He needed to get you somewhere safe and warmed up even if it was a huge risk.

"Master kal-el ??" Four looked up as the fortress's doors opened, if he could act surprised seeing the human in his arms, he would be.

"I need you to get some heat going, warm them up. But not too quickly !! They'll go into shock" He approached the superbots.

"You brought a human to the fortress" Twelve said.

"That is deemed a high risk" Five chimed in.

"They could die. They'd be safer here" He nodded as he handed you off to the bots.

Placing you in the chair where Superman does most of his healing, the bots opened up the ceiling to bring the sun onto you, but not too much to hurt you.

He watched you as the snow began to melt off your clothes, waiting for you to hopefully spring up bright and new again. Of course, it wouldn't work as effectively on you but he was hopeful.

After a few minutes, you groaned as you slowly opened your eyes, only for them to be bombarded by the bright light. Four looked at you, the others discussing before closing the ceiling and slowly lowering you down.

"It is not advised to look directly into the sun" Four said as his face was brought into your vision.

Your eyes widened as you screamed and fell off the chair.

"Where am I ??" You looked around, only ice surrounding you.

"You are inside the Fortress of Solitude unfortunately" He moved forward.

"Fortress of wha... I've been kidnapped by robots ??!!" You looked at the others.

"Excuse my friends" Superman nudged himself in, smiling a little as he knelt down to you. "You haven't been kidnapped. I had to move you out of the snow so you didn't freeze."

"Superman..." Your eyes softened as you looked at him, holy shit, it was the actual Superman !!!

"Why were you out in the snow all alone ??" He frowned a little. "I heard you out there"

You sighed as you rested your head against the frame of the chair.

"My class... I wandered off to get some photos for my essay..."

He nodded, seeing the MU logo on your jacket. "Student. What do you need for your essay ??"

"Trying to find a polar bear, studying climate science" You slowly stood up.

That's amazing. We can never have too many people interested in exploring this planet" He smiled like the sun, It made you feel safe.

"Yeah, my mom was a meteorologist for the Daily Planet when I was a kid" You nodded.

"Hunger for knowledge runs in the family then" He perked right up. "I'm sure I could offer you some help with that if you wanted."

"Really ?? Can you ??" You gently handed him your camera. Superman was holding your camera !! You need to nerd out occasionally.

He smiled and helped you as you wanted him to within your project. While looking around, you began to get to know him better.

"I liked your Interview with Clark Kent" You complimented.

"Oh yeah ?? He's a good guy. If you've ever met him I'm sure you'd know."

"Can't say that I have" You shook your head gently.

"Well, if you ever do, tell him about your project. I'm sure he'd like it" making a mental note to himself.

After a while, you found a mother polar bear with it's cub and you gotten the photos you needed.

"Thanks, now I just need to find my class" You looked around.

Superman hummed in thought, he listened out and smiled. "I think we can find them, hang on" He gently grabbed you under your arms and began to fly. The view above was mesmerising. "I never actually got your name ??" He looked down.

"Y/n" You looked up and smiled.

Back with the class, the teacher was still talking. The whole class was pretty much bored and stuck in a vicious cycle with no phone reception. Until one of them looked up. "Oh. My God..."

Superman smiled as he gently lowered down with you, landing in the snow. "Excuse me. I believe this young student is with you ??"

"Sorry, had some help from a friend" You giddily smiled.

The whole class rushed to you and to Superman, who was generous enough to ask a couple of questions and take some photos.

"I can't stick around though" He said sadly.

"Aw..." One student said.

"Will we see you again ??" Another asked.

"You'll catch me again" He nodded before launching up into the sky.

The whole class looked at you, huddling you slightly back into the group. "Don't get lost again" One of them gently bumped your shoulder.

You nodded, looking up into the sky, the clouds moving the reveal the sun again, smiling at the thought... Superman was always there.

When you returned to your dorm in Metropolis a couple of days later, you checked your phone after taking a shower to find a notification on your social media account... It was from Clark Kent.

"Hi, Y/n is it ?? I'm not sure if I have the profile. But I heard from a friend that you are writing a brilliant piece for your college class. I was wondering if you would want to discuss this further for the DP ??" The message said.

You smiled and texted him back, Superman must've told him about you. He really is a friend in unexpected places.

"When are you free ??" You texted back.

Taglist: @callofdudes

[aliveaudiencegang]

superman saving the squirrel. the children from jarhanpur waving the superman flag seconds before invasion. superman demanding to know where krypto is. superman choosing to ignore the second half of his parent’s message because that’s not the kind of person he is. superman holding his superbot as it died despite being told numerous times that they didn’t have emotions. superman upset that the justice gang killed that giant alien instead of handing it in a non lethal manner. yeah this is so the same superman who decided that being kind, being loving, being human is actually punk.

[whetstonefires]

I was really enjoying the recent 'Amanda Waller vs the Entire DCU' Justice League storyline, because Waller is one of my favorites and this story just kind of pulled out all the stops on her.

Sad her Brainiac Queen Oracle-bot 'daughter' didn't get a longer run; kind of like Slade Wilson the fact that Waller is a middle-aged parent who has not done any actual parenting for a long time informs her character in fun ways imo, so the superbot calling her 'mother' was great. Waller is so much fun, and very like with Lex Luthor it's always a delicate balance between letting her be cool and letting her eat absolute scenery. (Before inevitably eating floor.)

Her premise is very much like. What if Batman was just some guy, where 'guy' is gender neutral, and the terms are set that by 'just some guy' we don't mean sane and normal, we mean not in a position to become a fulltime superninja.

Her chosen weapon instead is bureaucracy.

Her backstory, which as far as I know is still current, is she was a normal middle-class citizen whose husband and one of her kids went out one evening and got shot to death in a Random Gun Crime.

To which she responded by going back to school, getting a doctorate in Political Science, and seeking employment with the federal government. Because this trauma led her to crave access to power.

(Because she spends so much time mixed up in questionable scientific research etc you'd think her 'Doctor Waller' was because she's in STEM, but no. Polisci.)

Also more like a normal person and less like Batman, she is not particularly hung up on protecting other people from suffering the way she did, except on the most abstract level where if the world is reordered to her schema, this will stop the Bad Things.

I love this. I love how much of a brass-bound bitch she is. How impossible she is to intimidate or convince to look 'up' to anyone ever. Every time we get to see Waller up against some objectively more powerful baddie and she cleans their clock or just ruins their day I am hooting and hollering. She's fantastic.

But. Just like with Lex Luthor, it is very important that she also sucks. She's selfish. She overreaches herself. Her plans get the people who trust her killed; she cannot resist taking advantage of her position for personal advancement--never anything as trite as embezzlement, either, it's always about power.

She has taken the Suicide Squad down with her so many times and yet she keeps getting appointed to head it up again because she Has Experience (and other people who try to do the job tend to rapidly get eaten by a sharkman or whatever), which is not exactly realistic but it's an exaggerated parody of how management positions do tend to work, so it feels believable.

She has so much contempt for supervillains, and yet whenever it comes down to the punch she falls into the lure of that same megalomania, and then things blow up in her face.

Is there something distinctly Problematic about the character whose destiny is to be repeatedly destroyed by her own hubris in seeking access to specifically institutional power a black woman? Little bit, yeah. But it also works so fucking well specifically because her lack of perspective about when she's gone too far becomes so much more sympathetic, when you know just from looking at her how many bullshit barriers she had to burst through to get where she is.

Anyway I always get excited when she's in things.

[thebuttsmcgee]

Superman '25 spoilers, sorta but not really.

Dude when one of the Superbots started to jam out to the song that was being played at the ending, I legitimately, LEGITIMATELY, thought the movie was gonna end on one of those fucking dreamworks/illumination/disney kinds of dancing scenes like

and I felt my heart sink before I calmed down when it didn't end up like that lmao

[ponyosmom35]

Human

'Light' Superman x fem oc series

The dream hit her hard.

Flames. Screaming. Blood dripping from her fathers mouth. Her hands glowing with fire as people fell around her. Her father’s voice, screaming that she was a monster. The sound of bones cracking beneath her own heat.

Serena jolted awake with a choked scream.

She was covered in sweat—no, steam.

The blankets had burned to blackened threads around her. The crystalline walls shimmered with condensation, frost dripping to slush beneath her bed. Krypto whined and nudged her arm, tail down, ears flat against his skull.

The ice was melting.

Krypto jumped onto the bed beside her, pressing his body to hers. She grabbed his fur like a lifeline, burying her face in his neck. His warmth steadied her. His calm breath slowed hers.

But the door slammed open.

“ALERT: CORE TEMPERATURE RISING. ENGAGING EMERGENCY PROTOCOL.”

She didn’t even have time to react before a blast of freezing cold water hit her square in the chest.

She screamed—more in shock than pain—as she was completely soaked from head to toe. Her hair clung to her face. Her clothes sagged. Krypto barked and bolted from the bed, barking wildly at the robots.

“What the fuck?!” Serena shrieked, shivering violently, teeth chattering.

One of the Superbots hovered in, still humming calmly. “Emotional distress detected. Internal temperature exceeded threshold. Automated cooling protocol executed to prevent structural damage.”

“You could’ve knocked!” she spat, pulling the drenched blanket tighter around herself. “Or—I don’t know—woken me up like a normal person?!”

Before the bot could respond, the front doors of the Fortress parted with a soft hiss.

Superman stepped in, arms full of bags—books tucked under each elbow, a paper bag balanced on one hand. He looked up, ready to knock.

And stopped.

His brows rose as he took in the scene: Krypto barking. Serena dripping. The bed half-burned. Two robots humming near the ceiling with active coolant nozzles extended.

“...Did I miss something?”

Serena didn’t move, just stared at him like she wished the floor would swallow her.

The robot spoke first. “Thermal spike detected in guest quarters. Flame response initiated. Temperature restored to equilibrium.”

Superman blinked. “So… you sprayed her.”

“Correct.”

He set the books down slowly. “Serena… are you okay?”

She was still shivering, soaked to the skin, cheeks flushed with humiliation. “Yeah,” she muttered through chattering teeth. “That’s… definitely one way to stop a fire.”

He walked over to one of the cupboards, retrieved a large, soft towel, and gently handed it to her. “Here.”

She took it with a grateful nod. “Thanks.”

“You should change,” he said kindly. “I’ll clean up here.”

She nodded again and walked quickly—awkwardly—toward the bathroom, leaving a trail of dripping footprints.

As soon as the door shut behind her, he turned to the Superbots.

“What triggered it?”

The bot’s blue eyes flickered. “Heart rate spike detected at 0431 hours. Likely cause: nightmare. Internal temperature followed. Emergency suppression engaged.”

Superman crossed his arms, brows furrowing. “You couldn’t wake her?”

“Emotional spikes linked directly to elemental release,” the bot replied. “Rapid de-escalation required. Fire suppression more effective than verbal interruption.”

He frowned, biting the inside of his cheek. They weren’t wrong—but it didn’t sit well with him either. She didn’t deserve to be treated like a walking hazard, no matter how accurate that assessment might be.

“She’s not a threat,” he muttered.

“She is a viable threat to the planet-,” the bot said.

Superman looked toward the bathroom door. He could still hear the faint rustle of clothing, the creak of the floor as she moved.

“She’s human,” he said. “And she’s scared. Next time… come to me first.”

“Affirmative,” the bot said.

Superman didn’t feel particularly reassured.

Still, he turned his attention to the soaked sheets, now cooling and steaming gently, and began folding them into a bin. Krypto sat at his feet with his ears still low and his eyes flicking between the door and Superman.

“She’ll be okay,” Superman whispered, brushing his hand over Krypto’s head. “We just have to give her time.”

series masterlist:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/788608684177653760/light-series-master-list?source=share

[bingergrave]

Hot take but tbh I don't want a Playstation All-Stars 2. Superbot seemed to have a specific vision for the story that didn't get to happen because the DLC plans got cancelled and I don't trust a different studio to follow through with that vision in the same way. Instead, I want Sony to re-assemble Superbot and give them a budget of five million bajillion dollars and infinite time and full creative control and have them make a psasbr remaster instead