shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

I'll have you know I was having a fucking blast watching the paint dry. Twenty troll caegars if you can guess what color the paint was.

-grins a wide fangy grin at you-

Quiet, Captain Obvious.

 

What did you do? [tries to speak softly to the tiny, fails]

 

Spoiler: gore to be safe

-there is a sound as if Cthulhu was digging deep into the ground, but instead it appears he's pulling wires? maybe? there are flashes of a large moon as reality goes even stranger around the two. It now hurts the mortal eye to look at, as if he's somehow... more than it seems. his blood is dripping freely now and eating into the dreamstuff of the rave around him. his tentacles are drooping and one or two have come off-

WHAT - WHAT ARE YOU DOING???
-he's clearly losing-

I HAVE NO NEED OF CURRENCY!

HE STARTED IT!!!

JUST TRY IT!!!

PERHAPS!

 

(reed snatches the fruit. oh man, she is pleased. is that a rare Non Sarcastic Redux Castor Smile(TM)??)

 

Phwor. This is a much more attractive look on you I hope you know.

*He totally does not swoon because swooning is for weaklings. She's even more dangerous in person.*

 

-She flinches.-

Cthulhu cursed that kid to always die painfully over and over and for nobody to care so I was like, hey Unicron, let's punch Cthulhu until he removes that. Um.

 

That's what every two-bit god in the Heavens says until they lose the farm.

-hyper-empathetic tori picks up on this and he is pleased. good. someone is fine-

 

I mean. Hypothetically speaking. I'll have to make a petition to them to find out for certain.

-coughs-

 

"Black as your soul, poison apple?" Ford grins at her.

 

GREEN. LIME GREEN. EVERYTHING IS GREEN.

But yeah it was a blast. See you're up to something fun here. Horrorterrors out and about. Someone's bleeding. The literal universe is crying.

 

- botbot takes this as an affirmative for some reason, probably because they really want it to be true. botbot is not the best listener despite what their advertisement says about them -

C O O L ! I V E_N E V E R_H A D_R E L A T I V E S_B E F O R E ! :D

 

DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM? PROBABLY NO7 BECAUZE YOU'RE A FIL7HY FUCKING NOBODY.

*rather calmly pulls his crossbow out but waits, Big People are talking and he's willing to wait.*

I'M GOING 7O 7AKE CARE OF YOU AND GIVE YOU 7ENDER LOVE AND AFFEC7ION AF7ER I BEA7 7HE LIVING LUZUZ ZNO7 OU7 OF YOU.

 

Kid you're like 6.

-she has no idea how old you are. she has no idea how old anyone is really. what the fuck is age when you're a time traveling assassin-

 

[Unicron is currently lacking audials to hear this with, or optics to notice with]

Spoiler: gore, also vore.

[Parts of the elder god are pulled in every and no direction at once As Unicron's face splits jaggedly. Impossible contortions leave gaping torn away bite wounds in and on Cthulu even as the battered frame of the Unmaker moves slower, waterfalls of glowing pink energon swirling with purple-red-darkness pooling onto the floor. Onlookers get the distinct and sickening feeling that Cthulu is being consumed alive.]

 

Holy shit.

 

Im getting mixed signals. What the phuck.

Are you baiting me? Youre baiting me. You asshole.

This is completely true and I respect that though Im actually 8 but iph I asked you phor an autograph would you murder me super hard? Iph you did murder me super hard would I come back? Itd be worth it iph I came back.

 

...h07.

 

*It looks about as tickled pink as an eldritch abomination can.*

 

That's my boss!

 

-tries to look away from the scene but can't. he has turned white and is wringing his hands. he can hear it still, his own cries ringing in diyu's halls. oh god-