shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

(Deirdre tries to wrap her head around this. She's trying. It makes her head hurt.)
...Your universe is fucked up. My, uh, condolences...?
You know, the worst thing about this is that the Mad Queen would laugh her ass off, because Chaos and Sense don't like each other.

(She turns to Unicron)
Apart from sense and order and chaos, you wanted something from me?

You are aware that you just reinforced my point.

 

...
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No I did not.
[That's a blatant lie but he can't just tell her something about her reminds him of his spark-singer. That's... bad manners.]

 

Then you do not have to. [She will not noof the Unmaker. She will not. Not even if he looks so very sad.]

[Amused:] So one of my siblings claims. Most of them, actually, but only one of us is actually capable of seeing other universes for comparison. There is little to be done, however, save wait for the next turning.

 

[Sad Personification noises]

 

[Unicron awkwardly reaches out to pat at the nearest bit of plating, looking elsewhere. An accident. He's doing nothing unusual, just resting his hand there. Yep.]

 

I don't know what the Prime Directive is, but I'm kind of sick of trying to make an already fragged-up universe work like its supposed to, so high five?

Spoiler: various raspberry-blowing gifs

 

You can stop throwwing a tantrum now, Prim.
[Unicron looks even more tired if such a thing is even possible.]

 

I'm not throwing a tantrum. I'm just tired of your attitude. -flops down next to him and leans against him-

 

I'm tired of yours too, so there.
[he opens his arms, as if by accident.]

 

-a slight pause. Then primus shuffles up closer and snuggles in-

 

[Unicron silently curls up against Primus, trembling slightly.]

 

'Sokay. Promise. -snuggles up close as he can, petting Unicron gently-

 

[shyest snuggles]

 

It isn't though. Things keep going wrong, and not in ways I cause.
-he hides his face in the side of Primus' neck.-

-he doesn't have a hand free to pat but he isn't resisting the snuggles-

 

[Sneakily attempts to join the family cuddles in dragonform, curling up around the whole pile.]

 

Yeah. But maybe we can try and fix it?

 

(Deirdre shrugs and nods. Well then!)

(Deirdre nods)
Living is taking what is there and making the best of it.

 

-This too gets acknowledged and not resisted. But he doesn't free up a hand to pat her either-

What if we can't.
What if we can only make it worse.
We're already off from the plan.

 

You're one piss-poor chaos deity if going off the plan is you biggest concern. Just saying.

 

If we're already so far off from the plan we're already kind of fragged, Uni. If there's a chance it could make things better...