#cygars and rust

[ask-a-bot]

... This first question is very specific. Why do you want to know? I believe spark merging enables to bots to share thoughts, emotions and sensations with one another. Even dreams. I... I would like to try it. One day. Perhaps.

My apologies, Sir. It was a strange question. I have recently spark merged with someone and I feel... strange. My spark itches? And I keep getting intrusive thoughts and sensations. Just wondered if it was a side-effect and it sounds like it is. We decided to without learning about it first or anything. Does this mean it's as binding as a conjunx ritus?

Thank you. I feel very much better.

I'm glad you're feeling better!

Thanks for the welcome back! I, Starscream, am very happy to be home. Bumblebee and Kup have gone off again though.

I hope you feel more at home now. Shame that Bumblebee couldn't stick around.

Anyway, take care! I've sent rust sticks, cobolt glazed bolts and cygars for Kup. Hope you all like them!

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I have not spark merged with anyone. I have heard that it makes us vulnerable – during the war, an enemy could have tortured or even killed someone by capturing and then hurting the one whom they merged their spark with. Stupidly dangerous thing to do during a war. Never make yourself vulnerable to your enemies.

As to your question, try consulting with a medic that specialises in the spark.

Thank you. Could you persuade Starscream to stop making such a fuss?

I'm delighted to be home! Thank you for the sweeties!

The, uh... goodies... were much appreciated! Thank you for sending them.

[healingcorvid]

First, in response to tag: TFA Kup is canon! He named Rodimus and waited at his hospital bed after the rust thing.

Second, in IDW it's actually the opposite lol. His cygar is medicinal

I can see Ratchet getting after Kup for smoking his cy-gar at his doctor's visits.

Maybe the real reason we've never seen them occupying the same space in the animated series is because you'd have Ratchet just loosing his mind over Kup being like the oldest Transformer and doing the most unhealthy things a Transformer can do.

EXACTLY

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x--arch]

@cygars-and-rust - [ cont. ]

Kup was just standing and looking out about the base almost like he was silently judging it.

But then he was captured in bulky black armored arms, which he gave a grunt to. “Where the hell have you been.. Haven’t seen you for a few cycles-” his tone sounded flat with out any effort to outwardly express himself,

Ironhide hums, concern coloring his field as his grip tightens on the other mech. “Helmache,” he admits, tone guilty. “One of my really bad ones. I just needed to rest for a while.” He nuzzles against Kup’s neck, letting out a soft exvent. “’m sorry.” Resetting his optics, Ironhide frowns. “You alright, othandey?”

[roddiesboi-blog]

Kups just gonna raise a brow, "shouldn't you be with hotrod-" -cygars-and-rust

“Hi Kup! Shouldn’t you be with Grimlock?”

[wreckerforeman]

Fling!

@cygars-and-rust

Roadbuster grinned wide at seeing the new mech on earth, and he had not been spotted yet. He looked over at his taller mate, then grinned even wider to show fangs. Yes he was Foreman, but really, was not often did he get to be playful.

A quick comm. to his mechling had Hoteod rolling over, the minibot not bothered by being picked up.

"Hey old gear!" Roadbuster finnally yelled, and either shamelessly tossed his mechling at Kup, "remember this? He got bigger!"

[charged-to-be-free]

"They are! By all means, help yourself!" Megatron presents to Kup a plate of homemade Energon cookies.

"Free cookie day! Would you like a free cookie, Kup?"

"Cookies are good"

[b0ss-b0t]

@cygars-and-rust​ X

“It’s quite a story, I-” he didn’t have time to reply before the older bot had him in a tight hug, causing him to wheeze a little.

“Y-yes, Kup, I’ve missed you too!” he managed to squeeze out from his voice box, patting the green bot on the back.

[rungalwaysheretolisten]

Kup walked over wrapping his arms around Rung, and yelled "SUPRISE!"

Rung is taken back by the arms wrap anound him, when he saw it was Kup Rung giggled and kiss him.

“Oh what a wonderful surprise this is what do I owe the honor of suck a surprise as this?” 

[youngratchet]

"Rattyrattyrattyrattyratty!" Hugs -cygars-and-rust

*insert neverending sigh of longsuffering* 

[sunshinedbells]

"You were in mot....liquid metal?" Annabelle looked amazed and alarmed, did that not hurt a lot for mechs? "Are you like Inferno and Hotspot sir? Being able to handle high heat?" She scooted closer to the nearer hand and Kup's side.

“I’m not alone, you’re here now,“ The girl pointed out, but giggled and rather trustingly, as if used to it, climbed up into the offered hand. She pointed at the little wagon, “I was going to give some energon treats to the new mechs! I haven’t seen you before sir, when did you show up?“

[despicableruler]

Just as the seeker went to stand, slipping off the chair in front of his bedroom window, he felt a great lurch within his middle, something harsh that tore up against his spine, making him gasp for air and grab out onto the counter beside the door. For a moment, he thought perhaps the baby had just kicked him really hard, and wrote it off, slow to open the door leading out into the weather worn house of Kup’s.

That is, until he felt something wet beneath his bare feet. He peeked down, and grabbed at the wall. 

“D--Dad?” he called, voice rather quiet. “I think I peed myself-”

[occasional-peace]

@cygars-and-rust

“You don’t have to, but I will not argue,” he replies with a smirk as he follows Kup.

[dxdlck]

@cygars-and-rust   xxxx

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“Dont be stupid.” Kup used his fists cracking his fists against helms shattering a few optics and visors. “Wrecker..” he corrected rather quickly,

The old mech glared. “Shut up and sit down. Let me have a look at those.” He forced Deadlock onto his aft. He wasnt going to take slag from a newbuild little less one mouthing him.

Kup pulled a medi-kit and hed up a chunk of metal “Bite down hard and try not to be too loud. Dont need any more of your so called friends coming for a visit.” He took out a servo welder stuffing some sealant in the hole to stop the bleeding then started patching pieces where energon leaked.

“Remember you hit me you’ll be asleep for the next week kid.” He shifted his cy-gar from one corner of his mouth to the other,

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This was embarassing. First having an Autobot come to his ‘rescue’ and now this mech was trying to repair. He had his own medics to go to for that, not some fragging ‘bot.

“I don’t need to bite down on some slag,” he snapped. 

Deadlock would rather throw the piece back and the old mech, but he threw it off to the side instead, mumbling something under his breath as he reluctantly let him finish. He could forget this entire thing before the next cycle, and if anyone bothered to ask, he did just fine on his own. 

“Think I’d happily take the risk.”

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x--arch]

@cygars-and-rust - [ cont. ]

Kups just covered in snow, hes on his aft his arms stucking up out in the air,.

Ironhide help

Ironhide hits his breaks and fishtails around, hard enough to send him rolling over the ice. He simply uses the momentum to transform, ending up on his pedes only a few places away from the other mech with a wild grin on his faceplates and a hearty laugh rumbling through his frame.

Giving the plow attachment - now folded into a neat shield against his left forearm - a quick glance-over, he approaches the teal-limbed snow pile, resting his servos on his hips. "Need a little help there, sweetspark?"

[iignitedspark]

@cygars-and-rust​    xxxx

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Kup snarled but as soon as the mech got close he froze. He clenched his fist then swung it knocking the hunting mech in the jaw. Kup gasped and held his servo. “Frag!”

The old mech held his servo winching.. the hell was this guy made of?

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   The mech stumbled, holding the lower half of his jaw as he glared. Despite the scuffs made and the now dull ache that caused, he was still smiling. It’s not a moment later that he’s lunging again, trapping his prey between the wall and himself. 

   He snaps and licks his maw, hovering in anticipation as well as eagerness. He was ready to sink his denta into the mech’s neck from the moment he laid optics on him. 

[witchofthesouls]

This was a weird crossover thought, but hey, it’s a rare pair:

Grandmama Frump has no idea how, what, when, and where the ancient grimoire had dumped her, nor the spellwork that pushed her into a metal body, but the entrails did say she will be on quite a transformative journey. Meets up with the DJD by intercepting on their List. Not her fault if the mechs were stupid enough to bother her and joins them after admiring their skills. Grandmama Frump and Vos would get along like fire on a gasoline-soaked body.

She can fully appreciate a being that can fully transform into a sniper rifle. Granny Frump prefers to go down and bloody close to the target, so she tries to convince him to get a bayonet attachment.

Nothing says romance than a personal stab, together.

Just as nothing says “I love you” so much to an Addams than causing chaos, mayhem, and murder with a partner, especially if they could literally use their partner. How intimate…

Vos and Grandmama would croon sweet nothings full of murderous intentions to each other. Unfortunately, they do all the time, especially during meals.

No one understands what the hell they’re saying since they’re speaking in the respective dead language of Primal Vernacular and Ancient French. Except for Tarn… and he’s dying from the horniness.

The leader of the DJD feels beyond uncomfortable, but Tarn can’t turn away when Granny climbs into Vos’ lap, face to face as she steadies herself with his shoulders. The romantic locked deep in his untouched spark practically swoons as Granny tenderly cradles Vos’ mask and simultaneously recoils from what Vos purrs back.

There are some things a mech is not meant to know. Please stop playing with the ruffles and seams of her armor.

Actually, everyone is dying from the horniness. They may not understand, but even the blind mech could feel that raw tension.

There’s many strange sounds in Vos' habsuite. It’s screaming. A lot of screaming. Not of terror. Sometimes agony, but it’s mixed with pleasure. With laughter. High and demented that leaves scratches over a brain module, like rusted nails shoved deep into a helm.

Once it stops, the door opens to dreamy Frump swaying to invisible music as she heads to the shower rack.

The way she moves is reminiscent to the artistic bodily freedom of the Golden Age music underground and the famed courtesans of the High Towers and Primal Palace: strangely sensual and oddly provocative in its fluid grace of free-form steps and twirls. The armor she uses doesn’t help, it sways to her movement.

Vos, in berth and completely enraptured, watches on, smoking a cygar.

Tarn and Kaon gives him hell for it since the ship has designated smoking areas and the communication officer hates the smell leaking to his hab.

Grandmama had commandeered the kitchen and refuses to let anyone else into it. Not even if it causes the fire alarms and toxicity sensors to blare. She has it well in hand, sonny! There are at least three cauldrons always on the flames from a sweet simmer to furiously frothing to the point the lid will become a deadly projectile. The smell can be absolutely delightful or completely atrocious -far, far worse than Tesarus not properly deep-cleaning his most inward blades.

Tarn has no idea if Granny Frump is trying to kill them by an obvious poisoning attempt since whatever she heaved over to the shared table is... ghastly vibrant with a sludge-like consistency. And possibly in its dying throes as she smacks the cauldron insides with a spiked ladle. And he’s absolutely not imagining that muted shriek-

Between Nickel’s medical programs, Tesarus’ ununtrium-coated tank, and Helex’s ability to heat his own internals to a deadly scorch to kill everything, they can take on whatever malice she wields.

Luckily, there’s the usual Energon dispenser in the mess hall, but Tarn can only watch in mute horror as everyone else eats it, even the Pet enjoys it.

Helex and Tesarus wolf down over half the cauldron with large doses of aluminum flakes and cobalt swirls. Kaon eventually switches to the dispenser, but only because the smell overrides the lovely taste. Vos eats his extra blended portion with a straw. Even Nickel is in on it: sipping on her bowl with a side of boron biscuits.

He is not the weird one. He is not-