shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Yeah. I think I get it now.

*church reaches for his hand, just his hand, 'cause that's what feels right right then*

*reaching for his hand and smiling at him and looking tenderly in his eyes*

*the moment is too quiet and soft for much else*

 

[He deflates a little.] Of course I know that! Serve me up a helping of, uhm, booze. For me. To me.

 

oh shit i am uniquely ill equipped to give the welcome to hell 101
hi youre in a dreamspace some of us come here when we sleep some of us come through portals some of us do other shit

none of us are from the same universe we are in the sewers of a thousand cosmic toilets my man and each turd is from a vastly different locale
where im from youre a comic book character
cant say im too familiar with it cause my interests are way weirder than comics but white dog? big clark kent chin? not actually clark kent?
its the sequel himself

 

Yuh-huh.

[He steals the glass, downs it himself, then refills it with something that turns into a sweet, barely alcoholic tasting cocktail. It's definitely super fruity though. Super fruity.]

Have at it, sailor.

 

[Jack holds his hand back like the good boyfriend he is. He smiles, and for once it's slightly less condescending than normal.]

 

Lissa sighs. "I am so sorry. But even sorrier that I have to ask...you can't hurt Missha, can you?"

With no more living kits after Jessie, sometimes it feels like Mason and Alex and Missha are also her babies, each in their own way.

 

-facepalms- Hey, remember that thing about being covert? What´s the deal... -wolf sniffs at robin and growls.- you´re not Dick. Who are you?

-folds his arms and gives the entire rave a sour look- Great. Guess I´m staying here for a bit.

 

[Tim takes a very, very hesitant drink and is surprised to find it bearable. He's still not really a drinker, but at least it's not making his lungs come flying out of his chest.] Good. Not like my fancy, million dollar Hyperion vodka, but it's good!

 

Sorry, sorry! [He jumps back, out of direct danger of getting bit.] No, no, I am Dick! Just, I'm a Dick. Wait, no, that came out wrong. I'm a version of Dick, like, Grayson. We're just probably not from the exact same universe?

 

[ ,':3c ]

dont sound so excited crankypants
man you are not NEARLY as fun to rile up as you could be
wheres the tantrums
i wanna see some shitfitssss
anyway im sure we could figure out some way to get you outta here
id offer to provide a stabbing but idk that this place does what dreambubbles do re: that and also
hard pass

 

*everything feels really peaceful*

*the small world around them and even church's mind - and boy, oh boy, that last one, that last one, that last one being peaceful was fucking once-in-a-lifetime miracle*

*well not precisely once in a lifetime but it was really rare*

*and really nice*

*and this time, all due to jack*

And uh. Thanks. For putting up with me being stupid about pretty much everything.

 

"Hey there, hottie! I'm Alex. This is my twin brother Mason and this is his girlfriend Gwendolyn. How do you feel about pizza?"

 

[dave is damn near cackling, because he is, in fact, five]

 

[Jack winks.]

Anytime, cupcake.

 

What?! [Robin doesn't squawk like an indignant bird. Honest.] It's my name!

[Wait. Shit. Still undercover. He's got to get better at this.]

I mean, it's a name. My name is Robin, boy wonder.

 

*blushes*

... really?

*he says it in a way born of amazement, not skepticism*

 

"So where's Batman?"

 

Uh, see, I'm not actually sure? When I got here he wasn't with me...

 

Really really.

[Jack presses a kiss to his forehead. He can be romantic! Sometimes. If you squint.]

 

Probably not. Assuming all this other universe stuff is true.

-makes a universal gesture unfit for childrens television.-

Hi. Sure? Pizza sounds good. Dream pizza. Sure.