shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Sometimes I wonder what went wrong when I created you. -pats the nearest bit of him with genuine affection-

 

[Whatever bit that got patted nudges up into the affection. Is that a wing? It's got eyes on...]
Absolutely nothing and also everything! Or at least the T-cog ;)

 

-it gets petted regardless of what it is-
That's what I get for trying out experimental technology in my creations! d (^‿^✿)

 

Quite. Got any other experiments to run? I could always use a twenty-billionth alt! ;D

 

I'm sure we can find something you can't turn into. Eventually.

 

Pffffffffffft. You can try. [He preens, another set of wings unfolding just to flutter proudly.]

 

Turn into a human. Please?

 

[For all of two seconds, he makes himself small, humanoid, and vaguely pinkish.]

Boooooriiiiing.

[Back to being large, incomprehensible, and golden.]

 

-She claps, delighted.-

You're really beautiful!

 

Well of course I am! Daddy dearest makes plenty of mistakes but he is an excellent craftsman. [More preening, and also more nudging Primus.]

You're... Micronus's? Or just came out small?

 

I am somewhat tall, actually. You all came out giants.

-She preens.-

 

vwhat.

 

Oh, now here's a mech with her brain screwed in proper! [Large, fangy grin.] Giants we are indeed! You ain't one'a mine, I can feel that much, but you're a credit!

 

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Damn straight!

 

Micronus. One'a my siblings of the stupidly literal names. Optimistic little glitch, bit flighty, fragged off with his Titan before the war even started?

What even are you, squishy?

 

I wish.

 

cronus.

 

Says Amalgamous, who is an amalgamation of all possible alt modes...

 

*they immediately latch onto Mala in an affectionate hug*
HI SIBLING!
And yes! Yes I like having @Primus as my parent! If Parents are also Custodians then that is very nice :D

Also....! I've been thinking about names! A little!

 

Well, lovey, you come down to Licentus sometime and we'll see you well set up. Mind the time, though, show up too late and my favor will mean scrap-all!

Said what, not who, but close enough. Your headgear could use some work, squishy.