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Changing the Story for Once Part 1 of Chapter 1
This is a royalty/isakai au I made a while back. I was inspired by the story called "Action" by Let's try some writing and a story called " Optimus Prime is destined to die" by Chuzillla.
And I decided, huh, you know what, why not? I have also posted this in Ao3 but this one is the revise version, I'm revising the story ever so slowly.
And I really wanna share it here but I was debating of it's a good idea you know.
Anyway,here's the summary; Orion Pax is a university student who ended up in one of his all time favorite novel. He has no idea how he ended up here, chaos ensues.
English is not my first language, so it's a mess.
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Admist the glow of flickering screens and scattered datapads, Orion Pax was but an interesting figure, lost in the labyrinth of his own solitude. He was your typical university student who's faceplate is always buried in datapads after datapads, all day long. The epitome of a university hermit. His family tree resembled a barren wasteland, and his social life? Well, let's just say it made a hermit crab look like a party animal.
He didn't have anyone aside for himself, he grew up with no sire nor carrier and he was just alone in life. He took odd jobs here and there to help him live and see another cycle. With no sire nor carrier to guide him, he wandered the corridors of life all by himself.
Despite such depressing situation, he always find solace on the novels he has accumulated throughout the years— one of which was his all time favorite, it was a story lace with tragedy of a fallen ruler who governed his kingdom with an iron fist, who used to carry the same name as he currently bore— a cruel irony he often found comfort in. He loved the story despite it's tragic and bittersweet end. It was the very first novel he had brought when his first paycheck arrived after grueling hours of being in one of his very odd jobs —the kind that left you questioning your life choices.
Extra credits is extra credits, he cant say no to that.
The novel was called “For Once” and it was a very underrated masterpiece. One which Orion would talk about whenever he gets the chance, which he normally doesn’t so he opted to simply reread the darn thing over and over again to a point where he semi-memorize the entire plot. He had been reading it before he went into recharge, to try and distract him from the thesis paper he needed to write. The story was dark to say the least, but Orion was fascinated and again, it was the very first novel he had brought with his first paycheck.
He had joke to himself, about how his namesake was a terrifying mech, even slightly wished to have his confidence to avoid that glitched-arf mech that keeps tripping him down the mess hall. But then again, Orion Pax has a lot of problems that are far more important than that, not only he has a very barren social life but his student debt was astronomical.
He had already calculated it— at the rate he is going, his great-great-grandchildren might still be paying off his tuition fee— Primus, he really fragging hates the Iacon Academy, it’s a good academy, don’t get him wrong but damn it— it’s filled with assholes. Another problem he has is his alarm clock being broken, and nothing else screamed ‘university life’ like missing your 8:30 lecture on the west hall because the universe seems to just hate you so much.
But fate, seem to have a twisted sense of humor.
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Orion Pax awoke, blinking groggily, he rubbed his optics, half-expecting to find himself back in his cramped dorm room, tangled in his recharge cables with datapads scattered across the floor, and energon caffeine cans across his table from the nights he spend cramming for one impossible test. But as he looked around, he realized that this was in fact not his dorm— he was in a lavish chamber, surrounded by opulent furnishings.
This wasn’t his very tiny space filled with his own mess— no, this place was…..way to fragging shinny. The walls were polished and they glistened under the lunars light.
“This isn’t my dorm…..” Orion grumbled, rubbing his optics while yawning. He’s hoping that this is just another study-induced nightmare that he seems to get once every cycle. He sighs and sketches the mingling ache in his frame— he stands up and walked to the mirror, expecting to see his humble blue-and-red-slightly slender armored frame. What he saw was far from humble. He’s colors are still there, albeit less brighter than usual, he was decked out in a massive, bulky armor, which seems to have been polished.
His chestplate alone looked like it could stop a whole ass armada—Primus, it probably had . And his servos? They look like they could crash a datapad in one squeeze! (Not that he hasn’t done it before, accidentally…while studying..but still!).
This is not his body. “Primus…..By Primus fragging servo that slapped Unicron, what am I wearing!??” he yelped, backing away from the mirror like it had burned him. And by the matriarchs servos, why does his voice sound like that?! He stared at the reflection, his optics widening as the reflection glared back.
What he was seeing wasn’t Orion Slagging Pax staring back at him. It was Optimus Slagging Prime….
“Oh no….oh no no no no no no! This—This cannot be happening! I’m-I’m dreaming! Oh Primus, please let this be a whole dream!!” His once semi-slender frame is now bulked with power and authority. It screams control and domination compare to his other one—which if you altered it to the side, he could be considered a femme by a very drunken mech!
And he had been considered as a femme once by a drunken mech!
Panic immediately seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief as he backed away, stumbling to the berth he layed. Orion Pax is known to be very calm and can work well being under pressure, he had done it several times!
But at that current moment— he momentarily lost this capability. With a barely functioning processor, he covers his mouth with his servo—
And screamed.
A very panic yet muffled scream.
Tried to do doodle for my favorite Transformers artist giggles🧍♂️
@maxicaiman
^ ^
He make cool epic arts for transformers!!! Explodes...
Heloo.. I decided to draw my kin characters (^ ^*)/ ♥️ the sillies
Another Swindle art :D I tried using a little different shading, though for now I'm keeping with this one (OᴗO✿)
Used Ibis Paint on mobile
I feel like I don't lose motivation that quickly when I draw on phone 😭
Uh oh, I forgot his hands were purple,, 😢
Guess who turned these fuckers into keychains 🕺✨ (hint: its me)
Pov: You used ibis paint & your finger during your break at work to make this
So many wips so little time 😔
[In order]
1 & 2. Tfa Blitzwing
3. Tfa BlitzBee Meme
4. G1 Blitzwing
5. RID 2015 Bumblebee
6 & 7. Rodimus
8. Tfp Knockout
Random our #1 lesbian enthusiast 🧡🤍🩷 & a WIP of my wife
(Srry for being gone life has been crazy so i might give a life update)
Normal Blurr < Compact Block Blurr 🫶
Sorry for being dead god decided to give me Covid again for the second time 😎. All I have to offer is the doodle of Blitzwing I did a few days ago
Don’t worry I’m still on my blitzbee bullshit 💃✨(and yes hello I enjoy adult humor)
The way that shockblurr has a chokehold on me is astounding (i need to practice drawing blurr more cuz my god-)
I’ve been in a shockwave kick ever since getting knee surgery (again) on my left leg so yeah 😀
WIP I gave up on of my interpretation of humanformer fem Blitzwing (I want her so bad 🧍♀️)
Doodles I did at work of my beloveds 💜💛
BlitzBee meme for today’s doodle warm up👍
First time on Cybertron
2nd most dysfunctional family on Cybertron
Og pic:
Moments before disaster
A prequel to a previous post
Part 1 here:
How did this happen? Idk I’m also trying to find that out
“Aber liebst du mich nicht?”
the little Triple Changer asked, looking up to the bearer of the death mask, only watching down to him with apathy in the moment. He didn’t hate him, he didn’t love him, he only used him. How pitiful.
cw : blood, robot gore (badly), implied abuse.
”Heart made out of clay and you’ve been molding me.”
“THE WOLF”
Transformers : Stranded ShockWave and Blurr animatic (inspired by this tiktok
Transformers : Stranded lore : The Quintessons!
Ah, the Quintessons! Creators of the Transformers, cowardly traders of the universe, conquers of many worlds, and the users of the outcasted Transformers! (until the triple-changers rebelled and killed nearly every last member of their species.)
(It’s a long read under this one)
Now, let me go out of my way to say this…DO NOT SYMPATHIZE WITH THESE GUYS! NEVER EVER! ESPECIALLY IN THIS UNIVERSE!!
These guys have done many horrible things despite their cowardice, and if I catch any of you being “aw the skrunkly!” I will block you. /hj
And another note, these facts are going to be a mix of several continuites, so if it sounds familiar in some ways, that’s why.
And now, the facts!
The main leader (and still leader to modern times) is Summus [sue-muss]. He’s the oldest one (as leader and still alive), being about 32 Million years old, having been leader since before the Transformers initially rebelled, though not being alive when they were created.
When Sentinel Prime was in power, he made a deal with the Quntessions that he would send their useless workers to be their workers instead, even using their technology to block their functions to be mindless zombies for them. AND to add to that, Sentinel Prime one day was informed that a new class of transformers were being held in a lab by the rebels, and he told them to send them to the Quintessons, not even giving it a slight second glance, which would eventually be their downfall.
The Triple Changers (Octane, AstroTrain, BlitzWing, BroadSide, SandStorm, and Springer), because of their special nature to be great soliders [which Sentiel Prime WOULD HAVE FOUND OUT IF HE WASN’T SITTING ON HIS AFT ALL DAY], their odd completion that comes with having three alt-modes meant that the mind-controlling tech the Quintessons used wouldn’t affect them, but they played along as if they were to find a way out, meeting up in secret. (they only knew BlitzWing wasn’t affected at the time, because he was the quickest to break down and become what we know him as today) But, the tech does still disarm their weapons.
Quintessons are ‘born’ from red giant stars. They have technology that can predict when a nearby star will explode (goes from Red Giant to White Dwarf), so they send out a ship that puts unborn shells into the star, and once the star explodes, they’re shot all over the place and either colonize the planet/world they land on, or make their way to their home planet, Quintessa.
The power of roles in the Quintesson society are (from greatest to worst), Judges, Prosecutor, Scientist, Executioner, and Bailiff. Typically, Judges will rule their society, and tend to live the longest out of them all; But, each judge still has a latter to climb, as nobody will pass Summus until he dies. The most common Quintessons are Executioners, used mostly as soldiers and body guards for the judges.
Quintessons originally made the Transformers to be slaves and create more energon, but once Primus led a rebellion, they were banished, and a forcefield he made kept the Quinessons out for good, and even as Energon freely flowed on their planet, the Quintessons could never get to it, or would be incinerated trying.
They have a game similar to Zuma, both a in-person version as a sport, and an online version that’s basically their version of solitare.
The Seeker is still alive, but his whereabouts are unknown. Nobody has gone to find him.
They have a council of judges (5 others, but 6 with Summus) that sometimes reside over trials, but not always, to keep Summus in check and not to overuse his power as their leader. This council also has a habit of switching around servants, and they all treat their servants very differently.