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This is my kink/fetish blog mostly contains drawings. Catering to tran/sform/ers (or whatever my hyperfixations leaning on rare time). It's not drawn explicitly (unless I said it in post, idk when), but please minors do not literally interact!

Personal but important bits:

I'm 18 years old (2005)

My pronouns is he/him

I'm a non-English speaking person, of course my grammar and wording are terribly weird.

I'm aromantic (favourable?) asexual (fluid repulsed kinda? Like I'm fine or neutral with ns/fw stuff)

I'm autistic and tend to lurk due to anxiety and paranoia to interacting with people (also negative experiences, shame of my special interests, awkward social skills, etc). I strive to be better at it, but please keep it in mind.

I'm not available online often.

Ask and message are open (but if contain characters, please censor their name), though I'm not doing art request though-

I tend to edit my posts a lot whenever I notice errors or something is missing.

Tags to search or block certain things :

teori of art : drawings, sketches, etc. (not rebloggable to minimise my anxiety, paranoia, yadda yadda. Likes and comments would still be appreciated)

teori of reblog : reblogs

teori of yap : personal rambles, thoughts, and yapping

swimshell : my guilty pleasure ra/repa/ir (cra/cksh/ip?) involved B0mbsh3ll/Sw1ndl3-

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4AM thought (contains blueberry inflation, yes, that thing)

B0mbsh3ll found a blueberry bush while he was on his way to raiding paddy fields alone. He was feeling silly dilly, so he also raided it without a second thought. Unfortunately, that was no ordinary berries. He became a sizable blueberry thrice his original height, only able to flail his stinger and sunken servos and pedes. He wishes to shout for help nearby, but his bloated cheeks tighten his mask plate, which prevents him further. Bonus if he has the "pilot compartment" or clear yellow chest like the toy, you can see those gurgling, sloshing juice inside between his equally rounded frame. Other than that, he felt stupid for not bothering the paddy instead of the cursed blueberry...

Now there's a bunch of Indonesian farmers staring at the blueberried 1ns3ct1c0n, one of them shouts "Ayo makan dia!!" ("Let's eat him up!!")

Bonus scene: Shr4pn3l and K1ckb4ck managed to find him in time and rolled him back to their hive (then they intentionally made him STUCK at the entrance just to poke fun at his condition)

Bonus scene 2: Sw1ndl3 finds him instead and thinks of putting him at a county fair for profits. Soon, he secretly takes care of him as his personal "blueberry comfort toy" whose he'll hug, cuddle and kiss him all he wants. Which gradually made the poor B0mbsh3ll accepted his unfortunately condition and falls in l0v3 with the c0mb4t1c0n. Whether Sw1ndl3 would fix him back to normal or use him for further "investment", the other Ins3ct1c0ns and even M3g4tr0n still wondered where has B0mbsh3ll been gone through aaaaa-

#teori of yap #blueberry inflation #lol i feel like a criminal for a ra/rep/air here iykyk #also this feels illegal to post when there's a very few blueberry stuff out there #like there's only 2 berry fics on a/o3 and it's so good i wanna reads more #i want to write about this thingy too if only my writing and grammars were decent enough #okay enough yapping #edited for fixing smth here

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Chubformers drabble #26!

Character: Swindle (ES)

Word count: 519

Keeping a low profile now that he was back on Earth had been quite the challenge, but Swindle was almost certain that tracking down a whole Cybertronian on top of it was worse. Swindle wasn’t exactly sure where Hardtop had managed to vanish to, but if he had to search the entirety of the planet, he was going to lose hope very quickly. Several weeks of searching and struggling had already passed, and Swindle was afraid he hadn’t gotten any closer to tracking him down.

Another unsuccessful attempt was written down in the books for that day, unfortunately. Swindle had trudged through dirt and muck for what had felt like ages before finally stumbling upon the source of his latest chosen destination. As he had expected, the humans—and Hardtop—were long gone. There was, however, a rather plentiful amount of energon that had been left behind. Swindle wasn’t one to pass up such a golden opportunity, and after checking to make sure that the coast was actually clear, he’d loaded up as much of the stuff as he could carry and sped off deeper into the trees.

Now, left with nothing but a raging bellyache and little to show for his attempts at hunting Hardtop down, Swindle was practically a sitting duck. He didn’t necessarily mind it, though… a break was a break.

As Swindle lay stretched out in the soft grass, his frame propped up against the truck of a tree for optimal lounging, he worked away at taming the angry, gurgling beast his belly had become. He had been low on fuel at the time, and energon was just so hard to come by… it wasn’t a surprise that he’d let himself indulge a little. After all, he did deserve it.

“Ohhh,” Swindle moaned, his frame jerking with a hiccuping burp. His servos worked deeper into the bloated, taut mesh of his belly, carefully working up as much air as he could manage. “Oh, slag, my stomach…”

He had most certainly had his fill, but there was still so much energon left to drink! He couldn’t just let it go to waste. Probing fingers dug deep into a pocket of air, rewarding him with a loud, resounding belch.

Hc—brrrrrrrrrrrap!

“Ahhh, there we go,” he said with a hum, a gentle servo patting his belly. “Much better.”

Content with his results, Swindle slowly pushed himself upright and reached for the next container. Chugging it down meant slumping back and rubbing his rumbling belly, though, and Swindle was more than happy to do just that.

Oh, if only Hardtop were here right now… Swindle knew for a fact that none of his indulgence would’ve flown by his brother’s strict rules, but he couldn’t help thinking Hardtop might let it slide just this once. Swindle was tired, after all. He deserved a nice long break.

Swindle managed to suck down the last of his rations after only a few more sips, and with a loud, contented sigh, the conmech shimmied himself further down the tree trunk and settled in for a long nap. He deserved it, after all.

#teori of reblog #yep i asked this one as well #i was also wish i was could draw based this too but my skill isn't good yet #but you know #I'm still rereading this as well! #so thank you 😆😆 #swindle the swindling swindler... #okay enough yapping-

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Chubformers (SFW) drabble #14!

Character: Bombshell (G1)

Word count: 397

As expected of an Insecticon such as himself, Bombshell’s appetite was massive and hardly satisfied. His colony prided themselves on their voracious desire to feed, and feed he did—both on the minds of his victims and the latest sourced energon veins. What Bombshell hadn’t ever expected, however, was to find himself on the other end of a feeding gone wrong.

He was a high-class mech, of course, and reputation was everything. As such, being seen struggling to so much as lift himself up off of the ground was quite the embarrassment. Bombshell’s wings fluttered frantically behind his back, the poor Insecticon trapped by his own mass in his frame’s alt-mode. The feeding had been a good one, and as much as Bombshell had enjoyed indulging himself, he was beginning to realize that he may have taken it too far.

In the small, dimly lit cave, the sounds of his fellow Insecticons transforming back into their root modes filled the air. With each passing second Bombshell’s panic grew stronger, and before he could stop it, his frame had begun to give off the sour smell of distress. It was an unfortunate situation all around, and one he wished he could be free of.

Slowly at first, bots gathered to stop and stare at their fellow Con, confusion and concern audible in the low clicking of mandibles. The longer Bombshell struggled and strained, however, worry turned to amusement, and he was quickly seen as the night’s main source of entertainment.

“Don’t you laugh!” He hissed, his words drowned out by the buzz of his wings as he tried—and failed—to take flight. “Don’t you dare laugh!”

Demanding they ignore his predicament seemed to do little for him, however, and Bombshell’s frame burned with shame as a chorus of giggles echoed against the cave’s walls. Feeling defeated, he let himself slump to the floor, his bloated frame spilling out from between the seams of too-tight armor. The surrender only seemed to egg on his comrades, who in turn fell into an absolute uproar of laughter.

Primus, Bombshell thought, feeling both irritated and embarrassed by the whole ordeal. It hadn’t even felt like he’d overfueled at the time, and yet here he was. Grounded, filled to the brim, and trapped in his alt-mode by his own gluttony.

He just hoped no word of his unfortunate predicament reached Megatron’s ears.

#teori of reblog #i'm so late to reblog this because of my anxiety but yeah #this was my ask and I'll let you know I have STILL rereading this whenever I'm in mood.. #also j still try gonna draw something based on this if only his bug mode isn't too complicated and confusing- #B0mbsh3ll the beloved 1ns3ct1c0n <3 #okay enough yapping-

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art below contains warning for : fat kink.

I'm not skill enough for drawing robot yet but yeah obligatory first post

#teori of art #weight gain #wg art #chub kink #(im too anxious or scared idk to put that specific chub tag here tbh) #bombshell #< the beloved in/sect/icon <3