#orion hang

[caliburn-the-sword]

fhh ch47-52

this time i SWEAR i won't forget to include where i got up to. however, i think with the power of sheer force of will, i may complete the book. i WILL be staying up past midnight just to achieve it too. i n e e d to know. unless it puts me through so much struggle i once again need a break

debate on penguins HELP rosorion is literally the cutest. relationship goals

love how rosalind and celia went to bed fighting and woke up teasing one another. true siblings fr

how is alisa concerned for the state of rosalind's driving. as if she didn't run over a fence. like yes it was in smoke but STILL rosalind commented on her lack of driving experience. i love how they mutually think the other sucks at driving

YAY WE'RE SEEING ROMA AND JULIETTE AGAIN

alisa is so damn clever. i am however also concerned she is gonna be caught by lady hong's forces and used as bait. however i doubt lady hong grasps alisa's importance to the rest of the group

YESSSS ROSALIND AND ORION ARE PLAYING AT MARRIED COUPLE AGAIN LIFE IS GOOD

alisa if you didn't think you'd get this far WHY would you yeet yourself into lady hong's truck ;-; that's not very greatly thought out

okay i'm probably WAY overanalysing here but i remembered apples having some significant symbolism in chinese culture because we have it every new year. my dumbass assumed it was longevity like practically everything we eat at new year symbolises but i looked it up to double check and it actually represents safety. funny little easter egg miss chloe potentially dropped with rosalind buying those while hiding out at the hotel fksdjfsn

BENEDIKT

ik that we were all theorising that lourens was connected to this all but ARE YOU SERIOUS HE WORKED ON ORION FASKDJFS. everything is connected~

MARS I LOVE HIM YAY HE'S BACK I MISSED HIM

nothing more romantic than a couple fighting <3

i love how lourens is just straight up connected to every single crazy experiment in all of europe and asia. like goddamn this man is on the grind. working day and night putting his blood sweat and tears into developing every kind of supersoldier, multiple forms of mind control etc etc. this guy never rests

JULIETTE MY BELOVED. yk shit's wrong when SHE'S gotta be the reasonable one and stop rosalind from mauling a man to death

ROSORION REUNION HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK I AM CRYING TEARS WHETHER THEY ARE OF JOY OR OF DESPAIR OR BOTH IS UP TO YOU

juliette is incorrect i absolutely need a mars/orion friendship immediately

omfg i'm glad alisa is safe

lourens is such a chad istg he shows up, cures orion, takes it upon himself to nap on roma's couch. what an icon. what a legend. he IS the moment

i take ALL of that back WTF DO YOU MEAN ROSALIND IS GONNA DIE SOON

"Orion was willing to argue with a literal rock if he suspected it had insulted her in some manner." i am melting into a puddle of jelly. i need me a man like this

couples that hate a random old man together stay together~

NO FUCKING WAY ORION AND MARSHALL HAD A FLING ASKJCNAJAN

mars is so right because jealous benedikt IS adorable

JULIETTE POV it's been so long my beloved <3

anyway it's ice cream time bitches i finish this once i've had icecream. or maybe when i wake up idfk. i don't want this to be OVER but i NEED to know how it ends. this is the real violent end fr

[channnel]

What if they were friends 🥹

[starwarrior18]

[snarkspawn]

sketchingggg

[hellojuiceboxbaby]

Regulus and Sirius don’t hang out. Ever. Regulus wants nothing to do with his brother most days accept for once every few months. He’ll text Sirius out of nowhere asking if he’s in the house. If he is Regulus will tell him to come to his room. Sirius will be extremely suspicious because he assumes he’s done something wrong or something has happened to Regulus. When he gets there though Regulus is reading a book on one end of his bed and he’s left a book on the other end. Sirius slowly sits and picks up the book and starts reading. After a while he texts the marauders group chat saying “NO ONE CONTACT ME FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE!!!! ME AND REG ARE HAVING SIBLING TIME” and keeps reading. They stay like that just in each other’s company for a couple hours reading. Eventually Reg gets up and says “ok this was nice but now I need you to leave I want to be alone.” And they don’t hang out again for another few months.

[omnificent-orion]

Something is holding you here -- refusing to let you go.

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[skylight-family]

Hear no evil. Speak no evil. See no evil.

Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka!

They're the Descendants in the Isle of Dawn. Three friends that appear to be young men that are the self-proclaimed welcome committee of the isle. They all look up to Betelgeuse highly as a senior.

They are named after the three stars in the Orion Belt, and are themed after the three wise monkeys. Also, all of them are fluent in sign language!

(More about them under the cut!)

These three are named after the stars in the Orion Belt and are themed after the three wise monkeys.

Alnitak - "Hear no evil"

Alnitak is the most vocal of the group. He seems like a mischievous troublemaker, and he may talk bluntly, but he's actually pretty sweet. Sometimes he could be tactless but he almost always means well unless he thinks someone deserves the flak. Give him a ball of yarn and he's bound to knit you a warm sweater to cuddle in during the cold days.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Alnilam - "Speak no evil"

Alnilam seems to be the voice of reason of the group. He is hard of hearing and mute, so he mostly communicates via sign language. He can't produce honking sounds on his own, so he uses his own personal instrument to alert/detect other sky kids. He may seem intimidating at first since he appears serious, but he's kind! He's always up to lend a helping hand to those who need it.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Mintaka - "See no evil"

Mintaka is the quietest and shyest of the group. He often prefers to be on his own, but seemed to feel comfortable with his friends, Alnilam and Alnitak. He often appears aloof; unbeknownst to him, he has more than a few admirers from afar. Among the three, he's the first one to befriend Saiph because he's rather soft-spoken like a calm Rigel.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

[primus-why]

Angst time, baby!

Okay but what if in TFP the "Orion Pax mode" is only suppressed when the Matrix is physically docked in Optimus' chest? I'm treating it like a complete circuit-- the Matrix lives behind the chestplating, encasing the spark, and is literally latched onto the spark chamber, which is part of Prime's interior chassis. (If that sounds almost parasitic, well... 👀) Anyways, the point is, if you take the Matrix out the circuit is incomplete so he's back to being Orion Pax...

The trouble with this idea of course is the fact the Matrix is bound to his very spark-- it's fused with his spark chamber, so it's not like he can just turn "Prime mode" on and off. (This ain't Yu-Gi-Oh lol)

... But what if someone did take it out?

A particularly jaded warlord, perhaps?

Like imagine Megatron and Optimus are fighting, as they have been doing for the last year or so. The war is still relatively new, the betrayal of Orion Pax is still fresh in Megatron's mind, and he just wants to tear the Prime and everything he stands for apart.

Suddenly, through a stroke of luck-- it wasn't skill alone, he can acknowledge that much-- he gains the upper hand on Prime, knocking him backwards. Megatron quickly steps forward to take advantage of the opportunity, blade drawn and poised to send Prime to the Allspark... but at the last klik he changes course and instead uses his blade as leverage to pry the Prime's chestplates open.

The Matrix is as brilliant as the legends said it would be. Megatron sneers at the light show, retracting his blade and grabbing blindly with one servo while the other shields his optics in vain. He finally feels the distinct shape of what he's been after and yanks it, hard.

The light dims considerably; Megatron is able to see again.

He has it!!

He's holding the Matrix of Leadership! The damn bauble the Council denied him! The very symbol the Autobots rally behind! If he could just destroy it he would be able to end the legacy of the Primes forever and crush the resistance, along with the spark that spins within. Megatron looks up, resolving to watch the light leave his enemy's optics...

... but something makes him hesitate, just for a moment.

Those blue optics weren't looking at him, they were fixed on the Matrix, staring at the gore in a sort of silent horror. He'd seen that expression before-- when he still fought in the Pits and was purposefully mismatched, forced to snuff the sparks of mechs who were inexperienced. As a small mercy he would make it swift and clean, but that wasn't what he'd had in mind for the Prime.

Only now the Prime didn't look like "Prime"-- the warrior with wisdom spanning eons-- he just looked hurt, scared, and confused... he looked more like...

... No, that was impossible. Orion is gone; he chose to abandon them, to forget everything and become the perfect soldier--

"M-megatronus," said a trembling voice, sounding so familiar, yet it couldn't be, "what's going on?"

Megatron's first thought is that this is a trick. A sick, cruel trick specifically designed for this moment to make him falter, and damn if it is then it's working. He's not just hesitating, he's completely frozen in shock. Mind racing, he bounces between rationality and impossibility; he mourned the loss of Orion, not just as a betrayal to the cause but as a companion gone forever...

... but a gut instinct tells him the Prime is not capable of being this duplicitous.

"... Orion?" He asks tentatively, so soft it almost couldn't be heard over the sound of battle. As if to yell would break this fragile moment, and he would slip into a reality where he was wrong.

'Please... let this be real...'

The mech stares at him, terrified for his life, looking so small and vulnerable in direct contrast to his imposing frame. Blue optics flit around, unseeing-- it's too much for him to take in, and Megatron doubts Orion had ever felt pain like this is in his function.

"Why--" the other mech (Orion!) begins to ask, but the words are cut off by the sudden onslaught of an enraged Autobot platoon.

Megatron drops the Matrix-- and Orion's spark chamber-- to move out of the way of their attack and get back to a safer position. He looks back in time to see the other mech cough up some energon and move to collect his own spark from the ground.

Mentally, Megatron kicks himself for not just crushing the spark and being done with it-- Orion had betrayed him! He should have been able to do it! But now the leader of the Autobots will live to fight another day...

Well, whomever he greets the next time they cross paths on the battlefield, he'll be ready. And if it's Orion? He'll be sure to snuff his spark.

[i-mean-technically]

alright so thinking more about The Archives and poor Orion Pax.

this poor fucker was raised in the Archives by the most secret feral of them all Alpha Trion. he grew up surrounded by the impossible and the improbable and unspeakable horrors lurking just out of sight, locked away for the safety of the universe.

and he thinks its all normal. little Orion Pax doesn't know the difference between an archivist and an Archivist, doesn't know that the shit he's seen and done is not something that any normal mech can do.

he's talked to forgotten gods, bartered with devils, sung displaced angels to sleep. he's played with little ghost children and locked up inter-dimensional monsters.

and on top of all of that nonsense, he also has his actual job to do! he has to deal with the public and sort through massive amounts of data on the daily. he shelves datapads, directs patrons, oversees the junior archivists.

boy has power here, ya dig? for all that he doesn't really have a rank in either side of the Archives, he is very obviously Alpha Trion's favorite. and he's good at what he does, whether or not its his day job or his side hustle. (which is which is up to interpretation lmao)

so a little more on him not knowing the difference between an archivist and an Archivist.

he was born in the Wastes and lived as a feral little hobgoblin until he's brought to Iacon by Alpha Trion. Cybertron is full of ancient hungry things, remnants of a time lost long ago. and yet

Orion survived on his own for a while

that impresses the old bastard, and he hasn't been impressed since Solus Prime beat the ever living shit out of Megatronus for calling her short again

Trion picks up this feral bitlet, who's clawing at his wrists and snarling like a wild thing, and is immediately assaulted by an image of this gremlin fully grown and haloed by Primus' Light.

he does what anyone would do, and takes the disgusting creature home with him.

now he has a feral sparkling running underfoot who is refusing to speak any known language on Cybertron and has a solid shadow following him around. (the Shadow's name is Hylard and acts like a cat. a cat that has a mouth the size of a black hole and makes no fuss about eating someone who annoys them)

Trion sees how these two menaces get along like a house on fire and just sighs to himself. "I'm getting too old for this shit."

and then a lightbulb goes off in his head.

he can have a replacement.

Trion was once little more than a half feral wild thing trailing after his siblings, and Primus clearly wanted him to find the sparkling or else he would have offlined many cycles ago

so

Orion is raised knowing about the unknowable, and never really had it explained to him that not everyone else knew. he's always known, so clearly everyone else does too

he doesn't realize how... unsettling he is to others with his too bright optics, too sharp teeth, the way his shadow always seemed to have eyes that blinked out of sync (always watching, waiting, always hungry)

how when he talks about the things he's seen and done people give him a wide(r) berth, light dancing off his armor and flashes of a white flaming sword hovers over his shoulders

how word travels across Cybertron that Prima has been reborn

....

"What a load of slag," Trion said with a snort, turning off the datapad. "Orion is definitely not a reincarnation. And absolutely not a Prime."

[topaztimes]

i hope this is ok but i drew a lil sketch of me giving my bestie orion a hug (+ sloppy lion kissess)

i dont actually know how tall he is but he gives tall vibes and i am a short king (5'5) so i guesstimated the height difference

anyway uh *runs away*

OMG I AM WE EPING THIS IS. SO CUTE WHAT THE FLIP

YES his height is actually very accurate lmfao --he's... taller... but has no solid height because I cannot be asked to give him one ngl

(JOY! Sloppy lion kisses have been illustrated!! Also his bountiful bunda is glorious)

[oddogoblino]

Not colored as per usual ik buuut I drew my stars as sphinxes from @zus-a-fungi 's sphinx au!! So behold!! In order from 1st to last (click for better quality apparently 😭)

Spica

Tauri

Orion

Spica and Tauri are more chompky bc Spica tends to bully Orion from getting any food a lot, they're 4 yrs old and (at least Spica & tauri are) ready to pick on anyone they possibly can!!

They got big ole ears and their horns are all a bit strangely forming, might become an issue when they're older. They got very cute random spots though!

[noitsforthebetter]

i just can’t escape them

[channnel]

Yeah, I played the demo- Alan is still a real cutie, can't wait for him to go feral on Mc.

[grymkoena]

Elite Dangerous

[steam-powered-chaos]

The Sunheart Execution (A Frozen Storm short story)

[Tw for death, religious imagery and references to torture/hanging] Helio Sunheart ran through the old house, where his family had resided for many generations previously, as a brick smashed through the window just behind him. His small sweaty hand gripping tightly to his brother’s as the two boys bundled into the bedroom where little Eliana hid under her bed, crying from the shouting outside. Sol soothes her, trying to hush his two younger siblings cries as footsteps thundered closer to the door, and their father, Damien, ran in, eyes wild in panic. “Everyone, follow me!” He commanded, although his eyes were fixed on Helio, as the three children ran after their father, as men burst through the front doors of the mansion, searching for the family that had lived there for generations.

Damien lead the children down the hallway, their attackers close behind, before finally, coming to a dead end. He ushered Sol and Eliana into the cellar, before grabbing Helio’s shoulder gently, forcing his knife into the 14 year old’s clammy hands to hold. Brown eyes gazed into fire, as Helio and Damien had their eyes locked with each other, in a silent moment of father to son communication. “Helio… you must run. Run far far away from this place, never look back. I’ll… I’ll keep your siblings safe. Just please.. run away” He whispered, hugging the trembling boy before pushing him towards the kitchen window, as Helio wordlessly clambered out, running to the woods.

He climbed up the tallest tree, hiding in amongst the leaves and watching as his father’s lifeless corpse was dragged out of the house by his hair, his siblings’ corpses following suit soon after, and the old house was set aflame. Helio Sunheart could only watch in silent terror, as fat tears began rolling down his face, silently turning the knife around in his hands, watching the flames flicker high into the air as decades of lineage burned and smouldered into ashes. He sat there, as all feeling seemed to fade away, before a roaring rain eventually broke through the darkened sky, dimming the majority of the flames, and the broken, smoking remains of the house layed charred and black.

As Helio made his way into the market for the first time since the execution, he could only stop in silence, watching the rotting corpses of his family swaying faintly in the breeze, gripping his knife a little rougher, and walked away, head bowed in his grief. The only thing he knew, was that his family had been deemed ‘too powerful’ by thugs, that only desired the power that they had held, as he slipped inside a barrel which was lifted up into the belly of the Sunrise, a ship overtaken by pirates. Eventually, of course, like any stowaway, the boy was soon discovered, fighting and squirming for his life. The Captain seemed to take a liking to the feisty young man, giving him a pat on the head, questioning him for the boy’s name, as his head stayed lowered with fury and grief. Although, then again, his family was gone. He didn’t deserve their name, not after he abandoned them.

“…Helio. Helio Frostheart.”

The captain nodded, welcoming him, and as he grew, eventually coming into the position of captain, although soon found himself in several prisons. Thankfully, his crew always seemed to come back to him. Except for the night he met young Orion Stormturner in the opposite cell.

[silent-scribbs]

He got da funny shirt on :)