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[xavitron883]

Second time drawing Whirl

This time he's playing with Ori

And here's some lore with these two

So Ori used to be afraid of Whirl bc he reminded him of Shockwave

You see, Shockwave had abducted Ori when he was very young and held him hostage in his base and was used as a bargaining chip for Optimus and Megatron

And while Ori was there, he was yelled at, caged, and mistreated all by Shockwave

So he developed a fear of bots with a single eye in their head and low and behold, Whirl has that

But dont worry, Ori loves Whirl now :3

As you can see with Whirl's claws getting Ori's belly

Whirl gives major ler vibes

[vilianyviliany]

Has anyone noticed that these two (motherless) idiots must have Their legs broken in the same Time line together?? Have they planned this or smth??!

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Interviewer : So, Gouenji-san-san, are you seeing any special lady at the moment?

Gouenji, currently on live television : I’m gay. Im gay as hell. I’m allergic to pussy. Gay gay homosexual gay. I died for my captain, I will never let him go again, never.

The media : well they seem like very good friends!

[gendachocolate]

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[otaconinabox]

Asked my friend and gf what characters to draw for this. This was super fun lmao

[dailydose-of-kazemaru]

Kazemin #78 ★*⁠.⁠✧

Today's Kazemin is from the Inazuma Eleven Orion ED, Summer Zombie! Gouenji is reading a story to him, Anna and Ootani!

[artsyraccoons]

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Forgive the bad image quality, my phone is trying

[goodwillfidgetspinner]

loose concept character design sketches are like cocaine to me. I can’t stop making them

[afroggycollective]

Tag dump 11

The mute bard. (Vyn)

The beastkeeper. (Dawn)

The scout. (Cullen)

Npc; Jasmyn.

Npc; Grandpa Eryn.

Npc; Orion.

Npc; Veggi.

Npc; Blaze.

[xavitron883]

Have some work doodles before the end of the year

Mostly of Ori bc i love him

[phyrolight]

Finished Outfits for the Main Cast!

[inkdrinkerworld]

Spring’s Coming

cw: fluff, poly!marauders having supper outside as spring comes in, reader and sirius team up and fluster remus, just sweet coupley fluff!

“Are we having supper out here?” James asks as he opens the sliding door to your back garden and finds you and Remus sitting curled into each other staring at the sky.

Remus has been whispering to you about the constellations and when you can see which ones and where.

“It’s the first night of actual spring, Jamie. Can we please?” You ask, turning to him and finding two steaming bowls in his hands.

“Doesn’t bother me, angel.” James hands you a yellow bowl and a green one to Remus, inside is porridge with all the fix ins - a spoon of yoghurt, what smells like cookie butter in yours and peanut in Remus’, a handful of frozen blueberries and a drizzle of honey.

“Do you have a preference, Moons?”

“It would be nice to sit out, the flowers are coming up too, smells nice.” He shifts a little to accept the bowl. “Thank you Jamie.” Remus hums, kissing his forearm where it stretches.

He shrugs, his dimple poking out. “Siri come out here! We’re having supper under the stars.”

James makes it far more romantic than either you or Remus had intended but when Sirius comes out with two more bowls and a blanket cape, it certainly feels so.

“Here y’go Jamie boy,” James’ porridge has the same fix ins as Remus and you can only assume protein powder lest he fall under this rugby season, his bowl is orange. “Shove over, Rem.”

Remus rolls his eyes as Sirius sits beside him, “You’re so romantic when you wish to be.” He says sarcastically and Sirius only takes a sticky bite of his supper.

Sirius’ bowl is a grey that looks purple sometimes and his has cereal flakes on top, honey drizzles and blueberries.

He and James flank you and Remus and the blanket is draped over everyone. The sky is nearly black from how dark it is, but the pretty thing about that is the stars that litter it.

You can see Orion’s Belt, Cassiopeia, and the Big Dipper- Remus can tell the others better than you.

You can hear crickets coming out, and a little rustle between your bushes every now and again, which you can only hope are bunnies.

“This was a good idea, poppet.” Sirius murmurs through another bite.

You smile, “I’m not so sure it was an idea more than it was me and Remus getting distracted.”

Remus chuckles, thumb reaching over to you to wipe away a bit of milk at the corner of your mouth.

“I was only telling about the constellations.”

James smiles, “You get into it though Rem, feels wrong to stop your ramblings.”

Remus’ blush blazes through the scars on his face and he looks even more endearing for it.

Sirius grins, any chance to make any of his loves red and he’s a hound with a scent. “Would you care telling about the,” he snaps his fingers like he can’t remember. “What’s the right name for that multiheaded one?”

You giggle when Remus goes redder, even more so when he hides his face in your shoulder. “The Hydra, Siri. We might not see it for a few days though.”

You ruffle his hair, “So smart, baby.” He nips your shoulder in retaliation making you shriek and turn into James.

“Would you be able to map it, for us? So we now how to spot it?” Sirius carries on and James feels pity for Remus’ whine.

“Would you like dessert Moony? We’ve got tea cake inside, precious.”

Remus jumps at the opportunity, collecting your now empty bowls eagerly making you and Sirius laugh.

“He’s gonna get us horribly well tomorrow.” You say as you curl into him when they leave.

“He might well get us tonight, poppet. Odds on us surviving?”

You’re quiet for a moment where you can hear James and Remus whispering inside. “Probably pretty low now that he’s romancing James.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

Shortstack to Brickhouse

Jazz had endless fun making Orion run after him before the war. Unfortunately for him, Optimus has taken it upon himself to pay back the vorns of runs through Iacon.

(This is going to be part one for a series methinks. We shall see.)

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"There's a bar this way that I enjoy. Best engex in Iacon." Orion, looking more than a little winded, huffed as he all but sprinted to keep up with Jazz's strides. The archivist's vents flared as he ran along, his fans running on their highest setting in an attempt to follow Jazz along the purposefully convoluted path.

Any potential guilt he might have felt for forcing the far shorter mech to tail him was smothered behind amusement. Orion hardly left the archives, and when he did leave, he usually just took the train. Jazz's logic was simple. He took his bestie for a walk in order to get him to move for once, and in return, said bestie got a treat at the end of the trip.

"How far is it?" Orion managed to choke out a question in-between frantic venting. The poor mech hardly reached Jazz's hips. Every step Jazz took was four or five to the smaller bot, a fact that he found eternally amusing during their outings.

"Just a few city districts." Jazz had to fight back a snort as Orion all but deflated, his optics wide in distress.

"A few districts? Jazz, it can take me joors just to get through one!" Orion's exclamation was one that had been repeated many times over their various trips. He never stopped being dramatic, especially when forced to be active for once. It didn't matter that Jazz had been slowly working Orion into taking longer and longer trips. The archivist was agitated regardless.

And it was hilarious.

"Then we better be moving quickly, Rion! Otherwise we'll miss out on the bar!" Orion made a sound that bordered on a wail as he increased his pace in order to match Jazz's casual jog. His shorter companion straddled the line between being categorized as a minicon and a small civilian frame. It showed in his every step, especially with his frantic sprinting.

The only reason Orion wasn't legally registered as a minicon at all was due to the lack of rights for such frame types. It had taken more than a little effort on Orion's part to prove himself worthy of being listed as a normal civilian instead. But secretly, Jazz was pretty sure Orion was some flavor of minicon all the same, if only because he was built like a brick despite being on the taller end for such frame types.

Not that he was going to tell Orion that, of course. Orion was rather touchy when it came to his height, a fact Jazz abused on the regular.

"Come on shortstack!" Jazz laughed as Orion almost tripped over his pedes in an attempt to keep up. The archivist threw a middle digit in his direction, a scowl on his face as his frame steamed.

"I'm going… to shove you… onto a train… track." Orion wheezed out between erratic venting. His optics blazed with anger that Jazz had only ever seen directed at him while on similar trips. He liked seeing Orion all riled up. If he was pissed off when they got to the bar, he'd be far more fun than he would have been otherwise.

Angry Orion made a great drinking buddy, unlike calm Orion, who would chat the audial off the nearest bot, likely to rant about his favorite philosophical topics. Jazz shivered at the memory of Orion's last composed trip to the bar. Jazz had fallen into recharge in his seat watching Orion preach to some poor spark who got wrapped up in conversation with him. Yeah, he'd take his chances with angry Orion any cycle if it meant his bestie would actually be interesting outside of his work.

"You can try, Rion! If you can catch me, that is!" Grinning, Jazz gave Orion only a nano-klik to gather himself before he broke into a proper sprint. As he ran, he laughed and gleefully listened to Orion's screech of outrage.

Sooner or later, Orion would give up and resort to his alt-mode to try and keep up. It would dig at the smaller mech's sense of pride, only serving to make him more upset. This particular trip was long too. Jazz was betting at least twenty shanix on Orion being absolutely livid when they got to the bar.

Primus, he couldn't wait.

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"We have an inspection to perform. Please follow me." Optimus, still reading a datapad, tapped Jazz on the shoulder to stir him from his defrag. He reset his optics to rid himself of any lingering lethargy before standing up with a stretch. His spinal struts popped as he did so, earning a groan of relief as he fell into step with his friend turned Prime.

Gone was the archivist who could barely ride most attractions even if he were to be allowed into Six Lasers. Now there stood a towering giant who dwarfed Jazz and most of everyone else by at least three or four heads. It was a lot to take in.

"Righty Rion! Lead the way!" Before the words even formulated fully, Optimus was already striding forward with newfound grace. Jazz adjusted his visor, processing just how fast Optimus was moving at a casual walk of all things. But he quickly got himself back in order and hurried after his friend and leader.

He had to jog just to keep up, a fact that he noted with a hint of surprise as Optimus didn't bother to slow down as he usually did with others he brought with him for whatever reason. Jazz didn't mind the extra effort it took to keep moving, but he did file the chance in behavior away for later. Was Optimus feeling alright?

Optimus led the way out of the Citadel, guiding Jazz through all sorts of back roads that the Primacy would faint seeing their Prime walk down. The path was meandering and wild, with no coordination that Jazz could pick out. Even more strange than that, Jazz could have sworn Optimus was picking up his pace. He didn't look like he was moving all that quickly. His every stride was graceful, weight perfectly distributed. Compared to him, Jazz was starting to feel a burn in his legs as he forced himself to move faster just to keep up.

"Where are we going? This isn't a path I know." Jazz called out, but he was met with a contemplative hum instead of a real answer. Optimus hadn't even looked up from his datapad, almost as if the path and the brutal pace didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Military installation 43B." Optimus finally spoke up as they rounded a corner. The moment Jazz registered what was being said, he skidded to a halt and stared at Optimus in horror.

"That's on the other side of Iacon!" Optimus, slag him, turned around slowly. As he did, Jazz found his spark sinking as he noted a smug grin on the Prime's face.

"That it is. But I'm sure if we move quickly, we can still arrive in time for the inspection I scheduled." Optimus returned back to his datapad, his pace absolutely picking up as he started into a casual hustle. Jazz scrambled to keep up, having to sprint to make up the difference as Optimus laughed.

"If you can keep up, that is." Oh that slagger.

"Rion!" Jazz lamented his every life decision as Optimus continued on his merry way, settling into a slow run that left Jazz throwing all the power in his frame into running as fast as he possibly could.

Slag it all. The Matrix may have made him bigger, but it hadn't made him any less Orion.

[dailydose-of-kazemaru]

Kazemin #13★*⁠.⁠✧

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And of course, an actual Kazemin!

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[artsyraccoons]

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synopsis: dragging tom riddle out of the library for a night under the stars might have been a challenge, but you were never one to back down easily. he doesn’t believe in poetry or fate, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll start to believe in the way you see the universe content warnings: slight ooc tom riddle, tom referring to stars as blazing balls of gas

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It was a rare night off, the corridors of Hogwarts quiet as students retired to their common rooms, yet you and Tom Riddle found yourselves slipping out to the Astronomy Tower. He’d been in the library since lunch, flipping through ancient volumes, and you figured he could use a break. He begrudgingly agreed after you challenged his sense of adventure, muttering something about foolish whims but unable to turn down the gleam in your eyes.

The two of you stood close on the stone balcony, gazing at the stars scattered like fine dust across the velvet sky. A cool breeze stirred the air, the soft hush of it contrasting with the silence between you.

"When you look at the stars, what do you see?" you asked, watching his face from the corner of your eye. A flicker of something amused softened his expression, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Blazing balls of gas,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Tom, it’s supposed to be romantic. Inspiring. Don’t you see anything else up there?”

He tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “What am I meant to see, then?”

“I don’t know,” you teased. “Maybe… galaxies stretching endlessly, a reminder of how small we are in the grand scheme of things. Or… constellations formed by gods who loved each other, stories woven into the sky.”

He raised an eyebrow, a glint of something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And what does that mean to you?”

“Means there’s something up there bigger than us. A sort of beauty you can’t see just by reading books,” you said softly, looking up again at the sparkling canopy. You wondered if he could see it the same way, or if he was too absorbed in ambition to look beyond what was directly in front of him.

He let out a small, contemplative sigh, and you could almost feel him softening beside you, though he tried to maintain his usual composed demeanor. “That’s a rather poetic view, but hardly practical.”

“Not everything needs to be practical,” you murmured. “Not even for you.”

A brief silence stretched between you, and the only sound was the gentle rustling of the night breeze.

“Look here,” you pointed up, aiming to shift his focus. “That’s Orion, the hunter. And over there, the Pleiades.” You traced the patterns with your finger as he followed with his gaze, his face unusually relaxed as he watched you.

"You know, you’re going to need more work than I thought," you said with a chuckle, leaning closer as if to pass on some secret knowledge.

"Am I?" His eyes flickered to you, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“Mmhm.” You leaned against the stone railing, facing him now. “You know so much about everything, yet when it comes to seeing things differently…” you trailed off, shaking your head with a playful smile.

"Different isn’t always better," he countered, but the smirk softened, his eyes holding yours with a rare spark of intrigue. “But perhaps… it’s worth entertaining your way of thinking. At least for tonight.”

"Just for tonight, hmm?” you replied, pretending to consider it. “I’ll take it.”

He chuckled—a low, rare sound that surprised you, but you couldn’t help but smile back. “If only to satisfy your foolish whims.”

The two of you returned your gaze to the stars, his shoulder brushing yours. And while Tom Riddle might not yet see beauty in constellations or romance in a night sky, there was something warm and unexpectedly soft in his expression tonight—a glimpse of the boy behind the brilliance.

Perhaps, you thought, looking up at the stars, there was more beauty here than he realized.

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