#random banter

[quattroneuville]

Uhm anyway back to normal programming !

*puts on a big pair of glasses*

*clears voice*

Do you know that Nigel Mansell tried rallying, and also ice racing ? He participated in the 1998 24 Hours of Chamonix at Mont Blanc in a Ford Escort. And guess who was his teammate ? Ari Vatanen !

They qualified for the grand final but had a serious damage (2nd last pic) so ended up 12th in the final results.

[you can read more on that in here. just use 12ft ladder and you can bypass the paywall !]

#why does ari have so many insane linkups #like i know he's a big big figure in motorsports so obviously he gonna meet up with other big big figures too #but seeing him next to jenson then fernando and now nigel is very dizzying to me #random banter #effw.

[vinghen-tmblr]

The Game

Astarion and Elowen (bard, Tav), somewhere in Act 1. Elowen's POV

Astarion had always been the master of innuendos and suggestive banter. His words were like a well-crafted melody, drawing me in with their seductive rhythm. But as much as I wanted to resist, there was an undeniable allure in his words, an intoxicating charm that I couldn't fully ignore.

"You know, Elowen, they say that the most passionate flames burn in the darkest of nights." he said.

I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain my composure. "Is that another one of your poetic musings, Astarion?"

"Poetry is but a veil for truth, my dear. And the truth is, our little sparring matches hide something far more potent."

His gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, I felt like I was drowning in those crimson depths. I had to remind myself that this was all part of our twisted game, a dance of words and desires.

"You're delusional if you think there's anything between us beyond irritation."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I can see it in your eyes, Elowen. The way you look at me when you think no one's watching. The way your heart races when our words turn sharp and dangerous."

I swallowed hard, refusing to let his words affect me. I couldn't let him see how deeply they cut.

"You're reading too much into things, Astarion. This is just a game, nothing more."

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Ah, but what a delightful game it is, my dear. And who's to say where it might lead?"

As much as I tried to convince myself that this was all a charade, a means to an end, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if there was more to our twisted dance than met the eye. Astarion was a dangerous enigma, and I had a sinking feeling that the line between reality and the game we played was becoming increasingly blurred.

#astarion plays his game #he is relentless to achive his plan #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #baldur's gate 3 #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x you #baldurs gate x reader #oneshot #random banter #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction #roleplay

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Project Sekai character tierlist

I was feeling bored and decided to do some project sekai tierlists. This is overall how much i like the characters, but its subject to change. This is just my opinion so pls dont attack me akskaksjs

Also i officially start my summer vacation next week so if anyone wants to send requests nows the time or forever hold your peace (thats a joke btw) But since ill have more time now...just saying 👀

#project sekai #tier list #project sekai tier list #project sekai character tier list #non tickle #when your bored but too tired to play the actual game #i need more friends to talk about this game alskaoskaks #character tier list #random banter #pls dm me if you wanna talk prosekai #can you tell im bored? #colorful stage #colorful stage tier list #colorful stage character tier list

[unboundprompts]

Can you do dialogue prompts for inside jokes? Thanks sm in advance!!

Dialogue for Inside Jokes

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

"Do you know what that reminds me of?"

"If you mention it one more time, I swear."

"I'm going to die if you say one more thing about it."

"You know what else is [color]?"

*raises eyebrows*

"Guess what?" "Don't say it."

"We agreed to never mention it again!"

*wheezing laughter*

"If anyone knew what we were talking about they'd think we're crazy." (crazy? I was crazy once...)

"My stomach hurts from laughing-- oh my god-- we have to stop bringing this up."

"Guess what I'm thinking of?"

*sly smiles*

"Stop talking about it someone's coming."

"It's an inside joke, you wouldn't understand."

"I don't get it."

"Why is the word porcupine so funny to you guys?"

"What are you two dying over?"

"What's so funny?"

"I'm so confused."

"I'm not even going to ask."

#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #otp prompts #creative writing #prompt list #ask box prompts #character banter prompts #random dialogue #funny dialogue prompt #inside jokes

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico is pretty sure, at this point, that something has gone wrong. A chasm has opened up, a trap went haywire, an explosion went off and blew up half the camp. Something drastic has to have happened to make everyone go quiet.

But the rocks of Zeus’ fist are sun-warmed. A sweet-smelling breeze ruffles brand new leaves, musses his hair, although it’s hot enough that he’s rolled up the cuffs of his jeans and forgone a sweater. Will is on guard duty next to him, and no one has come to bother them in hours, and he cannot bring himself to care.

“Found one!”

“No way,” Nico protests, leaning over to see. “It’s been ten minutes!”

In the palm of the cupped hand Will holds out between them, held loose so as not to crush it, is a four-leaf clover. One of the more picturesque ones, too; emerald green, heart-shaped leaves, delicately crimped, and a thin curling stem tapered perfectly down the middle.

Will shrugs, smiling. There’s enough bitten-back teasing in his expression that it looks more like a smirk. “I guess I’m just lucky.”

“Lucky I don’t smite you, maybe,” Nico grumbles. “Go away. Your bad vibes are hindering my success.”

Snorting, Will does, shuffling back over to let Nico comb through the clover thatch in peace. He stretches out on the grass — he ditched his shoes and helmet and armour the literal second the rest of the team ran off, the dork — and shifts ‘til he’s comfortable, ankles crossed, hands behind his head, eyes closed. Nico pictures him with a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth and a cowboy hat resting over his eyes and giggles to himself. The image is so clear he’s half-certain it was a vision.

“Though you were tryin’ to focus,” Will mutters, cracking one eye open.

Nico sticks his tongue out. “I’m trying, derpface. All your shifting around is distracting.”

“I’ve moved maybe three times.”

“Yeah, in as many minutes.”

Will, without looking, plucks a blade of grass and flicks it at him. “Stay focused, Death Breath.” He stretches his arms above his head, sighing. “I’m gonna nap.”

He doesn’t move when Nico flings a handful of (regular) clovers at him, infuriatingly serene. He’s trained himself to fall asleep anywhere, anything to catch up on the sleep debt he’s been wracking up for years, and the sunny patch of clearing in the first they’re in is one of the nicer places Nico has found him passed out. At least here he can stretch out, sit in the sun — Nico found him tucked in between the camp washer and dryer, once, curled under a stack of laundry baskets. He’d made a valiant effort to hide himself from accident-prone younger siblings and best friends who invite mortal wrath, but his snoring had given him away. Nico’d heard him outside the building.

Here, though, no one is bothering them. Chiron’s playing field medic, the infirmary has been stocked, the Ares kids were cursed by Clovis and co. last week and have been asleep since. There haven’t been any echoing screams of agony. No desperate IMs. Nico, even, makes sure to keep his sword within reach, armour still firmly strapped, quietly on guard so Will doesn’t have to be. For once, he can take up as much space as he likes, bare skin absorbing the sun that has outshined the clouds perhaps for the express purpose of keeping him toasty even without a blanket.

Nico drags his eyes back towards the clovers, smiling. He’s cute when he sleeps. Sometimes he mumbles, nonsensical ramblings of the half-conscious, too slurred for Nico to make much sense of it. He catches bits and pieces of words and phrases as he picks through the soft leaves; lemme try, twice, as he watches a ladybug hop her way over a stone; careful with that, as he tosses a handful of regular, three-leaf clovers into the air; and notably diphenhydramine as he digs his hand through the soft dirt to yank out a worm.

Nico turns to face him. “You’re a nerd,” he says solemnly.

Will snores in response.

“Sleep quieter, why don’t you.”

The thing about Will is that he is like a tapeworm.

Nico means this in the best possible way. They start out invisible — sure, you might feel the irritation of something new burrowing its way into your person, but it’s not your most pressing concern. You’ve maybe got other things on your mind. You’re not focused, intensely, on how tiny changes are happening to you; you’re eating more, moving more, sleeping weird. Sometimes this happens. It’s nothing notable.

Slowly, though, you start to change. There’s this…cavern, inside of you, that you’re suddenly aware of. Maybe it was always there. You’re struck, more and more each day, with the need to fill yourself. To consume. You are aware, for the first time in years, that you have not had enough. There has been an emptiness inside you. And now there’s this driving force making home inside you instead, pushing you to take enough to not just survive but to thrive. You’re capable, now, in a way you weren’t before, to feel your needs, your wants. To listen to them. There is something that has worked it’s way inside you and grown and grown and grown and forced you, alongside it, to care about yourself enough to maintain its life inside you.

Will would probably not appreciate being compared to a parasite. It might be funny to tell him anyway, though. Watch his eye twitch as he tries to find a diplomatic way to ask Nico what the fuck his deal is. He’ll have to tell him when he wakes up.

A quiet groaning noise has him looking up again; the sound of rustling clothes and twisting grass.

“Y’r smirkin’.”

Speak of the devil. Or parasite.

Nico picks at a tangled stem. “What are your thoughts on tapeworms?”

“Generally bad,” Will says, yawning. He doesn’t seem fazed at all by the random question — he usually isn’t. People ask him a lot of strange things, generally. Like, how many consecutive concussions are medically unsound? (any, dude, please), or what is the recommended liquid amount of iron to swallow to fortify your blood? (none, please don’t fucking swallow liquid iron), or perhaps most notable are you up for learning how to un-do cerebral paralysis within the next ten seconds? (no, Jesus Christ, get off the fucking roof and set down the wax wings, do you people learn nothing ever).

“What about tapeworms as a metaphor for friendship?”

“…That’s a new one, I’ll give you that.”

Hell yes. Point to Nico.

“D’you find one, yet?”

Nico’s face drops into a scowl. “No.”

He doesn’t understand how Will found a four-leaf so quickly. Nico’s been looking for much longer, and the clover patch is huge — statistically, he should have found one by now, right? It just makes sense.

Will hums, dragging himself to his knees and then somersaulting over. He lands legs sprawled over a smattering of pebbles, head by Nico’s knees. Nico reaches out and flicks his temples, just to watch him wrinkle his nose in protest.

“Whattaya so bent on getting one for, anyway?”

Nico shrugs, looking away. “Luck.”

“Duh.” Will pokes his thigh. “What for?”

“None of your business, nosy.”

“Well, that just made me a thousand times more interested. I was going to let it go, before, but now —”

“You’re so full of shit,” Nico huffs, grinning. Will matches his look with a shameless smile, placing his hands under his chin in a caricature of cherubic innocence.

“Why, whatever do you mean.”

“I mean —” he punctuates every word with a pinch — “that you have to know every detail —”

“Ack! Stop!”

“— of everybody else’s lives —”

“Hey! Derek Hale! Put the claws away!”

“— at any given time —”

“I am going to scream!”

“— or you’ll die.”

He acquires, finally, to Will’s screeching and writhing, pushing him away with one last poke. He pouts, looking at Nico with round, wounded eyes.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“You invite it, honestly.”

“By caring about you, you butthead.”

Nico rolls his eyes, fighting back a smile. “Yeah, yeah.”

Looking for the four-leaf is different with Will watching him. Different, somehow, even though he’s quiet, chin resting on his knees, eyes following Nico’s searching hands. Every shift has Nico’s breath catching, fingers twitching at his minute hums, his tapping fingers. He’s distracting. If Nico was struggling to find the lucky clover before, it’s hopeless now. Will drags his attention like the core of the Earth drags everything towards it.

“Hey,” Will murmurs, poking Nico with his toe. “Take mine.”

Nico glances up to find his hand, again, outstretched between them, four-leaf clover centred in the palm of his wide hands. His eyes watch every minute shift of Nico’s form, his stuttered breath, sweating palms. Bitten lip, shifting eyes.

“…You don’t know what I need it for.”

“I don’t need to.” Blue, blue, blue eyes. Ridiculously so, really. An exact match for the sky no matter what time of day; olympic blue, now, an perfect reflection of the late afternoon. “Take it.”

He thrusts his hand out farther. Heart pounding, Nico does, lightly pinching the stem between his thumb and forefinger, keeping his hand curled on Will’s.

He promised himself. One to ten thousand chance — if he found one, he’d do it.

It counts.

“Hey, Will.”

Blue widely above him, encroached by the canopy. Blue flapping in the wind behind him, perched on Zeus’ fist. Blue on the plumes of his helmet. Blue in the lavender, in the grape hyacinth, in the cornflowers.

Blue, blue, blue eyes, meeting his, flicking down. Flicking hastily back up again.

Nico tugs, gently, on his wrist. He moves where Nico directs him. Easily.

Up. Down. Up again. Perfect rings, thinning against a growing expanse of black.

Nico darts forward and kisses him. He sighs into it, immediately, hand going limp in Nico’s hold. The clover flutters to the ground between them, disappearing once again in a sea of green.

“You didn’t need luck for this,” Will mumbles.

Nico tilts their heads to rest closer together and kisses him ‘til he’s quiet.

#this is so dorky and random u can tell i haven’t slept LMFAO #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #100 ways #100 ways to say i love you #banter #flirting #my writing #fic #longpost

[plasticanwires]

they're actually so cute. in case you didnt know

#c #tim drake #helena bertinelli #love their dynamic and banter #kid actively trashing his star student potential to be a professional little shit and long suffering english teacher with a taste for blood #from robin annual 6!!! all of the annuals are worth a read imo (i skimmed the one not about tim tho. sorry random blondie) #also theres a dick one (robin year one) which is written pretty well #<- from someone that is unfamilliar/impartial to grayson books

[moeblob]

I am not taking any corrections on any of this. Felix just wants to play fighting games on stream and give his opinions when not streaming.

(I have ideas for Caspar, Annette, Leonie, and Yuri as well but that will have to wait. but now you know why I couldn't JUST post two of the Faerghus Four yesterday. They are a complete set.)

#fe three houses #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandl galatea #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix hugo fraldarius #streamer au as if there isnt enough #thats gonna be the actual tag if i ever use it again just bc i know there are probably a million streamer aus #for so many fandoms and i dont wanna be a bother to any of them so.... making mine long as usual #dimitri will join voice call while watching ingrid play her survival games and talk about random things with her #he doesnt play though he just talks to her and they have some of the funniest banter and the chat loves dimitri #thats just a guy theyve never seen they just know hes dimitri thats him thats the guy #and ingrid and sylvain team up to do chaotic plays in multiplayer stuff to be menaces #which is the only reason sylvain bought a game was to be a menace with ingrid

[tubbytarchia]

I need to know if Scar is the Watchers' favorite and they like to stir up crap with him, or if they're pissed that he defies the order they set by holding something from a previous life game so deep in his memory

Or if they're just pissed at Grian who, to his own dismay, buried himself into someone's memory when he's the only one who's supposed to remember past lives. And if the Watchers are using Scar to purposefully punish and mock the Grian who was only ever meant to watch. Or if it's all Scar, to consciously show that he hasn't forgotten and he knows Grian hasn't either. What if the Watchers (who believe to be manipulating him), like so many others have, see him as an oblivious fool, and what if Scar plays into that notion yet again as one of his greatest strengths

#so many theories to be had so little time. wondering whether traffic Scar does this consciously or not is driving me nuts #we have had so many callbacks to prev life series in random banter of course but when they do THAT to Scar's skin. Oolala #desert duo #scarian #I like the whole Watcher deal but I want to believe Scar is also defying them whether the Watchers realize it or not #too many thoughts and too much angst we love it here

[emelinstriker]

Ur reader is asleep question just gave me a mental image of Macawue entering the palace through his shadow portals, and before he could even open his mouth, Wukong and/or Nezha grabs him and insists he tells then where their master is. And after a moment of confused blinking, Macaque just tilts his head, stares at Azure, and points to his mane. For once. He is not the one going absolutely crazy. (Meanwhile in the back sonewhere MK and Red Son are turning the whole palace over, furniture and miscellaneous items strewn about)

tfw your teammate is being a smug bastard about being more useful than you in finding your master

#eternal servants au #art #esau qna #esau nezha #esau macaque #i still love these lil interactions the boys have fr #like they're usually pretty chill with one another (besides mink) #but there are moments that straight up feel like random family banter and rather playful hatred for one another #like yknow how wukong and nezha are usually bickering/fighting in lmk- #in esau- since wukong isn't as loud about things- macaque is usually the one doin the bickering with nezha- #also kinda ao lie but that's a topic for another day- fhgnfhgf

[seance]

five and klaus in wedding at the end of the world.

#tuaedit #the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #userbecca #number5theboy #tusermyra #edits #random gifset cause i missed them and their easy banter #the way five just doesn't shy away and relaxes around him #and i'm just so sad cause i think part of the reason why klaus was trying so hard to bring the sibs to trust reginald #had less to do with him personally and a lot more with his desire to give them back part of what he thought he could finally have #validation affection and a sense of a real family #he really wanted for them to be all happy and accepted together #he wanted to do that TOGETHER cause any amount of turtle-dad time was almost meaningless without them #the fact that they could also save the world in the process was a pleasant bonus #he wanted to believe SO HARD that they all deserved to get their childhood back #and his face gets so soft looking at them but he doesn't push #cause he knows where they're coming from #especially five

[ziracona]

Still can’t get over that time Bull called Cole a demon and Cole immediately said ‘Yeah and you’re a latent mage who’s lying about it’ in the middle of the party; never seen a man shut up so fast in my life. Just:

I’ve never seen Cole hit back before once before, but he hit back @ Bull so hard it knocked Solas and my wigs off just watching.

#dragon age inquisition #I test my jokes on Taith and if they pass peer review I post them thx Taith #DAI #the iron Bull #Cole dragon age #Solas in the BG like holy /shit/ am I glad I’m nice to Cole. he can throw out an expose like I’ve never seen when he wants to #I’ve seen several people ask which party banter this is. it happened in emerald graves w Solas Cole & Bull but I think it was random banter #in fairness Cole’s firsthand account /could/ be interpreted as Bull secretly being a latent mage hiding it /or/ being afraid that was true & #hallucinating stuff that made him worry I guess? but it definitely /read/ like the former and it was a fucking hilarious exchange #it absolutely did happen though & may you be blessed w it as well

[quattroneuville]

If you ever feel weird for brain-rotting over motorsports, remember that Sergio Cresto became obsessed with rally after his friend Luca Pazielli (co-driver for Amedeo Gerbino) asked him to assist during Casciana Terme rally. Ever since, he jumped at every opportunity to be involved in rallies, including:

Driving car around to help Pazielli and Gerbino with gas and tyres during the Casciana without an official driver licence. Sergio assured Pazelli that it's okay to do this since he owned an American passport.

Co-drove for Fabrizia Pons in 1976 Rally delle Valli Imperiesi in her first year of rallying, and at a time not many men would agree to navigate for a female driver.

Somehow convinced Enzo Panacci and Cresto Gusmitta to let him stay at the passenger seat of their Opel Ascona during the ceremonial march just so he could enjoy some moments of the Monte-Carlo Rally in 1978

So, the lesson is that: whatever you're doing, you might need to work much harder to match Sergio in terms of dedication to your obsession.

[ x ]

#this is just my excuse to yap about that one article i fished from a magazines ages ago #(actually in the original it said foglio rosa which is provisional driving licence but this sounds so mouthy so... ehrrr....) #random banter #da queues

[diorsbrando]

me realizing that i met a dilf a few nights ago . . . . .

#ʬʬ.sosa speaks.com #i should have realized it at that moment #but it’s probably better that i didn’t bc then i wouldn’t be able to contain any smiles or random giggles #im in the shower and i was thinking damn….that man was actually fine asf #he talked to me a couple times throughout the night too #playful banter when it was time to play board games. . .

[rivilu]

Highly recommend bringing Anders as the sole mage with you when recruiting Fenris at least once, because MAN the dialogue he has in that situation lives in my mind rent free

edit: here it is

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #anders #im biting and screaming about it #the DELIVERY of the 'ah. here it comes' line #the disappointed but not surprised air of it all #this being literally the first time these two speak and Anders has done nothing but help up to this point #yes i know you could probably do the quests in a different order but just #it generally bothers me when people go on about Anders being the one that's always first to poke at fenris #when it's just? not true for many playthroughs just based on recruiting order #plus banter is randomized and you have the same chances of Anders antagonizing him first as you have getting the one of fen calling him- #an abomination first #but back to this interaction - #I mean come on if you were in his situation here and this random guy you just helped turned around and called you a snake unprompted #would you want to interact with them again?? much less in a friendly manner? #[ending disclaimer this isnt fen hate its just pro anders fbjsd] #i could write more of my fen thoughts but that's for another post. or an ask maybe idk

[unboundprompts]

Random Prompt #132

"Do you think you'd love me in every universe?"

"I don't even like you in this one."

#writing prompts #creative writing #dialogue prompt #writeblr #story prompt #otp prompts #random prompt #character banter prompts

[jaxypaxyhaxy]

When you guys talk everyday and they used to be your person and now it feels like they couldn’t care less about you or anything u have to say

#istg I was crying the other day and I ended it like its fine even though I had been sobbing and he just started talking about random shit #and today he called and didn’t listen to a word I had to say and didn’t pay attention to anything #but got mad when I wasn’t invested in his whole ass family heritage retelling #and we used to be able to banter but now it just feels bitter like it’s not fun or funny anymore #idk what’s happening it’s just shit