What If....

Hi loves!!! Today’s a really hot day, so I thought why not draw Rung with a flower and a nice drink…

When someone disrespects your favorite character, you be like...

How can someone forget this beautiful child's name?!?

“You’re not rong”

Hello loves! How's it been? I don't know about you guys, but who thinks that Rung is drop dead gorgeous when he takes off his glasses and gets straight into business?

Agreed.    

whirl's appointment #1

Rung: There's only one thing worse than a rapist...

whirl: A child.

Rung:...

I GOT Bulkhead and RUNG! ~OwO~

Hello love! I was wondering if I have a matchup with Mtmte & Tfa autobots. I'm goofy, childish, motherly with a old soul. I love telling corny jokes & puns but, only because I believe life shouldn't be wasted spreading hatred or sadness. I love listening to music, painting, writing poetry & my dreams down. Though there's times when I speak my heart out about my beliefs and get serious, people think I'm older than my age. And I have a group of friends that call me mom & I call them my children...

I match you with…

Mtmte Rung. He’s drawn to you by your caring heart and absolutely adores your view of things. He loves your puns and jokes and will sometimes will tell you a few of his own. You both watch each other and ensure that you both are doing well both mentally and physically. Overall your relationship with Rung is a textbook example of the old couple that seemingly has always been together (even if you yourself aren’t that old).

Tfa Bulkhead. Your motherly nature is what caught his attention. As he got to know you he grew to love your jokes even though he isn’t good at making up his own. You two often spend time together painting and making various art. Bulkhead has no idea how he got someone so wonderful but he considers himself one of the luckiest mechs because if it.

Rung's favorite meme is the woman looking confused with algebra in front of her face

James Roberts (writer of mtmte)      

I'm in!!!!! ( through a newbie)

REBLOG IF YOU’RE IN THE TRANSFORMERS PRIME OR ANY BRANCH OF THE TRANSFORMERS COMMUNITY IN GENERAL

I NEED TO FIND MY PEOPLE

Hello Loves!! The weather is so lovely today! The birds are singing, the sun is shining and I’m so happy about this!!! For this post, I decided to draw Rung in a office!!!!

My loves, you know that moment when you see something that make your heart pump very fast and you squeal from how adorable that something is? When I read this, I caught that feeling a thousand times. I LOVE how little-bitty-pretty-1 wrote this story because it made my heart melt and if your reading this, I want to say thank you for writing this out of your time and I love it very much...

Hello love! I can't help but be a fan of Rung from mtmte and lost light, so... I had to ask if you would write a image of a human s/o saving Rung from a close call then a ending of hugs and love confession at the end please? (and if you like, you can surprise me with a AU of your choosing)

A/N: No need to read LL #22 before you read this :)

Rung:

You took another sip from your drink, watching the water swirl. Unfortunately, as you were the last to board, you had the habsuite in the location no one else wanted: next to Rung’s office. It wasn’t as though the psychiatrist was mean - this ship was just full of people with problems, and why would they live next to the person with the ability to see those issues? Poor Rung. He was a nice guy - too bad no one wanted to be friends with him. 

It could also be loud, though. Whirl had a habit of yelling heinous things during his appointments. One of the more quiet patients had been Fortress Maximus until, well, he decided that everyone was Overlord. Usually it was silent, like today. 

SLAM!

You are startled out of your seat by the loud sound that reverberated your apartment. When you had gotten over your shock and calmed your racing heart, you left your habsuite and went over to Rung’s door. 

You knock hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt a session if there was no need. “Are you okay, Rung?” There is no response. 

Worried and unable to reach the access pad, you type in Ratchet’s comm frequency. “What?” he snaps, in a bad mood as always. 

“I think Rung’s hurt. I heard a slam and I came over to see if he was okay, but he didn’t answer.” 

Ratchet hangs up on you, but a only a minute later he and First Aid are entering the access code and going inside. You peek around the corner and gasp, purple Energon all over the floor as the psychiatrist groans, not moving. 

Your heart stops as the medics start working, and you drag your feet back to your own apartment and your own business. 

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You only came to see him when you were sure that he was out of critical condition - Ratchet had scared off anyone that had come by sooner. 

“Hey Rung.” You say quietly, sitting on the table beside his berth. “I heard you ruptured a tube, old man.”

He gives a little smile, looking at you out of the corner of his optic. “And I heard that you were the one that saved this old man.”

“Ratchet technically did all the wo-” 

“But you called Rachet.” He interrupts. A servo comes at you and picks you up, albeit clumsily. You are set on his middle and he smiles at you. 

Under normal circumstances you would have given him the whole just-because-I’m-small-doesn’t-mean-you-can-touch-me lecture. But Rung is sick, and you will make an exception this once. “I guess that was me.” 

“Thank you.” He says, reaching to pet your head and then thinking better of it. 

“You’re welcome.” You blush at the way he is looking at you, turning your face away and rubbing your wrist. This is getting hard for you. 

“I’ve been watching you, y/n.” Rung tells you, bending his neck to try to make eye contact. “You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m your only close friend.”

“No,” he corrects, very sure of himself for what he was going to say. “I say that because I like you.” 

Something about the way he said it made you think he wasn’t talking about you as a friend. “Are you saying that you -” you point at your chest, unable to finish your thought. 

“I believe that we are on the same section of the datapad.” 

“Wow.” His spark stops as he waits for you to respond. “I… this is incredible!”

“I think I like you too.” You raise your eyes back to his optics and smile, carefully moving up to his face. You give him a gentle kiss on his right cheek and stroke the rim, smiling as he leans in. His servo comes up to support and pull you closer in the cuddle.

Ratchet scoffs in the distance and you snicker, prompting Rung to smile.