#orion has no idea

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Penseive

@wolfstarmicrofic September 23, word count 421

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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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(al final)

[starscream-is-my-wife]

None of the Decepticons are surprised

(Edit: the vans are Ratchet and Ironhide they use the same Nissan Vanette mold in G1)

[numberonetribble]

Guess who finally heard what Knockout said to Optimus in TFP ?!!?! (me)

[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:

[oh-phoenixx]

"Match" - Jegulus/Black Brothers @into-the-jeggyverse - 349 words

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“It’s a match made in heaven, Sirius, I swear to God,” James had been saying for the last two hours.

“That’s what you say every time,” Sirius sighed. “And they never call you back.”

“He’s got a point, Prongs,” Peter said sheepishly.

“No, you weren’t there! He was so into me!” James swore. 

The other three shared disbelieving books, but pushed no further. They’d had this conversation many times, James always insisting that his most recent date was the love of his life, and then never hearing from them again. This back and forth was routine, and Sirius was just tired of seeing his best friend get hurt. He knew that it wasn’t that James was unlikable in any way. He was just a little…overeager. James was an all-or-nothing type of guy, and people tended to be scared off by the way he started planning their futures on the first date.

But against all odds, James’s phone started ringing. Not waiting even a single ring before picking it up, James answered with a huge grin. “Baby?” Remus, Peter, and Sirius all cringed at the pet name. There was a voice on the other end that sounded all too familiar to Sirius.

“Jamie?” The voice called. “You said to call you as soon as I could. Is this a bad time?”

“No, perfect, actually,” James answered, smirking pointedly at his friends.

“Regulus?!” Sirius demanded. James’s eyebrows furrowed, not reacting in time when Sirius grabbed his phone. “What the fuck?”

“Uh, I’ve got to go,” Regulus muttered, hanging up and leaving James to fend for himself.

“I didn’t know!” James screamed as Sirius hit him.

“You just thought it was a coincidence that he was named Regulus?!” Sirius screamed back.

Remus and Peter shared fits of laughter as Sirius continued to torment James for the rest of the evening. His anger was only interrupted every so often, when James would receive a text from Regulus and his face would light up. Sirius supposed that if it made both his brother and his best friend happy, he couldn’t be all that mad.

[autumnblooms]

I like the new guy’s flair ✨

[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.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Possibility

@wolfstarmicrofic May 7, word count 203

“Auror?”

“No,”

“Potions Master?”

“Sirius, I’m shit at potions,”

“Alright. Er, what about a dragon tamer?”

“I already have enough scars on my body without adding more!”

“Fine, fine, you’re right. Er, librarian? You love books more than you love me. It’s perfect!”

“Hmm, it’s a possibility,”

“No, no, no, I know! Teacher! Professor Lupin has a rather nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Dumbledore would never hire me. All those kids and me, a dangerous dark beast. I don’t think so,”

“Shut up, you’d be the best teacher they ever had. Well, after Minnie, that is. No one will ever be better than Minnie.”

“Let’s take a break. Besides, I thought I was going to be your pretty stay-at-home husband while you take the world by storm and make millions of Galleons,”

“Yes, my love, I would love nothing more than to provide that for you, but we both know you'll get bored in a week. You could always become an author. You know, Werewolf, the ins and outs of Lycanthropy, straight from the muzzle of a real-life wolf. What do you think?”

“I think we both need a break.”

“Yeah, alright then. Tea?”

“It’s like you can read my mind.”

[coffee-and-cake]

Need to see the reaction the other Optimus's would have learning how old TF One! Optimus was when he got the matrix. Bayverse: I got the matrix really late into the war Prime: I was only a couple hundred Vorns when I got mine G1: I got mine pretty young prob a hundred or so less than you tfp!Optimus EarthSpark: Same here G1, what about you tfOne? One: oh... uhhh... 50 G1: 50 Vorns!? That's so young, I remember being a much bigger slacker when I was 50 vorns. i couldn't imagine having the matrix so young. One: No... 50 cycles... Bayverse: ...Is cycles your version of vorns? i mean I know some of our time measurements are- One: No we go by vorns as well... i just... wasn't even a vorn old when I got the matrix Prime: ...How old are you? One: ...51 cycles

[witchofthesouls]

Look at these three:

It's from that TFP barbarians/city-dwellers twist on a really out there verse where Others from Earth managed to make Cybertron a home AU I was talking about.

D-16 here is doing his best to get these two acclimated to Neocybex, both the Common and Ilmentite (a dialect that's utilized by deep underground miners). He has treats hidden in his hands if they can get specific glyphs right. Scraplet/Orion is very much motivated by food. Juno is highly motivated to get the language down so she can wholly curse the mecha that stole her away and be understood by everyone.

Because D-16 no longer has companions his age, he latched onto the two little 'newcomers.' as they're the only ones that can venture out and do their part to help the cohort. He's happily 'mentoring' as he mimicking what the adults do for the fresh newbuilds. The adults around him think it's both cute and disheartening as no one has the spark to tell D-16 that there's a really high probability that those two won't make it (Spoilers: they do.) as sparklings that get sold to the mines typically have issues that surface-dwellers refuse to take.

Although Orion is the oldest of the three, D-16 had more consistent meals and the protection of an adult cohort to ensure he was able to develop normally. While Orion is shorter and less ornate due to delays, he has a far greater tolerance for different fuels, denta capable of crushing rocks, talons on agile hands, and very advanced sensory systems. Hence why his audials and antenna are detailed. Right now, he's pinging and listening around them in case anything (or one) tries to sneak behind them. That box is his best friend as Orion can't believe these mecha just try to throw away decent food! (It's a disposal crate meant that's currently meant for minerals. And yes, Orion sleeps curled up to it.)

Juno (a June Darby that descended from a Cybertron/Earth hybrid) is fretted upon by the adult miners around her. Because of her heritage, her armature is relatively weak, and those 'thin' robes are a part of it. Unlike a usual Cybertronian sparkling that can not remove their armature until a later stage in adolescence, her kind can due to their extended duration of frame development and constant manipulation due to a cross of Earth shapeshifters/humans and Cybertronians over the generations. (Their communities developed a strange relationship between wearable clothes and their natural-born armature.) The mask is part of her tribe's way of life. Less about hiding identity and more to help the young tap into latent abilities by drawing on the blank slate to invoke simple spells or transformations. That blank mask with those empty and dark optic holes creeped out many until she took it off. Nor does she have a 'proper' helm as she has an exposed mess of thin cabling that she can control. She has them tucked away in low buns whenever she needs to follow D-16 or his parent's cohort out of the Den. D-16 likes poking them since he never seen anything like that in his life. Despite her small stature and dainty appearance, she's a little menace that's currently full of rage and would absolutely bite the throats out of the mecha that stole her.

The harness she has isn't from her tribe but from the Snatchers. It's actually a specialized inhibitor and a tracker. The raiding caravan was hoping for the nearby Wilders to launch a rescue so they could track exactly where the main of the communities since young creatures, practitioners, and Seekerkin would fetch the highest credits and prizes from high rollers and the elite. Since her robes have sigils and runes carved inside to hide her and she lacks a T-cog, she was sold to the Tarn's mines as she seemingly had none of the 'exotic' and powerful abilities of the Wilders.

Some little extra details:

The boys are far more dirty since Juno has some sigils to keep herself clean for longer periods of time

D-16 is playing 'I spy'

Those blocky thick stripes on D-16 are harzard stripes and doubles as a unique identifier to his creators' cohort in case anything happens since D-16 doesn't count as a full person yet

The miners are trying to figure out how to keep it on Juno

Orion has it on his back

The box in Orion's hands has two Cybertronian scripts. The top is Common Neocybex (TFOne glyphs), which reads DISPO. Shorthand for disposal. It reads left to right. The other is the written version of Ilmentite (glyphs from Gen 1 comic and Transformers video games). It actually skips vowels and reads top-down. It's cut off, but it says MINERALS.

Orion's antenna and audials make subtly clicks and can move independently.

[hercarisntyours]

i can't stop thinking about time loop oplita (but specifically one where elita has to save optimus from dying and fails because it results in her dying with him, and then her using her time powers to save them resets the loop)

[piiinkfreak]

Soo i've read a deadly education ...

My thoughts:

So the first book (a deadly education) is pretty good, the writing style isn't for everyone but i don't mind it so much, i really like the ideas and the magic system and El is actually fun.

Second book (the last graduate) all goes to shit, half of it is repeating the first book wich takes time we could've spent on other things, the plot kinda ehhh, like the ideas are interesting execution is not, and i don't want to talk about the ending. In the end the only good thing about the book is el's and orion's relashionship

[mrmeepsmadmind]

little gay touch

[monofazz]

Working on something i guess- I'll see how I feel about colours or whatever

also them :) ❤️

[gingermintpepper]

“When are you gonna visit us down in the woods?”  Conversational. Casual. Utterly suspicious. Apollo looks up from polishing his sister’s sword, a glint in his eye as he studies her face. She’s steadfast for mere moments, hand eventually shaking too much for her to continue cutting into her wooden block. A pitiful imitation of a glare meets his eyes, the perpetual fur covering her shoulders and arms prickling from his regard, “What?” “You usually take issue with my visits, is all.” He quickly covers up the vial of oil he’d been using, holding the silver blade up to the light, half to ensure he’s coated it evenly, half to hide the smile that curls at his lips, “Could it be that you’ve missed me these past weeks, sister?” Artemis huffs, stretching a doe’s leg to kick him squarely in the calf. He laughs despite the sting, sheathing her sword back in its leathers and sliding it across the floor to her. “You didn’t fracture my bone with your kick? Now I know you’re sentimental.”  Rolling her eyes, she ignores her newly cleaned weapon to continue whittling away at the bit of oak she brought with her. Though the shape is still rough, it already resembles the back half of some slender, four-legged creature. He hopes it’s a hunting dog this time. She always pawns those ones off to him to paint. “I’m trying to be nice, you prick. And Mother worries you’re avoiding her.”  “Oh?” Apollo waits for a lull in her parring then kicks her, his foot smooth, soft and vitally, unhoofed, “what’s given her that impression?” She gives an exaggerated shout and drops her wood and carving knife. It’s all the warning he gets before she lunges at him, claws out, smile concerningly wide.  The battle is brief and uneventful. She has his arms pinned over his head with claws threatening his wrists before he can laugh. He pushes her off and braces her neck so the force doesn’t give her mild whiplash. She exploits his grace and bites his arm. In between forcing his arm further into her jaw so it's forced open and getting kneed in the hip while she thrashes, Apollo hopes she’s occupied enough to drop her line of questioning altogether. Because he is avoiding them. Not just Mother but Artemis too. He thought he’d been consistent enough to not stir suspicion but his mother has always known him too well. He’ll pay her a visit on the morrow or maybe the day after, so long as —  “So you’ll visit us within the week?” Victory looks resplendent on his sister. She looms over him, fangs aglow in the light cast by the commingling of their shining hair. The stars are shining on her cheeks, smile cast so wide that the skin folds to create new constellations with her freckles. Apollo sighs, testing her grip on him and grunting when she pushes her wicked knee into his stomach to reiterate his loss. “Yes?” He puts a bit more weight behind his tug this time, laughing despite dread’s cold fingers sliding down his throat, “Have I missed a festival of some sort? You’re never this insistent.”  “Don’t take me for a fool,” Claws digging into his skin. Her knee pressed flush to his diaphragm. He need not breathe, yet he wheezes as air is squeezed from his chest, “You’ve missed the past three weeks, including the inauguration of my newest hunters. Even in your busiest summers, you’ve made time for the fledglings.” Her breath is winter air upon his skin. Were he made of weaker matter, she’d crush his bones and think nothing of it. “Whatever trouble it is you’re fleeing, we will conquer together. I’ll keep reminding you ‘til it sinks into your flighty, little head.”  Right. Of course. Maybe he ought Hermes up on those lessons in discretion.