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nova--spark · 5 months
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And here we now have, the Mortal Machines designs of all the Autobots!
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moony-readss · 15 days
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Remus Lupin is for the people who find comfort in books. People who will only share their chocolate to that special one. People who study because they enjoy it. People who give warmth just with their smile. People who value their alone time. People who are abit awkward yet so friendly. People who'll never accept they're good at something even if they can beat the whole class in it. Remus Lupin is for everyone who love others more than they are capable of, even if they sometimes can't express it.
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mahariel-theirin · 2 months
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Now that botb is a summer show…
Mandatory beach episode
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apollos-boyfriend · 1 month
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I'm aro ace. I write smut. I have enough writing experience to actually write characters that are not unintentional self-inserts and instead have their own defined traits that are not similar to mine. "All your characters will come out a little ace" is grade-A bullshit and just shits on anyone who attempts to write characters that don't have their own traits grafted to them, but thanks for the screenshot.
being on tumblr is truly like when you go to a coffee shop and you see a guy get pissed that the drink on the counter clearly labeled with someone else's name isn't what they ordered
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miss-star-dust · 2 months
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I'm sorry but someone listen to Ghosts (How Can I Move On) by Muse and tell me that it's not about post 1981 wolfstar from Remus' POV
"How can I move on When everyone I see still talks about you? How can I move on When all the best things I have we made together?"
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nemo-draco · 1 day
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I know there's a thing about folks liking to put characters in dresses and ballgowns, but if you ask me a tuxedo is where it's at. It's also where it's at for the Muse too, given that they were formally brought to be in the 1930s-40s, that being the style of the day. Thinking Dark might let himself get gussied up more often if he's gonna get kissed like that every time.
Also one last picture of them both being adorable for luck.
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4s1na · 2 years
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— flux by Orion Carloto
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iamnmbr3 · 23 days
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Orion: You and Tom Riddle-
Alphard: No we haven't! In fact, how do I know you aren't his secret lover?
Orion: -were in the same dormitory at school, right?
Alphard: ...
Orion: ...
Alphard: Yes. I suppose we were.
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createandchaos · 2 years
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I just realized this, but we never found out what happened to Rodimus prior to getting enrolled in the Autobot Academy after the events of Autocracy.
Because I feel like a lot of people forget Hot Rod of "your government bleeds us dry and you wonder why we bomb you, why we fight to drive you out of our neighborhoods" Nyon was the leader of an insurgent group in the city actively fighting back against the Autobots. Like there's no way that the people who worked for Zeta allowed him to walk around so freely and without consequences. He was known and actively wanted by the Autobots, Zeta wouldn't have gotten away with sending Orion to die in Nyon if they didn't have a legitimate excuse to have them there.
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"He's exactly the kind of recruit we don't want the Decepticons to have."
This wasn't just Zeta framing it to make Orion focused on arresting Hot Rod, he was legitimately worried and we as the readers know it isn't unfounded. Starscream has tried to recruit Hot Rod before, prior to the events of Autocracy.
In the aftermath, what was done when Optimus assumed leadership of the Autobots and did so with bringing someone in who was wanted, who was supposed to be made an example of?
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orions-rays · 8 months
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“You into Greek myths at all?”
Yeah man…totally…
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enby-rodimus · 5 months
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Going about my day and then I remember when Autocracy implied that the people Optimus & co. arrested back when he was an enforcer working under Zeta were hooked up to the energon tanks and died because of it.
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nova--spark · 25 days
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Please I beg you....... Oplita ramble......
OPLITA DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER
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I LOVE THAT ORION HAD A G I R L F R I E N D
THAT HE HAD A LOVE LIFE, A SWEET AND GENTLE LOVE AND THAT WHEN WAR AND DUTY CAME TO THEM BOTH, THEY B O T H TOOK IT AND WORKED TOGETHER.
I HATE
H A T E HOW MUCH THEY FRIDGED ELITA, SHE HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR SO MANY GREAT SERIES USAGE, LIKE C M O N
LET OPTIMUS HAVE WIFE
LET THEM BE SOFT AND CUTE AND BADASS AND JUST
HGT4EBWROGGWIUHKJFS
i am totally normal about them
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thisworldisrotten · 1 year
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Lawlight playlist essentials
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mahariel-theirin · 2 months
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"You look very pretty tonight, Aoi."
and then he didn't kiss her
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motherfuckingmaneater · 7 months
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has anyone ever taken advantage of Bellatrix or tried?
It’s dark, but just a game. He’s a Black, so what does it matter? He’s worthy of her. That’s what she tells herself as he takes her against the tapestry, the fabric feeling hot against her back. Orion drinks a little too heavily sometimes, he hurts her a little sometimes too — but she’s always liked a little pain. He’s dulling everything he feels, burying his guilt and anger deep inside of Bellatrix, burying loneliness and the loss of his sons and the bitterness of his wife. Still, sometimes his hand stings just a little too much as he tears and rips and demands, enough to take her breath for half a second. It’s okay, she tells herself. He’s a Black. He can have her.
He tastes like fire whiskey and the cigars which pool blue smoke, like their own brand of dark magic the Blacks are infamous for. It doesn’t matter really. Not really. She seeks her own kind of gratification and it’s usually divine, he deserves her. He’s a Black. He likes that she looks like Walburga but younger, that she sounds like her — but that she feels so much better. That’s what he utters in her ear. Orion Black is notoriety and sin just like Bellatrix Black is. He’s a Black. He can have her.
He groans as her nails dig into skin, demanding more of her — thinking he’s the one in control, thinking he’s the one who gets to call the shots. Sometimes, it’s only sometimes that it hurts. She wants it most of the time. He doesn’t hurt her, he wants what’s best for her, he wants to see her rise. He is a powerful wizard and she’s a powerful witch. She’s far more powerful than him and he likes that. He’s a Black. He can have her.
She shivers as jewels touch her bare skin, as he confides more of his rotten soul into her own. No one takes advantage of her. He thinks he has her but she has him. She kisses his temple this time when he’s done, her skin tender and bruised, his spit slick, his fingers tight. She feels the grip of his fingers as they pull her back to his chest, demanding submission. She offers it falsely. She wonders if one day he’ll die fucking her. He utters three words he won’t say to anyone else, I love you. It’s not unusual to hear it from him, he professes his love for her loudly, claiming his adoration for Bellatrix to anyone and everyone. She is his brightest star. So it doesn’t matter. He’s a Black. He can have her.
He sighs as he confesses what he won’t to anyone else. She listens, she’s always been good at that when she tries. She’s a Black witch, they’re the most powerful kind of witch there is. She spells silently, draining devotion from him, turning his mind to her, urging his will to change to her. One day he says it to her and she tips her head a little, impassive. You should be my heir. She tells him he can do it if he wants, that it’s all his, that there’s no one in the world who can tell him what he can and can’t do. He likes that. He takes her again and her spells hasten their hold. He is devoted. He’s a Black. He can have her.
The night he signs his will and heirship over to her she’s clutching at the headboard when he makes her come. This time it didn’t hurt. She has her legs wrapped tight around him, her teeth at his throat, her nails in his skin. His heart stops in his chest and she stares at the ceiling as she feels him slump against the bed, his last breath gone with an utter of her name half in bliss half in sudden confusion, 'Bella'. She does nothing. She lies in delirious bliss of her climax and she lets her lips part as she sighs. He tried to take advantage of her. She didn’t let him. She’s a Black — and she got what she wanted. 
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versxtileboys · 5 months
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muse: orion for: tops (specifically younger tops) plot: orion's a big, well-connected ceo and with that comes the privilege of his own penthouse oiffce. whilst most other moguls might use one as a means to show off their power or influence, orion loves nothing more than to have a younger top dominate him or unleash the power bottom within, all overlooking views in the office. there's certainly something about seeing others from the penthouse when they can't see you that makes sex something special. suggested connections: personal assistant, intern, office worker, son, step-son, nephew, younger brother, etc.
if you asked orion, there was no better place in the world than being on all fours on his desk, thick, huge ass in the air and the subject of either relentless pounding or being smothered into by a younger man's face. in his glass penthouse office where he could see out but nobody could see in, being so naked and lustful was something that led to otherworldly orgasms. it transcended being a carnal desire and was something of a basic need and the younger man was always the ceo's first choice.
orion was never anything but needy, pushing back against the expert tongue until the man's face was buried between his globular cheeks, huge, thick muscle smothering against him. "that's it, just like that," orion grunted between moans, bouncing against the tongue as if his life depended on it. "get me nice and wet for your cock." he smirked as he glanced behind him, admiring the view. "gonna fuck me nice and good, got it? if i'm able to walk by the end of it then we go again."
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