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[notapradagurl7]

Sick Day In.

Black! Fem Readr x Orlando Johnson from All American: Homecoming.

(a/n: he is so fine. I loved writing this one.😫❤️)

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Summary: You were feeling under the weather in your college dorm so your boyfriend Orlando visited your dorm and helped you get better.

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You lay slouching against the white bed sheets, cocooned in light green blankets. Your fingers plucked another dark green tissue from the bedside tan table, as you blew your nose with a sniffle. Sliding off the twin bed, you peeled back the covers, revealing white socks gliding over the grey carpet. Frustration set in you as you tossed yet another tissue into the overflowing mint green bin, rolling your brown eyes, and pursing your lips.

A quick hand wash in the compact bathroom, and you returned to your bed, surrounded by the eggshell white cinder block walls in the average-sized dorm room, The walls were adorned with your own artwork, and a cherished family photo. Just then, a few gentle knocks on the door pulled your attention.

"Who's there?" you asked, you weren’t in the mood for company right now.

You were an art major and college student at Bringston University, an HBCU in Atlanta.

You were dedicated to your studies and held the position of club president in the art club.

Your strict academic schedule and demanding leadership role left you with little time to rest. Unfortunately, you fell ill and were forced to spend your summer cooped up alone in your dorm room, unable to enjoy the sunny Atlanta weather. Your hard work and dedication have taken a toll on your health.

You had been looking forward to the summer break to relax and recharge, but your plans were ruined by the cold. You missed your family and friends, who were all back home, and wished you could be there too.

Despite feeling sick, you had still managed to inform your boyfriend, Orlando about your not being able to make it for their date tonight. Although he empathized with your condition, he was still eager to spend some quality time with you. You appreciated your boyfriend's concern.

During your art class, the two college students crossed paths and soon became partners on a collaborative project. It was then that he witnessed your natural artistic talent, admiring every stroke and technique you used.

The two of you worked together, you found it endearing that he took such care in learning how to handle a paintbrush. Your partnership blossomed into a friendship, with you cheering him on at his baseball games and him buying your art supplies when you lost them.

Eventually, your friendship evolved into a romantic relationship and he proved to be an exceptional boyfriend. Attentive to every detail, he never missed a beat when it came to you.

You were grateful for Orlando's support and love and he was grateful for yours too, especially during times like this when you felt helpless and alone. You knew you could always count on him to lift your spirits and make you feel better.

In her comfortable attire, you sported a grey tee shirt that was matched with a pair of grey sweatpants that clung to your legs. You wore white tube socks on your feet, while your raven box braids, gently swayed in front of your face. Your hands were tucked away in your pockets, and the room was filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla, emanating from the trio of candles on your nightstand. The thin, white blinds allowed the gentle sunlight to peek through and shine upon your brown skin. Serene silence fills the room.

"It's Orlando." He said outside of your dorm room, made your heart leap with excitement. You practically skipped over to the door, your hand eagerly grasping the metal door handle.

You slowly swung the door open, your face broke into a smile at the sight of your boyfriend standing there. Without hesitation, you welcomed him inside your cozy dorm room, his hand holding a bag filled with everything you needed to combat the cold you had. Orlando holding a bouquet of red roses. You couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture as you closed the door behind him.

"Hey, baby," Orlando greeted you with a gentle kiss on your forehead, "I brought you some soup, medicine, and your favorite snacks, your favorite movies. A bouquet of red roses to cheer you up."

"Orlando, Thank you. You're the best." Your eyes glinted with gratitude as you took the bag and bouquet from him, carefully placing it next to the nightstand while putting the flowers in the purple vase. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging her from behind. You felt your heart fill with affection for him as your cheeks grew hot.

"How are you feeling Y/N?" Orlando asked in a gentle tone, as he leaned in and rested his chin on your shoulder. His thumb gently rubbed over your stomach, hoping that his presence could bring some good to the summer that had been tough for you.

"Still pretty crappy, this cold won't go away but don't you have a baseball season this summer? I hope that I didn't get in the way of your games," you spoke in a gentle tone, shaking your head as you looked at him.

Orlando gently shook his head, his hands cupping your face as he turned around and

Faced you forward to meet your gaze. He locked eyes with you, his tender touch causing her chest to flutter with nerves. He didn't want you to think he didn't care about your well-being.

"I only care about being with you this summer. You've been overworking yourself and it pains me to see you like this. I'll skip another season." he mentioned softly, his thumb swiped over your cheek.

"Let me take care of you baby," Orlando said in a sultry voice, his gaze fixated on your. He nibbled on his lower lip, as if contemplating the next move.

Your heart raced as you soaked his words, understanding both senses but feeling unprepared for what he had planned. He leaned in for a kiss, but she quickly turned your head, redirecting his lips to your cheek. "I don't want you to get sick," you pouted.

"Let's wait until I get better." you added, you didn't want to risk his health for momentary pleasure.

Orlando let out a contented hum and turned his attention to your bottom lip. After a brief moment, he looked back into your eyes and uttered, "One of the many things I love about you." He then leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You knew you were lucky to have someone like him in her life and so was he. The two of you sat on your bed, watching movies and enjoying the soup and snacks, you felt your cold slowly start to fade away. But more than that, you felt the warmth and comfort of your boyfriend's love.

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The night sky crept up on them faster than anticipated, but with the help of medication, a steaming bowl of soup, and some cough drops, your cold went away.

Orlando's back leaned against the light green plush pillows with your back nestled against his chest and he gently laid his chin on top of your head while he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "Feeling better?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

You nodded, snuggling further into his embrace. "Yup, thanks to you," you replied, your voice still a bit hoarse.

Orlando chuckled. "I'm just glad I could help." They lay there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the air conditioner.

Orlando placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and used his index finger to lift your chin. "Now that you're feeling better, can I take care of you?" He whispered in a low tone. You flushed and nodded, "Yes, of course, baby."

Your lips met in a passionate kiss as you tilted your heads in different directions, exploring each other's mouths with your tongues. You let out a soft moan as the kiss intensified, leaving a trail of saliva between your lips as you parted.

"Orlando can you lock the door really quick?"

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Your naked back laid flat against the white bedsheets with his hands held your hips in place while his slim hips rocked into you, while your fingernails sunk into back muscles and your mouth hung open to let a chorus of moans, "Oh shitt! Orlando!" you moaned loudly, your eyes locked intensely, your thumb traced the outline of his lips while he smirked against your brown skin, he trailed kisses up to your breast. The bed creaked from their movement, you shivered with pleasure, sending tingles down yourr entire body. He plunged deeper into you while you arched your back off the bed.

Orlando lowers his head to pepper warm kisses on the sides of your neck and sinks his teeth into your neck gently, leaving hickeys on your brown skin while he gyrated into you making your toes curl in the air, "Talk to me, tell me how good it feels.." Orlando lulled to you, you gasped at the sensation of his tongue swiveling around your erect nipple while his other hand gently kneaded your other breast and the wet sounds of your skin colliding filled the room.

Orlando's mouth enveloped your nipple, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down your body. You pulled him closer, your hands moving to the back of his neck. "It's so good, Don't stop," you sputtered, pulling him closer to you as you whispered, motivating him more as he quickened his pace, your wet walls clenched around him so tightly "Damn...you're taking it so good baby.." he praised lowly, his nails digging into your hips while his middle finger circled her clit. Tilting their heads together to deepen the kiss, you moaned, "Mmhm!" unable to control the pleasure that was building inside of you.

His hips lunged faster, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, "I'm gonna cum baby..." You gasped, He didn't slow down, instead, he pushed you over the edge with a few slow, sloppy thrusts. You cried out his name while your essence gushed around his dick, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

Orlando pulled out of you, "fuckk.." Orlando gripped the covers and laid them on their naked bodies while pulling you into his arms and he nuzzled his face into your neck, peppering kisses along your brown skin. "You're so beautiful," He hummed, his voice husky. You smiled, feeling completely content in his arms before kissing your lips tenderly again.

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[thisisnotawebsitedotcom-com]

Computer Code: ALEX / ALEX HIRSCH / ALEXANDER ROBERT HIRSCH / HIRSCH

Nothing will be shown on the monitor.

You will be redirected to the search for "flannel".

According to the Gravity Falls Wiki, there is an incredibly rare chance to get two pictures and some text. Text and pictures from the Gravity Falls Wiki.

I don't fancy my chances to get it myself, so no screenshots (for now and probably always).

The text says:

FACT: ALEX HIRSCH DIED IN BURBANK IN 2016 CHOKING ON A PENCAP WHILE BEGINNING TO OUTLINE SEASON 3. NOT WANTING BAD PRESS, THE WALT DISNEY CORPORATION QUIETLY DISSOLVED HIS REMAINS IN A VAT OF TURPENTINE, ACETONE AND BENZINE, AND HAD THEIR IMAGINEERS REPLACE HIM WITH A LIFE-LIKE ANIMATRONIC REPLICA MADE FROM A REJECTED ABE LINCOLN FROM THE HALL OF PRESIDENTS. MANY WERE FOOLED, BUT THE SIGNS ARE OBVIOUS FOR THOSE WHO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM LATELY? HIS FLESH SAGS (BECAUSE ITS RUBBER), THERE ARE GREY HAIRS SHOWING (THESE ARE WIRES) AND HE LOOKS MORE VISIBLY TIRED THAN EVER BEFORE. (NEEDS RECHARGING.) THIS PHOTO WAS SNUCK OUT OF THE DISNEY VAULT BY AN UNNAMED CONTACT WHO WAS RECENTLY FOUND DEAD FACE DOWN IN THE WATER IN "ITS A SMALL WORLD." COINCIDENCE? THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A COINCIDENCE! LOOK AT HIM IN INTERVIEWS POST 2016. WATCH HOW HE NERVOUSLY FIDGETS IN HIS SEAT AND WILL START TALKING TOO FAST WHEN THERE ARE TOO MANY LIGHTS ON HIM. WHAT COULD EXPLAIN THIS? ADHD? NO- THAT'S A MALFUNCTIONING HYDRAULIC TUBE IN HIS ACHILLES HEEL AND RPM SETTING THAT SPEEDS UP FROM OVERHEATING. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM AND A MAGNET IN THE SAME ROOM AT THE SAME TIME? EVER SEEN HIM GO THROUGH AIRPORT SECURITY OR SOLVE A CAPTCHA? WHAT ABOUT HIS BLINKING. HE'S BLINKING DECIPHERED IS MORSE CODE FOR: "BUY MULAN 2 ON BLU-RAY AND DISNEY DVD!" I KNOW THERE WILL BE SOME WHO DOUBT ME, BUT IVE SEEN A FILE OF HIS SOURCE CODE, AND IT SAYS HE IS DUE FOR MAINTENANCE UPDATE IN DECEMBER 15TH 2024 AT EXACTLY 11:13 AM. SEE WHAT HAPPENS THEN. AND WHEN YOU DO, EMAIL ME AT MICKEYLEAK11111@GMAIL.COM. THE TRUTH MUST BE KNOWN.

[in1-nutshell]

Hellooo :)

Wanted to ask if you can write a Predacon Buddy version/AU? In my idea their alt mode would be similar to a Night fury from How to train your dragon/HTTYD. I'm imagining a mix between movie 1 Toothless personality and movie 3 Toothless personality mostly.

Buddy being very playful and outgoing even as a Predacon, play fighting with Skylynx and/or Darksteel and teasing Predaking by laying in his lap (can we call it that?? I dunno. I mean his front legs) and placing their paws/claws on Predakings snout. Or simply stealing his Energon/prey/whatever he eats for a chase?

Buddy, despite being with their pack most of the time, sometimes ends up with the Autobots. Nobody knows how or why. Buddy, being in their alt mode, just one day chilling in the Autobots base as the bots come back from a mission (Ratchet left for too). The bots just walk in and see a fragging Predacon chilling in the middle of their base like- THE FRAG?? HOW DID THAT GET IN HERE??!

Please do it with the Autobots and Decepticons if that's alright!!

I love your writing SO DAMN MUCH ♥️♥️

PS Sorry for any spelling mistakes!

Thank you for the complement! And don't worry too much about spelling mistakes, we all make them!

Predacon Buddy's are slowly becoming a common theme here.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Night Fury Predacon with Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Predaking, and Soundwave

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Shockwave doesn’t really know what happened to this Predacon when they came out of the test tube.

He blames Starscream.

Does Starscream have anything to do with this?

Maybe. He seems like the most logical suspect.

Buddy came out small, cute, and curious. Already nipping at Cons pedes when they came to close with their retractable dermas.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing to have if left unchecked.

So, Shockwave did the only logical thing.

He gave Buddy to Predacon, Skylynx, and Darksteel to look after.

The three older Predacons had their servos full trying to take care of Buddy.

Which was mainly Predaking doing most of the work. He was the most responsible out of the group and their king, naturally he picked up this duty.

Draksteel and Skynx where in charge of playing with Buddy.

Curiosity led Buddy to find the empty Autobot base by accident.

Of course, they didn’t really care about this ongoing war.

Right now, they wanted some places with a warm spot, maybe something soft to cuddle.

Some stray beams of sunlight hit the floor of the base creating a lovely warm place to sleep. But they needed the soft thing now to make things complete.

A soft little gasp was heard behind Buddy as they turned around quickly baring their retractable dermas.

They quickly put them away seeing a small human boy frozen in place. The weird looking frames on his face intrigued Buddy as they crept closer.

Raf just stayed still not knowing what to do.

Buddy vented out roughly knocking Raf’s glasses off his face which caused him to fall to the floor.

Buddy softly pocked at Raf’s hair.

Finally! The soft thing has been found!

Buddy carried Raf by the helm of his shirt and moved to the warm spot, circled around the place before plopping down.

Raf was trapped in between Buddy’s helm and front servos as they snuggled up to him before falling into recharge.

This is what Raf gets for staying at the base for 5 minutes alone.

Miko was never going to let him live this down.

For now, he figured he wasn’t in danger, and the small dragon was warm… and he didn’t get much sleep lately…

Raf was out like a light before he knew it causing Buddy to snuggle even further into their new favorite human.

Team Buddy duty

These bots were supposed to be watching Buddy. Buddy wasn’t supposed to leave the Nemesis until they had orders to go otherwise. Are they panicking when they can’t find Buddy on the ship? Who’s going to tell them in their face without risking the consequences?

Predaking

Soundwave

Team that’s about to have a break down

These bots are very concerned in finding Buddy. Whether it be in the base sunbathing with their new favorite human or just gliding back from a long day of flying, these bots are about to lose it. They are just glad that no one got hurt by the end of the day.

Bumblebee

Smokescreen

Predaking

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

Hi I have a question! Um I know you wrote it like a while ago, but do you think you will do a part 2 of the mechanic y/n with the animatronics? The one where she has a fear of them. If you do a second part do you think you can tag me?

Mechanic Y/N Part 2

Word count: 1,732

Finally got around to actually writing another part to this! It's looking like my brain is actually letting me write again and I couldn't be happier. I hope this went in a direction you like. I figured I'd try to give Y/N some one on one time with Chica since I don't think I've ever actually written that. I'll probably try to do the same with Roxy at some point as well but I figured Chica would be the most likely to be able to actually calm Y/N down. Anyway I hope you like it!

🌿🌿🌿

Your brush with a very grumpy Monty left you shaking and desperately trying to find somewhere you could actually be alone and try to calm down. Being around your bosses or coworkers like this would definitely not bode well for you. You honestly doubted they would fire you due to something like this but they would question your ability to properly do your job and you just couldn't let that happen. Spotting a nearby janitor's closet you rush over, opening the door and stepping into the surprisingly large space. The closet is full of the typical cleaning supplies and back up parts but it also opens up to what looks like a walk way that could serve as a back way to get from place to place. Closing the door behind you, you move forward, curious about the odd space you've found. When you round the corner however you notice a charging pod, blue lightning bolt glowing to signal someone is in it. You look up towards the little window that lets you see inside and your eyes land on the familiar face of the papa bear himself, Freddy. He doesn't notice you at first, eyes closed as if he's sleeping. It stands to reason that recharge is sort of like sleeping for them so it makes sense he would treat it like that. Curious, you step closer, watching the bear for any sign he might wake up. Unfortunately for you, with your focus so intently on Freddy you don't notice a piece of metal tubing haphazardly placed against the nearby wall. Your foot hits it, causing it to fall down with an audible clank. You flinch, looking up towards the bear again hoping it didn't alert him to your presence. Unfortunately for you, Freddy is a light sleeper.

“Y/N? What are you doing back here? Most of the staff don't come back here unless they're looking for something. Is there anything I can help you with?” The bear asks, stepping out of the charger and causing an audible hiss when the door opens. He steps down, looking down at your small frame and waiting for you to respond to him. Meanwhile you can't get your mouth to actually open and form words, too terrified by the sight in front of you. You're extremely close to the bear, face only coming up to his stomach hatch area. “Uh…..Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks, noticing you seem completely frozen and unable to talk. He's not sure what's going through your head but he's certainly not used to this sort of reaction from people, even in the past you'd never done this. Then again you'd avoided ever actually being this close to him. Eventually the bear gets down on one knee so he's more eye level with you, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you're currently in. “Superstar?” He says worriedly, moving to put a hand on your cheek. The movement knocks you out of your trance and you immediately move away from the bear, leaving him stunned with his hand still in the air.

“Y-Yup! I'm totally fine Freddy! See you later!” You reply quickly, wanting nothing more than to get away from the animatronic. First Monty and now this? God could you really do this job if you were this scared? Freddy pauses, bringing his hand down and trying to figure out what's going on here.

“Y/N. Wait a moment. I know something is wrong. Your heart rate is elevated and you seem to be going through a panic attack. How can I help?” The bear asks, causing you to stop and give him a rather rushed and fake smile.

“N-No no! No panic attacks here! I don't know what you're talking about Fred!” You reply, still frantically trying to think of a way to get out of this situation. “Gotta go check in on some of the staff bots! See ya!” You reply before quickly moving away from Freddy and out of the janitor's closet, leaving the bear still down on one knee and completely stunned by the whole interaction. Was it something he said?

After that ‘terrifying’, at least in your mind, interaction you head towards an out of place little hallway, shaking all the way there and trying to catch your breath. Freddy hadn't done anything scary persay but just being that close to that big of an animatronic scared the absolute shit out of you. Again you question how the hell you're going to do this job if you can't even get close to these robots without having a panic attack. Letting out a sigh you let your back fall against a nearby wall, sliding down it until your butt hits the ground. Should you just quit now? You'd been able to handle taking care of the simpler robots around the place but maybe that's just because they're closer to the size of normal people and unable to really do what the main four could. Sighing once again you put your head in your knees, trying to calm yourself down so you can go back out and actually do your job.

Just then you hear the familiar sound of an animatronic as they walk, getting closer and closer. Your head pops up immediately, eyes landing on the relatively short form of Chica, who thankfully is around the same size as a typical human female being the shortest of the group. Before you can protest the chicken comes and sits down next to you, smiling warmly at you.

“Hiya rock chick! Freddy told me what happened. I figured I'd try to find you and see if I could help ya out!” The chicken says cheerfully, You sit there nervously eyeing her and she eventually puts two and two together. “Would it help if I move away a bit, sweetie? I don't want to scare you or cause you more anxiety.” She explains, your look of confusion at what she says answers quite a few of her questions without you even having to say a word. The chicken moves away a bit, sitting with her legs closed and to one side. “Look sweetie. I'm not sure what we've done to scare you but none of us are out to get you. We just want to make sure you're okay. Freddy is worried sick about you and is convinced he did something wrong.” She explains, earning a confused look from you once again. You can't get over just how lifelike these beings are. They're unlike literally anything you've worked on before and they seem to have their own thoughts and feelings. Biting your lip nervously you try desperately to think of something to say to her, feeling kinda bad for worrying Freddy like this. Though to be fair you weren't even aware he could actually worry like this.

“You don't have to talk if you don't want to Rock Chick. I don't want to make this any more scary for you.” Chica states, keeping her movements slow and visible while monitoring your heart rate and breathing. “I do want to know though. Did we cause this in some way? You can just shake or nod your head if you want.” She explains, smiling when you shake your head no in reply. “Oh good. I was scared maybe Monty did something that freaked you out, or Roxy. I love her but she can be so blunt sometimes.” She rambles, which surprisingly is actually helping to calm you down. Despite knowing Chica is an animatronic she's actually extremely like a normal human in size and personality, like a bubbly friend who loves to talk. “Is it the whole size thing? Seems to make the parents a bit nervous too.” She continues, pausing to see if you'll shake your head in reply which you eventually do, a nod to be exact though the size thing isn't the only thing about them that scares you.

“I-Its a lot of things….” You manage, Chica playfully gasping in response.

“It speaks! Well I can't say I blame you for being nervous Rock Chick. Those boys make even me nervous sometimes. Especially when Monty gets angry and messes up his room. I think that would scare anyone. We really don't mean any harm though…..well me and Freddy don't. He's just a big teddy bear…..and I don't think Roxy or Monty do either, they're just difficult sometimes.” She replies, still smiling warmly to try and reassure you. “It's totally okay to take a while to get over this too Rock Chick. But I'm happy to help however I can!” She finishes, smile still bright as the sun. She puts a hand out for you, waiting for you to make a move to actually grab it. She doesn't have the sharp claws like the others do and her hand more or less just looks like a humans for the most part, like you can still tell she's an animatronic but at least they tried to make her more human like. You pause, staring at her hand for a few moments while she patiently waits to see if you're willing to take it. Eventually, albeit hesitantly, you put your shaky hand into hers and the happy little smile that she gives you when you do makes you smile a bit in response. How could you not? She just seems so happy that you actually gave her some trust.

“There you go sweetheart! Well done, I'm so proud of you!” She praises, making you blush a bit in the process. “Awe, you're so cute when you blush! You should do it more often, cupcake. Do you want to come hang out in my green room so you can calm down? We can get you some sweets and have some girl time hm?” She suggests, causing you to pause for a moment. You're worried about being seen by the others but are hoping maybe Chica will send them a message and tell them to leave you be for a bit, actually the chicken thought to do just that as soon as you nodded your head in response to her question. She bounces happily before carefully standing and starting to help you up. “Yay! Let's get to it, Rock Chick!” She states happily before beginning to lead you back towards rockstar row and to her room.

[ya-zz]

Hii! I've been waiting for quite a while to share this thought with you. A while ago, I shared with you my thoughts and it led to "Hacked" being written with Ramattra x Reader. I'd like to... maybe request a second part of that? I've been daydreaming about the possibilities of what's next for it. So, I'd like you to choose what happens:

A. Ramattra encountering Reader again in the battlefield and this time she has no time to hack through his system, and he finds her first. Keen into making her feel exactly how he felt back then.

B. Reader once again hacks into Ramattra's system, but this time she's braver, getting him while he's recharging (simply sneaking in his base to prove a point) and making him feel exactly what humans feel when they orgasm.

-Nia

We don't talk about how I did this within hours of the request coming through...

HI AGAIN!! IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU!! ♥ Thank you so much for requesting again, I love the ideas as always ^^

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1348 !! NSFW !!

The vessel rattles in the sky, currently moving over Toronto. The attacks below were never ending as Ramattra continued to repeat the broadcast. The gunfire and screams were louder than before as he watched on; one by one, humans fell and omnic civilians were secured. It was going exactly as he planned. 

Steering away from the capitol, he heads for his new location to oversee the destruction happening there. In the meantime, however, he was due a recharge. 

Taking a seat on the floor, back resting against the wall, he plugs himself in, wires connecting to his sides and back of the neck. He goes through his systems, setting up the necessary precautions just in case his vessel gets attacked and then the lights on his forehead dim, changing orange as he goes into standby. 

Everything fell silent, though Ramattra could still pick out the workings of his ship; the humming of the engine vibrating against the floor, the soft flickers of light that passed by the window on occasion. It was as if time had slowed down.

His optics shifted to where a noise could be heard, but due to being in standby, his vision was blurred to make his charging time quicker. Something had fallen so he left it be, the turbulence must've knocked it over.

Ramattra went back to his charging meditation, his body unmoving as it lay against the wall until a familiar feeling kicked in. 

It took his systems a moment to register what was going on but it was too late. The module he had locked away was open once again, his wires heating up slowly as he attempts to wake up. 

“It’s too late.” A familiar voice rang out. “Your systems can’t beat me this time.” 

Despite his vision being overrun with omnicode and errors, he tilts his head up to view you. His voice was a low rumble as he attempts to speak. 

“You- How-” 

“It’s simple, really.” You approach him, straddling his knees as you lower yourself onto him and dropping the holopad beside your leg. “Your guard is down, a foolish idea, really.” Your fingers stroke the wires that were placed into his sides. The Null Sector leader beneath you once again, unable to do anything, unable to fight back, what a pretty sight it was.

“Get out.” 

You tut, shaking your head with a smirk. “That is no way to treat a guest, Ramattra. Besides, I want to finish what we started the other week.” 

The omnic felt his wires flare up in heat, the module lighting up within his vision. His vocaliser cuts out as he speaks. “You-... serious.” He was weak, you truly had caught him when he least expected it.

A sly laugh escapes you as you trail your fingers on that same tubing over his hips. A gentle squeeze that sent a wave of euphoria over his body. He shudders at the contact. 

“How far can we take this?” Leaning over, you tap the holopad, pulling up the module that Ramattra had kept locked deep inside of his systems. From there, you had full access to his sex drive. “Oh, Ramattra. How long have you been like this?” 

His system fights back, or attempts to, but your software was stronger this time, he can barely move his hands or arms. 

With one tap, you send a wave of ecstasy throughout the omnic and his back arches involuntarily, a garbled, static moan escaping from his vocaliser. 

“Hm?” You smirk at him, letting the holopad go as you return your hands to his body, tracing the pads of your fingers against his metal bracing. You could feel him shake with each careful, calculated stroke. 

Ramattra can only glare at you, optics looking at your blurry features as he tries to adjust the settings. 

“Ah, ah. I don’t think so.” You override his attempts before moving closer to him, hands dipping between the braces as they move towards his back. The exposed cables there were begging to be touched and with one tap, a spark of electricity surges through Ramattra’s core. 

“S-Stop that-!” He demands, though his tone suggests that he does not mind the feeling. 

He doesn’t know what to do. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot get rid of you from inside of his systems. He tries an alternative route but there was no success there either. Deep inside, however, he did like the feeling of being vulnerable, having someone touch him like the way you are doing. It felt pleasurable. 

Ramattra tries one more time, searching through any and all coding to find a weak spot and when he finally stumbles upon it does he take immediate action. His systems work hard to destroy your virus but the want to keep the touching going slows down the process. 

He needs you. 

He wants you.

He gives in.

The omnic sits there, allowing himself to be lost in the moment. The feeling of your hands exploring his body heightened his senses. His servos twitch before slowly making their way to your hips, holding you in place.

“Someone is enjoying this.” You smirk, dragging your fingers over the pistons on his neck. 

“Shut up.” His vocaliser betrays him once more, another static moan escaping him as his head tilts back against the wall. 

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” 

It took Ramattra a while to respond, but when he did, it confirmed everything you ever wondered. 

“Yes…” His grip on your hips tighten slightly, indicating that he didn’t want you to stop for any reason. 

He feels you grinding against his pelvic plate, possibly chasing your own high but the way you squeezed and teased him said otherwise. Then it clicks in his head. This was about him reaching his orgasm after several long years of nothingness. You knew how long it had been for him and how much he craved it.

Your one hand was tangled in his cabled hair as the other trails back down towards his hips. You feel him jerk, he wants the contact to last as you pull back, a familiar heat pooling in your stomach. 

“Ramattra…” 

“Seems like you cannot hold on for much long either.” He states with a hint of amusement in his voice. 

A flush appears on your cheeks as you squeeze his tubing once more, a little harder than last time. 

The omnic jerks his hips, pressing further into you as he moans out, vocaliser stuttering as he tries to keep it together.

“Such sweet noises… To think the Null Sector leader could sound like this…” Another tug at his cables causes him to moan loudly. 

You glance at the holopad whilst the omnics head was tilted backwards; his systems were lit up, errors appearing as you manhandle his wires, pinching and twisting them. It brought you joy, a satisfaction coursing through your veins as you realise how much power you truly hold over him in this moment. 

Another squeeze had the holopad flash black which causes you to look back at him. His vocaliser cuts mid moan, the lights on his forehead were off, fans were slowing down, yet his hold on your hips stayed. You had caused him to crash. 

Part of you panicked, but the moment the lights flickered on again, a soft orange before red, the panic was overridden with a sense of accomplishment.

His vocaliser clicks before he speaks. “No human should mess around with machinery too advanced than their mind and body can handle.” 

Your eyes widen as you realise that him rebooting meant that your virus was no longer in affect. His grip on your thighs gets tight, bruises already beginning to form under the skin. He pulls himself free from the wires connected to him, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand before pinning you down on the floor, one metal thigh pressed up against your sex. His other hand toys with the waistband of your pants as he speaks out in an intimidating tone.

“Perhaps it is time for me to teach you a lesson.”

[themoonweaversden]

Messeges that were found so far: ALEX HIRSCH / ALEX / HIRSCH (spoilers)

This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)

Masterpost with all messeges / codes

This can also pop up but it has a rare chance of appearing:

Pictures by jazartu on tiktok

Transcript:

"FACT: ALEX HISCH DIED IN BURBANK IN 2016 CHOKING ON A PENCAP WHILE BEGINNING TO OUTLINE SEASON 3. NOT WANTING BAD PRESS, THE WALT DISNEY CORPORATION QUIETLY DISSOLVED HIS REMAINS IN A VAT OF TURPENTINE, ACETONE AND BENZINE, AND HAD THEIR IMAGINEERS REPLACE HIM WITH A LIFE-LIKE ANIMATRONIC REPLICA MADE FROM A REJECTED ABE LINCOLN FROM THE HALL OF PRESIDENTS. MANY WERE FOOLED, BUT THE SIGNS ARE OBVIOUS FOR THOSE WHO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM LATELY? HIS FLESH SAGS (BECAUSE ITS RUBBER), THERE ARE GREY HAIRS SHOWING (THESE ARE WIRES) AND HE LOOKS MORE VISIBLY TIRED THAN EVER BEFORE. (NEEDS RECHARGING.) THIS PHOTO WAS SNUCK OUT OF THE DISNEY VAULT BY AN UNNAMED CONTACT WHO WAS RECENTLY FOUND DEAD FACE DOWN IN THE WATER IN "ITS A SMALL WORLD." COINCIDENCE? THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A COINCIDENCE! (full text taken from this google doc)

LOOK AT HIM IN INTERVIEWS POST 2016. WATCH HOW HE NERVOUSLY FIDGETS IN HIS SEAT AND WILL START TALKING TOO FAST WHEN THERE ARE TOO MANY LIGHTS ON HIM. WHAT COULD EXPLAIN THIS? ADHD? NO- THAT'S A MALFUNCTIONING HYDRAULIC TUBE IN HIS ACHILLES HEEL AND RPM SETTING THAT SPEEDS UP FROM OVERHEATING. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM AND A MAGNET IN THE SAME ROOM AT THE SAME TIME? EVER SEEN HIM GO THROUGH AIRPORT SECURITY OR SOLVE A CAPTCHA? WHAT ABOUT HIS BLINKING. HE'S BLINKING DECIPHERED IS MORSE CODE FOR: "BUY MULAN 2 ON BLU-RAY AND DISNEY DVD!" I KNOW THERE WILL BE SOME WHO DOUBT ME, BUT IVE SEEN A FILE OF HIS SOURCE CODE, AND IT SAYS HE IS DUE FOR MAINTENANCE UPDATE IN DECEMBER 15TH 2024 AT EXACTLY 11:13 AM. SEE WHAT HAPPENS THEN. AND WHEN YOU DO, EMAIL ME AT MICKEYLEAK11111@GMAIL.COM. THE TRUTH MUST BE KNOWN.

-ANONYMOUS"

It's unclear if the email that appears here is linked to all of this or not

[pc-98s]

me: everyone acts practically superstitious about cathode ray tubes. an unplugged tube isn't going to just spontaneously recharge itself with 20kv from the rotation of the earth. that's ridiculous.

me when the ac turns on and all the lights flicker a tiny bit at the same time that i'm picking up a bare crt that's completely disconnected from everything including the flyback transformer:‼️

[brandwhorestarscream]

Reincarnation AU

Thanks for the reply

But now I realize that I created a big misunderstanding

My intention, in the ask, was about the possible scenarios of Tfa Rodimus reincarnating in IDW or cyberverse

OHHHH GOTCHA I'm stupid lmao

IDW Rodimus is not ready to he a carrier, tho for different reasons from G1. Life on the Lost Light is hectic, there's always something going on, and Roddy does legitimately try his best to be a good Prime and keep the ship from going up in flames. Suddenly finding out he's sparked is scary. He already has a lot to do, there's always some impending disaster to fend off, and he's just. Not in a place where he could devote himself to being a full time parent. He doesn't even know who the father is!

Of course, it eventually comes out that there is no father, but that's a story for another day

When baby Roddy is born and is in such critical, frail condition, Mama Rodimus can't do anything but cry. It's not like he was ever planning to have a sparkling, but now that he's here he's already so perfect and Rodimus loves him so much... it breaks his heart seeing his baby struggling for life in an incubator, hooked up to multiple wires and tubes while the monitoring system slowly beeps with the pulse of his little spark

Rodimus is practically glued to the medbay for the next several weeks following emergence. Not because he's hurt, he's actually recovering from birth like a champ, but because he can't bear fo be away from his bitlet. Ratchet, rare as anything, is endlessly patient. Never once scolds him for loitering, and brings in a chair so he can sit next to the bitty and hold his tiny hand through the service holes. First Aid has to gently bully him away just to make him go lay down and sleep--more than once they've found the Prime with his arms folded on the incubator glass with his helm down, recharging fitfully but unwilling to leave his son. He deliriously argues when the medics try to make him go lay down, and eventually drag a medberth over so he can properly recharge next to lil Roddy

It's the most responsible and somber anyone has ever seen him--every other priority is secondary, his boy is all that matters. He let's Magnus and Megatron have full control of the ship while he's on leave--he has to be here for his baby. He's quietly terrified that his son is going to die. He's just so frail, and he'd never forgive himself if his only sparkling passed away and he wasn't there to see them off. He's hyperfocused and thinks of nothing else--not food, not rest, nothing.

Drift comes by for emotional support and to visit the baby bean a lot, bringing with him warm fuel and a thermal sheet for comfort. A+ gold star of an amica, and Rodimus is so grateful. It's quite awhile before baby is stable enough to leave the medbay, and until then, Rodimus is with him every second of every day 💖

As for cyberverse, answer will vary wildly depending on what season it takes place in. Which did you have in mind?

[balloonboyismyson]

Sometimes

When bodyguard!Monty goes into his recharge pod

He can still hear them knocking on his metal frame

OKAY SO this inspired me to write a little so I hope you like it :o))

There was knocking at the door (900+ words) CW: Anxiety-Inducing, mentions of death, mental trauma

It was night once again, and the blue illumination of the single charging station was the only thing that kept the room from being engulfed by the ever-expanding void of darkness he hadn’t dared touch. It had been 6 months since his failure. When They hadn’t heard back from Y/N after the mission, They came to the restaurant themselves. 

He had just been sitting there, it wasn’t like he could do much else. Had he been a human he’d have wretched, sobbed, anything to get his despair out, but his manufacturers didn’t account for needing to. They never saw him as anything but a robot, unlike you. 

A part of him hated you, hated you for making him fall so madly in love with you. When They saw what happened, They dragged him to the van and brought him back to headquarters to clean him up. They hadn’t even had the decency to turn him off first.

It was the next day where things got worse. Once he finally regained control of himself, his mind was what went next. By the time he was out of the facility, the morning staff would all need to be replaced, and his only regret was making their ends faster than yours.

He knew exactly where your apartment was. He had originally cemented it in his mind to know how to get his assignment back to the Protected Zone as They called it. As he opened the door, the thick warm air encapsulated him. 

When you were first introduced, you had asked him if he preferred the air warmer or cooler. You had used your breath to ask him his thoughts. At first he thought it was a stupid question- humans die depending on the temperature, he was a robot, he couldn’t care less. But you saw the way he would linger in the bathroom when you were done with a shower or the kitchen while a big meal was made. 

His eyes moved to your bedroom. He entered almost in a panic, moving towards the bed you so lovingly made before last night’s shift. He picked up your pyjama top and stared at it a moment. The fabric scrunched in his hands as he made his way back into the main room and sat in the corner to the right of the door. He held that shirt for dear life.

They had come in the apartment multiple times, trying everything They could to get him out. They wanted to assign him to someone else, or maybe decommission him altogether. He wouldn’t mind the second option, but then who would remember you? That was a reason why you were chosen for this role, afterall. He would attack anyone who came near him, so eventually, They just took the loss and let him stay there. 

He always kept the lights on. After that night, he was terrified of the dark. He couldn’t see very well in that backroom, but he could smell, he could hear, and he could feel. He was petrified if the lights went out, he’d be thrown right back into that night. 

As the weeks progressed, the bulbs, one by one went out. Each time a bulb flickered, he’d move to a different spot in the room. Just as they forewarned, that bulb would die, just like you. 

Every couple of weeks a new bulb would go out. By the time the final bulb flickered, he found himself pressed against the only other thing keeping him alive- that damn recharge station. He was pissed it was there, mocking him. In him was a timer of sorts. When he got too low on power, he had to get up and charge, he had no choice. If it weren’t for its glow, he’d have probably destroyed it. 

His timer was up, and he needed to charge. He weakly stood up, his joints creaking loudly with every movement. The door opened for him, and he stepped in. The hum was too loud for his liking, and the tube was barely large enough to fit him. He could see through the window the darkness he so intensely despised. 

For some reason tonight, he almost felt… allured. He could just barely see the outline of the couch, and he felt himself looking for something. The once faint hum got louder as he inched towards the glass. He felt tense. The same intensity he got when there was an intruder. 

He heard knocking and scanned the room, trying to find anything amiss. Was there someone at the door? He needed to leave but he couldn’t mid-charge.

He put his hands on the door and searched desperately through the darkness, and he swore he saw movement. The hum was blaring and the knocking was hard and fast, every part of his body told him there was someone in the house.

He used his claws to try to pry the door open, but nothing happened. Were those footsteps? He hadn’t heard a crash but his body felt red hot. 

Was this what fear was? His eyes darted in the darkness, the hum becoming ear-piercing as he clawed at the door to get out. The knocking turned to pounding. His artificial breath steamed the once clear glass as his fans tried desperately to cool him down. 

He suddenly stopped and his eyes glazed as he peered forwards.

There wasn’t knocking at the door.

[earthstellar]

it’s 4:30 AM and i just woke up but I had another Transformers dream so before I forget: 

it was an MTMTE/Lost Light/IDW 1 dream where everyone was a beastformer but it was like thematic, based on what their car alt-modes or like roles on the team are in actual canon 

so like all the racers were ferret beastformers, god they’re so fast and slinky. they need so much enrichment holy shit. there was an exercise room that consisted of one of those big colourful plastic tube network playsets for ferrets but it was giant robot ferret size and it was great 

all the medics were cows which was also very cute, Velocity was a cute blue moo moo :’) Ratchet was basically herd mother LOL all the junior medics were smaller, 10/10 cute 

the larger/chonkier beastmodes all had chubby root modes too which was excellent, the longer beastmodes (like ferrets or dachshunds etc.) had root modes that were a little taller, etc. 

Rung was a hamster, idk why maybe the orange fur, anyway very cute and good, people were holding him in his alt-mode and petting him like a tiny therapy animal during his sessions which rules 

Swerve was a scruffy little round bar cat, probably because there’s a pub in my area which has a bar cat and it’s excellent. all the mini bots were tiny/round/fluffy animals. Tailgate was a white and blue Pomeranian!!!! 

Cyclonus was a giant snake and to stay warm/keep Tailgate safe he curls up for recharge in alt-mode and Tailgate sleeps tucked in the middle of all his coils, it was very sweet :’) 

the whole dream was basically just “average day on Lost Light but everyone has beast modes”, it was chill 

I blame this on having looked up some Beast Wars stuff the other day lol 

anyway I’m going to go make some coffee

[republicsecurity]

Know Your Gear

The recruits lined up in formation, their suits gleaming under the artificial lights of the training facility. The visors, currently transparent, waited to be activated as they prepared for the day's training. KO10T and 6DG05, imposing figures in their own suits, moved with purpose as they approached the recruits.

"Weapons training will enhance your capabilities as tactical paramedics. It's about precision, control, and ensuring the safety of those you're tasked to protect," 6DG05 added, the tone stern and unwavering.

"Today, you'll learn to wield tools that can protect not only your own life but the lives of those under your care," KO10T's voice echoed through the recruits' helmets, each word tinged with a calculated intensity.

The chamber's walls, adorned with holographic targets, served as the canvas for the impending lesson. Tasers, the introductory step into the realm of self-defense, were distributed among the recruits. The instructors demonstrated the proper usage and care, emphasizing the necessity of precision and control.

The recruits, visors dimmed, moved with a calculated grace. The tasers, held with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, became extensions of their armored arms. The crackling arcs of electricity leapt from device to holographic target, a display of controlled power.

"This is not just about incapacitating a threat," 6DG05 intoned, his visor concealing any trace of expression. "It's about maintaining control in chaotic situations. You are the stewards of order, even in the midst of disorder."

As the recruits honed their skills, the chamber flickered with the intermittent glow of tasers in action. The instructors observed with a detached scrutiny, their armored forms resembling silent sentinels overseeing the initiation of a new phase in the recruits' training.

As they reclined in specially designed chairs, the suits initiated the synchronization process with the docking station. A low hum resonated through the chamber as the suits relinquished control, allowing the station to take charge of the disassembly and maintenance routine. The visors, usually a barrier between the wearers and the world, retracted, revealing the fatigued but determined countenances of IU664 and H2U8M.

IU664 and H2U8M feel exhausted after a full morning of taser training. As the suits synchronized with the station, the familiar hiss of seals disengaging resonated through the chamber. The visors retracted, revealing the fatigued faces of IU664 and H2U8M, their expressions hidden beneath the veneer of technology for most of the day.

Taser training was intense. How are you holding up, IU664?"

IU664, seated beside him in the docking station, responded with a weary yet determined tone. "It pushes us to our limits"

Simultaneously, the docking station's mechanisms initiated the extraction of the waste containment unit. The suits' waste disposal system, discreetly managed within the confines of the chastity device, efficiently emptied into a sealed receptacle.

They sucked on nutrient tubes, replenishing their energy reserves while the docking station discreetly managed the disposal of waste, a seamless integration of bodily functions within the paramedic routine. The replenishment of energy, both for their biological bodies and the suit's power cells, brought a sense of revitalization.

H2U8M, with a faint smile, remarked, "The tasers feel like an extension of the suit, don't they? A tool in our arsenal to ensure we can fulfill our duties effectively."

IU664 nodded in agreement. "Exactly. It's about mastering every aspect of our gear, whether it's for healing or defense."

The suit's internal diagnostic displays, visible within the helmet HUD, indicated the charging process. Lines of data and status updates scrolled as the suits absorbed the energy, recharging the intricate systems that sustained their paramedic functionality.

The sensory feedback of the replenishing process, coupled with the knowledge that their suits were being meticulously cared for, instilled a sense of satisfaction—a quiet acknowledgment of the intimacy shared between the paramedics and their technologically enhanced identities.

As the nutrient infusion continued, the docking station's efficient operations concluded the suit's maintenance cycle. With a subtle click, the armored plates resealed, the visors descended, and the paramedics within were once again enveloped in the embrace of their revitalized suits.

In their own private docking stations, KO10T and 6DG05, the seasoned instructors overseeing the training of the paramedic recruits, received the synchronized notification that echoed the completion of the maintenance cycle for the entire platoon. The updates appeared on their HUDs, providing a comprehensive overview of each recruit's vitals, suit status, and the successful execution of the replenishment process. The nutrient-rich liquid had seamlessly nourished the recruits, and the waste disposal had been efficiently managed, ensuring uninterrupted functionality.

With a shared nod, KO10T and 6DG05 prepared to disengage from their docking stations.

In the cold, sterile confines of the training chamber, the paramedic recruits assembled once more under the watchful eyes of their instructors, KO10T and 6DG05. The subdued hum of the overhead lights and the muted clinks of the recruits' armored suits filled the air as they prepared for the next phase of their training.

The tasers, essential tools for self-defense in their line of duty, lay neatly arranged on a metallic table. The recruits, visors down, were guided by the AI's instructions to clean and service the tasers. Each intricate component required meticulous attention, and the recruits followed the protocols embedded in their HUDs to ensure the proper functioning of these defensive instruments.

The instructors, with their visors retracted, moved among the recruits, offering guidance and occasional words of encouragement.

Through the encrypted communication channels of their helmets, IU664 and H2U8M exchanged brief remarks, relying on the HUD's text inserts to communicate efficiently. The occasional tapping of fingers on the armored surfaces served as a form of silent camaraderie, a shared understanding of the meticulous task at hand.

The sealed environment of their suits, while providing protection, also heightened the sense of isolation. The muffled sounds of their breathing and the faint hum of the life support systems created an eerie backdrop to their work.

IU664 and H2U8M communicated over their encrypted channels, their voices transformed into streams of digital data transmitted through the secure network of their helmets.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] How's it going on your end, H2U8M?

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Progressing well. These gauntlet gloves make precision tasks a challenge.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Tell me about it. Feels like assembling delicate machinery with boxing gloves.

The AI, ever watchful and responsive to the recruits' needs, detected the challenges posed by the cumbersome gauntlet gloves. As IU664 and H2U8M struggled with the fine motor tasks, the HUD displayed a series of augmented reality guides.

[HUD Insert] Visual Assistance Activated

Subtle holographic overlays appeared on their visors, outlining each step of the cleaning and servicing process with precision. Ghostly hands mimicked the movements required, offering a visual guide that complemented the recruits' tactile efforts.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Got some virtual hands showing me the way. Makes it a bit less like assembling in the dark.

The augmented reality assistance not only provided step-by-step instructions but also adjusted in real-time to their progress. If a task proved challenging, the AI adapted the visual cues, offering alternative approaches and highlighting critical details.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Same here. These gloves aren't winning any awards for dexterity, but the guides help.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] True, but the HUD guides help a lot. Almost done here. How's your status?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Finished the cleaning. AI flagged a potential issue with the power cell. Need to check it.

As IU664 and H2U8M diligently cleaned and serviced their Tasers, the AI meticulously tracked every motion, every adjustment, and every successful task completion. The HUD came alive with dynamic graphs, performance analytics, and real-time progress updates.

[HUD Insert] Performance Report

A set of animated charts and graphs materialized on their visors, depicting the efficiency of their cleaning techniques, the precision of their adjustments, and the overall proficiency in handling the Tasers. Each recruit had a personalized section, color-coded to represent their unique contributions to the task.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Looks like my adjustment accuracy is improving.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Check out the cleanliness rating. Not bad, huh?

The AI, acting as a digital conductor orchestrating the training session, provided positive feedback and constructive suggestions. Encouraging messages flashed on the HUD, creating a sense of camaraderie despite the physical isolation imposed by the suits.

[HUD Insert] Collaborative Success

The recruits' progress bars overlapped in a shared section of the display, symbolizing their collaborative success. The AI, recognizing the synergy between IU664 and H2U8M, acknowledged their joint efforts and effective communication.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] We make a good team, even in these suits.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Definitely. Who knew Taser maintenance could be a bonding experience?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] You know, in the corps, it's not bonding, it's bondage.

H2U8M, momentarily pausing in his tasks, responded with a digital chuckle.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] True. These suits do have a way of bringing us closer, though.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Closer, and a bit more restrained.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Ah, the irony. Who knew saving lives would come with a side of kink?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] The things we sign up for. At least we get shockingly good stories out of it.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] True, we'll have to stick to the sanitized version for the folks back home. "Everything's fine, Mom, just saving lives and wearing high-tech suits."

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] "It's like a medical drama, but with more sci-fi and less drama." They don't need to know the details, right?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Exactly. Let them marvel at the heroics without diving into the nitty-gritty. Wouldn't want to worry them.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Imagine explaining the whole bonding versus bondage thing. They'd think we joined some strange cult.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] "Mom, Dad, we're not in a cult, we're just… really committed to public service."

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] And shockingly good stories, as you said. Just the kind of tales you can't share over a family dinner.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Our little secret. The sanitized version for them, the uncensored version for us.

KO10T: [Text Insert on HUD] Exceptional performance, recruits! Positive stimuli inbound. Enjoy the reward for your dedication.

The recruits, feeling a gentle surge of positive stimuli through their chastity cages, were reminded of the peculiar rewards and motivations within the corps.

[pinkhairandpokemon]

OFFSCREEN POST

———

Blake knew this wasn’t a good idea. Hell, it was a stupid idea.

The plan after busting out of the frigate had been to wait out the cold, before Kyurem got to a point where it had to recharge- then they’d call in Reshiram, who through their telepathic bond they could tell was waiting just beyond the mountain range surrounding the chasm for their command, before rushing inside and taking out Ghetsis and his new “weapon” while they were at their weakest. That way, they could’ve avoided the risk of Reshiram getting absorbed.

…But when they heard shouts of Zekrom being seen flying into the caverns, caution had been thrown to the wind. With a whistle, Reshiram had rushed to their side, and they went charging into the fray in a blaze of glory.

They’d landed a heavy hit on Kyurem in its fused state- but it wasn’t long before they’d realize their error. When Ghetsis stabbed the DNA Splicers into Black Kyurem’s hide a second time, and saw those pink tendrils lunge at Reshiram, they knew what was about to happen- and with Zekrom already within the ice dragon’s grasps, it was about to be far worse than they’d originally feared.

They hardly even got to say a word to N or the kid with him before they had to steer Reshiram up, bursting right through the ceiling of the cavern. Kyurem came rushing after them through the crater moments later- skyrocketing upwards in pursuit of the fire god.

“Come on buddy, come on buddy!” Blake urged Reshiram on, their voice getting drowned out by the sound of his massive wings pounding against the screeching wind.

Glowing strings of pink energy came whipping past, and Reshiram barrel-rolled to dodge them. He banked left, and then right, leaving Blake to cling on for their life as he narrowly outmaneuvered each of Kyurem’s tendrils with ease.

But the dragon of truth only had so much energy to spare in such a frantic, intense chase. As soon as he exhaustion caused him to slow down even a little, his fate was decided- a panicked scream erupted from his throat when one of the tendrils yanked roughly on his leg, dragging him down to his doom.

“NO!” Blake screamed, looking down to see Kyurem menacingly rising towards them. Reshiram began slamming his wings furiously and thrashing around in a futile attempt to escape, only for them to be folded back against his sides when more tendrils shot up to entangle him.

Just like with Zekrom minutes prior, Reshiram’s flailing grew weaker as the tubes drained away his energy like parasites. With a drawn out, feeble croon, the dragon’s eyes fluttered shut before he had no choice but to fall.

“No no no no no-!” Blake cried, feeling their grip loosen as Reshiram suddenly disappeared beneath them. A scream escaped them as he retreated back into the Light Stone- leaving them to fall from thousands of feet in the sky.

As they plummeted through the clouds, they managed to see their legendary dragon’s dormant form get absorbed into Kyurem… a storm of billowing flames encased the dragon, and its body was swallowed in light as it began to transform yet again…

Soon, a golden eye was left staring back at them.

———

[summerlycoris]

Actually yeah i wanna talk more about this.

So if Chica reported to Vanessa after Gregory gets banned from daycare that 1. She saw Gregory hop into Freddy's stomach hatch and 2. That they seem to be working togerher, it could fix tne whole showtime sequence from 2-4am.

Let me explain.

This actually starts at 1am, but 1am-2am doesnt need to change much. Regardless of which route you take, Gregory ends up seperated from Freddy. During this time, Vanessa takes Freddy down to the maintenance area downstairs, and locks him into the tube, just like she does later on in the regular story.

How does Vanessa do this? She could lie to him that she has a battery upgrade to install. Freddy doesnt have much of a reason not to trust her at this point- except Gregory's word. And while he's willing to help Gregory, he does try to convince him that Vanessa could help him earlier.

Or she could just wait for the 2am recharge cycle and send Moon to drag him away, while shes dealing with Gregory.

Heck, she could even send an alert out to any animatronics that arent currently on Gregory's tail to come help her capture Freddy. That would be dramatic, and could lead to some interesting character developement from Freddy, seeing his friends take him down earlier in the story.

Gregory probably realises halfway through El Chips or Loading Dock that somethings happened to Freddy. He hears it happen over the fazwatch, or just realizes Freddy isn't answering anymore. FORESHADOWING!

Anyway, White Woman Jumpscare happens as normal. Gregory manages to get in contact with Freddy again in the elevator, miraculously. And Freddy explains- he's stuck in the maintenance tube, and can't help Gregory. Unless Gregory can help him, first.

Backstage can mostly continue as normal, except Freddy doesnt stack some boxes on top of a bridge, before somehow collapsing under it lol. The boxes are just left there by staff or something. The only thing that really needs to change is the E Room (backstage office) because, well, Freddy isn't there to save Gregory.

Instead, Vanessa shows up. Not to save Gregory, but to catch him again. (At least, if he succeeds. If he runs out of time to clear the shutdown or whatever the hell hes doing in there instead of opening doors, Vanny kills him.) And Gregory has to escape Vanessa in a chase sequence. The chase sequence would lead him through to the Atrium, where he gets more advice from Freddy.

OR- Vanny does show up, regardless of whether he wins or looses. But heres the kicker!

She breaks through the fucking window. Like it's implied was cut from the backstage office. Coolest shit ever, and now Gregory has to escape through the window she broke, scale the sides of the backstage office until he can get down into the cut backstage area and find a way to the atrium. Meanwhile, Vanny is hunting him down.

Regardless of options, he finds a way to hide and disorientate Vanessa/Vanny, who lose track of him. And he ends up in the Atrium. Apologizing to Freddy for not getting the elevator working, so that he could get downstairs to free him. But he did get the showtime disk...

Showtime continues as usual. Except Freddy isnt there for the moon segment. Gregory just hunkers down in a recharge station. Could include an interesting cutscene, where he looks up to see Moon trying to pry open the recharge station and nearly getting inside, before the lights come back on.

Endos are as usual. Though Sun/Moon could report theyd seen Gregory downstairs in the maintence hallways, leading to Vanessa becoming a problem during endos, if you want to switch up the endos gameplay.

Heck, if you believe Notarealname Notatall (and I do.) This could lead into a Moon section, where it's his boss battle- defeat Moon, and you get the battery upgrade that Vanessa tricked Freddy into thinking she had earlier.

Vanessas dialogue to Freddy after endos would need to change. She's had like 2 hours to figure out that Gregory is... Gregory. Its not new info to her anymore. Shed probably just be venting to him about her failing to catch him, and blaming his interference, wondering out loud how this kid always knows exactly where to go... 'Freddy you dont happen to have anything to do with that, do you?' Leading into threats to dismantle him, once she finds that kid.

Anyway now i've exorcised those particular brainworms. This would, in my mind at least, make more sense than showtime and backstage currently make.

It means we lose the sweet section of Freddy ssving Gregory from the backstage office. But there could be a scene like that later in the game- maybe after Chica or Monty's shattering, he shows up to help Gregory get away (by opening the gate from the silo, or breaking the fence keeping Gregory from Monty Golf, as examples. Someone who has more beain can probably figure out something cool for these segments.)

But it also means we get to see Vanessa and Vanny take a more proactive role in apprehending Gregory- they're explicitly trying to prevent Gregory from having an ally who can help him! And they're chasing him down a lot more than in regular showtime.

It also shows the lengths Gregory will go to help Freddy. He still doesnt know Freddy very well at the start of the sequence- and might justify doing this as self interest- without Freddy, he's toast! But over time he's doing this not just for his own sake, but for Freddy's sake. He could feel guilty over Freddy being taken away, because it was only through Chica's report that it happened. He could just like Freddy and not want him to get hurt by Vanessa or his friends anymore.

Anyway, I'm done. Bye!

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Hi 👋 sorry if this was asked before, but do you have any quirk ideas that would require the user to have constant access to electricity? (Like, they need electricity to recharge after they use it)

Hello! Well, I don't think I have any ready-made, but I can always make some up. ^^

Quirk: Human Battery Desc: The user can store electricity in their body. At will, they may discharge stored electricity, either all at once or in a small but constant current. Once they start discharging, they cannot stop (barring the quirk being affected by others, ex. Erasure) until all the electricity within them is gone, upon which they would have to recharge from an outside source.

Quirk: Energy Conversion Desc: The user can store electricity in their body. Upon activating their quirk, they push the gathered electrical energy out through their palms in the form of a different variety of energy: light, heat, motion etc. They may also combine the resulting varieties (ex. releasing a shockwave and a flash of light at the same time).

Quirk: Electric Armor Desc: The user's skin secretes a slightly sticky liquid, which hardens upon contact with electricity. Until it reaches its capacity, the more electricity is provided the tougher and less flexible it becomes. When this coating is broken, it releases stored up electricity.

Quirk: Railgun Desc: The user has a hollow tube-like appendage fused to their forearms (from the elbow, with the tube's exit just below the palm). They may launch objects put into said tubes using electromagnetic force. Normally, the velocity of launched projectiles is rather low, however, the user might use outside sources of electricity to launch them at high velocities. At top speed, the projectiles are faster than bullets.

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