#blitzblurr

[funkyradios]

I'm neutral on both major ships for Blitzwing and Blurr but I still wanted to draw them so here's my yuri that makes no sense to anyone else but me

[freakaypumpkin]

i'm never gonna finish this. blitzwing blurr wireplay. how's that for rarepair?

sorry guys i got really sick and haven't had much energy >_<

[pixelga1axy]

I’m uploading old art from my Insta on here and see how things go

[stickytablet]

TF Secret Santa Gift

For @corveauattano! Sorry it’s so late; I’ve been sick lately and unable to get the story up. I hope you like this little soulmateAU piece! :D

He never expected this would happen. Well, that’s a lie. He did, but he didn’t think it would go down this way, in these circumstances.

Blitzwing was just flipping through these ridiculous audio-visual wavelengths humans seemed to enjoy so much, his inner maniac seeking some reprieve from the unbearable boredom that was security detail. He found a racing channel on, only resting on the station to amuse himself with the absurd looking costume the drag racer on screen wore.

Then came the unexpected chirping and hissing, automatically recognizable as Cybertronian. Very angry and vulgar Cybertronian.

“Frag you and your slagging remote, you flimsy sac of meat!”

The blue race car revved behind the static of the transmission, unaware of just how close Blitzwing’s faceplate had gotten to the screen, jaw unhinged, shocked at the red insignia and stupefied at the phrase lifted right off his engraved wrist. It took a while for him to snap out of it, for his fractured mind to start working again. His first thought?

“What a feisty lil speeder; ich liebe ihn schon!”

Giggles bubbled up into uncontrollable laughter as he left the base and prepared to fly off, ready to find where the local channel had been broadcast from. Now all was left was to rescue his Kleinen Rennfahrer. After all, a Destined Sparkmate is a Destined Sparkmate, no matter their loyalties or the vulgarity of their language.