#their banter please

[taashyvashedan]

- Walk It Off -

The relationship between Lucanis and Taash is one of an extremely patient mentor and an eager and willing student. If Taash was injured, Lucanis would have the utmost faith in their ability to push through the discomfort and get back to what they do best.

Of course, Spite would interject but everyone ignores him anyway.

The Spanish phrase “Sana, sana, colita de rana” is a common saying used by parents in Latino communities to comfort children who have been hurt or fallen.

I love the fact that Lucanis interjects Spanish into his conversations with various companions. As someone who deeply understands 'code-switching,' it's extremely endearing to see him 'slip.'

[iicaru2]

the funny thing to me about wyll being described as the most normal guy in the party of tadfools is that he is only “normal” in a comparative sense. of course he looks like the most sensible, trustworthy individual here, look at the batshit insane people he surrounds himself with. it’s easy to come off as sane at first glance when everyone he knows is pissing off gods and violating the faerûn equivalent of the geneva convention left right and center. then he drops his own wild lore out of left field— like that time he attempted grand larceny at eight years old, or that he has fond memories of reading mermaid porn his father kept hidden and can recite them from memory, and you remember that he should not, in fact, be trusted to make wise decisions if left unattended.

[zhukzucraft]

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Skizz: We're gonna crush it! You'll see! We just need to get back in that cave, get into the Nether portal-

Mumbo: -the what-

Skizz: -and we'll be set for the whole game! Just you trust me on this!

Mumbo: Err, I don't think it's safe to do that right now, actually.

Skizz: Why not?

Joe: Yoo hoo! Over here, lovebirds!

Joe: Looking for a place to safely spend the night after losing everything but each other?

Joe: Well look no further than the patented Hunker Down Bunker!

Joe: By the way, the matching suits are a great touch. You two look like you came here straight from your wedding!

Skizz: Oh haha you're so right dude, we do!

Mumbo: a-

Mumbo: it's-

Mumbo: Could you not?? say it like that??

Skizz: So, puppet guy, are there any king size beds for our wedding night down in that bunker?

Joe: No, the sheep seem to have gone extinct, but we have some mighty comfortable stone!

Mumbo: I wish the zombies would hurry up and end this already.

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Start Over -- Go Back

[it-is-all-yellow]

veilguard companions anytime rook shows up while they’re chatting among themselves

[aprito]

sos month day 8: free prompt “These two children are going to drive us insane though. It doesn’t take a blessing in divination to tell that.” “I know it. But, they’re going to be great.”

Collab with the amazingly talented bestie @fantasy-author-xanna-renae! Powerful witches Tsunade and Chiyo putting their differences aside to let each other's little students learn from both sides as much as possible!! You can check it out here.

[nyxdimandis]

fanart/sketches for @pennedinblood 's absolutely delightful radiostatic fic, Romantic Homicide. i couldn't resist the urge to draw something for it, it's simply so good, everyone go give it a read

[nanihirunkits]

Hey, Chingching, Phi Shin is blushing. Stop it.

HIGH SCHOOL FRENEMY | EP12

[dnpsuck]

phil & balls

[cobaltfluff]

so i started playing persona 4

where are the QoL features

[crossdressingdeath]

[Rook: I'm also a Crow.] Lucanis: Have you told Viago that? Rook: (Grumbles)

(I'm paraphrasing that first line, I don't remember the exact wording but that's basically it.) Lucanis teasing de Riva is something I didn't know I needed but god I love it.

[theharellan]

(inspired by this post)

Ian: Your runes are interesting, Solas. I've never seen spellwork like yours before. Solas: In my wanderings I've uncovered older techniques. They are impossible to fully replicate, the ancient elves drew from a well deeper than what I can manage. Ian: It's- it isn't that. I mean, unless- was it customary for ancient elven runes to be so polite? Solas: Excuse me? Ian: Your runes, I read- that is... most runes are commands, or wishes or-or hopes. Yours don't- don't read that way. It's like you're asking for a small favour, as simple as- as simple as asking someone to pass you something at the dinnertable. Solas: I have never had my magic framed in such mundane terms. Ian: It isn't... I mean, I don't mean it disparagingly. I think- it might even be refreshing, to see magic approached so... practically. Solas: Magic exists, whether I wish it or not. I might command it, I might even be more powerful for it, but an unsubtle rune manifests an unsubtle spell. Raw power does not amount to much if you can anticipate it, reroute it, outsmart it. Ian: In other words it's- it's better to say 'please and thank you'? Solas: I have often found that to be the case, yes. Ian: In that case... thank you for indulging my curiosity. Solas: Ban'serannas (You're welcome). The pleasure was mine.

[taashyvashedan]

- Conehead Thyme -

Harding having sought advice for potential dishes to make for Taash, realizes too soon that it's probably best to stick to a recipe unless you know how to actually improvise.

Harding: Hey, Lucanis. Can I ask you for some…cooking advice?Lucanis: How can I be of service, Harding? Harding: Well, those mango fried peppers you suggested I make Taash? I thought they came out fine, but uhm… Lucanis: Ah. So that's the reason the dining area smelled of cinder. Spite: Want. Dragon. Hunters. FIRE. More. FIRE. Lucanis: Spite. Hush. Harding: I didn't think they would come out THAT spicy! Maybe it was the elfroot and ginger I added to the breadcrumbs? Oh! And I added Conehead Thyme because I thought the flowers would be pretty— Lucanis: You added conehead? To someone who breathes fire? Crows are barely even able to withstand it. And we drink poison. Harding: (Defeated groan) I’ll replace the table.

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Note: Conehead Thyme Not truly a thyme, this plant has tiny leaves and flowers that are extremely spicy. It makes a beautiful show when it is covered in its hot pink flowers.

[sad-scarred-sassy]

This is a wild Elucien headcanon…

but please imagine Lucien being in a really dangerous situation with the Autumn court, like something happened and they have him as a prisoner, or unable to leave.

And Elain is there listening to how Lucien could potentially be held captive in a cold cell or even tortured.

And shes there when Eris says the only way to save him is if he has real ties to the Night Court or if he officially becomes a member, and the only way to do that is if he gets mated/married to someone from there, not anyone, but the High Lady’s sister.

And everyone is outraged with what he is suggesting but Elain is suddenly quiet.

And she suddenly says “I will do it” and everyone gapes at her, some try to talk her out of it (possibly Feyre or Nesta) but Rhys just nods.

And they send notice to the Autumn court that they cannot harm Lucien because he is a Night Court citizen, but Beron doesn’t believe it, he demands that Elain goes there so he can determine it.

Chaos, outrage, but she agrees, and she obviously doesn’t go alone. She convinces herself that while she doesn’t owe Lucien anything, she is tired of the bloodshed, the loss, and if she has the power in her hands, she will act. That is all, she couldn’t care less about him. She convinces herself she would be this worried for anyone that is close to her sister, it’s not because shes worried and scared and petrified of something bad happening to him.

They’re in the Forest House, they bring out Lucien who is luckily generally unharmed but Elain looks at the binds in his wrists and her whole body reacts to the sudden urge to protect. Beron takes one sniff at them and knows it is true. They’re mates. But Beron says an unfulfilled mating bond is not valid (listen idk about these fae laws bear with me) they need to marry. Elain declares that was the plan all along. Lucien is shocked. (I just imagine what must be going through his head seeing his mate stand before Beron in the same room where Jesminda was killed)

They let Lucien go with his mate but they have to stay in the Forest House until everything gets resolved. Elain and Lucien are shoved into a room, no more chains on him, but he doesn’t understand any of it.

Both of them are standing awkwardly in the room. Lucien is staring at her as if she has grown ears, still shocked, still reliving moments, furious at them for being so dumb as to risk themselves for him. He supposed he really was a big asset for Rhys to have done this. But her… why was she here? Why did she put herself in this position?

“Did they make you do this?” He says through his teeth.

She muses on what to say. “No” she gets offended with the assumption that she can’t make decisions for herself. “I agreed to this and came on my own free will”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“Because I’m tired of people dying, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I could have done something” A silence and for some forsaken reason Elain has the need to add. “This doesn’t mean what you think it means”

Something irks at Lucien then, and the awoken nerves on his body make him respond to that. “And please tell, Lady, what do I think it means?”

Elain clenches her fists. “That I’ve changed my mind about you… about this” She signals between them. “This is just temporary, out of necessity”

Lucien just stares at her.

“I never entertained that you did, I can assure you.” It is easier to turn on her, on this beautiful female that is putting herself at risk for him, than to be hurt at the continuing rejection from her. “You’ve always just assumed that I’m some brute fae that wants to steal you away, let me tell you now that we’re speaking frankly, that its not the case. I can’t control the pull from the bond, but I have no interest in pursuing a female who doesn’t want me”

That sends Elain to retaliate. “What about the gifts then, was that not pursuing?” She cocks her head arrogantly.

“I was bringing them to Feyre as well. That was me being polite, but guess you don’t know the first thing about that”

“You are one to talk about politeness when I’m here risking my life for your neck and this is how you treat me” She takes one step closer.

“I never asked you to do it” He mirrors her and steps closer with his broad hands clenched in fists.

“I will just let you die next time then”

“Fine by me, as long as I don’t have to endure you shoving it on my face”

“Asshole”

“I’ve been called worse” A sly, angry smile creeps at one corner of his mouth. She suddenly realizes they’re breathing on each other’s face.

“And all this time I thought you were a gentleman” She summons her anger to keep focused.

“You will learn I can be a gentleman, Elain” Her name on his lips, for the first time. “But I can be so much worse too”

His breath is hot on her face, their hearts already beating fast.

“You admit you were pretending then, to win me over”

A sharp breathy laugh from him. “If I wanted to win you over, I would not have tried to be gentle”

Her lips form a thin line as she holds herself, the pull, his words, the sudden effect of his mismatched gaze intense on her face.

“You shouldn’t have done this” He says quietly, roughly, his eyes showing something beyond just annoyance, she sees the fear in them. She pushes it back.

“What’s done is done” She says. “We will pretend, see this through, and then we’re done”

“Alright, dove”

She’s startled. Her nostrils flare. She ignores the outrageous pet name he just used on her. “I’m going to take a bath, I suggest you do the same, you stink” She begins to walk away and stops herself “I mean after I’m done” She frowns as she strolls away.

He watches her with sudden amusement.

He’s scared, hes pissed and hurt. He’s tired. But something inside him sparks, and he can’t really put a name to it.

Oh he’s not alright.

[artemis-ches]

For all the ways banter's way too slow in Inquisition, there's something absolutely hilarious in 4 of the most proeminent figures of the Inquisition standing perfectly still on a dune in the middle of the hissing wastes, silent as graves for a whole ten minute, then one going "soooo... Bianca. Hot."

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive posted about my "saiki is actually short and just shapeshifts to be taller sometimes" headcanon before, but i dont think i ever said that part of the reason i hc this is because i like the idea that kusuke gets his height from kuniharu and kusuo gets his height from kurumi... so theyre half tall half short family...

[potato-cerealkiller]

stephanie and damian will forever be the most interesting yet underrated robin duo due to their shared themes of inadequacy and worthiness. people do discuss legacy in relation to ‘robin’ but no one juxtaposes these two together often enough when they’re perfect character foils.

stephanie, who despite her best efforts and earnest belief in ‘robin’ falling short of ‘worthiness’ to that mantle due to her singular disobedience compared to damian. someone who initially dismisses the mantle as anything but an extension of inherent ‘worthiness’, yet is granted grace again and again. but even that’s a grace initially given by dick and alfred more than anyone else.

i think ‘robin’ exposes their insecurities and failures so starkly compared to dick or tim. and i think it’s their shared themes despite the diametric opposition that makes them so interesting together. they can probably see through each other in a way otherwise limited to a select few, merely through happenstance. their experiences are just so bitterly human in the sense that their appeals to the fickle higher power that is ‘batman’ fail against the regrettable, flawed humanity of bruce. and i personally think they should be able to bond over it more.