I still can't believe you predicted Astrotrain being a uniquely romantic sap in skybound...! watch them keep edging us next week when #20 comes out 💀 the desperate need for astroblitz to be canon even if it means blitzwing is dead 😭
I wouldn’t say I predicted it, but it sure is a funny coincidence! I’m very honored that you think so.
I’m not fully caught up yet, but I’ve been sincerely hoping that astroblitz becomes canon in Skybound. I want it so bad! And I believe it would make sense, as Blitzwing is the ‘Con that Astrotrain usually gets paired with in the G1 cartoon. If anything, it would be strange for them to not have any sort of relations.
Anyway, I’m hoping they use the Triple Takeover episode as a basis for Astrotrain’s backstory. (It’s my favorite episode!) I can’t stop thinking about all the different ways their story could go…
Maybe Megatron killed Blitzwing because Blitzwing had betrayed him or planned some sort of coupe, like in the episode, but Astrotrain wasn’t directly involved. So when Megatron killed him, it was quite a shock and fueled Astrotrain’s vengeance because he feels like Megatron killed his love for no reason. Or maybe Astrotrain is the one who planned to betray Megatron first and Blitzwing went along with it. After Astrotrain’s plan inevitably failed, maybe Megatron killed Blitzwing because he knew it would hurt Astrotrain the most, and then imprisoned Astrotrain so he would have to live with the fact that he got his beloved killed. Causing him to stew in his misery and swear vengeance.
Or maybe they’ll base it off that one episode where Astrotrain and Blitzwing get captured. In the original episode, they got captured by a human big game hunter, but what if they get captured by Autobots instead? And Blitzwing spills some valuable intel or something? And that’s why Megatron ends up killing him, or something. I don’t know, I’m just spitballing.
Whatever ends up happening, it will definitely be tragic. God I love tragedies.
Maybe I’m just astroblitz-pilled, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. At this point, I’m 70% sure Astrotrain’s love is Blitzwing. If they had just made up a female OC, I think they would’ve had no problem making it explicit that he’s talking about a female character. Like, the fact that he just says “My love” makes me think that they’re intentionally making the gender of his beloved ambiguous, which will make the reveal of it being a male character (Blitzwing) much more surprising for audiences. Stuff like that happens quite a bit in movies.
If you're still doing it, for the WIP game I would love to see any snippet of the springer/junkions fic! I'm a big fan of the junkions with rodimus so I'm really curious about your take with springer! :D love the moment in FFOD where they repair him
Thank you! The fic is set during the movie when the Autobots are partying with the Junkions. Be warned, these snippets are mostly NSFW.
Springer/Junkions
Meanwhile, Springer found himself surrounded by his own group of curious Junkions. There were four of them, some smiling while others seemed reproachful in their excitement. They all spoke simultaneously, clambering for his attention, although none of their TV-talk made a lick of sense. They were eyeing him like they had never seen a decent paint job before, which, judging by the filthy state of their planet and the brown, rusted frames they all shared, didn’t seem too far-fetched. Frankly, Springer would hardly even call it a planet to begin with. More like a raft of junk floating aimlessly in space.
“You Junkions sure are a rambunctious lot, huh?” He swatted a wandering hand before it could finger the vents on his lower chassis. “Touchy, too.”
Scrapheap crossed his servos and shook his helm in agreement. “You know I love my family but sometimes I just want to get in my car and run them all over,” he said. “Crashbar, lay off.”
Crashbar did as he was told, regarding Springer apologetically, although he appeared beside himself with eagerness to touch. “You are so beautiful! Your eyes! Your whiskers! I have to kiss you!”
“Laying it on a little thick there, huh?” Springer said humorously.
Suddenly, two servos encircled Springer’s waist, and he turned to find Detritus laying his helm against his shoulder pauldron and smiling at him.
“There’s time for everything under heaven. A time to kiss and a time to cuddle,” Detritus cooed.
———
“Seriously? You guys don’t have arrays?”
“We haven’t figured out the technology yet,” Junkyard said, holding up a scrappy-looking datapad playing a sex scene from a movie, “but we are huge fans!”
“Food and sex. Those are my passions,” Crashbar agreed.
Springer looked between the four of them and smirked. “Do you wanna see one?”
“There is no better way to torture your enemies than with your own perfection.”
Springer chuckled at that last line. Well then. Their TV-talk was strange and borderline untranslatable at times, but they were so enthusiastic that Springer felt he knew what the verdict was. All optics and visors were trained on his modesty panel like it was concealing the prized Matrix of Leadership itself.
All four jaws dropped when the panel slid back.
“Springer, put your noodle away!” Kup scolded as he passed by, followed by his own swathe of Junkion paparazzi.
Springer easily shrugged off the remark. “No harm in showing the Junkions a bit of modern Cybertronian technology,” he called back, although Kup was already out of audialshot, moving on to enjoy the rest of the festivities.
———
Springer had never had four bots attend to his spike all at once.
Their glossas were long, wet, and much more rough than typical Cybertronian glossas. The way they lapped up the transfluid peeking from the tip of his spike, slurping along the length and even dropping lower to suck on the transfluid sacks jiggling below the spike’s base.
Hi so randomly on my feed I saw your art about your rare pair Hardhead and Blurr, and as a fellow rare pair shipper, I felt the need to share this clip from G1 with you. No idea if you’ve seen it before, apologies if you have
Never thought of hardhead and blurr as pairing but hey one more to add to my burning pile of rare pairs. Yes it’s burning. I set it myself :3
I have seen the clip before, but it’s one of my favorite g1 moments of all time so it made me really happy watching it again. I’m glad I could introduce you to the pairing, I believe it needs more love!
Your dedication to rare pairs is awesome, keep it up <3 <3
for the wip folder game !! that blitzwing cliffjumper wip made me curious
Thank you for the ask! This is an older, not-very-developed WIP but I still think it’s charming. There is a little bit of mentioned valveplug in the snippet but nothing explicit. I hope you enjoy!
Blitzwing/Cliffjumper (G1)
Suddenly, the delicate organic-made metal snapped and, while Thundercracker was able to quickly transform into a jet and speed away, Cliffjumper wasn’t so fortunate. He took a tumble to the ground below — or he would have, if Blitzwing hadn’t been there to save him!
Blitzwing had rolled out of hiding, transformed into a jet, and swooped low. Two servos poked out of his jet-mode and snatched Cliffjumper from the air like he weighed nothing at all. Now with a squirming minibot in tow, he flew away from the raging battle, through the clouds, and towards the looming rocky mountains above.
Blitzwing tossed Cliffjumper’s small, squirming frame a few meters into the air, then transformed into root-mode. He landed on the solid earth below with a heavy thud! and easily caught the minibot as if he came barreling back down.
So far, so good! Blitzwing thought proudly. If this ain’t romance then I dunno what is!
He looked down at his prize, expecting to see a wide-opticked, swooning minibot who had realized the error of his Decepticon-hating ways, but was instead met with a squirming, cursing, completely agitated Cliffjumper trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
Hold on a klik, somethin’ ain’t right here.
“Let go of me, you big ugly Decepticreep!” Cliffjumper shouted. “Agh, scrap you and all you dirty ‘Cons to the Pits!”
Huh. He thought heroics would have worked, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Blitzwing’s servos slackened and Cliffjumper fell to the ground, a small clang! and a pained “Oof!” ringing across the mountainous expanse.
Still believing himself to be some sort of gentle-bot, Blitzwing landed and graciously held out his servo. Cliffjumper wearily looked up at him, a little dented and smeared with dirt. Blitzwing wore his kindest, most charitable grin, hoping he looked handsome from Cliffjumper’s point of view. He had polished up for the occasion and everything.
To Blitzwing’s dismay, his extended servo was slapped away as Cliffjumper hauled himself to his pedes.
“Aw, I was jus’ tryna help,” Blitzwing said as if good intent would grant him any favors. “No need to be so grouchy.”
“Lay off! Some of us need our headlights intact, you know!”
“I — I saved ya! The least ya could do is — agh!”
Cliffjumper had used their size disparities to his advantage and punched the triple-changer squarely in his modesty paneling, sending him reeling backwards and clutching the now-dented metal like he had been stabbed. His ventilations sputtered and wheezed as internal systems tried to mitigate the pain.
Surprisingly, Blitzwing was not angry. “What’s a mech gotta do to get a little apprish-ee-atin around here, huh?” he grumbled.
“Did you mean to say appreciation, bolts-for-brains?” Cliffjumper snapped.
“I… I meant what I said!”
“Idiot.”
“Alright, alright,” Blitzwing said, gathering himself. “I think you and me got off on the wrong pede. I ain’t here to hurt ya, Cliffjumper. I jus’… uh, well…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, his ventilations releasing a huff of air in an attempt to his own nerves. “I brought ya here to—”
“What, you wanna frag me? Is that what this is? Well, I’d like to see you try, you oversized turbofox! Put ‘em up!”
Cliffjumper raised his fists and bent his knee joints, slipping into a brawling stance. Blitzwing watched the minibot unsurely. Normally he would never turn down the opportunity for a brawl, but this was different. He liked Cliffjumper. He wanted romance, not more combat.
“Frag ya? Who said anythin’ ‘bout fraggin’ ya? And why’re ya tryna fight me all the sudden?” He wrung his hands together, a strikingly self-conscious demeanor stooping his frame. “I… I jus’ wanna get to know ya… I ain’t ready to get intimate right off the bat…”
Cliffjumper’s servos fell to his sides. He cocked his helm to the side, confused. What in Primus’ name was going on? Had some kind of processor malfunction or virus ravaged the Decepticon ranks, turning them all into a sappy hoard of cowardly lovebots? And why did Cliffjumper suddenly feel bad for insulting a Decepticon in the first place, especially one as dumb and volatile as Blitzwing?
Blitzwing turned away, clutching his helm as if he couldn’t figure something out. “Slag, this isn’t how I wanted this to go…” he muttered to himself. “What do I do, what do I do?”
“Uh, are you…?”
Before he could finish his question, Blitzwing whirled back around with a renewed burst of energy. He fixed Cliffjumper with a big ugly grin that made the minibot wince — it looked painfully strained.
“How ‘bout we go somewhere fun!” he exclaimed, clasping his hands together. “I know another nice spot, real nice — a lot better than this slaggin’ dump. See, I’ll show ya!”
“Hey, get your greasy metal mitts off me!” Cliffjumper said, swatting away two large servos trying to pick him up again. “I’m not going anywhere with you, got that, Decepticreep?”
“Alright, I get it, I’ll letcha choose. I dunno much ‘bout Earth places, anyway.” He was overjoyed by Cliffjumper’s sudden participation, believing it to be reciprocated interest. “Whatcha Autobots get up to for fun? Racin’, joyridin’, siphonin’ energon from an electrical plant, maybe? Can’t say I’m the fastest flier under Megatron but I’m an easy mech — don’t take much to keep me happy!”
For your wip folder game!!! PLEASE PLEASE EARTHSPARK TRINE and the rid15 dragstrip/wildbreak i adore them . also the astroblitz perchance but I know I am being big and greedy 💔 love your stuff as always!!!!
Thank you!! I love all of your comments and support, you are so awesome! 😭
By the way, the Earthspark Trine is two snippets because I’m indecisive. The astroblitz one is partly based on the ending of “Five Times Astrotrain Met Blitzwing, and the Time He Met Him Back” by beepiebus on AO3. (That fic is the astroblitz bible to me, lol.) All of these are in very early stages of drafting, too. Just a heads up!
Earthspark Trine
Skywarp plopped down on Starscream like he was some kind of berth. Nova Storm laid down beside him, shifting on her belly and resting her helm on his chassis. He balked at them, incredulous. The impudence. Starscream was not something to be sat on.
Nova Storm roughly rubbed her helm against his, halfway between a display of affection and an attempt to incite a playfight. In turn, Skywarp swayed, slightly rocking back and forth, grinding her own panels against his belly.
By the Pits, they were horny. Starscream rolled his optics — despite the fact that he hadn’t made any move to turn them away. Typical. He threw them one scrap of kindness and they start acting like they owned him. They wanted to use him for their own selfish pleasure, probably to get their energy out before settling in a peaceful recharge of their own, then cast him aside when they were finished without another thought. Was that any way to treat their own superior? The leader of their trine?
———
“Aw, boss’s all flustered!” Skywarp laughed.
“I — I’m not…” Starscream tried but couldn’t finish. By the Pits, he would flay Skywarp if she stopped what she was doing, he swore it.
They crowded him. Skywarp bit his cheek and gently pulled, grinding her bared valve against his plating. In turn, Nova Storm’s glossa was obnoxiously coarse and rough, like sandpaper, but he didn’t shy away when she noisily licked and sucked on his cheek, his lips, the depression of his optics. Every point of contact burned. All three of their frames were near-scalding, the room filling with steam as well as the noise of their blaring fans.
Hesitantly, Starscream allowed his valve panel to slide open. Skywarp’s audials pricked and she shoved Nova Storm aside, hogging his frame to herself as he laid on top. Her wings were fanned and both her black hands were positioned on either side of his helm. Starscream looked to the ceiling instead of her. He gasped when their valves made contact, wincing as Skywarp — ever the impatient one — grinded them together with reckless abandon. It was soft and warm but fast, violent. Rubbery lips enveloped each other, anterior nodes smushing and rubbing and mixing their slick and making Starscream’s frame so Primus-damned hot.
Drag Strip/Wildbreak
Drag Strip stood tall, servos crossed and a pede tapping the ground impatiently, as he watched Wildbreak shakily finger himself. Timid as he was, Wildbreak was eager. He spread his legs wider, laying back until the back of his helm touched the ground, putting his valve on full display as he inexpertly toyed with his own node. Lubricant smeared and trickled down his array, making a small dark puddle in the dirt below.
His smile was lop-sided and unstable, the sides of his intake trembling in both thrill and fear. Drag Strip liked him, his old-buddy-old-pal, but he wasn’t nice and he had never been nice. Never will be nice, either, although that wasn’t as much of an issue as it should have been.
Drag Strip liked power. He wanted to be powerful, to dominate others into begrudged submission so he could posture around and rub it in their sorry little faceplates. Which was why he lusted after groveling pede-kissers and small-sparked cowards.
Wildbreak had always thought of his timidity as a detriment, but it happened to be the sole reason Drag Strip desired him. Without Drag Strip, Wildbreak would be just another self-servicing, rust-handed soldier who hadn’t felt the touch of another bot for millennia. Primus knows Wildbreak didn’t have the confidence to seek someone out on his own volition. It was easy with someone like Drag Strip; Wildbreak hardly had to do a thing except whimper, beg, and say something stupid every so often.
Wildbreak was three fingers deep when Drag Strip decided he was done watching. Wildbreak was promptly flipped over onto his belly, his faceplate forced into the dirt.
“Aw, uh — okay, alright, just take it easy, will ya? Drag Strip? You — you know I hate it when my paint gets all scuffed and—”
“Quit movin’.”
“Okay.”
“I said quit movin’!”
“I — I’m tryin’, but you keep on—”
Astroblitz Baby
Astrotrain and Blitzwing laid together on the roof of the Nemesis. They were lazing around before they had to clock in for night patrol, munching on a pack of energon biscuits Blitzwing had nabbed from Octane’s quarters as they watched the Earth’s sky fade to black. Blitzwing was trying to pick some crumbs out of his seams; Astrotrain mindlessly played with a stray wire sticking out of the tank-jet’s thigh.
Blitzwing took another bite and turned to Astrotrain. Pink crumbs stuck to his puffed-out cheeks like rust spots.
“Whba crahbing yub ehu onyetrabels?”
Astrotrain flicked his helm. “Don’t talk with your intake full, Blitz.”
They sat in silence for a little while as Blitzwing finished chewing. Astrotrain watched the swell in his cheeks gradually disappear.
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done on your travels?” Blitzwing finally asked. “Before the war?”
Not what he had been expecting, but Astrotrain did his best to fish through his memory files in hopes of finding something that would impress Blitzwing. “Incubated alien eggs for an astrocycle or two,” he said after some contemplation.
“Huh?!”
Astrotrain smiled. Just the reaction he had been aiming for. Blitzwing was not a well-traveled Cybertronian by any means; he had pretty much lived his whole life in the slums of Cybertron. In all honesty, Astrotrain hadn’t expected him to know what an egg was or what “incubated” even meant. Perhaps Blitzwing was a little smarter than he let on.
Astrotrain shrugged. “The parents paid me.”
“What’s a parent?” Blitzwing asked.
“You know about eggs and incubation but not parents?”
“I dunno. Jus’ heard some stuff here ‘n there…”
“Well,” Astrotrain began, trying to cook up an explanation that Blitzwing would understand, “A parent is one of the two organic lifeforms that procreate to make a new lifeform.”
“Pro… create?”
“When they ‘face and make a new lifeform, basically. The new lifeform has qualities of both the parents ‘cause it’s a product of their pooled coding. Appearance, traits — that sort of thing. Sometimes it’s eggs, other times the lifeform, like… crawls outta a parent’s body.” Astrotrain scanned the sky as he tried to find a good example. “Kinda like cloning.”
Blitzwing was enraptured. “How does it crawl out?” he asked, leaning closer.
For once, he had Blitzwing’s full attention — the tank-jet was looking at him like he knew what the scrap he was talking about. Slag, Astrotrain liked feeling smart. He leaned closer to Blitzwing as well, ducking his helm to be closer to Blitzwing’s level.
“Well, it starts out really small, so it can come out of any hole, I think,” he explained. “It grows bigger later. That’s why Cybertronians installed interfacing equipment, you know. It’s an imitation of organic procreation.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, except we don’t actually make anything. It just feels real good.”
Blitzwing hummed, propping up his chin with two hands dreamily. “It would be cool if we could though.”
“Creating new lifeforms?”
“Yeah! Let’s say we made a lifeform, you and me. It would look like both of us. The best parts of our codin’. Wouldn’t that be cool?”
Astrotrain chuckled, scratching the back of his helm. “I dunno about that, Blitz,” he said. “We’re both kinda slag.”
But Blitzwing wasn’t listening. “Ya think it’d be a tank-train? Or a shuttle-jet? Maybe a tank-shuttle! Is a train-jet even possible, d’ya think? ‘Train?” he continued excitedly. “It would have my helm except the color would be purple with a yellow streak down the middle, jus’ like you.” He traced a digit along Astrotrain’s helm. “And it’d have your roundish wings but my chassis.” Blitzwing knocked the yellow stripes on his own chassis proudly.
Astrotrain thought this was beyond dumb but went along anyway. It was kind of romantic. “What would you call it?” he asked, looping a servo around Blitzwing.
“Blitztrain if it’s a tank-train, Astrowing if it’s a shuttle-jet. Or we can make up a new name like, uh… Cannoncloud or… or Gunkill!”
Astrotrain made a face. Blitzwing threw his helm back and laughed, wiping a stray tear of washer fluid from his cheek.
“Alright, maybe not Gunkill. The name would be a joint decision.”
“I don’t think a shuttle-jet is possible, Blitz.”
“Sure it is! You jus’ don’t got any imagination. Ain’tcha heard of mass shifting?”
“That’s a myth, you malfunction.” He paused. “I kinda like Astrowing, actually,” Astrotrain admitted. “Has a nice ring to it.”
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I discovered this game from @wwheeljack ’s post and I wanted to try it out, lol. I hope that’s alright!
I have lots and lots of WIPs, most of which are unfinished second chapters to oneshots or rare pair stuff. I tend to sort them by slash or ship names so I remember which is which. All of them are valveplug (except for the PPT one, lol, that one’s SFW). Here they are:
- Hurt, Hurt: Chapter 2
- Cervicon Courtship: An Insecticon’s Guide
- Blindsided (Airachnel)
- Warm Inside: Chapter 2
- Blitzwing Cliffjumper Fic
- Jaruga/Drillhorn
- CH2 Spurred By Affection
- Boyfriend-Boyfriend CH2
- Business Dads Comp
- Hardhead Blurr
- CH7 Like the Rollin’ Skies
- Metal Cardbot Stuff
- Yarnaby/Pianosaurus
- Earthspark Trine
- Filch/Thunderhoof
- Thunderhoof Bumblebee Saberhorn
- Springer/Junkions
- Arachnel Open For Mommy
- Dark Eunuch Arachnel
- Skullcruncher/Bumblebee
- Blot/Knock Out
- (Overlord/Rodimus Unicronus) Tough, Ain’tcha?
- Proof of Hope (Ratchet/Impactor)
- RID2015 Drag Strip/Wildbreak
- Old Comrades (Blitzscream)
- Blitzbee Butcherbird
- Astroblitz Baby
- A Little Blue Kiss For Your Little Blue Cheek
I don’t have anyone to tag since I’m not friends with any other fic authors, lol, so I’m not playing the game right but that’s alright. I just thought this might help me with motivation.
Don’t be shy, send an ask and I’ll post a snippet!
bro please please please please when are you going to release more of your fic it's so good, not even joking it's one of my favorites. it's so dark at times but it all falls together so well!! for me it's one of those fanfics which literally change your whole perspective on a kink. Blitzwing being a masochist is... well not unrealistic but goddammit it's so much better than anyone could've cooked up. AND THAT SCENE IN ASTROTRAIN'S ROOM somebody sedate me, i think about it daily
at first i was taken aback by how Blitzwing was introduced and honestly everybody should be, but the way everything goes only up afterwards (at least so far LOL) is simply awesome
when i read it the first time it felt a little off, quirky if you will, but i love it
so far I'm not only enjoying, I AM LIVING for that fic and i hope you keep up the good work
I honestly don’t know, I haven’t had much motivation to write lately. I’m sorry, I had a personal goal of posting two chapters a month but… yeah, that hasn’t really worked out. I’ll start trying to work on the next chapter more though. I’ve already outlined and drafted some of it.
I honestly hadn’t planned for the stunticons to be involved at all so I feel like everything got so much more complicated to write. I’m not very good at juggling so many characters at once, lol.
But I’m glad you like it so much, even if the beginning was rough, lol. The fic has over 50 subscribers, so I’ll try not to let all of you awesome astroblitz enjoyers down.
Some more Mega Ambler screenshots. I personally preferred his darker colors (the first pic goes so hard), as I think they fit his personality more, but I’m glad Jun and Mr. Edo were nice enough to clean him up.
I think it would have made more sense for Phoenix Fire to be dirty/burned instead of Mega Ambler, since Phoenix’s escape pod had caught on fire before he came to Earth. Also, it isn’t really explained why Mega Ambler was dirty/burnt, either. I suppose he wasn’t cleaning himself because he was so dedicated to giving random humans “medical assistance.”
Digital mixed media: photos and vectors. Subject matter loosely inspired by In Reverence by sibilans on AO3, with references from medieval Madonna and Child imagery and a nod toward Immaculate / Sacred Heart pose for the composition
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