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Hi! Is was doom scrolling through your page and saw many asked you to draw yandere transformers. May I please some of your wonderful yandere works? Perhaps Optimus or Ratchet? Please?🥺

Yan Ratchet it is! 🔧❤🤍 Ratch would be self aware about this obsession- painfully so. However he will try justifying it.. he is a doctor after all, he should be the one who knows better. Yet if you ever confront him about it, you'll only be met with silence until he broke just a little.

Was intending to make his line be a little more softer kind of tone but it doesn't rlly match his expression so i go with this one <//3 ❤️‍🔥

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You know how the bots call us "squishies"? What if a feisty human called them "clankers"? 👀 I'd love to see their reactions lol

Names

Combaticons

• Head turning at a crash, Onslaught stares at you glaring at him, then at the empty energon cube you’d just somehow shoved in the floor. And you’re stomping to push a mostly empty packet of energon goodies off next. “Hey!” He growls, pushing upright as Vortex starts laughing, too overenergized to control you or care. “Control your squishie,” he snarls as you start aggressively shoving anything your tiny self can move off the counter you’re on. “What’s your malfunction, flesh bag?” Throwing a very pitiful tantrum maybe?

• “I didn’t choose to end up stuck here, but I’m not dealing with living in an alien frat house. You clankers leave your half eaten shit everywhere. I think college age boys would actually be cleaner. Fuck,” you snap, pointing a finger in the big mech’s face and he hesitates as Blast Off echoes ‘clankers.’ Because one thing you’ve figured out dealing with Vortex is that even when you’re scared out of your mind, you hide it. The copter much worse if he knows you’re scared or intimidated. “Look at this! What even is this? You’re nasty. All of you. You guys are so advanced and you’ve never heard of a damn broom?”

• Laughing, Vortex listens to you yelling at the other Combaticons, stunning them into silence. Sees Swindle open his mouth and then think better and shut it. Cowed by one tiny pissed off organic who’s a lot more scared of them and just pretending they’re not. Tipping back his engex, he sees Blast Off give him a look like he expects him to rescue them. Not happening given how funny this is. It’s a definite turn on.

• “You can’t talk to us like that,” Blast Off rumbles, slowly standing and looming over you. And you pull off one of your little foot coverings and throw it at him. ‘No wonder you slobs are all single. You’re too damn lazy to clean up after yourselves,’ you snap, gesturing angrily around the habsuite. ‘You might as well go live in the dump.’

• Laughing up until you turn that glare at him, Swindle rumbles when you point at him. “I don’t know what you’re laughing at. You’re worse than they are. Always dragging crap in here just because you might possibly be able to resell it. Hoarding-what is this crap? Kids toys? Really? A whole damn bin of fucking furbies?” And Vortex is rising to his peds in a lazy stretch, snagging you in a fist as you yelp and sauntering back to his habsuite with you. Venting softly in relief as soon as the door shuts behind Vortex, Swindle glances at Onslaught. ‘Thought humans were supposed to be sweet?’ He grumbles as Onslaught shoves past him to head into his own room, shutting the door behind him. ‘Ooh. Looks like someone has a kink for getting bossed around,’ Swindle croons as Blast Off just stares at him in horror.

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Haha wow how did this get on my blog how weird

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I GOT A NEW DIGITAL SKETCHBOOK RAAAAAAAW!!! its the supernote nomad and I've had my eye on it for a while now and have REALLY been enjoying it so far:D not sure which i enjoy more tho, taking a picture of the screen with my phone or exporting the actual png🤔

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I don't know if this ship has a name but it should be "dealmakers"

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i forgor i wanted to post this

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I’m crying they’re all so small next to Dinobot😭

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Dancing with Tenna

Idk maybe I’ll finish this later

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he sillied too close to the sun

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had to throw my hat in the ring !! cowboy tenna be upon ye

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SIGHHH whatever. more of my human au slop

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Hiya! it's been eons since I posted anything here but I thought it'd be nice to kick things of with a little fan game I made.

It's the Spamton NEO fight but in a retro style!

You can play it here: https://cherrysodapop.itch.io!

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Tenna but in outfits based on different types of TV channels

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Hello, for holiday fics, can i request MTMTE Bots X Reader Headcanons where its Christmas time and there's a gift exchange? Thank you!

MTMTE Bots X Reader - Gift Exchange

A/N - A-All of them?! There's… That's a lot of bots. Imma just pick a few, then if anyone wants more you can just ask me for them.

Warnings - None

Rating - T

Swerve

Swerve is far too nervous for this.

It's your first Christmas aboard the ship, and he is determined to confess his love for you. Like, he has spent every last second planning this for months.

Now that it's time though, he thinks he might purge his tanks.

What if you don't like his gift? Worse, what if you reject him? He knows you won't be mean about it, but... he doesn't want to spend his life without you. He really loves you, and nothing terrifies him more than his own feelings.

Still, here is the moment. You've given him your gift.

It was a crocheted blanket, so he'll be comfy on movie nights. When did you have time to make this? Oh wow. He presses the material to his face. It's so soft, and if he takes in some air, it smells like you. Of course it does... You've clearly spent ages making it.

Swerve hugs you and he holds on for a few seconds too long. You laugh amiably, and make a joke about being Christmas crushed.

Finally, he lets you go and bashfully presents you with his gift. It isn't wrapped very well. It must have been difficult for him, since it's relatively small. You can see where the tape has come up a few times, stripping the paper of some of its colour. All this just makes you smile more.

You tear open the gift, and it's a datapad, specially made to be human-sized. You flick on the screen and find that it's filled with music, in a specially arranged playlist.

Admittedly, Swerve doesn't know a whole lot about Earth music. He's more into TV and movies, but he knows how much you love music, so he really tried with this.

Moreover, the first word of each song creates a message, and it is a long message. It's a confession. You might have missed it, had the first word of each song not been highlighted.

You take a while to read what's written. Meanwhile, Swerve is stuck in limbo, feeling entirely sick. Part of him wants to snatch the datapad back and laugh it off like it was all a mistake or a stupid joke. Instead, he waits, trying to stop his servos from shaking by resting them on his thighs.

When you've finished reading his confession, you let your thumb glide over the first song, hitting play.

You smile, get to your feet, and approach Swerve.

"I love it," You say quietly.

Then, you kiss him.

At first, Swerve is completely taken aback. Then, his hands find their way around your back and he's holding you close, your first kiss to Nat King Cole's 'The Very Thought of You.'

Rung

Rung didn't actually want gifts. The only thing he asked for was an evening alone with you.

Normally, he's so busy with his patients, and everyone always wants time with the ship's only human, usually so they can ask you questions and place bets on what the answer will be - Rodimus is still pissed that he lost 100 shanix when you were asked what a colander was (Sufficed to say, his answer wasn't kitchen utensil for draining water).

So, that's exactly how you spend Christmas Eve with Rung. You're sat in his lap, laid back on the sofa while he reads to you from a book you chose.

His fingers gently glide over your head - You feel safe with Rung - loved - and you know that he feels the same when he's with you.

Despite that, you did get him a gift, and little do you know, he's got you one too. They will both wait for tomorrow however, as you relax into one another, with no obligation to anyone else.

The next day, you wake up atop the berth, and realise that you must have fallen asleep when Rung was reading and that he has carried you to bed.

Yet, he isn't there with you. You're just getting up when you hear him humming. Your shared hab-suite isn't like the others on the ship - it's the only one wherein the rooms are separate as if to recreate a normal Earth apartment.

So, upon getting up to explore, you find Rung in the kitchen - He's never been in here before, except when he's looking for you.

This is his gift and his surprise. He knows how much time you always put into cooking, and unfortunately, there's nobody else who could ever cook for you, which he has been led to believe is a normal part of human relationships and something most humans are grateful for.

It took a while to research the recipes, and even more time to find out what ingredients could be substituted. Moreover, Rung has spent months practising this, between meetings, and now, he's rather good at it - he always was good at following instructions and handling delicate objects.

So, your Christmas brunch is courtesy of Rung, and you make sure to tell him how delicious everything is, kissing him afterwards so he might get a taste of the wonderful meal he's made as his arms wrap around you and he presses you against the dining table.

Later, after a long, and frankly heated make-out session, you present him with his gift. It's a model ship of the only one missing from his collection - the Lost Light itself. His eyes light up when he sees it, all ready to be put together.

That afternoon, the two of you sit together and start building the miniature, all while listening to Christmas music which plays serenely in the background.

Megatron

Megatron is staring at you quite intensely. If you weren't used to him, you might think he was glaring at you.

Still, you feel like you might have done something wrong or that he hates your gift to him. It was after all, rather personal, and Megatron isn't a huge fan of PDA.

The gift in question was a song. As it turned out, Nautica was something of a musical prodigy, so with her help, you had written a song about Megatron - She had composed the tune, while you wrote the lyrics.

You assumed that by involving another bot, Megatron felt exposed; it was entirely possible that he didn't like the idea of someone else singing about him or your relationship with him.

You couldn't be further from the truth.

The truth of the matter was that Megatron loved the song. You had poured your very soul into it, and it was so much more than he could have asked for.

... And in return, he had gotten you a gift basket. Soaps, shampoos, lotions - His research had led him to believe this was the social norm on Earth. He couldn't give you that now!

How would that look? You had given him a piece of your soul, and he got you L'oriel "because you're worth it."

No. It wasn't good enough.

"Excuse me a moment, I need to retrieve something from my hab-suite," Megatron said coolly, before leaving you.

You deflated, feeling that all was lost, especially since Megatron took a good thirty minutes to return.

Yet, when he came back, he held out a datapad for you, mumbling an apology that it wasn't wrapped.

You swallowed nervously when he wouldn't meet your eye, and then you took the present reverently.

You flicked on the screen and found it open in a folder - "(Y/N)'s Poetry."

There were well over a hundred entries, all of them dedicated to you.

'The Radiance of a Smile', 'Promises of Forever', and 'Forgiveness of the Past', were just a few at the top of the list. Even more surprising was the fact that a great many of them were written before the two of you began dating. When you looked at the earlier entries, you saw how Megatron's feelings towards you had come about and evolved into something more.

You were speechless, yet on your face, Megatron was pleased to see that you knew how he felt for you, and that your love for him was just as much of a weight, though it was one you were glad to bear.

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I was craving some tooth-rotting sweet mettatenna holding each other 🤧