|| 🍍• I’m probably not the first to say it, but imma gonna say it anyway…
…we were robbed with the Orion Pax arc in Transformers: Prime.
The fact that the 3 episodes supposedly spanned over a time period of months, is crazy.
Did Megatron make a conscious effort to actually “catch-up” with Orion when he said there’d be “plenty of time” for it?
If they did, what did they talk about? Was it awkward and short? Was it lighthearted and whimsical? Did it bizarrely feel as though the war had never been? Did Megatron lose himself in the illusion of a former friend?
If they didn’t, did Orion attempt to pursue a catch-up with the former gladiator, himself?
Did Orion forget to call Megatron his name, instead uttering Megatronus? How did the tyrant react to this? Was he insulted? Did he not mind in the privacy of their off-shifts?
What had been Orion’s final memory?
Did Orion ever inquire about Alpha Trion?
What did Orion get up to on his off-shift hours aboard the warship?
Did he have his rations in the company of others, or did Orion eat alone? Did he eat with Megatron?
Did Orion ever ask to venture to the Earth’s surface to see its beauty up close? Did Megatron go with him if permitted and show him?
Did Orion, inquisitive as ever, inquire why everyone looked so different - why Soundwave appeared so thin, why he, himself, felt so heavy, why Megatron seemed so distant and cold and angry?
What were his other interactions with Knock Out like, if there were any? Did he and Breakdown steer clear of him like the others? Or did Breakdown’s un-Decepticon and odd consideration for others spread and extend itself to the timid clerk with ease? Would Knock Out follow suit given his coy interest in the mech Orion became, or because of his partner’s kinder spark? Did Knock Out ever offer Orion a cool new paint touch-up?
What had Megatron worried Starscream would do or say to Orion when the warlord said “he did not…do or say anything troubling to you?” …despite the obvious, obviously. Why was Megatron so determined to live a lie?
Did Soundwave privately raise his concerns of allowing the amnesiac Prime so close to Megatron again, to the Decepticon leader himself? How would Megatron have reacted to it?
Did any of the rest of the crew hint at their concerns of having an amnesiac Prime aboard?
What unfolded after Orion slipped away?
What were Megatron’s real intentions of having Orion on board if Soundwave was capable enough to do the same thing?
Did Megatron think Orion, if provided another chance, would still want to be beside him after everything he’d done? Is that why the mistruths he told were so elaborate that he ended up getting caught in them and when Orion stirred to see their error, Megatron resorted to violence knowing that he could not save his fantasy???
…you know…just a few thoughts really :)
Ideas/headcanons ®️of @legitconcrusher
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Wrong (ACOWAR Ch. 63 in Azriel’s Perspective)
After reading this post by @offtorivendell I was inspired by all of the connections and parallels she made to write this section in Azriel’s POV.
*Dialogue comes directly from ACOWAR.
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The shadows woke him, with frantic whispers carried on the wind itself as Azriel started with a gasp, a hand clutched to his chest as he sat upright. The other hand landed on Truthteller, strapped to his bare thigh.
He dressed as quickly as he could, throwing on what he had worn the night before as he struggled to orient himself among the chaos of the shadows, the rush of air in his ears that nearly deafened him with its wrongness.
Something was wrong, wrong, wrong.
He stepped into a shadow, stumbling forward as he directed himself to the center of camp and his HIgh Lord and Lady’s tent.
Even as he did so, he felt something tugging him in another direction. A pull in his chest, a dull ache that had him looking in another direction even as the world around him shifted, descending into darkness as he moved.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Even if he couldn’t put a finger on it. Even if it felt like a weight had been shackled to his ankle, one still turned due north.
His stomach churned, bile rising in his throat as he struggled to remain oriented.
The rest of them were gathered already when he appeared in the center of camp.
“What is that,” he hissed.
Feyre knitted her brows, then raised them. ‘You can hear it?”
Rhys turned to him, observing quietly. Azriel let his mental shields slide down, a solid wall of darkness that had never been difficult for him to raise.
Azriel shook his head, even as he strained his ears, begging the shadows swirling around him to pinpoint what it was exactly that called to him, that begged for him to listen.
“No-but the shadows, the wind… They recoil.”
His skin crawled, as the wisps of darkness slid over him, covering him as the wind settled. They did not relent, only seeming to grow more agitated as a new feeling of unease settled in his bones, in the space between his ribs. This feeling even more difficult to quell than the wrongness that had come before it.
He tried to speak, his tongue a heavy thing in his mouth as his hand shook - covering the handle of Truthteller still strapped to his thigh.
Mor remained silent, dark eyes flitting to the small movement of his scarred flesh tremoring over the fabled blade.
“I think it’s leaving,” Feyre whispered.
Cassian appeared a moment later, a hand pressed to his chest, Mor directly behind him.
Amren loosed a sigh, said something about the Cauldron wanting to take a look at them. Varian inquired how it was that Nesta, Feyre and Amren could all hear its siren song.
Because they were Made.
Made, as she was.
Blood roared in Azriel’s ears. The ache in his chest had grown to an insurmountable level, the beat of his heart drumming at an unthinkable rate. Panic a stuttering thing that had his shadows pulling in tighter to him, near cloaking him in their darkness as they urged him to do something, say something.
And he knew, before he spoke her name. Knew that with the wrongness that had left the camp, it had taken her with it.
“What about Elain?” he heard himself murmur. His shadows finally acquiesced, to a deathly stillness.
The group went quiet, as Azriel felt the last bit of air leave his lungs.
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STARS ALIGN!
♡ XIAO × READER (× KAZUHA?) ♡
SYNOPSIS: You don't know how, and you certainly don't know why, but somehow your once-beloved boyfriend, Kuni, broke up with you about a week after high school graduation. After leaving and ghosting you out of nowhere, you decide that you need to move on, and you let your friend, Kazuha, move in with you. While he's definitely a dating candidate, you start college and, by fate, a boy named Xiao sits next to you in the lecture hall...
WARNINGS: Heavy swearing, some fighting, sexy men
CHAPTER: Prologue
NEXT CHAPTER: Ch.1
“What?”
You dropped the glass cup from your hands.
“You heard me.” Kuni scoffed, arms crossed and eyes rolling. “I've had it with you. I'm done. We're done.”
“But— But why? What did I do? Is there something—”
“No.” He cut you off like he meant it. And judging by his demeanor? He really fucking meant it.
“There's nothing to discuss. There's nothing to negotiate.” Kuni leans in close, “We're well fucking over, got it? I don't give two shits if you cry to your friends about me because in my happy little world— without you— we never happened. And never will. Ever again.”
Kuni pushed you away, grabbing his things and his suitcases. He stopped at the door and turned around to look at your tearful face.
“Bye, crumby little shit.”
And the door slammed shut. Even when sobbing, you could hear a car skid to the front of the house, as well as Kuni's suitcases rolling against the pavement. A few car doors open and close, and the car skids away.
And that was the end of it.
What did you even do wrong?
“Wh— Who are you calling a fucking crumby little shit?” You sob, slamming your palms on the kitchen counter.
“What the fuck did... What did I do wrong?” Dirty dishes are suddenly shattered and pieces of ceramic scramble across the floor. A vase with yours and Kuni's one-year anniversary bouquet suddenly crashes and shatters on the floor. You rip the flowers apart and throw them across the room.
What the fuck—
—did you do wrong?
— – -
It's been a good two months since the breakup, and you've been doing better. You've been hanging out with your friend groups more often, and they've been there to cheer you up. Actually, you even let Kazuha move in with you, and after getting that plan straight, you trashed everything that reminded you of Kuni.
Still. Your ex-two-year anniversary will happen a week from now, and you're really not excited. You're curious, though. Why did he even break up with you in the first place? You weren't an asshole, nor were you violent. You and Kuni were a good pair, so why did he leave you like that?
“Y/N?” Kazuha tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “You're spacing out again. Are you okay?”
Snapping out of it, you look at Kazuha with a forced smile. “I'm pretty okay. Actually, thinking about it now, getting rid of Kuni's belongings really helped. I just need to use a different air freshener.”
“Ah, that actually reminds me, I did buy us an air freshener. I picked out something that reminded me of you, so it's on the sweeter side, if you don't mind.”
Kazuha smiles back at you with the air freshener in hand, and you're pretty much speechless.
“Aw, Kazuha! You think I'm sweet?”
“Of course. Now, let's continue moving and building the essentials. I'd rather not sleep on a futon again.”
“Right, let's get on with this.”
You come in and out of the house, unloading the final pieces of furniture from the car. You watch Kazuha swiftly piece the new furniture together one-by-one, and his whole room has all of his belongings organized, even without the furniture being finished.
You stare in awe as Kazuha completes his rocking chair like it was just some small, easy puzzle that just about any baby could solve.
“You're literally such boyfriend material.”
Kazuha stops in his tracks.
“What?”
“Huh? What happened?”
“You... Ah, nothing. I thought you said something. A– Anyways, I'm nearly done. I'll just need the closet.”
“Oh, I have the box and the pieces in it. Let me get it for you!”
You leave Kazuha in the room in shock. He thought you were still into Kuni... Did you actually mean those words? Is he really a potential rebound option for you?
Do you really like him back?
Whatever the case may be, he doesn't want to risk rejection. Not yet, especially when he's just moved in.
“I've got it! Here you go.” You hand Kazuha the parts for the closet. “I hope this is better than your old one. IDEA has some really good furniture.”
“It is, I'm really happy to have a functional room.” Kazuha opens the box up and begins his work on the closet. You lean on the doorframe quietly, watching him work his magic.
It's amazing how times changed. With Kuni around, you rarely ever got to go out alone. He always needed you near, and so you eventually were fired from your job at moonbucks. You had to distance yourself from friends that he didn't get along well with or didn't know of. Kuni was very clingy and just as toxic.
A thought pops into your mind. You smile.
Maybe I'm better off without him.
Why did you even stay with him in the first place?
“So, Y/N. I've been thinking,” Kazuha interrupts your thoughts, “should I start paying the rent? You're jobless, thanks to... Anyways, my family fortunes and my jobs can give us enough for rent, food, and other things.”
“Shit, I should get a job now that Kuni can't control me.”
“Issue is, college starts for both of us, no? Three days from now.”
“Shit! Shit shit shit, you're right. There is a café nearby that I could try going to. Pays above minimum wage, and it's pretty popular, given the only other café nearby is absolute dogwater.”
Kazuha gives you a look.
“...Sorry. I know your friend worked there. But! Ever since he moved away, the place has gotten shittier and shittier. Most of the employees quit, anyway! Ah, whatever, it's okay. I'll look into getting a job at Starry Night.”
— – -
“See you at lunch?” You smile at Kazuha.
“Of course. See you at lunch.” Kazuha smiles back and walks into the building. You watch the doors shut, and you start going towards your destination. You've got about fifteen minutes to get across the campus, and luckily, your class is about five minutes away.
You look around. The day is bright, the sun shines down on the campus, and there are people everywhere. You glance over at everyone nearby, and while you're nervous, you're absolutely ready for this year without a toxic boyfriend.
“Woww Y/N, you got a glow-up!” Hu Tao chimes in, hopping in to give you a hug. “I haven't seen you all summer! How've you been? Why didn't you text me?”
“How's Kuni?” She adds.
“Oh, he's the reason why I haven't texted all summer. His ass broke up with me, and honestly? His loss, my gain. I mean, no more boyfriend air, right?”
“Wow, he really is a dick! Well, just remember that my grandfather runs a funeral home, and if you need to call in for a cremation, I'll give you a discount! Anyway, my class isn't this one, so I'll set you free. Later, friend!”
And within a heartbeat, she runs off to the next friend she spots. You sigh with a smile, entering the building to attend your classes. The actual room was bigger than your average high school classroom, but it was smaller than a gymnasium. A good amount of the seats were full, but there were a few rows left almost completely empty. You sat down in a randomly chosen row, and nobody really sat near you. Besides, you might as well introduce yourself later.
“Can I sit here?” Someone beside you mumbles. You look to see who it is, and it's...
It's a cutie.
“Yes. Absolutely, yes.” You blurt out, coughing in embarrassment. To make matters worse, the boy gives you a confused side-eye but sits down regardless. In this row, there's only you and this mystery boy. A silence settles between you two, even with the slight bustle of the lecture hall, and you just can't help your near deathly curiosity. Who would pass up an opportunity like this, anyway?
You turn to the boy with a small, welcoming smile, and an offer to shake hands.
“By the way, I'm Y/N. What's your name?”
He turns to look at you, removing the airpod that faced towards you. He denies the handshake and responds,
“Xiao.”
CHAPTER 1 ESTIMATE: Sunday, January 21st|ET
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