shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

vwhats a dancestor.

 

an ancestor that dances?

 

better start tapping those toes, scarf boy.

 

Well you're messing up your own quirk for one. Even wasted that's obvious.

 

fucking hell
scuse me
fuckin hell havwvwe you not reached that far in the timeline yet

im not messing up my ovwvwn quirk
this is exactly hovwwv the kid talks

 

considering im currently discovwering that robots DONT dream of electric vwoolbeasts, id say no.

 

long story short our ancestors are also our descendants so porrim coined the term dancestors in order to describe them
por, that is
ignore the comma

 

I'm late to the shitty booze party because I was busy getting drunk. -waves flask- Gen-u-ine pirate's grog. Contaminated water mixed with whatever alcohol you can get. Eventually they just started putting it in a fucking vat to meld together into a horrible parody of a beverage. But it keeps dehydration at bay, and if you put enough citrus in it the taste of misery is almost palatable.

 

uh, okay, anyvways.

vwhy arent you dancing.

 

vwvwill dancin get me laid

 

do you havwe a problem vwith metal hoofbeast bulges.

 

vwvwell it vwvwont be my proudest moment but its hard to stoop much lovwvwer than this
-an attempt at dancing sexily is made but he is clearly unused to wearing a cape and trips over it in the process, falling to the ground-

 

-laughs unkindly, upends the last of her grog on his head-

 

D --> While I admit there is some resemblance, the only characterist% you share with the uncomfortable sea dweller are his atrocious fashion sense, his horns, and his seadweller status
D --> You also look a few sweeps older than him, or at least the one I know

 

i said dancing, not havwing a seizure.

if i vwanna see one of those all i havwe to do is fuck vwith my circuits.

 

hey, knock it the fuck off vwill you?
-he turns away and uses the end of the cape to wipe the beverage off, quickly starting to reapply makeup to his face. he is careful to prevent anyone from seeing his face as he does this-

 

-what do you know, she has another flask! Down it goes, onto his head again- Next time ask nicely.

 

vwvwhen hor gavwvwe you a robot body, he must havwvwe also givwvwen you the brains of a hoofbeast in addition to the bulge

 

actually, you knowv, my brain is one of the fewv things that ISNT robotic.

couldnt savwe my fucking dick, though, apparently.

 

-he screeches and flees from the rave. a distinct twin lightning bolt scar is momentarily visible on his forehead as his makeup begins to run again, before he hides his face in his hands and runs off-