shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

i hope yall know that you can just poof up your own personal chris pratt waifu and dont have 2 resort to secretly hitting on the 14 year old

 

I'm specifically trying not to hit on you, secretly or otherwise.

 

sure buddy

anyways chris pratt waifu @yall keep that in mind

 

I am. And I'm sorry if I did hit on you. I didn't mean to.

 

"It's never some bullshit like that, or if it is, you find out that one Death Point is a lot worse than it sounds." Valiska sighs.

"No, a curse is a spell that has detrimental effects on the other party, and people often end up under a curse because their consent is not informed consent." Valiska shrugs. "A death curse is still a death curse even if the person wants to die."

"Believe it or not, some people actually like salad," Valiska says, shaking her head. "And holy shit, no. I heard about that game from Dipper, when he was checking to make sure my sister's name was really Getheny, not...Giffany."

 

eh i can live w/ that

haha 'live'

 

There are a lot of spells, and many many deals with Outlanders, that shave off part of your natural life expectancy. People don't think it means much, but you stack them enough and end up dying at twenty.

 

Spoiler: vaguely suicide joke

 

ANYWAYS who wants 2 see me pose dramatically w/ a kitten and a FIRE SWORD

 

"You say that now, but you won't feel that way when more of your natural lifespan's behind than in front of you. That's one of the reasons humans send teenagers off to fight wars."

Valiska laughs. "Mostly everyone."

 

*He poses VERY dramatically with @The Fattest Kitten and a FIRE SWORD.*

*YELL HEAH.*

 

He is impressed.

Bill looked over at @Valiska Pines and nods. "It's just as bad as he said it was."

 

That's actually the curse! It's not a very GOOD curse. The problem is you can't set the sword down.

 

(There is a faint glow from far away, but dimension-wise, sideways. Like light shining through sheets of paper, coming closer. Deirdre shifts in, mud and blood covering her up to her knees and the fringes of her dress, on her hands up to her elbows, in spatters on her dress and face and hair, the latter of which, while originally tucked away in a bun, is stringy and sneaking out.
Her hand cramps around the lantern she is holding.)
... This is Tershoet telling me to take a break, isn't it.

 

Your employer should take better care of you if he only does so now.

 

Can't.
Too much work still left.
The Baltreshki did something to the corpses and the priests can't do anything. Only the angels, and the paladin.
So many dead...

 

You'll sure be helpful to him when you're dead!

(Not. Take a breeeeak.)

 

Well, I am here now, evidently.

Hm...
I think I remember someone mentioning they were a cursebreaker, maybe they can help... I'm fairly certain Caitriona could translate from one system to the next, she's got the Neunauge.

 

-pads up, boops her over so she sits-
"Anyone got squishie food?"

 

[Eclipse blinks down at Deirdre and Sawbones, tentatively summoning a rather large bowl of birdseed and berries. He hasn't quite been absorbed into the cuddlepile-- he's still sitting upright, albeit with Venture draped over one of his legs, and has gone back to petting his trinemate's wings.] I don't think all organics take the same food, but...?