#|| banter the reach ||

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good Morning, World.

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[chaotic-trav]

Merthur is what bakudeku wishes it could be . I said what I said

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the nsbu table is five DM pets and rekha shankar

[found--family]

am i the only one who sensed some jilted lover vibes from jensen? 

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

alright smutty trope mishmash one shot at 3k+ words already. somebody teach me to not write the most thorough setup for porn when? because I can't be trusted not to come up with an entire plot for it lol

[faultlinescrew]

could you please tell me things about newter from your beautiful mind. i like him i wish to know more

Of Course, please accept these assorted ramblings about the silly orange dude who lives rent-free in the hoarder-esq apartment that is my brain.

So circa worms beginning he is 16-ish, Faultline having yoinked him out of the sewers around a year or two prior and whilst Alexandrias interlude muddies things with him in terms of timeline and age a little, he is Designated Teenager at the end of the day. (Ill cut wildbow some slack on that part, Newter is one background character in a billion of em and Timelines are clearly not his strong suit.)

(What I will not accept is Wildbow claiming Newters natrual hair colour to be strawberry blonde. He is not fucking blonde. I will die on this hill.)

So that mix of being a teenager and the nature of being a case 53, an identity-less husk with nothing outside of a non-human appearance to base your sense of self off of- I believe that Newter based a non-insignificant chunk of himself off of the nightclub (though i doubt he is aware of it). A product of his home environment so to speak, becoming The Party Animal: The neon, the attitude, the way he views and enables his power for recreational use. And, y'know, being a walking lsd strip.

Chill, social butterfly, generally amicable person to be around- for all his extroverted whims I think he's very select when it comes offering friendship and even pickier when it comes to trust. Ride or die for Faultline, naturally, but i think out of the entire crew hes particularly close to Gregor (the original two ect ect) and Spitfire (more headcanony, but teenage solidarity).

And for a take thats 100% based off of vibes: Aromantic

[grey-ace-tickles]

not me being a brat at work trying to antagonize my friend into tickling me 👉🏼👈🏼

[blackjackkent]

Welcome to the Temple of Bhaal! This place has everything! Blood pools! Angry-looking people! Skull braziers! And that's just in the foyer!

On the bright side, no one's actively attacking us in here, presumably because we passed the Power Word Kill test out front. But our whole group is not enjoying themselves:

These two pools in the entrance hall have a skeleton each laid on the altar in the center. Looting them gives us, upsettingly, a set of wedding vows from each.

On the right, Stiv's wedding vows:

On the left, Masha's wedding vows:

Uhhhhhhhh.

"Boy, look at that," Karlach says, deadpan dry, as she looks over Hector's shoulder at the bloodstained parchment. "That's romance, right, Hec? Why did we never get around to doing that?"

"I don't know," Hector answers with a soft, humorless snort, as he pockets the paper. "I do keep putting us in front of plenty of Bhaalist knives but we just keep refusing to die."

It is hard for him to laugh at the joke, though - one day soon, his last expression of his love will be to watch her die and not stop it. He can't say he much likes the parallel.

[plugnuts]

Playing the bridge to the turnabout case the way it was meant to be played: with a cold

[skyheld]

tav banter meme for ameridan - 3, 12, 25 !

TAV BANTER AND DIALOGUE | ACCEPTING

3. Directing them to attack/move in combat

"Someone's luck is about to run out."´ "I see no other option." "If I must, I will do it."

12. Encountering a locked chest/door

"Seems we're not supposed to open this... but what harm could it do?" "Well, curse it." "Locked. Whatever's inside might be important... or dangerous."

25. Party banter with Astarion

AMERIDAN: We were almost neighbours, you know. ASTARION: Sorry? AMERIDAN: In Baldur's Gate. My house is near the park, next to that jewelry shop, if you are familiar. ASTARION: Oh, there. My, my, those are fancy quarters. Here I'd thought you'd live with the poor you love so much. AMERIDAN: I think I deserve some comforts. ASTARION: 'Some comforts?' Would those poor refugees outside the city gates call a house in that area as 'some comforts'? AMERIDAN: ... ASTARION: And just think of how much money you could've given to charity instead of spending on rent. Seems awfully selfish of you. AMERIDAN: That would sting more if I thought you actually cared. ASTARION: So you admit it stings a little.

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ASTARION: I imagine you don't frequent many dingy taverns. AMERIDAN: Not really. ASTARION: Thought so. I would have remembered seeing you. You do stand out in a crowd... and look awfully easy to fool. AMERIDAN: Less easy to kill, though. ASTARION: Yes, probably. You wouldn't have been worth the risk. Even if it would have been... tempting. AMERIDAN: ...should I be flattered? ASTARION: My favourite targets for Cazador were pretty fools no one would miss. AMERIDAN: I'll take that as a no, then.

[darklight-owl]

*thinking about Apothecary Yuri again* does Castti have a terminal illness

[illyaoakheart]

setting: the celebrations of the reach’s royal wedding have come to a close, and at last, the king and his new queen are allowed some moments alone. the two have begun to share their evening meals together, and the atmosphere has been thick with newness and hesitations. @visxionaries

the formal table yawns before her, laden with a small feast that two people alone could scarcely finish. she cannot help but marvel at the beauty of it. candles in golden candelabras send a warm light into the fragrant space, where windows are open to let the air in from the gardens before. vases are filled with roses, and the first time she sat here, she was nearly too afraid to eat any of it, lest she ruin the quiet beauty. she barley ate, truthfully, but that had been nerves.

but they have sat together, like this, a dozen times now. with him stretched so far away from her — and she wonders if that will be their marriage, too. she cannot help it, she doesn’t know any different, or any better. did his first wife sit here, so far away?

she sips gently on a goblet of wine, and there is no doubt in her mind that it is arbor gold. something about it gives her confidence — not because she has been drinking it, but because it reminds her of home, and of her shared roots with the Redwynes.

and the thought makes her pause. roots — her house’s words. her king — her husband — knew much of her roots because of his friendship with her lucrezia. lucrezia, who had married cedric’s own cousin, and in a small distant way, had truly become her family.

“your grace?” she asks, breaking the silence that stretches across their shared table. he makes her nervous — but still, she continues. “i was wondering if you might tell me more of your cousin. i…” it is an abrupt question, she knows. their conversations have not yet often divulged into the personal. “i can only speak to rumor, but i hear the two of you are very close.”

[casimirtully]

location: highgarden, the reach. setting: a stable not far from the main gate. after the storm and the burning of the river market, mere hours before the riverlands households depart from the reach. king casimir tully spots the once deceased mathis rowan. @ofgoldengrove

and he all but threw himself off the litter as they carried him from the castle towards the gate where the riverlands households would depart, to the waiting carriage. he'd wanted to leave immediately, on horseback, with his small council -- to see what devastation had been wrought upon the trident's mighty banks first hand. but the maesters had all but shoved him back into the bed, given him milk of the poppy to calm his feverish impulses. he was in no shape for travel, let alone to ride -- but they'd been unable to convince the river king otherwise.

he'd heard the rumors, that cedric's former hand had returned alive. mathis had been his friend, too -- they'd been boys together. but as his eyes landed on the lord of golden grove, the joy of his return was nearly forgotten as the words rang in his head. "it was mathis. in… in dorne." the same feeling returned, once more, and casimir was pushing himself off of the platform and onto solid ground as the other man walked into the stables.

his wounds scream. air hisses through his teeth, and he snaps for the men to leave him. they do, startled by his tempered behavior. every step is another bloom of pain, another gasp of breath, another wince, another series of stabs and heat all over his right side. but when he follows mathis, across the courtyard and into the stable, riverish gaze seething -- the pain seems to leach away. adrenaline shoots through him, as rageful as the trident, and takes it away. his staggered pace finds footing, and soon, he is all but thundering into the stable.

"fraochÚn sráide cúil!" casimir's voice is a bellow from the stable doors, and then he is on him. despite the injuries to his right arm, it is rearing back, then swigging forward at an unstoppable pace.

there is a crack, and there is blood; his fist collides squarely across mathis rowan's nose.

[mabaris]

another thing i love about bethany is that she loves to feel FANCY. she’s enthralled by her mother’s stories about childhood and the concept of being An Amell of the Estate. both of the presents you can get for her (in Birthright and Mark of the Assassin) are paintings. she would absolutely LOVE to go to fancy parties and wear stupid orlesian dresses

[cats-inthe-cradle]

14 episodes into Lethal Weapon and listen

I know she's technically his therapist

And he's still very much grieving his wife

But listen

Listen

[megarywrites]

Dino ask! :3 Deinonychus and I have to send my favorite dino: Ankylosaurus

thank you!!! under the cut because as usual, it got long lol

Deinonychus | share a scene with banter

She shifted, sitting now instead of squatting beside me, her arm braced somewhere behind me, our shoulders barely touching. I picked a few more othima. “I wish we had gotten to look around some more. It seems like a really charming place.” Smiling, I arranged the blossoms between my fingers, pinching the stems to hold them in place. “What were you and Ma laughing about? When I was outside?”  “Oh, that.” She chuckled, and I looked up, slightly startled to find her face so close to mine. But she wasn’t looking at me. “She mentioned something about how you were never that eager to clean before, and I said that that hasn’t changed since you came to Katania.”  “Hey, I keep my side of our room clean.” “If you want to call it that, sure.”  The corner of her lips twitched up, her dimple appearing for a split second before her gaze flicked up to meet mine.  We were already close. So close. Yet I wanted to be closer still. To let myself get lost in the depths of her eyes. Her attention lowered for a second, the very tip of her tongue poking out to wet her lips. My heart stuttered as her eyes captured mine again.  What were we talking about?  She looked away with a small smile, making to stand. “We should hurry if we want to make it back before supper.”  I leaned toward her, missing the close proximity already. “Here,” I said, holding out the measly bundle of flowers to her.  Solera brushed the seat of her kapta off before she collected the othima from me, her fingers brushing against mine. “Thank you, Thala.”  Warmth washed over me that had nothing to do with the heat of the day.

Ankylosaurus | share some of your favorite descriptive text

The gap between the rock faces started to widen, an ever-brightening blue light welcoming us as we swam out into the open. My eyes widened and my mouth fell slightly open.  A courtyard of a spiraling mosaic of green, yellow, and gray splayed out before us, clumps of bright green algae clinging to the faded stones like moss. Gardens of swaying red and yellow-green sea flora stretched out around the sprawling, airy palace up ahead. Deteriorating statues of once-noble dragons flanked the curved staircase leading up into the palace, the one on the left holding my attention until Mitha called out a greeting and waved to a cluster of mermaids within the garden.  She didn’t stop to talk, however. Instead, she led me up into the dilapidated palace itself.  The walls, where they still remained, possessed some of the grandeur of the former hall. Faded murals depicting an age long past adorned them. The pointed, arched ceiling was so vast that I had to squint to make out even the slender beams stretching between the patchy roof. Time and water had eroded the faces, wings, and tails of the stately columns that had been carved to appear like the dragons of legend.  Broad arched windows sat between each of these, looking out over another courtyard, where deep reds and blues joined in the dizzyingly swirled mosaic. Another garden spilled out onto the courtyard, which was populated with many more mermaids, most of which were fawning over Kama. Her head was resting on the jagged edge of the courtyard, which dropped off abruptly into the deep sea. Her long dark body swayed lazily in the current until she rolled over on her side to let some of the mermaids pick off the barnacles stuck to her underbelly.  “Thala.” I started at the sound of my mother’s voice, so taken with the bewildering, wonderful sight before me that I had forgotten about Mitha sharing her face and voice. I tore my attention away from the spectacle, looking over at her. “Come. I’ll show you where we rest.”  She had to keep reminding me to follow her, as I constantly got distracted by the surrounding murals. Faded as they were, it was hard to make out the depictions. But, from what I could tell, it told the story of the dragons and their friendship with the humans—a story that barely persisted with the passage of time in Grea. I knew of it from tales Pa had brought back from other lands, but even then, my memory was fleeting.  I was about to ask Mitha about it when I turned to find that we had reached the doorway that dwarfed both Mitha and I, and she chuckled as I looked up at it in awe. “It had to be this large so the dragons would walk beside their humans.”  The courtyard filled with other mermaids and Kama laid to the right of us, and to the left, the garden. And beyond the garden, the thick strips of the algae forest danced in the current.

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