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?”

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.

mightymegatron:

Godformers Intro

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Tagged By: myself!
Tagging: All those with a God they wanna introduce

Basics

  • Title : Bellator, The Flame of Battle
  • Domain :  War, Strength, Vengeance, Protection
  • Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
  • Residence : any and all battlefields, literal and metaphorical

Appearance

  • Disposition : Quick to anger, but easy to placate. Loves nothing more than a good fight and cannot be stopped until the end of battle once he’s been invoked. Mindful of non-combatants. Jovial after victory. Courageous to the point of arrogance. Fickle.
  • Weaponry : A massive sword made of his life force, fed by the fuel of those slain in combat. It is able to either inflict great pain or to remove it entirely.
  • Powers : The ability to call his sword from thin air, immeasurable strength, size-shifting to accommodate his opponent, imbuing others with courage and might.
  • Attire : Energon-blue accents everywhere, one clawed servo and one with blunted digits. A hole revealing the inner flame that gives him his name.

Patronage : Gladiators, soldiers, those who have been slighted. He’s called upon most by those who don’t believe they can win on their own.
Symbolic flora : Nasturtium
Symbolic fauna : Lion
Symbolic satellite : Red giant
Symbolic gemstone : Black Onyx
Symbolic consumable : A vial of fuel from an ally or charge.
Favored offering(s) : Energon spilled to the ground (either an enemy’s or your own) a weapon crafted for the purpose of an offering, or an engraving of his name on a weapon to be used
Favored blessing(s) : Dulled pain, increased stamina and strength, a blessing of protection on the ones the warrior leaves behind as they go to fight

Quote : The greatest folly is believing that you cannot lose. If that were true, you would never be fighting in the first place.

M!A: Godformers for a week

Megatron can feel the transformation coming and once again rails against it. The claws on his left servo elongate and sharpen, while the other dulls into the digits he was forged with. Biolights flit across his plating, lighting him up as what little color remains on his frame greys to silver. The High Protector roars as his frame is taken over by the Flame of War, more in irritation than fear. “You cannot contain me!!”

As his chest plates separate to reveal the brilliant white of his fire, Bellator smiles with his cracked jaw. “I know this, Megatron of Tarn. That is why you are my chosen vessel.”

Have a picture of Lug sleeping on the couch and nearly hogging up the space (the rest of the couch is being taken up a cybercat), good sir. She can’t remember if she’s shared the news or not about his adoption but figures it doesn’t matter either way. Because dogs.

::So you’ve gotten one of your own.:: Megatron looks over to Rex, who has managed to get himself on his back, and has fallen asleep with all six of his heavy legs splayed in the air. He takes a picture and sends it back. 

::We must introduce them.::

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willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

Rung tensed as he heard the bang of boards against the side of the building, light illuminating everything before a loud snap resounded and all the power was cut off, leaving him with just biolights. His hands shook as he moved slowly to a cabinet, looking for something more to give him light.

“I am familiar with Functionalism.” It was what had restricted him to the mines, what had dictated that alt-modes built for construction and hauling were somehow lesser than those that supported flight, or were geared towards scientific endeavors. It was what had relegated those with common frametypes like his vehicons to be treated as disposable drones. It was something he had tried his damnedest to kill.

But for all the atrocities he had known the Senate to be guilty of, Megatron hadn’t known them capable of such specific torture. Then again, he had never heard of someone in his own universe with an alt that wasn’t self-explanatory. The very existence of such a person would challenge the very foundation of those prejudicial beliefs.

“Enduring such torment and still holding to your sense of self. Your will is rare and inspiring. That you were put in such a position… if those who held you still function, I would gladly pay them in kind.” Another bolt struck close to the building, rattling the foundation before it faded.

The statement, along with that bolt, caused a shiver to roll up his spinal struts and Rung could swear that his spark actually fluxed in delight. “I don’t think any of them still function.  And even if they did, I forgave them a long time ago.”

When he’d still been captive he’d said those words to bother the mechs who tormented him.  They could never stand when he looked at them so calmly and quietly murmured that he forgave their actions.  It unnerved them and allowed him to get inside their heads.  But as the years passed and he had time to reflect, he actually found that it was true and he did forgive them.  Some were simply doing as they were told, others honestly didn’t know better and were frightened of him (with good reason, ironically enough).  He didn’t have to forgive them, but there was no benefit in holding onto hate so many years later.

Reaching up, he rested a hand on Megatron’s cheek, standing on the tips of his toes and still barely reaching as the warlord bent to him to envelope him with his protection.

“Sentinel Prime would often come by to witness, and to give… suggestions.  He enjoyed using electricity, among other things.  He would often come when there were storms because ‘there was nothing better for him to do’, so, I don’t like storms.  …but I still love the rain.  Is that funny?”

“We should visit an organic world, like Earth sometime. Being in the rain is more pleasant when it isn’t melting through your plating.”

Ah, Sentinel. He really was a horrible product of the old regime in any universe, wasn’t he? At least Megatron knew for a fact that his was dead. After all, he’d been the one to relieve him of his helm… and of something else. Covering the reaching servo with his own, the warlord held it to his cheek, before turning his helm just enough to be able to kiss Rung’s palm.

“It may entertain you to learn this, then. Certain relics from the past could only be used by those who had held the Matrix. I needed a way to use them for myself… so I found Sentinel’s grave and his arm, for a time, became my own.” Megatron smiled just enough that his dental plates glinted in the dim light. 

“He always saw people as tools. I thought it rather fitting to reduce him to one in the end.”