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Hii! Im the annon that made the mcsm request of Isa...yes, it did reach me thanks to the fact that I had my notifications on to ur blog

First and for most I would like to thank you so much for fufilling my request! I really enjoyed reading it and Im truly gratefull!!

Second of all...dang, I must've requested it a long time ago...I even 4got about it, untill I read the request and was like:"HEYYY THATS MEEE....OOOOOO I REMEMBER THE OBSESSIONN I HAD AT THE TIMEEEE...*sigh* I miss that period". Must have been quite a few months huh?😭

Well, thats all I wanted to say! I really loved the story and Im so happy you actually did it!

....just in case, I had to ask- would it be too much trouble if I made another request?

you have my notifs on?? oooouuuu

ALSO YES 😭 i think it was back in december last year that i started writing it eurrrghhh goes to show how long an ask can be answered — my bad truly 😩

YEAH THE MCSM OBSESSION DHDHSJEJRJ i miss it so much tooo duude,,, and thank you for your lovely message heheehe! ❣️❣️

and ofc! feel free to send me anything anytime! this time i'll do my best not to take forever 🫡

[yan-randomfandom]

OMGGGG YOU WRITE FOR MINECRAFT STORY MODE???

Yes. Just yes.

Ok so, I would really like to make a request and please tell me Im not the only one who thought about this

Could I pretty please with cherry on top get yan!Isa, the founder of the floating island, with a darling that is from another world but has the powers to make plants/crops/fruit trees/idk grow? I feel like this would be really important for the civillians yet darling refuses to stay there due to getting there by mistake.

Yandere!Isa x Earth Mage!Reader

a/n; YES. mcsm is the best 😭 your idea is so 🧑‍🍳💋 ALSO IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG... hoping this gets back to you somehow anon🫡

— 🌴

Finally reaching the seemingly floating island, you gracefully hopped off the tree branch.

The air was noticeably thick, or thin, you can't pinpoint exactly—just different. With storming questions in your mind, you dusted off your clothes, looking around the area in awe. It's unapologetically more sophisticated than your own world.

You could only hope the people here are friendly—

An awkward cough.

Your eyes flickered over to two people in golden uniform who stared at you with widened eyes, frozen at their place. Their gaze went back and forth between you and the long, long, long tree behind you.

"Oh, hi!" you beamed promptly, waving a hand. "By any chance, do you—"

— 👑

"—really expect me to believe your falsity?"

You made a face.

The founder—that's what they keep calling her—sat before you in her gold throne. An eyebrow of hers quietly raised at your expression. She looked utterly intimidating and calculating, but at the same time, really pretty??

"I mean," you winced, "I technically didn't build. Even if I did, why is building against the law anyway? That's gotta be the most absurd part of this whole thing, even more than the fact that I went through a portal."

...

They stared at you like you grew a second head. At this point, you wouldn't even be surprised if you did.

— 🫐

"...It can't be," the founder mumured.

You plucked a sweet berry from the bush that you conjured, a proud smile on your face. "But it is," you offer the berry to her, "here, see?"

The woman stared with a completely lost, puzzled look. No, she didn't believe it. This must be some sort of trick.

It should not be possible that a person can just... summon nature out of nowhere! In such a worryingly fast pace too!

Out of pure curiosity, she couldn't help but reach for the bush, and before you could stop her—she let out a startled yelp.

A glare was sent your way, her eyes twitching from the sharp pain. "I knew it! You're just trying to—"

"Woah there! These have sharp thorns so please be careful," you interrupted, taking her hand in yours. She was too shocked that you'd do such an act so she remained still. "Just a little prick, nothing we can't handle."

You raised your gaze over to her, smiling ever so gently. She couldn't help but linger her gaze over your face more than necessary.

— 🧹

"I was raised by a witch. Well, I grew up where witches are dominant, I guess," you said, making sure the chicken, the Eversource, stays comfortable in your arms. "I'm not the only magic user there. Although others have water, thunder, and all that power stuff."

"You must miss them."

You fidgeted. "...I do."

"Then," the founder coughed. "So you have the nature type of magic."

"Sure." You lifted the chicken, who kept moving her head to stare at you in curiosity. "Hi."

"Benedict," the founder said. "Her name is Benedict."

You couldn't stop a smile. "Benedict? What a silly name. I've never heard of magic chickens before, but this seems fitting, so I like it."

Benedict tilted her head at you. You mirrored her gesture, then glanced at the founder who simply watched your actions.

You cleared your throat. "...What about you?"

It was the founder's turn to tilt her head. "Me?"

"You already know my name. What's your name? Uh, your majesty."

She paused. Wait, are you being rude right now? Shiiii. You have never seen actual royals before—

"...Please, call me Isa."

Oh. You turned to her with a soft smile. "That's a nice name, Isa."

Isa smiled back. "I believe you're the only one who has ever actually asked for my name."

Putting Benedict down, you choked as you heard her words. "What?!"

— 🐔

You rested your arms on the balcony rails, huffing out a sigh. The endless clouds in the dark sky—a forever void, as Isa described. The wind was gentle, brushing over your clothes.

For some reason, a part of you wanted to believe there is land under. But would you risk it? You were in an entirely different world.. you didn't know where you are. Not even knowledge from your original world could help you now.

"Penny for your thoughts, my dear?"

The Founder—Isa stepped beside you, offering you a small, comforting smile. Funny how you went from almost getting arrested for the rest of your life, to becoming friends with her.

You tried to smile back. Unfortunately, the emotional weight pulled down your lips too much.

"It must have been hard."

Isa bristled. "Pardon?"

"Forgive me if I touch a sensitive topic, but... limited resources? And you built the island from nothing... to your people's everything," you said, resting a cheek on your palm. "Just you and Benedict against the world."

You glanced at her. She looked shocked, flustered, her jaw open. You paused, face burning as you frantically deny with your hands.

"Shoot. Sorry. I didn't— mean— I'm not trying to assume—"

Isa didn't reply. She kept staring at you, and with each passing moment, her eyes turn more and more glossy.

You inhaled. "Look, I just meant— respect and honor— kudos! Aw, dang it."

"No," Isa mumbled. "I understand. Thank you."

A tear ran down her cheek. You stared at her for a little, then raised your hand, waiting for any signal of rejection, before wiping the wet stain away.

"I should be thanking you," you smiled. Her skin is warm. "So, thank you. I'll help you in anyway I can with my powers."

— 🌳

"More oak trees it is!"

You raised your arms, willing and asking permission from the earth to grow tall trees. As such, a sapling popped out and it swiftly went through all the stages until you drop your arms.

Oak trees stood tall in a disciplined line, gently swaying in the wind. Huh. You're kind of proud this.

"Excellent work," Isa cheered, clapping her hands. "I honor your efforts. You may take a break."

You giggled, falling on your chair with a plop. Or more like collapsing. Your powers drain everything from you. "No problem, your highness. I can do this all day!" No, you can't.

The lovely woman offered you a smile before walking away, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

...

Could you do this all day? Obviously you can't but—

All week? All month? All year?

It's been two weeks since you've stumbled upon here. No hints of any portal that can help you home.

You sinked deeper into the folding chair. Sure, your whole time here had been immensely enjoyable, but you still had a home to. The witch who raised you all on her own must be worried sick. Hah. You missed her.

You had to tell Isa about this. Maybe she could help.

— ⏳

"Isa?"

She hadn't responded yet.

Deadly silent, if anything. You couldn't even see her face with her back turned to you. The whole time you explained your situation, she hadn't turned around once. You chalked it up to her being the founder and all that—of course she has more important matters to attend to.

You glanced at the door. "I'm sorry. I can go back another time. I really don't mean to bother you."

Even though it was too late, you already told her your concerns. Initially, though, she told you it was fine, but the more you talked, the more she got distracted.

...But only because of the ugly, devastating knot forming in the pit of Isa's stomach that only grew bigger the more you talked. She couldn't shake it off, she heaved, a mix of fear and desperation rushing to her.

Isa didn't even know if she was angry for the needs of her people, or for the need for herself. The line was too blurry.

So, when she finally turned around, her expression caught you off-guard. Brows furrowed, teeth clenched, hands closed. The expression disappeared as soon as you saw it.

"I understand," replied Isa. "I will help you find the portal."

...

The Founder already knew there was no portal. Everything here — she built it from scratch. Nothing about a portal.

Now, under her island? Even if you suggest trying to go down from there?

Absolutely not.

There's nothing. Nothing to see, nothing to find, nothing that exists.

You believe her anyway.

... Until the day you don't.

— i miss mcsm

[yan-randomfandom]

Agent Washington & GN!Reader

summary; you suddenly decide to kickstart an independent life without Washington.... sorta... this is before he met the reds n blues

a/n; this whole fic is just a hamilton reference sry and it consists of confused wash n idiot reader

— 🌊

"It must be nice to have Washington on your side."

You pause. "Excuse me? Is that... a Hamilton reference?"

"Maybe," the soldier says, leveling his weapon at you. You catch your breath in your throat. "Shame you won’t live long enough to find out."

"Wait—!"

A gun goes off.

Looking up, you see Agent Washington standing above you, wielding a rifle. He huffs and gestures with his head. "Come on! I think that's the last of them!"

You blink at him. Holy fucking shit that guy was actually onto something.

...

...

"Wash, I quit."

The agent completely freezes in his armor. He doesn't even do that little idle movement he always does—he looks like an ice statue.

"Uh. What?"

You shut your luggage with a click. "I said I quit. And it was a Hamilton reference. And that guy was right!"

Wash firmly settles his hands on top of your suitcase. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I was out of bullets," you mutter, halfheartedly pulling your belongings under his weight. You meet his visor with a twinge of cringe. "Should have aimed my pistol at the sky while we were at it. Real bummer, right?"

His hands insist on being in the same place. "What? Hold on. What do you mean you quit? You already packed? Wait, are you leaving now? I'm so confused!"

You sigh, resting your hands on his and gently squeezing. "I'm sorry, Wash. This hurts me more than it hurts you. I depend on you too much! I need to see the world and find myself. You know, live, laugh, love and stuff."

He sputters and stumbles over his words, and you're too sad and occupied to even try and understand them. "Wha— Depend on me too much? Hurts, you more?? What are you saying???"

"Exactly," you sniff, lifting your hands together. You smile at him bittersweetly. "I'm nothing without you. That's the bad thing. You're an entire freelancer, and I'm some kind of sidekick. Like, a freelancer outside of freelancer or something. I'm sorry but I can't live, laugh, love in these conditions. I have to go, Wash. I'll come back when I do."

Wash falters. "You're leaving just like that? You should have talked to me first."

...

You frown behind your helm. "You're sadder than I thought you'd be."

"Of course I am," he says, his voice cracking. "You're my only friend."

A sudden realization dawns on you, and you violently cough. "Nevermind. Guess I'm not quitting."

"Y-You're not?"

You open your luggage with a newfound perspective on life. "No. You're crazy if you think I'm gonna leave you after everything."

"But you were—"

"Sshh."

Stepping closer to Wash, you clink your helmet fangs between his like a puzzle.

...

... "I was planning to do another Hamilton reference but I ran out of ide— "

"Ssshhhh."

—

gonna run off with the hc where helmets being pressed together is a gesture of affection

ALSO if you're confused wtf just happened, yeah me too,,, i made this fic ONLY bcuz of the first few lines... the 'read more' is a bonus

AND PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE IN ANY WAY 😭😭 I DONT MEAN TO

[yan-randomfandom]

shockwave's blindspot but it's with his totally not favorite human

he's like a evil big confused robot bunny me thinks

[yan-randomfandom]

MASTERLIST II

Part 2: 1/20/2025 - ...

Click on Keep Reading to see the list of everything I've done under their respective media!

STATUS: ONGOING.

[ML I]

— 🤖🪖

Extra Deets for Me: Transformers →

DICTIONARY:

Y - Yandere

P - Platonic (familial/friendly) — can also be &

H - Headcanons

SS - Short Story

C - Crumbs (draft, discussion)

D - Drabble

F - Female

Unless stated otherwise, the Reader (You) is Gender Neutral (GN).

NOTE: Please tell me if a link isn't working..... sniff

Transformers

Obsessed!Ratbat x Human!Reader SS.

Beachcomber & Reader SS.

Bruticus & Mech!Neutral!Reader SS.

Optimus Prime & Human!Reader SS.

Y!Ratchet x Human!Reader SS.

Red vs. Blue

Agent Washington & GN!Reader SS.

Minecraft Story Mode

🌀 Miscellaneous

Y!The Founder (Isa) x Earth Mage!Reader SS.

Abominable — Y!Dr. Zara x Reader SS.

Tinkerbell — Y!Nyx x Scoutfairy!Reader H.

hoping to write more ofc (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

[yan-randomfandom]

Yandere!Ratchet x GN!Reader

summary: small drabble of Ratchet freaking out about your human lifespan :p

a/n; CHUNNKEEEYYYY!!!

— 🚑 [cw: prejudicial thoughts]

The thought of you unconditionally, overwhelmingly sparks his spark. An entirely different concept compared to how Ratchet felt about the kids.

A burst of wonderful, adoring emotions fill him to the brink—it almost hinders his ability to function. Not that he realizes that.

"An old man picked up my wallet today."

Legs idly swinging over the edge, you watch as Ratchet taps on his control panel, absentmindedly nodding his head to your words. "Uh-huh."

Despite his lack of interest, you continue, wanting to vent about your day. You're used to this behavior anyway; you know he always listens. "I thought he stole it at first. I mean, I turn around and some guy is holding my wallet. Haha, but we made up quickly. It was just a misunderstanding. He was so sweet."

Ratchet shuffles over to you. He begins to do some tech things that you fear you will never understand. You reach a foot to lightly tap his armplate. He offers no reaction.

You smile. "Wanna know my first thought when we talked?"

"...What would that be?" he murmurs, his words smudged over the whisper.

"I found his voice sounding like you." With your rather cheery words, Ratchet pauses, his gaze lingering over you much more than usual. "Caught me off guard and all. Then, I imagined, what if that old man was you as a human? But nah. Sure, he sounds like you, but his fashion wasn't you. In my most humble opinion, of course."

You're yapping now—you know that. Ratchet even stopped trying to understand you a few kliks ago, returning to his own devices. Not that you mind.

"Ratchet, you're old," you say bluntly, earning a whip of a bewildered expression from him.

He grunts. "I may be rusty but—"

"No, sweetie, I meant—you're a million years old," you grimace, letting your head fall. "I can't even imagine living that long." Especially if a long period of that time was nothing but war.

A few moments of hanging silence. Ratchet lets his optics shift from you back to his work, sighing as the weight of choosing you this time settles on him.

"What is this about?" he softly asks, approaching your side, careful with the volume of his footsteps.

Suddenly, you chuckle, startling him. The mech scrunched his faceplate in confusion. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about the kids. To them, I'm so much older—but compared to you Autobots, I'm basically nothing."

"Nothing?" Ratchet repeats with a furrow.

"I don't mean it in a bad way. Just realizing that one day, I'll grow old, like you—but much, much quicker," you say with a weak smile. "We humans only live for about a hundred years, and that's if you're lucky."

Your word and your tone strangely crawl into Ratchet's spark with incomprehensible devastation. Earth years are in a different timezone from Cybertronian standards; that in itself is a tragically distant line.

"Your species is fragile," the medic mutters, his optics glancing slowly over your figure. "Small. Organic. Squishy. One step and you're dead."

Helplessly, you snicker, unable to feel not offended. "And your species... Big. Metal. Tough. You guys probably live long enough to watch a sun die."

"I have, in fact," he murmurs, almost nonchalantly, "twice."

You blink. "Wow, Ratch, I have deep respect for you. Mm. Everyone does. It must have been hard."

He's just staring at you. Tilting your head, you make a look. He returns it with a look of his own. "See, I may not show it, but for your lifespan... I believe my respect runs far deeper than yours."

"Yeah?" you gasp. "Ratchet, you're actually—"

Ratchet stops listening to you after that. It's the usual—albeit annoying—teasing about him being indifferent to humans in general. Halfheartedly, he is listening, with you being the only noise in the headquarters, but his mind wanders somewhere else.

He has witnessed many sparks fall.

Even then, for a long, long time, they stay as his company. Valued memories that are never lost to his repository. Honorable contributions that are still relevant to this day. A mark that has never left both the Autobots and the Decepticons.

But you?

You're a human.

It could so happen that after one recharge, you'd be gone.

As if nothing ever happened. Just like the rest of the others who died.

Blue eyelights start to tremble the longer they stare at you. So full of life. A voice so new and refreshing. Ratchet hates to admit it—he's grown deeply fond of you and the kids.

"Now I guess I have to make you free of humans," you snicker, standing up and brushing off your clothes. "It's getting late anyway. Thanks for having me."

... What? Are you leaving?

The thought weighs on Ratchet, swelling like pressure inside his chassis. Like an hourglass with sand that falls and falls. The farther you are, the less time remains.

He watches blankly as you take a step. And another. Then carefully down the stairs.

Until you're walking straight to the exit. "I think I'll tell Raf tomorrow too—"

CLANG.

A powerful thud from Ratchet's pede slams into the ground, knocking you over with the sudden tremor. You grunt as you set a hand on his ankle for support. "Woah! Ratchet! What the hell?"

As you lift your head, your eyes meet an expression you've never seen Ratchet in before—you can't describe it. Disturbed? Apprehension? Fear? Hysteria? He's not saying anything. Engines are running louder than usual. Not bothering to move the colossal mech foot in front of your body.

"Ratchet?" you frown. "Are you okay?"

"Don't leave."

The words were so quiet. Almost pleading. You wait patiently. But he doesn't say anything else.

"...Is something wrong?" you urge.

Much to your dismay, he doesn't answer immediately. His eyelights shift.

"Mh—A report came in. Decepticons... They're moving. It would be safer for you to stay a little longer."

...

"...Okay. I trust you."

Maybe you imagined it—but for a moment, it looked like he sighed with nothing less than relief.

It's dangerous, anyway. It's dangerous. It's dangerous. It's dangerous.

— "Stay."

— "I'm not going anywhere."

— False.

[yan-randomfandom]

happy pride month btw LOVE IS LOE

🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈❤️🧡💛💙💚🩵💜

[yan-randomfandom]

What is he eating ❓️❔️

[yan-randomfandom]

،، a penny for your thoughts ”

𐦍 🍒 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🪼 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𐦍 𐦍 🍒 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🪼 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𐦍

a snapshot into every character's yandere tendencies ⛃

Blood Gulch Chronicles ― 3 characters per team ―

Yandere Blue Team 𐦍 Lavernius Tucker, Leonard L. Church, Michael J. Caboose

cw(s): yandere themes, possible violation of boundaries, violence (towards other characters), kidnapping, self-hatred (characters), poor emotional regulation and taking that out on reader, delusions

Yandere Red Team 𐦍 Dexter Grif, Franklin Delano Donut, Richard "Dick" Simmons

cw(s): yandere themes, self-hatred (characters), tampering with reader's food, violence (towards other characters), manipulation, possible violation of reader's boundaries, explotation of reader's insecurities, isolation

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛. 🅣🅤🅒🅚🅔🅡

One phrase. Five syllables.

Bow-Chica-Bow-Wow

Yeah, you're going to regret catching his attention. He's a major flirt, and it's obvious he has the hots for you. You just don't realize how hot he is for you. He's so hot for you that he could set Blood Gulch to a crisp.

His obsession isn't violent (usually), but it is violating. What are boundaries? Baby, he's never heard of them. While he'll never cross a line too great that it'll kill the mood, he will smooth over some in the sand and act as if they never existed.

He is prone to being incredibly competitive for your attention. He'll shove Caboose or shut Church down with a snarky remark to get the attention back on him. He's quite intimidated by Tex and feels inadequate compared to her, so he'll definitely steer you away from her. No worries! She hates everyone. Haha, right...?

Pray to the skies above that you aren't on Red Team. He isn't above kidnapping you or trying to kidnap you to their side. If anything, he's somehow worse if you're his enemy. He's just really into enemies-to-lovers shit. Like, he will throw himself at you while you are actively trying to murk him. He can't exactly find flowers in the Gulch, so he'll have to take one from the Caboose playbook. He throws pretty rocks at you and hopes that you won't try to shoot at him.

Maybe he'll even tempt you with their flag? Is that something you're interested in? He isn't against waving it in your face and having you chase him so Caboose can tackle you and Blue Team can take you "hostage." (Are you really a hostage if Tucker is basically letting you walk around their base unsupervised? You can't leave, but like why would you want to go back to the stupid Red Team anyway?)

If all else fails, he has a secret weapon, because as we all know―you can pick up chicks (gender-neutral) in a tank.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛. 🅒🅗🅤🅡🅒🅗

Great.

He's fucking in love with you. What kind of bullshit is this? He doesn't understand why he's so angry about it. It's like there's this- lack of something in him, and you fulfill that. He can't stand how vulnerable he feels around you.

His chest just feels so heavy. It's like someone shoved a boulder on top of him (or someone shot him with a tank and he could no longer breathe-). It feels like you did something to him. Did you cast a spell on him? No, that's asinine. He can rationalize it, but when he doesn't understand something, he just becomes mean.

He's really just a moody bitch to you. But if anyone else tries to bitch at you, especially Tex, he'll get incredibly riled up. His composure will be out the base window. He's ready to not just throw hands, but shoot someone in the fucking face.

And then he hears your voice, and he's grounded again. There's a moment of hesitation, and he's just his regular level of pissy again.

You definitely think he hates you more than the others. Yet, you get privileges they don't.

If you get hurt, he's barking at Doc to do his job. He'll carry you if he needs to. Your protection is always his number one priority. Those dirty reds, or his damned teammates' incompetence, won't hurt you, not even just a little.

He'll make you take the time to get your shit together. Having a bad day? He's sidelining you and saying how useless you are. You'll only be more useless, a dead weight to them, if you're on duty that day.

He'll even give you the better parts of whatever passes as food that was shipped to them. If you bring it up, he'll tell you to stop being ungrateful. It must've just been some clerical error. If it keeps happening, then just keep your mouth shut and be happy about it.

...

He loves seeing you smile when you pull your visor up or take your helmet off. It's a rare but welcome sight. It makes him melt; his systems malfunction. He'd re-kill himself and off everyone in the Gulch if it made you smile.

Also, Ghost Church will possess you. He just wants to know what your body feels like. It's so cozy being inside you. You're like the sunshine, and he's a cat that just wants to lie under it and be at peace.

He... cares about you. Don't leave him. Please?

🅨🅐🅝. 🅜. 🅒🅐🅑🅞🅞🅢🅔

He doesn't understand what a yandere is. Don't try to explain it to him. He'll take it as a compliment and only hear the good bits. Having Caboose as a yandere has you doing many things you didn't think you'd be doing, like keeping a dictionary on hand and learning de-escalation techniques.

He sees his feelings as love and in the most pure-hearted way possible. You just make him feel really fuzzy inside. He can barely breathe inside his helmet, and his body's shaking with excitement. He just can't seem to leave you alone. All these bad thoughts swirl in his head when he's separated from you. :(

It doesn't matter what team you are on! He'll love you nonetheless. If you're a red, then you're the "nice red one." If you're a blue, like him, then you're the "bestest blue one."

Do you think shooting at him will do anything? This must be a fun game he hasn't heard of before! Or—maybe it's your way of confessing! Church is bad with words, but he and Caboose are very good friends. Clearly, you have the same problem: you're bad at emotions. That's okay. Sometimes words are hard for him too. He gets the message loud and clear; you want to be Caboose's forever bestie.

Delusional to the core he is. If you're really persistent in rejecting him, then he'll become dejected and mop around like a depressed dog. Eventually, he'll realize that he just has to try harder. Or maybe you were having a bad day and didn't mean it! Were you manipulated by the mean reds? Of course, that's what it is! Why couldn't he see the simple truth before?

You're his best friend; Church is his 2nd best friend .ᐟ

🅨🅐🅝. 🅓. 🅖🅡🅘🅕

Oh? You're gonna hate him too. Everyone does. That's just his part on the team: "the guy you love to hate." But maybe you're the one person who doesn't hate him. Maybe that's enough to make him fall in love.

He depends on your validation. He isn't looking to Sarge; he's looking at you. You don't need to see his eyes to know they're big and sad. If you call him a good boy, then he instantly perks up. It's something he's insulted for, but he sees it as a badge of honor. Pat his head, and he may pretend to be irritated, but he's really just overwhelmed with a sense of satisfaction in himself. (Red Team sees you as a way to get Grif to do actual work.)

He still tries to act nonchalant about it. Whatever. He can stand your presence. It isn't like he's obsessed with you or anything. Yeah. Totally not. He covers his feelings with his usual attitude because it's much easier than expressing them.

He knows he isn't the greatest, but he feels like that shouldn't matter. It isn't a crime to like to eat and laze around! In fact, he'll try to tempt you into his ways. Come on, it's just a little fun. Who cares if Sarge gets mad at you for slacking off? Sarge will blame Grif, not you, and Grif can handle it.

He'll sneak you his precious snacks. Maybe they have something extra in them that he added, but you don't have to know that. It's just a subtle way of marking you. And boy, does he love that. When you do anything he does, that means you belong to him—obviously. It's showing that he's the greatest influence on you. That may or may not be a good thing, but Grif couldn't care less if he's a good role model. He just wants you.

He's a good hype man. He's really a laid-back yandere, but when it comes to supporting you? He's up to level eleven on the hype scale. You're perfect. You're like a literal god(dess). How could you not love yourself? He's nearly genuinely dumbfounded to hear that you have insecurities. Pfft, those stupid little thoughts in your head mean absolutely nothing. Come and take a nap with him. He'll cuddle you and kiss it all better. (Don't, under any circumstances, tell anyone that he's such a softie for you. He will vehemently deny it as he's actively snuggling you.)

🅨🅐🅝. 🅕. 🅓🅞🅝🅤🅣

Donut is dough in your hands.

Shape him. Mold him. Put him in an oven and watch him get firm with a nice hole in the middle. ᡣ𐭩

Really, though. He's more of what I would consider a chameleon yandere. He's incredibly intense, but in a way that suits who you are.

Like if you're touch-starved, he'll be really, really, really clingy, and you'll perceive that as normal.

If you have abandonment issues, then he'll be loyal Private Donut for you.

He's incredibly skilled at passing off his unhealthy behavior as normal to you because, at the end of the day, we all have insecurities, and he will make sure you feel secure in that way so he can go further with his obsessiveness.

He's just so nice and unassuming. You don't expect that from a guy like him.

He's 1,000% an intrusive question asker. He'll immediately apologize if he crosses a line, but he won't stop asking questions. You can belittle him, but he'll continue to pester you. He just needs (wants) to know everything about you!

He's just curious. You're his teammate.

There's nothing wrong with that...

It helps him understand you and your needs better, which helps him become your perfect partner! They say don't change who you are to be with someone you love. But Donut is who he is because he loves you. He's nothing without you.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅡. 🅢🅘🅜🅜🅞🅝🅢

You think he's a kiss-ass for Sarge? Simmons will kiss the ground you stand on. Yes, it's embarrassing. Yes, it's kind of pathetic. You're just that special to him.

You tell him something, and he is sat. He'll agree and nod along. As long as you are paying attention to him, he doesn't care. He has an air of superiority when it comes to receiving your consideration. He does get jealous, but he thinks of himself as more worthy of your love. If you indicate that you prefer someone over him, then his urge to discredit and sabotage that person surfaces.

Manipulation is his strong point.

He's wrapped around your finger, but he has to make sure that he's able to maintain his place there. He cares about his teammates. He doesn't want to kill them. But to destroy their image in your eyes? That is something he is more than willing to do.

He'll make you feel isolated. He's the only one you have―the only one you can count on. He's loyal to the end. There is no need to doubt him or his actions.

He'll take care of you,

no matter the cost.

[yan-randomfandom]

after all these years.... maybe they'd hate/annoy each other UNTILLLL past RB finally understands you

i dunno, something about present RB spending millennia under soundwave's and megatron's command .... there are no more concerns or power.... just kisses and bonding🥀

i just want to see him suffer 🥰🥰 (+excuse to draw him talking to his past self lmaoaoao)

@yan-randomfandom do you think past him would be pissed if he found out present him rn is in fact, not really in trying hard to manipulate (excluding attempts on gain more of your affection) and is lowkey obsessed. or would he be just flabbergasted as hell but slowly kinda gets it....

[yan-randomfandom]

a canvas of the the @cheschesterpossum 's CITF au primes

I love drawing alpha trion & zeta lol 😭🤍

They all have big bug ahh stares as sparklings also if you give only one of the primes a energon or regular lolipop (or a high five. Or helm pats.) It is now an obligation for you to give the rest one too (Blame liege maximo for starting this first)

Cough. Let's be a lil real. It's because the primes subconsiously inherited his own attachment too 👹

[yan-randomfandom]

Does Senator Ratbat has fangs? Can't see it clearly in the comics cause of my poor eyesight 💔💔💔 but I'd like to believe that he has fangs since like he's a bat and all.

He can bite my neck- WHO SAID THAT, DEF NOT ME

Unfortunately i don't think he has fangs in the comics 😔😔💔💔 BUT YES IT'S A FITTING TRAIT FOR HIMM!!!

you'd caught him once leaning in sooo suspicously close and he immediately jolts upright. totally not staring at the side of your neck or anythingg.. nawhh. *cough*

Hmm when still in cassette form, ratbat 100% would nibble you, not enough to hurt but enough to make you pay attention to him again, like nibbling on your sleeves or knuckles and chirping whenever you're too busy/typing too long & ignoring him 😖😖

[yan-randomfandom]

summary: After the chaos, the war, the downfall—Optimus Prime settles down with a human for a small chat. ANGST!!

a/n; ts is me dealing w academic stress, i listened to The Winner Is... by DeVotchKa on loop while writing this -- not proofread, very self indulgent

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They won.

The Decepticons achieved what they wanted.

—Lo and behold, the final living Prime, Optimus, and the final Autobot, who is but moments from the waning of his restless spark. Forsaken and abandoned underneath the rubble, the destruction of Earth surrounds his decaying body, over and under and—

"Optimus?"

A small voice. The gnawing quiet is more than enough for such a low call to be heard. Howbeit, Optimus Prime always listens.

But he feels as if he cannot speak. Cannot move. Cannot see. Baby blue optics diminishing with each passing second. His frame, panels, and seams—beaten down mercilessly by gray hands that presently haunted him with their lingering, bitter touch. Almost painful. Almost.

"Optimus Prime."

The voice repeats. Much more firm, this time, but gentle all the same. Prime finally realizes — this soul is unfamiliar. He does not recognize the sound, the pitch, the tone, the spark. They — They cannot be Primus, could they? One of the 13 Primes, perhaps? Has he finally —

"That's what he called you. I hope that's okay," they mutter, a meek crack in their voice.

Ah. That is a human being.

Strange.

But miraculous.

A human still stands.

His spark flickers delicately.

Optimus wants to move.

"You failed," the human says oh-so-quietly, as if they did not want him to hear — but he does, anyway. They are the only thing he is paying attention to now. "My family... friends... humanity... gone. Earth is nothing now."

And yet, his grave will be the Earth.

"...I'm dying, too."

Upon those words, his optics forcibly brightens. He is still functioning — maybe he can still — the last of the human race — he can — he must — he needs —

"Optimus, stop. I can see you struggling. Just... stop," they sigh. Defeated.

He cannot —

"It's not your fault, Optimus. I'm not blaming you. Not at all. Never."

His engine whirrs so, so weakly.

"Orion."

It was not the human who spoke.

"Orion Pax." His voice sounds, creaking and strained, from the core of his spark. Close to incomprehensible.

A patient pause.

"Orion," the human repeats. "Orion Pax. Thank you."

". . . 'sorry."

"I understand that you mean that. Thank you."

He does not respond.

"Thank you."

"..."

"..."

...

—

btw my bad if this is lowkey ahh my tears blurred the words i couldn't see wtf i was writing

also i imagine the human bleeding stuck under a fallen building 🤩🤪

and i know it's unlikely to have megatron not BE there with optimus as he dies but let's imagine that he doesn't even ACTUALLY want to watch him die but idk LMAO

[yan-randomfandom]

NAUUURRRRRR CUZ if he does go home, imagine pairing this up with the same night when you smooch him all over HIS FACEEEEE

aurrghhh ur in too deep ratbat .... too far too deep ....... . ... ... ... . . im so sorry 🫡 more refills, gentlemech? 🥂

I think i just want to draw him blushing? (ﾉω･｀o) @yan-randomfandom

No, he is not brooding. Just in very Deep Thoughts™, he reeally doesn't need you to see him like this..

The bartender bot only slides another fill wordlessly. Ratbat lifts his drink, barely catching his own yellow optics and expression in the reflection of the drink. Still sharp, but now softening on the edges.

His jaw tighten a little and he held the drink tighter. Before- clink the cube meets his dermas.

Just one more, and he'd go home after.

Maybe.

ough (>_>)

[yan-randomfandom]

WAIT THE OTHER DAY I ACTUALLY

so cute . . .. .. cute .. cutieful .. ratbat deserves all the kisses 😭 the way he's just standing there 😭 AAHSHRJSJJSE FLUSTERED EPXRESION TOO HELL YEHA cuteness aggression is getting me agAIN

Get smooched idiot

Give him a moment guys he's still pretty shooket

Like yeah he was just waiting for his human to come back from work while snuggling into the couch, optics dimming slightly and ears twitching because you said you'd be home now.. ratbat should be resting his processor, to save energy and all. but he still shifted around his spot on the couch with the minute passing by, couldn't still quite recharge without you. He hate to admit doing that has been a habit for some time now..

What he clearly didn't expect however was the door bursting open, but before he properly can react, you scooped him up making him squeak and-

mwah mwah mwahhhh!

... and then you fell asleep directly after the lipstick attack, dropped onto the couch, arms slightly still drapped over him. your bat friend is stunned frozen until the next morning.

@yan-randomfandom more lil love for ratbat-form◝(⁰▿⁰)◜🩷🩷

[yan-randomfandom]

Decepti-con mask

Believe him when he also thinks this will very much won't work. And it somehow does. By all means and purpose and weird dimensional breaking and deception-- it worked. (???) He is now internally panicking.

Will he immediately take it off though?

Absolutely not. I mean... if the universe allowed this, wouldn't hurt anyone to just continue it for just a little more right?