#ask the awful digital crew

[the-awful-crews-askblog]

(Don't think the last one went through so I'll try again)

Has anyone ever tried to leave this place?

//It did go through I just accidentally deleted it and forgot to ask you to send it again lmao

Well...not currently..There was this one girl who went by the name of 'Kaufina' (bullshit name ik, but couldn't think of anything better, if you have something better please let me know) who talked about some sort of "exit", he abstracted though..

Oh please, he had less than half a chance when he started all that 'exit' b%$!#.

Well.. maybe the exit is real

Sure, whatever floats your boat

[jester089]

I have a request for the tdac characters to fall in love with child reader(platonically) and basically be attached to them like their younger sibling figure, and now imagine the reader starts to slowly get insane in some way and abstracts, and they just watch in horror as they see their practically younger sibling abstract and taken away to the black hole(I forgot what its called), and they get out of character, I need some angst and out of character mfs

So young

Now I have done multiple things on this type of idea so it's probs gonna be really similar to some of my past works. I'll still do my best though. For future reference in requesting please specify if you want a oneshot or headcannons. I did a little of both for this one but it was tiring, so please specify.

TADC Crew x Child Reader Who Abstracts

You were by far the youngest in the Digital Circus. Out of everyone you actually enjoyed it there, it was colorful, safe, had plenty of things to do. And had people who actually cared about you. It was a place of respite for you after you're awful family. Well awful isn't the right word they weren't abusive or anything. Just neglectful. Caine was a lot like a weird uncle to you. Always had some kind of gift for you when he saw you and despite what he says you know he cares about you. You were just about the only person who genuinely enjoyed his little adventures and jokes so he ended up getting kind of attached to you. As much as an AI could at least.

Gangle more often then not wasn't around you. She didn't avoid you or anything but she didn't go out of her way to be around you. One time when her mask broke and you saw her crying you went to Caine to ask if she was ok. He explained as best he could to you that she isn't really sad, just her mask broke. So you asked Caine to help you fix it. A few hours later you're at Gangle's door with a fixed mask in a present box. Once she saw that you of all people, the youngest one here went out of your way to help her she started to warm up to you.

Zooble most definitely didn't enjoy being around you Lies. She always acted like you annoyed her and she wanted to be anywhere else. But the few times you two have been alone she's surprisingly nice. She taught you how to make a paper hat one time then for the next few weeks you were never seen without one on.

Kinger took on a much more loving approach with you. He saw you as young and in danger and with no one to guide you. And if you were just left alone Jax would probably swoop in like a vulture and corrupt you. So he half took you in and did his best to raise you and teach you. It was hard as their isn't anything for learning in the circus but he did his best. It annoys him to no end when he hears a censored word come from you only to learn that Zooble's been teaching you swears behind his back.

Ragatha did her best with Kinger to raise you so you had some kind of future ahead of yourself. Despite the fact that they no one ages they still want you to be prepared. She took on a very "over protective older sister" kind of way with you. You're young, weak, and gullible so she's constantly worrying about you. Enough for her to set up a bed for you in her room. Plus side is she'll read you bedtime stories.

Jax's sole goal since he found out Kinger and Ragatha were teaching you and keeping you away from him is to taint you. Whenever you're left alone he kind of just appears and offers you something fun to do with him so you'll follow him. He has fed so many lies to your malleable young brain. Like "Hey kid. Did'ja know that Ragatha loves centipedes? I actually caught one earlier today. Why don'cha give it to er?" so naturally you did. You got grounded for that. Pomni is the one you feel closest too. You're innocent and kind nature help her keep calm(er). And her being around your height makes you feel more comfortable around her so you're always seen dragging her around to do something silly. You help her look for the exit, kind of. Your different way of seeing the world has helped her find many things out though. Did you know that their's a secret building at the bottom of the the digital lake? She only found it cause you mentioned said something about Atlantis while swimming then proceeded to dive under the water scaring her.

All of them started to get worried when your usual energetic and optimistic self started to act tired, all the time. Even someone as at your age who seems to be the perfect fit isn't immune to the problems the circus has it seems. When you started to get depressed it freaked Ragatha out causing her to be more strict with you because she didn't want to see you hurt. That only made it worse though. None of them take you abstracting well. Even Jax, despite being a jerk he ended up getting kind of attached to you. Cause no matter how mean he was you were always nice to him. "Wonder if their still causing chaos in the afterlife..." Caine being the ring master was always trying to cheer everyone up and get their mind off you but it never really worked. It slightly affected him too, not because he was attached to you. But because you were so young... "Couldn't even keep a kid alive..." Ragatha after losing you would either lock herself in her room staring at your old bed trying to decide on if she should or shouldn't take it down. It the only thing she has left to remember you by. You had your whole life ahead of you. But she ended up not being able to help. Just like with all those others... "Is it even worth the effort at this point. Am I even helping..." Kinger had already lost Queenie his S/O... Now you, the one he was actually starting to see as his kid. That is what pushed him over the deep end. You two his family, both abstracted. At least he'll get too see you two again... "I'll be there soon love, just have to grab Y/N's books..."

(Idk if this is good or at all what you wanted. But I tried. Hope you enjoyed it. Also if you all could please check my request rules before requesting. It would make my life much easier. Thanks. Also I kinda wanna re-write this without the abstraction part.)

xoxo, Jester

[thedensworld]

Post Magazine | K.Mg

Pairing: Photograper!Mingyu x Actress!Reader

Genre: fluff

Words Count: ±700

Summary: It was an honor for Mingyu to collaborate with a well-known magazine. But this job made him realize that love at first sight is real.

Mingyu's got a face that screams "bad boy," and he's given up trying to argue otherwise. He's got that classic playboy look, and an occupation of playboy, a photographer, no less! So, when he tries to convince people he's got an old soul and a sentimental side, they just give him the side-eye. Mingyu's decided to let his looks do the talking, after all, it's all about that first impression, right?

He's snapped shots of so many celebrities, and they all ooze glamour and charisma. Last time, he was working with Cha Eunwoo, an idol-actor who's now a buddy thanks to being the same age. But there's been zero post-work chit-chat with any of his models, except for Eunwoo. So, it raised an eyebrow when he waltzed up to the editor asking for your digits.

"I'll pass along her management's info," the editor said, conveniently hiding the fact that he's got a bit of a soft spot for you after that last shoot. Okay, maybe it's not just a "bit" anymore, it's a full-blown crush.

It started when Mingyu gets the call that he's in charge of the photo shoot for a rising starlet, Jang Y/n. It's your first time gracing a big-time magazine, so Mingyu tries to do some sleuthing about you. Mostly cast as a villain or a bit unhinged, your online pics aren't exactly flattering. Mingyu's scratching his head trying to figure out what style you'd vibe with.

When the big day approached, Mingyu's armed with a couple of style ideas for your shoot, hoping they'll match your vibe and brand. He's deep in discussion with the editor when your manager shows up.

"Y/n has those magnetic and charismatic aura that makes people think she's a tough . But she's really a soft and timid person," your manager spills the beans, enlightening Mingyu and the editor.

"It'll be good to show the side that people hasn't known about. Let's roll with these," the editor picks out two mood boards, going for dark academia and chic stylings.

And your manager wasn't kidding. You're like a total 180 from the roles you usually play. You're not some evil assassin, psycho girlfriend, or creepy stalker. If Mingyu could describe it, you're just radiant. You step into the studio with a grin plastered on your face, and your hair's practically glowing. Mingyu swears, your eyes are like a novel waiting to be read, and he's itching to turn the pages.

Just the night before, Mingyu decided to check out one of your films - the one where you played the mad stalker. He was blown away by your acting skills, even if you looked more like a scruffy vagabond. And now here you are, dressed to the nines, portraying a powerhouse career woman in front of him. As soon as Mingyu looks through the viewfinder, he sees his future. Love at first sight might be pushing it, but let's just say he's smitten.

"Could you lean in a bit, Y/n?" Mingyu asks, second-guessing if that was the smartest move ever. You lean towards the camera with this sly grin, and Mingyu's heart does somersaults.

Mingyu lets out a dramatic sigh, "Let's call it a wrap." He mumbles and dashes over to the monitor, trying to cool off his racing heart. And this is just the first outfit; there are four more to go.

"Is everything alright?" You ask the crew as you step onto the set with your last outfit. "I've never worn something like this before," you admit. Mingyu shoots you a reassuring smile, "You look stunning, absolutely stunning," he assures you.

The rest of the crew is in awe, and you playfully cover your face as if you're blushing. But Mingyu, with his photographer's eye, spots a genuine flush of pink on your cheeks and ears. Maybe he's got a touch of it too, but he's too busy being in awe of your beauty to care.

"It would be amazing if you could strike a pose like Ma Jooahn," the assistant director suggests, referring to one of your past roles as a ruthless assassin. You slip right into character. Your eyes shoot daggers, your smile vanishes, and you look ready to take on the world.

"I'll just pretend there's a pesky fly to squash right here," you mutter while turning to your right, earning a laugh from the crew.

"I wanna be that fly," one of the crew members chimes in, making you burst into laughter and breaking character. Mingyu shakes his head, looking at the monitor beside him; his weakness is a woman with wit and grace. You seem to have both in spades.

*

"You're absolutely smitten, buddy." Eunwoo clinked his can against Mingyu's, chuckling at his friend's infatuation with you. For almost an hour, Mingyu's gaze hadn't strayed from your portrait.

"Come on, focus on your work," Eunwoo urged, playfully nudging Mingyu, who seemed a bit unsteady.

"I am!" Mingyu retorted, gesturing to his laptop, where he was diligently editing photos from your previous shoot. "Staring is also part of my job," he added with a smirk.

Eunwoo let out a dramatic sigh. "There's something you should know about her," he began, catching Mingyu's attention.

Mingyu's brow raised, then quickly furrowed. "What?" he inquired.

"Does she have a boyfriend?" Mingyu interjected, curiosity evident in his voice.

Eunwoo shrugged. "I'm not certain," he admitted. "But there's some gossip that floating around the actors."

Mingyu fixed Eunwoo with a steady gaze, silently urging him to continue.

"She's a mom," Eunwoo dropped the bombshell.

Mingyu's head drooped, disappointment evident on his face. "So what if she's a mom? Is she a widow? That just makes her even hotter, honestly! Ack—" Mingyu began to enthuse before Eunwoo playfully smacked his head.

"Come on! Seriously! I personally haven't worked with her, but some actors say she has a kid, or that she's often busy taking care of them, which might be why she hasn't taken on lead roles. But, i'm not sure either," Eunwoo explained, offering the tidbits he'd gathered.

Mingyu scoffed, "If you're not sure, don't spread it around."

Eunwoo rolled his eyes, a little surprised by Mingyu's strong reaction.

"You've got it bad, my friend," he teased, shaking his head.

*

After a few weeks, what was once a rumor turned into a nightmare for Kim Mingyu. Dispatch, a popular Korean media outlet, released photos of you with your daughter. Some of the pictures were taken in front of a daycare, park, and even a hospital. Mingyu isn't happy seeing your privacy violated by the media, especially as you're gaining more fame. But what Mingyu despises the most is that the pictures are real, with zero editing.

There are two possibilities:

1. You have a secret husband.

2. You're a widow with a child.

Mingyu is perfectly fine with the second possibility. He believes he's good with kids and loves the idea of being around them. But the first possibility? Dang, It hits Mingyu like a punch in the gut. After nearly a month of being your biggest fan, he can't believe he has to remain just a fan. He hasn't even mustered the courage to call you. His heart shattered before he could offer it to you.

Didn't Mingyu mention he's a very sentimental person? Oh yes, he certainly did.

"I'm sorry. Did I hear you correctly?" Mingyu asked during a phone call to the other person.

"We noticed you worked with Y/n on her last photoshoot sessions, so she might be comfortable with you," the other person, a representative from your management, explained to him.

Mingyu shook his head, "No, I mean... Did I hear... So, Y/n wants me to be the photographer for her release?"

"Yes, Mingyu. She believes in you for this release, and we want the best for her and her daughter."

Mingyu was left speechless after receiving the phone call. He immediately cleared his schedule for you after the call ended. He still remembered the tone of your management team as they stated, "We want to release a statement regarding the spreading rumors about our artist, Jang Y/n. She personally recommended you as the photographer. You know, the rumor is pretty sensitive for her, and the last thing we want is to make her uncomfortable during the photoshoot."

Mingyu couldn't stop smiling once he saw you arrive at the studio with your daughter in your arms. Mingyu guessed she might be 3 to 4 years old. Putting the rumor aside, your daughter is the cutest little human in the world.

"Thank you so much for accepting the request. It means a lot to me, Mr. Kim," you approached Mingyu after putting Jihan, your daughter's name, down.

Mingyu bowed, "No, it's an honor. Thank you so much for trusting me. And you can call me Mingyu, please be casual with me. No formality needed," he said to you and gave you a reassuring smile. Deep inside, he was the one who needed reassurance here, as his heart pounded like crazy.

"We're here today to shoot a beautiful portrait and video for our release. Be careful not to hurt yourself, let's work together for us," the director gave a brief direction before the photoshoot started.

Mingyu took beautiful pictures of you and Jihan. He stood behind the camera as they shot a video of you talking about Jihan, clearing up the misunderstandings.

"Jihan was almost three years old when I adopted her. I used to volunteer at the foster home when I met her, and she was so little. I found out that she's suffering from a physical disability due to harmful substances during her pregnancy."

"There's a long process in adopting her. I had to run a few tests to make sure I was an appropriate adopter, and I was so grateful that it didn't take longer time for me to finally have her."

"I actually didn't want to break this news, but the news broke itself, right? I just want to say that there's nothing wrong with having a kid, whether you're married or not. Everyone has a reason. Doing this interview is also hard for me, but I want to encourage all parents, single parents out there, that having a kid is not a sin but a blessing. And I'm very blessed to have Jihan."

Mingyu smiled as he saw Jihan, who was sitting behind you, playing with Legos. She now approached you to show you her Lego creation. "That's amazing, baby." His heart melted once he heard you compliment your daughter, completely distracted from the shoot and focusing on Jihan, which spoke volumes about your personality.

Maybe Mingyu's weaknesses boil down to three things: witty women, graceful women, and you.

He'll start by making a move toward Jihan. She mentioned his height earlier, expressing a desire to be held by him. He's all in! If Jihan wants to call him "dad" immediately, he's a goner.

He's definitely going to ask you out after this.

[bones4thecats]

Hi I see you’re request are open can I ask of transformers animated Optimus x female bot Vaggie reader , she use to be an elite guard but after she spare the life of an decepticon she was punish by her superior (sentinel spark mate) by cutting her optic and taking away her position

TFA! Optimus Prime w/ Vaggie-Bot! S/O

Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers Animated) Requester: 🩰Anon A/N: I'm gonna call you 🩰Anon, unless you're one of my other Anons. Which if you are please tell me and I can change it! Anyways, I hope you liked this! Also, there is no mention of the Lute-ified Cybertronian being Sentinel's sparkmate, but if you want her to be, you can imagine it. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of body mutilation, attempted murder, death, murder and trauma ⚠️

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╚═════ Optimus Prime ══════════════════════════╝

⚔️ Graduating alongside your old friend, Napier, you began to serve your Captain, Supersonic. Who, despite the fact he had a large processor, was a very good leader when it came to any kind of military issue

⚔️ Now, many cycles after your first day alongside the two Elite Guard members, you were now working with a space-bridge repair crew lead by your sparkmate, Optimus Prime, you were happily watching over Sari while her father worked

"Hey Y/N!" The young girl yelled from the ground.

"What's up, Sari?"

"Why do you have that patch on your eye?"

⚔️ Your one good optic widened as you reached up and felt the metal patch covering your opposite optic. The straight-edged black metal with a rose-red x on it making your digits repulse slightly

"It's a long story, you really don't wanna know." You said nervously.

"No! No! No! I've wanted to know as well!" Bumblebee said, standing up from behind the human child.

"Know what?" Bulkhead asked as he walked in.

"What happened to Y/N's optic."

"Oh yeah! Me three!"

"Now, now, you guys. If Y/N doesn't feel comfortable telling the story, they shouldn't have too." Optimus said as he laid a servo on your shoulder.

"I concur." Prowl said.

⚔️ Sari, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead all awed as you smiled gently and laid your servo on Optimus', assuring him that it was fine for them to ask you since they were far more innocent with the cost of serving underneath Ex-Captain Supersonic

⚔️ Motioning for them all to sit down, even having Ratchet join in right before you began the tale, much to his fake chagrin. You felt Sari finally situate her blanket around herself and lean into the large pillow she held to look at you and listen

"It all started during one of our patrols to check for any rogue Decepticons..."

»–•–«

⚔️ Walking side-by-side Napier, you smiled and nodded along with her rambles. She was speaking about how troublesome some of your previous classmates at the Autobot Academy were since they were joining your regiment under Supersonic

"Lieutenants Y/N and Napier."

⚔️ Turning around, you saw one of your Captain's mechs bowing lightly before standing and telling you that the titular mech wanted you and her to speak with him in his office

⚔️ Nodding along with his words like you did with Napier, the three of you walked down many halls towards the golden-office, stopping only until Supersonic allowed the door to be opened

⚔️ Sitting down with his pedes up on his desk as he sharpened his axe-like weapon, you bowed alongside your friend

"Captain Supersonic."

"Ah, just the two I wanted to see! We have an incident that needs immediate care."

"What seems to be this 'incident'?" Napier asked.

"There are some Decepticon signals being caught on this planet- uh... what was the planet's name again?" He asked the Bot who had escorted you both there.

"Bov 05UC, sir."

"Yeah! Bov 05UC. You two need to go there and arrest them, bring them back, and you'll be on my good side even more! How does that sound?" He said, leaning back to continue sharpening his weapon.

⚔️ Staring at Napier, you nodded before announcing your agreement to the departure

"Alright! You are both needed in the ship in... a megacycle. You might wanna get packin'."

"Understood, sir." Napier said.

"Have a good rest of your cycle, sir."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out."

��–•–«

"Wow! He sounds like a big scrap-head!" Bulkhead said.

"Well, you're not wrong. Captain Supersonic wasn't the most polite Cybertronian back home. I remember one time he literally came to me injured during the war and expected me to treat him like some prince! He was beyond arrogant with his title." Ratchet admitted.

"Anyways, Y/N, do continue," said Prowl.

"Yes, well, when we arrived on the planet, that was when the incident occurred."

»–•–«

⚔️ The sound of swords clashing was all you could hear besides the screams of the inhabitants of Bov 05UC running away from the fighting

"Y/N, that 'Cons getting away!" Napier yelled, pointing her sword at a runaway Decepticon.

"I got 'em!" You yelled back, chasing after the enemy.

⚔️ Landing from the jump before the alleyway, you watched the short Decepticon turn around. It wasn't a grown Cybertronian, it was a young one... a sparkling...

⚔️ Sorrow filled you as you lowered your spear from attack mode from seeing their fearful optics

⚔️ Stepping towards him, you hushed him in an effort to keep him safe and quiet so that Napier or another guard couldn't hear you sparing his life

"Go. Run now!" You whispered as the little one ran off.

⚔️ Hearing steps behind you, you were shocked to see both Napier and Captain Supersonic there. Napier then grabbed your arm, pulling you towards her, before striking you down with her own sword

⚔️ You screamed in pain as she stabbed your fallen optic into the ground

"Decepticon-sympathizing filth like you has no place in the Elite Guard." She said, ripping your title and honor away from you in a single action.

⚔️ As the two walked away, you struggled to walk off. Only to be found by a random Cybertronian, one you didn't recognize. They kneeled before you with a shock-filled expression before covering your energon-bleeding wound with a large cloth from their carry-on compartment

»–•–«

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! So your friend, who you grew up with just- tore your optic out and took your position away from you like it was nothing! Who does she think she is?!" Sari yelled.

⚔️ Optimus looked at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side as you smiled and patted Sari's little head with your digit

"It's fine now, Sari. I have a great life now. I have a real family. You guys care about one another like nobody ever did back in the Elite Guard. Well, at least the subgroup that Supersonic once led."

"You keep talking about him in past tense, did he like retire or something?" Bumblebee asked.

"Something of the sort..." You nervously answered.

⚔️ Ratchet stood up after you drifted off topic, finishing your answer honestly himself

"He went offline during another battle against Decepticons. Though, those ones were forced to be obedient against their will. Napier, by what I remember, was sent to prison for attempting to kill her fellow soldiers during a state of rage-driven madness."

⚔️ Sari's eyes widened as she looked back at you and Optimus

"You also said that you have a real family now... do you consider us family?" Bulkhead asked.

"Of course! Prowl's the oddball, Ratchet's the grumpy old-mech, Bee and Bulk are the younger siblings, Sari and Isaac are basically like the friends of the unit-"

"And you and Optimus are like the parents!"

"Huh?!" "What?!"

"Too much?"

"Just a tad..."

[showstopper35]

Lost Light Crew Walks in on You Changing

warnings: slightly implied sexual references? not that much. mostly just the crew being goofy. I suppose this takes place in a human AU, or maybe the reader is human. I don’t know. Or care.

Rodimus

-He doesn’t even knock. He just barges right in, freezes, and practically screams some apology. “HOLY FRAG, I’M SO SORRY! I mean, damn, you look good, but I’M SO SORRY!!” He takes waaaaay too long to shut the door again. He then later pretends like nothing happened and flirts with you instead.

Drift

-He blinks. You blink. “Uh? Can you shut the door?” You ask. He blinks again, then you swear he whispers, “Sweet Primus” under his breath as his eyes travel up and down your body before swiftly turning out of the room. You’re all he can think about the rest of the week. Not that he would ever admit that.

Ultra Magnus

-He doesn’t even see you. He knocks. You respond that you are changing and he leaves with a quick apology. The next thing you know, a two-paged apology essay is sent to your datapad.

Ratchet

-He’s a doctor. He’s seen everything. A quick mumbled apology and he’s leaving already. Never mind the slight blush he has. What blush? Nothing happened. I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Cyclonus

-The second he enters he’s already walking backwards out. He doesn’t even apologize, he just makes painfully long eye contact with you. “Oh.” he says before slipping away. He then proceeds to avoid you for three weeks.

Tailgate

-“OH MY PRIMUS I’M SO SORRY HOLY SCRAP PLEASE DON’T KILL MEEEE!” There are tears. Lots of tears. And tripping and more apologies as he tries to close the door. He slams his own digits in the door. “OW! AUGH I’M STILL SO SORRY!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME!” Cyclonus has to console him for hours.

Whirl

-“Are you sure you don’t want to help me steal Magnus’ door?” He barges in without so much as a pause, despite your exposed state. “No! Whirl! Get out!!” He does leave, but not before adding a few choice comments about your cowardice surrounding acts of vandalism. “Fine, I’ll make Skids help me. Also, you look pretty sexy. Not that I’d ever compliment you. I just meant like, objectively.” It’s possibly the kindest thing he’s ever said to you.

Brainstorm

-There’s a lot of stammering, and mumbled swearing. You’re sure he’s blushing and sweating like crazy. He steps backwards, covering his face with his briefcase. “Sorry. I mean of course I’m lucky to have seen you…like that, at least it wasn’t Perceptor who walked in…I’M GONNA GET BACK TO MY LAB NOW!”

Perceptor

-You might not even notice that he reacted at all. A flick of his eyes over your body. A slight stutter. He remains in the room, calmly talking to you, but you notice he’s more fidgety than usual. You smile at him when he leaves, and you swear you hear him release a sigh as the door closes.

Rewind

-Immediately shuts off his camera—and he never does that. He almost runs to you to hold your hand and apologize, but then he realizes that would just make it more awkward. Instead he covers his face and walks backwards out of the room, leaving you to shut the door yourself as his panicked little chattering fills the hallway.

Chromedome

-“Oh. Sorry.” He instantly covers his optics and starts to leave, before turning back around, still covering his face. “Do you want me to erase this memory? For both of us?”

“Uh…” you heasitate.

“I mean…it was a nice view.” He all but whispers, making you laugh. “You don’t have to erase it then, Domey.”

Skids

-Of course he doesn’t cover his eyes. He leaves, of course, but not before making a low, appreciative whistle. He makes a twirling motion with his hand, as if to ask you to spin so he could get the full view.

“Absolutely not. Get out, please.”

“Aw. It was worth a shot.”

Megatron

-Like Magnus, he actually knocks. When you explain that you are dressing, he just gives a swift apology and returns about ten minutes later. There is nothing awkward or undignified about the situation. I mean, did you really expect anything different from Megatron?

Nautica

-“Hey, can you-OH! SO SORRY!” She practically leaps in the air before covering her face. It then takes her six tries to shut the door properly. She doesn’t make eye contact with you for an entire month. Skids apologizes for her again later in the day. Legend has is that she blew a fuse blushing.

Rong

-Huh? When did he walk in on you changing? You don’t remember that? Well, I’m sure he would’ve apologised very politely.

Swerve

-“DAAAAAAMN, YOU LOOK GOOD!” the amount of eyebrow waggling he is doing should count as a medical condition.

“Please get out before I steal every last ounce of engex from your bar.” “Fiiiiine.” You swear he makes the 😔 face in real life.

Nightbeat

-For once in his life, he isn't running his mouth. He just stares. You swear he is committing every bare inch of your body to memory. He appeared mesmorized, as if he was finally confounded by some mystery.

"Uhm?" you squeak, and he snaps out of his trance.

"Sorry. I was just-uh, you look great. Yeah. Bye."

Getaway

-(in a perfect universe, you would shoot him upon entering because of everything he did.)

"This is one room I don't want to leave." He was leaning against the doorframe, drinking in his view of you. Despite your best efforts to quickly cover up, he still hadn't left. Or apologized for barging in. Let's just say he would be in there for a while.

First Aid

-He makes one step into the room, physically shakes his head, slams his mouth shut, and then leaves as quick as he possibly can. You want to visit him in the medbay? Nope. He's found some random patient to work on. You want to drink with him at Swerve's? Nope. He's drunk himself under the table the second you enter the room. Good luck ever getting him to look you in the eye again.

Velocity

-“Oh! Oh, wow- I mean like a good wow, but oh! I’m so sorry!!” She accidentally leaves the door open on the way out. She spends the next couple of weeks wondering if this will cause her to lose her medical license. It doesn’t.

Riptide

-It takes him maybe three whole minutes to realize that you aren’t properly dressed. Enough time that you’re pretty much already dressed by the time he finishes yapping about whatever. “Oh, wait, sorry! Should I have knocked?”

“I think it’s too late for that.”

[lopsicle]

Hi, @fictitious-fluff I’m your Squealing Santa!’I’m sorry this came out in the latter end of December, the holiday season was busy for me and this was my first tickletober!!

This was really fun to write, the prompts you left helped a ton as well!! Hope you enjoy it!!

It’s Not Like I Don’t Like It

Summary: During one of Caine’s adventures, the group splits off into pairs which leads to some very interesting discoveries between Jax and Ragatha.

Characters: Ler! Jax, Ler! Ragatha, rest of the TADC cast

Warnings: Tickle Fic

In The Amazing Digital Circus™, it’s residents could only be sure of one thing. Life would never be dull, whether they liked it or not. It took Pomni some getting used to, much like the rest of the circus members and just like everyone else, she still had no idea what to expect. Whether it was being strapped to a target and having knives thrown at you, being pulled out of a hat, having your limbs played around with like they were apart of a mix and match set, the possibilities were endlessly terrifying. Caine just couldn’t understand how to please them.

He’d set them off on another adventure today, lazily dubbed ‘Sticky Situations’, chosen from a list of hundreds and hundreds of repeated activities for them to be forced into enjoy. The adventure was simple enough though, everyone would be split into pairs and forced to stay with their partner until they found a key that would allow them to separate. And because Caine’s adventures could never be simple, if someone stepped too far away from their partner, they’d be shocked.

The pairings were odd, but fun. Pomni and Kinger, Gangle and Zooble and Jax and Ragatha. Surprisingly, Ragatha was the one to be outraged first.

‘Him?!’ She cried, stomping her foot against the ground and making an over-exaggerated gesture towards Jax. The rabbit looked offended for a moment, his ears growing stiff at the top of his head before he smirked, his beady eyes getting a little wider.

‘Aw, don’t you wanna spent time with me, Dollface?’ He teased, not caring for her answer, just wanting to agitate her. Zooble shot the man a look which he just shrugged off while Pomni looked sympathetically towards Ragatha. She took a step towards the woman, wanting to comfort her but as she was finding the words, another voice overpowered the room.

‘Now that the pairs have been selected, you all have FIVE SECONDS,’ Caine screeched energetically, his eyes popping out of his head for a moment, ‘to stand next to your partner!’

Almost immediately, a pair of hands scooped the small jester up from behind, pulling her away from the red haired woman.

‘Phew, Pomni, I was worried you were gonna get electrocuted!’ Kinger fretted, totally oblivious to what she was trying to do. Pomni nodded along awkwardly, deciding to go along with it.

Begrudgingly, Ragatha made her way other to Jax who decided to stay put, not caring enough to move and knowing his partner wouldn’t risk getting shocked. She had a face like a slapped bulldog though, frowning with her arms crossed over her chest, staring away from the taller man.

‘Alrighty then, enjoy the games and have a spectacular time!’ Caine announced, waving goodbye to the circus crew before disappearing to who knows where. Most of them dissipated fairly quickly, some of them even looking forward to their new pairings. Neither of those were applicable to Jax or Ragatha.

‘Are you gonna move anytime soon?’

Ragatha asked impatiently, Caine’s explanation wasn’t the best; she didn’t know how far she could get from Jax and she didn’t feel like getting shocked.

‘Mmm,’ Jax looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think before staring back down at Ragatha, ‘nah.’

Ragatha’s eye twitched in annoyance, looking about ready to explode in anger at him already. While that would normally be amusing, Jax didn’t have the luxury of retreating as he got an earful of frustrated rants, instead opting to grab Ragatha’s arm and yank her along as he walked.

‘Come on then, let’s get this over with before you throw a tantrum,’ Jax teased her but Ragatha decided not to fight it this time. At least he was actually doing something.

It goes without saying that so far, this was one of their worst adventures yet. They didn’t know how that was possible after going through what felt like an eternity of them, but this easily my took the cake. Their bodies awkwardly bashed into each other to other being shocked, they hadn’t said a word to each other since they started walking and they had no idea where to find the key to free themselves from this God awful social prison. It felt like they were running around in circles inside the circus, and the silence was not doing good for Ragatha’s mental state. The worrying woman was just staring at the floor, questioning if they’d ever find this key. It wasn’t abstracting levels of bad, but it was easy to see that it was taking a toll on her. Even for someone like Jax.

He thought of what to do for a bit, it would be so easy to just ignore it, and Ragatha would deserve it for how she’d treated him today…but this trip was boring enough as it was, the last thing he needed was for them to just not talk.

‘Hey, redhead,’ the rabbit called out abruptly, poking her where her ribs would be with a gloved hand. It took all of her willpower to not jump back and get the both of them electrocuted, though her eyes did widen as a loud squeak exited her mouth. Ragatha covered her mouth afterwards, like she was trying to force the reaction back in before looking down at Jax, whose grin had grown ten times wider. Her eyes narrowed at him, almost like a warning to not say anything. And he didn’t say anything, he just burst out laughing.

‘Pffthahaha, oh my Gahahd, dolly, your ticklish! That’s fuckin’ priceless!’ Jax nearly doubled over laughing, clutching his sides while Ragatha just looked around worriedly, her face getting redder and redder as she hoped no one was hearing him.

‘Shut up, Jax, it’s not that big of a deal!’ Ragatha exclaimed, but her words were honestly true. She doubted anyone else in the circus would care about the grand reveal of her being ticklish of all things, it may be a little interesting to Pomni who was still getting the hang of things here, the only person reacting to it were the two of them. Even then, she should’ve expected something like this from Jax, but being teased about being ticklish was especially flustering to her. Mainly because she…liked it. It was hard not to like to her, it was all warm and fuzzy and made her all squirmy, how could she not enjoy being tickled? Plus, it was like having her real, non-rag doll body again, it reminded her of being a real person outside the circus.

‘Oh, this is a huge deal! I can’t believe it took me this long to find this out…hey, whatcha say we make up for lost time?’ Jax said, his yellow smile getting even wider, taking a soft step closer to Ragatha. The doll in turn, looked up near him, not having the confidence to face Jax directly, especially with her face being so red. She opened her mouth but it was like her insides were completely empty, she couldn’t get anything out of her mouth. Not waiting for an answer, Jax’s hands shot down to Ragatha’s sensitive sides, immediately squeezing at them.

‘Jahahahahahahax!!’ Ragatha shouted from the touch, her hands clasping right over her mouth as her eyes went wide. The woman’s feet tapped against the floor repeatedly, doing her best to not move away. This really was the best worst possible scenario for her.

‘Yeeessss, Dolly?’ The man asked, acting like nothing was wrong here. His dexterous fingers crawled over to Ragatha’s tummy, scratching against the fabric of her dress. Curiously, he was starting to notice how she wasn’t really trying to squirm away from his fingers, it looked like she was bucking into them actually.

‘C-cahahahahan you nanahahahat?!’ The redhead ruffed, struggling to get her words out properly through all her laughter.

‘Well, Raggedy, I don’t think you want me to not,’ Jax mimicked her fractured speech just to tick her off more, but the woman seemed far more preoccupied with the fact that Jax was catching on so easily that she enjoyed this. Of course Jax of all people had to find out, this would be the worst for her! Though, it wasn’t like he stopped tickling her yet…maybe she could enjoy this for a little longer.

‘Juhuhust, shuhuhuhut up!’ Ragatha pouted, tilting her face away from Jax who pulled his hands away for a second, earning a disappointed look for a second. His eyes looked wider and intense, yet somehow had a playful shine in them.

‘Oh, no, no, no, you do not get to tell me to shut up and get away with it!’ Jax called her out before shooting his hands right under her armpits. And that was when Ragatha started screaming.

‘WAIAHAHAHAT, NAHAHAT THEHERE!!’ The woman’s arms clung to her sides instantly, squirming about on the spot with a desperate expression taking over her blushing face. Jax had gotten really lucky just now and landed on her death spot, though she wasn’t complaining. It was sort of relieving in a way, she’d be anxious of him finding this out ever since this tickling attack started so it felt like a weight was lifted now that this was out of the way.

Though, Jax was absolutely loving this. He wouldn’t admit that now that he knew Ragatha actually enjoyed getting tickled, well he didn’t know but it was pretty obvious, but being able to make her screech and laugh was definitely going to be a way for him to kill the time. He messily grabbed at her wrists, clumping them up to hold them with one hand. Then, he raised her arms above her head, leaving that precious death spot of hers on display.

Ragatha tried to wiggle her way out of his grip but it was pretty useless, a couple loose giggles of anticipation slipped out of her mouth, staring over at the rabbit to see when he was going to strike.

‘Alright, let’s see if you can handle this!’ He announced, treating it like it was some game. His fingers began messily poking around the hollows of her armpits to start with, but it quickly morphed into fast, deep scratching against her sensitive skin which drove the woman insane.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHA, I CAHAHHAAHHAN’T!!’ Ragatha admitted instantly, dropping all sense of embarrassment or shame about getting tickled by Jax. Bouncing around on her feet, Ragatha felt like if she was tickled for another second was going to die, or at least get the two electrocuted. While Jax may not care about the first one, he didn’t want to get shocked too and decided to take some pity on the woman.

His hands left her armpits, leaving them with a slight tingling sensation but for the most part, Ragatha recovered pretty quickly. Her face still had a red sheen to it but the shock and horror of the tickling session was passing her now. Until Jax spoke up.

‘Oh, I am so telling everyone about this.’

‘Don’t you dare!’

[askthequeen]

I found this on the internet after Caine gave me a computer, it’s the closest thing I have to connecting to the real world right now

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Ask Info

Ask box is open

If I do not answer your question it’s cause it made me uncomfortable, I can’t answer it, or something personal

Clover is now available for questions!! They also have their own blog (@ask-the-wurm)

Pumpkin is no longer on this blog, they are now here -> @the-virus-boys

Magic Anons are fine

I love fanart of me, queenie, or my oc!! I love seeing so many talented people!!

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IMPORTANT

I am not, repeat, AM NOT linked with the creators of TADC in any way! This blog is just for fun!!

This is also Queenie but not abstracted

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Headcanons

When Queenie is stressed or all hyped up she bakes to calm down, everyone gets worried when she bakes too much cause she'll do it for hours without stopping.

Queenie likes to constantly pick up Kinger like a baby so she doesn't feel weak, that and she likes holding her husband.

Queenie was married to Kinger before the digital world thing and still is now.

Queenie speaks German, Clover speaks French, and Pumpkin speaks Portuguese.

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Lore Parts

#1 Here

#2 Here

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Voice Claims

Queenie Megara (Hercules, 1997)

Clover Low, quiet pitch - Fluttershy (mlp) Normal pitch - Vee (toh) High pitch - Niki (Genloss)

Pumpkin the Entity Normal - Jack Stauber Angry/Glitch - Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mod Blaze Darwin (TAWOG) & David (Hilda) fused

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Follower Goal

Goal:550 || What we have so far:506 When Goal is reached:Gummigoo Moodboard!!

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Mod

@url0calcrvckhead - [Mod Blaze]

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Kids

ADHD Anon (He/Him) Silly Anon Starry Anon☆ Clown Anon 🎉 Autism Anon Ribbon Anon Pawn Anon Insect Anon Artsy Anon (They/Them) Illusion Anon Toothy Anon (he/him) (Taken from Caine) @gangle-the-ribbon @crispycrittercreep (He/Him) 🏳‍🌈👹 @1d10t1c-s1mp (She/They) @jaxfromthatcircus

If you hurt, steal or kill any of my kids I swear to god I will have your head on a spike

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Art of Queenie's Kids

(Art 1 by @clear-chaos-collection || Art 2 by @artsy-anonymous)

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Here's the battle of Mod Blaze & Danger Anon

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Extra

Appreciation post

Mod's Own TADC AU Ask Blog:@the-awful-crews-askblog

My gummigoo blog:@your-gummi-partner

[swervenation]

Swerve x Human Liaison Part 4 (*^▽^*)

It’s shorter than the other chapters - I think I’m gonna just post a scene at a time. Very happy to get back on this. I have so much planned you have no idea.

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / ?

The next day, you sheepishly waited near the observation deck. An hour had slipped by as you deliberated over your outfit, and you even considered ringing up Rung or Magnus for a second opinion. It felt like your future hung on your ability to convince Tailgate you were worth keeping around. You leaned against a wall outside the deck, trying to minimize yourself, as you craned your neck to watch for the bot. Then you saw the looming purple silhouette … you had forgotten that Cyclonus was accompanying the two of you. Tailgate on his own had been intimidating enough. Before you imploded, you recalled some parting advice your psychiatrist had given you: try not to assume the worst. The worst was your first impression: that Cyclonus was here to sabotage this outing and protect Tailgate from you, knowing you were such a creep. With slow, deep breaths, you recentered yourself. This was likely no different from all the other times you saw them together. 

The pair were close enough to spot you now - despite having no visible face, you could tell Tailgate was beaming. In order to avoid cardiac arrest, you focused on him and didn’t look up to his partner yet. But Tailgate was surely not going to judge you as harshly as you feared. He called out your name happily as he approached, then, when he was right in front of you, he turned back to Cyclonus and asked, “Wait - what was that human thing Swerve showed us?” The random mention of that name made something inside you explode. Wordlessly, the tall mech knelt down and extended his hand to greet you. As you took his sharp digits in your hand, you were comforted enough to look up and find his expression to be relaxed, but ever so slightly warm.

When you first boarded the Lost Light, you couldn’t have realized what a handshake would come to mean to you. It was a small, human gesture, and it’s not like you were missing it before Swerve first extended it to you … but now it meant that whoever offered it to you cared about you enough to learn the custom. (Or, somebody cared enough to teach them.)

The icy grip of panic in your chest relaxed slowly and fell away as you performed the same gesture with the very enthusiastic Tailgate. He expressed how happy he was to receive your message and immediately started to correct your apparent misperceptions of the crew, starting with his partner. Cyclonus, according to him, was every bit as badass as he appeared, but only on the battlefield. "Trust me, he's a big sweetheart!" Tailgate hugged his leg and, although he turned his face away, you could see something of a smile on that face.

 Without further ado, the three of you stepped into the observation deck. You were instantly overcome by the enormity of your surroundings. You generally stuck to a strict routine, too apprehensive to go exploring. Habsuite to work to Swerve’s to habsuite to work etc etc. It had been as though your entire reality was contained within these walls. Seeing the stars around you through the crystal clear glass was overwhelmingly sublime. You drank it all in with wonder. 

 Swerve happened to be passing through the observation deck to get to his appointment with Rung. Finally, he was about to spill the beans about you. He'd been quiet about this crush for so long, it was more than he could handle. He was pondering if he should answer the typical therapy questions Rung was going to ask to start or if he should just start talking about you as soon as he entered the room - then he spotted you. Your head was tilted back and your eyes were wide in amazement as you slowly twirled around the room, absorbing as much of the Universe as you could. The stars gleamed as little pinpricks of light on your ever curious eyes. Swerve stood frozen in awe before his sense took hold of him and he quietly tried to sneak past the three of you. 

Swerve couldn't escape Cyclonus's attention, though, as he cocked an eyebrow at the minibot. Then, with the slightest hint of a smirk, he greeted him. “Hello, Swerve.”

Tailgate turned to see his friend and you just about jumped through the deck’s glass ceiling. Quickly, you scrambled behind Tailgate and tried to look as casual as possible while carefully observing him outside of his natural habitat. 

“Oh, hey, Cyc. Didn’t see ya there,” he almost winced. “Hey, Tailgate, hi, y/n.” He pronounced your name with a hesitance, as though he were bracing himself for something. Your head swam to hear him acknowledge you.

“Hi, Swerve! What are you doing here?” Tailgate asked.

“I was just passing through on my way to …” thinking quickly, he stumbled into the most high IQ 4-D chess move possible. “... To the Med Bay. Ratchet needs me.”

“Are you okay?!” you interrupted with concern, jumping out from behind Tailgate despite yourself.

“Yes! Yeah, I’m great. Thank you for asking!” there was a note of genuine appreciation in that. “But, anyways, Ratchet needs my help. Ratchet’s such an amazing medic, did you know that? Have you met him? He’s practically the best doctor in the Universe. So, yeah, he just asked if I could stop by and help him.”

You cocked your head in curiosity. What would a bartender be doing in a med bay?

“Does someone else have Cybercrosis?” Tailgate guessed. 

“YES, exactly, that’s it. He needs me to, like, supervise the treatment. Make sure he’s doing it right. Man, I still can’t believe I invented the cure for that. That’s crazy.”

“Cybercrosis?” You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking.

“Cybercrosis is … nasty. Paralysis, blindness, amnesia, until your spark shrinks into nothing. Primus,” Tailgate shuddered as his visor dimmed, “You would not beLIEVE how much it sucks.”  

“Yup, it was an uncurable and 100% fatal disease for millions of years. But Tailgate got it a few years back, and I fixed him up. First one to do so. It was pretty much a death sentence, but that didn’t stop me.”

“Wait - is this sarcasm?”

“I wish I could tell you he was exaggerating,” Cyclonus admitted, “But I’m afraid that’s all true.”

“Yeah, nobody would think your friendly neighborhood bartender would actually turn out to be a life-saving doctor,” Swerve said, putting his servos on his hips confidently, looking heroically away from you and into the distance, “But here I am.”

“Skin doctor,” Tailgate clarified.

“Life-saving skin doctor,” Swerve corrected him. 

“Wow,” you said breathlessly, “That’s amazing.” Your head was spinning. You were trying to process this paradigm shift. You found him impressive just as a bartender - but he’s also a life-saving (skin) doctor? He was far out of your league. 

“Thanks!” he responded cheerfully with a small crackle in his voice. His face lit up with that gentle blue glow. “Anyways, I should get going. Can’t keep Ratchet waiting. See you around!” With that, he transformed and shot out of the room. Cyclonus noted that Med Bay was in the opposite direction, but didn’t say anything about it.

[dystini]

2020 Indy 500 Prank

Some pranks are done and forgotten almost instantly. Some become sagas, stretching out over days and weeks, past the actual race. Here is one of those.

The Indy 500 in 2020 was delayed until August due to the pandemic. But this did not deter the pranks from happening. The Off Track with Hinch and Rossi episode where this was discussed is not easily available anymore but it was a good listen.

August 19, 2020 Alex Rossi, despite having a bus, does not sleep at the track except for the night before the Indy 500 and perhaps the night before qualifying. He’s said he prefers to sleep in his bed at home. This fateful morning, he was sent a pic of his bus.

He went PitFit, the gym many drivers use, and immediately accused James Hinchcliffe of being involved, going so far as to demand Hinch’s phone so search his texts for evidence. He found nothing.

As per Hinch:

“I’m standing in the gym, minding my own business, and Alex walks up in right behind me, gets really close into my ear and just goes “You’re fucking dead,” said Hinchcliffe, who needed “the better part of an hour” to clear his name. His innocence sufficiently was proved after allowing Rossi to look at various text conversations with Andretti Autosport employees.

“He was like an angry girlfriend,” Hinchcliffe said with a laugh. “‘Show me your phone!'”

With Alex’s tweet, news of the prank had spread wide and far, and it was a huge topic of conversation, both online and in interviews at the track. With Hinch cleared, Conor Daly was the next prime suspect, along with Colton Herta. Alex told all of the crew members (and likely anyone else who would listen) that he suspected them. This caused Conor to panic and he called Colton, not knowing that Alex was with Colton and listening on speakerphone. The conversation went as follows.

"Aw dude, how'd he find out," Daly asked Herta. "He knows it was us."

"Yeah, man," Herta replied. "He came into the engineering room and he looked right at me and said he knew it was us. And I didn't know what to say."

"Well, did you tell him?" Daly asked Herta.

"Nah man," Herta said. "But I'm not a very good actor."

Alex, now knowing that Conor was his target, attempted to procure Conor’s keys.

Rossi learned Daly would be on a date that night but didn’t know the woman or have her number. They talked after he reached her via an Instagram direct message, but she was unable to find Daly’s keys.

So Rossi went to the restaurant where Daly and his date had dinner and received permission from the parking valet (who was a friend) to search Daly’s Tahoe — fruitlessly — for the keys.

Rossi later learned the keys were in Daly’s right front pocket.

“The moral of the story was I couldn’t get the bus keys,” Rossi said. “I did everything I possibly could and couldn’t make it work.”

Conor also hid his golf cart somewhere on the grounds of IMS, no doubt aided by his stepfather, track President, Doug Boles.

August 22, 2020

Alex attempted his revenge, aided by Colton. This also failed.

August 27, 2020.

Conor attempted to defend himself with this tweet.

Colton denied involvement...

and went on to threaten to release Conor’s phone number.

Someone else, in a tweet now deleted, DID release Conor’s phone number.

The next day, Tim Durham, producer of Off Track with Hinch and Rossi decided to join in, aided by others, releasing the first few numbers of Colton’s social security number. This was not as dire as it sounds as those numbers are based on location and year of birth and apply to millions of people and can be deduced by knowing those two pieces of information, which for Colton, is public knowledge. It’s the last few digits that are the true identifiers so Colton was never in any real danger of identity theft as Tim and the others likely did not even know the rest of the digits.

The prank faded into the mist at this point, nearly forgotten until 2022, when Alex finally got his revenge. But that is another story.

[noodleblade]

lowkey manifesting more sg simpatico (you dont have to if you dont want to!)

oh anon, you don't know how deranged I am about this dumb dumb au. Thank you for the indulgence:3 AO3 Link

Again, disclaimer- haven't read shattered glass but these two aren't even really in it so who cares:) Enjoy!

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The notification rang across his HUD; a flashing, red alarm screaming across his processor. 

INTRUDER . 

The word was quarrelsome, the implication behind it more so. Someone had entered his lab, unauthorized. Agitation curled at the base of his neck, a quiet curiosity igniting in his chest. 

There were a few possibilities of who would be so thoroughly glitched in the processor to break into his laboratory and there was an idle worry that it could be Decepticon infiltrators. However, none of his intensive security measures had actually been triggered. The only notification received was that the doors had been opened with an old password that had been changed years ago; old information that Perceptor rigged to ping himself personally if used; old information only a servoful of mechs knew, almost all now offlined. 

It was after hours, the dead of the recharge cycle. The facility ran on a skeleton night crew while most mechs were deep in recharge. It was an odd coincidence Perceptor was still awake, one he dared not to read into. Awful, terrible hope fluttered in his spark as his processor brought images of bright yellow plating and calculating red optics.

It was a quick walk to his labs. A quiet one too, eerily so. Naturally, Perceptor thought of the worst, but in truth, most mechs stayed clear of his labs, lest he be in need of assistance and low on bodies. The isolation was desired nevertheless and certainly now as he arrived at the doors in a matter of a few kliks without running into a single person.

Any lingering thought of Decepticon forces breaking into his lab were cast aside as he stared at the key entry. Energon dripped from the housing, leaving a smudge of digits that had fumbled with the password. Worry quickly crushed any fleeting hope as Perceptor entered his lab, the energon on his digits too fresh, too warm.

His optics immediately landed on the mech curled up against the wall of his lab. Brainstorm was already difficult to miss, plating too bright and mind too wicked, but in the sterile, stillness of the lab, the jet’s trembling plating and blinding optics were impossible to miss.

“Took you long enough, Percy,” Brainstorm greeted. His words were soft and slurred, muffled against his own shoulder as his helm seemed unable to sit up right. “I’ve been waiting for ever . I think your security protocols need fine tuning unless you like midnight visitors.”

Perceptor did not run but he quickly marched to Brainstorm’s crumbled form and fell to his knees. His joints protested the harsh treatment but he paid them no mind as he reached for the mech before him. Too gentle then he had any right to be, Perceptor cupped Brainstorm’s helm, lifting it slightly to meet his gaze. His optics were blurred and foggy, unfocused. There was a faint recognition that glimmered in them as they met Perceptor’s. Brainstorm’s field weakly curled around them in a clingy, fondness as he nuzzled into Perceptor’s servo, engine vibrating in a mock of a purr. It did little to quell the nervous rage boiling beneath Perceptor’s plating. 

“Who’s energon is this?” Perceptor asked, words spoken through clenched denta.  “Yours or-?”

“Not mine,” Brainstorm hummed, words a little breathy as he spoke into Perceptor’s palm. The blast mask blocked any true contact yet Perceptor could still feel the ghost of each word through the vented air. “You should see the other guy. Actually…” 

Perceptor jumped as Brainstorm shook his wrist. The ever-present briefcase rattled against the stark white floors and left a stream of energon in its wake. Without removing his servo from holding Brainstorm’s helm, Perceptor unclasped the briefcase. 

“You are going to love me so much,” Brainstorm cooed, static hissing his words. “I won’t even need to ask for a kiss this time.”

His digits grazed glass, energon slick and sticky. His optics darted down to see the edges of a spark casing, the housing broken and leaking energon but thankfully not Brainstorm’s own. 

“Where…who?”

“You need a mitotic spark for your testing. I read your thesis. Brilliant as always. So, so brilliant.” Brainstorm was speaking directly into his servo but his hazy optics never broke contact with Perceptor’s. “You’re so perfect, Percy.”

Perceptor could only stare at the deranged mech. With no signs of actual injuries, his symptoms pointed more to very low fuel levels. He couldn’t be sure but Brainstorm didn’t seem to be in any actual pain. Just a little weak and punch drunk. Still, there was something beyond touching to have the mad jet working himself to such a state to please him, processor solely focused on Perceptor and Perceptor alone. It was a devotion that felt unearned but one he didn’t want to cast away. 

“Thank you, Brainstorm,” Perceptor murmured, abandoning the retrieved spark casing to fully cradle the other mech helm. “Good job.”

“Yeah?” Brainstorm asked, breathless and field awash with too much hope and yearning. 

“Yes.” Perceptor used his thumbs to rub comforting circles around his cheeks. “And now you need some rest.”

Brainstorm let out a petulant groan, pressing more into Perceptor’s servos. “Can’t we stay like this a bit longer? I never get to see you. You’ve been avoiding me.”

That wasn’t entirely untrue. Perceptor had been allowing distance to broach their relationship . Being too fond, too soft didn’t allow one to last long term in the Autobot ranks. It left a mech too exposed, too vulnerable. Brainstorm made Perceptor feel this way, as if every thought, every feeling the mech before him could pull out with an ease he shouldn’t have. 

It was why he had blocked Brainstorm’s persistent comms, why he remained locked in his lab and his work. A forced isolation, not that anyone had really noticed. If anything, that was his normal. His clandestine meetings with Brainstorm would be more cause for concern and while they had yet to be noticed, Perceptor didn’t know how long those would truly be kept a secret. 

Evidently, his avoidance had turned to negligence. A misstep on his part. He may like his test subjects lifeless and cold, but the very notion of Brainstorm’s twisted mind going quiet was sickening. Perhaps this was softness that demanded Perceptor retract his avoidance measures, perhaps it was inexplicable fondness that made him disregard any further actions of separation. 

A smile threatened to broach his faceplates as possessiveness and adoration bloomed in his spark. Perceptor found he almost didn’t mind. “I was thinking we could go back to my habsuite. Together.”

Brainstorm snapped his helm up, optics wide and glassy. “Really?” he whispered in total awe. “Like, really, really?”

Perceptor hummed. “I’m not one to mince words. Now, come on.” 

Without waiting, Perceptor wrangled Brainstorm into his arms, mindful of his wings as they pressed flat against his back. A small squeak came from the jet’s intake but once stable in Perceptor’s arms, his engine purred happily.

The walk to his hab was a quiet one, his steps echoing in the darkness. Perceptor was grateful once more for the isolation. A reunion such as this should be done alone.

“Are you going to unblock my commlink?” Brainstorm’s voice was soft and sleepy, the words slurring together. The exvents were almost ticklish against his neck cables.

“No,” Perceptor whispered. He ducked his helm to speak quietly into his audials. “That would defeat the fun for you. I expect you’ll figure out a way back into my comms soon enough.”

“Mmmm, I do love a challenge, Percy.” Brainstorm’s optics were dim, his engine humming quietly as he teetered on the precipice of recharge. Black servos curled against the acrylic plate on Perceptor’s chassis. “I love you.”

“I know.” Perceptor swallowed the words that were trying to push up his intake, words he felt less and less resistant to say back. 

[the-awful-crews-askblog]

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[jester089]

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What would happen if, having appeared at the circus, the reader looked around and said animatedly. “Wow...this place has changed so much. You did a good job, Kane!” - instead of the usual panics. It was as if they were already here. And how do they know his name is Kane?

everything is very simple. The reader has already been to the circus once (back when the queener was alive), but was able to escape. The reader decided to come back, because they felt sorry for the people in the circus, but when they came again, all the old characters had long since disappeared, and instead they saw the main cast. They had to explain everything again: what the world looks like from the outside, how much it has changed, and most importantly, that there is a way out and they are helping them.

They know how to find a way out, remember their past and true name, and have decided to came back to help others escape. It would be cool if Kinder remembered the reader, because he was the first

Back so soon?

So their is what you asked. But it made me think of something. What if reader was someone who created Caine/the circus. And they check in like every 6 months or so just to see how everything is going, and to make sure nothing is going horribly wrong. But they can't get the others out. So they just do their best to make the place comfortable. I'll still write your request but my idea will probably be written soon. Maybe. I honestly don't know. But you didn't specify on if you wanted the crew sperate or not so I'm just going to do a one shot.

TADC crew x Reader who visits the circus

You pop in on digital circus every now and again just to check in on everything and see how Caine is. Your a coder and stumbled upon it by chance. That is actually how you found a way out, and help everyone with their memories. Those x'ed out doors are people you've gotten out, or ones who abstracted before you could help them. You sometimes use it as a vacation too. Life is stressful and that place is full of a childlike fun and relaxing atmosphere when you aren't worried about escape. I mean you don't have to eat, drink, or sleep. And you get to go on silly adventures. 10/10 vacation spot if that's your thing. You pop into the colorful main room and look around. It's about the same as last time, that isn't a bad thing though. "Caine! I'm back!" No response. huh. Eh he's a busy guy you can't really blame him. You start walking towards the rooms hoping to meet everyone new. ~~~~~

You get there and skim over the doors different pictures. "Ok so looks like we gottt. A comedy masked ribbon person. A mismatch of colors and pieces poor them. A chess piece. Oh no, their was a queen version. Oh geez now I feel awful. Maybe I should stop by more... Ok uhh, a ragdoll. A periwinkle bunny. And a Jester. Alright not a bad line up." You ring each rooms door bell getting no response each time. "Wonder where everyone is. I hope they're ok." You start wandering around calling out for Caine every now and again. ~~~~~ After around 20 minutes of wandering you find Caine and the group of people that the rooms belong to at the carnival. You jog up to them waving. "Caine! I'm back!" He does an over the top spin and hold the sides of his head like. "Y/N!!! What a pleasure to see you again! Back so soon too! We were having a day at the carnival! Seeing as how it wasn't used for a long time I made some changes! Their is now more rides! And an arcade! How about I introduce you to everyone!" "Yeah I would love that! Also I can't wait to try out the new rides. I had been on the old ones more times then I can count." He directs you towards the crowd of people some are looking at you confused as to how you know Caine, and aren't freaking out. Some just look like they don't wanna be there. ~~~~~

Around 5 minutes later you know everyone by name (Sorry I didn't write that. But you already know who they are and that would have taken me longer then I'm willing to take) so you introduce yourself and how you know Caine. "It's lovely to meet you all! I'm Y/N L/N, but you can just call me Y/N. I'm a coder who can get in and out of the digital circus so I visit sometimes." The short Jester who you now know as Pomni snaps her head in your direction. "You have a way out?!" "Uhh yeah. That's actually the main reason I visit so often. To help people out and get them out. It doesn't really work without me here so I try and visit whenever I can." "Get. Me. OUT OF HERE!" "Ok, ok geez. The rest of you want out too?" You receive only positive reactions so you take that as a yes. You motion for all of them to follow but before you walk off you turn to Caine. "Be back soon! Just gotta get these people home." "But of course. I feel their should be a way for me to be able to get people out. You'd think I would me being the controller of everything their would be. But at least their is a way for everyone to get out. See you soon Y/N and thank you again for all your help!" You wave then lead the group back to the main room and to the stage. "You can do this just about anywhere but this is the place that I've found is the best. My best guess is because it's always where people pop in when they first arrive." You walk up to a seeming specific wall and do something (?) to it. You move off to the side and motion for them to walk into the wall. Pomni essentially sprints into it not even thinking that you could be joking. And she goes straight through. The others soon following. After everyone's out you stretch and start walking back towards the carnival. "Some digital cotton candy sound pretty good right now. And I wanna try out those new rides Caine talked about."

(If I'm being honest I didn't really like how this turned out. But I digress. Sorry it took so long. And sorry only really Pomni talked. Still I hope you enjoyed it! I'm going to give this a special tag cause I feel like I'm going to continue it someday.)

xoxo, Jester

[the-amazing-digital-aquarium]

*That really is awful............ how are they gonna ever fix this?*

*he doesn’t know, to be honest. they went over it in their head several times, about getting the fish and shark out first by just.. pulling them out by their tail.. then clean the glass up.. then try to get new glass tank paneling.. it would take a while, especially since Casper planned to do it by themself. They didn’t want to, and it was an impossible task, but I mean, as far as they know there’s no construction crews in the digital world.. and they didn’t have the heart to ask anyone to help them with such a hard and depressing task*

[olivelovesbeeeeeees]

last weekend, i finally saw my photography soulmate after what seemed likes months. maybe even at least a year.

Helin now lives in Jemez Springs. from Santa Fe, where Juan lives, it's about 90min away. last weekend, i was able to get away for the morning to go visit her. and it was just wonderful. i've missed my friend that was my partner in crime of ALL things photography.

she did digital. i did film.

she'd come up with projects. i'd either be in front of the lens or behind them with her.

we both understood which angles were the most flattering for the subject of any photo, whether animate or non-animate.

that Saturday, we spent hours catching up on lost time, soaked in a natural hot spring and ate a whole pizza pie with a side of roasted brussel sprouts. it was so much fun. it was the fun i've been deprived of and the fun that i've missed.

but! when we were walking back to her house from the pizza parlor, i saw this building that sent waves of memories back to me. 12 years ago (2012), my crew, ZQC, took me to Jemez Springs for my birthday. it was my 1st birthday single, as a free gal, and it had been years (since my 19th birthday in 2005) since i had a gathering planned for my year around the sun.

i took this photo (in black and white 35mm film) of a bath house in Jemez right before we hiked to a hot spring. my crew even booked a massage for my birthday, which was in that bath house. that massage, though, was awful! i kept asking my masseuse (who was a female) if she could ease up on the pressure, but she didn't. she kept saying, "just think how good it'll feel when i stop." 😳

and this is that same bath house with the awful massage i was bestowed with 12 years later!

what wonderful memories!

ZQC, circa 2012 in Jemez Springs, NM

[lunaetis]

@everlastiingiimmortals asked :

From Jing Yuan to Eden for the Lunar New Year! "This is your first experience with the Xianzhou's festivities, is it not?" Jing Yuan tilts his head. "I hope it is to your liking. I have something for you, to further commemorate your first festival. It is a custom for the elders of the Alliance to give red envelopes, called hongbao, to the younger — particularly those they are close to. They are said to bring good luck and blessings. I hope you'll accept this small gift from me." The smile on Jing Yuan's face is warm and gentle as he presses a red packet into Eden's hand. "I wish you a very happy new year, my astral friend. May your journeys among the stars be filled with happiness and fortune."

unprompted. || always accepting

​─「エデン」─  the COLORS lighting up the night sky and decorations all around xianzhou luofu had the trailblazer in awe. festivities upon belobog was the only exposure she had to anything related to celebrations. under the orange sky that was slowly turning deep purple, eden found herself enthralled by the LAUGHTERS and people, the shows and lights making the NIGHT into day. while chewing on a sweet, sticky ball of sweets, the familiar voice caused her head to turn. the sight of the GENERAL took her by surprise.

                " for me — ? " instinctively, her hand laid itself out so he could place the red packet onto it. amber hues looked at the envelop while listening to his words. GOOD LUCK AND BLESSINGS. when she lifted her head to gaze at him, the smile he had on his face was a warm one. welcoming and kind, just like the very first day he allowed the astral express to walk upon this very ship he protected.

                her gaze softened as she held the red packet close to her chest, nodding to accept his blessings.

                in a way, eden wished she could have given him something in return. ever since they met, he continued to spread his WARMTH to her and the crew. the trailblazer felt safe every time they landed back here, and it was because of his presence. a NEW YEAR ... gaze of gold mellowed incredibly. what a BRILLIANT soul, he was. bright and warm, like the sun.

                " as long as you're watching over us, general, i'm sure it will be. " her gloved digits found his own for a moment, giving him a thankful squeeze. " happy new year to you too. here's to more years to come, so don't get bored of me just yet. "

[tomwambscunts]

Aw, thank you so much for the recs and thanks for asking! I’m gonna break my answer into 2 parts here because I definitely have a lot of thoughts on this current cast & crew. But overall I’ve REALLY loved season 48 so far. I love that there was such an overhaul of cast members and writers. Imo the show feels genuinely fresh right now and I find that incredibly exciting.

For some context I was off the SNL train for a couple reasons- the state of politics from 2015 onward and especially the 2016 election onward made all kinds of comedy I loved like late night shows and SNL so damn depressing and heavy handed and honestly boring- combined with me graduating and being busier overall in life the last thing I wanted to do was unwind on a Sunday with a bunch of Trump sketches ya know? The second major thing was I just didn’t vibe as much to many of the cast members or writers during that late 10s era. Like Kyle Mooney and Beck Bennett and all the Good Neighbor stuff was so not for me. I’ve been a huge fan of Bowen Yang because of his Las Culturistas podcast for years so when he got on the show I started watching more of his sketches (but it’s funny because I wasn’t watching anything else, just what he was in- like before March I’d never seen a PDD digital short lmao) and then last month I caved and got peacock since they took SNL off Hulu and the rest is history lol

Oh that’s great! I think most people like s48. I feel like s47-48 hires have been so strong and s48 truly feels so fresh. Unfortunately there hasn’t been an episode for me that I’m completely satisfied with but I LOVE the stuff that are coming from newer/younger cast and writers.