shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

*Slowly clambers his way out of Jordi's lap and wraps an arm around her*

Spoiler: Long but also sensitive subjects

I'm a jealous harpy sometimes. It's-- Everything I've ever had I had to fight for tooth and nail, and at least for me I had to protect him after what happened with the FBI. Hm... *Bubbles them both because he doesn't really want everyone hearing this, even Jordi to a degree!*

I'd like to think I've gotten better about it, it's hard to be jealous with Jordi because he's... Well, he's Jordi. You don't own Jordi, Jordi owns you-- Metaphorically. I know I'd get pissy if Jordi went off with someone without telling me first, but again I think it's different. With Wrench... He's real fragile? In my universe when he got unmasked by the FBI they forced him to use the fucking female bathroom, misgendered him, and did some real awful shit. It took... a lot... for me to help him come back out of that shell.

I mean, I don't know if that's part of why the other Marcus is being like that? Could be fear too-- It's hard for me to get close to people sexually because I'm fucking terrified of praise? I hate it. I fucking hate it, because like no dude I did that and it's cool but just-- It's fine. *Sighs* Jordi's good about it, and so was Wrench while we were dating-- Which... We didn't work because we were uh-- Better fuckbuddies than dating, wasn't jealousy so much as sexual incompatibility.

I'm not sure if he'd ever show up here, is the thing, but I'm sure he'd be just as enthralled by you as the Alpha Wrench was. He's a good guy, and I can't speak for what interpersonal things happened to the other me but... It's-- It's probably more fear than out right jealousy. Personally I'd be terrified that he'd realize I was actually as useless as I really am, you're pretty and smart and yeah I'm smart but I'm also a fucking wreck.

Like, I even take Prozac these days. Like, without Jordi that would have never happened. So I seriously doubt other-me is medicated for this severe chronic depression.

 

"Starboy"? -he looks amused- I´ve heard Vek called many names, but not that one.

 

*laughs* Well... when I think about it, I actually have no idea where I even got it from. It just... came to me.

 

Sounds like a personal problem.

 

We do walk among the stars, but in that qualification you may as well apply it to me as him.

 

I'm pretty sure that most people don't have divine insight into anything.

Heh. Yeah.

 

Is it really so inconceivable that someone you only passingly interact with-- interdimensional traveller or not!-- does, in fact, know people besides the ones you're most familiar with? Because honestly, the whole thing reads a little... well, to paint the deer teal:

Spoiler: Norm, is this you? (image)

I must admit, it doesn't quite have the same ring to it as "black-sparked callous spawn of a decaying Dire Wraith," but he's not quite as old yet as we were when we had our bigger fights. [Vector grins and gently tweaks one of the projections on Megatronus's helm.]

 

Hey, if I was going to have divine anything, it'd be insight. I mean shit, you can dream up anything here right? Do that.

 

... well, when you put it like that, no...

*headtilt* Dream up... divine insight?

 

Yeah, you know. Just do it, like the kid from the shitty Bayformers movies says.

 

"Well the thing is, I was going on the idea that the timeline split, but that guy doesn't even remember me, so while I'm sure we'd flirt up a storm, it wouldn't be the same."

Lissa sighs. "Not that it couldn't work but it might be weird? And by the way, those FBI shits can burn in hell."

Spoiler: all the feels. all of them.

Lissa swallows and cuddles up to Marcus, purring a little to soothe herself. "I just want it all to be like it was before, or for everyone to be okay, or ... something. The last time I saw the other you, he told me in sign that we were friends and that he loved me and that they'd talk. So maybe they will? And it will all be okay? Wrench is incredibly fragile, though, and I'd never want to make him feel caught in the middle again, he's not built for it. People shouldn't get to see him unless he can trust them. And I'll tell Marcus to get meds if he ever comes back. The other one."

At this point she laughs. "I want him back but I'm not sure I really ever had him, or that it would even be good for him. I think I kinda fell for him a little, and the weird thing is it happened when I realised somebody had to take care of him! On the other hand Ford has a point that requiring monogamy from one's partner even in dreams is a bit...well, impossible frankly. I'm pretty sure even good Christian church ladies have dreams they don't tell anyone about."

She relaxes a little. "Yeah, Jordi's an owner." She breathes out. "That's good for you. But shit, humans' noses don't work. It was hilarious when he hit on me. Because I can fuck most people if they know the rules, but the ones I want are the ones who look up at me like I just breathed the life right into them."

 

-looks up at him, the picture of mock betrayal- All my insults at your disposal, and you go with That?

 

*He snuggles right up to her and dueling purrs*

Well, I know I usually never say something I don't mean so I'd say it's safe to assume that you are good... He'll probably show up sooner or later, he might be busy-- I don't get much to do as a lap cat all day you know. *Snickers a little* Wrench's got a thing about not always sleeping right, so I know that happens, and I'm not much better... Or I wasn't before medication.

It'll work out fine I think.

 

What, would you rather I have picked something 80% permutations of "frag" by volume?

 

"Do we know anyone who sleeps right?" Lissa giggles softly. "I love you too, but I wanna see them, both of them. I want them to know I love them no matter what they decide. But I'm also mortal and selfish, so I have an opinion about it!"

After a moment, she closes her eyes. She knows she had this once in her life, holding someone who purred and held her. But she can't remember it. She was probably a kit in the nursery then, curled up with another kit. They couldn't break up the particular friendships when kits were still tiny enough to need to snuggle each other, even though the nursery was always kept warm enough.

 

Jordi sleeps right, it's annoying he gets all upset when I go into my 'sleep forever' depression stages. That's why he got me medicated. *Snorts and then lets out a sigh.* Mind if I pop the bubble?

 

Frag you, people who cannot knit recognizable frogs dont get opinions. -playshove-

 

"Prob'ly should." Lissa sighs. "Ford's probably worried about me. Best husband. Hate it when people think we don't love each other enough because we play around. Tell him I'm fine if I fall asleep." She sighs. "Got an idea, actually." She folds down into herself and is once more a small black cat with purple highlights in her fur--almost a kitten, not even close to ten pounds--and takes a nap in Marcus' lap.

 

[Vector flicks a wing, bopping Megatronus in the shoulder.] Oh, like you could do any better on your first try.

 

*Reaches up to pop the bubble, scoots himself to lean against Jordi's leg as he goes to happily petting the Lissa cat. Speaking of, he's feeling sleepy too. Carefully he places her down and shifts into his own cat shape, curling up around Lissa. There we go, nice and comfy and a perfect way to nap-- And eventually wake up, pulling him out of the dream.*