𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼

tfp orion pax inspo/rp blog written by storm sideblog to darkchestoftales

[luminantreverie]

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[kaoniitegladiator]

After cycles and cycles of broadcasting his message, Megatronus had been forced to admit that merely hearing his words was not the issue. They were available on numerous channels, made as accessible as they could be. Rather, listening to them was the greatest barrier. Few wanted their own ignorance laid bare to them, and certainly not by someone like himself.

He inclines his head slightly, pleased to hear Orion's offer.

“Few of the upper echelons would deign to listen to what I have to say as it currently stands. Perhaps if it comes through you, they might be more inclined to hear it.”

[luminantreverie]

A smile appears on Orion's faceplate and a hopeful note ripples through his field; it feels good to have his offer accepted. Making contact with the famous gladiator is easily the most daring thing he's ever done. Prior to hearing his words, he would never have believed a simple archivist could make a difference in the world. Now he's tentatively grasping at the aura of empowerment Megatronus exudes within his speeches.

“If I could be moved by your words, I believe others will be as well.” Orion himself has been fortunate enough to have some predisposition towards listening thanks to a few friends of his—Ratchet in particular has made many complaints about the unjust nature of the medical system—but Megatronus's phrasing sparks yet another idea.

“Yes, perhaps—as someone closer in station to most of the average—— ah, median residents, I may be able to act as a bridge and help them to relate to what you say.”

[tryppi]

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Anais Nin

[the-enchanted-little-star]

[nanostims]

✨💙✨

| lililettering on ig   

[lyricalmusingstuff]

TAKE ME into your loving arms.               KISS ME under the light of a thousand stars.

[zephyruslights]

rises from the dead to drop a piece i started in 2021

[the-wolf-and-moon]

M45, Pleiades

[luminantreverie]

@kaoniitegladiator sent ✧ baldur's gate sentence starters:

“Ignorance is alive and well it seems.”

"Indeed, that is... rather true, unfortunately." Orion's field wavers for a moment, as he's acutely aware he's been no exception. But then he reaffirms his determination; he won't get anywhere if he falls to a fragile ego.

"I am hoping to remedy that, at least for myself... and perhaps I can help to spread awareness back in Iacon."

[barbgordon]

* A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCE STARTERS ( PART I )

a collection of starters from george r. r. martin’s series of epic fantasy novels. feel free to change any pronouns / wording ! 

❝  my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.  ❞ ❝  fear cuts deeper than swords.  ❞ ❝  some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.  ❞ ❝  all men must die, but we are not men.  ❞ ❝  i’m sorry that I never trusted you. i don’t know how to do that anymore.  ❞ ❝  why ask for truth, if you close your ears to it ?  ❞ ❝  death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.  ❞ ❝  once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.  ❞ ❝  everyone must die, but first we must live.  ❞ ❝  we look up at the same stars and see such different things.  ❞ ❝  if i look back, i am lost.  ❞ ❝  a day will come when you think yourself safe and happy. ❞ ❝  suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth.  ❞ ❝  the brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.  ❞ ❝  there’s no shame in fear, what matters is how we face it.  ❞ ❝  the things i do for love.  ❞ ❝  you know nothing, NAME.  ❞ ❝  i know nothing, NAME. and perhaps i never will.  ❞ ❝  those are brave men… lets go kill them.  ❞ ❝  there is no one like me. there’s only me.  ❞ ❝  you were made to be kissed, often and well.  ❞ ❝  i prefer my history dead.  ❞ ❝  you’re mine. mine, as i’m yours.  ❞ ❝  a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.  ❞ ❝  those who hurry through life hurry to their grave.  ❞ ❝  you must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.  ❞

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART SIX

leave us in peace and we shall leave you in kind.

cut the crap.

we just want to go home.

enough of this charade.

i'll not play pretend anymore.

you'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage.

i'm free now, and i'm never going back.

fuck them.

felt good letting off a little steam.

if i burn any hotter, i might explode.

don't get too close until i've found a way to calm down.

it's a bit early to be getting into tragic backstories.

let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy.

in the grand scheme of things, i'm inconsequential [to her].

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

it had the makings of a good stage show, but i did not want to be one of the players.

torture, bloodsport? or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?

you owe me nothing.

i could extort you, if that's what you want.

you're teasing me now.

ignorance is alive and well it seems.

don't make me get the wooden spoon.

you'd best have one hells of an apology for me.

if you think your precious little god holds any power here, you're in for a surprise.

do you treat all your guests so poorly?

i don't like busybodies.

you are as thick as they come.

are you telling me you made love to a goddess?

i shared a bed with a goddess and yet i wasn't satisfied.

shall i share the story behind it or would you rather head straight to its sordid finale?

how are you still alive?

we've come this far together and we'll continue on together.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i'll rip your spine out of your asshole.

i'll use your blood to spice my stew.

i'll keep you alive until i've sucked the marrow from your bones.

killing me is a waste of time.

you bastard, you ruined everything.

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

a slap is all you deserve.

a hag was never going to help you.

they don't help anyone but themselves.

that double-crossing, filthy, lying hag.

focus on the positive.

forgive the aroma.

perhaps that is why i have survived so long where more fearsome peers have not.

your loyalty is admirable but misplaced.

his kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.

who'd keep a secret like that from his friends?

you can't trust anyone these days.

even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me.

why do you insist on exhuming the past?

people think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake.

they're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.

i am what i must be, says what i must be.

how does it feel to be a devil?

i can't tell if you're being silly or serious.

you have to admire the man's ambition.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

you kept me by your side despite the menace i am.

i learned quick how to stay alive.

to feel invincible again.

this isn't where i thought i'd end up.

maybe when this is all done, you can show me where you came from.

i'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but..

i'm already blessed to have you at my side.

don't you cut a fine figure.

i am not some lower city coinlad offering you a tumble.

there is nothing so depressing as learning one's true value.

i could use someone with your skills.

they're ravenous predators with fangs like daggers.

it's hardly an irrational fear to harbor.

you've been decent to me, so far.

everyone's got their own fears.

maybe that's what i like about you.

all of this was for nothing.

if you're here to help, get to the fight quickly.

gods, i thought you were one of those beasts.

i'm not chasing after it, if that's what you're thinking.

the little beast's charming once you get accustomed to the smell of rotting flesh.

[autobotmedic]

no no, not the box

@darkchestoftales sent:

📦

He should have known something was suspicious. He should have known. And now, his poor friend has been shoved by his own form into this limited storage space with him, effectively trapping them both. When Ratchet gets his hands on the pranksters later- ohoho they will regret it and get an audial full!

His frame is tense, and his field is both agitated and apologetic, but he tries to remain calm. He also tries to counter the feeling of being cramped by adjusting until his hands are on Orion's waist in a loose hug. It is perfectly logical to make themselves smaller in an effort to create space around them, and they exchange closeness normally, so surely it will be fine...

"I'm sorry... Some do not have respectful humor." And some do not particularly like him. How does he fix this? He can take out the door- no, then he would have to fix it, too... "Mmh... I will message Airfoil."

[luminantreverie]

Orion's field spokes with startled—and flustered—warmth as Ratchet's sturdy form suddenly presses against his back, all but pinning him to the wall of the closet he was searching through. His processor is somewhere between 'What?' and 'Oh Primus' when his friend's agitation washes over him.

Oh... oh dear.

"Ah... I hope that they are available." He smiles weakly, returning the hug and doing his best to emanate a soothing, calming field. He is not as good at manipulating it as Ratchet usually is, but the pleasant feeling of being close to him provides some natural assistance. Were he not empathetically stressed for Ratchet's sake, he would likely be a little too pleased.

[luminantreverie]

  ✧ RP & aesthetic blog for TFP Orion Pax   ✧ follows via @darkchestoftales   ✧ low activity & selective   ✧ about ✧ rules ✧     

[quotemadness]

Try a little harder to be a little better.

Unknown 

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Alpha Librae, Binary Star

[luminantreverie]

Profile

Designation: Orion Pax  Alt mode: Small transport vehicle Plating: Red, blue, and silver Optics: Cyan Height: 7.3m Attitudinal Psyche: LEVF Enneageam: 9w1

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Personality

Orion is kind, curious, intelligent, and empathetic. He enjoys learning and sharing his knowledge, and tends to hold idealistic outlooks for the future. He tries his best to take differing perspectives into account, placing himself in the shoes of others in order to better understand (and in some cases defend) them. He also believes in the potential for goodness in everyone, though his arguments and pacifism may sometimes appear self-righteous.

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Background / Verses

Youth

Orion spends his early cycles in a newspark care facility on the outskirts of Iacon, where he and his forgemates are looked after, supported, and educated by a team of caretakers. Affectionately nicknamed "Little Dreamer" by one who is particularly fond of him, Orion takes his time in choosing a designation of his own, exploring poetry and ancient literature for inspiration. He is not sure why a mysterious figure called Alpha Trion takes interest in him, nor is he fully aware of the role this mech has taken in securing him a decent future. Not every newspark is allowed the luxury of education, and Orion could easily have been among those spirited away to perform manual labor, had he not been shown favoritism by someone with such status. Alpha Trion's presence in his life continues to increase as the ancient mech shifts from observation and occasional interference to direct mentorship, and Orion soaks up his knowledge with eagerness.

Main - Prewar

After Orion has completed his education, he takes up a job under his mentor in the Iacon Hall of Records. The work is rather less scholarly than he had hoped; he is little more than a glorified CPU chip in the great machine that is Cybertron's datanet, and the mental load sometimes leaves him too exhausted to function. Still, it is a stable job and allows him a life of modest comfort. A small single-room apartment outside the central zone leaves a fair percentage of his paycheck free for him to save—and later to donate to worthy charities he discovers over the vorns. He is very much a nerd and a bookworm, often perusing the archives when he is not working behind their data consoles. He enjoys both fiction and nonfiction, with particular interest in the history and mythology of ancient Cybertron, as well as poetry. Orion also writes, though the content he's published within the archive is limited to research and translations of a few very niche topics. Aside from academics and literature, he spends time relaxing on walks and drives both within and outside the borders of the city, where he will sit and watch the stars during the dark season. He also frequents out-of-the-way energon cafés, and occasionally visits museums—with the aid of a research permit granted to him by Alpha Trion in consideration of his mid-caste limitations. He spends most of his life oblivious to the corruption that runs latent beneath the surface of Cybertronian society, having grown up lacking any frame of reference for comparison. Eventually though, as it begins to grow and its consequences to slip through the cracks, Orion takes notice. However, though it disturbs him, he does not know if there is anything within his power he could do to help.  As with anything that catches his attention or interest, he turns to research. He reads all he can find about the guilds and class system, but most is simply details of law and statistics, and a disturbing number of accounts seem to imply approval of the inequality within. With no solution to be found, the issue simply sits in the back of his processor for long time, seeming to get worse rather than better as time goes on. It's only when he happens across the writings of a certain gladiator that he gains a point of focus. Inspired by that rallying cry, he studies all he can about this ‘Megatronus’, and, eventually, is determined to meet him…

Early Primehood

Megatron has betrayed him, and Cybertron is teetering on outbreaks of violence. Though Orion did not want the position of Prime—he has never seen himself as a leader, and would have been content to advise from outside the spotlight—he realizes that someone needs to take that guiding position and stand for what had once been a shared cause without resorting to violent and destructive acts. So he puts his preference for a quieter life aside… and accepts the designation of “Optimus Prime”. Now he has to fumble his way through politics amidst rising tensions, doing his best to diffuse conflicts before they can escalate.  Unfortunately his efforts fall short. Politics become war, and though the former archivist tries his best, making the difficult decisions that come with war often is too much for him. He does not want to kill wherever he can possibly avoid it, does not want to sacrifice soldiers or risk civilians. Autobot resources end up spread too thin, and his empathic nature wants to mourn every death, no matter the affiliation of the lost life. With the weight of a dying planet collapsing on him, he plants his moral senses firmly to hold himself up, and internalizes all that he can to maintain a strong front for those who depend upon him. It is only when all seems lost, and in desperation he visits the core of Cybertron itself for insight on how to stop the decay taking hold, that certain relic is granted to him, and his shaky efforts to hold himself together are steadied with the combined reinforcement of his once-siblings and a fragment of Primus himself. And from there, his story is continued on @atlas-ordained.

Amnesia

Sealing Unicron into slumber requires Optimus Prime to release the energy contained within the Matrix of Leadership. Though this action does not kill him, as he'd feared might be a possibility, losing the relic so abruptly causes trauma to his spark. As his processor struggles to cope with the shock, he experiences retrograde amnesia—losing access to his memories of the war and many of the events preceding it. Now the mech—who thinks himself only an archivist once more—feels displaced in every sense of the word. His own frame is as unfamiliar as the organic world that surrounds him, and the strange dream he seems caught in turns to a nightmare when he is presented with the fate of Cybertron. Everything he once knew is gone. The apparent information that his most trusted friend was involved only heightens his state of shock, but he is still determined, as he has always been, to put his own distress to the side and do whatever good he can—no matter whom he is forced to stand against.

Postwar

TBA

Estranged

After the Great War ends, and after Optimus Prime has sacrificed himself into the Well of Allsparks to make way for life once more, his own spark reemerges among the many new ones. He lands in a hot spot near a small neutral settlement, newly forged once again. Just one important thing holds him back from having this fresh start. He had been bonded, in his past life. His death had torn the bond in two, and returning to the world of the living before his sparkmate could join him in the Allspark meant there was no chance for the bond to heal. So from his first conscious moment, he's lived with pain. He has no memories of being bonded, no memories of that love—only an injured spark and a longing for something he cannot explain. The medical science available in the small settlement fails to provide answers; his uniquely dense spark disguises the fact that he is constantly bleeding energy from all but the most advanced of scanners. His state alienates him from most of his carefree young peers, and the chronic physical and emotional ache leaves him easily overstimulated. He finds himself more at ease in the company of veterans of the war, whom he feels a greater kinship with than those his own age. Poetry, music, and literature are comforts as well. He finds himself particularly drawn to works written by those who have lost a sparkmate; they seem to reflect his loneliness better than anything else, but he cannot imagine why…

Thirteenth

Long ago, before the time of modern Cybertronians, Orion’s forgotten name in the now nearly lost Primal Vernacular was Uru-anna. Primus's light. The thirteenth of Primus's original offspring, the build of his frame is like no other—he lacks a face or chest plate as well as most of a typical Cybertronian’s internal structures. Instead the plasma of his spark fills the inside of his frame, the energy dense and strong. Without optics, he cannot see within the visual spectrum, and instead relies upon a sense of electromagnetic waves that he reads through his enormous and powerful field, along with sensors for proximity and air currents. He is capable of speech, with a voicebox hidden inside the back of his neck, but prefers to rely on highly detailed field signals and wordless harmonics as his primary method of communication. His existence is almost conceptual with the simplicity and acceptance with which he goes through life, embodying an unconditional love and peacefulness. Despite this seeming purity and the strength of his spark that is second only to Primus, however, his existence is still technically mortal. He experiences the world and is shaped by his experiences. This is especially true after he faces the task he was assigned with his birth, facing his creator's antithesis. When the Lord of Chaos touched his spark, it accelerated the growth of what might be considered imperfection within him: mortal emotions. He was perhaps less affected than some of his siblings, but when the relationships between some of them fell apart and he saw for the first time the cruelty of betrayal and death, a grief and sense of failure in his role as their mediator took root in him. He had lost ones that he loved. He had to do better, given another chance. He could not fail again. And perhaps, the path he could take was placed before him for a reason. And so he entered the Well of Allsparks that was his sister's parting gift, to be reborn in a fully mortal life without memory of who he had been. This way, he thought, he would be able to better understand the generation that was being born. It was a clean start. Even if he still did sometimes feel a mysterious ache in his unusually dense spark. ** While by default Uru-anna enters the Well of Allsparks and is reborn as Orion Pax, in an AU scenario he may continue to walk Cybertron in his original form. He is capable of mass displacement to reduce his height (21m / 69ft) to something more reasonable to ordinary mortals, and eventually begins to don a visor and false chestplate to better blend in with the society that develops around him. He still lacks the visual capacity of an ordinary mech, even with the visor, and some may find the ease with which he can read any sparks within a wide vicinity to be invasive, but he is nonjudgemental and his presence typically emanates soothing and accepting frequencies.

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AU Verses

Animated

TBA

Transformers One

This Orion Pax has no relation to the other Orion Pax. Working in a different sector of the mines, he has no idea his chosen name is shared by any living mech—until the other Orion wins the Iacon 5000, and overnight he has become the namesake of a celebrity. If they ever meet, he's resolved to ask if the other took inspiration from the same poem he did.

Lost Light

TBA

Fae

TBA

[luminantreverie]

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