shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

With my bear hands, huh?

[He grins and winks.]

 

*points*

Jail.

 

Sorry, that's Aiden's kink, not mine.

 

*under his breath* Yeeeeahh. Riiiight. Never scared. Riiiight.

*he doesn't want to push the issue but like hell he's gonna believe that jack wasn't fucking petrified when he first got a sense of what this space really was*

*like fucking hell*

*gleeful startled yelp*

*blushes*

Yep.

*smirks*

 

Bad joke jail.

 

Still his kink. Though I could see you in a cage.

 

*Squints* No, don't. I don't like that stuff very much.

 

[karkat looks like he's swallowed a lemon]
I'VE NEVER REGRETTED ANYTHING IN MY LIFE MORE THAN IN THIS INSTANT. WOE, IF ONLY I WERE A TIME PLAYER, THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE TO WALLOW IN THIS SOCIAL HELLHOLE FOR ANY LONGER THAN IT WOULD TAKE TO UNMAKE MY DECISIONS

BUT NO. I CAN'T EVEN TELEPORT AND MUST SIT. AND BEAR WITNESS TO WHAT I HAVE WROUGHT. WHEN WILL IT END? WHEN WILL IT END??????

BRO, YOU HAVE TO PROPOSE FIRST. I'LL BE HERE, DIVORCE PAPERS IN HAND, READY TO SWOON INTO YOUR PASTY ARMS

I GET THE HIVE

[ T:<B ]

MY THING IS TALKING TOO MUCH AND BEING GENERALLY USELESS, YOU CAN TAKE WHATEVER

 

SWEET I'LL EVEN LET YOU HAVE A TINY BIT OF ROYALTIES
because
I'm such a generous guy
the most generous

 

[Jack finally stops laughing and does a starfish pose on the ground.]

I don't think i'll ever get over the endless possibilities of my name.

Hopefully never, kiddo.

 

o shit waddup?

*Floating gently*

 

Yeah, sure, definitely. You just carry a ball gag around because you're that vanilla, I believe you.

Alcohol. Stop being dead, start being a DJ again or whatever.

 

Right in the ear dude.

 

NOT... A BALL GAG..... an' no not like that, I d'like bein' trapped. Not m'thing. Not after the shit I went though.

Especially not after the car crusher.

YEAH! *chugs the water like he might a beer, he is fooled... BUT FOR HOW LONG*

 

*settles down on the ground beside him*

Yeah. It's nice like that.

 

"Amen," says Lissa.

She growls in Jordi's direction, ears set back. "Could you like, not?"

 

Ahhh, it's a trauma thing. Gotcha. So what, you can't do the whole leather scene at all anymore, or what?

Sorry, physically incapable of knotting. But we can all dream, honeybuns.

 

dude dont take the house you already have all of tantrum town to live in
youd leave me homeless and bereft
see this shit is why i want a divorce

and we already agreed id be doing all the swooning so chop chop ive already got my wedding dress picked out

your name has plenty of joke material too but i feel like if i capitalize on it i will invoke your holy wrath once more

 

uh fuk u? lmao. I'll haunt ur ass, fukkin try me dude.

*Floats down to sit on the bar and cross his legs. Sexy Rat.*

Ya want some music though? I can do dat, request?

*turns his mask at @Lissa Beijada-Pines * Reowr~!

 

You got that fucking, what, that house mix, right? Your early shit, lot of piano, not so heavy on the beats? Some of that. Here, have a drink on the house.

[He pours Defalt something electric blue.]