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TINYDEFECTOR! DROP ANOTHER INSECTICON FIC OR WRITTEN WORK AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!

(If you have the time and energy of course. Take care of yourself and be safe!)

Y'all asked for Insecticons get ready for Arcee and Insecticon reader as this for Kinktober for today and tomorrow as a two part piece becuase I wanted my wife to get some action and she deserves a Rebelled Colony of Insecticons.

This actually really made me want to make an Insecticon Oc so....

Kinktober day 4 Insecticons

TFP Arcee x Insecticon reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: pheromones, hormones, fingering, mating.

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Day 3

Day 5

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Arcee is out on a stealth mission investigating an Insecticon disturbances. Her sensors were on high alert as she moved through the tunnels of the mines. a set of optics linger on the blue autobot as she slinks around the old mine. But they stay out of view of the Autobot, following her movements. "You're not a very sneaky Autobot" they call out.

With a quick scan of the area, Arcee tried to pinpoint the source of the voice blasters drawn. She knew that if this was a Decepticon trap, she had to be prepared to defend herself at a moment's notice. 

As she continued to move cautiously through the dark tunnels, Arcee kept her optics sharp and her processor running at full speed, ready for whatever might come her way. She couldn't afford to let her guard down. 

They move along the roof of the mine quickly, disappearing before she can see them. "Where's your Team blue?" They ask, slinking back behind more rocks as they move further down the mine. Arcee's circuits buzz with a mix of concern and determination as she hears the mysterious figure taunting her about the absence of her team.

 She replies in a calm but firm voice, "My team is where they need to be, just like I am."

Despite the voice's attempts to unsettle her, Arcee focused on navigating the dark and treacherous mine. She couldn't let herself be distracted. 

They move swiftly, body slamming her into one of the walls of the mine before pinning her down. Arcee's systems flared with alarm as she was suddenly ambushed and pinned down by the mysterious figure. Despite her best efforts to defend herself, she found herself overpowered and at the mercy of her assailant. 

Bright green optics look down at her as their wings flicker making a low clicking noise. " You know better to sneak into places that aren't yours" they warn, in truth they didn't want to hurt her, but they couldn't say the same for others of the Rebelled hive.

Struggling against the force holding her down, Arcee tried to maintain her composure and assess her options. The warning from the figure only added to her unease, knowing that there were potentially more dangerous threats lurking in the shadows of the mine.

With a steely resolve in her voice, Arcee replied, "where's Arachnid, is she skulking around here" it came out more as a snarl as she spoke, Arcee's processors worked overtime. 

They let out a soft vent. "The hive has moved on. Arachnid has taken them, few of us have separated, taking these old mines as our burrows. The others dont like intruders, they will rip you apart if they find you" they warn, Their wings flutter again slightly but they don't make another move to try and attack, just keep her pinned. 

Another sound further down the mine makes their head snap towards the noise. Before tightening their holding her and moving swiftly with her pressed against their bulk. "Stay quiet" they chirp against her audial processor.

As they navigated the maze-like passages, Arcee remained on high alert, scanning for any signs of danger or potential threats. She knew that the Insecticons were formidable adversaries, and the one currently carrying her was a much larger one than she had dealt with before. 

 They drag her down into a rather tight burrow using their bulk to block out the view from any of the other Insecticons that move around. Arcee's spark pulsed with fear as she found herself dragged into the tight burrow, surrounded by the ominous sounds of the Insecticons communicating with each other. Despite the overwhelming odds against her.

Struggling against the figure holding her, Arcee fought back slightly, pushing against their bulk and trying to break free from their grasp. She knew that the Insecticons were dangerous adversaries, so she had to get out now. "Let me go!" Arcee growled. 

"Stop or i'll let them have you" They nearly snarl against her shoulder. Their clawed Servos pull her snuggle against their frame. Despite the other Insecticons displeased noises no one had attacked her. Their wings seem to almost wrap around her. Its only when the sweet scent emitting from the Insecticons have her frame relax and nearly melt into the one holding her she realises something is amidst.  

 Feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her, Arcee's usual reserve and caution seemed to slip away as she found pulled closer to their frame. "What... What are you doing to me?" she murmured, her voice much softer even as she still struggles.

They let a heavy rumble leave their chest as they watch the other Insecticons slowly disappear. " You little femme walked yourself into a Rebelled Insecticons Colony in the midst of trying to find a queen. Your frame is reacting to our pheromones" They finally explain while pulling her closer so the others couldn't have the blue Autobot.

Arcee's systems buzzed with a mix of alarm and realisation about the situation she had unwittingly stumbled into. a shiver ran down her spinal struts, Struggling to push back against the effects of the pheromones clouding her sensors and processor.

Despite the closeness of the Insecticon and the overwhelming scent clouding her thoughts, little whines leave her as her frame shakes from the intensity of the hormones.  

" the others, they would have you the moment i let you go" their antai move as they click and buzz softly. "They are watching, waiting for you to make a run for it" they move slightly keeping Arcee pinned against them. 

The warning about the other Insecticons waiting to pounce on her if she tried to escape sent a chill through her circuits, reminding her of the precarious situation she was in.

"I-I won't make a run for it," she forced out, her voice strained with effort as she tried to resist the allure of the pheromones.

They click again this time softer as they slowly release her, moving and repositioning her in the burrow. Running their mandibles against the side of her neck cables as they slot themself against her frame. "We wish to mate little femme, that is why our pheromones are affecting you "

The admission about their intentions to mate sent a surge of alarm bells off in her processor. "I... I, I'm an Autobot," Arcee managed to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to push back against the overwhelming sensations threatening to overwhelm her. 

" It hasn't stopped us before, why do you think the Decepticons and us were aligned for so long?One of theirs was once our Queen. We are a Rebelled Colony with no allies, little Femme we care not the alliance" they state, while pulling her further back into what looked like a rather soft little nest. Laying down with her gently grooming and tending to her as the effects take hold.

Lost in a haze of her systems pleading for more, for the con currently holding her to touch more of her plating. But the glowing optics of the others focusing on her sends cold dread through her frame. "Easy little Femme, I won't let them touch you unless you want them" they coo against her neck cables.

 The realisation that the Autobots were in desperate need of allies, even if it meant forging a tenuous alliance with the Rebelled Colony, sent a shiver down her frame.

Despite her reservations and the full fledged effects of the pheromones clouding her judgement, Arcee found herself surprisingly talkative under the influence of the Insecticons touch. "We... we need allies," she murmured, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath her usual stoicism.

As the Insecticons gentle ministries continued. "And we need a Queen little femme" they mumble, the buzzing from their frame has her trying to pull them closer. They lean into her, servos moving down her hip plating to her valve cover, lightly tracing it, as their digits move down as it snaps open, they watch her every reaction as her body begins reacting to their pheromones. Keening softly as he moves against their servo. 

Her voice trembling, Arcee managed to speak, her words tinged with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "I-I am not a Queen," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she tried to process the Insecticons words.

Their digits slowly press into her valve, working her open softly, scissoring her open. "We can change that sweet Femme" they hum softly, mandibles tracing her face and cables. Their other arm lifts her other leg giving themself more space between her thighs, Breathing in the scent of her.  

For an Insecticon they are rather gentle, even loving as they kiss her. She melts into each touch, optics blown wide as little moans and gasp leave her. A loud purr vibrates from their chest as they press closer to her. Digits tracing over her nodes and even running up her spike before plunging back into her valve. 

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[kierastransformerssideblog]

Anthony Cartwright is a 17-year-old human from the planet Earth. A brilliant inventor and a lover of robots and comic books, he often longed for adventure out of a desire to be useful. When the Transformers arrive on Earth due to a space bridge malfunction, he discovers and befriends Bumblebee, and gets the adventure he's longed for.

This is for my Transformers Artifacts Continuity.

[feild-null]

More people need to remember Hearts of Steel

Like seriously these designs are so cool. It’s such a silly concept but it’s done so well, the aesthetic and lore are just too cool

[transformers-synergize]

transformers synergize Chapter 2, pages 6-10

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So I moved. Everything is good now, but I had two days' notice before I had to move, so that made a whole mess, I couldn't draw for a while because my PC was not set up, so pages 6 and 7 were drawn at a different place than 8 9 and 10 . Hopefully, I can get a consistent schedule going, but I hope these few pages were worth the weight somewhat.

also, the next 5 pages will have actual dialog yippe

[novafire-is-thinking]

Transformers: Prime Decepticons - Hands

So, I was looking at hands, as one does when they’re bored, and I noticed a few things:

Every single ‘Con has claws, except Soundwave and Breakdown.

Megatron, Starscream, Shockwave, Dreadwing, Skyquake, Knockout, and Airachnid have 5 fingers.

Soundwave, Breakdown, Insecticons, Predaking, Darksteel, and Skylynx have 4 fingers.

Vehicons only have 3 fingers.

Predacon claws are flawless in form and aesthetic.

While I know Soundwave has spindly fingers for practical reasons, it’s the perfect symbolic representation of how he declawed himself for the sake of the Cause, giving up much of his power to follow Megatron.

Kudos to the character designers for crafting each Decepticon’s hands to match their function:

Megatron, Dreadwing, Skyquake: Sharp and wide for various combat situations

Soundwave: Thin and straight for work with computers and tech

Starscream: Light and “bony,” perfect for a flight frame

Shockwave, Knockout, and Airachnid: Sharp and delicate for scientific and/or medical work

Breakdown: Wide and blunt for brute force attacks

Vehicons: Useless

Insecticons: Wide and curved for digging and slashing

Predacons: Sharp with additional armor plating for evisceration (help I love this word so much)

The Autobots could only dream of having hands this masterfully crafted ✨

[drill-teeth-art]

MAKE SOME NOISE!!!

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I miss my two grumpy children and my happy baby bug

[swivelbot]

Sunstreaker: This is Bob, don’t worry, he’s homeless.

Rodimus: Don’t you mean harmless?

Sunstreaker: No, he can kill you, I’ve just given him shelter and chocolate milk.

[ralefaelle]

Please enjoy the G1 babies

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yes Insecticon valveplug comic,pls enjoy the meal

here

[smoothriverrocksrock]

Shockwave and his fucked up bug children

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Kinktober Day 5 - Group sex/ wet & messy

TFP Arcee x Insecticons

Heheheheh here's part two of my wife getting her a colony. Last thing for tonight because damn I'm tired but wanted to finish this and post it.

Day 4

Day 6

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Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: group sex, breeding, blow job, fingerings, oral, Laying eggs,

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Arcee's ventilations quickened as the Insecticons digits delicately pressed into her valve, coaxing her open with a soft touch that sent shivers down her frame. The offer to become their Queen and form an alliance hung in the air, a proposition that stirred a mix of fear and desire within her spark. 

Their digits press deeper into her, moving and working her open as transfluid leaks from her valve and spike. "That's it little femme, just relax" they coo. Their own interface panel sliding away as their spike pressurises.

Arcee's optics widened in a mixture of fear and apprehension. The sheer size and intensity of the impending interface filled her with a sense of unease, the realisation of what was to come sparking a primal instinct to flee. The pressure against her spike only heightened her anxiety, "Please... I-I don't know if I can handle this," Arcee's voice quivered, a tremor of fear lacing her words. 

 "It will fit," they hum, pulling their digits from her valve and moving to press her into the bedding as they hover over her, spike resting against her valve before they press in. Arcee's vocalizer emitted a string of fragmented words, her processor struggling to keep up with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her frame as they pulling her flush against them, elicited a sharp pain that jolted through her circuits, causing her to gasp in discomfort 

Another set of servos trace her faceplate making her optics snap to the other Insecticon who clicks softly. "Wait, wait, I-I don't know if I'm ready for this," Arcee's voice quivered, 

As the Insecticons spike pressed deeper making her plating move in discomfort. 

The unfamiliar sensation of the spike against the silica of her gestation chamber, sending a jolt of fear through her systems. The barbs of their spike lock her in place as she struggles against them, unable to get away. A few others move in gently holding her up enough as they watch her plating move "Easy, easy. The sensation will subside" they purr while slowly grinding their spike deeper. 

“she will be a perfect little queen for us” another states, mandibles brushing her face as they pull her into a kiss. a series of strained sounds leave her as she melts into the touch. 

Even more transfluid gushes from her, as the others nuzzle closely. Digits working her spike as she arches into each touch coolant running down her faceplate, whether from the pheromones, overstimulation or situation. She rocks her hips back against them making their spike press deeper into the chamber. 

 They slowly begin pumping a fluid into her chamber, it has Arcee keening and whining as it makes her systems meltdown, eager for more but at the same time screaming out for it to stop. "Tell us what you need little femme" another con click softly to her. 

 a series of desperate sounds leave her as she grabs hold of the one currently filling her to the brim. "I-I need... more," Arcee's voice trembled, the words barely audible amidst the whimpers and whines that escaped her. 

"More of what sweet one?" They rumble slowly pulling away as transfluid gushes from her,  she tries to grab them and pull them back but its another Insecticon which takes their place, leaning down to run their glossa against her spike and gushing valve, eagerly lapping up as much as they can. 

Her vocalizer, usually reserved and controlled, now spilled forth with a torrent of words, a mixture of desire and desperation. "More... more please, feel empty," Arcee's voice wavered, the plea laced with a hunger she had never known before. their insistent hums against her throat cables, stirred something primal within her, urging her to give in to the overwhelming pheromones. 

The others slowly move in, clicking and calling “easy little femme, relax we'll give you what you need” another coos. Servos traces up her frame as they kiss her, touch her and watch as she Withers as the other slowly thrust into her, another's mouth moved to her spike, sucking it slowly, Arcee erupted with a cascade of pleas and gasps. "Yes, yes, don't stop... please, fill me," she whimpered, her frame quivering against the small swarm gathered around her. 

She doesn't know how long she had been there or how many times they had taken her but when one of their spikes began to swell and lock in place, a sharp cry of pain escaped her vocalizer. frame tensing in confusion and uncertainty. "What's happening?" she exclaimed, hot vented air gushes from her as she struggles slightly against their hold. 

 Insecticon spoke softly. "Giving you your brood my queen" sent a shiver down Arcee’s spinal strut as her plating aches to accommodate. she managed to gasp out, As the first egg fill her gestation chamber. "It's too much... please," she cries out, her frame trembling with the strain of the sensation. 

"Shhh it won't hurt for long, we prepared you for this" they hum, as more eggs pump into her. Despite their attempts to soothe her, the relentless pumping of more eggs into her gestation chamber continued, each one adding to her distress and discomfort. 

As more eggs began to weigh her on her tank heavily Arcee's protests grew louder, her vocalizer filling the chamber with a cacophony of pleas and cries. "I can't... I can't take this," she cries out, her voice tinged with a sense of defeat and resignation. 

"Yes you can sweet Queen, we will look after you, almost finished " many of them coo at her whisperering praise as the litter kisses and licks against her. As the last egg is resting in her chamber the Insecticon pulls away, leaving others rush to her cooing and click as they lower her into the nest.

Body's pressed against her as they begin tending to her. Cleaning between her legs and bringing energon to her. "Rest, we will talk about your team once you have recharged" they coo softly. 

"Wait... my team," Arcee's voice quivered with apprehension, her optics wide with fear as they mentioned discussing her team once she had recharged. The thought of her team's safety in the hands of the Insecticons sent a wave of panic through her circuits, her worries bubbling to the surface in a torrent of words. "I need to know they're safe," she pleaded, her voice filled with a desperate urgency 

"They aren't here little queen, we will talk once you rest, and make sure you have fueled. If you wish to leave the nest we will follow" they state while others cuddle around her.

Arcee's spark fluttered with a mix of apprehension and unease as the Insecticons reassured her that her team was not present, urging her to rest and refuel before they would discuss further. 

But the gentle buzzing and warm embrace of the Insecticons as they cuddled around her offered a strange sense of comfort amidst the chaos of everything. She doesn't remember the last time she had energon this sweet nor being able to recharge so swiftly. 

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[transingthoseformers]

Do NOT let me try and puzzle out cybertronian taxonomy again, it will only end in frustration

... but I also want to though—

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Insecticons

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Featuring G1! Shrapnel, Bombshell and Kickback, smut/fluff/humor, CW: stretch marks fetish too(?), insect courting (goes with the mech I guess?), oral (receiving), the Insecticons do it like insects and you rock their world moving, Bombshell is into gore (caution).

Most wildlife on Earth are optic catching, sometimes colorful or dull, they have come to realize it is sometimes due to the species and the regulations of their environment or to attract a mate.

They've been on Earth for so long, they've seen it all and eaten it all, stripes and dots, wings and long legs, Kickback can't stop to compare those with the ones of his alt-mode, but also notices the lack of other patterns, he likes the stripes, for example, the way they look pretty and he has seen insects with them, shiny colors as they follow a possible mate around, flying and showing themselves to prove worthy of continuing their primitive organic coding.

He felt jealous, he won't lie about it, looking at the two things canoodling, immersed in their world, interfacing could be good, but Shrapnel is mean, he likes to zap him, and Bombshell would pluck out his wings in his version of foreplay.

So when he finds you he can hardly stop his antenna and wings from picking up at the sight of you. Suddenly understanding the reason cicadas sing at dusk, and male mantis let their female eat their head, his alt-mode may be a grass jumper, but his song makes your hands hold your little audials in distress, he promises to practice more when Shrapnel tells him to shut up. He should tell them, they are his partners, but he is also sure Shrapnel will try to steal you away, Bombshell, Primus no, he could cut you open to see how you worked from the inside.

Too much risk, it was better to see you on the outskirts of their hideout, where they wouldn't see you, and to get you away from any other Decepticon, oh, but if Autobots dared to see you he was promising to snap their helms from their frames, such is the insecticon’s way.

Not much progress was made, and Kickback understood, that maybe you only mate in certain seasons or had to eat something nourishing, it was fine, he was good with holding your tiny hands, letting you sleep above his chassis, and even changing colors slightly, one day, after your session of sunbathing, he noticed.

Could have been the warm season, could have been the necessity to show off, but his optics centered over your exposed skin so much that his visor was glowing, how could you blame him? He just saw something he never expected to see in you.

Something that he never knew would make his spark bloom with excess energy.

“Kicky, dim off the lights I can't see”

You had stripes, pretty ones at that, of a slightly different color than the rest of your skin, his spark started to cycle along his biolights, and you smiled while asking a happy “What?” when his servos and digits started to roam over the different textures on your stripes, “stop it” There was no ounce of malice as you pushed him away by his helm, his sharp denta gripped at your wrist in a playful nip.

Maybe you were entering your mating season, or not, as you just continued to sunbathe above him, not minding where his servos roamed over more exposed skin as days passed by and the heat started to rise, more stripes started to appear, Kickback counted them as a way to pass the time, solar panels doing their work as you indulged in a collection of sheets done with plants, it was another day basking in your presence.

Until he felt the change of static in the area, a single designation popping on his processor as he tried to rush you out of their territory.

Shrapnel found out about you, most likely with Bombshell tailing behind him.

It was no surprise when his fits of protection did nothing more than give him a beating as you tried to get away as soon as possible, his leader reminding him of the no humans rule, to think with his tank was one thing that Shrapnel understood, but to think to mingle with a human was another different, still, that didn't stop Kickback to try and explain his case with the obvious interest from Bombshell.

Things were laid out clearly and strictly, no biting, no killing, no dismembering, “I’m serious, Bomb”, and if you said no, Kickback was sure to protect you even if he was the youngest, assuring you to come back, his partners wouldn't do you any harm, what's more, they would like you and you, them, little by little.

But Shrapnel wanted to try, showing off his alt-mode just as Bombshell did the same, “Are not all organics attracted to these displays?”, turns out, you don't, and it was agonizing, “How can you look at my frame and feel nothing but lustful desire?”

Unsaid rejection became common, but also did the scratches, and the collective sunbathing, sooner than later Shrapnel wasn't so opposed to the idea of you near and even eating with them, fruits were reserved for your consumption once you showed up, Bombshell stopped looking at you strangely and in change started to be attracted to your stripes in the same way Kickback did, just that his servo stopped from being pulled way sooner than later.

When or how you finally caught your place in their hierarchy was a mystery, as one day you came back as always, the sun was bright and the wetness promised rusty plating and achy joints, Bombshell was in his usual sunbathing spot when you plopped next to him and kissed a side of his helm.

Kickback was thrilled to finally see an accepting gesture on your part, Shrapnel was mad for not being the first.

But you let him be first, expecting on the ground over towels and blankets you didn't want to ask their origin, his servos roamed over your body, and a bolt of electricity was evident before his digit pressed over your ribs, Bombshell hissed in warning, earning a growl from Shrapnel, attempting to calm himself, but he couldn't while watching your face so close when he rolled you over your first thought was that he liked this position.

Nothing could have prepared you when he penetrated, pumping greedily as his arms hugged you to him, pressing you a little to the front, ass up, chattering as he always does, “so nice and full, such great Earthling, earthling”, Shrapnel mouthed over your neck once he finally slammed home.

He didn't move for a while, and it made Kickback retain a whimper, imagining for himself how nice it would be to lay his transfluid inside your body, did you have a forge? If you did and it was active, then all their problems about being outnumbered would be gone.

But humans work differently from insects, “huh, who could've thought”, Shrapnel said after he growled over your squirming body, trying to keep you close and immovable as he mounted you from behind, finally letting go of the stiffness as you, the innovative, delightful creature that you are, started rocking your hips against him, earning a different kind of growl, words chocked on his glossa as he began to move too, “Wait, Earthling, wait, wait” feeling all the crevices inside, your innermost flesh pushing and turning over his nodes just right as he was a mess, sprawled over your rear, holding to you, dripping noises could be heard, Bombshell only watched, calculative as always, apparently impressed by the way Shrapnel seemed so lost in you, eagerly waiting for his turn, Kickback wasn't so lucky, last in the hierarchy meant last to be served, he was soon to reach a newfound limit while watching you pursuit release, moving and working hard for it, ready to overload as your face showed nothing but pleasure once Shrapnel started to move too.

His painful and hot array was noticed by Bombshell, but he only watched for a second before returning his optics to his leader and you, whimpering almost in silence as your face contorted in full bliss as Shrapnel dumped loads inside you.

It was messy, the way Shrapnel’s spike was drenched by transfluid and whatever your body secreted was nauseating but also made them go and clean both with purring content, Kickback was soon to start cleaning his leader but Bombshell stopped him, servo over his midsection and throwing him next to your trembling body, “go first” is all he said while tending to his leader, who almost overloads again, Kickback didn't have to be told twice before holding your hips with his servos, massaging over the stripes on your rear and the beginning of your leg struts, purring so hard at the surprised sound you made once the clarity came back to your foggy mind, just to find him grinning like a maniac between your legs, showing off sharp fangs, dermas soon touching over your array panel, or lack thereof, glossa soon following, cleaning transfluid that has already dripped away and pushed what he can save inside once again, content at the sound you make as he frags you with his glossa and the way your hips can hardly move, held back by his servos as he has dropped to the floor, kneeling to let you have some leverage, your hands come to his helm, trying to rut against his faceplate, his chuckle makes you moan by how it vibrates to your tender flesh, “told you they would like you”.

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The G1 Insecticons always was a soft spot for me, I like their madness and whole destructive factor, but there is little of them in the series or the fandom, praying this little work gets people more worked up on them because damn, they're so fine.

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[transformers-synergize]

transformers synergize Chapter 1, pages 30-45

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Well, this took a while. Sorry for the long wait; I promise future pages will come out faster. Moving forward, the plan is to release them in page batches of five or six instead of by chapter. I decided to release chapter one in full because I feel it just works better that way. There is going to be a gap before pages of chapter two pages start coming out because I need to sketch out the entire chapter along with touching up the script, but maybe sometime mid to late -next month or so, I can start putting out pages.

Also, here is the ref for proto-mode Hound, this design was a nightmare to draw but whatever he gets his alt next chapter

Ransacks, aka crazy bug bots ref will be posted sometime later prob when I get home, these comic posts are scheduled

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Insecticon Egg time

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