#about: earth

[tfunity]

We call her 'Gaia.' But, really, that's just hope. Humanity was born from Typhon.

Name, Title: Unicron, Unmaker

Domain: Chaos, Stars, Organic Life, Evolution, Death (the place)

Singularity Type: Supermassive

Alt: Planet Earth, Chimera

Weapons of Choice: Adamant Hunter, Longinus Hunter

Primacron's Notes:

The culmination of hatred and hubris. A god I bound to my larger daughter's horn chose to exist within some prototype Gray Goo I had in the back of the lab. By the time I noticed Primus carrying its bucket around, it was already too late.

It just-- kept getting bigger. First it ate scraps, then pests, then contenders at the gladitorial pits, then people, then planets. Everything is food.

Except for me. I'm always allowed to escape from any world it finds. Considering how violet I am these days, I do think this thing is spitefully keeping me alive.

Et tu, Unicron. Et tu.

Secrets, Lies, and Other Stuff:

Origin of the Sol System and all that lives within. Overarching antagonist for most of the series, with the exception of S4. Has little goals beyond consuming everything.

It's a very simple monster. Kill, consume, conquer.

Design Notes:

More deeply resembles the bone that bound it than its brother, being a near replica of Primacron's larger daughter. The only exception is the armor it wears. And the giant hole in its chest.

Like Primacron, it has only three fingers. It has far more toes though, to help it grip onto things; it's very unstable on a good day.

Being gray goo (see the tiny original form on the bottom there), its form is completely malleable. Its smaller alt, a roughly described 'chimera,' usually resembles any of the mixed-species monsters of myth. Gryphons and the goat-lion-snake classical chimera are the most common. It acts mostly cat like.

The Hunters, the original Hunters, wrapped around its arms were gifts from Primus. The charm on each has a little vocal recording that it, despite claiming to feel nothing, keeps around.

Face deeply resembles Rodimus'.

Musical References:

[stardella]

Maria and her little alien brother sketchbook dump from the last few weeks

Minor spoilers for Sonic 3 ig

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[stemmmm]

more people gotta try this shit where bill has not improved and will not change but he's just chilling so its fine probably. its great

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

guy who's stuck in a timeloop for so long he stops wanting to leave it. guy who started out trying to escape but slowly grew used to and became comforted by the familiarity of the repeating day. guy who is no longer who he was before the timeloop. guy who is offered a way out and violently refuses it because he can't leave, doesn't want to leave. guy who escapes the timeloop by chance or force or accident and doesn't know how to live anymore. guy who keeps going through motions that don't match the situation and keeps having conversations that aren't actually occurring. guy who panics every time he realizes he can't predict the next instant. guy who left the timeloop but still lives with it.

[captainjonnitkessler]

You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".

Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.

[egophiliac]

it's never the last time.

I was trying to justify to myself having Leona know how to use a waffle maker, and. well. sometimes you just gotta go where the flow takes you.

[honey-doc]

I just know he wanna see a giant woman

[cutetanuki-chan]

the gods have forgotten the song of their love

guess he didn't brush her hair and dress her everywhere

[anbaisai]

I was today years old when I learned that Kalim's headband thingy does not, in fact, tie into a bow

(thank you @fell-fell for informing me)

[bixels]

End-of-Splatoon thoughts.

Thinking about how since the very start, Splatoon has had a feature where players can draw and post artwork and spot them as graffiti on walls or billboards. Or how the weapons have always been paint brushes and rollers and ballpoint pens. Since its inception, Splatoon has been dedicated to engaging its players with the act of creation and creative expression, showing them how their art can build communities and (literally) change the world.

Thinking about finding golden human-made music discs buried underground for thousands of years, and a grand finale music festival. About the Voyager Golden Records. About those human handprints etched into concrete in Alterna. Did those human artists know it would end like this? First a fiery death and then, eventually, a worldwide celebration of music to represent our shared past, present, and future. Did they know that their songs, insignificant in the face of extinction, would one day become the solution that will save the next dominant life-form from the same fate?

Thinking about how eerily similar the Octarian domes are to Alterna. About how close Inklings and Octolings were to repeating the same mistakes as humans. But their doomed fates were undone not by some miracle technology or military power or a rocket, but by music.

Thinking about how humans wiped themselves out with war, and our parting gifts were liquid crystals that somehow paired with the DNA of primeval inklings and somehow infused them with our memories and culture and a Song. And 12,000 years in the future, that same Song will end a war.

Thinking about how art and music and punk culture and rock & roll and friendly competition and petty arguments and water guns aren’t uniquely human concepts, but the fundamental qualities of intelligent life. An inheritable spirit that can cross evolutionary bounds.

Thinking about the theme of Splatoon, that art and music and fun will not die with the human race. That every piece of art we create is a seed we sow for future generations to reap. That our legacy is ingrained into the crust of the earth. That long after we’re gone, the oceans will remember, and they’ll pick up where we left off.

Thinking about how Splatoon says that the essence of humanity –– the thing that will outlive us –– isn't war or prejudice or destruction or greed, it's a song.

[tfunity]

Those unrecorded by the Covenant, that journal gifted by Time, yet integral nonetheless.

Father, Mother. Binder, Effected. Remaining, and long since allowed to pass on.

Being twenty feet away from the birth of a new universe can change you. Primacron went from looking like his younger daughter to looking like the thing he dared bind into physicality, stained violet and burdened with eternity.

Oracle's chill tho. Bird Slime Mom did their best and probably can be credited with Primus turning out with any sense of love in him.

[recny]

what's the musical inspiration for the vampire lestat?

[catadromously]

despite everything, it's still you

[applestruda]

"You Have Succeeded Your Task"