shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

KOHAI CAN TEACH HIS DAMN SELF. OR IS THAT TOO MONUMENTAL A TASK FOR YOUR SWOLLEN, THROBBING INTELLECT?

[karkat swats him]

SEXUALLY HARRASSING EVERYONE IS *KANAYA'S* JOB, REMEMBER? SHE'S THE ONE WHO CARES ABOUT ROBONERS ANYWAVE, GOD, AT LEAST YOU COULD STAY ON BRAND WITH YOUR GROSS SHTICK

 

-she somehow manages to smirk politely at him. It's probably physically impossible, but so is the rest of her godform-

 

-a still somewhat embarassed chirp! Hello someone has their tentacles out like it´s no big deal!-

Tentacles! -chirping in insecticon to the effect that why are there tentacles out what is a boner-

 

[squints. his fins flick subconsciously in a 'see how royal i am' gesture]

AND WHAT IS YOUR DEAL, EXACTLY? ASIDE FROM BEING A HUMAN/HORRORTERROR ECTOBIOLOGICAL DISASTER, I GUESS

 

No? I don't know why-- [he flicks a pedipalp in @The Unspoken Lady's direction, having forgotten her name--] has everything out since it doesn't look like she's playing with anyone? But it's not like we're open.

Yet.

[There could be. More tentacles out.]

 

"I would not have guessed the lower case omega was a mouth," Lissa muses, ears pricked up with curiosity.

"I really wouldn't have...."

 

but i already know about the wigglies, babe, i gotta find out
you're hampering real scientific research. do you get off on choking progress, karkat? are your jimmies working up a froth in the confines of your wetsuit? which is now a wetsuit i guess. nasty.

[they're kissing again. is that tongue?]

[dave eventually stops trying to be a pinkkat face barnacle] PFFTHA
yes, tentacles.
consentacles
pentacles
tormentacles
unrelentacles

fuck, this is even better than roboners discussion, i'm cackling. karkat i've found your giant metal people

anyway dude we've got tentacles for every occasion, they don't gotta be for yiffin'

 

Nah that's mostly my deal summed up right there. Resident goddess of Death, Magic, and Squick.

That's my secret. I'm playing with everyone. -just not the way Thunderwing meant, but she won't clear up the ambiguity unless she has to-

 

Oh god! The weebs are taking over!
Wait...why am I afraid?

 

"What in Trinity's name is a weeb? And why are they bad?"

 

"I have no fucking idea," says Valiska. "But it might not be as bad as it seems. My little sister calmed down a great deal when they promised not to try to lay hands on her."

 

But you're not plugged in anywhere? Or is that an organic thing?

 

-just smiles enigmatically, practically an invitation to investigation-

 

[....perhaps weird cables-out lady would like a shiny rock? He nudges one over to her. (It is not the same rock he gave Sprocket, just a suspiciously similar copy.)]

 

-more blushing and flustered chirping- [But everyone can see and they´re not even swarm!]

 

<You and I aren't swarm either, does that matter?> [Shrug.] <If the seeing is a problem we can make a [nest/cell/room]!>

 

"Is everything okay, Thunderwing?" Lissa remembers the big bug-mech; they talked about a lot of things, before.

"Weebs are...a kind of otaku, anime fan. They wish they were Japanese, or they act like they do. Some of them are not very nice when they decide that I personally am their neko-musume fantasy given life and breath. The bad ones are the reasons that I don't like the word 'catgirl'." Lissa sighs. "But these ones are being nice to us. Which makes me glad, because given what I've had to put up with just at the regular old skiffy cons Ford goes to, I really didn't think Valiska could handle it if they weren't. We're clones, but she's a queen, so she always thinks she's the big sister."

 

[Nodnodnods.] Sprocket is... shy? I think is the word? About all the cables out, but we're fine!

 

"Does that mean something then?" Lissa asks. "I thought it's just part of their bodies. Is it supposed to be...private? And if it is for you...it might not be, for her. Because she's not a Transformer, and she's from somewhere else." Although...

Lissa considers the context in which the Poisoned Lady's tentacles began to wave at people, and begins simultaneously to blush and giggle a little. "But you can ask her not to do that, if it makes you uncomfortable."

 

"There's not much in the way of trouble that I can't handle," says Valiska. "Even if you did have more training than me. And you are the little sister. Tisselen made me as a gift to their lovers. There weren't supposed to be copies...but I'm glad that you do exist."