#worker au ask

[therealmofamorus]

(Ask, Original Male Stud Crossover, Office) During the office party and while Makoto Naegi is drunk, did Rukia Kuchiki actually convince her favorite co-worker in teasing, to kiss her ass in front of their fellow workers?

"I didn't have to convince him," Rukia replied with a slight blush. "He did it all by himself in order to 'teach' me my place as his big-booty bitch." Rukia let out a slight moan when she saw him kiss her phat booty in front of their fellow workers.

[shisabun-art]

Why is catnap called Kevin if we know his name is Theodore Grambell?

This is a different Catnap!

Theo/Catnap was in the earlier part of my worker AU comic. Kevin is part of a flashback explaining the origins of the new Catnap and Dogday before they run into Angel and the gang.

Kevin and Joseph were the names of two kids on a tape found in Home Sweet Home in chapter 3. I chose Kevin for new Catnap before he was revealed to be a part of Doey soooo... yeah. 🤣

[bunnieswithknives]

Alive Beetlejuice AU that I am rotating in my brain rn. He is so so bad at acting human, he doesn't even bother looking the part and he has no idea how much money is worth.

[forgettable-au]

this may have been mentioned before and I just missed it, but if Sans and Papyrus are brothers, how are Sans and Wingdings related. Still brothers? Or colleagues? Something else??

Still brothers!

[pjs-daycare-new-era]

[witchofthesouls]

Ex-retail worker sparkling, and Camian Nurse/Tarn Crossover.

Tarn would maintain untill the day he offlined, that he was simply suffering from new parent recharge deprivation when he reflexively grabed the criticaly spark stressed sparkling when it rounded a corner darting into him. Parenting Protocols simply overtook him. The entire Armada, who had been trying to catch the newspark, couldn't possibly have been correct in saying he was he was Seeker-kin. He has no idea why his conjux exvented deeply everytime she heard him say it.

You hated, absolutely hated being a sparkling. You'd had a job, an apartment, and your own wheels. Even if the job had been retail hell, your apartment was a 1 bedroom in the attic of a sketchy subdivided shithole and your car was held together with spite and chicken wire. You needed a drink, a pack of smokes and possibly to share a joint with the really old hippy who had the basement apartment. None of those things would ever be options again.

It sucked with the Autobots, who at least tried to be understanding of the situation and respect you'd been an adult closer to retirement than you were to high-school graduation let alone a baby or toddlerhood. It sucked worse with the Deceptions. Fucking Skywarp "rescued" you right before the basterds fucked off of Earth. You weren't calling Prowl or Optimus robot dad. Like hell were you calling any of the baby-crazy Seekers who you'd finaly escaped from, numb pedes and all, dad either. Especially not Skywarp or Starscream. The only one that didn't completely suck was Thundercracker; unfortunately Warp and Screamer came with him as a package deal. You felt sick with yourself for even considering the thought of calling a decepticon your dad.

That, even more than the flock of seekers who'd picked up onn our trail, was why you slammed into the pede of the biggest try-hard of a tank you'd ever seen. Incredibly purple with a Decepticon badge shaped face mask he looked like he was trying to shout to the universe he was the most Decepticon, Decepticon to ever deceive. With speed no one his size should possess he had you up to his chest purring up a storm while he took off sprinting in the direction of Hook's medbay. The purr was begining to do the weird slow calmey thing inspite of your best efforts to hold on to your righteous indignation and atempts to maul his refretibky eell armored servos and chest plate. Him kicking open the door to the medical bay snaped you out of your impending reverie. He flung back a curtain around a medical berth all the way in the back beeping, and bleeping and whiring in panic.

You saw to your immense suprise at a femme with her tits out nursing a pair of sparklings and a floating cradle pod with four other babies and toddlers snoozing away. She looked at Try-Hard like he had lost his mind. Right untill she saw you. Then she went *intense.*

Everyone would have an easier time if the ex-retailer was cyberized into a newspark rather than a sparkling because the poor soul would be incapable of running, and your frame's emotional and physical needs for a creator would trump your tightly clung devotion to some kind of independence.

Unfortunately for the Autobots and the Decepticons, you're a sparkling. A sparkling with full mobility and complete recollection of your old human life as an ex-adult of the short-lived species.

You don't have the innate innocence of the very young with little experience. Your physical appearance doesn't match your dead expression, exhaustion set deep in your protoform. It doesn't help that you feel... extremely brittle, a vulnerability that feels so raw that any mech with a tiny speck of a conscious feels driven to tuck you up.

Tarn, due to the series of ridiculous events that landed him a legal Conjunx and creatorhood, is used to wrangling tiny frames and tinier, medically delicate ones. You, unfortunately, count. His servos are sure and immovable to your squirming, even if your own immature burning spark practically grips onto his EM field, mirroring his calming, slow rotations from its jagged, spiking climb to soothe itself.

Because of your highly unstable state, Tarn immediately brings you to Nurse.

You're a very popular figure for a multitude of ridiculous reasons, and you stay with Justice Division for similarly ridiculous reasons.

You may have decided on Tarn just because his mere shadow keeps everyone away to make distant goo-goo eyes at you, but it's the Camien that sealed the deal.

It's not the easy share of information or her accounting your past self to present ordeal, but the cooking. You honestly cried when she placed a plate of real, chewable food right in front of you. It's properly seasoned as well.

Ever since you woken up as a child of a different species, you had to say goodbye to many things you'd taken for granted, like immediate anonymity, clothes, and the human concept of everything privacy.

You already relearned how to talk from once uncooperative mouth that wasn't musical notes of chirps. Working hard to reproduce the simple basics of the English alphabet as everyone had an opinion to share over the public channel of internal comms, like a real-time chat with an inability to stay invisible.

You had to mourn your old wardrobe and linens. Not only were the materials too fragile, but there was no point as you couldn't take off your newfound metal shell. No more thick, warm blankets to burrito yourself on rainy days. No more hoodies to snuggle into. No more window shopping or ordering in or anything related to textiles.

Privacy and space were mindfucks. The 'polite space' was a laughable concept to Cybertronians as the mechs had EM fields to project their energy. A door isn't a physical barrier, and it doesn't help your new body can't help but react to the smothering presences. Invasive in an indescribable way to tell another human as you end up sobbing on an Autobot's lap -usually on an Autobot officer, but Optimus takes the league as he splays out his field to hunt you down when you try to hide away and refuse to answer calls - pain in your torso subsiding along with the nausea and tremors in your limbs, numbness receding to get swallowed by a flashflood of emotional turmoil caused by 'sparkling-related trauma-response' and 'priority clash between sparkling needs and your mental age' that results in a snotty sobbing mess that forces you into a nap afterwards.

Camien Nurse is a fountain of knowledge, strangely accepting of your ordeal, and well-versed in handling the many potential differences across alien biology.

Apparently, Caminus is a colony that venerates passion in its many forms, so as a whole, they're used to dealing with foreigners and a variety of different species... including hybrids that occasionally happen.

Even the Autobots, a group that literally lived on Earth and intimately worked with humans for decades, still fumbled your adjustment. You're bitter that someone who never stepped foot on your planet (let alone your homeland) bridged the stranger nuances of cultural clashes and Cybertronian physiology and development.

The Nurse knows exactly the kind of energy to exude that simultaneously keeps the sparkling frame happy and settles your more adult mentality.

You're following more Camien lifestyle. As far as the Decepticons are concerned, you're now under the D.J.D. purview, but really, you're acting as an apprentice to the Nurse and Nickel.

You know there's something else going about Nurse as she's far too knowledgeable in many disciplines, but you can't tell if it's a Nurse-thing or a Camien-thing.

It may be a medical-professional-thing as Nurse isn't afraid to poison a guy to force them into checkups, and Nickel manages to keep the Justice Division on schedule with their maintenance.

Once it gets broken out that the Earthborn sparkling has been settled, it will open up arguments.

Tarn has a type, and it's spiteful sparks with the violent competence to back up their confidence. And you're willing to bet that Try-Hard has a kind of incestuous complex that Freud would kill to psychoanalysize as you can't help but notice the same hyperfocus he gives his Conjunx... is the same he gives Megatron. And you know it because you're perched on the mech's shoulders (and you didn't fight it as other mechs still tried to get your space, so Tarn is providing the height and presence for you to play 'keep away') in the shitstorm when the Autobots demand to see you, and it degrades into a massive argument between Nurse and Ratchet. You can't understand the words as they switched to Neocybex, but it's vicious and cutting as Nurse bares her teeth, doorwings splayed high and wide, and Ratchet doesn't explode with a hot temper. He's calm, his tone chilly and frigid with the tundra-cold optics.

You're not a Decepticon. You don't want to be a Decepticon, but no one will drop you back on Earth. Silently, you don't want to return to the Autobots as no one is capable of returning you to your old self. You're currently stuck with the Decepticon Spanish Inquisition inspired by Chainsaw Massacre, Hellraiser, Dark Souls, and Blasphemous. With Addams Family domesticity as a cherry on top for the roving execution squad.

Even other Decepticons are saying... things because the Justice Division gets to keep another sparkling.

You suppress the shiver whenever Megatron, the Warlord that deemed Earth as another battleground in the endless civil war, sets his optics on you. Not as a person but lesser, a reward to shove it against other subordinates' faces over their failures, both a taunt and dismissal.

Life more or less settles in a rhythm. You had to stay under medical observation with Nurse and Nickel. Eventually, taking over Nurse's old hab, so her first clutch happily moved back into Tarn's quarters. Your newfound apprenticeship is a very hands-on one, theoretical within the practical. You're dragged (not unwillingly) to pharmacology preparation, infection control, blade care, anatomy and physiology between frame-schematics, bartering among various aliens, foraging and butchering, musical theory, regional folklore, physical regiment, and applied physics.

Finding out that Cybertronians are intersex with hardware eerily similar to humans is one thing. It was a mindbender to see a pair of really nice tiddies on the Nurse because you didn't expect more human-like secondary sexual characteristics.

You also didn't expect Helex and Tesarus to have tits as well. Theirs were rubber, more akin to bags that could be fully emptied rather than Nurse's protoform wells.

Although you've known about your current child state, Nurse actually has the time to truly impart information, answer the questions on your jumbled mind, and make time to do tests to measure your baseline in matters you never thought you've needed. Compared to Ratchet and his crew, the Nurse and Nickel only service the Justice Division, not a whole army.

You had to stare at the medbay ceiling for a long night because with the revelation of Cybertronian 'interface,' you now had to deal with that you literally felt Autobots' extremely horny 'vibes' coupling up at the home-based. And deal with the bomb that you're currently stuck with a child's body for the next hundreds of thousands of years, give or take a few millennium.

You set your sights on brewing because you stole sips of engex from various sources... and you never felt a deep disappointment that alien hard liquor was the equivalent of a mid beer. Nurse and Nickel commiserate with you. Cybertron, unfortunately, has terrible cuisine. An entire liquid diet that's basically sad rations with faint flavors.

A mech usually needs to pat you down because someone (Swindle) keeps selling you smokes.

You honestly can not believe that the Try-Hard is the only mech who gets consistently laid without a need to start a barfight, mayhem, or a generous helping of contraband.

Cybertronians as a whole seem to have a more lackadaisical idea of seclusion for a quickie because you walked into the married couple clanging away. You're more surprised that Mr. Purple Prose is actually mute in bed... and terribly impressed that Nurse is able to take in the massive spike. She's the more violent, demanding one: biting down on Tarn's neck until the scarred cables rends opens and bleeds, kicking him to urge to go faster.

Just because you have insider knowledge of the married couple's sex life that doesn't mean you spread it to the mechs that seem to crawl out of the vents for an information shakedown because the rumor mills is buckwild.

The Decepticons have a warped opinion over the bonded pair, but if anyone is getting 'ruined,' you would say it's really Tarn. You now understand 'cunt-drunk' and 'pussy-whipped' around Try-Hard's unmoderated field after a session. It's as if Tarn found a new revelation and inner peace in Nurse's valve.

Apparently, Tarn used to be far more up-tight, or so you've been told. By multiple mechs.

You're also fairly sure that Vos wants to fuck them. There's no other way to read how the mech splays himself coyly on random surfaces in a come-hither fashion. Nurse snorts or barks a laugh, whereas Tarn straightup chides the gunformer for 'inappropriate displays during work hours.'

[scalllions]

You have made me love kaimiku ><

this made me so happy to read... i'm so glad people are loving kaimiku again because of my work T_T they are my absolute faves

since my office au has been doing well, here is the ship chart i made them!!!

[kalpeavaris]

Can we have more md deer au pls 🥺

i gotchu fam

[1vylili3s]

So, Shadow Milk, you and Elder Faerie……..how did that happen? Cmon, We’re all curious on how you 2 got together in the past! 👁️👁️

past pt. 27

[n0t-evenhere]

Listen…I know Halloween is still six month away. 😭 I know, but there is no problem thinking ahead of time and having fun! So…I gotta know, what kind of scare actor do you think Ray would be? Consider it an AU (I will not be adding in vampire because….typically for me the vampires who dress up for their scare acting thins not scary. Sooo that’s why it’s not included.) not gonna lie; good old slasher Ray would be rad BUT, you decide!

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Original Male Stud CEO: Worker AU + Smol: Shortjack AU

When Jaune gets a job under Winter... how worried is he about her taking advantage?

"I am more concerned why is it taking her so long to make a move." The small Arc lad replied as he looked warily at the taller white-haried woman who made no attempt to hide her obsessive attraction toward him nor made any move outside of teasing him about his height and the 'accidental bumping' into him, his head crashing against her huge breasts.

[shisabun-art]

...I am mildly concerned for our DogDay's safety.

Because if DD wants Kevin to be the only CatNap, how is he gonna handle another DogDay?

DogDay's dad energy is too powerful. DD only really has issues with anything involving CatNap. As long as DogDay and the gang don't try to separate them they should be fine....probably.

[rengineer]

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[ashton-the-draconid]

Dragon-Drones MD AU Update!

Since so many people responded positively to the first post, I decided to go through with creating a Disassembly Drone model!

Male Disassembly Drone model next to the Worker Drone model

Female Disassembly Drone model closeup without wings Disassembly Drones have permanent claws attached to their paws, unlike the more bean-adjacent toes of the Worker Drones! The underside of their paws is where the items can exit, but the claws always remain. Their visor gains a warning striping instead of the usual X due to me not being able to figure out a way to make it look good. The beak attached to their face takes the place of their headband, working as a scanner! Their tail is a silicone tube instead of the usual cable, but is kept skinny for flexibility. If anyone wants to know more please feel to ask in the notes or my asks, I love answering questions :) Ideas are also appreciated!

Tagging people who showed interest: @wilko222 @15depressedducks @snowwinged-tum @thatweirdocryptid

[andr0nap-02]

rotating the swap au in my mind:

archimedean albrecht and executor loid meet on the day of albrechts execution

loid manages to appeal his sentence because he sees potential in his work and offers to personally oversee the void research project to appease the rest of the judges

albrecht is spared from the jade light and comes out of the situation with a sponsor and the greatest whiplash of his life

shenanigans ensue

[whosname]

[id. Digitals sketch of a very focused Salarymen Zura hunched over a sewing machine sewing his next cosplay. He has some pins in his mouth, half of his hair is up in two buns held by pencils. end id]