shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

... probably not.

 

*As if by rave magic, the forceful combing begins to rip clumps of hair out of Cronus's head.*

 

-laughs- You say that like it matters to me. Besides, you might prefer my brother's form to your current one.

-she summons up an image of him: lean muscle and a scarred body, but the kind that says 'attractively adventurous' more than 'carved-up horror show', a messy mop of short light brown hair that hangs in his eyes. Those, and his eel tail, are sapphire blue, but don't radiate Azure the way Unspoken's do Violet- he traded colors with their other sibling, associated with Azure but representing Silver and Amber. There are coins hanging from his ears, both from entirely separate eras, and he's wearing about as much jewelry as Unspoken- without her meager breasts there's slightly less real estate to cover in shinies. All his is silver, none of it matching but somehow not tacky, and his tail is wrapped with beads of amber in every possible color, many with vague shadows of creatures trapped. These radiate Silver and Amber properly. Because even an image is connected straight to his godhood, it laughs before it fades, the kind of laugh that would lead wanderers off the path. Wicked mischief and stick-your-head-in-the-lion's-mouth-like curiosity. The sound echoes around the rave impossibly long-

 

*SCREAMS OF HORROR*

 

STOP FUCKING COMBING.

 

-sniffs the dog wolf-

...

-licks the wolf-

 

*Seething with rage* Clearly, you musn't be capable of withstanding my body's perfection.
[Otis' veins turn pitch black, and he looks upon Cronus with disgust.]
You had best find a new form pretty quick, 'cuz otherwise your next form is gonna be ashes.

 

this isnt even YOUR body. this is MY body that just happens to look exactly like yours.

please dont incinerate me.

 

Except it is my body. I have been gracious enough to allow you the privilege of copying my image, and you have gone and tarnished it.

This is your fault, and it's on you to fix your mistake, or else.

 

copy aint the same as the original, yeah? you get printing errors, shit fades, yada yada.

look, look. *He flip what's left of his bangs up to show off his lightning bolt scars.* do you have those? no? means im not using your body.

 

Since my brother refuses to answer my summons, I'll risk it. -offers her hand to @Suspicious Feline. It's mostly looooooong fingers with a few extra inches of claws, which she doesn't think would cause him to reconsider at this point- Shall we see what happens? -endless needle smile-

 

...

 

Who Let The Lusus Covered In Shit Paint In Here?

 

What did you call me? Is that intended to be an insult?

 

I Mean Everything I Say Is Generally Intended To Be At Least Capable Of Being Taken As An Insult So.

 

I am not whatever this 'lusus' is, and these are my markings. They are an honor to have, small thing.

 

I Have No Idea What This Honor Thing Is So Ill Assume Its A Dermal Disease.

 

... Honor. To have honor is to be respected, to show that you are worthy. How do you not know this?

 

[Onyx, in dragon form for now, blinks into existence, and spends perhaps a moment too long staring at the other dragon. They look organic...?] Your coloration is truly exquisite-- is it natural, or do you have someone to do your detailing?

 

because youre arguing vwith a preteen.