shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

But aren't people supposed to be nice to their kids?

 

!!!
I played myself.
[He kneels next to stabby.]
My child, my spark-dearest, light of my life, do u have preferred pronouns?

... Can't promise but will try?

You sure you wanna challenge me?

 

[A look of utter puzzlement crosses his face. Wat.]

 

Do I look like someone with impulse control?
?_?

 

Will try what, to yell at me again? That is kind of the opposite of what I would like :c

 

-She beams 'innocently'.-

 

u try bein nice to 50 something horny assholes

 

No you look like a weirdo in a shitty mask.

No! Frag. I meant I'll try not to yell, Primus. I'm not that much of an aft.

Whatever the frag you think you are doing here it's gotta stop.

 

There's your answer!
^_^

 

Naw, they snap off when I go doing scrap. Sometime I gotta crunchy join fer a bit but goes away. -comes over to sit next to whisper-
See, s´the ones out on my shoulders n´stuff what actually grow ta any size.

 

Yes, sir~!

 

...okay. Um.

'Daddy' is a colloquialism on some planets for a masculine-identifying caretaker? And from there as a term of respect it sometimes turns into a more, uh. Intimate form of address towards masculine-identifying romantic partners? And also I think there's a kink taking that a step further but that's not really my field of expertise... Mostly I think Lacuna is teasing you with the implications of intimacy? Maybe?

 

... Frag off.

[His optic twitches and he kicks her in the knee, not particularly gently]

 

-She hops, grabbing her knee.-

Awww, that hurt~!

 

Okay, that is extremely fragged up and I want nothing to do with it so I'm glad I'm already kicking her.
[He looks pissed off]

 

Gonna hurt a lot more if you don't stop the jetfuel.

 

-She scowls, fake sweetness gone.-

 

[Whisper rearranges his wings to make room. Totally not moving away! At all! Even though this guy is pretty big! And also covered in pointy things!]

...as long as it goes away I guess that's fine? Might be safer and more comfortable to wash the grit out if you have access to noncorrosive liquids, though :c

Do you do anything with the broken ones?

[Nooooooooope! Nope nope nope! Not his problem! Whisper cranks up the smile and turns his full attention back to Abomination, though the cant of his wings is distinctly fearful now.]

 

[He glares right back]

[...okay maybe his shoulder draw up a bit guiltily. Maybe. He didn't really mean to scare Whisper (again) but the word sorry doesn't exist in his vocabulary when he's pissed and/or feeling threatened, so... maybe he'll remember to apologize later.]

 

-She shoves him.-