the-scrappy-stinger:

willnotgogently:

Attrition knelt beside Bee, taking care not to disturb the smaller bot as everyone started their prayers. His optics popped open wide when Rung started. Rather than the soft tones he had used when speaking a prayer to Prima, the orange bot had switched from Neo Cybex to Primal Vernacular and his voice sounded deeper and dangerous.

“You who walked before us, allow us to lean on your strength in trying times.” Rung started, his small engine reverberating behind his words.

(Deep voices saying powerful messages. Bee jolts at Rung’s deeper tone, meeting optics with Attrition and confirming it wasn’t just him. What a place… what a holiday. He stiffens his back along with Megatron’s. He has prayers to say.)

(But what do you say to a demigod? How do you send fond wishes to a Prime? Even a fallen one. How do you wish them the best, but in a fitting way? He feels so… casual. And in a bad sort of way.)

(The silence gnaws at his back. He cycles his vocalizer quietly, avoiding a loud cough, and speaks.) 

A-and wherever you go… know that there’s a place for you, here, with us. 

(His throat goes dry.) W-we’ll welcome you.

The twinge didn’t go away. It intensified, to the point that Megatron began to recognize it as something different. His optics snapped open, a tint of violet beginning to show through the red filters. Not here, not now! The warlord covered his face with a servo, trying to force Unicron’s influence back.

But rather than a booming voice, or crushing strength attempting to overtake him from within, it more felt a foreign emotion. An Other, bittersweet and melancholy, tinged with sparkfelt gratitude. 

When he pulled his servo away, the purple glow had saturated his gaze. The warlord looked between the three others before closing his optics again to hide them, field drawing in close to his frame. “…Ah… it would seem he stirs things within me even now.” Megatron would reach out to the strange feeling no more, but he would sit in respectful silence if there were more rituals to be had.

the-scrappy-stinger:

willnotgogently:

Rung gently leaned into the contact, his optics soft with awe as he watched his two loved ones moving to light the candle.  Attrition was nearby but he preferred to watch the ceremony of it in silence because he wasn’t sure of the words to say or how to light the candles himself.  The big tank inched closer to Bee and smiled to him warmly.

“For him, and to him.” Rung spoke softly, his field tingling with compassion for The Fallen.  “He is a great mech and what happened doesn’t diminish him.  He is still out there and he should know that he has a home waiting for him if he can pull away from Unicron’s control.”

I can relate to that… I think. (The candle lit, the altar just that much brighter, Bee keeps a hand on Megatron’s to keep himself steady. He watches it burn steady, worried it will snuff or explode or any number of things… and it doesn’t. He breathes a little sigh of relief.) 

(Attrition appears in the corner of his vision, and Bee waves to him with a grin.) A.T.! You’re gonna sit with us, right? (His voice lowers respectfully.) Guess it’s time to start.

(Praying in front of an altar… it feels odd, to him, but he sits on his knees and cycles his systems down, the smallest in a room full of much bigger mechs, and concentrates on the quiet.) 

The explanation caused Megatron’s calm demeanor to falter. Rung spoke with such empathy for the Prime of his namesake… Perhaps it was different between universes, but he hadn’t know that Megatronus had also fallen to Unicron’s call. It was all too apt, and burned at his edges. His claws dug into where they rested on his legs, and he glared down at the floor. Rung’s field, full of sympathetic warmth, and Bumblebee’s servo atop his kept him from standing and leaving.

Megatron squeezed his optics shut, bowing his helm. Ever since he’d first heard stories of the Primes in his youth, he’d felt an understanding with the Fallen. He’d done something terrible, but the whole thing had been forced upon him, cruelly tricked into turning against his fellows by Liege Maximo. Ill-fated from creation by his association with Unicron. Self-exiled for realizing his grave mistake. As a new gladiator, he’d used the name as a symbol for a class who had been tossed aside but refused to be forgotten, taken inspiration from the Fallen Hero and now… now he felt as if he’d taken far more than just a name.

There was a twinge in his chest as his spark began to spin too fast in its casing. He had to calm down. This was meant to be a solemn occasion, a celebration, not a place to dwell on his own life. Straightening his back, Megatron focused on cooling his core temperature first, before allowing his thoughts to return to the Fallen Prime. What might be a good sentiment to hear… Laying a servo over his spark, the warlord rumbled quietly.

“May you find peace, both in your travels, and when you come to rest.”

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I’m engaged! I’ve been engaged for about a year and my wedding is gonna be next fall, around the anniversary of when that happened ❤

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The real reason Megatron won’t go offline during surgeries is because of the mild panic he experienced after being reformatted for the first time and waking up entirely different. Now if there are any adjustments made to his frame, he wants to see them happen.

↪ A way that you and your muse are literally the same person
We’re both trying to figure out how to move on to the next phase of life, a little lost at the moment. For him it’s suddenly not being at war anymore after millions of years, for me it’s post-graduation after 6 years of college. Transitioning, trying to learn how to be in this new state.

↪ A way that you and your muse are polar opposites
Megatron’s getting better about it, but he’s still quick to anger and overreacts to slights all the damn time. I’m really hard to get mad enough to yell or hold a grudge, because I can usually see the other person’s side too. Way more of a mediator and just wanting everyone to get along, while Megs will fight you and your mother when insulted.

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Plans changing unexpectedly, especially when it’s short notice. Even little things like making plans to hang out with a friend at 5 but having to push it back to 7 a few hours before. It used to drive me crazy, I’m better about it now, but it still does miff me.

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Being able to make a friend smile or laugh if they’ve been having a bad day ❤ 

the-scrappy-stinger:

willnotgogently:

“You don’t have to use your own energy, you can use a lighter.” Rung reached out to Bee and stroked his helm. “There’s honestly nothing wrong with using a tool. I’m used to using spark energy because it’s a practice I’ve done since the Pious Pools were filled with oils.”

Nuzzling Bee fondly, he peeks up at Megatron and smiles warmly. “Bee asked to light the candle tonight, but you could also do it together if that might help you both keep a steady servo.”

(Bee bubbles up at that idea.) We could double team it! Like (he pantomimes a one-two punch)! That’s perfect!

I-I mean, for me, anyway. (Bee takes a stand next to the altar.) If you’d like to help I’d really appreciate it.

So very good at reading people. Megatron nodded with a grateful smile. “Both of us, then.” He is able to reach the candle from his knelt position, facing Bee from the other end. He’ll take a lighter, letting his companion light it from the other side as well with a zap from his stinger. It would hit too closely after all, to have a flame lit for Megatronus with a spark fueled with dark energon.

The candle shines and Megatron looks to Rung, his other arm tentatively coming to rest across the orage mech’s back. “I imagine that now we pray to Megatronus? Or is it for him?”

the-scrappy-stinger:

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

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Wait, I-I’ve gotta- (Bee gulps. He has a dynamo in his back, and stingers in his arms to make a spark but… could he even make a legitimate actual flame from his own spark energy? He and his spark weren’t on great terms at the best of-)

(He could hear a door chime. He’s a little too loud when he goes-) SOMEbody’s at the door!

Megatron’s silver shone in the dim light. He had heard Bumblebee’s voice inside, along with the gentle hum of Rung’s. Still, a part of him felt nervous. Why? He’d prayed before. Just not in quite some time.

“I hadn’t intended to arrive late. Am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all, love. We we’re just discussing one way to light the candle for Megatronus.” Rung folded his hands in front of himself comfortable and bowed his head a bit, his optics half shuttered and shadowed with a red paint for the occasion.

(Bee hugged the big bot’s leg.) I have to light it with, like, my own energy! On my fingers! (He swallows; his voice is squeaking with nerves.) And then praying. 

(But behind his back, hopefully out of sight, he’s practicing popping sparks between his fingers from his stinger lines instead.) 

“Your own energy? …That color suites you, Rung.” Walking into the room with Bee attached to his leg is easy, but he makes sure to remove his minibot safely before kneeling down beside Rung. “I’ve caused many a fire accidentally, but I’m curious as to what you mean now.” Bumblebee sounds even more anxious than he did earlier. 

“Perhaps I could attempt it, if you could show me how?”

the-scrappy-stinger:

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Wait, I-I’ve gotta- (Bee gulps. He has a dynamo in his back, and stingers in his arms to make a spark but… could he even make a legitimate actual flame from his own spark energy? He and his spark weren’t on great terms at the best of-)

(He could hear a door chime. He’s a little too loud when he goes-) SOMEbody’s at the door!

Megatron’s silver shone in the dim light. He had heard Bumblebee’s voice inside, along with the gentle hum of Rung’s. Still, a part of him felt nervous. Why? He’d prayed before. Just not in quite some time.

“I hadn’t intended to arrive late. Am I interrupting something?”