#Dr. Orion

[climbing-starrs]

orion i luv u

[mollyrosaria]

ANOTHER AU.

Welcome to the Spliced AU!! This time this one is not derivative of DTDF (shocker). I still will not be using “canon” Fuse for this though. This time we get a glimpse at good ol’ Dr. Orion, but not the one who did the heinous crimes in his past.

Hold on actually let me explain/lay out all of the Fuse’s

DTDF Fuse! Aka Fuchsia Orion. A classic. Your lovely murderous god-fused doctor!

Dr. Orion! DTDF Fuse but he stopped being the shittiest person alive and is constantly haunted by what he’s done. If he could do anything to reverse what he’s done, he would.

Swap!Fuse! Dr. Fuse, but his personality is swapped with Moro aka Ice Type Mikey. Was heavily abused/tortured by old colleagues for the sake of research. Has some mismatched limbs :)

Splintered Fuse! DTDF Fuse in hell forever and ever <333333

“Canon” Fuse. Dead.

In the Spliced AU, we see a Dr. Orion who is genuinely just trying to research Pokémon fusions in a healthy way and not trying to kill anyone/hasn’t killed anyone in his life. His personality is a mixture of the original Dr. Orion and Swap!Fuse. ANYWAYS!!!!

The AU!!!! Dr. Orion gets a little too curious about experimenting on himself, and wonders what would happen if he used a DNA splicer on himself despite him never experimenting with humans before. Lo and behold, this splits him into two different people, with two different physical bodies. One is a more manic, peppy Orion, the other is a more mellow, yet brooding Orion. I think he could be spliced into more people, but for now I want to keep it at 2.

This was very much inspired by the UT fansong Dr. Gaster a teehee :3c

Not sure what/how much I’ll do with this AU but I just wanted to throw the idea out there :)

[mollyrosaria]

Me with Dr. Fuse

He’s my OC now sorry (I am not sorry. You can pry him from my cold dead hands.)

[doubledudeski]

pics that make you go "oh I KNOW he eated a trash"

[cqnnamongirl]

(and his punk furry boyfriend)

[camo-wolf]

Awww this cover is so cute!

[tomboy420]

I wanna see Fanfics about a female reader who’s a tomboy, isn’t scared of horror movies, I see that a lot for some reason, favorite music genre is rock, literally the most chill, BASICALLY THE WHOLE NINE OF ALL THAT… I never see any of that.

I’ve seen, like, TWO fanfics of technically tomboy readers, but even so, it was never really mentioned, and they didn’t really get into it. Plus considering the amount of Fanfics I read, two is literally next to nothing, and both are William Afton series… one of them not being updated for 11 months

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: SCP Foundation

Sample Size: 1,295 stories

Source: AO3

[panopticon-dweller]

Fua fans did I cook with this one

[iilmunchkiin]

CHILDHOOD COMFORT AU - "Lost Glasses"

Extra doodle: Orion being a hater

Fun fact: Starlo is wearing Orion's old shirt which is why it looks big on him (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[koszmarnybudyn]

Harley's and Lancaster's talk.

[climbing-starrs]

got distracted making orion an official ref. instead drew them in the 80s

[mollyrosaria]

If there’s one thing all of the Fuse’s have in common, it’s that they sure do love their alcohol. Some of them more than the others, some more involuntarily than the others, but still alcoholic nonetheless.

[mileenaxyz]

I love this man. He's really on the ground, building shelters, feeding and clothing people. 🥹 He's working tirelessly in Congo.

[godricgryffinsnore]

A Constellation For You ♡ : A Sirius Black Fan Fiction.

pairing : Sirius Black x female!reader

summary : You have always loved Sirius Black, the boy who burned like a falling star—brilliant, reckless, and always just out of reach. But war is cruel, and love is not always enough to shield the heart from the sharp edges of betrayal and grief. When Sirius is imprisoned in Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit, you are left with nothing but memories and an ache that refuses to fade. Years later, when he returns, broken but alive, you must navigate the ruins of what once was—mending wounds, facing ghosts, and daring to hope that love, despite everything, can survive.

warnings : mentions of war and its aftermath, emotional distress, grief, trauma, slightly self-destructive behavior (coping mechanisms), angst with a happy ending, canon-divergent timeline, death. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This entire work is broken into timelines.

Word Count : 1k

main master list <3

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I. A Love Like Fire.

There was a time when Sirius Black was everything.

He was the boy who never fit into the mold his family had carved for him, the firework that refused to burn quietly. You met him at Hogwarts, in the shadow of ancient stone corridors and within the golden glow of Gryffindor’s common room. He was reckless and charming, a tempest wrapped in leather and cigarette smoke. He would grin at you with that wicked, knowing smile—the kind that made your stomach swoop like the drop of a roller coaster.

And you, foolish as you were, loved him for it.

Sirius loved like he did everything else—recklessly, with a kind of fervor that felt like standing too close to the sun. He was poetry and destruction in equal measure, hands ink-stained from writing letters he never sent, lips brushing against yours between hurried whispers of love and war.

But war.

War does not care for love, and it certainly did not care for you or Sirius.

When James and Lily died, something inside Sirius shattered. You remember the last night before it all went wrong—before Peter’s betrayal, before the arrest, before Azkaban. He had held you like he was drowning, his breath ragged against your collarbone. "Stay with me," he had whispered, fingers tangled in your hair. "Always," you had promised.

You did not know that “always” could be stolen so easily.

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II. Years Without You.

The world without Sirius was quieter, colder. You carried grief like an iron weight, the absence of him a wound that never quite healed. The newspapers declared him a murderer, a traitor, and yet—your heart refused to believe it.

You searched for him in the stars. You whispered his name into the night air, wondering if, wherever he was, he could hear you.

But love is cruel. Love is not enough to break through the walls of Azkaban.

You tried to move on. You tried to let time soften the edges of your pain. But every time you closed your eyes, you saw him—his laughter in the halls of Hogwarts, the way he used to press his lips against your temple as if to say, I will always come back to you.

But he didn’t.

Or so you thought.

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III. Ghosts of the Past.

When Sirius Black returned, it was not the boy you had loved who stood before you.

It was a man who had suffered, whose bones carried the weight of twelve years behind bars, whose laughter had been stolen by Dementors. His hair, once silk-black, hung in tangled waves past his shoulders. His eyes—those sharp silver eyes—were hollowed, dark circles smudged beneath them like bruises.

And yet, when he looked at you, something flickered. A shadow of something familiar.

You didn’t know what to say. How do you speak to someone who has been a ghost for over a decade?

"It’s you," he breathed, voice hoarse. "Merlin, it’s really you."

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "You came back."

A pause.

"I promised, didn’t I?" His lips twitched, as if attempting a smile that had long since been forgotten.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him how much you hated him for leaving, how much you missed him, how unfair it was that life had stolen so much from the both of you. But instead, you reached out, trembling fingers brushing against his.

He flinched.

It broke your heart.

"Sirius…" you whispered.

His name tasted like something sacred on your tongue.

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IV. Learning to Breathe Again.

Healing was not easy. Sirius did not know how to be soft anymore.

There were nights when he could not sleep, when nightmares dragged him back into the darkness of Azkaban. He would wake up breathless, drenched in sweat, hands trembling. And you would be there, tracing the scars on his arms, pressing kisses into his knuckles as if to remind him that he was here, he was real, he was not alone.

"I don’t know how to be the man you loved," he admitted one night, voice raw.

You cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the sharp edges of his cheekbones. "Then we’ll learn together."

He exhaled shakily. "You shouldn’t have waited for me."

"I never stopped loving you."

The silence between you was heavy. Then, slowly, as if afraid you might disappear, Sirius leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. It was hesitant, uncertain, nothing like the way he used to kiss you.

But it was real.

And that was enough.

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V. The Universe Owes Us This.

Time stitched Sirius back together in fragments. He still had bad days, moments where the past clung to him like a second skin. But he also had you.

You reminded him of what it meant to live.

You laughed with him again, filling the empty spaces with warmth. You traced constellations on his back, whispering stories of the stars as he fell asleep beside you. You held his hand without fear, kissed him like you had all the time in the world.

One evening, as you lay tangled in bed, Sirius pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You were always my brightest star," he murmured.

You smiled against his skin. "And you are my favorite constellation."

For the first time in years, Sirius Black allowed himself to believe in love again.

For the first time in years, he was home.

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[cqnnamongirl]