Hello! I've noticed a lot of people like to turn TFA Blitzwing into an Autobot (or at least, neutral) within fics, art, etc, so why not take the extra step? What if he was always an autobot, forged as one and turned into a triple-changer for less than altruist reasons? And of course, what if we put him on the Orion, along with all our other beloved autobots?
That's what this blog is dedicated to, this 'Autoblitz' au of sorts. It's not going to follow a strict timeline, moreso liveblog a breakdown until things coalesce (or don't, who cares?). There will be fic, and art.
NOTICE:
This blog will delve into NSFW content at times, tagged #valveplug when appropriate
Multiple ships will be explored, although the only 'canon' one is Blackstream (Blackarachnia x Slipstream). You can certainly request content related to other ships, although the aim is to keep it au-relevant.
Blitzwing x Bumblebee is allowed, but Bee will be exclusively portrayed as an adult. If you don't like it, that's fine, but don't be a jerk about it.
Be polite in asks and comments! Anon asks are a privilege, not a right.
Still, send asks! They're appreciated greatly!
With that out of the way, here's all the designs for the AU:
Blitzwing, Cybertronian: (With bee for scalre)
Blitzwing, Earth:
Blackarachnia (she gets a redesign because her original wasn't good enough):
Slipstream: (She is replacing Blitzwing's place as side goon, and is no longer a recent clone of Starscream (Still hates him though):
SIZE REFERENCE: (not that it's too important)
Everybody say thank you to tumblr for making these crunchy as shit and have fun :)
Does Blitzwing like.... kisses? Of any kind, doesn't even have to be romantic ones.
Depends on which specific headcannons you run with, but broadly...
Not really. Non-romantic ones would be worse, actually, because there's a level of care/intimacy/coddling (if you're being mean) associated that Blitzwing would be violently ill towards showing any kind of want for. While it's perhaps a bit Decepticon-like to be resistant to intimacy, Blitzwing's whole thing with connection means neither River nor Flare will really take it (Flare might. Poor guy is a little desperate).
Cha-grin himself doesn't like personal affection, but will purposefully play into it to in part disgruntle themselves and as a deliberate contrast to an otherwise reserved and cautious demeanor. It comes off as ironic as it may seem.
Sexual intimacy details below the cut
In the instances where you do hc the bots fuck, Blitz would be more open to kisses under a interfacing context, in that fun little fucked up way where lusting isn't the same as wanting, and you can deny being the latter. It also comes with the fun bonus of the want creeping back in anyways and he lingers a little too long in the softness. Yet sadly, you won't get to pry a peck out of him before he puts the distance back. Pity!
But will you draw Blackarachnia’s spider alt mode? I would LOVE to see it in your style
So arachnophobia warning under the cut-
But I didn't originally have a design for BA's spider alt. There wasn't anything really wrong with it. She was a spider, they kind of tend to look and be shaped like that, so I had no reason to change it. But given BA's got more than a few changes, I figured I might as well-
Pairing(s): Blitzwing x Optimus Prime Chapter Number: 3/3 CHAPTERLIST: [1 / 2 / 3]
"So... this is just it? Cleaning?"
"Mm? You don't like it?"
Optimus paused as he passed a soft towel over Blitzwing's thighs, and then gently over his sore, still-wet valve. Blitzwing sighed, looking away.
"It's not bad, but, ah.. I didn't know aftercare was this.. simple."
"Well, it's not just cleaning." Optimus hummed gently, wiping Blitzwing with a tenderness he hadn't felt in...
...had he ever felt this before?
"..It includes things like, uh.. well, holding your partner, maybe they need some fuel or coolant or something.. if things got rough, you take care of anything like that. Maybe wash off together, you know?" The semitruck smiled gently, and stroked Blitzwing's thigh, before bending to kiss his knee. "Maybe a massage? Would that feel good?"
Blitzwing closed his optics, his trains of thought splitting all the further so they could figure out what they wanted. Flare was feeling snacky, and River was craving some more touch. Chagrin was excited about the prospect of a good wash, intrigued by the novelty of doing so with a trusted, gentle partner. Or, in this case.. a gentle, trusted firetruck? Semitruck? Whatever-truck? A gentletruck...
"I think we should try a massage-" whirrrt h- "after we get some snacks!-" krr-ktch! "But before we get clean?"
Optimus laughed gently, and planted a soft kiss on Blitzwing's face. "Sure thing, mech! Massage, after snacks, before getting clean.." The bot took the moment to sort the events neatly, organize them in order. "Guess we better get that massage started, huh?"
***
"You're not half bad of a cook, you know, mech?"
Blitzwing hummed with appreciation as he took a bite of the fuel Optimus had prepared for him. A bit of solid energon, simply heated until it was warm and melty, spread nicely over long, thin bars of tin and sprinkled with some smaller, finer pieces of bismuth metal. It was good for the frame, with these nicely conductive metals and useful ions for the internals.. and it was good, the bismuth with its sweetness, and the tin's smooth, plain taste.
It was a simple snack. Not much in the way of 'cooking', really. It was no expensive copper-wire spaghetti but it would do.
"Glad to hear." Optimus sat by Blitzwing, holding a glass of something cool and clear.
"Propylene glycol." The semitruck offered it to Blitzwing, who took it thankfully, sipping. The taste was cool and fresh, the coolant well-enjoyed by his frame. And something to wash this down with, too, Blitzwing thought as he took another bite. Optimus was caring... so caring. So sweet.
"Thank you." Flare mumbled, his intake full, swallowing the mouthful of metal. "Really."
"Hey, I don't mind. Anything for you, yeah?" Optimus smiled, and his optics narrowed lightly with fondness and affection, before he leaned by Blitzwing to kiss his cheek. "Just take it easy, okay? I'm gonna take care of you."
Flare nodded, and leaned against Blitzwing, offering him a piece of what he'd made. Before the mech could refuse, he had snapped out a reason for Optimus to have a bite - he had made it, he'd also just come off a frag, and.. well.. "...it feels nice," which was mumbled under Blitzwing's breath. Hardly very Flare-esque of him, but then again, he was tired! He needed to refuel on this nutritious thing..
..And, well, sharing was caring, wasn't it?
I do care about Optimus.. right?
Of... of course he did. He cared about the team. The team cared about him.
And it was nice, really. Lighthearted, maybe pushing away the dark thoughts, and maybe just play fighting and trying to feed Optimus Prime something, making the mech laugh and pretending to get angry. It was fun. It was... it...
...Stars.
It really did feel nice.
***
He had to admit, this part was pretty damn good too.
Optimus was pressing Blitzwing's back struts, really digging into sore protoform and mesh that had been aching for stars knew how long now. Flare and Chagrin never were good with taking care of the frame sometimes, so that was more of River's forté. However, the mech had been so concerned with trying to survive.. with trying to just.. well.. keep this job, survive Halohydrin's brutal training regimes, the mood swings, their collective agony.. and the danger of space bridges..
..Sometimes a massage, or even just resting his back wasn't an option.
"Unh- yes, the wings-" River groaned softly, arching his back as Optimus pressed into a particularly tight knot of cables that sent a shower of pleasure-pain through the connections. "Oh slag, slag..." He let out a blissful noise, wings fluttering as he cried out softly and arched once more when Optimus chuckled and pushed into the spot again. He paid more attention to it, lighter this time, gentler for sure.
"If I didn't know better-" The mech grunted softly, working his servos into Blitzwing's back. "-I'd say this was turning you on."
"Turning on my pleasure circuits- oh frag! Agh-" Blitzwing squirmed under Optimus's servos, all the while the semitruck held and shushed him. "Easy, easy- did it hurt?"
"A bit." River panted heavily, still taking in the fact that his frame was singing with the lovely, delicious ache of a post-frag afterglow, and now.. this too, Optimus's skillful servos on his back, himself under Optimus's reassuring weight. Really, it was the contact that was so good.
And perhaps the fact that, here and there, Optimus would take a break, and lie on Blitzwing, and just rub his shoulders. It was comfortable, and wonderful. On perhaps the third time he had done this, River chose to snuggle into the other mech, and bury his face into Optimus's broad chest with a deep, content sigh.
"Gonna nap already?" Optimus rubbed at River's hip. "We're still pretty sticky, you know. All messy."
"Mmm." River yawned against the taller's neck.
"I thought you wanted a nice bath, yeah? Warm solvent? Being nice and clean?" Optimus chuckled. "Round three in the shower, if you like."
Chagrin immediately fronted, and his optics were shining with interest.
"I'll pass on the frag," he kissed Optimus excitedly. "But I've never been in the washracks with another bot before!"
***
"This is exciting.. ooh, it feels so forbidden~" Chagrin laughed giddily as he and Optimus stole away for some privacy in the washracks. Most bots didn't know this, but in the medical labs, just outside of the area.. there were a series of showers that one could get to, a more private washracks. Now, these were generally meant for medical bots, but there was not a single sign that said use of them was restricted to medical personnel.
And, they were nice and clean.
Optimus led Blitzwing down the narrow hall, past labs 34A, 33A, 28B... past the storage for specimens, yech... and then, they struck gold. At the hall's end, a neat sign, displaying:
WASHRACKS 04
"I'm telling you, this is the good stuff they never tell you about."
The mech pulled aside the curtain of the farthest stall at the room's end. It was a bit dim, and so quiet, and so wonderfully clean. The perks of biohazards, he supposed, though neither was complaining. Chagrin never knew that washracks for the Autobots could even be this nice! There was a little slab to sit on, and a detachable showerhead, asides from the one up top. The stall was a nice size. Just enough.. for two bots to sit, one in another's lap.
So, Blitzwing sat.
He crawled into Optimus's lap with a giddy laugh, and kissed the mech, once, twice, shivering suddenly as Optimus turned on the solvent flow. Chagrin yelped when the cold solvent hit his back, wings flaring, but Optimus only petted them gently, and soothed him as the solvent warmed up, a nice mix of strong polar and nonpolar ones that Blitzwing knew would make him feel clean after this.
Chagrin sighed lightly when Optimus snuck a servo down to Blitzwing's aft, and traced along the curve there before settling on the triformer's valve.
The Prime's touch was soft and careful.
He pushed two digits into Blitzwing with an almost obscene, wet noise, and the mech whined softly as the other slowly, tenderly, worked on cleaning him out. One soft movement at a time, he moved to rinse Chagrin's thighs, his aft, then just caress the rest of Blitzwing's frame. The mech slathered some soap on him, here and there, a delicate and floral fragrance. Crystal peaches? Rose? Whatever it was, no doubt it was good. Lucky fraggers, the medics were. Chagrin leaned against Optimus, and let out a contented sigh, resting his helm on Optimus's broad, powerful chest. The mech hummed and just idly stroked the fire-truck's arms, digits finding Optimus's servo, and tangling them together.
"This is nice." The triformer sighed. Almost too nice, Chagrin thought with a pang of sadness and trepidation. Did bots really do this after they fragged? Well, Blitzwing knew there was something they did, but.. never thought that aftercare was something that would, or even could, apply to him.
But perhaps it did. Perhaps they could frag more, Blitzwing thought, wings flicking in anticipation, and he could take care of his partners just like this.
After their bath was finished, the bots stole away to Optimus's room, where, after the latter changed his sheets, insisted Blitzwing join him for the remaining part of the night cycle.
"Is this part of your aftercare as well?" River chuckled, gladly snuggling up to Optimus with a yawn.
"Cuddling's a part of it, yeah." Optimus yawned seeing Blitzwing do it, and kissed the top of the mech's helmet with a soft, breathy sort of noise. "It makes your frame feel better, and helps your processor process the events, too."
It feels like love, Blitzwing thought, blurry between all three of them. Perhaps they were agreeing. It felt wonderful, to be held, and kissed like this, to be told that they were loved and cared for. By Optimus, their leader, especially, too.. it was incredible. Wonderful. Would the rest of the team welcome him like this mech had?
Of course they will, Chagrin laughed, the cackle not so cruel as it was giddy and excited. They all care, I bet!
River smiled, hearing the words of encouragement, Chagrin's bitter shell breaking through to show his sweetness beneath. He buried his face into Optimus's shoulder, drowsy, and sighed deeply, before closing his optics at last..
..And letting his recharge protocols take him for the night. Just him, and his beloved.. safe and sound.
The way you write the abusive behavior that Halo Prime (I think?) is doing to Blitzwing is fucking CHILLING, that guy legit scares me now too. Question, did he make Blitzwing like this?
He scares me too :) Halo's nasty. He's the part of the Autobots that's efficient and cruel. He is manipulative and high-ranking, and very much corrupt.. but he's a smooth talker and does his job neatly, so his unethical practices are frequently not found out or cared abt.
As for your question, no, he specifically did not make Blitzwing a triple-changer (I assume that's what you ask), but he is a major overseer in the triple-changer project, and Blitzwing's main caretaker/manager.
