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What is the most chaotic transformers/fandom crossover you can think of? 😌

Oooh this is a fun ask. Originally I was going to say Homestuck but that’s kind of a lazy answer.

I don’t know if it would be the most chaotic, especially where we live in a world where transformers and mlp crossovers are real, but I NEED a G1 crossover with wacky races

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I love reading

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Dick so nice they wrote it twice

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I love reading

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High and watching run away bride and I know karkat vantas would love this movie

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Showing him

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High and watching run away bride and I know karkat vantas would love this movie

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Oh my god I wanna fuck abstraction Jax so baaaaaaad!!! Reader goes to visit her in the pillow fort and finds her in a weird heat or something <3.

You’re so fucking real for this I love you random online pervert thank you for this blessing.

Jax seems agitated.

Usually when you come to the pillow fort to visit, she’s curled up in a circle in the very back of the tent where the shadows are the darkest. Occasionally, she might be sitting up, watching you from a distance with curious eyes.

Today she is restless; circling the fort with jerky movements, graceless and staggering.

“…Jax?” you call out to her, voice shaky with fear. Is she sick? Is she hurt? Is she having an episode?

The sound of your voice has her screeching to a halt, limbs still jerking as every one of her dilated pupils locks in on you.

You keep still as she approaches you, not wanting to startle her with any sudden movements. She tilts her head, looking you up and down. Sizing you up, but for what? She takes in slow step towards you, then another, and when you make no move to run she steadily approaches you, much calmer now that she knows you are here. Some of her eyes close with content while others stare unblinking as she stops in front of you and lowers her head.

You reach out and Jax presses against your palm almost immediately, body rumbling beneath your hand like a boat’s engine.

Touching her feels like slipping your hands through a tv screen, reaching past the glass to feel the crackling static inside. She’s warm beneath your fingers, energy pulsing beneath the inky darkness of her shell. It tickles against you where your skin makes contact. Stings a little too; like the pins and needles of sleeping limbs.

Jax shudders at the contact, pressing so close that she pushes you back enough to almost lose your balance. You tighten your arms around her to keep your footing.

You start to notice something is wrong when you try to shift your weight back to your feet. When you move to push away from Jax’s body you find yourself sinking deeper into it. The pins and needles make way for a third stronger feeling that burns you to your core.

The feeling only intensifies the deeper you sink, surrounded by static and darkness until you’re suddenly surrounded by her—rather, the different masks she used to wear. You feel hands wrap around your waist and more around your neck even as another pair cartoonishly stretches out to honk the cheeks of your ass.

You can’t breathe. It could be the hands around your neck tightening or it could be the toothy mouths that take turns smothering your lips and stealing your breath from you.

You have to pull yourself away from them with a gasp; a strand of spit still connects you to the mouth of the most recent Jax to capture your lips. You see another door, opened just a crack, and move towards it with a resolve you don’t fully understand. You can feel too many arms as they wrap around you, holding down your body like weighted shackles. They’re all whispering things in your ear that make your blood rush and your temperature rise but you just keep pushing forward until you can’t. And when your feet refuse to move another step you lean forward and stretch out your arm, inching closer and closer until your fingertip brushes against the doorknob.

The weights leave you instantly. It’s just you and the door and an empty room.

You reach for the handle and before you can make contact it creaks wide open for you in invitation. You step through the doorframe and accept it.

Jax has her back to you but you can see her shoulders trembling and the sweat dripping down the back of her head. You take a step towards her, the warm glow of pink-tinted light lighting your path as you move.

Jax turns towards the source of the light; towards you; and you can see she looks the dazed look in her eyes and the feverish glow of her cheeks and you can see the way her arms wrap around herself like she needs to feel something.

“Something’s wrong.” Her voice comes out breathy, more of a wheeze than any spoken word. “It’s so much, it’s—!” She cuts herself off, legs trembling with the struggle to support her own weight.

You can’t fully see her eyes but you can hear the mucus in her voice with the hitch of her breath.

“I don’t want to go through this alone,” she whispers. You don’t know if you were meant to hear it.

Without thinking, you close the distance, taking Jax in your arms. It’s silly of you; isn’t this how you got into this mess in the first place? But you couldn’t refuse her then; how could you possibly turn her away now?

You feel her arms tighten around you, clinging and desperate and starved for touch. Her hug is crushing; if you had bones, they’d be creaking under the pressure. Her tongue is in your mouth, swiping against your teeth and poking at your molars. You hold her as tight as you can manage and kiss the best you can. You’re unable to match her energy but you try and the effort is appreciated if the way that Jax grinds into your thigh has anything to do with it.

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I have got to finish writing this weird abstraction porn before I fall asleep. I gotta.

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Breaks down your door

PLEASE. YAP AT US ABOUT JAX. YAP ABOUT ANY OF THEM. I BEG!!!

Also I’ve been a long time follower and I just want to say thank you for all you’ve ever written. Your brain is huge and your dick huger.

First of all, thank you for acknowledging my huge fat hog. People never talk about it but they should.

Also thank you for letting me yap about Jax

I will put it all under the read more to continue to avoid spoilers for those who haven’t had a chance to see the finale yet.

AhhhhhhhhhhHhhhHhHHHHHHHHH MY FAIL WIFE!!!!!!

First time I saw the pilot I thought to myself, oh no, Jax is gonna be the next tumblr sexy man. Little did I know she is actually the most beautiful toxic lesbian of my dreams.

I know the version of her living in the circus doesn’t get a happy ending but I honestly thought it was really satisfying. And still hopeful in the end because the real world version of Jax is still alive and still has time to learn who she is and come out. It really is fun how at the very end, when they’re all standing at the bus stop, you can see that irl!Jax has longer hair than in any of the other photos or videos. I like to think she’a figuring herself out. :)

Unrelated to happy ending, I really like the idea of a reader who joins the circus after the events of the finale. They never met Jax and they know from the start what they are. And after the initial existential crisis, they try to find meaning in this new life of theirs by studying the people who have abstracted. Is there really no way to bring them back? What’s the harm in trying?

And then the story takes a kind of horse girl adventure where they form a bond with this person that is presently more of a creature.

Maybe, given enough time, they manage to get close enough that they get to see inside of Jax like Pomni did. The masks remain; some old, some new; but the door to the real Jax’s room is still unlocked and you manage to step inside and meet her officially for the first time.

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Okay hear me out. I'm a big fan of an element of fucked upness in Kinger potentially assuming a paternal role towards the reader, only to have it evolve into attraction he dares not admit. The feeling is dreadful and leaves him disgusted when he's lucid enough to contemplate it. Just the immense guilt he feels knowing they're so much younger than him and consider him a father figure. Little does Kinger know, they suffer from the same guilt

Oh this is the problematic shit I have been waiting for yum yummy yum eat it up

You’re an adult but even without knowing how old anyone in the circus is, the age gap is obvious. When you first arrive, you’re so scared and overwhelmed and you don’t know what’s real. And Kinger has been here for so, so long.

You’re reacting about as well as everyone else’s when they first enter the circus, which is to say, not at all. It comes naturally to Kinger to comfort you as he has all the other younger members.

When you are in the throes of a panic attack, looking down at hands that you cannot recognize and trying to tug away a headset that is not there, he approaches you with care and concern and kindness. His voice is soft and calm even when the breaths you do not need to take are rapid and shallow. He just talks you through it; an anchor to hold onto, to keep you from losing yourself in what feels like an endless ocean of zeroes and ones.

Once you have had time to let your situation sink in, you’re the one who reaches out to Kinger, clinging to the safety his presence gives you. Kinger does not mind. You’re going through a difficult time and his presence clearly seems to help even though he’s less lucid these days than he used to be. Maybe that’s why he begins to feel a little dependent on you too.

The more time passes the closer you become. He’s the first one you cry in front of. The first one you show your smile to. The first one you open up to.

You confess to him one day you wish you had a father like him when you were growing up then turn to him with a smile so trusting and sincere that it makes something inside of him ache.

You’re the one who leans forward first, lips slightly parted and eyes closing in invitation. But Kinger is the one to close the distance and accept one more of your firsts.

Some days he looks at you and sees his daughters and some days he sees his wife and some days he just sees someone who is scared and hurting just like him.

Sometimes, after spending hours alone in the dark of his fort, he sees you as someone vulnerable being taken advantage of. And he hates himself most of all in those moments of clarity because even when he knows what he wants from you is wrong he wants you still.

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For real tho the edible has hit and tbh to be honest if you request TADC and Jax especially you are very likely to get a response because AGEGSHSJSHSHHEHE

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I could fix her

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Now that the TADC finale is officially out on YouTube can I confess I am not normal about Jax?

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Might abuse substances tomorrow and answer some requests. I know I have a lot on my drafts but also feel free to send in things because I might be inspired by something new

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Im really into the concept of a team rocket grunt being a complete asshole yearning yandere for some confused low-level pokemon trainer. Hes following the latter guy around all over the region, constantly threatening to steal the low level trainers low level Pokémon. But "i will only stop if you go out on a candle light date with me on a rooftop resturant~ with some pasta, wine, and breads breadsticks too big for you to shove into your backpack to leave our date." Cue said Pokémon trainer being scared and suspicious, only for the rocket grunt actually taking him on said date. "Sooo, wanna go steady? I make a mean slowpoke tail hot pot~" "... what???"

Wgwghssgagsgw YESSSSSS!!!!

Trainer and their Pokémon partner Shuckle keep getting harassed by some dude with a Ratticate who snuck an air tag in their backpack that took them three weeks to find.

On more than one occasion he has successfully managed to steal their Shuckle for the sole purpose of getting them to come to him. Sometimes it’s nice to be the one being chased instead of the one doing the chasing, you know? But the trainer always gets their Shuckle back unharmed in the end. It’s unknown if this is because the Rocket grunt is incompetent or because he let them win.

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Anyway back to your regularly scheduled bullshit:

Humanformers AU where Overlord and Tarantulas are a new couple that moves into your neighborhood and you try to be neighborly to them and end up becoming friends but little do you know they’re poly and scheming to get you as their third.

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Once you get to know them better and see their relationship you make it your personal goal to get Tarantulas to dump his shitty boyfriend. Tarantulas thinks it’s cute and Overlord thinks it’s funny and they never once stop trying to get you to have a threesome with them.

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Anyway back to your regularly scheduled bullshit:

Humanformers AU where Overlord and Tarantulas are a new couple that moves into your neighborhood and you try to be neighborly to them and end up becoming friends but little do you know they’re poly and scheming to get you as their third.