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garf-lover96 · 20 hours
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Vesuvia Weekly; Inside Jokes (Rowan and Julian)
okay so a bit is technically a joke and i had this thought about them just doing improv during some mundane activities.. there's a lot of dialogue here so it was really fun to write (though like always i was a little worried whether it's in character enough..). and i wrote this whole thing while laying on my carpet because my sheets were in the washing!! so fun!
there's just a little more than 1k words here by the way! it's all sappy and mushy. and i included my olive theory headcanon
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"Juliannn, I finished tidying." Rowan walks into the kitchen, stretching his arms and yawning. He approaches Julian from behind and hugs his waist gently.
"Oh? That took quite a bit longer than usual, I'm already finished with dinner. A lot of dust today?" he smiles and turns around to kiss his partner's forehead.
"No, Malak didn't stick the landing earlier and knocked over some jars-"
"What-? Why didn't you tell me that? I would've helped!"
"It's fine! It's fine, I've gotten it covered. The shop is squeaky clean now..." Rowan yawns again, "And I am sooo hungry." he looks over Julian's shoulder and into the pot in front of him.
"...Like what you see?" Julian asks with a smirk.
"That sauce looks amazing..." Rowan sighs out and leans against Julian's frame.
"Well, the recipe was Pasha's courtesy. Ah, and she was the one that made the pasta... I haven't gotten the hang of that yet."
"You'd make such a good househusband..."
"No, come on... Would you like a househusband that can't even make edible pasta?"
"Mm, if he was as handsome as you..." Rowan snickers and pokes Julian's side, making him jerk back with a yelp, continued by embarrassed chuckling.
"You flirt... Just sit already, I can hear your stomach growling."
Rowan chuckles and goes to sit down at the table. He pulls his feet up on the chair and looks up at Julian with a smile while he brings the plates over and sits down across from him. The pasta does look delicious... Rowan's never been a big tomato fan but he is possibly the biggest tomato sauce fan in all of Vesuvia.
"You didn't put any olives in, right...?" Rowan inquires with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Not in your plate. I have them all to myself now." Julian snorts when he looks up to see Rowan's disapproving scowl, "I don't judge your food choices!" he adds with a soft scoff.
Rowan rolls his eyes a little and starts eating. He twirls the pasta around his fork swiftly and puts it into his mouth, with his head just above the plate.
After a while of silence while they're both busy eating, Julian says something again.
"That's no way for a proper gentleman to go about this... You eat like a beast."
Rowan raises his eyes to be met with Julian's familiar expression. That silly teasing smirk. So he answers accordingly.
"That's because I am a beast. A very fierce and dangerous one."
"Right, of course. What kind of beast are you?"
"Umm... A dragon! Yes, that."
"Ah, I can picture that already... But what color?"
"Red. Naturally."
"And just how big of a dragon are you?"
"Twenty feet."
"...In length or height?"
"Height, of course."
"Well that's just greedy..."
Rowan holds up a finger to silence him and Julian just smirks again.
"Fine then. You're a huge red dragon. So can I ride you?"
Rowan snorts and covers his mouth in fear of spitting his pasta out. He recovers and swallows his bite.
"Wait, but who even are you?"
"Uh... Maybe just a simple peasant with a soft spot for dragons. So I come with a query. Can I ride you, oh mighty dragon? So I can experience the feeling of soaring the sky, the wind of my face and escaping my mundane life as a simple olive farmer..."
Rowan wrinkles his nose at that slightly and it makes Julian scoff again.
"So...?" he raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
"The Rowan-dragon considers it. And then he eats you whole. One bite."
"Er- Huh? But why?"
"Sheep shortage. He's very hungry."
"But I'm all skin an bones! I'm a very humble farmer, not nutritious at all!"
"The dragon doesn't particularly care."
"But I'm so full of love and affection for you, dear dragon! I could've offered you something no mere sheep would be able to. If only you haven't eaten me... Now I'm just slowly dissolving in your dragon stomach acids... Nobody will even remember the name of... Uh... Wilhelm Olivewilhelm..."
Rowan shakes his head slowly with a weak grin.
"Maybe it's better off not being remembered-"
"Rude! So that's just it? Wilhelm gets eaten and that's the end of his story?"
"No, uh... The dragon reconsiders the situation and spits you- Wilhelm up. Wait, should I say you or Wilhelm?"
"Whatever you see fit. But how is that possible? Wasn't it a bite? I'm like a bloody mush now."
"Eh, it was more of a gulp, actually. So the dragon spits you up and you're mostly undamaged. The dragon is moved, in fact. Moved by the love he felt radiating off of you while you were in his stomach."
"Right. So, mighty dragon, will you let me love you? I don't care what the world thinks of us... My feelings are strong, undeniable and I can't hide them anymore-"
"The dragon leans in for a big, sloppy kiss."
"That's..."
"Do you return the kiss? Your whole head is in the dragon's mouth by the way.
"How is that supposed to work then...?"
"I don't know, lick him from the inside?"
"Rowan, ew!"
They both explode into laughter, forgetting about their pasta almost completely. When they manage to calm down a little, Rowan leans back and yawns again.
"Aww, is my dear dragon that tired already? You should just go to sleep once we finish eating." Julian says with a soft smile.
"Well, terrorizing villages does take up a lot of energy. And I can't go to sleep right after this, I get heartburn..." Rowan rubs his eyes a bit and leans down again to finish his pasta.
"Then I'll make you chamomile tea." Julian shovels the last bit of his food into his mouth and gets up from his seat.
"Thank you, Wilhelm." Rowan answers with a grateful smile.
While Julian prepares the drink, Rowan manages to clear off his plate. Then Julian approaches again and sets the tea poured into Rowan's favorite flowery cup on the table in front of him.
"You're still a little dirty, darling." Julian instinctively reaches forward to wipe Rowan's face and gasps when his fingers get bitten down on.
"Hey, what's this for?"
Rowan lets go after a moment.
"I'm still the dragon. It's an immersive experience. Besides, don't you know that dragons are allowed to go to sleep all dirty and disgusting?"
"Not my dragon. My dragon is supposed to go to sleep all clean and smelling like fresh flowers." he states and grabs the nearest piece of cloth so he can clean Rowan's face.
"No, an ambush-!" Rowan yelps and starts squirming under his touch. Julian just carries on with a grin.
"Now," Julian sets the cloth away and hands Rowan the cup of tea "take your little drink and to bed with you, dragon. I'll handle the dishes."
Rowan gets up from his seat with another yawn and Julian puts an arm around him just to give him a little peck on the lips. Then he nudges him towards the exit of the kitchen.
"I love you, dearest dragon."
"The dragon loves you too."
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unboundprompts · 7 months
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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."
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hawkflame999 · 1 month
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WHO ELSE THINKING
Please we need Rontu and Egalt's reactions when they just...... let's say overhear the six (unfortunately minus Jay) talking about times before the Merge.....
And they keep mentioning "Sensei" and "Lloyd's Uncle", (in Lloyd's case, "My Uncle") and then finally they hear one of them say "Master Wu"
'Cause Egalt and Rontu probably know who and what Wu is, so the second they realize what and whose grandkid (and whose son) Lloyd is-
And they over hear them talking about how that old guy looked after them...
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i love inside jokes. i love that they are a reminder of all the memories and experiences you share with the people you love. i love the confused stares of the people wondering how that led to all people around them laughing hysterically. i love explaining the events that led up to that joke to new people in the group and realizing it takes 5 minutes. i love realizing that a new inside joke has just been born. i love remembering old inside jokes. and i love that i can say 'algae' and everyone in my vicinity will start swaying like seeweed in a strong current.
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giggly-squiggily · 4 months
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So my sister and I have this running joke in which we call octopus and octopus-themed things “Bob” cause they’re my favorite animal and calling them Bob is funny to us. This extends to Pokémon as well.
My sister just texted me this with the caption “The Bobs are fighting again”
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an-akward-ace · 7 months
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GARLIC BREAD TIME ACES!
3 servings (at least for my family)
get your ingredients (these arent exact measurements im just guessing as to how much i use, use it as a guideline and eyeball it if you want)
6 slices of any bread will do, ive ranged from homemade baguets to the cheapest loaf at walmart (ill also use 3 hot dog buns for this so thats a good idea of how much)
2 tsp dried minced onion (aka dried onion flakes) a container like this has lasted me years:
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1 tsp Italian seasoning
2 tsp garlic powder or granules, whichever you prefer
1 1/2 tsp of any salt, i like any "fancy" (kosher salt to me is fancy though so idk)
6 tbs soft butter (yk, one for each slice)
Butter the bread and mix the seasonings together. Sprinkle then evenly on the bread and broil on high until browned.
i think this is everything and if i remember anything
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noisyasalways · 5 days
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some memes ive made for my friends except i dont give you the context
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ephemerabanter · 11 days
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Why do I think I'm so funny?
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angelinvasion1 · 1 year
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ddlc doodles. all of these r kinda inside jokes, except for the monika ones
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randomreasonstolive · 10 months
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Reason to Live #9354
 To keep the inside jokes going.  – Guest Submission
(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)
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fox-daddy · 4 days
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Inside jokes;
Inside jokes between each of my Mc's and their main love interests;
Kyle;
Asra;
'Dragonmilk potatoes' and 'magician soup'
So it's not a huge secret that both Asra and Kyle sleep talk. However, they surprisingly don't usually say anything too weird. Which leads us to the inside joke. During a masquerade, they both decided to find a quiet place to nap together. When Julian, who had been partying, walked past to hear the two magicians sleep mutterings, thinking they were awake he asked if they wanted him to bring them back anything leading to the reply of 'dragonmilk potatoes' and 'magician soup'. This, of course, tipped Julian off to the fact they were indeed asleep, but even asking about it the next time he saw them awake, neither actually knew what dragonmilk potatoes or magician soup was. So now occasionally they'll call any potato dish with milk 'dragonmilk potatoes' and mystery soup is now 'magician soup'.
Nadia;
'Firefall'
To make a long story short drunk, Kyle tried to say 'firefly is technically the opposite to waterfall', but being drunk at the time accidently said 'firefall', which ended up with him confusing himself as he tried to figure out how to word properly. Aside from being banned from drinking more for the rest of the night, it did lead to the inside joke as a soft tease for whenever one of them accidently says a word wrong.
Hunter;
Julian;
'Hunter, doesn't love leeches'
Another one with a story attached but to summarize it;
Julian: would you love me if I was a leech
Hunter: why the fuck would you be a leech?
Julian: Hypothetically, would you love me if I was a leech?
Hunter: hypothetically, I would want to know why the fuck you're a leech and how to turn you back!
Julian: so you wouldn't love me if I was a leech?
Hunter: I mean- yes? No? I don't know. I would be too focused trying to turn you back.
Julian: would you talk to leech-julian?
Hunter: yeah? I'd be asking you why the fuck your a leech
Julian: leeches can't talk
Hunter: playfully attacking his face with kisses at that point* and leeches aren't doctors either!
Portia;
'Cat-vase, fur-nature, kitty-map'
Pretty much it started with Portia mentioning the fact there's fur everywhere off handedly and Hunter replying with "it is fur-nature for a reason" and since then, they add cat puns to things Pepi has gotten into. Map of hidden passages you mean the 'kitty-map'
Muriel;
Refering to the chickens as 'the girls' things like "have you feed the girls yet?" Or "the girls were up later than normal" sometimes even "the girls had a lot of gossip to share"
Bluebell;
Lucio;
Lucio makes a lot of blue jokes because well Bluebell has blue in their name, blue eyes, blue hair, and blue feathers on their wings, tail and ears, and likes to wear blue clothes. The most common one is calling Bluebell 'Bluey' as a nickname to which Bluebell usually replies by calling Lucio 'goldy'. The inside joke is their nicknames of 'Bluey and Goldy' with them both, making sure it doesn't actually hurt the other person cus, then it'd no longer be a joke.
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vesuviaweekly · 4 days
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Vesuvia Weekly: Prompt for April 24th - May 8th
You voted, so here it is!
Inside Jokes
With that, the "Things That Changed" prompt is officially closed!
The tags are the usual #vesuvia weekly and for this specific prompt, #inside jokes. The masterlist for all works submitted for this prompt will be under the poll for next week :D
MASTERLIST
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hawkflame999 · 1 month
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Can we as fandom agree to make the phrases "Ras at Shadow Dojo" and "Levitating Lloyd" In-fandom inside jokes?
PLEASE
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Inside jokes and references that only make sense to you and maybe two or three friends are like, the most sacred and legendary thing ever
I don't know how to explain it, but it's peak brain wave connection to me
Like, no one will ever know of "Penguin Stroganoff", or "The rule of 2 Weeks Irrelevancy" or know of the context behind "The Flying Sweet Salmon" besides me, and that's magical
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usbotthrills · 1 year
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Being in the closet, bad right? But like making little jokes that only I understand is so funny to me :
Me : Ugh I hate my name, as soon as I leave school I’m changing it.
My friend : What are you changing it to then
Me: That’s the question, isn’t it?
My friend *jokingly*: change it to Bernard
Me : Ha, yeah, or Theodore *looks into an imagery camera as if I’m breaking the forth wall*
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scavengerssuccotash · 3 months
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What are some of Clint and Natasha’s inside jokes?
Sorry 😅 I meant to answer this much earlier but I got sucked into a kdrama!
Two truths and a lie was a game they started early in their partnership before they felt truly comfortable with each other as a way to get to know each other without laying out all the cards.
“I grew up in the circus-“ “That’s a lie, Agent Barton.” “Is it, Agent Romanoff?”
Gradually as they grew more comfortable it shifted into a game of flirtation, of tasting previously drawn lines in the sand.
“I like my women obedient who do as they’re told and don’t cause me problems!” Natasha smiles. “Now, we both know that’s a lie, Clint.”
Now, after forging their partnership/relationship through blood, sweat and tears they have no need for such games, but it had become such a shorthand for them that they continue to play it. Mostly as a way to fuck with Phil or the rest of the team. Clint or Nat will voice their displeasure about something or another with a complete straight face but the other will know exactly what they mean. It’s another one of their many nonverbal languages between them.
“Mount Calamari!”
This one requires a bit of backstory. Strike Team Delta were in Japan on a kill order for an arms dealer with ties to some very unsavory folks. The mission itself had gone off without a hitch and even Clint was able to have some fun. A day before their extraction they were caught up in a freak storm, and were forced to hunker down in a tiny apartment above a sushi bar. For the next three days, Strike Team Delta maxed out their credit cards on fine sake and enough sushi to feed a small village. It was during one such night when Clint, blitzed out of his mind, confessed he had never been to Mount Fuji despite having been to the country multiple times. However, due to the slurring of his words, and the fact that his brain was literally swimming in sake and plum wine, he couldn’t remember the fucking name.
“Mont Foook-fuck-a-shhhh-me? Shhhhut up, ssstop laughing at me! Fuck what’s the name? Mount-something! Mount…mount…Mount Calamari!!”
Natasha nearly turned blue from laughing so hard. Clint had to physically shake her to get her into inhale. To this day they both say that this mission was by far the best they’ve ever had. Now when Clint or Nat want to share a little chuckle over the comms they’ll say, “Mount Calamari!!”
“Like a freshly shaved cat.”
Clint having grown up in the American Midwest, has some idioms that native-Russian Natasha has never heard of. The Red Room’s English language education didn’t factor in regional idioms, so when Clint throws out a really specific idiom Natasha gets a bit confused.
“I make you nervous?”
“Like a freshly shaved cat on a hot tin roof.”
“I don’t get it.”
“What?”
“Why would anyone shave a cat?”
“No, that’s not—“
“How would you even do that?”
So, now whenever Clint throws out an odd turn of phase here or there that Natasha doesn’t understand she’ll raise an eyebrow and ask, “Shaved cat?”
Her way of asking Clint for an explanation of the phrase later with the understanding that he’s being hyperbolic.
Thanks for asking! That was fun ❤️
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