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Rise of the Prime's Daughter
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Ongoing, First published Nov 06, 2024
Mature
9 new parts
OPTIMUS!father!xHYBRID!Daughter!||||| I honestly have no reason to do this, but I'm bored, so why not?||DISCLAMER||YES, SOME MATURE STUFF BUT NOTHING WITH TRASNSFORMERS, JUST DEATH (SOMETIMES)|| 

SUGGESTIONS ARE VERY MUCH SO WELCOME! I MAY NOT USE ALL OF THEM, BUT I WILL DEFINATELY TRY!
(p.s. this is the same book that was once called Pain Is Not The Killer, Memories Hurt The Worst, but I thought the title was way too long and I changed the cover. Doesnt it go hard now?)
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Transformers one-shots (3) Open!

26 parts Ongoing Mature

I've written two one-shots books and this will be third. I am really excited to start fresh in a new book and take new requests. Please read the rules and warnings so you're prepared and know what this book contains. If you don't like reading a certain one-shot, you can skip it. Every new one-shot, will have a warning beforehand. I do recommend that you read this book if you're 18 but it's totally up to you of course. Anyway, feel free to leave a request and let's jump right into it! Scheduled update days: • Sunday • Wednesday