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@motashu
Stuff to Checkout
MegOp:
Financial Advisor AU: Fanfic
Idol AU: Fanfic
Tf One AU - Canon Divergence: Fanfic
Night at the Museum AU: Fanfic
Megpax (kinda): Fanfic
SamBucky:
Time Travel (?): Fanfic
Mission gone wrong: Fanfic
Lawyer/No Powers AU: Fanfic
Links in chapters for more Tumblr Content. Enjoy!
Chapter 6: Drive that Funky Soul
Orion you can't drink away the fire in your spark
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 5 - Get Up Offa That Thing
Some developments feel world shifting, others are much more subtle
Orion might be experiencing more of the latter than the former.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Girlhood is when u cant find ur mom so ur sitting around on a beach alone & the waves slowly get quieter & quieter & u sit there so long u start getting hungry & the fish all swim away from u when u try to touch them & the clouds only move when u dont look at them & u still cant find ur damn mom!!
Chapter 21: Backstreets Back
Survival and all that jazz
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hi my sweet peas, its been hard to feel motivation for my longer stories I've been working on due to...you know.
Just wanted to let you all know I'm working on them slowly but surely. I may come out with more one shots in between, but I'm just going to try not to stress myself out over making these self imposed chapter deadlines.
And if you can, please register to vote, and vote this summer/winter in your local elections and midterms.
I'm not religious, but in honor of dearest friends and family, God bless you sweet peas, and take care of yourselves 🥰
There's a new coworker waiting for D-16 when he returns from a temporary reassignment. As someone who rarely takes a vested interest in anyone romantically, he chalks up the strange feelings of intrigue to a new, potential friendship, until through one mishap or another, he lands himself in an unethical situation.
It's not his fault the body pressed against his own is so...soft.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ao3 is down again GUESS WHO OPENED THEIR WORD DOCUMENTS
Fighting demons not to post finished chapters to keep a cushion for editing and restraining my imagination 🥲
I am still alive sweet peas, the next chapters (yes you heard me) are coming hopefully this month or March. The AO3 curse tried to take me out 3 times over the past two weeks, and its corporate review season so you know what that means (terrorizing management for more money).
Love you all for the kudos, comments, fanarts and love, I have not forgotten about you all 🥰🥰🥰
Fanart for @motashu
Bonus:
The coat and scarf d16 gets him.
that fic was weird af. I love it.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69356416/chapters/179830706
OMG THANK YOUUUU AHHHHH!!!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 BETTER TO BE WEIRD THAN NORMAL !!! IM SO HAPPY YOURE ENJOYING IT!!!!!!! XOXOXOXO
Final Chapter - Another Bloody Love Song
They live happily ever after, and nothing bad ever happens to them ever again.
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Have some thirsty ahh fumbletron not at all because I'm projecting how I might've just fumbled a baddie for coming off too strong 🥀
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Leaning back in his chair, digit tapping the seat handle, Megatron interrupts Sentinel while reviewing his insurance policies. “You seem…familiar.”
No Primus whyyyyyyyyy! Please please please no! Politely setting down his datapen, he maintains the strained professional smile. “I apologize, I can’t say the same.”
Megatron hums, tapping his chinplate with his digit, before nodding at Sentinel to continue, who is absolutely fuming baaed on his taut shoulders. The remainder of the meeting goes relatively smoothly; Megatron makes astute observations Orion had included in the report that Sentinel had deleted last minute. Regardless, he’d seems content with their first official meeting and even expresses it.
“I appreciate this immensely. The consolidation of everything, along with the prioritization of next steps. I'm not very good, admittedly, with taking care of my own needs.”
Gratingly loud laughter from his counterpart nearly crumbles his stoicism. “Of course Megatron! It's what we specialize in. Know your needs are taken care of, and you can relax in…where are you headed next?”
“Back to Chaar.” Megatron rumbles.
What Orion would ask next, because he'd actually read through Megatron's life, is if he's going back to the Xaia sea to maybe catch a few local mechafish and use that new grill he'd bought last stellar cycle. Instead, Sentinel says some generic slag. “Of course! Returning home for a nice long relaxing end of your deca-cycle! I'm sure your berth misses you.”
With a weary sigh, Megatron agrees. “And I miss my berth. Traveling private means nothing for these aged struts.”
“You don't look a cycle over five million vorns Megatron! What's your secret?” Sentinel asks, guiding him to the door.
Scoffing, he replies. “Plenty of rest, little stress.” Shaking Sentinels servo to conclude the meeting, he begins to turn.
Orion adds, because he’s a blinkin exhaust port that doesn’t know how to leave well enough alone. “Please, don't forget to look into that list of estate planning attorneys.”
He feels the withering glare from Sentinel, but Megatron turns back to face Orion. “I apologize, how rude of me. I didn’t say goodbye.”
“That’s alright.” He smiles cooly. “You’re a busy mech.”
Shaking his helm, Megatron gives an….oddly…sweet smile. “Nonsense. Unseemly on my part-” taking Orion’s free servo, he kneels, connecting it with his helm for a moment. “To ignore the only mech brave enough to challenge me upon my return to Cybertron. Forgive me, Orion Pax. I’ll remember to do so, and I look forward to our next meeting.” He gazes forward steadfast, full of mirth and a quirk of his derma, before rising with a decisive turn. Upon the door closing, Sentinel yanks the datapad out of his servo and stomps off, yelling, “Halfbelt! Halfbelt!”
Orion is left shocked and horrified, staring at the door Megatron left through with his servo disparagingly hot. The same dominant servo that grips to the point of creaking metal as he ignores the screams of the dummy he battles in his garage. Decisive hack after decisive hack, his swirling processor isn't content with the rainfall of fluff, only seeing amused glowing optics, every twitch of those angular derma, and every microklick they held servos.
He remembers me.
He remembers all of it.
Hack, slash, hack again. Orion twirls the axe, bites his derma, before lunging at the poor dummy again.
Why did he mention it? Is it some…some kind of psychological torture he's playing at? Some kind of…mind game?!
Hello yes I still alive and no, no new bachelorette pad this Christmas unfortunately. The ao3 almost got me this past weekend (left a club 20 minutes before it got shot up wow what a holiday) but I'm still here and ballin 😭
Working through the next chapter, hopefully will be up by next week. Have a sneak peek below! Thank you dearies for your patience. Happy New Year 🎊🎊💓💓
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Dragging him out to the backyard, Orion immediately drops to make snow angels. D-16 stands over him with an easy smile. “You aren’t freezing?”
“I am but I’ll get warm later, come on! When was the last time you did this?”
“I don’t think ever.”
“WHAT!” Without waiting for a response, he swipes his pede out and D-16 falls boredly as if expecting it.
“Ow. Quit making me fall. I’ll have a permanent dent in my aft and helm.” Rolling beside him, Orion ignores the comment.
“Come on, make your angel!”
A loud sigh as if entertaining something he doesn’t care about, but D-16 spreads his legs and arms accordingly, once, twice, three times, before sitting up. Orion follows, and they look at the imprint with a critical optic. “Why does it look weird?”
“I think you need to move your arm with more intention.” Orion mimics his own movement and points to his own angel. “See? Mine is perfect.”
“Obvio, cause you’re an angel.” Another sigh, D-16 lays back down and tries again while Orion bluescreens at the compliment. “Like this?” He waves his arms and legs more aggressively, stirring up snow into piles. Orion snorts behind his servo, and D-16 takes it as incentive to puff his cheekplates and flail faster. By the time he’s done, he’s reached dirt, making the imprint look less like a cute snow angel and more like a bot fell from the sky. Orion howls with laughter, collapsing in the snow as he points at D-16’s confused expression that morphs into giggles. “I did what you told me to! Come on, it's not that bad.”
No posts for this week (or probably the rest of the month) because I am ✨️crazy✨️ and decided to apply for two new leases this morning 😃 let's see if we get a new hoe pad for Christmas.
In the meantime have some baby OP for the new chapter of BNOIDAM:
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Stupid idiots in my drafts again 🙄 🥰
NEW CHAPTER ALERT ⚠️ 📢 ✨️ 🙏 🙌 😌
Chapter 19: Something Old, Something New
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69356416/chapters/197012346
