#more fake banter

[backtofiction28]

Rook: Lucanis, hear me out, but what if Spite did learn fire?

Spite (Lucanis): Give me! Fire!

Lucanis: NO.

Rook: But think about it, though. If Spite learned fire then you would have an easier time disposing of the bodies.

Spite (Lucanis): Rook! Is my! Favorite!

Lucanis: Mierda...

[cobaltfluff]

so i started playing persona 4

where are the QoL features

[midmorninggrey]

Selected party banters between The Iron Bull and Inquisitor Regent Arden Trevelyan.

Arden: You know, my sister wanted to hire you. Few years back.

Bull: As a rule, I keep the Chargers out of the Lyrium trade. Not really my style.

Arden: Yeah, wasn’t that. But I didn’t let her. Didn’t want her putting her faith in a washed-up zealot.

Bull: Hey, now, isn’t that funny.

Arden: I hope she’s laughing.

Bull: So, Boss, is it true you ripped a guy’s head off?

Bull: They say you pulled out his spine too. Made it into a necklace.

Arden: No. It sort of popped off.

Bull: Like those fizzy bottles of wine? Nice.

Bull: Hey, that guy. What’d he do to piss you off?

Arden: You know what he did.

Arden: Don’t ask me questions when you already know the answers.

Bull: Nothing personal, Boss.

Arden: You’re a smug son-of-a-bitch, you know that?

Bull: Looks like you stretched yourself thin back there, Boss, running to cover Cece and Cassandra.

Arden: Everyone’s fine.

Bull: You know, that dragon juice can only take you so far.

Arden: Yeah? Which one of us would the Qun let die?

Bull: The mouthy brat who can’t keep formation.

Arden: Yeah.

Bull: Hey, Boss, Cece was down training with Chargers yesterday.

Arden: What?

Bull: Don’t worry. For a beanpole, she can kick some ass. Kneed Skinner right in the crotch through.

Arden: [laughs]

Bull: She learn those moves from you?

Arden: Some, yeah, but that one I think she got from her mom.

Bull: Tough lady.

Arden: Sometimes.

[avoskorm]

[Fake Party Banter] [Technically]

Johanna: Well, well, if it isn't Volkarin's pet hound.

Jovus: Really? That's the best you got? I get worse than that from Davrin.

Johanna: Mongrel.

Jovus: Getting better.

Johanna: Why are you in here? What do you want?

Jovus: I thought I'd come see if Emmrich has any spare bones to bury, say, in the Wetlands. Your skull looks pretty tempting.

Johanna: You wouldn't dare.

Jovus: Try me.

[animatoriii]

Fake DND Screenshot in the Ranma 1/2 style! Peter and Artor tend to have a lot of banter. They don't like eachother...

[sizzy-ling]

I wrote this instead of sleeping so go read it and show it some love, 'k?

Let me know your thoughts

[clonedchaos]

Hehehe, Alien Robots

Watched Transformers: Rise of the Beasts with my dad today and legit all I can think about is writing a fanfiction centered around the cast being found family and doing mundane slice of life things bc they’re aliens and need to interact with earth more. 😭

I also kept mistaking Optimus Primal as a robot version of King Kong, but that’s not relevant.

Read the tags if you want my random thoughts and some spoilers.

[breadedsinner]

Judith Banters: Aveline

Aveline: You’re a surprisingly good fighter.

Judith: Ah. And your ability to give compliments is as expected.

Aveline: I mean to say you’re tactful. Disciplined. When we first met, I assumed you were a farmer’s daughter recruited into the army to stop the Blight.

Judith: My father was no farmer, and I willingly joined the army a few years before the Blight. I had received a bit of training before then.

Aveline: You have family in the army, then?

Judith: No, Templars.

Aveline: Why would they help—

Judith: Ferelden is a very big, often brutal place. There are still places where people understand community, even the Templars.

Aveline: Well, we’re not in Ferelden anymore.

Judith: No, we’re not.

*

Aveline: So why did you join, considering your … circumstances?

Judith: When I was a girl, I dreamed of being a knight. Foolish, perhaps, but not impossible. Ser Cauthrien was the daughter of a farmhand, and she rose through the ranks, not unlike the Hero of River Dale before her.

Aveline: You still hold Loghain and his lieutenant in high regard? After all they’ve done?

Judith: I can hold a number of feelings towards them, and respect is one of them.

Aveline: But they abandoned us!

Judith: Teyrn Loghain gave his life to stop the Blight. Obviously, something changed. Perhaps I take some comfort, knowing it’s never too late to make things right.

*

Aveline: You would have liked my father. He would tell me tales of chivalry all the time as a girl.

Judith: Of Orlesian make, no doubt. Your name implies as much.

Aveline: (chuckles) Was there any doubt about that?

Judith: If it’s all the same, I prefer my own stories.

*

Aveline: Have you thought about my offer? I think you would make a fine guard.

Judith: As I said, I would prefer to explore other options.

Aveline: What other options besides this expedition? You don’t strike me as the gambling type, Hawke.

Judith: Varric seems confident we can make it work. If that fails, I can beg Meeran for another chance. Or I’m pretty strong, I’m sure there’s plenty of labor jobs.

Aveline: And you honestly find that preferable to the Guard?

Judith: That’s my business, Aveline. But yes.

*

Judith: I understand you and Donnic are to be wed. Congratulations.

Aveline: Thank you, Hawke.

Judith: Mother talks about remarrying, though any bachelors at our door are one she found for me, not herself. I think I would prefer she find someone of her own. I should hate to think she said it so I wouldn’t worry about her.

Aveline: Is that even something you want?

Judith: I … I’m not sure. With everyone going on, it feels impossible. It feels selfish to think of some things.

Aveline: Hawke … you and I disagree on a lot, but no one understands that better than me. You can’t let the weight of the world be your only focus. You need to make time for you and the things you want. And if you don’t know, you need to give yourself time to figure it out.

Judith: I will think on what you said.

*

(Late Act 3)

Aveline: Hawke… when I told you about figuring out what you wanted, I didn’t mean seducing a Chantry priest! Don’t you think that’s inappropriate?

Judith: Sebastian is a priest no longer. I fail to see how that’s more inappropriate than marrying your subordinate.

Aveline : … I am just going to drop this.

Judith: Consider it dropped.

[enbyjane]

I know that most people have probably more than 1, but I'm curious which would be a fan favourite in any case! I would love if you could reblog and add in tags why that season is your favourite (or in replies!) I really want to hear. My favourite seasons are season 1 and season 3, but if I really had to pick I'd go with S3.

[system-of-a-feather]

Me: You know if I am going to start actively targetting CSA trauma processing again, I think a self assigned homework should be to watch Banana Fish to get my brain back on the topic

XIV: *silently glaring loudly* Riku.

Me: What

XIV: the therapist ASSIGNED you homework which was to look into CPT.

Me: Yes yes Ill do that but ALSO

XIV: RIKU YOU JUST WANT AN EXCUSE TO WATCH BANANA FISH AGAIN EVEN THOUGH ITS TOO REAL

Me: AND THATS WHY IT WOULD WORK TO GET MY BRAIN BACK ON CSA TOPICS

XIV: THATS CALLED TRIGGERING YOURSELF STOP SAYING IT LIKE ITS NOT

Me: its t h e r a p u t i c

[feral-coffee]

I never expected to see anything like this. I'm fairly used to being the ... token, I suppose, or at least I was when I still had community to interact with.

Everyone else into flogging was just whack whack whack, hard, hard, hard, until the sub had enough*. I had my own technique, I kept people guessing as the Dom and as the sub, I learned to accept that not everyone does it like me and sometimes it's the Dom that ends up ending the session because they imagine I couldn't possibly want to take it that far and what could it mean I though something was lacking.

I haven't even finished the video yet and it's like hearing my own thoughts in another person's voice. And yes, mix it up, go hard to the point of crossing over into blood play if that's wanted, go soft and gentle, go moderate and let the sub wonder if it's a prelude to hard or soft. Go hard to bring sensitivity up, soft to work with that sensitivity and turn it into a very intense and loving caress, go moderate to keep the feelings maintained so the hard and soft remain balanced, tolerable, enjoyable. Read your sub, give them what they desire while subverting their own expectations by making the next time the whip comes in contact with them a surprise.

Keep it safe, of course, keep it consensual, of course, but don't let it become dominated by rules intended to keep it uniform and boring. Keep it new, take it to new levels and find new ways to transcend the everyday drudgery of life.

These people would get me.

Seriously, if you understand and work with the emotions of the whole session and say fuck the aesthetics of it, any audience you have, as well as partners will absolutely adore the part of the overall aesthetic they'd been missing before. It goes from basic and cold and formulaic, to real, heartfelt, and deep, and to me, that's everything.

*Not shaming the community - some do like that. I was just different. We were all different in our own ways.

[haveihitanerve]

“Ah, Dirt,” Roland greeted nearly as soon as they were through the door and inside Curt smiths house. He gave the sitting room a stern evaluation. "Interesting how you can’t buy taste with money or fame, isn’t it?” Curt rolled his eyes and replied without missing a beat.  “Orbital, I wasn’t aware you were coming. Otherwise we’d have prepared a separate menu for your delicate palate. I hear you have a fondness for pub chips.” Roland raised an eyebrow. 

[albonium]

i'm starting to think that i might delete before the season starts and just give out my discord @ to some bc i won't be able to stand the utter bs every single weekend lol

[thedragonagelesbian]

In the Storm Coast Dorian: (Groans.) Can we get away from the water? I'm feeling seasick already. Gwendolyn: (softly) That's five to three. Cyrus: (softly) Give him an hour or so... -- Varric: Have you ever seen a moldy Dwarf? You're about to. Gwendolyn: (softly) A little oblique. Do we count that? Cyrus: (softly) It's Varric, passive-aggressive comments and poetic turns of phrase should count double. Six-five. -- In Crestwood Dorian: Is everywhere in Ferelden so… moist? Cyrus: Yes. I missed it. Dorian: Even the dog smell? Cyrus: Well... No, that I could do without. Gwendolyn: (softly) So, moist and smell, those are two separate comments, right? That brings them both to eleven. -- In the Emerald Graves Dorian: What a lovely forest. Kind of makes you want to retch, yes? Gwendolyn: (softly) Twenty one-eighteen. -- Varric: All this fresh air is making me light-headed. Cyrus: (softly) Twenty one-nineteen... or, wait, is that twenty? -- Varric: I’ve heard some people actually enjoying walking in the wilderness. They do it for fun. It’s called ‘hiking’. Cyrus: (softly) That's twenty two, I think... -- Varric: (Grunts) That's the seventh root I've tripped over in the last ten minutes. They're doing it on purpose, I swear. Gwendolyn: (softly) How many is that now? Cyrus: (softly) Creators, I stopped keeping track. Let's call them even at twenty-five? -- In Emprise du Lion Dorian: Mountains. Cold. "Let's bring Dorian!" Varric: "And surely the dwarf will love it too!" Gwendolyn & Cyrus: (in unison) Fifty. Dorian: Alright, this has gone on long enough. I simply must know what the two of you have been snickering about all this time. Gwendolyn: Oh, you know... We're counting... Cyrus: Wolves. Varric: Mhm. Golden Girl, I really expect better lying from you by now. You have to give us a little more than that to throw us off your trail! Dorian: Or you could simply tell us the truth. Cyrus: Her Lady Inquisitor and I have a running bet, regarding the two of you. Gwendolyn: Specifically, who complains the most during our travels. Dorian: Oh! ... Oh. Varric: Ha! So, what, we're tied at fifty now? Cyrus: Dorian is at fifty, you've been languishing in the low forties for a week now. It's terribly disappointing. (if Cyrus & Varric's relationship is known) My love, you'll have to do better. For my sake. Varric: Well, I hate to disappoint. Dorian: And the next time any of our other companions comment on our griping, we'll tell them it's officially endorsed by the Herald of Andraste! Gwendolyn: Wait...

[the-dragon-folk]

More Rat Pack party dialogue because it’s on the brain

———

Jacinth: Your mother was there when my father died.

Kieran: And?

Jacinth: And, what?

Kieran: Are you accusing her of something?

Jacinth: No? I was making an observation, Kieran.

Kieran: Really? Because—

Selsie: Sweet Maker! Just kiss already.

Keiran: Selsie!

———

Parsley: Connor? Connor!

Connor: I— Sorry. I was just… thinking.

Parsley: Of course, no worries. I am here if you ever want to talk.

Connor: I don’t— [sigh]. Thank you.

———

Kieran: What… was it like?

Connor: What?

Kieran: When you were… possessed—

Connor: No.

Kieran: No?

Connor. No.

———

Kieran: I understand the fear.

Connor: You understand nothing.

———

Kieran: Gah! Selsie!

Selsie: [giggles].

Connor: What is it this time?

Kieran: She threw a mud ball at me!

Selsie: I’ll do it again! Duck!

Connor: [sigh].

———

Kieran: Selsie! I said cut it out with the mud!

Selsie: That wasn’t me that time!

Parsley: [giggles].

———

Jacinth: [barks].

Oodles: [barks]!

Jacinth: [barks louder].

Oodles: [barks louder]!

Kieran: What the hell are you doing?

Jacinth: Winning.

———

Kieran: Connor, why did you ask earlier whose foot we stole? You know Judpha.

Connor: Frankly, you seem like the kind of person who would have cut off someone’s foot as a child.

Kieran: … What is that supposed to mean?

———

Selsie: You know, in another life, we could be calling you Lord Connor Guerrin by now.

Connor: Ah, no.

Selsie: Oh, Arl Connor! Arl Connor, my lord! Your expensive linens are here! Arl Connor, your fancy shirts!

Connor: Stop!

———

Connor: [softly] Arl Connor Guerrin. [chuckles.] Lord Connor Guerrin!

Parsley: [chuckles].

Connor: Oh! Tell me you didn’t hear that.

Parsley: Not a thing, m’lord!

———

Connor: Oh, we’re really it now, Oodles…

Oodles: [weary bark].

———

Jacinth: Does she know any tricks?

Parsley: Do you?

Jacinth: [sigh] No. I almost have “sit” down, though.

———

Kieran: [quietly] I don’t get it.

Oodles: [curious whine]?

Kieran: I don’t understand why he hates me. I didn’t do anything. Nothing I do helps. He just stares at me like I have a second head.

Oodles: [sympathetic whine]. [Barks]!

Kieran: Thanks, Oodles. You really know what to say.

———

Jacinth: I may be a fool.

Kieran: … but?

Jacinth: What about my butt?

Kieran: No— nevermind.

———

Selsie: You don’t give him enough credit.

Connor: [sigh]. Maybe not.

Selsie: You don’t know what he has been through. Hear him out one day.

[piperslovebot]

Cuties <3