#TFP Insecticons

[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 ✨

[transformers-spike]

I found this meme and my brain immediately went to the bots

Now, I already view them as pretty open, with perhaps a few preferred partners - but the Insecticons?

They all want you. Oh? You're already with someone else? Make them join the hive too. They need to repopulate

[alatesdarks]

Hooray, I remembered what it's like to post!!🥀🥀 | Catch the insecticon's head!! |

And I also made these double-sided valentines with this bro! 💫

[blade-liger-4ever]

Antares makes a kind friend at the airfield - and makes a discovery

Airborne is in a sensitive position amongst the various divisions of G.I. Joe. His natural telepathic and extrasensory abilities means that he could be a great asset for any of the branches in their battle with Cobra or, since their serpentine enemy has gone off to lick its wounds, the Red Shadows and their overseas puppet masters. Because of this, while the Navajo gets to freely switch teams as the higher ups demand, he still has to be a bit careful when it comes to the use of his powers, and to keep his humor from grating on the wrong Joe lest he get permanent lodging with the Psi Ops.

That doesn't stop Airborne from being confused as all get out - and intrigued - when he meets Optimus' ghost at the Nevadan outpost.

Talking with a deceased alien robot is new, and it takes a few minutes for them to understand each other. When they do, though, Airborne listens with growing alarm that the kid who's now succeeding the Prime that even Iron-Butt Fowler is mourning the loss of has been emotionally distant from his fellows. What's worse is knowing that it's likely involving a form of emotional shutdown, and that won't do the kid anymore good than it will the others.

He's seen the new Prime - Antares, Optimus calls him - flying around and practicing the past week. As impressive as his resolve is, Airborne knows the new leader needs an emotional release.

And so, strapping on his clothes, Airborne takes an early morning run to Hanger E.

He can hear the 'Bots milling about, and with a quick scan using his telepathy, he realizes that Antares is camping out back - and just snapped awake from a recurring nightmare of Optimus' death.

Slowing his pace, thinking of what he's gonna say and do, Airborne gradually comes around the side of the building. Looking over the new Prime, he now understands just why some of the newer Joes on the airfield are whispering in awed tones about the kid.

Antares' body is long and sturdy, resembling a white tiger without its stripes. The paws are massive, each sporting five claws that are wickedly serrated. His tail, while thick, narrows near the tip to a whip-thin point, the small spikes on the end looking like a more murderous version of Indiana Jones' famous bullwhip. The cobalt blue wings, though tucked into his sides, are clearly ginormous, and much like that of an eagle's. Antares' neck is almost as long as his tail, but much thicker, while some canid teeth poke out from his upper jaw as twin horns curve ever so slightly downward from the base of his skull.

But his blue eyes, though the same shade as his wings and practically alight with fire, look haunted and old all at once. And though the body is young, the flicker of fear in his eyes are the only reassurance that Antares Prime is a boy in a man's body.

A boy who knows that one mistake will cost hundreds of lives if he's not careful.

Something by his left horn twitches, and with a start Airborne realizes he has some small ears on his new form as well. The dragon lifts his head to spot him, and for a moment, they just stare at each other. Then Antares' eyes skim over him, and with a catlike tilt of his head, he lets out a low rumble before the comm device on his belt crackles to life with a question:

"Sergeant...Talltree?"

Airborne looks at the comm, then at Antares, and grinning, he responds mentally, I prefer goin' by Airborne, but least this way we know we each got tricks.

Antares' eyes widen to a comical degree as his neck snaps back, then he lowers his head and, tentatively, responds in kind, I'm - I'm sorry. I was just...unaware of your presence, and I've never seen a name like yours.

What, Franklin ain't normal enough? he teases, and a hint of a smile ghosts across the dragon's snout.

Trotting over, he assures the young 'Bot that there's no harm done, but asks how he's been hanging in with his team. At that his wings shudder, and Antares confesses that he feels like an outsider, not made better by the fact that he got the Matrix thrust upon him. Airborne considers that, then begins questioning about the Matrix and its inner workings, as well as the other 'Bots and their relation to him before he became a Prime.

"I know enough from the reports us Joes get out here courtesy of the new arrangement," Airborne smirks good-naturedly to the confused glance Antares gives him.

Shaking his head slightly, Antares leans back and explains to him what the Matrix is and does. He tells him it's a divine connection to Primus, their creator, and allows him to heal or contact any of the first Thirteen Primes, as well as his less mystical predecessors. It also grants him extra power and a new form, as he was previously a sports car before he was upgraded by Onyx Prime, the First Beast Cybertronian.

Quickly noting the mournful look in his gaze, Airborne prompts him about his team. Sighing, not realizing the tension that's leaving his frame, Antares explains his teammates to him. That Bulkhead was a promising engineer before the War, and that he was an effective Wrecker before joining Optimus' squad. He relates that Bumblebee is the youngest - the Cybertronian equivalent of twelve, in fact - and is the most successful scout in the War. Ratchet, he explains as Optimus' oldest friend after Megatron, before the Dark Lord's fall, and was a pillar of strength for him.

"Like Red Alert and I," Antares states softly, giving a smile that actually reaches his eyes.

He elaborates that Red Alert was his best friend at the Elite Guard, and he'd keep him from getting too energetic while Antares - or rather Smokescreen, as was his old name - would get him to loosen up every now and then, though Red Alert could just as easily pull a fast one on him.

That gets them both to chuckle before Antares relates the others: Ultra Magnus as the renowned if stiff commander of the Autobot forces, Wheeljack as a reckless tactician of the Wreckers, Breakdown as a former Decepticon who joined their ranks before his arrival, and Arcee -

Airborne is surprised at the cold stop Antares takes at speaking her name, and concerned by the wrathful flare in his mind. Shifting away from the human, Antares closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, Airborne realizing that he's now emanating a lot of heat from his body. Once the temperature of his frame returns to normal, and Antares' cycling of air has evened out, he opens his eyes and lowers his head to rest just in front of Airborne, giving the Navajo a good look at the pain, sadness, and anger in his optics.

I'm sorry, the Prime says in his mind quietly. Arcee is a great warrior, and an effective mission specialist. But...ever since she lost her partner, and then the one who came after him, she's become selfish. Her dedication to our cause is unwavering, but her convictions lie in nursing her pain and taking it out on others. I don't think she really cares anymore about who she affects or disobeys, so long as she can take her wrath and grief out on the universe without recompense.

.....Could you elaborate on what you mean by 'without recompense'? Airborne asks, a deep suspicion bubbling inside of him.

Pausing, tail flicking uncomfortably, Antares explains that long before he joined, Arcee would persistently disobey Optimus' orders. The first time he heard it happened resulted in an absolutely chaotic scene that not only almost ended in Fowler's death, but put the children's lives in danger, and compromised the safety of the team and their original base both by forcing Bulkhead into a command role he can't hope to fulfill and leaving their base unguarded, which could have also ended with Optimus and Ratchet's deaths as well. Arcee, as far as he can tell, was never taken to task over this.

She was again almost responsible for a human's death and nearly jeopardized their cover when entering in a street race that eventually went out of control and had Optimus tell them all off. In the end, though, Onyx still saw her blow off his orders just to make Jack look good for a human girl he admired (for reasons Antares did not understand.) And then there were an innumerable amount of times she ignored Optimus in order to seek revenge for her partners' deaths, but they are so frequently occurring that Antares can't name them all, and he'd rather not ask Onyx for an estimate lest both their tempers flare and he light himself on fire next to Airborne.

Antares would be lying if he said the Navajo's long silence didn't make him nervous. They'd spent almost an hour talking, with Airborne being the playful instigator and conversationalist. Now, his serenely furious gaze staring through him was beyond unsettling.

Finally, Airborne speaks - aloud.

"Well, that female could do with a good swift kick to the aft section," he growls with considerable control. "If all she did was witch about things and get off the hook while Optimus was here, then she deserves nothing less than gettin' dropped on her head, and a few extra courses on humility to boot. Ya might not be able to give her the full ordeal - something tells me you were on the receiving end of her attitude - but that Magnus guy should be able to straighten out her tailpipe for ya."

Antares would have blocked out his memories of Arcee's tirades against him to spare the femme this human's fury, but the delivery of Airborne's commentary are so frightful and amusing that he can't help but burst out laughing. It's a draconic laugh, but so loud and freeing that he practically rolls over (and away) from Airborne. The Navajo himself is grinning quietly as the young Prime's officers and medic come out, and they're met with Antares transforming into 'Bot mode, doubling over from the laughter he's suffering from as he staggers to a stand.

Eventually, his wheezing evens back out into normal breaths, and Airborne could swear he sees Antares wipe away liquid from his eyes. Straightening, still grinning like he heard the best joke in the history of comedy, the young Prime clears his throat and explains to the 'Bots, "Sorry, I just - had a long, good talk with Sergeant Talltree here. It was very kind and thoughtful of him."

He smiles down at the human fondly, his mirth increasing as Airborne genially chastises, "Oh come on! You've been calling me by my call sign the past hour, and you introduce me by my Navajo name? Unless that's Cybertronian hospitality, I am offended!"

Once more, Antares snickers. He then clarifies that the sergeant's preferred name is Airborne, and hopes that he hasn't held him up from his duties. Airborne assures him that no such harm has been done, but hopes they can see each other more often.

Watching him leave, Antares couldn't agree more.

This week, things begin to pick up when Decepticon activity is registered near the oil fields. Antares goes in with Red Alert, planning on doing recon together and getting reacquainted to working as a team. Arriving, they're surprised to find Insecticons digging not for energon, but a metal skeleton. Once finished with eavesdropping, they kill the Insecticons, hide the remains, and grab the skeleton - though the moment he touches it, Antares is assaulted with visions of Earth's past.

He sees hundreds of Predacons battling for territory and energon. He witnesses innumerable Cybertronians fleeing or killed by the beasts, then the rise and fall of civilizations in the wake of their arrival and activities. He sees this one - a bloodthirsty brute with the form of a griffin - battling a Cybertronian before being struck down.

It takes Red Alert shaking him out of the visions before he can completely grasp what he's seen. When Antares processes it all, he gets them and the skeleton back as quickly as possible to base, where he and Ratchet surmise that Megatron wants to clone the beasts that had somehow gotten to Earth. Ultra Magnus suspects the beasts were the first clones due to reports of the mad scientist's plans, but Antares shelves that history lesson for later.

Now he realizes that an army lies under their feet, one that would prove more deadly than the one the Dark Lord raised with Unicron's energon so long ago.

And they must act swiftly to stop this plan from getting underway.

Antares orders Ratchet and Bumblebee to research Earth's various mythological creatures to get an idea of where some remains might be found, and sends Arcee with Ultra Magnus and Bulkhead to investigate the energon deposit that has appeared in Canada. Before sending them off, he recalls Airborne's words and, after taking the commander aside and explaining to him fully Arcee's history of insubordination and prioritizing her vengeance on missions, has Magnus' promise to "correct her attitude".

Watching them leave, Antares turns to Red Alert's console - only to find himself staring at a vast, sapphire ocean from a steep cliff covered with emerald grasses. Strange tribal music fills his audio receptors before he's plunged underneath the waves, diving and swimming before coming face-to-face with a massive undersea cavern.

And inside the cavern, twin reptilian optics the color of jade open to stare right through him.

Staggering back, he takes a moment to steady his breathing as Red Alert asks what's wrong. Pondering the vision, he admits, "I think there's a Predacon in Ireland. I'm not sure how I know beyond a hint from the Matrix, but it's there. I wanna look into it, before the 'Cons catch wind of this."

Red Alert immediately states he'll join him; recognizing the need for the combat medic as much as his stubbornness to accompany him, Antares agrees, deciding to take Wheeljack along for extra backup. Leaving Breakdown in charge until they return, Antares, Red Alert, and Wheeljack prepare to journey to the Emerald Isle.

Thousands of feet below the Irish coast, a five clawed sea serpent with no wings unfurls himself from his lair and speeds off into the wider sea, growling to himself as a vision of a large, white and cobalt mech with sharp fingers and wide finials extending from the sides of his helm flash through his mind.

To be continued.....

[tiny-tf-faces]

[buggshotz]

my main gripe with the cannon fodder jn tfp is that the two vehicond in the first episode were such a force to be reckoned with and handed arcee and bee their tailpipe on a silver platter tanking hit after hit only for the rest of the series be taken down by singular blows, if it were like that since the beginning id have no problems but theu were such a threat in the beginning so its kinda judt ugh (insecticons aswell)

the only consolation i give myself is that the ones we saw ep 1 were the originals and apart of the elite forces but were killed; all the others we see later are clones from cloning technology but due to the immense need for a work force they were pulled out into battle before the original’s skills were fully uploaded and therefore became worse and worse in battle

same goes for the insecticons

[doc-knock-out]

Acolyte AU art drop 1 - Insecticons!

From the ACOLYTE au that @tere706​ and I have been developing! The INSECTICONS are a faction that develops later in the Acolyte AU. All of the Insecticon models in TFP cannon are simple beetles, so for this AU I’m also proposing alternate insect types. All of these bots can transform into a mechanical version of their associated insect! Descriptions below the cut, incase my handwriting is shite:

Dragonflighters - Thin, agile aerial based Insecticons who act primarily as scouts and spies for the Hive. The Dragonflighters are often the first to set out in search for a new place for their brethren to call home.  Beetlebots - Aerial or ground based, this subspecies has the widest variety when it comes to visual appearance. Scarab is based off of a jeweled beetle, and Hardshell is based off a Hercules beetle. Mantisites - This subspecies, while incapable of flight, makes up for it with their prowess in combat and espionage. Though, it really is just the one of them. Her name’s Orchid, and she is the Cybertronian equivalent of a teenager.  Millidroids - As they are the largest species, they do the lion’s share of tunneling in order to make space for their brethren in the Hive. They use themselves as measurement; if they can fit, so can everyone else.

[thatonerobot]

hai guys this is my transformrers prime oc/sona that I'm so so normal abou t!!!!!! I'm gonna tell u about him now!!!

Mantidae is an insecticon that was born from the Allspark rather than the Insecticon hives. Due to it's unique source as an Insecticon, his insect mode is it's "normal" bot mode, and he has a vehicle alt mode rather than the insect mode being the alt mode. He's super duper silly and it's very gay!!!!!! it's also dating ratchet and bulkhead because i like to be self indulgent and make oc x canon ships idc what anyone says

((I drew both picturrs!! my bf @vikt-0-r digitalized a picture of the traditional art I did for the ref sheet becausr I'm bad at tracing and then I colored it!!!))

[dailymothanon]

After enough consideration of my own I have concluded the reason these two are the odd ones out because they are actually bugs that think in very different ways than everyone else 😌 it’s a sound assessment… must be why they just stare at things happening like you just lifted up a rock they, the insects, were under

[revelboo]

did you know that… in terms of reproduction… haha ​​bad joke, but ignoring that, did you know that pos insecticons, waspy and tarantula might be the most compatible with humans? I say this because they're more closely related to organics than other bots. Yes, it's terrifying to some people (don't add me to that group) but it makes sense, I also think they'd be the ones that could most easily… you know what, but the protoform would be small, almost like... a bug egg, easy to remove even. these guys are perfect for that weird kink of I don't know what, you'll know what I mean.

Considering this is the seventh or eighth of these I’ve gotten since I started writing the bugs, I know what you’re talking about. Not my cup of tea, but since people keep asking, I can make an attempt. And if I have anyone lurking here that shouldn’t be here, it might just scare them off

🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️ I don’t even know what warnings to slap on this- bug pregnancy? Possible horror? Unsettling Eldritch bug boyfriend being slightly horrifying?

Possession

Hardshell x Reader

• Startling awake as warm air stirs your hair and your giant, horrifying, alien boyfriend makes that awful chittering noise that still has your skin crawling, your head lifts. And his massive head brushes against your bare skin, mandibles sliding against you. Rolling you onto your back before his mandibles hook against you and lift you, the sharp lines of his overlapping denta pressed against your belly as he begins digging in your plush nest of stolen pillows, blankets and three mattresses. Looking over your shoulder as you hang there while he mounds pillows. Yawning, you reach up to rub your palm against his helm and his whole head tilts so you’re almost upside down. “Most guys come home and it’s ’oh, hi, honey. How was your day?’” You say and his visor brightens slightly as he keeps rearranging your bedding. “I get ‘let’s fuck.’”

• Mandibles flexing against you as you fuss at him, Hardshell clicks in amusement. He vents, pulling the scent of you, of your arousal deep into himself as you chatter. Amused, he drops you to hear you gasp before snagging you again midair and gently lowering you on your belly. And mass shifting, nudging your thighs open for him as his glossa slides against you to make you shiver. “Little breeder,” he growls affectionately against you, glossa tunneling inside you as he listens to your little noises. Always talking, except when he’s inside you, fragging you until you can’t focus to talk.

• Moaning as your fingers dig into the blankets, feeling that wickedly long glossa pushing inside you, curling and exploring to make your hips buck. You’re still not sure what the two of you are to each other. If he’s your boyfriend or just your giant, alien fuck buddy. He’s not much of a conversationalist, but he definitely makes up for it with mind shatteringly good sex. Grinding and rocking yourself against his mouth, feeling his mandibles grab at your hips, you groan as you come apart and his glossa laps against you before he’s shifting.

• Freeing his spike, he moves to cover you. Feeling you tremble slightly as he finds you and presses deep, stretching you. Sinking into your wet heat as his clawed servos dig into your bedding and he’s moving against you, hips snapping. Listening to you whimper, the way your breath catches. Hadn’t meant to take a human queen, but he doesn’t regret the impulsive decision. Rutting urgently against you, he hears you cry out and he keeps thrusting, trying to make it last longer until he’s roaring, frame straining as he overloads to fill you. Reluctantly slipping free of your wet heat and hiding away his spike as his plating shifts, his secondary spike pressurizing slowly.

• Thighs trembling with your release, you feel him slide against you again. Apparently deciding he wanted another round, but when he presses inside you, there’s a slight burn of being stretched. Like his spike is thicker somehow. Leg kicking out on a whimper as he slowly rocks his hips against you, working himself deep and he is bigger, almost uncomfortably so. “What are you doing?” You moan, flinching when something snares your hips, digging into you as soon as he’s buried deep. Reaching back and finding the claspers that usually lay flat and look like part of his hip plating pinning you against him. “Hardshell?”

• “Breeding,” he snarls, can’t really thrust locked inside you, claspers keeping you in place, but his hips rock and undulate against you, pressing you into the pillows as he groans. And you’re going to be a good carrier for his brood as he begins to fill you with a hiss, feeling you squirm under him, your breath catching. No longer chattering.

• He’s moving fitfully against you, not thrusting, but something is happening. Fingers clawing into the blankets as the pressure and feeling of being stretched edges into discomfort. What is he doing to you? His frame heating at your back as his movements become more urgent, driving your hips against the pillows under you again and again until you’re trembling and overly sensitive. And he finally pulls out, but that feeling of being full remains. Head turning to stare at him as he rubs his jaw and mandibles against your back and shoulders, that frightening face managing to somehow look smug as you shiver. What did he just do? Because that wasn’t just his release, he put something inside you and your eyes narrow.

[transformers-spike]

Y/N and their beautiful army of 500 insecticon boyfriends, plus Soundwave whose in a very clever disguise that's totally not just painted cardboard and black and purple pipe cleaners

efihieffeiefoiefoefoi - the Insecticons have accepted him as their own because he doesn't cause trouble and their queen likes him. Gang bangs must be wild

[chip-dip6]

Insecticon Bee 2.0!

Au rambling in previous post

Au by myself and @clover50

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Tfp can be so funny sometimes. Megatron's biggest problem with his team is that everyone (excluding Soundwave and i think Shockwave) sooner or later wants to betray his ass, while Optimus's biggest problem with his team is that every now and then atleast one team member decides that they want to go fuck feral at all costs

[transingthoseformers]

May I offer tfp Airachnid pegging Soundwave with her ovipositor? Perhaps followed by the insecticons lining up to 'fertilize' them once he's all full of eggs.

Insect queens are the ones who lay eggs for the hive, but obviously Airachnid is a very busy woman who has better things to do than getting passed around just to be stuck laying eggs all day. And who better to take that place than someone with experience caring for smaller things?

I never considered that

Fascinating

Fun

Though I am wondering about the timeline here, because my first thought was "au where they left Megatron in Unicron's core sgsgdgdy" but also... This makes me wonder about a situation where Airachnid's one coup involving the insecticons succeeded. (Though it's also kinda funny to think Megatron's still here but he signed off on the idea lmaooo get bred Sounders)

Soundwave and Airachnid's interactions here could be golden

[raileurta]

Addition to the to miko and the vehicons thing

Miko values individuality so obviously the vehicons whole number designation thing drives her nuts, as a result she gives them nicknames until they pick their own which they seem to like. Some are music references others are based off personality traits and a few are named after bugs cause she thinks it's funny

Forte's loud, ramble never stops talking, and wasp just has a massive grudge against for bee for no reason which she finds absolutely hilarious.

However unknown to her the vehicons don't think of them nicknames they think its their new queen claiming them as her own by giving them new designations and they take it deathly serious. "Earning" a name is a badge of honor.

(Edit: THIS POST WASN'T DESTROYED AFTER ALLL???!! Ugh that's almost worse.)

I've seen people do this with Miko and I do see it! She would value individuality.

Look I never get tired of the idea Bee has beef with wasps for no reason. He just really hates them. So it would be amusing to see it the other way around.

Oh they absolutely do. And I'm just picturing Miko naming a vechicon "ligma" as a joke. Like she totally meant it in a non serious way and that wasn't their new name but they didn't understand human sarcasm so they go by ligma now. Ligma is just going around acting all proud and talking about how powerful the name sounds.

Miko eventually finds out about this when Ligma is in battle with Megatron. The overlord calls them by their old destination and they proudly correct them. Miko is then just off to the side desperately trying to not laugh, there's tears coming out of her eyes, and she's probably breaking a few ribs from keeping it in.

[bugboioli23]

Insecticon Egg time

Nudity below the cut, uncensored version on my Twitter!