Megs Megs Megs- how’re you doing? Anons have been weird lately, and I wanted to make sure everything’s okay with you- do you wanna go on a walk or something? /Smokescreen’s got a decepticon insignia drawn on the back of his helm, unknowingly!/

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

The god lingers. He has embellished and warped Megatron’s frame and considers Smokescreen with a curious tilt to his helm.

“My chosen vessel reaches out to you. Fear not. He will be returned to you.”

Smokescreen pauses, staring at the warped frame, at the mention of a vessel- that’s not Megatron. That’s not Megatron. And he’s seen that documentary where Unicron uses an alternate of Megatron.

Almost everything else is ignored, as Smokescreen runs at the god, and puts all his force into kicking a leg, hoping to make him lose his balance.

“Give back Megatron!”

Bellator watches the mortal lunge but doesn’t move to defend himself. He laughs but doesn’t flinch, the flame in his chest flaring in pride.

“Ah, be still, Little Warrior. I commend your spirit, but Megatron is not lost. He rages doubly so even now, heh. Such glorious fury. It is no wonder he surrounds himself with those such as you.”

((*Hesitantly unsubscribes from the Lost Light comic*))

((I love the series, I really do, I just can’t keep watching terrible things happen to innocent characters month after month for no reason but shock value. It’s been this way for too many issues in a row. Character death that furthers the plot is one thing, it hurts but it has a purpose, but… I read this because I love the characters and getting introduced to and attached to them only to consistently have them be used as gore fodder feels so unnecessary and hurts too much. I want to keep reading to know if it gets better, but that’s been my mindset for the last five issues and it hasn’t. I’ll pick it up again, but right now it’s just too much for me.))

Lalochezia

radioactivibee:

LALOCHEZIA – The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.

“Psychopath!” The word hisses from Bumblebee’s vocalizer, staticky and wavering. He storms up to the former warlord, servos balled into fists with rage and sorrow filling his optics. “Backstabbing, lying Unicron spawn!”

Closing the distance between them, he raises a fist and strikes. Of course, no damage is left beyond a scuff. He was never strong enough to physically harm Megatron, not without assistance or a weapon. But the rage clouds his logic and he’s ready to rip the mech apart.

“You’re a fragging liar and that’s all you’ll ever be!” Another hit. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Just because I never lived your timeline, did you really think I wouldn’t ask questions? Do my research? Probably should stop underestimating the mech you fragging killed you!” The blows became weaker, nothing more than light swaps against sturdy gladiatorial armor.

Megatron, impassive as ever, watched the younger slide to his knees, defeated. “I could not predict your reaction and at the time, an alliance was required. If you were to abandon your universe, as Smokescreen has, I would’ve shared the information with you.”

“But why did you do it?” Bumblebee gasped, swiping furiously at his optics. “The Allspark…Optimus knew where it was– why? What in your processor said that was the best course of action? Would you do it again?”

Kneeling to the scout’s level, Megatron rested his servo on a black and yellow pauldron. “No.”

Megs Megs Megs- how’re you doing? Anons have been weird lately, and I wanted to make sure everything’s okay with you- do you wanna go on a walk or something? /Smokescreen’s got a decepticon insignia drawn on the back of his helm, unknowingly!/

The god lingers. He has embellished and warped Megatron’s frame and considers Smokescreen with a curious tilt to his helm.

“My chosen vessel reaches out to you. Fear not. He will be returned to you.”

Hopefully, his offering of a very crudely made dagger is enough for Bellator to listen. “Please, Bellator, I call upon you for assistance. There are whispers of unrest, I fear for my fellow guards and Untouchables. Help them, please.” Maybe the dagger isn’t enough. Before he can talk himself out of it, he slits a few minor energon lines. A weapon and spilt energon, that had to do it.

A few drops splash the ground, staining it with blue. Almost immediately, the fuel catches fire, burning a brilliant white. The flames dance and expand, moving outward in a giant circle beneath the summoner’s pedes. The fire burns all in its path but leaves Bumblebee unharmed, at the center manifesting a massive figure, visible only where the firelight glints off of his plating. 

“My blessing is not granted lightly, but fuel has been shed in my honor. Answer me, child of the outskirts, what is this unrest that flickers around us all?”

If it was anyone else, his presence might go unnoticed. Bellator, however, was a vigilant god and the Useless One had no desire to startle him at all. Clear his throat, he tapped his finger against the crystal chalice he had been given as an offering a long while ago. Parts of the thick stem were chipped and discolored but the rim itself was safe to drink from. The real gift, however, was the thick energon inside that he offered up to Bellator. “Share a drink with me?”

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

The quiet ring of the chalice stirs the war god from his vigil, pulling his thoughts away from the turmoil within. An offering from a mortal was one thing, but from one of his fellow deities? Even sharing drink held significance. Bellator took the chalice in his blunted hand, drinking deep enough from it to leave the Useless One only his remaining half. A trickle of lifeblood ran from the gash in his jaw.

“You are generous, Useless One. You honor me.” He held the glass before his chest, and soon the energon swirled and popped with heat. Only then did he offer it back, paying the smaller god in kind with something of his own.

“Mmm… I’m fond of you, it makes me softer I suppose.” Rung shrugged a shoulder absently.  His features lightened when he noticed what Bellator had done and he held the chalice in both hands to help soak up the heat that radiated from it.  Curling it close to him, he drank the rest of it with a delighted shiver.  “Hotter than I usually taste it.  This is what you’re used to?”

Perhaps it was different because Bellator was used to energon that was spilled on the ground in the heat of battle?  It might not be what he was used to, but the flavor was good.

“There is nothing soft about you, Rung.” The warrior smiled playfully, meaning it as a compliment. “But no. Only blessings I bestow to others are touched by my flame. I would be in dire straits indeed to do so for my own benefit. You shared your fuel, and I have nothing to give in return but the fire within me.”

“You phrase that like it’s some small thing to grant me in return and it’s not.  The fire in you burns bright and hot, and it spreads like something wild when consumed like this.” Rung tucked the empty chalice away, stepping in and lightly resting a hand on Bellator’s chassis, careful not to come near the flame lest he be consumed by it.  It was a heady thing to feel touched by that power and he hummed happily.  “How fares your temples?”

Bellator rumbled, considering Rung’s truth. “It was no small thing indeed, but neither was your offering. Few of our kind would extend such a gesture without expecting anything in return.” Out of respect, the tendrils of fire receded to a more concentrated point in the hollow of his chest, away from where they might graze his fellow.

“My temples are decrepit and long-forgotten, but my warriors carry me with them. They carve my glyphs into their plating, their weapons. They shed their energon on the ground for my blade to soak it up. I am always with them, alter or no.”

If it was anyone else, his presence might go unnoticed. Bellator, however, was a vigilant god and the Useless One had no desire to startle him at all. Clear his throat, he tapped his finger against the crystal chalice he had been given as an offering a long while ago. Parts of the thick stem were chipped and discolored but the rim itself was safe to drink from. The real gift, however, was the thick energon inside that he offered up to Bellator. “Share a drink with me?”

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

The quiet ring of the chalice stirs the war god from his vigil, pulling his thoughts away from the turmoil within. An offering from a mortal was one thing, but from one of his fellow deities? Even sharing drink held significance. Bellator took the chalice in his blunted hand, drinking deep enough from it to leave the Useless One only his remaining half. A trickle of lifeblood ran from the gash in his jaw.

“You are generous, Useless One. You honor me.” He held the glass before his chest, and soon the energon swirled and popped with heat. Only then did he offer it back, paying the smaller god in kind with something of his own.

“Mmm… I’m fond of you, it makes me softer I suppose.” Rung shrugged a shoulder absently.  His features lightened when he noticed what Bellator had done and he held the chalice in both hands to help soak up the heat that radiated from it.  Curling it close to him, he drank the rest of it with a delighted shiver.  “Hotter than I usually taste it.  This is what you’re used to?”

Perhaps it was different because Bellator was used to energon that was spilled on the ground in the heat of battle?  It might not be what he was used to, but the flavor was good.

“There is nothing soft about you, Rung.” The warrior smiled playfully, meaning it as a compliment. “But no. Only blessings I bestow to others are touched by my flame. I would be in dire straits indeed to do so for my own benefit. You shared your fuel, and I have nothing to give in return but the fire within me.”

People love you because you’re:

A Fighter

Tenacity is your greatest asset. You’ve never met a person you can’t work with, never found a job you couldn’t do, and even life’s surprises and complications can’t stop you for long. You go after what you want, and most of the time, you get it. You protect everyone around you. You’re a straight shooter, and you value that quality in others. Your strength of character makes you easy to love, and your dedication and commitment to doing the job and doing it right makes you easy to trust. Your friends and family depend upon you, and you never let them down.