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I know they have no relation but heyyyy they both use hammers as weapons!!!!

A prime example of Orion and Optimus Prime sneezing.

Haha I'm sure this will end well (sorry for lazy art T^T)

first / previous

At Waffle House for the first time!

Little into my meal

Scrumptious, 10/10

Oh it's awesome that oxygen is pale blue in liquid/solid forms that is exactly the color it should be. Everything works out

NEW TF OC ALERT!!!!

Here's extra info:

That and he's besties w/ Smokescreen bc yes. I don't have a name so I am open to suggestions! Comments or asks, but if you suggest in my ask box, I might forget so kinda have to link it in your ask or just give a shot description bc my brain is fried from Transformers brainrot

EDIT: fully colored

Didn't sign it yet in this pic but anyways-

Those lines on his face are scars, left from trying to kiss a wolfdog with more wolf than dog and it nipped, and the right from a glass bottle shattering on the right side of his face from a party. He's like, sixteen and seven months older than Jack. Junior in high school, 5'4, thrives on androgyny and never stays on one side. One day there's a fem touch, the next he's twice as masc than the fem day. But he'll always perpetually have his nails painted because he likes it.

Also, lore nugget, when he first becomes friends with Smokescreen, with all the talk from Arcee, Optimus and other skilled soldiers in Team Prime talking about potential he has that just needs guidance, he starts a GAINT ASS PAINTING that could be hung up like a picture to a Cybertronian and he spends all of his extra time, losing sleep and always sore from the work, making a painting of Smokescreen in battle as a sort of motivation for Smokescreen to work hard to be who he could be. He even spent time studying the physics of energon just so it's realistic. He spent over a year making that painting using various mediums like oil paint, acrylic, spray paint, watercolor, gouache, and for tiny little details, even used nail polish. And he has a part-time job as well and used his money and previously saved money from other jobs (mainly under-the-table jobs) to buy all these materials. He had to borrow the spare ladder from his construction guy neighbor. And it was all worth it to see the blue and yellow rookie absolutely amazed, jumping up and down, by such a painting made by such a teeny human. He held him so he can use a silver colored spray paint to sign the large painting before showing it off to Team Prime.

EEEEEEEUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH

LOOK HOW MY PHONE IS AFTER AN UPDATE JUST EEEWWWWWWWWWWGGGHHH GROSS

I WANT THE PREVIOUS LOOK JUST EWWWWWWW

Yum

Not the magnus anon, consider, ultra magnus orgy with Predaking, Optimus, and Wheeljack.

Maybe he gets sparked 👀

Big, heavy, refineries. Also babies. Full of babies. Between Optimus' breeding kink and Predakings probable breeding kink(at the very leat repopulating his species) and wheeljack definitely being a kinmy fucker. He is fucked out and full of transfluid.

Who r u and how TF did you get my notes app!!!!! 🫣🫣🫣 Akkslqkakskwwaaa Am I that obvious!?!??! 😭 Breeding kink so strong it shines through da goddamn blog 😔😔

Okay but idea: instead of Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack and Predaking fighting, it devolves into an orgy 😳😳 maybe predakings in rut or something, he's obv pissed at losing the rest of the predacons, but luckily for him he's got a nice big bot in front of him perfect for breeding.

They do fight of course, well, Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus think they're fighting but Predakings trying to get a perceived rival (Wheeljack) out of the way long enough for him to claim Ultra Magnus. Wheeljack gets thrown into the wall and gets back up just in time to see Predaking fingering Ultra Magnus open, just enough prep so Ultra Magnus can take the heads of both of his spikes.

^wheeljack trying to figure what he's supposed to do, he just gained respect for Ultra Magnus and now realized he ALSO wants to fuck him

Maybe fucking you mate on top of your defeated 'rival' is some kinda instinctive predacon thing 🤭🤭

Optimus comes back to check on them and make sure Wheeljack and UM are okay, and instead walks in on Ultra Magnus being spit roasted, covered in paint transfers that make it clear Wheeljack and Predaking have both fucked him multiple times. Optimus and ultra Magnus have been dancing around a whole 'thing' since Magnus landed on earth, so of course he's going to want Optimus to take a turn filling him up with transfluid.

They ground bridge back to base later like "surprise! New dragon autobot :)" and the kids are distracted enough by a cool ass dragon transformers they don't notice Ultra Magnus hiding away until the transfluid bump goes away. But it turns out with three attentive sires, the bump doesn't go away. In fact, Ultra Magnus just gets bigger as the sparklings of a prime and a huge predacon (and Wheeljack's tiny bitty that was kinda a surprise cause she was hiding behind her siblings in the scans) grow inside him. Poor Magnus 🤭🤭🤭

(also poor fowler, having to deal with these horny robots having BABIES. Maybe him and June can have a nice date night to make up for it lol)

Oops, Elden Ring obsession took over and thought Magnus might look cool as a knight

Kinktober Day 2: Sex Machine (TFP Ultra Magnus)

Word Count: 729

TFP Ultra Magnus X GN Cybertronian Reader

18+ tags: Teasing, orgasm denial, sex machine, and dom/sub.

Read more below the cut!

It was only a little mistake that lead to this scene laid out before you.

Ultra Magnus, Commander of the Autobots, laid on his front aft up and his legs spread to allow his valve to be accessed with ease. You stood off to the side of the berth where Magnus laid face down on. The machine positioned just behind him was prepped and read, the false spike on it was shiny with lube and charged for the session. All that was left as to prepare your lovely Commander for the machine.

Your servo cupped his valve, your digits just barely dipping into his hole teasing the sopping wet, twitching walls. A low groan answered your teasing, his optics shuddering as his frame slowly relaxed at the feeling of finally being touched. His plating shuddered as your digits slowly made a circular motion around the rim and tracing around the edge with a grin growing across your faceplate. Optics focused on his expression for any sign he was uncomfortable.

“Does that feel good, Commander?” You purred, your digits pushing further into him earning a loud grunt before an annoyed growl rumbled his chassis as he glared at you from the side, his optics flashing a warning look your way.

“Watch yourself, soldier.” He grunts. You ignored it and hummed with a grin as your digits move within him. You focus back on your digits start to make a come here motion within him to stroke the walls, searching for that patch where it would drive him crazy. The curling motions continued, pulling lewd noises from your commander as you searched for that one spot that would get his engine revving.

You only knew you had hit your target when his engine sputtered and the mech jolted against the berth, his thighs clamped down around your servo and he tensed as he moaned. His body shuddering as your digits continue to pleasure the Commander, rubbing against the spot that made his frame twitch and moan lewdly against the berth as your digits pulled explicit sounds from a mech who usually barely made any sound at all.

“Are you getting close, sir?” You tease the mech, feelings his valve constrict and pull you in further as he was building towards an overload. He didn't respond except with a grunt, you want to scold him for not using his words but decide that you could let him off the hook just once, for now.

You could feel his walls pulsing as he was getting closer and as he was getting towards the end of his building charge you removed your digits. The mech whined, yes whined, at the emptiness within his valve. His helm turned to look at you, offended and confused.

“Who said you could stop?” He growled. You simply smirked in return and answered his question with the machine whirring to life.

“I said so.” You reply, your servos grab his hips and position him perfectly for the false spike to catch. It entered with little issue as it was guided inside of him and the mech tensed as a rumble passed through his chassis. His engine hiccuping as the machine started to thrust without any resistance and filled his valve up. It started off slow, you wanted to savor his reactions to it as it slowly bobbed in and out of his pretty red and blue folds.

You waited until you could tell he was getting impatient. He turned to you and started to speak, “Will you stop teasing me and go fas- MNHAA~”

His vocalizer crackled as the speed turned up and started to thrust relentlessly inside of the mech. He gripped the berth below him and pushed his aft up closer to it as it hit deep inside of him. Each thrust of the false spike brought out a symphony of moans from the Commander as his intake hung open. Solvent drooled from his gaped expression and optics hazy as the overload he was denied earlier was growing stronger with each powerful thrust inside of him.

He could feel that coil about to snap when the machine stopped suddenly. His optics snap open and look at you with a desperation in which you return his look with a smug one. “Only good boys get to overload Commander. You're going to have to earn it.”

There isn't enough art of Transformers in clothes, and in my very biased opinion, there isn't enough art of Ultra Magnus.

Yummers /pos

Eats post

Bumblebee and Grimlock from tf robots in disguise. Everyone has this image of Bee being the workaholic that cant chill cause he has a pole buried deep into his aft. Nobody knows he's taken after Ratchet party ambulance tendencies: which means he's an utter whore, absolutely shameless, but simply knows how to keep it secret.

He starts to lose control once he sees Grim spikes (yep, this big boy has two huge spikes, barbed and knoted) and you cant change my mind. So after getting dicked once he starts to crave it like energon and things from there spiral.

After the mission is over he kinda dissappears with certain dinobot, and next he's seen he's fucking gravid, forges full of eggs and fluid, swollen leaking needy valves and plump teats leaking milk. He took the role of broodmother for his mate with enthusiasm.

yesss that's what i'm talking about!! Bumblebee's a real cockslut, but he just hasn't had any dick in ages! but then Grimlock shows up and he's so big and so eager and the moment he sticks one of his dino spikes into Bee, he's hooked & begging him to shove the second one in as well. he'll be stuffed full, a beautiful broodmamma ready to push out the next generation of dinobots.

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

I'm so sorry for what you have to deal with, but I do hope it gets better!

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.

💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.

@nasr-daher

Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

I'm sorry, I can't donate at all :( I wish I could, but I do hope you get out!

🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

Chuffed

Help Naser & His Brothers Rebuild Their Future

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

I'm sorry for what you're going through :( Unfortunately, all I can do is reblog. I can't donate at the moment. I do hope you pull through and find a better life!

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Poor Oppy😭😭

Anyway. Here’s this thing.

if anyone wants her to be saying anything, feel free to throw in a request on this post or in my inbox.

[ID: A black and white digital drawing of Shockwave from Transformers Animated. The view is worms eye, looking up from about hip height. Shockwave’s eye is red, the only color in the piece, and looks down at the viewed. The right hand is raised slightly, to lower chest height, and one digit points downward. END ID.]

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Tysm!! Tbh, that seems very interesting for Ultra Magnus. I like it

Y’all what if TFP Ultra Magnus was like Shuhua from (G)I-DLE while he was still Optimus’ trainee??

Mayhaps a further explanation please, ditheringtouhoufan? I am intrigued

Y’all what if TFP Ultra Magnus was like Shuhua from (G)I-DLE while he was still Optimus’ trainee??

I'm prepping a new Ultra Magnus centric fanfic. Well... kinda Ultra Magnus centric, but it's a lovely AU that no one, I mean absolutely no one except myself, asked for. Legit just Ultra Magnus being a femme instead but not a soul knows minus his creators that I made two femmes for this story that is only vaguely mentioned and only I know that his carrier knows. She a thick lady so she can carry. I'll post the ao3 link once I finish it in my notes and hopefully be able to proofread it.

Wish I could have a beta reader, but I'm broke

The story is gonna be called "The Ultra in Ultra Magnus". If anyone has a decent summary or is willing to help me make a summary, you can DM me or email me at: athena.alphea@gmail.com

If it's anything else, I will delete and ignore the message, just fyi. Anyways, have a lovely day :3

Yum. I thank this person for the food

Some pregnant bots

FUCKING HILARIOUS please give more and my life is yours

watchin TFP again and I have been reduced to tears by the running jokes between me and my brother. Optimus has developed an addiction to Dunkin. Knockout keeps threatening Starscream with performing Actual Medicine on Megatron, bc clearly the only reason Starscream called him in is to provide plausible deniability to Soundwave and the LAST thing he wants is for Megatron to receive actual medical care.

Bulkhead IN CANON straight up said "fuck that bitch" when Knockout kidnapped that asshole kid who kept harassing Jack to race and I'm in hysterics. I love him.

Yum.

Need optimus to gag himself under his battle mask (thinking he'll have some alone time) and then end up unexpectedly thrust into a situation where he can't take it off.

Oh wow that's gotta be fun (for us) :3

Ultra Magnus!

Who should I do next? Trying to do all the characters of tfp.

YES. FUCK YES. Also if OP didn't turn big, I genuinely belive UM would be taller. Too bad we didn't get to see it

Magnus looks like OP’s lil baby bro here omg

Just a lil bro who is 29ft tall or something and dwarfs everyone else on the team except his bigger bro

Btw they actually share some same quirks-

Meet Beutternut. She is an orange gal who works at the biscuit factory. When she isn't panicking and hiding :)