shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Are you okay?

 

funny you of all people should ask that. the ansvwer is no.

 

Me of all people?

 

nevwer mind.

 

*He arrives in the rave just to JUDGMENTALLY EYEBROW RAISE at @Scratch. Yikes.*

 

"With Norm?" Ford grins. "Entertainingly. Norm had a rough time becoming integrated into the household initially, but I couldn't imagine life without him now. I just wish he'd stop blaming himself for everything under the sun."

"There are gods who don't fuck, so...yes."

"I am starting to like you quite a bit." Ford shrugs. "We've both made some colossal fuckups, and...we've both come to the same conclusion. Screw the Prime Directive."

"You also should not have to explain why a person should maintain basic standards of personal hygiene including not keeping insects in one's pants, but... I'm afraid you'll get just as far explaining either one to that individual, Norm."

"...when did Sunshine start wearing a ponytail?"

"Why did you let them do that?"

"I'm absolutely not sure what I think about this."

 

...there's TWO of you now?


Wow. Any time.

 

Hey FUCK YOU. Except for the part where I won't. Sunshine and Papyrus and I all like him just fine and also he smells nice which you don't.

 

I believe it was the point that I didn't hear much of anything where I... am. Was. It is... complicated.

How do you break something for consumption? You break the bonds. You unravel the structure. Chaos. Not order. Decay and war and destruction hardly algn with order, child.

Blind optimism does not save you from what is to come, it only causes more pain and despair.
[he gives a tired, bitter smile]
A delicate flavor one can easily grow tired of.

 

"Your mother is an incredible badass." Ford grins.

 

What do those things have to do which each other? To break down, to make simple! Return it back to the small simple parts from which the big chaotic parts are reconfigured. And war is completely apart from that. What business does a war god have being a god of death? A war god expediates it, but it's the god of death who is mopping up the pieces! No, decay is quite an orderly thing. War is a chaotic life kind of thing, for only the living war.
... Unless your name is Baltreshk and you reanimate the dead to fight your battles. Baltreshk is a dick, even if they're the child of Tershoët. Their other parent is our Mad Queen, our Mother of Chaos. Who is a very lively person.

That's what they all say and then suddenly walking corpses and untended ghosts everywhere. (Deirdre shudders)

 

Uncle isn't death. That was someone else.

 

Unraveling. Death. Closing the circle. Same thing.

 

Wait--
As in, two entities for Closing-The-Circle and Death?
(Deirdre looks very disturbed at this. Very, very disturbed)
How does that even work. What. How. What.

 

Perhaps in your sheaf. The only true death he will have a hand in is that of our universe.

 

And the Maker did find a planet so enticing that he was drawn to it as moths to a flame; and in his impatience he allowed his spark to split into five, the quicker to explore his new home. And in the far reaches of the universe the Unmaker did feel his brother-lover's spark fading, and it filled him with great worry and great rage; for who but he would dare to harm a Great One? So he rushed to his brother's side and found not one sibling but five: Creation (greatly reduced but no less enticing), Knowledge, Wisdom, Change, and Death.

...Uncle can tell you more of Mortilus than I can see, if he is willing. They were... close, at least partially and initially because their domains were so closely related.

 

Good question. And I have no idea, honestly. I just... had to, I think.

More than two, actually.

*smirks* Awesome!

*grins* Thanks!

*he's surprised that she came in instead of sunshine or pap*

*he knew they weren't romantically together*

*sexually, yes, but romance was not her thing*

*but... she cared about him*

*even though he'd thought she only wanted him for sex, that he didn't mean much to her*

*she cared... platonically?*

*it wasn't romance but it wasn't just a sex thing either*

*it was... he didn't know what it was*

*but it was nice*

 

Diametric domaines. The beginning of all is He and his. The End is mine. He split, as he can create. I can only consume the pieces.
I will be granted one act of creation and it will be the demise of all existance to fuel a new iteration of the cycle.

[It is evident that this topic pains Unicron.]

Thank you for your eloquence, Niece.

... I wish not to talk of him.
[He rests a hand over his spark chamber.]

 

No, he keeps the dead things. [Indicates Unicron] Look maybe it´s not perfect living inside me but it´s not a nightmare!!!

 

He wasn't wearing a ponytail but he did a hair flip right before we actually met. *smiles softly* And that was when I realized I wanted him...