A Line Up Of Some Silly Guys 🤯

Listen. I love Cherik but I still hate to see men FUMBLE THESE BADDIES 😭😭😭

my sweet little miracle.

a gift for @sefarlen !!

Q in TikTok by RF_Y/N:

i always wanted to ask! bc of rf isabella! May i know why exactly isabella is shape shifting into julie for walden? does she loves walden to much or just wants him to remember her? why??

Ans: This a ❗️NOT CANON thing❗️in the canon & fanon lore, but I will answer :D.

Isabella CANNOT shapeshift into different people, but she has the ability to change her colors depending on her emotions and or just doing it at will.

I got inspiration of Isabella using her abilities for others to cope, per se, a loss of a loved one, from ( possibly ) Rebecca Sugar’s leaked old Tumblr art of the gems and their toxic dynamics with other characters.

And the context of Isabella changing her colors and appearance similar to RF Julie/ Julianne, is because this is a different timeline ( not canon again ) of the Bad Ending version of the Rainbow Factory AU where Walden forgets his loved ones and goes crazy, but in this timeline, he still has small memories of them, per se, their color palettes, and fragments of sounds or voices.

Isabella used her powers to try and keep him from going completely crazy and trying to keep her daughter, Weather safe, — because Walden doesn’t know if he had killed Julieanne or if she ran away, either way, he probably wouldn’t like to know.

RF AU by: YourInternetMom.

RF Thomas OC by: Scoutsworld_400.

HOLY HELL <3 :’

sorry guys, they’re TAKEN 💍✨

The Consort of Peace

A Wang Zhaojun Megop AU

[Part 1]

On horseback playing winds and strings headed to Yin Mountain.

Orion watched through the gap in the sliding door behind which he stayed securely hidden as he entered Sentinel Prime’s throne room. He approached Iacon’s emperor with, who the hidden concubine assumed to be, two of his commanders. To his left a broad-chested attendant, his faceplate hidden behind a thick iron mask and his optics concealed by a pair of burning red visors. His emotions unseen and unreadable unlike the other attendant flanking him. A shorter crimson seeker with a devilish yet self-assured grin resting on his lips, as if this was all a mere shadow play to him.

Orion observed with bated breath as he and his retinue knelt down before Sentinel Prime while looking straight at the gold-and-blue coloured emperor, never averting his glance even once. An act of utter audacity and disrespect like that would usually lead to direct imprisonment at best or execution at worst and yet… His red optics glared at Sentinel as if he were trying to say “Try me. I dare you”.

The concubine had heard and read many stories of him over the years. He was known by many names and titles. The barbarian, the tyrant, the invader, the grey nightmare, the one who dwells on the planet’s surface, the ruthless Deception leader.

Megatron.

"I am pleased to see you, Megatron.” Sentinel greeted the visitor with a sickly sweet smile that was about as authentic as the jade pearls he had gifted to one of his lower ranking concubines earlier that day “So you have decided to take me up on my gracious offer for peace?”

“Don’t pat yourself on the back too much, Sentinel.” Megatron retorted.

No honorific, no title of Prime added at the end. Addressing the emperor only by his first name. Orion thought, a servo placed over his mouth in shock over the visitor’s shameless temerity. The tyrant must either be stupid, blissfully unaware to court manners or view Sentinel Prime beneath himself. Or an unhealthy combination of all three.

"We both know that you would happily attack, chase and terrorise me and my men for another hundred vorns if it weren’t for…”

The Decepticon leader continued, a whirring servo reaching towards his masked attendant, his optics still fixated on the emperor. Orion squinted as he saw the barbarian’s cobalt follower gently hand his lord… something. Something that shone bright and clearly with the colour of freshly mined energon.

“… this!” Megatron continued where he had left off. A tiny, almost unnoticed smirk forming in the corners of the grey mech’s mouth as he was now proudly presenting the mystery-thingamabob right into Sentinel Prime’s face.

Datapads?

Orion’s brow ridges furrowed as he saw Sentinel Prime’s entire frame stiffen and his eyes bulgen at the sight of the datapads.

Is the barbarian… blackmailing the emperor?

Orion, now even more intrigued than before, pressed his face plate against the sliding door’s gap in hopes to get a better look at the happenings inside the throne room.

The emperor shot up from his seat grabbing the datapads in the Decepticon leader’s servo before plummeting down onto the dragon throne once again. Sentinel Prime’s blown optics flicked rapidly over the datapads’ contents, his lips pressed together into a thin line, yet Orion could have sworn he saw them quiver nervously ever so slightly.

“Heh… So you truly have kept these books from me for all these millennia. But…” Sentinel tossed the datapads back at Megatron’s peds “There is no way these are all of the books. Right?”

“The motherload is securely with my men on the surface of Cybertron. What? You didn’t seriously believe I’d bring every single one of these books with me to our peace treaty talks, did you Prime?” The invader spat the emperor’s title out like it was an insult, his optics glowering at the imperial mech with flaming yet unspoken hate.

Sentinel’s servos gripped the arm rest of his throne tightly at Megatron undermining his intelligence, returning an equally hate-filled scowl at the tyrant. Orion was certain he heard a tiny crack of the throne’s arm rests getting dented by the sheer force of Sentinel’s clutches. The Prime clenched his optics shut and took a deep breath. His grip finally showed some mercy upon the poor throne and that sham of a smile returned to the emperor's facial plate.

"Of course not, esteemed guest of mine." Sentinel Prime chirped "In fact, I would prefer it if you kept these books with you on the planet surface. Far, far, far away from any prying eyes and most importantly from the eyes of Iacon’s citizens."

"You want us to keep the books? I am surprised you are not ordering me and my men to hand them over to you in a nice bow so you can personally burn every last one of them." The barbarian answered, a brow ridge raised in scepticism.

"This is a peace treaty meeting, is it not?" Sentinel Prime answered nonchalantly, his chin resting on one of his servos "Meaning, in order to find an agreement we both have to make some sacrifices and compromises. For the sake of peace." the word peace rolling off Sentinel's tongue like honey. As if the uttering the mere word were an irresistable bait used by hunters to catch their prey.

"Very well. So we keep these" Megatron picked up one of the datapads again tauntingly waving it infront of Sentinel "as far away from the people of Iacon, if and only if you keep your armies just as far away from our territory."

"The planet surface you mean?" Sentinel perked up.

"Yes. You let me and my people wander the planet surface in peace. No more wars. No more random military campaigns. No more displacements." Megatron growled.

"And what about you?" Sentinel flung back, helm still lazily draped over his servo, gleeming at the visitors with half lidded optics. Seemingly treating these peace talks like a boring chore. But for all Orion knew this might be nothing but show and calculated acting by the emperor to either put the barbarian and his entourage 'in their place' or to get a rise out of them.

The tyrant's torso straightened, his optics shooting straight back at the emperor.

"What about us?"

"Don't act so naive. Everyone knows about you and your men raiding the mining villages close to the planet's surface. There is no way of gathering energon up in that wasteland you call home. So you attack these poor workers and rid them of their hard mined for energon. If I stop my military campaigns towards you, will you end the raids against these innocent commoners?"

Megatron just waved the datapads in front of Sentinel's face once more his optics never once breaking their gaze from the emperor as he watched the colour drain from the Prime's facial plates like it was a game to him.

"Alright, you make a fair argument." Sentinel hissed, clicking his glossa "But keep the raids to an absolute minimum. Or these miners will demand for their emperor to take more 'direct actions' against you surface dwellers."

"Very well." Megatron huffed, his mind already thinking of alternative ways to provide his men with enough energon.

"Very well indeed!" Sentinel echoed as one of his drones handed him a new datapad - the peace treaty document, Orion assumed.

"Just sign right at the bottom of this document, and this peace treaty will come straight into effect." Sentinel declared, his perfectly rehearsed smile growing even bigger as he tried to hand the charter-manuscript to Megatron.

"Not. So. Fast." Megatron exclaimed, pushing the datapad away from himself "I need proof."

"Proof? Proof for what?" Sentinel asked, his voice breaking, clearly annoyed at the tyrant dragging this meeting out further.

“I need you to prove that you are serious about this peace treaty. I need physical confirmation that you will not turn around and break it the second i get up to leave this room. So I demand you give up something dear and precious to you."

"A collateral. You are asking me for a collateral." Sentinel clarified.

"I am." Megatron answered matter of factly like he was simply stating the time.

"Fine, if it keeps you and those accursed books out of my empire. What do you suggest I give you as proof?"

There was a long pause as Megatron mulled over his answer. Orion felt suffocated by the silence that fell over the throne room and the anticipiation.

"One of your beloved concubines." The tyrant finally broke the silence "If you are willing to give up even one of them, then and only then, will I believe your sincerity about this treaty."

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

Sharing some of my unfinished Nimona aus because... well... I just thought of sharing it, Part 2.1

since my last post was a guardian angel au, let show my fallen angel au. Now believe it or not, but this a tale that I made for the fallen angel au on how Ballister became a fallen angel. If your asking why is the tale is about Blackheart instead of Boldheart, well there is a simple explanation to that... This was originally made for the comic version. Anyways, this is a part 2.1 because the details and the (uncomplete) storyline will be in another post. Have fun with this one for now.

The tale of the Blackheart Angel

Thousands of years before mankind came into existence, it began with the betrayal of Lucifer, an archangel who rose up against Heaven and was cast down to the darkest corner of the abyss. With him fell his followers, a legion of demonic spirits who joined him in his quest for eternal domination.

However, one angel, Ballister Blackheart, found himself manipulated and corrupted by Lucifer, only to later realize his grave mistake. He chose to turn away from the demonic pact that threatened to consume the mortal world. As the other angels fell, Ballister felt the pull of their power, but his mind was strong enough to resist the allure of darkness.

With eternal punishment awaiting him in Heaven and the abyss ready to consume him, Ballister faced a difficult choice. He chose instead to flee and find refuge among the mortal world that was made for God's humans. He hid his true identity and abilities, masking himself as a mere human. Though as much as would want to forget, he could not erase his past or the power that flowed through his veins.

As a result of his dark choices, Ballister developed a few demonic traits while maintaining his angelic heritage, becoming a force to be reckoned with. However, he knew that if his true identity was ever revealed, Heaven and Hell would come down on him with untold wrath. Therefore, he decided to keep a low profile while using his powers for the greater good.

Ballister's past as an archangel continued to haunt him, and he struggled to grapple with the memories of his time in Heaven and the choices that led to his downfall. And so, the tale of the Blackheart angel lives on, a powerful story of redemption, regret, and the struggle between light and dark.

(A part of me wants to remake the tale.. but that's gonna be a problem for future me because these are call "Nimona unfinished aus" for a reason)

Ok,since you have finally given me permission to make a fanatic storyline with my oc and yours of young Isabella.

Can you tell me all about Young Isabella. As everything about her ,Especially a favorite tea too. As I'm now investing in of wanting to learn about her before I could do for of my fanatic story make? Pls??? I would love to learn about her while I was practicing and study to draw for the comic,fanart and more

Okay :D ✨ ( A few info in the lore has been changed from the posts in my tiktok )

1. Basic stuff, Isabella is half Filipino & Italian but was raised a part from America.

-She can only speak a bit of Bisaya & Tagalog. ( She got it from her main mother, Mama Perla ).

-She tries to embrace a few parts of her ethnicity’s cultures, like the food, traditions, celebrations, dances, and forming a few words and sentences.

2. Isabella is an Atheist and a Wiccan, or part of the Wicca religion, which is part of modern contemporary Pagan religion.

— She isn’t against gods/deities or believing in them, but she just doesn’t, while she also maintaining studies & practices of witchcraft.

3. Isabella grew up with an Amethyst curse, making negative or extreme emotions difficult for her to understand or express. She can’t feel sadness, anger, sickness, pain, and wounds or injuries heal easily for her. She mostly feels calm or content, and often just dull.

4. Isabella grew up in an island away from most of society, having people who used to live in poverty and then in debt to her and her mother ( Perla ) as their villagers/helpers/servants of the island.

5. Isabella started doing her Priestess duties and living in the island when she was 5 years old. She heals people by giving them her blood. Rich people are the most who pay, those who can’t pay are in debt to her family, working for them until they can pay them back.

6. Since Isabella doesn’t fit the beauty standards of the Spider Species part, she started wearing a veil when she was 13. —

—She started hating getting her portrait taken without her veil, she started hating looking at mirrors or her reflection and have servants or helpers to do her makeup, and started hating people who saw her without her veil or staring at her in general.

6.2. She has a canopy with veils curtaining around her so people wouldn’t look at her while she was eating, also whenever she felt like eating without her — and only her mother ( and Jack & trusted servant can enter ).

—The canopy is used during big events, mostly.

6.3. She also has a bed with curtains around its canopy.

6.4. She’ll only show her face to you if you COMPLETELY earned her trust.

Generally, her eyes are what she doesn’t like.

7. Her manor has curtains all over the windows.

8. She’s homeschooled her whole life.

—She likes to study Hematology ( study of blood ) the most.

Toxicology ( study of poisons ), Pharmacology ( study of medicines ), and Chemistry.

Floriculture ( study of flowers ), Botany ( study of plants ),

Cryptozoology ( study of mythical creatures ) and little Biology & Zoology ( study of creatures ), and Entomology ( study of insects ).

—She also does math whenever she gets bored, mostly Calculus.

9. She can play the Pedal Harp, Piano, and the Mandolin. She likes to play the Mandolin the most.

9.2. She learned to play the Concert Flute for Jack, because he likes the sounds.

10. She doesn’t leave her room most of the time. She just stays there doing all kinds of art activities, painting & drawing, but mostly embroidery, tapestrying, macramés, and mostly sitting beside her window with her loom. Making all kinds of things— even doing witch practices like symbol drawing or potion making.

11. She likes to eat a lot.

12. Favorite tea is anything herbal? Tea full of all kinds of flowers— but— she adds a lot of honey and sugar into them.

13. She plays pranks on the helpers or people around the manor she doesn’t like, except her mother.

— She started getting suitors when she was 15 from rich people with their sons close to her age, but she drove them all away by playing pranks, insulting them, neglecting them, just until they get sick of her and leave the island to go back to the city.

—She did the same to Jack but he never gave up. 😔✊✨

14. She likes puzzle games.

15. She likes to dance Tarantella.

—With a fantasy-folky genre, like songs Soldier Poet King, Téir Abhaile ‘riú, or Tri Martolod.

— A lot of alt music, basically anything she can dance to.

( something like this )

16. She likes going to the beach — but she doesn’t like her servants having to follow her all the time, so she doesn’t. :(

—She also likes to collect shells that makes sounds.

17. Likes cold seasons, and rainy weathers.

— She likes the smell of apricity and mostly petrichor.

— She likes to take cold baths during cold seasons.

18.

Has been arranged with Jack since she was 16.

Chose to be willingly and officially engaged with him when she was 20.

Wedding day was when she was 24. ( Then tragedy struck ).

“You get to do a lot of things when you’re stuck here.”

That’s about it :D

Hope you enjoy all the info ✨

People saying TFP Optimus is the one who fumbled will never not be funny because???? Fumbled what, the crack addict???? Baby that’s called Dodging a Bullet

GL: You know damn skippy he ain’t friendly Supes