shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[Onyx bites her tongue on her first response; "no more information" means "no more information, really, not even to lay your fears to rest".] As you wish.

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Spoiler: translate

Fidelis, I am sorry for what we had to do, and that we never came back for you.

 

"Well - uhm," Morty messed with the hem of his shirt, tying to figure out how to explain. "Well most people t-think killing people - people to s-s-solve your problems is uhm, wr-wrong. And I a-ag-agree with them. I mean, even - even if some Ricks are mean, I-I-I couldn't kill him. E-Even if I want-wanted to. Which - which I don't! I - I don't, it's - it's just an expression!!"

 

yeah thats
definitely not what im talking about
its way more the core coding thing

pffthahaha
yeah lizards are pretty great

[dave don't even flinch. he is clenching his teeth and trying very hard to think lalondian thoughts]

my method is time tested man
get it no ok that was a bad one id try again but really whats the point i already shat the joke bed amirite
the thing about sincerity is that one you look like a huge nerd and two then youre basically advertising all your sweet emotional stab me here spots to any passing mood muggers

 

[He tilts his head, listening, and nods when he's sure Morty's finished.] Do not agree, but understand. Morals are hard.

 

-laughs- It's one thing to be sincere. It's another to advertise. I would not be Queen of Secrets if I shared my thoughts freely. The truth is a rope: it is possible to give one just enough to hang themself.

You remind me of my brother, all full of Crimson. But he chooses to hide his weakness under silence, and sometimes anger. And his power looks forward, never back.

 

is your brother cthulhu ms cryptic tentaclepants

[he looks down at his god tier jammies and back up at her]

i mean
yes im red?
im pretty much what would happen if a bird of paradise fucked a clock
like idk what deeper meaning youre tryna get at here i know there is one because youre like if ursula wanted to rip ariel into little bitty pieces and use them to garnish her salad
but saying im red is not exactly a difficult conclusion to come to

 

Well, no, you usually get a tripleformer out of that.

 

see that little usually there
zoom in
like way way way in
*
im that asterisk baby
the multiverse is full of miracles

 

"Haha, y-y-yeah. Rick makes it - makes it hard to k-keep my morals sometimes." Morty laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

 

Happens. [Shrugs.] Overflow is the same way. With the changing thoughts, not the using-people-for-shields. He's good, even if he's a standard.

 

Actually, his lower half is a shark.

Crimson, not red. One of the Colors souls are made from; we gods each are made up mostly of one or two. You're less angry than he is, and he's forgotten how to protect. "Emerald is the Color of defence, let Greengrower be the aegis." Crimson is the Color of active defence, of fighting to protect.

-yep she's still fighting with her siblings. Totes not bitter-

 

hot

man i cant be the angry dude my bro has that shit on LOCKDOWN i have to be like
his foil
or whatever
im done fighting though

[he does puff up almost imperceptibly at the mention of protecting. hell yeah dave will protect, he'll protect that shit so hard bodyguards will go out of business]

what is purple

 

"R-Rick tends to put - put me into situations w-wh-where I'm forced - where I'm forced to break my morals and rules and - and shit so I don't end up d-dead." He pauses, looking away. "A-And the whole, 'Mortys are useful for - for sheilds only' thing, too."

 

[Disgruntled chittering.] Mortys are good for talking and having different ideas too, at least. Probably more things.

I think if your morals get you almost killed, they are maybe not good rules to live by. Can't help anyone if you're dead. But they are yours, whatever they are.

 

Pure Crimson is righteous anger, not rage for its own sake. -she sounds a little mournful. Definitely still arguing with the sibs-

Violet is the color of secrets and magic. Its emotions are unkind, inquisitive, and suspicious- it is mercurial and refuses control. It grants inspiration, but it is harsh and corroding.

 

yeah karkats probably wayyy crimsoner than me i dont let much harsh my mellow
foils gotta foil man

and now i finally understand everything about why you talk like you ate a book of riddles youre like ultraviolet

 

-she laughs again, tucking her tentacles up like a cushion and floating on them- I am the Violet Goddess of Unkind Death, who represents the Color among my siblings. The ownership of Silver is... complicated but it's strong in my hearts, and I was given Gold because none of the others wanted to deal with it.

 

Morty laughs, smiling a little wobbly. "T-Thanks. You're - you're probably the first person to tell me I'm good for talk - talking. And - and I guess? I mean you're - I mean you're right about not helping if I'm - I'm dead. But I-I-I-I mea-mean I don't often do much any-anyway."

 

so what do those colors mean and how come you got all those when im just the one

i want a refund

 

Silver is the color of luck and fate, and has domain over both preservation and decay. I and the Laughing Deep share it, in part, and the mortals associate it with Balancekeeper, because the Lord of Games played a clever trick and made a mess of things while we were figuring out godhood. Gold is the color of trust and deception, of manipulation and kindness, and of greed. I carry it because there are seven Colors and only five of us, except when there are not. The Laughing Deep represents Amber, carries Silver as well, and is associated by mortals with Azure, because he's never not a confusing mess.

You're mortal; your heart is full of all the Colors, though some more than others. I only commented on Crimson because of your resemblance to my brother. -she holds out her palm and an image manifests: a man who does in fact have a sharkbutt. He's albino pale with red eyes that glow like burning coals and hair shaved on both sides but long on top and tied back, white-blonde layered with red fading to something like white smoke and blood in water at the ends. He's dressed in sharkhide armor, like a soldier, and wielding some double-bladed monstrosity with a cupped hilt, but wearing a crown studded with rubies.

For a second the image flickers and shows him as a mortal: smaller, thinner, without the red in his hair. His eyes are still blood-fucking-red, full of determination to fight the whole goddamn world, he'll fucking do it. Another flash, even shorter and not visual-within-her-palm but flavored with memory: everything else deep in delirious sickness but the image of him sitting on a rickety-ass wooden stool, shit-tier sword across his legs as he hums to keep himself awake as he keeps watch, eyes sunk with his own need for sleep-