shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

... okay, so... I seem to have a habit of attracting - no, wait, wait, wait, it's the other way 'round. Anyway, yeah, I know a lot of women that do the... thing you and Valiska do. The... terrifying thing. The thing that makes me wonder if I'm gonna die yet another fucking time. Pretty much all the time. Not that you are like that all the time, but... you sometimes are. Yeah.

And Ford's position in your relationship. In both of your relationships, yours and Valiska's. It feels like a pretty familiar position to me. One I've been in before, with my ex-girlfriend. Except... you guys are nicer. And he doesn't have to do that much to calm you down.

 

Hahaha yeah. Excuse me Mr. Raider, I know I killed all of your friends, but do you have a moment to talk about racism against synths?

 

Your doing a wonderful job.

 

*giggles and waves*

 

"Yes!!! We are doing the thing, it is going to be done! Come on Ford, let's go!"

Lissa laughs. "Boobs work all kinds of ways, there are all kinds of boobs. But I believe human ones probably don't work like that, Wrench. At least not any of the ones that I've handled."

Lissa sighs. "Okay, that sounds like a problem I can fix. Hit me up when I come back and we'll talk about the difference between dominance and abuse. You shouldn't be associating serious threat displays with relationship conflicts unless something is awfully wrong. Although it probably helped that Ford wasn't the person who pissed me off." She smiles apologetically. "But I was promised a party and it looks like it's happening!"

She is genuinely concerned about this...but she is the bounciest little catte right now. It is her.

 

[He enters again, this time wearing a white beret, his white hair underneath messy and wavy and white poncho with questionable shirt, jeans and socks, atleast with his golden eyes. At least his sturdy work shoes and gloves are still reasonable. He's also wearing an eyepatch for whatever reason. Much more noticeable however is the black and white cow decorated with festival ribbons. They evidently just won a contest.]

 

-pops in and spins around cheerfully- WE FOUND A CASTLE!

 

Wow man! I love that outfit! Suuuper kakkoii~!

*Waves enthusiastically at @Oak Tree Town's Darling . He seems completely unbothered by suddenly being in some random place. Marcus is just taking this in stride. Just like in one of his animes.*

 

[A rather large robot leans down to look at the cow; he looks rather delighted by her, for all he doesn't say anything.]

Spoiler: img

 

[he gives her a silent thumbs up. Congratulations. May your adventures go well in the future!]

[................... he doesn't pull a face but only just so. These kinds of guys are why he left the great city to become a farmer in bumfuck nowhere. Nevertheless the man appreciates his new clothes. He signs elabroately about how he sewed it himself, now that he has alpacas and suffolk sheep. Hanako next to him, dear sweet that she is, pushes her head under his arm. Oh well his explanation is cut short because now he just has to pet her. what a tragedy.]

[Yes good, appreciate her perfect, gourmet quality milk and her silky fur. She is the best cow. The best.]

 

*Aw man, okay maybe he understood that right* Uhhh sorry dude I'm not real sure what you said, but I think you said you sewed that yourself? I don't really know any sign language but uh-- If you did that's really awesome! I'm Marcus!

 

[He nods. Yes his sewing studio is his pride and joy. Then he begins signing his name, but stops himself when he realizes that Marcus is not used to his communication method, and pulls a battered notebook from his backpack. He points at the cover showing a stylized green leaf. For good measure he opens to a blank page and writes "LEIF" in rough, scribbly handwriting.]

 

Fucking dream fulla cute people up in here!
｡;+*(★`∪´☆)*+;｡
[He high fives Marcus. It's bizarre and disconcerting.]

 

Lissa stands there, mesmerised by the shiny new Marcus.

Oh wait. That's random Japanese inserted into English sentences, she knows what that means. She attempts to make herself as small as possible between Wrench and her Ford and possibly the real Marcus and Sitara as well. If she has to she will go and dive into the jet pile just watch her.

 

something, something, my nyas

 

What the fuck????
o_o

 

What the actual fuck. No. She doesn't say anything, but that sure is what she is thinking.

 

Your name's Leif? Nice to meet you! So uh, you know what this place is?

Wrench!
*high fives him back, bouncing cheerfully*
So you think this is like one of those shared dream things?

*And you've been noticed, it's almost as if all weebs smell fear or something*

Oh! Hi--

NANI THE FUCK??

 

"I think you're about to find out why the guy in the red sweater and I really hate each other." Ford sighs, and looks at the otaku twins like he will eat their faces if they say a word to or about his wife.

 

Oh no... Oh no no, hell no

*That is a look of utter shame, it's like looking into some fucked up mirror and seeing the true you. He is now wedged behind Wrench. NOPE*