#toaster transmissions

[mochitoaster]

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[dizzy-hat]

[etherbonded]

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[in1-nutshell]

Moon streaker snapping and now everythings on fire

I have been waiting for this moment!

I have had several scenarios for this and just had to randomly pick one because I wanted to write them all.

Hope you enjoy!

Moonstreaker snaps

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Angst, Familial, Mention of injuries, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE

Moonstreaker was at Swerve’s talking to the bartender when the alarms sounded.

The alarm for an alien invasion.

As much as she wanted to stay with Swerve, she knew she was needed elsewhere on the ship.

Giving Swerve one last look and a reassuring smile, Moonstreaker ran out of the bar with a couple of bots behind her ready to go.

Getting used as hostage was something that she wasn’t too familiar with. Usually, she was the one who was doing the rescuing, not the other way around.

Even more embarrassing, she was tricked into coming on board the opposite ship after hearing cries for help, only to get knocked out with a pip to the helm.

The space pirates were now back on the ship and actively flying away from the Lost Light.

Moonstreaker glared at each one of the pirates as they spat and slapped her across the face.

The space captain walks in front of Moonstreaker and yanks her up by her chains.

The Bot can only glare at the captain.

“Aw, what’s with the glare little Autobot?”--Captain

She doesn’t respond.

“Fine, be that way. Soon we’ll be rolling in thousands of shanix after we get that transmission working. And, well, we’d defiantly get a lot more if you start pleading for your life.”--Captain

Moonstreaker spits some of the energon from her mouth into his face.

The captain throws her back into the ground and steps on her chassis.

Moonstreaker grunts at the sudden weight before getting kicked into some of the crewmate’s arms.

Wiping his face, the captain turns to the crew.

“Keep an eye on her. The little toaster is a feisty one she is.”--Captain

Meanwhile the captain was setting up the transmission, some of the pirates began talking about pillaging and getting rid of some of the bots on board.

One of them mentioned the captain of the ship.

She tensed hearing some of the details.

Her frame started feeling warmer than usual, but she brushed it off as her system being out of whack after all the beating to the helm.

Unfortunately, they noticed.

The nearest guard grabbed Moonstreaker by the back of her helm.

“Oh? Did we strike a nerve, you overgrown toaster? What? You didn’t like what we were saying? Huh? HUH!”—Crewmate 1

The guard slams her helm repeatedly into the wall next to her.

One of the guards stops him.

“Careful you dummy! You’re gonna damage the fuel tank with another hit like that.”—Crewmate 2

The guard holding her helm dropped her in front of the fuel tank in a crumpled heap.

Part of Moonstreaker’s helm was thoroughly soaked with energon.

Part of her vision color pink and the other is seeing double the amount of guards than before.

“Yeah, but that’s nothing compared to what I’M gonna do to the pipsqueak who shot my knee!”—Crewmate 1

The guard shows the bandaged knee to his friends.

“I swear, when I get my hands on that little red bot I’m gonna—”—Crewmate 1

“You…”--Moonstreaker

The guards turn back to Moonstreaker, who was shakingly trying to sit back up.

“Will Not…”--Moonstreaker

She nearly falls again but leans more against the fuel tank’s wall.

“Touch…”--Moonstreaker

She is now sitting on her knees, optics blazing with anger.

“Him… or anyone on that ship… that… I promise.”--Moonstreaker

Meanwhile on the Lost Light…

The pirate’s transmission had just been connected.

Rodimus glares daggers at the smug face of the captain.

“Why, hello—”--Captain

“Where’s Moonstreaker!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus, please, calm down.”--Magnus

Rodimus shoots daggers at Magnus.

“Roddy, you’re going to set something on fire if you don’t calm down.”--Drift

Rodimus looks down at his literal smoldering servos and tries to calm down.

“Where’s our crewmate?”--Megatron

The captain was about to talk when it was interrupted by screaming.

“What in the—”--Captain

“Admiral! What in the blazes is—”--Captain

“FIRE! FIRE NEAR THE FUEL TANKS! FIRE NEAR THE—”--Crewmate

BOO—BBBBBEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP!

Magnus and Megatron had never seen the look of horror that fell across Rodimus’s face when the transmission abruptly ended.

Drift had to drag him back to his chair before he fell to the ground and called Ratchet in.

The Co-captain hadn’t made any movement or sound.

Just clutching his chassis with a shaking servo.

Magnus and Megatron took charge while Ratchet were checking on Rodimus.

It didn’t take long for the Lost Light to find the pirate’s ship.

Not when they could see where the fiery blast came from.

The ship makes it to the location in record time.

Except there was no ship.

Or one intact at least.

It was just burnt pieces of wreckage and parts floating around.

And one Autobot’s frame floating limply amongst it.

A team was sent out to get Moonstreaker’s body.

Rodimus wanted to go but was ruled out when he nearly collapsed again trying to stand up.

Ratchet ran to the med bay hearing over the coms that Moonstreaker was still alive.

Rodimus nearly bursted out of the room if Drift hadn’t talked him into waiting.

What good was he in the medbay if she was in critical condition?

The news of Moonstreaker’s return to the Lost Light quickly spread like wildfire.

More specifically, to a red minibot how looked like he was going to cry at any moment.

Swerve cursed and cursed for being small and having the others hold him back from running to the med bay.

He already felt awful for not doing more in the invasion and then hearing that Moonstreaker had been kidnapped by them.

Skids and some of the others helped close the bar early for Swerve.

The moment that Ratchet had given the clear for visitors after getting her stable, Rodimus and Swerve were one in line.

Swerve was in the room when Moonstreaker woke up.

Moonstreaker slowly opens her optics to see a surprised Swerve.

“’werve?”—Moonstreaker

The minibot gasps and the tears start rolling down his face.

“Moonie!”--Swerve

She winces at the sudden noise.

“Oh, Primus sorry!”--Swerve

Moonstreaker smiles at him, tears and all.

She carefully wipes them.

Swerve cries even harder holding both of his servos on the servo on his cheek.

“How? Where is—”—Moonstreaker

Harsh pede steps start getting louder.

Swerve instinctively holds her servo tighter.

“Rodimus calm down!”--Velocity

BANG!

Rodimus suddenly appears in front of the pair looking just as shocked Swerve had been.

Swerve slowly puts her servo back down, much to the pairs want.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Nice to see you online and all Moonie.”--Swerve

Moonstreaker has her servo extended a bit longer as Swerve leaves the med bay.

Rodimus takes her servo and lets out a vent of relief before the tears start prickling.

She squeezes her brother’s servo in comfort.

“Hey Roddy.”--Moonstreaker

He smiles letting a couple of stray tears fall.

“Hey Moonie.”--Rodimus

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Raiden gets turned on by a toaster

Reader x Raiden. Warning for cursed smut.

You had been dating Raiden for three months now. You had just finished watching King Kong for the third time that evening, the two of you resting on your couch, nestled under the blankets. You kissed him on the lips. "How are you feeling honey?" The cyborg groaned. "I'm low on electrolytes and need to recharge. I have enough left that should let me be able to spend the night and then make it back to my place in one piece."

"Raiden, there's something I need to talk to you about. I think I have a way to meet both of our needs tonight." He stared at you. "What are you saying?" You placed your palm on his chassis. "I'm saying that I think we should make love." Raiden was flustered. "You know that I don't have the proper equipment down there right?" That didn't matter to you. "I'm happy just by spending time by your side. We'll figure something out."

The two of you went to your bedroom. You turned on your phone and went on to YouTube. You found some how it's made style videos of electronics being assembled. "Does that do anything for you?" you asked seductively. "I don't think so. Let me try something." Soon the two of you were watching clips of C - 3PO. Raiden's love life felt more dead than his childhood.

Lastly, you tried watching a video of a piece of toast being inserted into a toaster and cooked. When the bread sprang up, something inside Raiden snapped because he soon pinned you down and started kissing you aggressively. "Mmm, don't stop!" He chuckled. "I don't plan to." He tried playing with your breasts but his fingers were like sharp cat claws. "Sorry. I'll try something else."

He then reached your underwear. He quickly tore it off but now he was puzzled. He didn't know that you had cyborg enhancements. "What's this button do?" He pressed it. "That is my clit..." How embarrassing. He started to kiss you and swiped his tongue at your insides. "What's this?" He continued to drink like a man starved. Somehow he was getting electrolytes.

You started to become louder. "Raiden. Turn the game off!" He stopped. You reassured him that everything was alright and to continue. He must have been hearing things. "I NEED SCISSORS, 61!" He stopped again. "Okay something's going on." You gave him a worried look. "What do you mean honey?" Maybe he had lost his mind after all. He sighed. "It's nothing to worry about."

You gave him a reassuring smile. "Raiden, something happened to me last Thursday when I was driving home. I had a couple of miles to go - I looked up and saw a glowing orange object in the sky, to the east! It was moving very irregularly. Suddenly there was intense light all around me, and when I came to, I was home. What do you think happened to me?" He stood up. "Alright, what the hell is going on!"

He took off his VR headset and the room went back to normal. He was no longer playing his hentai dating sim anymore. Raiden's room wasn't empty anymore but now filled with dozens of mall katanas and cheap ramen. Suddenly he got a transmission. "Did you like my gift?" It was that asshole Monsoon. "After you insulted my taste in anime I took the liberty of infecting your PC with a virus that gives me total control over it. By the way, I stole your steam account. You really need to get better taste in games."

He then cut the transmission out. Raiden turned into Jack and began to punch the floorboards over and over until he began to sob.

[hm-nr]

concept: 50s rotary EVERYTHING. microwave. coffee pot. toaster. sink. dishwasher. rotary dials on all of them. to hell with touchscreens. put a rotary dial in my car. make it the transmission. make it the headlights and wipers. rotary dial dimmer switches. rotary dial garage door opener. rotary dial food processor. rotary dial shower and bathtub. rotary dial refridgerator. rotary dial the whole world

[chiisana-sukima]

I’m with you on the lying part--lying requires motive--but one of the major problems with Chatgpt and similar programs is that it *is* making things up. If you tell it to write a medical research paper on how to cure covid and it produces a paper, complete with a list of experimental data and sources that don’t exist, saying drinking daily bubble tea prevents transmission, that research and those sources *are* made up. The fact that it doesn’t know it made them up any more than a toaster would know isn’t the problem. The problem is the information is false and intellectually dishonest people exist.

not to be pedantic but it annoys me so much when people talk abt how chatgpt is "lying" or "making things up". or esp when people say it "refuses to admit" to lying. like girl that is a toaster oven

[the-firebird69]

This is a simpler Ferrari model and it's easier to make and it's very hot it's mid engine however there's only a couple cars out there that are mid-engine and the Porsche boxster and people don't want to give them up and there's a I think a Mazda and it's older and it's not very powerful and switching the engine is a pain but people want the mid engine kit car they don't want to have anything but now the parts are not hard to get it's like a front wheel drive car and you make it rear engine and rear engine the way we're talking about it's kind of like mid engine this is a way to do it where the front wheel drive is actually in some of cars it's not really right on top of it and the transmission is offset and that's what people want and they are kind of harassing or sound a little every night and it's women trying to look better trying to seduce him by threatening him and it's really gross and they get in the fights and get beat up pretty bad sometimes killed.

We're tracking it and stopping them. They get in these people's way too.

This car is an excellent pick I know because I picked it and what he says is we have to do the version with the GT package or that could be an option and I'm spellbound because the option would be great and people would all buy it and he would too maybe like a secret not everybody accesses it and they say hey look here wait this says GT and it's awesome the car would be awesome the only thing he doesn't like is that damn rear windshield we don't like it either they had a variation later and we think would change it to the black shuttered because that window breaks all the time we're going to get to work on this and to sign it and we noticed people want to use the same Porsche but there's really not many donors but he says ours would because the damn box doesn't go anywhere so we're going to look it up

Thor Freya

Perfect pic because it's the size of looks like the toaster Rosa and it is very fast you simply make it like the Ferrari and people put the emblems on it's real simple I guess you can call it testy Rosta on the registration or whatever they call it sales slip. And you have to have that on the title okay that's what it is and yeah you might have a version of that like Testirosta it's not massively clear looks like a misspelling

A guy on CSI Miami with the curly hair I'm 10 I look like a mulatto I'm a little tall but not massively tall

Somebody get some names straight here

I'm a huge mulatto type black guy on CSI

Yeah we know who people are but really he's awful

Becka

Ohhhh

Bja

We like this car too we have to do something with i..

Olympus

There's not enough Porsche 911 to go around and if you do the cradle and relocation everybody will copy it

Zues Hera

No they want

CSI mulatto taller guy curly hair

[that-fema-corps-blog]

Day 17

August 19, 2022

Woke up at 7:00 to get breakfast and pack lunch. The only lecture this morning was for vehicle safety tools, so I did not have to attend. I played Pokemon Reborn instead, and finally managed to beat the poison ex-gym leader (took around 10 or 15 tries and 4 different teams).

We had a brief community meeting at 11:30, where the unit leader shared some news concerning AmeriCorps. Another campus had a COVID outbreak (over 20 people infected) after shelter-in-place and mask requirements were lifted. Our campus is no longer in shelter-in-place, but everyone is expected to wear a mask unless actively eating or only being in the vicinity of teammates (the “family unit”). We also got news that monkeypox was in Sacramento, though we are expected to be fairly safe due to the lower transmissibility and precautions that have already been taken.

Both units then played a game where people from some teams would sit in the chairs with their eyes closed and the people from the other teams were told to tap the shoulder of anyone who fit one of the prompts they were given: someone they wanted to know better, someone who made them laugh, etc. We were given the option to opt out of being touched by crossing our arms, but the last teams to go apparently didn’t really get the message and a few people ended up touching me anyway.

A few teammates and I left to watch TV for the next hour. I also was able to make a seahorse. I think I’m going to try memorizing how to make one new piece of origami each week or two.

We had another short meeting at 13:30 to ask the unit leader any questions we had about the program so far. Turns out we got our bi-weekly stipend deposited yesterday afternoon ($174! I feel rich!) and were also informed that AmeriCorps had ordered toaster ovens and pressure cookers for us to take once we get deployed. I’m most looking forward to getting the pressure cooker, since it makes cooking dried beans extremely simple (42 minutes on high pressure). Afterward, it was back to the common room for TV and then the base exchange to restock the toothpaste.

I had dinner, took a nap, and woke up at 19:00 for duty. I went on the first patrol and took out our dorm unit’s trash. We were called to meet our team leader at 22:00, and were informed where we were going to be deployed. I returned to the common room to watch TV with the team, and finished making an origami number display from another tutorial. I don’t usually do origami that requires a grid, but this one wasn’t too bad (doubt I’ll be able to memorize how to fold it, though):

Think that about wraps it up for tonight.

[mochitoaster]

The thing about being a trans woman is that like. I feel like a lot of people talk about how hard it is and how much people hates us and it’s all like. Yeah that’s a very real issue. But I think what gets put to the wayside is trans joy. I want to see posts about how much trans women want to be alive, how much we love living, how beautiful our bodies are, how colorful our worlds are now that we are who we are. That’s what I want.

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[etherbonded]

" ....I don't really know the states but isn't California known for it's earthquakes and wildfires? I don't remember anything about alligators. " Yes he became really interested in weather and natural disasters at one point when he was younger, don't mind him.

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

Sonic Twitter Takeover fic prompt? Well, here you go:

Their breath was fogging up the glass. The wind which expelled from their lungs could not pierce that invisible barrier, so it clouded instead. How do pilots steer through clouds? Did it hurt when they flew through them?

Cotton candy is sticky, and it smells like blood.

"I don't think this is going to work Maria, we never heard back from them," the hedgehog mumbled, fidgeting with the girl's robin-coloured sleeve that hung from her stiff arm. Despite his concern, Shadow couldn't suppress the glimmer in his eye as he watched his sister tidy up the control panel that she had been toying with.

Maria simply laughed and shook her head, and faded gold strands of hair unwound from her scalp. The cleaning staff was always puzzled that the creature didn't shed, but the human girl manifested tumbleweeds that plagued the barren ARK like it was the wild west.

"They communicate with the planet all the time Shadow, it's definitely possible! I just had to rig this so it could transmit anywhere, and our shuttle is arriving tonight so we'll know for sure if it worked," she explained, before elaborating in words that her alien companion couldn't follow.

Instead of asking questions, he simply nodded as his mind wandered elsewhere. He would go on to regret this in about 50 years though, when his memories of her become sparse.

Maria continued to cover up their tracks, stifling a laugh at the visibly inattentive Shadow. She would never tease him for his lapses in focus, aware of how overworked the poor hedgehog was. "Let him rest," she had insisted with the project coordinators and grandfather but they seemed unconcerned.

"It's the Ultimate Lifeform, if it needs rest then the specimen can always withdraw and accept its termination," someone had told her. The cuts on her palm had yet to heal from the wrath of her jagged fingernails, and the insides of her cheeks were raw as always.

They'd leave, they just had to be patient.

Before Shadow could open his mouth to change the topic to something more comprehensible, an alarm began blaring from the intercom, startling the hedgehog into his sister's side. He was never a fan of loud noises, but Maria's hands were already over his ears— they were used to this series of events.

Just another few days weeks months never before they could get the hell away from this.

Maria was about to shut the panel off and deal with the intercom, but a rhythmic beeping was being transmitted that required her attention, head snapping back down to the source.

Unable to write things since her hands were preoccupied with muffling the shuttle alarm, the girl began tapping on Shadow's forehead, which made the hedgehog wrinkle his nose and squirm.

"Focus on this instead, I need you to double check with me, okay?" Maria whispered calmly, pulling Shadow a little closer to her side.

He did as she instructed and let the morse code beeping merge with her fingertips, the sound of the alarm fading away. When the transmission ended, the alarm truly was gone.

"No fucking way... it worked!!!" Maria cheered, scooping Shadow up and swinging him around, gripping him tight so he didn't get flung across the room like last time.

The hedgehog yelped from the sudden movement but it eventually devolved into giggling, his fists ramming into her back as he shook with laughter.

Shadow eventually regulated his amusement and pulled back to look at the girl, expression faltering when he saw the strain in her smile, eyes glazed. He quickly let go and landed on his feet, steadying Maria as best he could.

"You're not supposed to move that much Mar," he reminded, but she was a Robotnik after all— the stubbornness was genetic.

Maria shrugged and began stumbling out to the hallway, headed for the first floor; "Do you want your pizza or not? C'mon, I want to try cheese and the best way to have it is when it's still stringy!" she cheered, doing her best to mask the whistling from her lungs with her heavy footsteps.

When the hedgehog didn't budge, she looked back with a smug grin, "I know you're curious what crust tastes like, you're not subtle... I see you looking up toasters in the catalogue. If you want the crunch, then follow me, okay?"

Rolling his eyes and growling in defeat, Shadow followed the girl as best he could, their bare feet slapping the ground hard enough to warrant echoes.

Arriving at the main deck, the two snuck their way onto the shuttle that just arrived, taking note of the uncanny box that was haphazardly thrown on top of the better preserved food shipments.

The ARK had its own garden, so produce was never difficult to obtain. Meat seldom lasted and dairy was uncommon, so what was sent up would be primarily starches and other low-moisture foods for budget reasons.

Pepperoni pizza however, was not a dry, meatless, dairy free starch. However, this didn't stop the pair from contacting GUN before the food shuttle left to demand a pizza.

Shadow still worries about the poor intern that was spammed with morse code transmissions until they did what was instructed by the mad scientist and her loyal henchhog. They probably got fired, but that means they got away from GUN, so he considers it an improvement.

Maria snatched the box and grabbed Shadow's hand, ducking behind the pallet of saltine crackers; "Can you chaos control us back to my room?" she whispered, as the unloading team approached their hiding spot.

"I um, well I'm still not good at taking other people, are you sure it's safe?" the hedgehog asked warily, pulling away to adjust his inhibitors.

The girl shrugged, grabbing Shadow's hands back with her free one, "Let's go."

He nodded firmly, and with a quiet chaos control, they were safely pulled away from the crime scene and back in Maria's room, flopping directly onto her bed.

Shadow beamed at his success, but his sister was too busy melting into her comforter with glee, sighing.

She wasn't usually allowed in her room since it wasn't sterile enough according to her doctor. While usually kept immaculately, the duo would leave behind a never-ending generator of crumbs on that bed.

Shadow thinks they're still there today, but he won't go check. He hasn't been back in that room since.

After stuffing themselves with the foreign food, the siblings learned an important lesson on introducing new ingredients into their diet, and how having multiple things you're not supposed to eat at all or in large quantities... has unsatisfactory results.

"Do you think we shouldn't have done this?" Maria groaned, sprawled out and hanging halfway off her bed. Shadow was face first on the floor below her, and merely offered a pathetic thumbs up.

The girl giggled weakly, swallowing the fear that this would cause internal bleeding, and worried that if she cracked for just a second, the fun would be over and she'd be put in isolation again.

Fortunately, this wouldn't be the case, though she'd still bleed a week later as bullets were fired into her back.

"I'm sorry I asked for this, now we feel like shit," Shadow groaned, using his limited strength to roll over and stare up at Maria, a pained expression on his face.

The girl shook her head; "We've been so patient this whole time, what's the harm in waiting a little less for something?" She shifted back towards the wall and patted the open space on her bed, prompting Shadow to join her.

Smiling, the hedgehog crawled up and wiggled under the weighted blanket, sighing into Maria's lavender-scented pillow as she placed a hand in his quills, scratching gently behind his ears.

"Even if we feel gross now, we still had fun, and the pizza tasted good! Even if we're a bit sick now, it proves that sometimes waiting pays off," Maria assured, looking down at her hedgehog as he began to drift off.

The Ultimate Lifeform may have been too tired to say anything back, but both of them knew he agreed— they were used to waiting for freedom anyways.

"So... was it worth it?" Sonic asked, holding his slice of pizza between his fingers like a cigarette.

Shadow eyed his untouched plate, almost tempted by the still stringy mozzarella that he remembered throwing at Maria before remembering that it looked like her entrails.

"Should we keep ordering illegal foods until we can go down there for real?" he asked.

Maria laughed but shook her head, "No, I think we're done for now! We'll be experiencing the planet together soon anyways, I don't want to ruin the surprise. Plus, you never know if this stuff tastes better there, so I don't want to ruin everything with a space bias! We'll just have to wait a little longer, it'll be something to look forward to."

"No," Shadow admitted, "it wasn't worth it."

What he failed to communicate was that it wasn't the fact they did it, but the fact they never did it again.

[mochitoaster]

CONTENT. OF THE DAKOTA AND WILLIAM VARIETY. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️❤️💙

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[johannadc]

Some of y’all are way too young to remember Automan, a short-lived 1983 SF series about a nerdy guy ( Desi Arnaz, Jr.) who had his (room-sized) computer generate a digital crimefighter. (That’s the glowing guy on the right, played by Chuck Wagner.) (I talk more about it here.) 

Anyway, one of the gimmicks was that Automan could only operate at night because he took so much electrical power, and when people started waking up and running their toasters and TVs and all, he would disappear. I know, the idea that people didn’t use power late at night seems bizarre to us now, with our computers and internet and all. 

I was reminded of this when I was watching a movie online with a friend. It got a little choppy at one point, and then I realized it was going through a VPN and a screen share, beyond the actual transmission, and we were lucky to be able to see it at all. The future is an amazing place to live.