shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

I appreciate that, thank you. I am not truly mad at any of you, I was simply hurting. Like when the people came and made my cave fall in because they did not check and watch their explosions.

 

We'll ask, darlin'. [Wires reaches up to lace his fingers between Thunderwing's pedipalps, massaging gently at the joints where they meet his face.]

@Red Hood, @Not The Batman You Want, y'all mind if big blue here watches with us long's he plays nice?

Workin' on it, promise, but more loud noises ain't gonna help'im, the screaming's meant to be taken up by the entire hive and gettin' loud only trips that switch harder. Kinda how yellin' at a barking dog don't help none, hey?

 

Long as he doesn't block the screen or jostle me or Bats here, I'm good.

 

>_o
[He thumps the side of his head a couple times. That was a little more yelling than even Wrench is usually up to dealing with.]

...I think I'm deaf in one ear now?
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Did you find a new cave?

 

We should prolly stick behind your couch anyhow, even I'm too big for that. [Wiretap grins, tightening his grip a little when Thunderwing reaches down to gently grab at his face with all four palps.] Got me a big ol' substitute right here, 's no big.

 

-shrugs- [Ok, more for me then! Just say something if you change your mind.]

 

D: that sounds terrible! i think if someone caved in my house id probably zap them to the moon for being such a stupid fuckhead
i hope you found somewhere new to leave where people wouldnt bother you!

[oh. sad ears]

ill try not to bark at him too :( i hope i didnt make things too much worse! he seemed nice
i dont mean to bark so loud at everybody but theres so many people here...
there was another guy sort of like you guys here when i first showed up and he suggested that i teleport away, next time i will try to remember to do that instead of yelling back
do you guys have transformer dogs or have you met an organic one before?

 

Nah, you only came in on the tail end of it, we're mostly good now. Gonna spend some quiet time together, we'll be fine. [Thunderwing chirrs assent, though he's apparently done talking for now.] That kinda yelling's, like... an alarm call-type thing? So if someone yells back at 'im, or someone he likes starts yellin' too, it flicks that little part of his brain sayin' 'there's a threat here, watch out' even harder, ya dig?

Aaanyway.

Yeah, there're dogformers. Ain't ever known any, but there's every other alt under the sun, I'm sure there's at least one canid in the Taxonomy somewhere. I'm on deep-space work most'a the time I'm not in here, though, so most of what I know's nabbed off satellites we go past, either direct or off someone else who grabbed it from a planet and dropped it for copying. Ain't never seen an organic dog in person, though!

 

[And comfortable he gets, still heavily draped against Jason's side. He needs physical contact to loved ones like he needs breathing and it will be a while yet before he can stop being clingy. Doubly so because Jason share's his taste in awful TV and he can't watch soaps at home anymore while Damian is awake. The kid is very clear about his tastes in entertainment.
Anyways, Dick makes no move to seperate, instead peering over Jason's shoulder to watch his hands as he follows Kablooey's instructions. He looks genuinely calm and happy, relaxed even.]
Think you can do it like this or do I have to move, Jaybird?

Mhm what Hood said. Are you guys better now?

 

"You can make it not hurt your ears in here," says Lissa. "My hearing is actually really sensitive and I usually wear earplugs when we play with this stuff at home, but I don't need them here."

 

-He finishes a tricky part and looks up at the instructions before looking at Dick, tugging playfully at a longer bit of hair. Things from a cheap but comfortable living room, mostly a sturdy wooden coffee table that's scratched and stained with oil and a box filled with tools and bits of wire, have slowly appeared around Jason.-
Nah, this'll work. It's all detail work, don't need a big range of movement.

 

Better enough to be around people, at least. [He squeezes the bases of Thunderwing's palps one last time before carefully pulling away, though he stays well within arm's reach.] Said nine, right? Let's do this. C'mon, cuddlebug, let's get settled.

[By the end of robot Tetris, Thunderwing has his chin propped up on the back of the couch, optic band dim, and Wiretap is lounging on his shoulder against the big spike of kibble that becomes part of a horn. Aw yissss, best seat in the house.]

 

Too late! I'm DEAF FOREVER.
^_^

 

There is a soft clatter, a criss-crossing patterns of lines that look like a dreamcatcher. A young human woman is standing in the middle, in a stern green suit. Long skirt, sturdy boots. Some of her long, golden braids have loosened from the tight bun on the back of her head. There is a shotgun in her hand.

She looks around. Puzzled, skeptical. Tentatively hopeful, perhaps.
"This," she eventually remarks. "Is not Carcosa."

 

Good.
[He sighs happily and nuzzles Jason's shoulder, the world's clingiest blanket.]

Oh hey, I dunno how much you're missing, did you remember Callista's house burning down? That was her plan to cover up the whole business with her husband's sister's blackmail ring they used to rig the local garden competition.

[He snickers and throws a small pillow.]
Don't be a baby. No one needs ears to be a hero!

Nope! This is more of a Neighborhood Watch and Explosives Making party. Snacks are over there.
[He is still draped over Jason and still very much shirtless and disheveled. Dick this is why you can't be taken anywhere.]

 

Well-mannered that Margaret is, for all her feminist, her mother would call it velleity, she turns to the man addressing her. And then promptly averts her eyes.
There is something about her stance and ever-so-slightly disdainful look that will remind an onlooker of a librarian. The old kind, haunting shelves and hissing at people who talk. Not even too loudly. Just talk.

"Informative. I would have taken it for a bachelor's party, but I suppose the difference is negligible," she says, and then forces herself into eye contact with the man. There is no such thing as a polite stoneface, but there are things you learn not to let bother you when you're a woman officially graduating from university in 1922. "Ah, honoured to make your acquaintance, Mr...?"

 

*A man in a very familiar rat mask, identical in fact to the one @Defalt wears, appears. He is not just a man, and clearly has the lower half of a snake. A hiss escapes him and he curls himself up as best he can, sinking down and trying to hide his upper half in his hoodie as best he can.*

th'fuck...

 

[He snickers immaturely because for all that he is past 30 he still derives childish glee from flustering people. And hey, the domino mask he's wearing helps with not being flustered right back. Plus he's a showman, and showmen don't have a sense of shame.]
No Mister, just Batman. Am I gonna get scolded, Ms....?"
[For all that his eyebrows are covered he still manages to waggle them. Dick no.]

Cool mask, dude!
[Not that anyone but the man he is currently cuddling with will be able to tell but he does shift, no longer completely loose and relaxed but ready underneath the perfectly calm exterior and easy smiles. Between the suited lady's gun and a masked guy who is clearly a meta he may not have the option to continue being a clingy blanket anymore.]

 

*Another hiss, but it fades. Is that... The hell, why's he having a Batman dream?* Yes, fukkin best mask.

Where is thissss? *Peeks himself up a bit, perhaps this IS a dream? Or maybe he's in a coma. Or dead. That's Batman though.*