I will not live I will thrive

Indie IDW Rung blog, canon divergent. NSFW at times, please check rules and about for further information.

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Alright, I’ve moved myself over to willnotgogently.tumblr.com So it’s the same name technically but different location.

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So here is the thing! I'm on mobile 9/10 times and mobile only lets you be signed into one Tumblr at a time. So.. I'm going to be moving this blog over to be a side blog on my main. This is obviously gonna take me a while. I really want to rp with my TF characters some more but the easiest way to do this is to have them all under one umbrella, so to speak.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

It’s cold...

It’s REALLY cold in here, why is the house cold…

(Bee goes to look.) Did I leave a window open somewhere? Why is it this cold…

Perceptor’s baby better not be cold too or I’m gonna be mad at myself…

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Rung is curled up with Perceptor and the baby in the living room, a thick comfortor pulled around all three of them.  They’re all good, no worries.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Rung is looking over some human recipes and his optics widen a little bit when he sees something called a ramen burger. Showing it to Bee, he smiles a little. "Should we try to make something like this?"

Ooo… (gives it a look) lightly melted wire patty with fillings… Hmmm the tricky thing is finding something that can serve as the meat. (He scrolls through the pictures.) And I’m not sure how happy Tacitus would be seeing a fried egg…

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“Wanted. Past things. You and Rung are my future.” Tacitus kissed him between the horns and nuzzled him softly.

“What exactly is a Hive though?” Rung murmured. “It’s a large family unit isn’t it? Isn’t that what we have?”

They had Bee and his entourage of Pokemon, Rung and Attrition, and now the shattered bots were making Bee’s home their own even though they technically had their own space.

“Maybe… With the bots we have here, we could do some expansions on your home Bee? To make it more comfortable for everyone. And Tacitus could shape the new area like an Insecticon community?”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Huh… 

(He burrows a little into Tacitus, to think. His home was so big already, but also… so much empty, unused space. This was the house that Papa Prime had made for him and his family so he wouldn’t feel lonely… but that family was long since gone, and in all that time, he’d never thought about letting others in… or rather, letting them change things, so they could be comfortable.) 

(At first, he feels a selfish kick back against the idea. This is HIS space, has been for almost a decade. But what was he doing with it, too? Papa Prime would be disappointed in him, knowing he was trying to shut people out.) 

(But he wasn’t, was he? He was just… kind of scared, because if they left then the changes would stay and remind him for years…) 

(He started to rock. No, it wouldn’t take years. Being lovers with Rung had gone quickly, but he felt so… cherished in a way he only got from a select few of his loves. They’d made room in their sparks and their homes for him… he could do the same. Not just could… the more he thought on it, the more he got kind of excited about it.) 

There’s already glowing crystals underground, too…

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“I was talking with Perceptor earlier as well.” Rung added as Tacitus started to chirp excitedly at the idea of making a section look like a real Hive.  “We have to rebuild on my Cybertron, and I know you don’t mind us being here, but maybe we could select a room to set up a bridge in that leads directly from here to the Frigate?  Expansive, I know.  But that way neither of us have to give up our personal areas and it won’t be taxing to go from one to the other....?”

“We can go to the junk-yard.” The Insecticon buzzed, his optics blowing wide. “I can get lots of scrap to fix into proper walls here.  Re-cyc-le.”

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((I really wish it was easier to send messages from my side blog...))

[unicromx8]

willnotgogently‌:

He makes a small note on a datapad as Unicron speaks. “What sort of stories do you prefer?”

    ( WHAT ARE YOU WRITING DOWN? BLOODY HELL, HAVE YOU NO SENSE OF RESPECT FOR YOUR GODS? WHAT IS THE PRIMUS OF YOUR UNIVERSE TEACHING YOU AND YOUR BRATTY SIBLINGS? )

     It could be anything on that pad for all he knows. It’s not like he can read or anything.

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"Just my own notes. You're a god so I'm sure it's beyond your notice. Nothing important. ..now you mentioned stories?"

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Rung is looking over some human recipes and his optics widen a little bit when he sees something called a ramen burger. Showing it to Bee, he smiles a little. "Should we try to make something like this?"

Ooo… (gives it a look) lightly melted wire patty with fillings… Hmmm the tricky thing is finding something that can serve as the meat. (He scrolls through the pictures.) And I’m not sure how happy Tacitus would be seeing a fried egg…

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"Wanted. Past things. You and Rung are my future." Tacitus kissed him between the horns and nuzzled him softly.

"What exactly is a Hive though?" Rung murmured. "It's a large family unit isn't it? Isn't that what we have?"

They had Bee and his entourage of Pokemon, Rung and Attrition, and now the shattered bots were making Bee's home their own even though they technically had their own space.

"Maybe... With the bots we have here, we could do some expansions on your home Bee? To make it more comfortable for everyone. And Tacitus could shape the new area like an Insecticon community?"

[unicromx8]

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His expression remains placid and he sets his cup down. “That’s a bit hostile of you, considering your a god. You have no reason to find my very thoughts a threat… Do you?”

     ( A THREAT? HARDLY. ANNOYING? YES. HIGH AND MIGHTY ATTITUDES SUIT NO ONE, MORTAL. GODS LIKE STORIES, NOT THEORIES AND ANALYSES DETAILING SILLY MORTAL CONCEPTS APPLIED TO THEM. )

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He makes a small note on a datapad as Unicron speaks. "What sort of stories do you prefer?"

[unicromx8]

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Rung narrows his optics faintly and sips his energon. “I see. That’s quite the broad statement to make ”

     ( DON’T YOU USE THAT TONE WITH ME. I AM A GOD, INHERENTLY AWARE OF MANY THINGS; THIS IS ONE OF MANY, AS IRREFUTABLE AS THE DISPERSION OF ENERGY. )

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His expression remains placid and he sets his cup down. "That's a bit hostile of you, considering your a god. You have no reason to find my very thoughts a threat... Do you?"

[unicromx8]

willnotgogently‌:

To be quite fair… No I’m not finishing that.

     ( TO BE QUITE FAIR, MORTALS ARE IDIOTS WHO ARE ONLY CAPABLE OF PERCEIVING IN THREE DIMENSIONS AS OPPOSED TO A GOD’S MILLION. THE ONLY COMPARISON ONE CAN GIVE IS THAT MORTALS ARE EGOMANIC MORONS. )

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Rung narrows his optics faintly and sips his energon. "I see. That's quite the broad statement to make "

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Why are we discussing braincells...?

[unicromx8]

     ( BECAUSE THERE ARE MORTALS WHO DOUBT THE COMPETENCY OF THEIR GODS, OFFENDING THEM WITH STATEMENTS THAT IMPLY IDIOCY. )

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To be quite fair... No I'm not finishing that.

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Why are we discussing braincells...?

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Rung is looking over some human recipes and his optics widen a little bit when he sees something called a ramen burger. Showing it to Bee, he smiles a little. "Should we try to make something like this?"

Ooo… (gives it a look) lightly melted wire patty with fillings… Hmmm the tricky thing is finding something that can serve as the meat. (He scrolls through the pictures.) And I’m not sure how happy Tacitus would be seeing a fried egg…

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the-scrappy-stinger‌:

(He’s quick to teasingly elbow Rung with BOTH elbows just for that pun.) Only if you don’t stop noodlin’ me with those soup-er strength puns. 

“Did you really expect me to resist though?  I love puns.” Rung chuckles and then pauses to look over his shoulder.  Tacitus sits in the living room, seeming to be hard in thought about something or other.  “Is our love bug okay?  He’s quiet lately…”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Baby…

(Bee puts down his things and scampers over to Tacitus, crawling into his lap and getting comfortable there.) 

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Rung smiles when Bee automatically rushes over to their lover and goes to cuddle him.  Food is put to the back burner metaphorically and he goes to join in as well, curling up to the other side of their big love bug.  Tacitus chirps softly at the sudden attention and fidgets a bit before showing Bee a datapad he’d been using.  Apparently he’d sent a question in to a sort of ‘Ask Abby’ sort of bot regarding their relationship.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(Bee leans in and reads.) Wow… I’m kinda surprised, I didn’t think they were allowed to print your name in these kinda things… 

Oh… (and he wilts in his spot. That’s right, Tacitus wanted kids. Tacitus wanted a LOT of kids, and he’d never bothered him about it once this entire time… Bee feels like an utter heel and folds into himself. This will take some thought… once he stops feeling like slag.) 

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Tacitus looked down at Bee and tilted his helm slightly. Nuzzling against his cheek, he set the datapad down so it was facing the cushion and wouldn't be read anymore. Four arms coiled around him and he chirped softly. "No. No being sad. I choose you. You are more important than Hive. You are home. And spark. You are love and accepting."

His words occasionally had the soft echoing quality typical of his people, a gentle stutter that made each word sink in a little more. He needed his lovers to know that they meant more to him than anything.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Rung is looking over some human recipes and his optics widen a little bit when he sees something called a ramen burger. Showing it to Bee, he smiles a little. "Should we try to make something like this?"

Ooo… (gives it a look) lightly melted wire patty with fillings… Hmmm the tricky thing is finding something that can serve as the meat. (He scrolls through the pictures.) And I’m not sure how happy Tacitus would be seeing a fried egg…

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the-scrappy-stinger‌:

(He’s quick to teasingly elbow Rung with BOTH elbows just for that pun.) Only if you don’t stop noodlin’ me with those soup-er strength puns. 

“Did you really expect me to resist though?  I love puns.” Rung chuckles and then pauses to look over his shoulder.  Tacitus sits in the living room, seeming to be hard in thought about something or other.  “Is our love bug okay?  He’s quiet lately…”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Baby…

(Bee puts down his things and scampers over to Tacitus, crawling into his lap and getting comfortable there.) 

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Rung smiles when Bee automatically rushes over to their lover and goes to cuddle him.  Food is put to the back burner metaphorically and he goes to join in as well, curling up to the other side of their big love bug.  Tacitus chirps softly at the sudden attention and fidgets a bit before showing Bee a datapad he’d been using.  Apparently he’d sent a question in to a sort of ‘Ask Abby’ sort of bot regarding their relationship.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Rung is looking over some human recipes and his optics widen a little bit when he sees something called a ramen burger. Showing it to Bee, he smiles a little. "Should we try to make something like this?"

Ooo… (gives it a look) lightly melted wire patty with fillings… Hmmm the tricky thing is finding something that can serve as the meat. (He scrolls through the pictures.) And I’m not sure how happy Tacitus would be seeing a fried egg…

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the-scrappy-stinger‌:

(He’s quick to teasingly elbow Rung with BOTH elbows just for that pun.) Only if you don’t stop noodlin’ me with those soup-er strength puns. 

“Did you really expect me to resist though?  I love puns.” Rung chuckles and then pauses to look over his shoulder.  Tacitus sits in the living room, seeming to be hard in thought about something or other.  “Is our love bug okay?  He’s quiet lately...”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Rung is looking over some human recipes and his optics widen a little bit when he sees something called a ramen burger. Showing it to Bee, he smiles a little. "Should we try to make something like this?"

Ooo… (gives it a look) lightly melted wire patty with fillings… Hmmm the tricky thing is finding something that can serve as the meat. (He scrolls through the pictures.) And I’m not sure how happy Tacitus would be seeing a fried egg…

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“It doesn’t have to have a fried egg though.  Humans do a thing called tofu right?  What if we made some sort of substitute for the egg?  Or instead of the egg we could make a facsimile of ham?  Burgers usually have bacon on them so it would be similar.” He smiles absently and cuddles up to Bee, kissing between his horns.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Hmmm, an Impossible Ramen burger. Veggies patties are totally a thing too- this is gonna take some CHEMISTRY! I am so hype-

(Oh, he’s being kissed. Bee blushes.) Aw come on, I’m a lame appetizer.

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“I quite disagree, you are very delicious.” Rung snuggles him, letting his small engine purr and reverberate against Bee’s back.  Having his spark covered sometimes makes it feel more difficult to show how he feels but he’s sure that Bee understands each pulse of adoration in his field.  “So.. how can I help with this Impossiburger?”

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(Bee’s from a universe that doesn’t use EM field communication. Even shielded and covered, Rung’s love is intoxicating.) 

(He sneaks in a smooch and whispers conspiratorially.) You… are gonna be my taste tester. We’re gonna go through this step-by-step, Mister Ajikko-style. You ready?

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“Bee...” Rung smiles softly against the back of his head and gives his hips a soft squeeze.  “If this is a meal made with noodles, and you’re saying it might not be feasible.. does that make it im-pasta-ble?”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Rung is looking over some human recipes and his optics widen a little bit when he sees something called a ramen burger. Showing it to Bee, he smiles a little. "Should we try to make something like this?"

Ooo… (gives it a look) lightly melted wire patty with fillings… Hmmm the tricky thing is finding something that can serve as the meat. (He scrolls through the pictures.) And I’m not sure how happy Tacitus would be seeing a fried egg…

[willnotgogently-archive]

“It doesn’t have to have a fried egg though.  Humans do a thing called tofu right?  What if we made some sort of substitute for the egg?  Or instead of the egg we could make a facsimile of ham?  Burgers usually have bacon on them so it would be similar.” He smiles absently and cuddles up to Bee, kissing between his horns.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Hmmm, an Impossible Ramen burger. Veggies patties are totally a thing too- this is gonna take some CHEMISTRY! I am so hype-

(Oh, he’s being kissed. Bee blushes.) Aw come on, I’m a lame appetizer.

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“I quite disagree, you are very delicious.” Rung snuggles him, letting his small engine purr and reverberate against Bee’s back.  Having his spark covered sometimes makes it feel more difficult to show how he feels but he’s sure that Bee understands each pulse of adoration in his field.  “So.. how can I help with this Impossiburger?”