shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

The first paintings have been done by the esteemed contemporary, founder of the cult, and teller of stories, the Disciple. She drew the Signless in all detail she could manage, which was difficult because they were, well, cave paintings. The following generations extrapolated from them, refined the lines, and sent the knowledge along that our savior would reach up higher than the Summoner, be more imposing than the Grand Highblood, and more beautiful than the Condesce.

I think we need to get you a pair of heels, for that matter.
(Oneira is fucking with him.)

He's got sense, and the guts to speak up, too.
(She's grinning)

 

"I can't decide if you irritate the shit out of me or I'm deeply attracted to you." Ford scowls, then glances at Lissa. "I already know what your vote is. No."

 

Ford sighs. "My vote is also no. Especially given the reaction that Valiska and Severin would have, but even without that, no."

 

Selfcest is bestcest?
?_?

 

Lissa shrugs. "They're both cute, what can I say?"

 

lets b real id love 2 make out w my own clone but i am Fuckin Hideous

 

[Her ghost has ascended from her body to shake her head]
Theres Way More Ugly People Around Here.

 

"We already knew that I am a whole lot sluttier than he is." Ford shrugs. "Different portal experiences. Probably."

 

yea dude ever heard of modeling in ones own image

yall gotta deal w my Ass Face multiplied 100fold bc Suck It

 

BOY HOWDY, WHAT WONDERFUL SLEUTHS YOU ARE. WHAT GAVE IT AWAY?

IT'S HILARIOUS, 'CAUSE ALL MY WRISTS GOT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY AND DO SICK STUNTS WITH A SHARP BLADE IN YOUR BLOCK, AND I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD ADVERTISING MY BLOOD LIKE THAT. THAT'S ONE OUT OF THREE, AND IT'S LITERALLY THE SINGLE GENETIC COMPONENT IN MY CANDIDACY.

AND ANYWAY. THEY MIGHT BE...DAUGHTERS OF YOUR HOUSE, WHATEVER THAT MEANS, BUT THEY APPARENTLY *WORSHIP* ME. I THINK THAT MEANS I CAN CALL THEM WHATEVER DELIGHTFULLY COLORFUL INSULTS MY MUTANT PAN COOKS UP. SORRY ABOUT THE, UH, EVERYTHING, THOUGH?

HA HA, BITCH PLEASE. YOU'D SOONER CATCH ME IN CROCS

I CAN'T BELIEVE I SOMEHOW EVEN MANAGED TO FAIL TO MEET EXPECTATIONS FOR A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE LITERALLY BEEN WAITING FOR ME FOR GENERATIONS. YOU'RE WELCOME!

 

[Ghost Shrug]
I Disagree But Knock Yourself Out I Aint Gonna Go Pale On Your Ass.

 

You I like.

 

gross get that Nasty Alien Romance away from me

i am a Strong Independent Man who dont need no moirail

 

-A kitten apurrs! From a point in his timeline when he´s really not a kitten anymore, being nearly full grown-
Oh hey, that´s a lot of trolls in here.

 

-raises hand- If I don't worship you can I poke you?

 

^_~

 

THE ANSWER IS A RESOUNDING NO. WHAT A SHOCK. THE VERY EARTH TREMBLES BEFORE ME IN SURPRISE AND WONDER

 

Hear ye, our savior envisions crocs as the footwear of the revolution. The squeaking shall be omnipresent, and our feet shall both be aired, and never soaked. The empire shall tremble in the face of such a travesty, and we shall stomp them. The shoemakers shall weep, and the fashionistas shall cry, and the galaxy will resound with the noise of a wave of crocs, and the crocodiles they come with.

 

Legends grow with the telling.

Not heels though. Platform combat boots.

~_^