IT’S ILLEGAL TO LOOK THIS GOOD TOO BAD I’M NEVER GOIN’ BACK TO JAIL

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@bulletbirdblue
IT’S ILLEGAL TO LOOK THIS GOOD TOO BAD I’M NEVER GOIN’ BACK TO JAIL
bulletbirdblue:
{ @rxng }
“Anybody gonna fill me in on what’s up with Nickelodeon Slime over here?”
Whirl squats down and nearly bops his ocular housing against Rung’s face as he peers at him.
“‘Least, everybody’s saying you’re green. I’m colorblind as Pit.”
And Rung, being as green as a sun, leans into that little bomp.
“I am green, dear. I hear that most of you are used to an orange mechanical. I prefer my green, frankly, but I can see the appeal in orange. They’re both very gentle colours.”
Bomp! D’aww. That’s kinda precious. Not that Whirl likes cute things or anything. Whatever.
The blunt side of a claw nudges at Rung’s chassis.
“Lemme tell ya a secret, Doc. Whole world’s just kinda various grainy tints of yellow to me. I only know what colors somethin’ is by memory. I could swap over to a temperature-sensitive targeting reticle system, but s’not full color and it brings these babies online,” he shimmies, emphasizing the barrels under his cockpit, “Which ain’t exactly stellar in an enclosed space, eh? ‘Specially not with cute little nerds underfoot.”
{ @rxng }
“Anybody gonna fill me in on what’s up with Nickelodeon Slime over here?”
Whirl squats down and nearly bops his ocular housing against Rung’s face as he peers at him.
“‘Least, everybody’s saying you’re green. I’m colorblind as Pit.”
@bulletbirdblue
It had been meta-cycles since the blue bird’s journey to the north but now their mate the silver hound could finally welcome them home:
“I GAZE UPON ON THE SUN THAT HAS RISEN AND BLESSED MINE OWN OPTICS.”
Gasp.
Whirl stretches to full height-- so, stupid massive-- before flopping down over Silverblade with an incredibly loud clatter.
“Hiya, Toots. You’re lookin’ as glistening and thicc as ever.”
{ @whirlyhopper }
“Thanks, you too!”
“Thanks, you too!”
“Thanks, me too!”
“Wait.”
“Wait for what?”
{ @whirlyhopper }
"Thanks, you too!"
"Thanks, you too!"
REMEMBER: THE INTERNET DRAINS YOUR SPIRITUAL ENERGY AND THE ONLY THING THAT CAN REPLENISH IT IS GAS STATION DICK PILLS AND CAPRI SUN
“Hi, everybody! You all look terrible.”
bulletbirdblue:
“Hahaha. I kill gods. You tellin’ me to kill myself, specs?”
“After complimenting you so dearly and with such love? i imagine not.”
“There are Gods calmer and kinder than the ones who set such terrible examples, you know. Most of us would rather live our lives amongst our children, watching them bloom into forces of nature themselves.“
“Many God-Killers ascend in due enough time anyway. It’s something one must take care with: removing something from its post means another thing must replace it, to uphold balance in the universe. Kill the wrong God without someone to take their place and you’ll be stuck with their domain.”
There’s a long, long pause on Whirl’s end.
Well. Huh. That’d... explain some things. Not all of them, but certainly some of them. Whirl shifts and clicks his claws as he takes all of this in, his optic starting a slow spiral in his housing.
Okay. So. Killing a god ends up saddling you with their, uh, everything.
What happens if you kill a concept? What happens if you kill a belief, or a dimension?
“...Ssssso, if I accidentally-on-purpose maybe possibly shot the manifestation of the D-Void in the head 16 times?”
“You know who would make an excellent deity?”
“Whirl! He’s so creative and unique, capable of spinning new ideas from trite old ones. He’s a tad violent, certainly, but so are my direct children. Not being born into the role might make him more appreciative of his deityhood than they are too.“
“Hahaha. I kill gods. You tellin’ me to kill myself, specs?”
mother TRUCKER
that hurt like a BUTTCHEEK on a STICK
“Awwwww, Magnus said I’m special!”
“Hey if I commit a murder is that illegal?”
“Depends on th’ target and who you’re doin’ the killin’ for, babydoll.”
Whirl ducks his helm down, optic curving up into a sharp crescent.
“If it’s, ya know, for the government or similar power, an’ you’re under contract? Legal. Hell, you could go at ‘em as violent as you like as long as you’re gettin’ rid of the right mech. If you’re just killing for sport or some weirdo offered you cash to do it, then, yeah, kinda murder unless you can make it look like self defense.”
whirliibird-too --> bulletbirdblue
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK YOU
AND ESPECIALLY FUCK YOU
[who this is aimed at? no one knows. he hasn’t slept in a week. medic stubbornness at work]
Looks like it’s SQUASHIN’ TIME.
[Click click click. Ol’ Whirl’s coming for you, Ambulon.]
[flees]
Yeeeeee-hawwww.
[WOOO-OOOH HERE HE COMES]
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK YOU
AND ESPECIALLY FUCK YOU
[who this is aimed at? no one knows. he hasn’t slept in a week. medic stubbornness at work]
Looks like it’s SQUASHIN’ TIME.
[Click click click. Ol’ Whirl’s coming for you, Ambulon.]
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