#orion has no idea

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Penseive

@wolfstarmicrofic September 23, word count 421

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Together, Sirius and Remus read the letter from Orion. It didn’t contain much, just an apology for not being able to find a suitable answer.

‘Aside from kidnapping a death eater and getting them to call him, I don’t know how to get him away from the others.’ 

Orion wrote. 

“So basically yours and Regulus's plan then?” Sirius snorted as they read on. 

At the bottom of the letter, scribbled quickly, was a note. 

‘Sirius, it’s not safe to come here any more, your mother is suspicious. I think she saw the floo flames. Don't come unless I say it is safe. Stay safe, my son. I love you. Orion.’ 

“Well, that’s not good,” Sirius said worriedly as he read through the note again. 

“Hopefully, once we get rid of Voldemort, it’ll be safer to meet up, if that’s what you want,” Remus added, not wanting to force Sirius into anything. Sirius leaned against Remus’s shoulder and sighed deeply. 

“I think it is. Once everything’s done, I can take Reggie to see him. If he wants to,” Sirius laughed once before sobering again. “We need to think about how we’ll capture all the death eaters as well if we manage to get Voldemort,” Remus thought for a moment. 

“Didn’t the Potters have a pensieve? Could we maybe check Peter’s memories? See if he’s been to any of the meetings,” Remus asked. Sirius was a Legilimens, and could check himself, but he hated using it. His mother had used it on him his entire life, up until he escaped that house and her. She’d pick apart every detail of his life, wrenching open the vaults he tried to hide memories and thoughts he knew she wouldn’t like in. The only thing he’d ever managed to hide from her was Remus. Those thoughts and feelings he had hidden in a little black box in a dark corner of his mind with a big flashy box in front of it. She missed it every time. “Shhhh, love, I know,” Remus was stroking his hands up and down Sirius’s arms, knowing where his thoughts had gone, and Sirius realised he was shaking. He buried his nose in Remus’s neck and breathed in his comforting scent until he’d calmed down. 

“I’ll do it,” He said,"I'll go into his mind and find what we need, it'll be easier than using the penseive and then we can only take the memories we need for the courts." And that was that He'd decideded and that's what they'd do.  

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[taimanzano]

Megatronus Prime, Prima Prime.

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[idiotdriftinginspace]

Another summer doodle :D

idk if somebody have done this already but one day the inspiration strucked me like a fright train and i had to draw it

i was THIS CLOSE to finishing it and posting before the second OH SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING trailer, oh well ¯_(ツ)_/¯

also the og bg is staying because:

1) i don't want to draw something else; and

2) i find it 1000 times funnier that they ended up in a prison van and that they were in school (hey guess what, now i have like 2 ideas for AU's-simply because of the unchaanged background...AND THE MOVIE ISN'T EVEN OUT YET)

Part 1 Part 3

og photo under cut:

[autumnblooms]

I like the new guy’s flair ✨

[hercarisntyours]

dreamt about oplita and woke up crying from happiness and cuteness

[cybertron-after-dark]

Being constantly surrounded by the presence of a loving God sounds great until you realize you never know when his freaky fuckin eyes are gonna show up to check on you.

And man. They do it a LOT.

[witchofthesouls]

No idea where this brain-child came from but I’m not complaining;

TFP or MTMTE Megatron in a ‘Finding Nemo’ scenario where his young human-hybrid child is taken (to amp up the angst let’s say Quintessons for example) and daddy! Megatron is just a fury of emotions and can barely think straight at first when he hears or sees that his child his taken, with only one thing replying with a vengeance in his mind; where is my daughter?!…Where is my daughter?!…Where is my daughter?!

Megatron is Marlin, but it's June Darby that plays as Dory.

That is the only human adult he got access to that 1) won't trigger government officials, 2) he knows can keep their mouth shut, and 3) he can fling at organic-friendly civilizations to hunt down information and clues, and by Unicron's ball-bearings, he'll use her.

It's the road trip of hell and vengeance. And instead of a talking, super-high turtle, they break out a deranged Titan from Quintesson fuckery and they ride in style.

It likes June. It wants June. It will crush her puny Nevada home because it is a far superior residence. Tiny brick and wood structure doesn't have the capability of space travel.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Machine

There are no Primes. There haven't been any Primes since the Matrix was reclaimed by Primus. But with the war spiraling out of control and Orion Pax, the hope of the Autobots being on death's door, Ratchet had no other choice. The Autobots needed a leader, they needed a Prime. If Primus would not give them one, then Ratchet sure as Pit would.

(fair warning, this post is really freaking long)

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Orion Pax was their leader. He took up the mantle when the Autobots needed hope more than ever before. He was kind, he was courageous, he was wise and grew more so with every day. He was what they needed to keep marching forward against Megatron's forces and the slow demise that their world seemed to be dead set of reaching. He was more than worthy of being a Prime.

Ratchet never expected such a mech to fall.

Even as he sat at Orion's bedside watching his friend and leader waste away, he could hardly comprehend it. However as the army began to panic without their leader and the Decepticons grew more bold, Ratchet was forced to make a choice. Orion would not live long. His frame was devastated beyond repair and he had no Matrix to give to a successor to lead the Autobots. When he died everything would fall apart and their world would be handed over to Megatron.

Ratchet could not allow this, not when everything they were fighting for depended on the presence of a leader.

As such while there was still time, Ratchet cast aside his reservations and he began what would be considered a heretical work by any definition. He quietly began collecting scans, samples, CNA, copies of memory, and everything else that made Orion Pax who he was. He did not tell anyone what he was doing as Orion faded and he took what he gathered and began to apply it to his project. To keep the army at least semi-composed, the lie he told the Autobots was simple: That Orion Pax was being taken for emergency frame restructuring and was to be brought close to Primus's core to keep his spark stable.

He forged the studies he used to back up his claim that having Orion moved was a wise decision. And then once that was done, he took his friend from the medical bay and brought him to Ratchet's personal laboratory where he took everything he could from his friend while he still lived.

The CNA he used to begin creating a clone, one that he ensured was lifeless through a series of chemical implants. He adjusted it as needed, altering it to match his specifications and leave room for the modifications he had planned. He integrated the CNA of fallen Primes after rooting around and collecting what he could from their lifeless frames to give his creation the strength of Primes. He also altered the clone frame to have a gaping hole where its spark chamber would have been should it have lived in order to house part of what he was making. Then while the clone frame developed, Ratchet carefully began cultivating an AI which he fed Orion's memories.

He took great care with the AI, feeding it memory and coding it in such a way that it would follow his orders. He put in failsafes, integrated the ability for the AI to evolve and learn how to overcome obstacles, and went to great lengths to input an impossible to ignore urge to win the war and restore Cybertron. It took nearly a vorn of fine tuning, by which point Orion had already passed away. But when the AI was a near perfect replica of Orion Pax mentally, at least based on what Ratchet knew of his friend, he made the final piece to finish the puzzle.

His greatest creation was by far the faux Matrix. He based its design off the old texts and what images he could find. Then when its outer shell was complete, he made the greatest super computer he could compile with the aid of a few anonymous engineers who had no idea what they were making for him. He filled the faux Matrix with the entirety of Cybertron's databanks and designed it in such a way that it would run through countless scenarios and calculate the best course of action. He altered its way of giving information so that it would come in the form of old text and strange glyphs to imitate what previous Primes had said their interactions with the real Matrix was like.

He gave it the command to run through data during the artificial Prime's recharge cycle to imitate visions. He then also altered it so that it directly connected to he Prime AI and would, if all went well, regulate the coded emotional responses as the real Matrix would have done with its chosen Prime. He jumped through every hoop to make it so that his artificial Prime would be as convincing as possible, even giving the clone frame the ability to expertly control its EM field to create an aura of divinity through a series of recessive codes.

Then finally, after over a vorn of effort and just before the army began to panic again, Ratchet put together his finest creation. His perfect artificial Prime, made to fulfill the needs of the people and never to be corrupted by greed or other vile emotions. His creation would lead them onward and play the part of Prime until the war came to an end. This was its purpose, and while it was not what Ratchet would have liked, having his Prime wear the face of his oldest friend was both a comfort and a curse.

There was no time to mourn Orion Pax, all Ratchet could do was continue on pretending as if his friend still lived on in his creation for the sake of his own sanity.

A vorn and a half after the project began, Optimus Prime awoke on Ratchet's medical berth with only vague false memories of going to Primus's core to stop the dark energon from spreading. Careful to remain stoic, Ratchet explained all that had come to pass during the artificial Prime's absence and pointed out the Matrix within Optimus's chassis. It took a moment for Optimus's AI to settle and understand, but once everything clicked, the programming Ratchet put into place kicked in and the Prime was off to do his work.

It was certainly a little rough in the beginning. Optimus, despite having been cultivated so carefully was still not the best at interaction. The artificial Prime required time and lots of trial and error to have its AI grow and adapt, quickly changing to be what the Autobots needed. Before long Ratchet could even believe that his creation was a real living being with how it moved and acted, grieving over the fallen, giving hope to the Autobots, and showing courage and conviction like no other.

It was almost enough for Ratchet to forget that Orion Pax was dead.

However Optimus was still an artificial being and there were indeed signs that pointed toward its true nature despite Ratchet's efforts. Optimus didn't feel pain the same way others did, no, the pain it felt was all artificial and could be turned off if needed. During times of increadible stress or when Optimus couldn't afford to fall, Ratchet would quietly utter the command to have Optimus's ability to feel pain turned off. The ability startled the Autobots a great deal, especially when Ratchet forgot to turn the pain sensors back on, prompting Optimus to come to him in increadible worry wondering if something was wrong.

Optimus didn't know that it wasn't alive, and Ratchet couldn't afford to let his artificial Prime think otherwise.

Optimus also wasn't the best at recreating emotion, its AI simply wasn't structured with high emotional response in mind. It was meant to be stoic, unable to be traumatized but still capable of learning. This meant that while it developed and learned, becoming a better leader and responding to the emotions of others better, it had issues replicating other's emotions. It could hardly grieve, it could hardly feel joy, sorrow, or despair. The only emotion Ratchet allowed it to have hardwired was a sense of duty and failure when it didn't perform adequately.

There were other smaller signs, little things like the way Optimus would remain unconcerned by gore, illness, or death. But other than that, the Autobots accepted it, taking Optimus as their Prime without much question. The only one who suspected was Jazz, the other longtime friend of Orion. But even he, perhaps wishing for the entity that called itself Prime to really be Orion, never said anything. All the while Ratchet watched and gently directed Optimus, giving it commands veiled as suggesting and council and repairing him when required

Optimus was his machine, nothing more, nothing less... at least that was what Ratchet constantly told himself in order to not get attached. That is until Optimus returned to base with an actual sparkling in its arms and treated it with more protectiveness and love than Ratchet had ever seen his creation show before. Up until that point everything Optimus did was well within parameters. It fell within the lines Ratchet set, but as if touched by Primus, it suddenly stopped being an "it".

Optimus's AI evolved, and it, no, he changed. Ratchet could only watch on in growing fear, awe, and confliction as Optimus stopped needing him to offer quiet commands. The artificial Prime began acting like a living being, no longer confined by the coding that left him usually aloof and unbothered. The artificial Prime developed, becoming his own individual and never once suspecting a thing about what he really was. This alone nearly made Ratchet want to wipe Optimus's AI and try again, using injury as an excuse just to be sure his creation couldn't go rogue. He only stopped because of how happy Optimus looked as he played with the sparkling he named Bumblebee.

By the time Ratchet considered telling Optimus the truth if only to clear his own guilty conscience, he couldn't do it, not when Optimus believed every single false memory and lie Ratchet had ever told him. How could he destroy the artificial life he had unintentionally created? Optimus was meant to be a machine, a tool to be directed and used as required. The only reason Ratchet had made him believe himself to have once been Orion Pax was to make his acting more believable. But that one small decision had changed everything.

Optimus believed he was living, he thought he had a spark like other mecha and he behaved as such. Ratchet had to feed his creation more and more lies to constrain him and keep him from trying to create Amica bonds or other such intimate ties. He told Optimus the Matrix forbit it and even went so far as to knock Optimus offline and alter the faux Matrix's code so that it would keep Optimus from trying to connect to others too deeply.

If Optimus tried to bond with anyone, the results would be devastating. Even knowing this, it hurt Ratchet's spark to watch Optimus be forced to keep a wall between himself and the sparkling he had found. The artificial Prime still played the part of a Sire for Bumblebee, but he could never have the bond that existed between a Caretaker and their sparkling. Ratchet told Optimus this was due to the Matrix, but Ratchet knew this not to be the case.

Ratchet made a machine to lead the Autobots, but instead he had created an AI that believed itself alive. By the time the Allspark was sent away and the Autobots fled to the stars, the only thing that set Optimus apart from the true children of Primus was his lack of a spark.

No matter how much it hurt to look at the machine who wore his friend's face and identity, Ratchet couldn't tell Optimus the truth. Optimus didn't deserve that pain, not when he wept for the fallen, not when he fought with conviction, and most certainly not when he wished and dreamed with Ratchet on dark nights, imagining a better future. On such nights Ratchet liked to forget that the entity he was speaking to was one of his own make. He liked to pretend that it was indeed his friend who sat beside him and murmured softly the hopes he held of a future where their people were free.

After such interactions he often lay awake in his berth wondering if he had made the right decision and what Orion would think of him.

Coming to earth changed little. Optimus continued to act as Prime, leading them and fighting against Megatron as he always did. He took the children in with grace and behaved exactly as Ratchet expected Orion would have should he have been made Prime. But by that point Ratchet was too ridden by guilt to even dream of trying to wipe the AI that was Optimus or try again. Optimus was alive if only to the others, he couldn't risk everything falling apart because of the truth being exposed.

Then Unicron woke and everything began to crumble bit by bit.

Ratchet managed to hide Optimus's true nature by modifying the faux Matrix so that it could produce an EMP field strong enough to push Unicron back into slumber. But after the event Optimus began to suspect something was wrong with him, that he wasn't right. The abuse of the faux Matrix meant that it started to malfunction and Ratchet couldn't make any adjustments without drawing suspicions. He could only pray that Optimus remained ignorant.

Optimus was concerned, but with time he shook of the oddity of his faux Matrix and Ratchet breathed a sigh of relief... up until Smokescreen made his appearance and brought with him a container which had been welded to his back. Ratchet didn't think much of it once Smokescreen was confirmed to be from Alpha Trion. As such he removed the container and with Bulkhead's help, pried it open.

He regretted that more than anything else.

Within the container was the Matrix, the real Matrix. Every single bot in the base stood still as stone, all of them not wanting to believe it as they looked at Optimus. Ratchet wished he could scream as his creation looked the faux Matrix in his chassis and the real one in the container and passed out.

[iwozlegit]

|| 🍍• A very, very drunk Orion Pax of Iacon in his first ever Kaon bar waiting for Megatronus to come back with some more drinkies …

Orion: Ahhhh Megatronus! Champion of the streets…

Orion: …soon-to-be Champion in my sheets…

Megatronus: *smashes glasses*

Megatronus: *drags Orion* H-home…hometime NOW

[headcanonsandmore]

Adolin: I'm feeling devious... Shallan: You're looking glamourous... Adolin and Shallan: Let's get mischievous... Adolin and Shallan: *looking at Kaladin* And polyamorous!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Apparition

@wolfstarmicrofic September 11, word count 362

Previous part First Wolfstar part

“Is it just me or is this far too easy? Like should there not be more obstacles in the way of the Horcruxes themselves? I still can't believe I had to stay here,” Marcus grumbled. He was still a bit sore that he hadn’t been allowed to go to Hogwarts with them. 

“Maybe he thinks no one will ever figure it out, and they are pretty hard to find unless you know where to look. I mean, if we hadn’t figured out his lineage we would never have found the ring,” Remus said, placating the ruffled wolf. 

“Don’t worry you can come with us to Crouch’s,” Sirius patted him on the back, slightly harder than he probably needed to. “Speaking of Crouch, how do you want to do it, Reggie?” Sirius turned his attention to his brother, who now that the diadem was destroyed appeared to be trying to convince James to follow him deeper into the forest. “Ahem, Regulus Arcturus Black, your input is required, you can input Prongs later.” Sirius snickered. 

“What?!” Regulus spun around red-faced.

“Crouch? I’m thinking you go in under the cloak and act all Jacob Marley and scare the shit out of him.”

“Who?” Regulus asked, his brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of Sirius’s words. 

“You know the apparition that visited Scrooge telling him he needed to mend his ways, or he’d be doomed to an eternity of restless walking, never finding peace! You know A Christmas Carol!” Regulus just shook his head. 

“Merlin, educate your boyfriend Prongs, I can’t believe you never read Dickens,” Sirius groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’d read the entire collection after Remus had introduced him to them, but then again, all Regulus’s friends were purebloods. What a sad little life they lived. “Alright basically you go and scare the shit out of Crouch, and we hunt for the Horcrux,” Sirius decided to get to the point. “And then you are going to go to Potter Manor and read all the Dickens books and educate yourself on muggle classic literature,” He shook his head again and stormed off towards the camp, Remus hot on his heels.  

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[made-by-moon]

Sirius Black's tattoos:

1. Moon on his ring finger

2. Leo constellation with accented regulus star over his heart

3. Deer antlers on his left wrist (covering sh scars, James was his cure) surrounded by a bunch of flowers (for Lily)

4. A lightning (for David Bowie) on his arm

5. Pawprints (3 types for Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail) and hoofprints, going from his wrist to his neck

6. Moon phases going up his spine

7. 1978 on his fingers, the year he graduated Hogwarts and was full of hope for his future with Remus

And much more buy they're less meaningful, more for fun and aesthetic.

[liquidstar]

a cute little detail i like in kaguya-sama is that even early-on, like, episode 1, when miyuki is Thinking youll see little constellations in the background

in particular, what looks like the summer triangle. i think its a really really nice way to work his love of astronomy into subtle details that add a bit of extra charm.

his line profile pic is also a constellation. im pretty sure its orion, but somewhat simplified? because its missing meissa at the top if so lol. still overall i think its really cute how he keeps getting associated w constellations. its awesome actually

[no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist]

Foul Lady Fortune Characters as Taylor Swift Genders

Rosalind: blood-soaked gown

Orion: thinks he's a nightmare dressed like a daydream when he is actually a careless man's careful daughter

Silas: the girl throwing rocks at your window (even when it's cold)

Phoebe: Silas thinks she's superman when she's actually a cursed man (fourth drink in her hand)

Alisa: a boating license at fifteen

Oliver: a crossword with no right answer

Celia: mosaic broken hearts

[otterdoesart]

Hey hey hey mate! ‘S been a while but I’ve just kinda scrolled through your art tag from the last three years (TIME MOVING REAL!?) and it’s crazy to see how much you’ve done in that time XD! Real fond of your splatoon ocs (manta and Ray was it?) and that one love letter fanart you made (BLEW MY MIND!? THE LYRICS FIT THEM SO WELL!! I WAS IN AWE) X) really do love spending time on this app n’ yappin, makes me wish I spend more than like five minutes a week here ,, BUT gonna do my bestest to see what you’ve been up to/ going to get up to 💚 - Z (ALSO DO YOU HAVE A LIIKR A TAG FOR YOUR OC WORLD CUZ I SAW A FEW POSTS MENTION IT BUT I COULDNT FIND IT RAAARGHHH I would love to see it I am so sorry for yelling byebyebeybeye)

HII Z

Im literally at work rn crying at your kind words 🫶🫶🫶

It really is crazy it’s been so long 😭 I feel like I’ve improved in my art but stayed the same at the same time hehe

Thank you for loving my boys! I created them with my homie from high school and they consume my brain,,They’re just goofy little guys who fight and love each other :) Ray is dating Callie (gross🙄(affectionate)) and manta is dating Dove hehe

Thank you for saying so!!! About the letter fanart guehrhe I killed myself doing that last year on the midst of art fight 💀💀

A lot of my OC stuff is in my head and scattered across sites eughejehe I could ramble about them but it wouldn’t be coherent ! The story changes every 2 months jdhddndh

Oughhh i loveghsj themmm just some more silly guys

Anywho thank you for saying all that I really appreciate it and our friendship although we don’t talk as much anymore 🫶🫶🫶

[goodwillfidgetspinner]

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