#Orion is that an EMOTION?!

[mountainashfae]

💎💎💎 I know we've not talked about it much but I'm dying to hear Vio or Orion's opinions on Valerius

IMMEDIATE BRAINWORMS!! Of course for our little AU where Aurien is a companion.

"Why would you ask me about him? It's simple what I think about him: I cannot stand him. He's stolen Aurien from me for his own goddess. I... fine, I don't yet have the power to take them back. Were it anyone else I could go in and handle things immediately, but Urgathoans are much too protective. He has the favor of his rotting goddess as well."

For a moment, it looks as if Orion's hair shifts from its usual icy silver to a slightly warmer, more metallic silver. Their usual icy blue pupils flash red and back to white in a blink-and-you-miss-it moment.

"I cannot abide by this. He thinks so highly of himself. He wastes his devotion on his goddess and his lover. Though I will admit, his lover is a respectable woman. If that's where his tastes align, maybe I should try to steal more than Aurien...

"Surely he understands our special situation. He's investing in a lost cause. He can turn Aurien to Urgathoa all he wants, she will never acknowledge them and eventually they'll move on. Just as they always do."

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[errolluck]

CRYING SCREAMING AND ROLLING DOWN

[keferon]

Howdy!

I think your Monster Hunter AU is really cool and I wanted to know if you’d be cool if I tried to write something in the universe? (Specifically about Prowl haha, I saw him once and thought 👀 “man i wonder if tarantulas was in this au how spooky he’d be given he’s spooky enough in canon”)

Would also love to know your thoughts/if you had any of what Prowl could be up to, I know the au is Lost Light focused so I totally get it if you don’t have any/etc.

Hope you have a good day! Love your art!

Hoooo boy okay okay. Prowl.

He's a Golem created by Orion.

In mythology, Golems are essentially living statues made of clay mixed with blood and animated by magic. They are stupid and exist for primitive manual labor.

In my universe, a Golem is basically the same thing, but made of metal.

Orion assembled his golem from empty armor, parts stolen from the medbay, and his own energon. And then he went and got a Wisdom artifact and put it in the golem's head, because the rules strictly forbid giving golems internal organs like sparks or processors.

As a result, the golem was very light because it was essentially empty inside, so even when it moved it did so very quietly for a mech its size. Orion had been startled the first fifteen times the golem would appear completely silent beside him. On the sixteenth time, he called the golem Prowl.

Prowl is basically not a real mech. He has no spark, he has no need to eat or sleep. His only and primary task is to serve Orion. Thanks to the artifact, he is freakishly intelligent, not only compared to normal golems, but to normal mechs as well.

Orion keeps his origin a secret from everyone except Ratchet and Shockwave (because Shockwave was the one who taught him how to create golems), so all the mechs in the Order are convinced that Prowl is just Orion's very tedious assistant, not...you know...a walking puppet who has incredible intellectual abilities, but almost no emotions or conscience:)

[hyperfocuscentre]

i’m gonna make a statement and the sirius/severus fans might not like this one but…

sirius and severus are very much opposite sides of the same coin.

(before you continue, i would just like to suggest proceeding with caution as i will be mentioning topics such as abuse and bullying).

sirius grew up with wealth and privilege, severus did not. however, it’s heavily implied in canon that they both experienced some form of abuse whether it be mental or physical. gonna sight some sources because i’ve had people argue with me over that:

^ as shown above, we get a lot from sirius that suggests the way his mother’s portrait acts is similar to the way she acted in life (although presumably more extreme). furthermore, we get a direct comparison of harry’s childhood house to sirius’ from harry himself, implying there’s similarities in their treatment and the memories formed in these households.

it was actually much harder to find evidence for severus’ possible abuse, but there’s definitely signs of neglect. he was obviously poor, so his appearance might just be a reflection of that but the stuff about the arguing and his father’s distaste for everything does imply abuse.

^ as shown above, this is actually considered a form of emotional abuse.

ANYWAY, onto my original point! both sirius and severus do negative things, possibly as a result of this abuse:

- severus’ distaste for muggles, stemming from a young age, is arguably because of his father. he joins the death eaters and picks prejudice friends as a result. however, it’s also possible he joined the death eaters to feel powerful, considering it’s implied he’s felt anything but throughout his childhood (and also during hogwarts because of james and sirius). this, obviously, is an awful decision and cannot be justified but it’s always interesting to look deeply into the motives of morally grey characters.

- also, he rejects his surname and creates the title ‘half-blood prince’ which probably suggests bad relations with his father (or maybe he just wanted a cool name, although that’s not an argument that fits with my yapping).

- sirius similarly seeks power through his constant defiance: he becomes a gryffindor (there is some level of choice during the sorting, remember!), he completely opposes his parents beliefs and was probably only further motivated by their mistreatment considering he ends up disowned. additionally, he seeks out power through bullying in canon. it’s a well known fact that bullies maybe be acting this way due to bad situations in their home life.

arguably, these two guys are acting out in attempt to combat their shitty situations.

FINALLY, in adulthood these two guys seem to be heavily controlled by their past. sirius never got the chance to mature and grieve, stuck in a prison with creatures that literally sucked the happiness and positivity out of him. he was stunted, dealing with his grief and incapable of joining society. instead, he got trapped in his childhood home which was probably full of great memories!! (sarc) he remains impulsive and clearly still holds his childhood grudge against severus.

severus’ only purpose for living was avenging lily (i believe?). he joined dumbledore in attempt to save her, and then just continued to help him when he failed. he’s very clearly burdened by his mistakes and stuck grieving for his past friendship. adding onto that, he can’t let go of his anger at the marauders: he takes it out on harry, absolutely jumps at the chance to get sirius ‘kissed’ and blatantly despises remus.

i’m done! i’m not doing a conclusion because i hate those so… enjoy my badly worded ramble? please don’t be mean in the comments if you disagree!

[juustozzi]

Like a déjà vu, but across the universes

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

TF One D-16

[isitfanon]

I speed-read The Scholomance trilogy in 4 days and I have never felt more like I've been run over by a train than right now

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Emotional

@jegulus-microfic March 20 Word count 901

Previous part First part

The second he entered the house, he knew.

“Salazar’s balls!” He muttered under his breath. Remus turned his face to glance at him while still watching the hallway ahead for whatever had upset Regulus. “Be wary of what you say, Lupin. In fact, stay silent.” Remus looked at him questionably but kept his mouth shut. “My parents are here.”

“Regulus!” Orion Black appeared from the kitchen. “We wondered where you had gotten to.” Orion had a huge smile plastered on his face as he strode across the hall and embraced a horrified Regulus. 

“Good—Good evening, Father. I thought Mother was going to send word when you decided to return home.” Orion pulled away but left his large hands on Regulus’s shoulders, a smile still adorning his face. 

“Your mother had some business to take care of in London, so I thought I’d accompany her and see my loving son.” Regulus had to work extremely hard to keep the perplexed look off his face. His father had never been this friendly to him before. His father had always been cold and distant with him, only interacting with his sons if he was forced to by his wife. 

Remus hadn’t moved a muscle since the Black patriarch had appeared, but he still caught Orion’s attention. “And who is this? I don’t think I’ve met your little friend. Introduce us Regulus.” Remus tensed. Regulus looked at him. He would have laughed at the way Orion had called Remus little when the young man towered over the elder Lord Black if the situation hadn’t been so odd. 

“An acquaintance from Hogwarts, Father. Remus Lupin.” Orion narrowed his eyes once Regulus had spoken his name.

“Hmmm,” Orion hummed as he took in Remus’s appearance. “You’re the young werewolf who is in a relationship with my eldest son.” Remus swallowed nervously as Regulus tried to get his father’s attention away from Remus. “Not now, Regulus.” Orion waved him away. “Now, tell me, Remus, how is Sirius? I hope you are treating him well, or else you’ll have me to answer to.” He chuckled as he slapped a hand to Remus’s back. 

Remus turned his head wide-eyed, staring at Regulus. 

“Papa, are you feeling alright?” Regulus asked, looking warily at his father. 

“Of course, why do you ask?” Orion said pleasantly, Turning away from Remus.

“You’re being friendly.” Orion’s face fell. Regulus suddenly felt very guilty. “Sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“No, no, it’s understandable. Why don’t you and Remus run along, and I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” The smile was back on his face. Regulus looked worriedly at his father before he decided he needed to ensure he didn’t mention what had just been said to Walburga. 

“Papa, you’re not going to tell Maman about what you just said about Remus?” He prayed he hadn’t just made a mistake. 

“So he is a spy then?” Both boys paled. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe don’t mention how you know each other. You know how she reacts when you’re brother is mentioned.” 

The front door burst open as the last words left Orion’s mouth, and Walburga Black stood framed in the doorway. 

“Ah, a welcoming party, how kind.” Her sharp voice was free of any emotional tones. “Regulus, you are well, I presume?” Regulus shook the shock from himself, letting his mask fall back over his features.

“Yes, Maman. May I take your bag?” She thrust her dragon hide travel bag into his hands as she unclasped her cloak and threw it towards the wall, where a narrow cupboard opened and caught it before blending back into the wall again. 

“You appear to have a house guest, Regulus.” She sneered in Remus’s direction.

“Yes, I apologise, Maman. The Dark Lord paired us together for an assignment, and it was easier to keep him and less pungent than having to keep retrieving him from the wolf pack.” Her face turned up even more in disgust. 

“You brought a werewolf into our ancestral home?” She asked, her nostrils flaring. 

“I assure you, Maman, he is housebroken.” Her sneer turned to a smirk. 

“Well, as the Dark Lord has seen fit to pair you, I suppose I can allow it for a time.” Her eyes narrowed again. “Keep a close eye on the wolf. Do not let him wander where he pleases.” She left them in the hallway as she disappeared upstairs to her office. 

Orion smiled at them and patted them both on the shoulder before returning to the kitchen. 

“Well, that was pleasant,” Remus smirked down at Regulus. 

“Oh, shut up, wolf! Come on, let’s go warn the others.” 

They didn’t have long to let James know what had happened before they were called down to dinner. 

“I see you’re ‘friend’ hasn’t dressed for dinner,” Walburga noted as they sat, the three Blacks in their formal wear. Remus, to Regulus’s amusement, had rejected the lending of the dress robes Regulus had offered and didn’t blink at Walburga’s comments. 

The dinner went well. Orion was back to his silent self and barely spared a glance at Regulus. It wasn’t until she excused herself at the end of the meal that Orion opened up again. He cast a silencing charm on the dining room door. 

“So, you’re trying to kill the Dark Lord?”      

Next part

[spearxwind]

Whole gang's here :]

[3473-warrior]

Escaping the Dark Lord

Wolfstar and Sunseeker | words: 1,818

"How are you?"

"Oh, you know, as best as can be, I guess." Sirius pauses. "Fuck! James, I have to go. Someone's coming."

"Wait, Padfoot-"

"I'll see you soon, yeah?" Sirius hangs up the mirror and shoves it into his pocket before Walburga enters the room.

"Downstairs."

"I don't-"

"Now, Sirius! We have guests." Sirius gets out of bed and follows his mother downstairs. He abruptly stops when they enter the dining room. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan, Mulciber, and Avery gather around the long table full of food. Along with Sirius' parents and brother and someone he doesn't know.

"Ah, Sirius. I'm so glad you could join us," the unknown person speaks, but his voice has a hiss-like undertone. He's tall with thick, chestnut hair and a sharp jawline, but that's where his similarities to any human end. His eyes are deep red with snake-like pupils. "I believe we have a lot to talk about."

"Who are you?" Sirius blurts before he can bite his tongue.

"You dare-" Bellatrix starts to spit, standing, but the unknown person settles her with a simple raised hand.

"It's alright, Bellatrix. I look a bit different than before, don't I, Sirius?" Sirius watches in awe as a glamor shimmers over the man, covering his eyes and making him look more human. "This is what I looked like when we first met if I'm not mistaken? Yes, I have changed my appearance some. Have a seat, please." The unknown man waves his hand, and the chair beside Regulus slides away from the table, putting Sirius between him and Orion. Sirius takes the seat with more apprehension than he wishes he displayed. The man lets the glamor drop, "You're an intriguing young man, Sirius. Weren't you born with an inclination for Dark magic?"

"I was." The man hums low in his throat and gazes at him.

"It seems you don't ally yourself with other people born like that."

"I don't see any need to. James Potter and Peter Pettigrew are brilliant wizards without the proclivity for darkness."

"But not Remus Lupin?"

"He leans more towards Grey."

"And why do you think that is?"

"Well, it would be the magic he's leant toward since birth."

"It isn't. You see, most werewolves are lucky if they lean towards Grey magic." Sirius choked on his bite of food.

"I don't have any idea-"

"I think you do. Remus Lupin is one of Greyback's, isn't he, Rodolphus?"

"Yes, my lord. He turned when he was four because the boy's father couldn't hold his tongue."

"Hmm, Sirius, I don't appreciate liars. Do you?"

"No, sir."

"But you lied to me."

"I-I did."

"Why?"

"Because I want to keep Remus safe." Sirius holds still under the sharp, red gaze.

"I have a favor to ask of you."

"What kind of favor?"

"The kind of favor that will put you in my good graces and keep all the people you care about safe, including those mudbloods."

"If you harm them-"

"I won't... if you do this one little thing."

"It's not that little if you're willing to let muggle-borns live. You're Voldemort."

"I prefer the Dark Lord, but yes, I am."

"What do you want from me?" Voldemort lifts his hand again and points to the people across from Sirius.

"This." They roll the sleeves on their left arms up.

Sirius pushes away from the table and speaks before he can think better, "I won't."

"Sirius!"

"I knew you would ask a lot of me being the heir, Mother, but this is low, even for you. I refuse."

"Oh, well. I suppose... I can always make Regulus do so." Regulus pales but tightens his grip on his silverware and doesn't let his resolve waver.

"No! That isn't happening."

"You can't make that decision for me, Sirius. You aren't my father."

"Oh, because our father did a great job of raising us?" Sirius spits. "Touch Reggie, and I'll blow your head off. Can't exactly run an army of Death Eaters if you don't have one, can you?" Voldemort sighs deeply.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this. Mulciber, Avery, if you would?" He waves his arm at Sirius, and they stand with nasty grins.

"Oh, it would be our pleasure, my lord." Rodolphus and Rabastan circled the table quickly and pulled a confused Regulus out of his seat before forcing him to his knees and uncovering his forearm. Sirius doesn't have time to react before being forced to his knees by Mulciber and Avery.

"Don't touch him," Sirius snarls, struggling against their hold. Bellatrix cackles and shoots a spell at him.

"Crucio! Maybe that will shut you up, you little blood traitor." Sirius screams himself raw and tries to curl away from the pain, but Mulciber and Avery hold him tightly. The spell ends and leaves Sirius gasping in deep breaths.

"Now, Sirius, you can either take my mark, or Regulus will." Sirius glances at Regulus and steals his resolve. Regulus looks terrified by everything happening around him but doesn't seem to be doing anything. Barely able to look around the room, Sirius sees his parents standing in the corner. Of course, they wouldn't be doing anything in this situation but leaving it up to Sirius to get himself and Regulus out of this.

"Go to hell." He spits a mouthful of blood from biting his tongue at Voldemort's feet. "You can't have either of us."

"Is that right?" Voldemort turns and walks toward Regulus. He grasps his chin and looks into his eyes. "What do you think, Regulus? Will you take the mark?" Sirius can see Regulus starting to crumble under the pressure of that stare. He's about to speak up when another glamor covers Voldemort. Sirius sputters when a replica of James takes shape. "What about now, Regulus? Will you now?"

"I- James?" Sirius scrunches his face at the way Regulus says his best friend's name.

"Regulus, look at me." Regulus' attention wavers. "Regulus!" Sirius isn't afraid to be harsh with his brother right now, and Regulus' eyes snap over to him. "That isn't James. Would he let us get hurt if it was?"

"No," Regulus mumbles. Some of the fog starts to clear from his face.

"Love, I'm doing what's best for you and Sirius. Can't you see that?" Sirius makes a hurt noise when Regulus immediately looks back at Voldemort, and the fog reappears. How could Voldemort figure out their one weakness? And how does he sound and look exactly like James? "You'll join him eventually. Don't you think it'd be easier to just give up and give in?"

"I don't- James, I don't want to do this. I don't like this feeling." Shit! Sirius forgot that Regulus was a sub. Of course, he'd fold for someone looking like James when he's so confused and lost.

"I know, love, but it'll be better once you accept the mark. I promise."

"Regulus Arcturus!" Regulus wrenches to look at Sirius with a whimper. He can't not when Sirius sounds like that.

"I'm scared, Siri. What's going on?"

"James isn't here, baby. Do you think he'd make you do something you don't want to if he was?"

"No," Regulus whines and struggles against the hold on his face. "James wouldn't make me do that."

"You're right. I wouldn't." Sirius snaps his head to the door so quickly it sharps. He heaves a relieved sigh when he sees James standing in the doorway with a group of aurors behind him.

"James?"

"You always were horrible at hanging up that mirror, Pads." He smirks, "You can drop the glamor, Voldemort. It doesn't suit you." Voldemort wrenches away so quickly Regulus falls to the floor with a hurt whine. "Do you need any more proof than that, Auror Moody, or is this enough to arrest the lot of them?"

"This is more than enough, Mr. Potter. Men." Voldemort disapparates when the Aurors start flooding into the room. The others try to do the same, but Sirius wrenches out of their grips and causes them to lose focus. He crawls to Regulus and pulls him into his arms.

"Shh, you're okay. I've got you, Regulus. They can't hurt you. They're gone, baby. I promise." James drops heavily to the floor beside them and yanks them into his arms.

"Are you hurt?"

"I was crucioed, but I think Regulus is okay." James pulls back slightly and gazes at Regulus.

"Love, look at me. It's me. I'm right here." Regulus pulls out of Sirius' neck and looks warily at James. "Oh, angel." James reaches toward the bruises starting to rise on Regulus' face. He whimpers when Regulus shies away. "I'm not going to hurt you, love. It's me." Regulus nuzzles into James' palm. "I promise." Regulus throws himself into James' chest and inhales deeply.

"It's you. It really is." James' arm wraps around Regulus, and he holds Sirius' hand with the other.

"It's me, love. It's me." Regulus whimpers and breaks down in James' arms.

"Sirius?" Sirius turns away from James and finds Remus standing in the doorway.

"Go on. I've got Reg. Your sub needs you, Pads." Sirius drops a kiss on Regulus' head before going over to Remus.

"I'm okay, love. I'm alright." Remus whimpers and crumbles into Sirius. "Alright, alright. Shhhh, you're alright."

"They were hurting you. I could feel it." Sirius pulls back and grasps Remus' face between his hands.

"I'm okay. Moony, I'm fine." Sirius kisses him softly. "I promise. I'm alright."

"I was so scared when James called me."

"I know, love. I'm sorry I scared you."

"Don't do it again."

"I'll try." Remus accepts that with a nod and folds back into Sirius.

"You better." Sirius chuckles softly and bundles Remus into his arms.

"Lord and Lady Black, you're adding to the mess by resisting. It would go more quickly if you accept your arrest easily."

"Sirius, we did nothing wrong. What were we supposed to do? He said he would kill you and Regulus if we didn't agree." Sirius looks over at his mother.

"You knew what you were doing when you let them into your house. I won't play the stupid little heir anymore, and there is no way in hell that I'm letting you get Regulus instead." Sirius looks softly at Regulus, curled up in James' arms. He's not letting his little brother get hurt. "Auror Moody, take them away. I'm filing charges of abuse for myself and Regulus."

"Of course, Mr. Black." Sirius looks back at Remus as the free Aurors step toward his parents.

"Do you want to go to yours?"

"Can we go to James'?"

"'Course, love. James, is it okay if we go to yours?"

"My parents are expecting all of us. Pete's already there."

"Hang on, okay?" Remus nods against Sirius' chest, and they disappear with a pop. Sirius relaxed, knowing he wouldn't let anything hurt his sub or his brother.

[thescribblings]

Hi i made him sad :p

Randomly inspired 4AM expression practice go brrrrrrrrrr

That is all, have nice day

[rubypasha1]

I’m going to be honest and say I had some bad experiences in the Transformers fandom. I wrote fics for it, admittedly very bad but they were my first. Had to learn somewhere. Thing is I enjoyed the writing, actually I loved it and it made me realize my passion for writing fiction.

But that didn’t stop the bad experiences. Mostly people. I won’t go into detail but for the love of god please don’t ask or encourage a 12 year old, who has clearly stated they are one, to write smut. And don’t send them very explicit, dead dove do not eat fics without at least staying “hey, there’s some messed up stuff in here so just be warned” instead of “Here’s some inspiration!” And constantly asking when smut will be written.

I swear Ao3 saved my creativity. I pretty completely left Wattpad after that, didn’t touch transformers content again till recently this year.

And I’ve made a decision. I’m going to write a transformers fic. Not now, only next year it’s my last year of school and stuff is hectic. But I’m going to write it. To prove to myself I can write a good transformers fic with good characterization. And a reader or oc that has a bit more depth.

Anywho, @ss-shitstorm fic “Breaking Bread” heavily inspired me and actually was the reason I got back into the Ttansforemrs fandom. I highly recommend it it’s one of my new top favorites and has a terrifying attention to detail. Great characterization, hilarious reader insert that’s basically a very stressed out certain magical princess who’s got a knack for science and baking. And a crazy dog. And sassy bird. Who likes Fluttershy. It’s amazing.

Did I mention there’s actual science stuff in it? Stochiometry my nemesis.

And it’s got me thinking about making my own. Maybe more of an oc fic but still written like ny other reader ones.

I’m thinking of doing one where a human is put in a cybertronian body, TFP universe. They have basic knowledge of TFP, watched it but couldn’t remember everything. But they knew enough. Definitely enough o know that cybertron being alive was before the war.

They’re placed in a cybertronian body before the deception uprising. Still around the time where Functionisin ruled and they were in a kind of ‘presenter’/‘video camera’ alt mode.

Except they have anxiety, often freeze up with a panic enduring lack of social skills driven from their natural personality and the fact they’re a human soul shoved into a metal body. Completely alone and forced to adapt to a society that bases value on an alt mode.

The were an artist while human and over time through constant stress and a lack of familiarity with materials on cybertronian, they loose their love of painting and creating art.

But it’s reignited. They find a underground club where mecs and Femmas of many alt modes come together to anonymously submit art ranging from poetry to music and more. And that’s when they find it, a piece of writing that captures their soul. Something so deep and beautiful they feel their own spark reigniting, and they try their hand at creating again. Even if small.

They keep going to the club, building up courage to place art pieces on view. They don’t get much attention, except for a mech who seems curious and stands beside them as they pick apart every little detail.

They talk for a bit. Share a few critics, nothing too crazy. Turns out he’s the one who wrote that lovely piece of writing that inspired them. They turn around, gasping and thanking him for creating something so inspiring-

Megatron stands before them.

Or rather, Megatronus.

The gladiator had just begun his days of battle in the arena but the end was inevitable, the reader knew who he was and fled in terror leaving a confused (and proud, it felt good to know his words inspired at least one person) Megatronus behind.

Readers in a panic, but it doesn’t end there. Their ‘job’ forces them to begin recording the gladiator fights, particularly the rising star Megatronus leading to the eventual meet up of the two again.

But it doesn’t stop there. Soundwave came soon after and, shockingly enough, Ratchet after some unfortunate events (who is far flirtier and leaves the reader thinking “Oh my god he’s so smooth but whyyyyy”)

And it gets worse. Megatronus clearly wishes to se ether atrworks, one of the few along with Soundwave who sees something more than just a waste of time or hobby.

A relationship is formed, tentive on the readers side. They see him and Soundwave less and less like the terrifying deceptions they would become but rather who stood before them. Mechs bashed by a cruel system, they’re creativity forced to writher in their sparks painfully, smothered by a need to fight for the entertainment of others or die by the claws of the system.

They care about them, they eventually realise in horror. And on an unfortunate night they broke down and revealed to Soundwave a horrible truth. War was coming, and they knew what he would become. What All of them would. They beg him, plead to not take things too far. Life was precious, organic or not and taking those of innocents . . .

Soundwave was an outlier himself, but he remained somewhat skeptical. It wa shard to not belive them, the raw emotions they displayed showcased fear and he was good at reading others frames.

The little cybertronian was odd, but intriguing. A friend he had grown to care for, to wish to protect as his closest companion Megatronus insisted, over time. But if there was truth to their words they must know things that could endanger all of cybertron. Soundwave didn’t see himself as a activist nor rebellious but even he couldn’t deny the waters were churning.

Things happen, yada yada yada, reader gets kidnapped and put into stasis just as the war starts and wakes up many years later to the face of a human child se knew very well from a certain TV series.

All out panic ensures

OR, the other fic idea:

Human wakes up as a vehicon . Says “nope”, tries to get away and accidentally becomes the leader of a vehicon rights movement.

The autobots it’s are confused, the decepticons are angry and the reader just wants to get some dogs or cats dammit.

Of course, a dog does gain interest in them. And by that I mean a terrifying metal dragon who decides this trembling little con would be the perfect way to help him attain details on how to resurrect his kin.

He is very mistaken. Reader can’t even be in the same room as one of the deception lieutenants without rattling like a tin can.

Honestly don’t know if it would be a Soundwave or Megatron x reader. Definitely will be friendship developing there. Maybe both? I’m a sucker for tall dark and creepy guys who have a soft spot for tiny

Second idea is just all the vehicons lining up to get names form reader. All very human ones. . “Bill” “John” Matthew” Thomas” “My names already Steve” “Jenny” “Bucket”

And Reader is just stressing cause they’re not running a rebellion or anything. They’re running a daycare for a bunch of guys who do not care about their own safety and lives at all and she constantly has to tell them, no you cannot go to the Autobits the will shoot you on site. No, wanting to sacrifice yourself isn’t a good idea- CANDICE GET AWAY FROM THE FRAGGING WRECKER GOD DAMMIT DO NONE OF YOH UAVE ANY WILL TO LIVE?

Chaos ensures

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about Aether teaching Phantom about the space race, and about the animals we sent into space before we sent people.

Phantom would would absolutely sob at Laika's story, relating almost too deeply to her. Abandoned by humanity and cast into a wild dark unknown, all while holding onto hope for so much more. He would go out at nights and sit on the opposite side of the courtyard from Aether, not to disrupt his own prayers to the stars.

Phantom would search the sky each night for Canis Major, before spilling his heart to the stars. The first time he did, he realized why Aether would go out and convene with the great beyond each night. The catharsis, the tears, the ability to share all of you with something far greater. Watching the stars twinkle, as if in response to the cries and pleas you make. The blinking, almost like Morse code, that told you it was all going to be okay. That you had no other choice.

[spidvrbatz]

Regressor!Bruce Wayne

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[lupinuslilium]

Wolfstar Oneshot! ~ 1.9k words

Modern AU, the marauders are university students on holiday. Background Jegulus (no one knows), pining Sirius, oblivious Remus.

CW: negative self-talk, homophobia, references to physical and emotional abuse.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Sirius looked up as Remus closed the door behind him. He swallowed down the sharp retort already crawling it’s way out of his throat, internally chastising himself for his irritation at the concern in his friends eyes.

He sighed and threw his phone to the side, stretching out his limbs. He had been lying on the comfortable guest bed, scrolling mindlessly. He didn’t want to talk, he didn’t even really want to think. Down the hall, his brother was sleeping in the room beside James’— Sirius’ room— he had to keep reminding himself. His room, after he had shown up at the Potters weeks earlier. Regulus slept in his room, bruised in the same way Sirius had been and refusing to talk about it.

He finally looked at Remus who was sat on the edge of the bed, studying him as if he was a complicated bomb he had been sent to diffuse. Sirius supposed it might be true, James certainly wasn’t here attempting this conversation. Not after the argument that had ensued upon Regulus’ arrival. He was embarrassed by the cruel things he had said to James in anger, in anger and panic and misplaced jealousy. He always reacted without thinking, always jumped to the worst conclusion. Then the guilt came and he’d avoid thinking about the apologies he owed. Sirius steeled himself and met Remus’ eyes, eyes that were so annoyingly big and brown and concerned for him. He managed what he thought was a rather diplomatic,

“No, not particularly”

The corner of Remus’ mouth turned up. That fucking crooked smile that made Sirius forget why he was sulking. The smug bastard. He readied himself for another argument, prepared himself for Remus to push him, for him to say everything Sirius didn’t want to hear. Instead Remus said,

“Okay, do you want to watch a film then?”

God Bless Remus Lupin. He nodded and reached down to the floor beside the bed to grab his laptop. Remus batted him on the shoulder to shuffle over and made himself comfortable beside him while Sirius opened Netflix. They fell into an easy silence, broken only by the sounds of Mr. Potter doing the washing up downstairs and a breeze slipping through the cracked window. Sirius scrolled through their movie options.

“Oh I’ve heard this is good, have you seen it?” Sirius asked as his mouse hovered over a thriller.

“That looks absolutely terrible” Remus scowled at the screen

“What! No it doesn’t. Look, it’s got Jake Gyllenhaal, you love him.”

“I do not love Jake Gyllenhaal, why would you think I love Jake Gyllenhaal?”

“You love his big blue eyes.” Sirius smirked to himself.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget. I love his big blue eyes almost as much as I love it when you shut the fuck up and pick a film”

Sirius chuckled. Something that had been coiled tightly in his chest was unfurling, he hadn’t even noticed how stiffly he was holding his shoulders until he was teasing Remus. He replied,

“We’re watching this one because I’m the one in emotional distress and you’ll only want to watch something entirely depressing or The Lord of The Rings and I’m not in the mood”

“Fine” Remus sighed while Sirius clicked play. He stole a glance at that crooked smirk and suddenly became aware of Remus lying on the bed mere inches away, his head angled toward him to see the screen, the soft orange light from the bedside lamp glowing through the mess of brown hair atop the other boys head. He turned his attention firmly back to the screen and they settled into the film, which Sirius conceded wouldn’t win Jake any awards (though he of course didn’t voice this opinion). He was actually feeling quite calm, interested in the film, though distracted by Remus’ ankle sometimes brushing up against his when-

“It’s not your fault you know” Remus said about twenty minutes in.

Sirius hit the space bar with more force than was necessary.

“I thought we had established that I didn’t want to talk about this?”

“We don’t have to talk about it. I’m not even talking to you, just you know, speaking to the room at large.”

“Well, shut up”

“You don’t even have to listen, I actually would prefer if you’d mind your own business. I’m just choosing to say out loud, to anyone who might be interested and would like to know, that what happened to Regulus is no one’s fault but his parents”

Anger flared in Sirius as he turned his head to the left and was met with warm brown eyes. Remus held his stare, unflinching stubbornness written all over his features. Fuck you, Sirius thought, Fuck you for your comically long eyelashes, fuck you for trying to make me feel better, and fuck you for knowing that I’m going to take the bait.

In little more than a whisper and without breaking his stare, Sirius said, “We don’t even know what happened. Because Regulus won’t say, and because I left him there. I knew what they were capable of and I left him there. So yeah, it is my fault, at least partially.”

Remus’ eyes softened a bit and Sirius hated himself. The boy in front of him was all shades of gold. Like the hour before sunset, when everything is so still and warm and heartbreaking that it almost hurts to look at. Remus almost hurt to look at. He was his friend, his best friend, and after James Sirius didn’t think he was allowed any more best friends. Whatever higher power had granted him James Potter, Sirius didn’t know but he had spent everyday since in a perpetual state of gratitude. Then he was granted Remus Lupin and he knew he didn’t deserve him, yet he still looked at him and wanted. He was selfish, impulsive, aloof on his good days and cruel on his bad. Still, James and Remus and all of his friends gave him their patience and empathy and love. Suddenly he felt close to tears.

Before he could turn away, Remus replied, “You had no choice Pads, you know that. He wouldn’t leave with you, and you had to get out of there. You can’t protect him from everything and you can’t make his decisions. He’s safe now and you’re safe now. That’s it. There’s no blame to be ha—“

“Then why did he call James?” The question that had been eating at Sirius all day.

Regulus was his brother. It had always been them surviving in that household, looking out for each other. Looking out for each other even when they stopped really talking to each other. Sirius had always taken the brunt of his parents’ cruelty to protect Regulus, and then when Regulus needed help, when he needed somewhere to go..

Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat “Why would he call James and not me? If he doesn’t blame me, why would he call James”

“Sirius…” Remus began but he was too overwhelmed to listen. Regulus was always his to protect, no one else would. It was one of the first things he had learned and though he knew it was irrational, knew that they were adults, that Regulus made his own choices, deep down he still felt that anything that happened to Regulus was because of him. His mother had instilled that in him.

And suddenly he became overwhelmed by the proximity of Remus. By his smell and his stupid eyelashes and his stupid nose and his stupid hoodie that was perfectly soft and somehow too big for the giant fucker and his smart-ass mouth that pissed him off but still somehow always said the right thing. And he was overwhelmed by his mother’s voice in his head telling him that he was a fuckup and an idiot. Telling him he was disgusting, telling him to stop acting so fucking gay. The words choked him and the scars on his body reminded him that everything was his fault. His fucking fault. It was his fault that Regulus had been there on his own. His fault that his family hated him so completely. His fault that he woke up everyday and wanted his best friend in a way that wasn’t fair.

He sat up as the tears started spilling down his cheeks and his breathing became difficult. He hid his face in his hands. The only person who had ever seen Sirius cry was James but in that moment the only thing he could do was cry. So he cried, he cried in relief that his brother was safe and in anguish that he hadn’t been there to take the force of his mother’s rage. He cried because he knew if he had stayed he wouldn’t have survived. He felt a large hand on his back and for maybe the first time, didn’t feel embarrassed to be crying. Remus’ presence was warm and steady, patient and completely disarming. He started to catch his breath and heard Remus say quietly,

“I don’t know why he called James, I honestly don’t. But I’m glad that he called anyone, and once he’s more settled you guys can start sorting all this out. You’re a good brother Sirius, anyone can see that you’d go to war for the kid. Just don’t be so hard on yourself, and try not to be so hard on James, okay? You know how he loves being the hero, he probably called Regulus himself”

Sirius huffed a laugh, “Fuck, I owe a lot of apologies don’t I?” His voice was still slightly muffled by the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Yeah, you do.” Remus continued, “but fortunately James is a very forgiving hero” Sirius laughed quietly again and wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve. He finally lifted his head and turned to look back at Remus.

“Oh, fuck you” Remus said and rolled his eyes.

“What??”

“Of course you’d still look pretty right after crying your eyes out.”

Sirius barked out a loud laugh

“Aw, Moony, you think I’m pretty?” Remus pushed his shoulder away, “you always know exactly how to make me feel better.” He reached for his water bottle on the bedside table, still snickering.

“Do you?” Remus’ voice wasn’t teasing.

“Do I what?”

“Feel better?” There was such earnestness in Remus’ gaze.

“Yeah, I do” Sirius leaned back on the pillow, turning to face Remus “do you still want to watch the movie?”

Remus smiled “Yeah, go on. I do actually love his big blue eyes”

[aurillio-thoughts]

a complex sirius who loves his family, especially his mom, is so much more tragic and nuanced and interesting than a sirius who flat out hates his family and i will die on that hill