#their banter is so much fun to write
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based on this post by @liightsnow <3
“Lucas, what’s your favourite song?”
“Oh, uh. I don’t know.”
“Figure it out,” Steve says tightly. “And tell me. If we don’t have the taPes we can get some in town in the morning.”
The room is quiet, tense, and everyone knows what’s going through Steve’s head.
Just in case.
It’s almost uncomfortable, all of them sitting around the basement of Nancy’s house, on the sofas and the floor like they’re waiting for something.
“Mine’s Time After Time,” Erica says after a moment. “Cyndi Lauper.”
Dustin snorts.
“Excuse me?” Erica says, tilting her head, and Eddie suppresses a smile, looking back and forth between them. “Why is that funny?”
“Nothing,” Dustin says, shrugging.
“‘Nothing?’ Why’d you laugh then, huh?”
“Just…” The others are all watching too, suppressing their own tired smiles as they bicker. “You’re such a hard-ass, it’s kinda funny that your favourite song’s a romantic ballad.”
“Language,” Steve scolds. Eddie’s smile grows.
“What’s your favourite song, then, asshole?” Erica asks.
“Language,” Steve says louder. Eddie is grinning now, rocking back and forth, looking away from Steve’s scandalised expression to Dustin’s face, which is now flushing pink.
“…Angeleyes,” he admits. “By ABBA.”
There’s a chorus of muffled laughter around the room.
“ABBA?” Eddie questions, making a face, and Dustin raises a finger at him.
“This needs to be a judgement-free zone—“
“You were just laughing at me for Cyndi Lauper,” Erica interrupts, shoving at him.
“That’s ‘cause it was funny.”
“ABBA’s kinda funny, too,” Lucas says, shrugging. Max is next to him, giggling behind her hand, headphones around her neck, and Eddie can’t remember the last time he saw her laugh. Dustin flips Lucas off.
“What’s your favourite song?” he asks, slumping into his seat and crossing his arms, almost pouting.
Lucas pauses, thinking for another moment before he says, “Rio,” firmly. “Duran Duran.”
Steve gives an approving nod, and Eddie rolls his eyes. Figures the jocks would have the same music taste.
“Why?” Dustin asks. Lucas makes a face, tossing a hand.
“‘S a good song, why do I need a reason?” he asks, then leans forward. “Why do you like Angeleyes?” he teases. Dustin turns pink again.
“Makes me think of Suzie,” he says begrudgingly. “Does Rio make you think of anyone special?”
“Shut up,” Lucas snaps, backing off. Eddie glances at Max, whose cheeks are pink she she looks down, still smiling. Eddie’s grin widens.
When he glances at Steve, he’s smiling too, watching the kids fondly. And Eddie is grateful for this moment, for the softness and banter and bickering and normalness, even if it’s brief.
“Robin, what’s your favourite?” Lucas asks, ignoring the way Dustin is snickering at him.
“Uh,” she sighs, looking up at the ceiling, arms around her legs that are drawn to her chest. “Emerald Eyes, Fleetwood Mac.”
“Wait, do we all have the tapes for these?” Steve asks. "I think I have Fleetwood Mac, but..."
“I have Erica’s,” Nancy says. “In my room. I might have Dustin’s too.”
“I have mine at my house,” Lucas says. Steve hesitates.
“I might have it too,” he says. “I’ll check when we stop at mine tomorrow.” Lucas nods. “Nancy, what’s yours? You have it?”
“Yeah,” Nancy says. “I have it, its’s One Way or Another. Blondie.”
Steve nods.
The rooms falls quiet again. Eddie looks at Steve again, at the way he’s sitting on the floor, arms around his legs like Robin. at the way he’s biting his lip, deep in thought. There’s a crease between his eyebrows. He looks too old, not at all like the boy Eddie used to see in the hallways at school. It feels weird to miss him.
“Steve,” he says quietly. Steve blinks, looking up at him like he’s startled. “What’s yours?”
“Uh, Shout At The Devil by Mötley Crüe,” he says. “I have it in my room.”
He’s met with silence.
Eddie finally stops rocking back and forth, staring at Steve, wondering if he really just said what Eddie heard. Steve blinks and looks back at him, then at the kids.
“…What?”
“Mötley Crüe?” Lucas says slowly.
“Yes?”
“Since when do you listen to metal?” Dustin says, and Eddie would go after him for his tone (he sounds disgusted) if he weren’t still frozen, stuck in place.
“Since, like, middle school,” Steve says defensively, rocking Eddie’s world even more. “What’s your deal?”
“I thought you were gonna say something by, like, Wham,” Max says dryly. Steve makes a face.
“Or ABBA,” Erica adds, dodging Dustin’s elbow.
“He listens to metal all the time,” Robin says, and Eddie finally tears his eyes away from Steve to look at her, wide-eyes. “Drives me crazy.”
“You don’t mind Van Halen,” Steve says defensively, leaning forward to look at her, and Eddie’s gaze finds him again.
“I do when I get out of school,” she says sassily. “And I’m tired, and I want a nap, and I get into your car to hear some guy yelling—“
“It’s not yelling, oh my god—“
Eddie’s lips are parted as he looks at Steve in awe as they bicker. He snaps out of it when Steve looks at him, their eyes meeting across the coffee table, and he blinks.
“What?” Steve says, half-smiling like he knows. Eddie shrugs, starting to rock back and forth again.
“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he says lightly. Steve raises an eyebrows. (God, why is that hot?)
“To have good music taste?” he asks, amused. Eddie shrugs again.
“Debatable.”
“The hell do you mean debatable?” Steve says, defensive again. Eddie grins.
“Mötley Crüe’s glam metal—“
“You are so fucking annoying,” Steve says, his eyes wide. “Oh my god.”
Eddie throws his head back with a loud Hah! as a chorus of Language! rings around the room, followed by giggles as Steve makes a face.
“What’s yours?” Nancy asks, kicking Eddie lightly from where she’s sitting on the sofa.
“Master of Puppets,” he says, his smile fading. “Metallica. I have it in my room, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to get it from the trailer—“
“I have it.”
Eddie’s eyes snap back across the coffee table. Steve is looking at him. Earnestly. Seriously. Eddie furrows his brows.
“What?” Steve says. “I have it.”
“Who are you?” Dustin says, and Steve finally looks away from Eddie to glare at Dustin.
“You be quiet, Angeleyes.”
“It’s a good song—“
“For a twelve year old girl, maybe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Erica interrupts.
Their voices turns to white noise. Eddie stares at Steve, his cheeks flushing with heat, and he pulls a piece of his hair across his face absentmindedly, gazing and gazing and gazing at Steve while he bickers with Dustin. Steve’s smile when Lucas joins him in teasing Dustin makes Eddie’s face flush warmer, and Eddie blinks hard, dropping his hair and looking away so he doesn’t combust.
He turns a little bit to find Nancy staring at him, her head tilted, eyebrows raised a little, her eyes shining with amusement even though her expression kind of looks like she’s watching a house fire.
“Unbelievable,” she says after a moment, and his face turns hot, and he knows he’s blushing profusely as he points at her.
“You can’t say shit to me.”
She raises her hands in surrender, wide-eyed.
She gives him the same look the next day when Steve comes back with the tapes. Steve calls, “Eds,” while Eddie is laying upside down on one of the sofa, and Eddie tries to sit up before Steve tosses the tape to him. He manages to catch it, looking at it curiously in a lapse of memory before he remembers just as he spots his name written on the label, slanted and a little loopy in Steve’s handwriting.
He looks up at Steve while Steve walks away to find Robin, and he’s smiling again, and Nancy is rolling her eyes.
“You’re acting like he made you a personal mixtape,” she says when Steve is out of earshot. “He’s getting you a tape so you don’t die a gruesome death—“
“Listen, Wheeler, I’ve been through a lot,” he says, letting his head fall again as his eyes close. holding up a hand to shut her up. “Let me have this, please.”
“Okay, Eddie.”
She’s smiling.
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Without you, my hope is small
Let me be me all along
Eddie inhales slowly, feeling coming into his body. He can see bright light through his eyelids, and he feels cold, but something warm is touching his hand.
Let the fires rage inside
Knowing someday I'd grow strong
Fingers playing with his, tracing them, running across his knuckles, squeezing and massaging and holding gently. The music that's playing is quiet, like it’s coming from headphones instead of a speaker, and Eddie’s lips twitch into a smile when he recognises the song.
Without you, without you
His hand finally shifts, his fingers twitching, and the hand holding his tightens as weight makes the bed he’s on shift.
“Eddie?”
Eddie exhales, squeezing his hand a little bit and turning his head. The pillow he’s laying on is really soft, and he hears his hair scratch over the fabric.
“Hey, Stevie,” he says weakly. His voice is scratchy and rough and almost unintelligible, and it hurts to speak. He winces. Feeling seeps back into his body, and he groans.
“You okay?” Steve asks softly, and his other hand is touching Eddie’s face, tracing his cheek lightly.
“My whole body hurts,” Eddie grumbles, closing his eyes again.
“Yeah, no shit, moron,” Steve says, but he’s laughing a little, and Eddie snorts, coughing. He turns his head so he isn’t coughing into Steve’s face.
“Fuck.”
“You’re gonna be okay,” Steve says softly.
Eddie sighs, relaxing into the bed as Steve touches his face again, squeezing his hand. His fingertips brush over his forehead and cheek and the bridge of his nose.
But with you in my life
You're the reason I'm alive
Eddie slowly turns his head toward the music, squinting in the bright lights of the hospital that reflect off the sterile walls and while blankets that are covering his body. There’s a walkman next to him on the bed, the chord of the headphones tangled as the music plays quietly but loud enough to be heard. Eddie closes his eyes again, smiling softly.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind glam metal,” Steve says. Eddie can hear his smile. “Pretentious fucker.”
Eddie laughs weakly again, coughing.
“I don’t mind,” he whispers.
He turns his face into Steve’s palm and kisses it. And then his face flushes with heat as Steve leans down and presses his lips to his forehead. He wants to hide behind his hair, but he’s too tired to reach up to pull it across his face, and then he doesn’t really want to hide as Steve smiles at him with this softness in his eyes that no one’s ever looked at Eddie with before.
“I thought they were gonna follow us through,” Eddie says quietly. “The— The bats. ‘S why I stayed.”
Steve squeezes his hand.
“I told you not to be a hero,” he whispers.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Steve kisses his forehead again, and then he leans over Eddie, pressing their foreheads together.
“You’re okay,” he breathes, so softly that it seems like it’s to himself.
Eddie sighs, focussing on the pressure of Steve’s forehead against his, of Steve’s fingers twisted around his. He smells like expensive soap, citrusy and warm.
“You wanna go to a Sabbath gig with me someday?” he mumbles. Steve laughs softly.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Cool.”
#banter is so fun to write#this ended up much longer than i meant it to but#also went into this w no plan i had no clue how this was gonna end#oh well#steddie#steddie fanfic#steddie oneshot#steve harrington#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington oneshot#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson oneshot#stranger things#stranger things one shot
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Get Kissed, Idiot
Ashley knows how to rile Andrew up. 😏 Luckily the outcome is to fuck her and not kill her (this time).
Hopefully the gif keeps a readable speed. :'0 Too bad I don't know how to easily make rolling text like RPG maker does, it would have been a cooler visual.
#The Coffin of Andy and Leyley#TCOAAL#Gravescest#Coffincest#Andrew x Ashley#Andrew Graves#Ashley Graves#dubcon#kinda? he needs a little encouragement :)#straight#the arts#writing banter is so much fun :D
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smth smth arthur gets sleepy when it’s cold…
#hi im CRAZY ABOUT THEM. BBU ART REQUEST STREAM TODAY I PAID 7 BUCKAROOS AND GOT AN ARTHURSTOTLE JUST FOR ME AND BESTIE TO MATCH WITH#they dropped the tidbit that arthur gets sleepy when it gets cold and i like#i grabbed that and i ran with it#came up with this while on a walk today and decided to scribble it out before i go to sleep#its literally spring. thr weather is warm IT WAS SO WARM TODAY. HELP#ROBIN NO DONT MAKE A COMIC ABOUT THE COLD IT WAS LIKE 20c TODAY ROBIN ROBIIIINNNN#anyways im so unbelievably normal about them can you tell#i love writing banter between them IT JUST COMES SO SO NATURALLY TO ME ITS SO MUCH FUN AUUGHHH#I CARE THEM SO BADLY. IM GOING TO THROW THEM INTO THE SUN#robin’s art#billie bust up#2024 art#bbu arthur#bbu aristotle#arthurstotle#comicfollies#<- new comic tag btw because i make quite a few of those apparently!! how silly#okay im tired goobmite!!! hearts hearts explosion
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Here's a genre crossover I'd love to see: a robot and a talking skeleton. They'd get along great. They have so much in common! And if their human buddy starts to get uppity, they can burn him to the ground by making fun of his squishy bits and need to eat.
#humans are weird#see everybody thinks so#not just the aliens#robots#skeletons#sass#so much sass and banter#writing prompts#so much fun#genrebending
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do 2 + 12 for le lorrain pls 🥺✌️ good morning
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
That he's 100% one of the good guys but ALSO that he's allowed to be a bit of a jerk! I love that while he says he regrets what he did to Falconi, just a few hours earlier he's right there, literally taunting him about it and being a dick. We know he still lies to ladies for attention! Despite how well that went the one time! In that other ep his dad is literally asking for his help, and sure he wants to help, but he was actually still going to say no before Cartouche stopped him because he was more focused on keeping his identity as a Cartouchien secret.
He's a nice, smart guy, and he comes off as smooth so it's not as easy to notice, but you kinda get the impression that he hasn't completely lost the asshole vibes! And i think that makes for a fun character!
(special mention to the one bit where he walks next to Demachault and messes up his wig Just For Funsies, it's so gratuitous and i just think it's funny ok)
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
Bisexual le Lorrain REAL. I like the idea that those aren't feelings he ever really did anything about, because ultimately he likes flirting with ladies a whole lot and that's enough for him… but maybe he had some confused feelings for his bestie Cartouche for a little bit, and maybe that's part of what made him tag along when they first met.
In general i don't really consider that orientation as something that would've influenced the way he treated Falconi back when they were rivals; for the most part i like to think that he saw that relationship more as competition initially, and that things turned sour because he couldn't stand having someone he thought of as beneath him beating him at anything. Also i see him typically being more attracted to people who are outgoing, funny and talkative, and Falconi being generally none of those things wouldn’t have helped asdfjgk (the fun point being that maybe Falconi could've been a little bit more like that if he hadn't felt like people were constantly antagonizing him)
My other headcanon is that he’s a single child ans is absolutely a mama’s boy <3 She taught him music (canon!) and maybe spoiled him a little too much.
#cartouche prince des faubourgs#people need to send me more Cartouche asks bc i NEED to write down my thoughts on all these characters ok i love them so much#the big fanfic hadn't been planned to be shippy initially! and part of what i like about it is that at first#both Falconi and le Lorrain don't see much to like about each other#le Lorrain is attracted to fun outgoing people! people he can banter and joke around with! Falconi just seems cold and mean and not fun#meanwhile Falconi thinks everything about this guy is off-putting. he's loud and annoying and never seems to think!#and of course Falconi clings to his perception of le Lorrain from 10 years ago; when he was selfish and saw commoners as beneath him#so the fic is one massive slow burn bc they just. need to befriend each other before they can possibly find each other attractive#Falconi is always going to be kinda quiet! but he's confident and can actually be fun and snarky when he's around people he trusts#and sure le Lorrain is always going to be kinda loud but he's changed! he doesn't need to be the center of attention all the time#he knows how to pay attention to people and he actually does care! and of course he's smart when you actually sit down and talk to him#and look sure beyond all of this there's basic physical attraction#but neither of them were possibly going to acknowledge any of THAT while everything else was in the way#le Lorrain
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For the dialogue/banter meme: 11, 20, 32!
11. Sending them to talk to their romanced partner
"Come here, love."
"There you are."
"My waking dream."
"A treasured memory." (context: she lost a lot of her memory, and much of what returns is traumatic and Bad. But her romanced partner is a new, good memory she's making)
20. Can’t fit into a small hole
"My arse can barely fit into my trousers. You think it will fit in there?"
"Another small, tight hole. I'm saying nothing."
"I could just about stick my tail in there, Tempting..."
"How much gold for you to shrink me (Gale or wizard/sorcerer PC) and throw me in there."
If Vanquish has been granted her fox familiar by Caiphon (part of her quest):
"In you go, Onyx. Be my eye and ears." (Context: it's a one eyed fox, aka cyclops eye)
"Onyx can barely fit in there. Think I can?"
32. Party banter with Jaheira
Jaheira: You're a lot older than you look.
Vanquish: Can old smell or old or something?
Jaheira: You might talk like a fool, but I hear it in your words. Like you've seen too much and know too much.
Vanquish: Don't need age for that around here.
Jaheira: True. But you also have sad, old eyes. I would know.
Vanquish: Would have settled for pretty. But thanks.
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Jaheira: Why do you care so much about githyanki politics? This is not our problem. They are usually our problem.
Vanquish: I care for Lae'zel, and I care for Voss. Isn't that enough?
Jaheira: The girl I understand. She needs direction and a friend right now. But the Kith'rak? Strange bedfellows you are.
(if Lae'zel is in the party)
(not romanced, low approval) Lae'zel: The girl needs no help.
(was/is romanced) Lae'zel: The girl got enough help from this istik.
(higher approval) Lae'zel: The girl can hear you.
(if Lae'zel isn't in the party)
Vanquish: Like all your bedfellows have been 'normal'.
Jaheira: (laughs)
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Jaheira: Where do you call home, Vanquish?
Vanquish: I wish I knew.
Jaheira: Do you not remember, still? Or is there no-where you call home?
Vanquish: I remember now. But it's not home anymore.
Jaheira: Where were you born, then?
Vanquish: By the sea.
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Jaheira: I think my children would like you.
Vanquish: Why? I'm hardly motherly.
Jaeheira: (laughs) They are inquisitive, fearless, and appreciate your sense of humour.
Vanquish: Good taste.
Jaheira: I never said it was good.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#ask des#des writes#vanquish tag#jaheira#thank you so much love these were so fun!!!#bg3 tav#bg3 tav banter
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Come on, you know you want to, give us the character bingo for Viktor.
don't mind if i doooo
#ask me#okay there's a lot going on here but first things first#viktor has transcended the favorite character tier where I want to protect him or whatever#like yeah he did that shit! I support him but I also don't! the more trouble he gets himself into the happier I'll be!#do you feel me#like one of the things I love most about Viktor is that I feel so much sympathy for the circumstances he's in that are out of his control#but he has so much agency in his own story that everything he's gained and accomplished are because he makes choices#and GETS HIMSELF places#and now the same thing is happening with his BAD choices and I find that just as delightful if not moreso#he is the agent of his own salvation and his own destruction and I will be in the front row seat with popcorn for both or either#so writing him is mostly me studying him under the microscope poking him until he does something untoward it's very fun#I only hesitantly say that Viktor is like me but the Balkan ties and the grumpy-but-kind and obsessive personality#and the strong opinions about a chosen STEM field#are inescapable okay#mommy issues is not circled because I have mommy issues but bc I have convinced myself that Viktor WILL have them#if Nikola Tesla is anything to go by#the jayce-mel-viktor trifecta is ruled by mommy issues and i will stand by that claim#also viktor is more interesting with no therapy - with as little therapy as possible would be my preference#WITH THE EXCEPTION of the lonely genius shit that Singed planted in his head#that is absolutely the lie that Viktor believes that he MUST discard in order to progress as a character and I am excited for it#I genuinely think that Viktor will be happier and more eccentric as [REDACTED] but it won't last#he will hit a VERY LITERAL -if thy right hand offend thee cut it off- situation and then he'll have peace but he won't call it happiness#I can't say that I'd hate anyone who hurt him because that is half of why I'm excited for s2#but I will probably lose it at any scene where he loses to [REDACTED] for rivalry reasons#I genuinely do want to see Mel completely own his ass as [REDACTED] though like can you imagine the banter#and both of them secretly having fun with it
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The game doesn't prevent us from long-resting within the Wyrmway, so I'm going to take shameless advantage of that. All rested up and ready to take on more trials.
There's another "Journal of Past Adventurers" in the Chamber of Courage:
Interesting. Lanceboard is basically chess, yes? Is there going to be a chess trial? Hector, huge nerd that he is, is deeply excited about this possibility.
Into the second trial room and...
Yessssss.
"Prove your strategic wits," the statue intones. "There is but one rule. The dark king must fall in two moves. Are you a commander of armies or a shivering pawn - fodder for cleverer minds?"
Wyll shifts uncertainly. "I'm afraid I have little experience with lanceboard... let alone the command of soldiers."
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Karlach grins. "That's all right," she says cheerfully. "Hector is just waiting for your permission to go full nerd right now."
And Hector is, indeed, bouncing on the balls of his feet with sudden eager energy. It's a bit of a relief to see, in truth - he has been visibly anxious, in spite of all his self-control, about their forthcoming encounter with a dragon, and all of them are glad to see that this intellectual challenge has, for the moment, distracted him.
Wyll grins. "Well, by all means, then, I bow to the sage of Selune," he says, giving a grandiose gesture to indicate Hector should move ahead of him.
Hector trots forward at once, circles the board carefully, examining it from all sides. "Mate in two, the statue said," he mumbles. "Should be simple enough..."
And then he stands there, utterly still with his head cocked, for a solid minute, his whole expression solidifying like stone into an attitude of pure intellectual exercise.
Jaheira and Wyll watch this with some amused curiosity, and Karlach leans herself up against the wall so she can watch his face clearly, deeply enjoying witnessing him in a moment where he is in his element and excited.
All of a sudden, he bursts into motion, reaching out to tap the white rook. A flash of magical energy rises around it, and then, at a gesture from Hector, it drifts one spot sideways. "Rook to G8, " Hector murmurs. "Check."
At once, the black cleric flares to life in answer, sliding backwards to claim the white rook.
"Uh oh," Karlach says, raising her eyebrows, but Hector shakes his head.
"No, no," he says. "As expected. A forced move - cleric takes G8, threat cleared. Which means..." He lifts his head and gives her a wink. "The queen takes all, as it should be."
He flicks a hand out, and this time the white queen lights up and slides, at his direction, across the board into place next to the black king. "Queen to G7. Check and mate."
The black king shatters apart in a sudden dramatic burst, sending pieces of dark marble scattering across Hector's boots.
"The black king has fallen," the statue intones. "May you always crush the wicked, be they pawn, knight, or monarch. PROCEED."
Hector lets out a heavy breath, looking extremely pleased with himself.
Wyll grins. "A point for the power of teamwork," he says. "Nicely done. We're another step closer to Ansur."
"And not even any blood spilled," Jaheira points out with a dry smile.
Karlach swings her arm around Hector's shoulders and hugs him against her side, pressing a kiss to his temple. "It's not fair, you know. You can't be gorgeous and a genius like this."
"Why not?" he says innocently. With the puzzle solved, a little of the anxiety is starting to creep back - but he has visibly relaxed, having had the moment of victory.
"Well, it's terribly distracting for one thing," she says mischievously. "But don't worry, I'll see you make up for it later."
#bjk plays baldur's gate 3#hector carlisle#bjk writes her own party banter#ok this one was very fun XD#i just want it known also that i figured this out FIRST TRY without looking up a solution#though i didn't do it as fast as hector presumably did XD#i love this nerd boy so much <3#and so does karlach
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Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 28: Epilogue
Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix
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(AN: This is the end! Thank you guys so much for all the love we've gotten for this series! We've had such a blast writing and seeing your reactions!! And- stay tuned! More multiverse adventures are already in the works!!)
For once, the three of them appear all together--in a very familiar space. The doorway looms large and empty. Everything is quiet.
As soon as they all drop, Magnificent is no longer bound by Frederick's magic. He pushes away from Bro and then disappears in a flash of static.
"No!" Bro shouts and is about to run after him but Alt stops him and pulls him back. "He's probably just as tired as we are... we'll find him later."
Bro pouts and then sighs, helping the two of them up. "Alright- you have a point."
Both of them freeze as they hear footsteps rapidly approaching the room, the faint sounds of alarm bells. "Movement! I hear movement! Move move move!"
The brothers share a terrified glance.
"Run?"
"Run!"
Alt grabs Bro and glitches them out of there- happy for once he knows exactly where to go.
The brothers soon appear back in their apartment. Alt sways- the jump they just took was huge and he didn't get a lot of his magic replenished. His eyes roll up as he starts to crash to the floor. Bro quickly catches him though. "Woah!"
There's the sound of something falling over- then the lights all flicker on. Following after that is the sound of... barking? And a furry bundle of cream fur crashes into the Brodys, toppling them to the ground.
Bro holds up an arm to protect Alt but then blinks in confusion. "...S-Sahne?"
Sahne is barking, tail wagging happily as she licks Alt's face. Alt scrunches up his face and pushes her away, blinking blearily out. "...hah??"
Footsteps rapidly approach them in the hallway before they see a new figure. It's Jackie- he's breathing heavily, holding a baseball bat in his hands and hoisting it up like he's ready to strike. But, his eyes widen as he sees who's in the hallway. "C-Chase? Alt?"
Bro feels tears come to his eyes as he sees his best friend- his actual best friend. "J-Jackie!"
Jackie scowls, his parental disappointed scowl. One that shows both anger and fear. "W-Where the hell have you two been?! We've been worried fucking sick! We all staked out here just to try to find clues and- Jays was just about to file a police report and-!" He quiets his shouting as he takes in the look of them. "...oh holy shit-"
Alt laughs at this. And soon that laughter starts to turn into light crying. Bro goes to hold him for a second, resting his head on top of his. He looks just as tired, even if he’s not as beat up as Alt is.
Jackie throws the bat and hurries to help the two up, taking them to the living room.
Once in there, they see that the apartment has been set up with sleeping bags and backpacks. Laptops are all over- two on the coffee table, one on the kitchen island. The tv is turned onto the news, one of Bro’s crime radios is playing, and scraps of paper and notebooks are strewn around. Dr. J stands up from where he was sitting by the coffee table, eyes wide as he takes in the sight of everyone. "Oh my god-" He mouths, holding up his hands to cover it. Then a blue blur is rushing at them, throwing his arms around the two brothers and attempting to lift them up.
"OH YOU ARE BACK!! YOU ARE BACK!!" Henny shouts, happy tears in his eyes, "Mein friends!! We have been so worried!!"Bro and Alt both wince but try to hide it, smiling at Henny.
Jackie pulls the taller gentleman back and gives him a sad smile. "Hey hey- give them a bit of space Hen..."
"Oh!" Henny looks at them and then gasps at the sight of them, "Mein gott! What has happened with you two??"
"It's such a long fucking story, Hen..." Bro laughs, shaking his head.
I'll make some tea." Dr. J signs as he hurries to the kitchen. Henny and Jackie help the brothers to the couch to rest.
Alt looks around frantically- and then finally hears a mrowl that's equal parts distress and delight. A flurry blob of black hits Alt in the stomach and then climbs up on his chest, meowing wildly. Alt starts to cry again as he hugs Glitches tight and curls up around her. "Glitches! Oh my sweet girl!! ohh i've missed you sooo much!!"
"Oh- I see how it is," Jackie teases.
"I'll miss you assholes later. lemme reunite with my cat." Alt deadpans before kissing Glitches all over her head, while the cat purrs and rubs her head against him.
The others all laugh.
Bro looks at the others in disbelief. “... did you guys really camp out here?”
“Not at first,” Jackie says, starting to gather up some of their stuff. “We weren’t sure if you guys just… left without telling us. But, we also knew something was up because…you would have told us. So- when we didn’t hear from you for… two days? We decided to come here to look for clues. Glitches was a fucking wreck…” He shakes his head.
“We did not find much… just that the TV in Alt’s room was all- statisch.” Henny adds. “Which is bad sign…” He pets Sahne as she comes up, bumping her head against him.
“So we thought Mag was behind it… but we couldn’t find head or tail of his furry ass either.” Jackie frowns.
Dr. J soon comes back in, carrying a tray of mugs and sets it down on the coffee table. Bro and Alt share a glance and laugh. Now it felt like home.
Dr. J smiles at them then signs, “We’re so glad you two are okay… but perhaps you can fill in the gaps for us?”
“We should call Stace… and Oliver- cuz Alt looks like… well you look like shit, man.” Jackie says.
Alt flushes and sits upright- but gets an earful from Glitches when he stops petting her. “No! Don’t call Oli! I don’t wanna worry him!”
“Dude he was here just a couple hours ago trying to help,” Jackie smirks. “He’ll want to know.”
Alt freezes, face getting redder. “...he was… trying to look for me?”
The others all share a glance and Bro even laughs and pulls in Alt for a hug/noogie. Alt hides his face in Glitches’ fur.
“Well gents!” Bro starts, “How much time you got? Cuz we have an epic tale to share~”
“Can we share in the morning?” Alt moans, curling up to lay down in a semi-fetal position with Glitches squished in his arms. “Or three- I’m so fucking tired dude…”
The others share a look and then they smile.
“Seems like we have time.” Jackie adds quietly.
“...you all should drink the tea before it gets cold.” Dr. J reminds them.
Everyone laughs. Friends, reunited at last.
It was good to be home.
Alt felt the TRVLR safe in his pocket, the knowledge of all their new friends and companions saved in his phone. Who knows what future adventures await?
#swap into the crystalverse#swapboys#alt anti#swap magnificent#bro fantastic#jackie mann#jack1eboi#dr. jj#silent film schneep#henny schneeplestein#sahne the dog#glitches the cat#i love being able to write all the boys together their banter is so fun ajgvhbka#i hadnt gotten a chance to in a while cuz of the villain arc :'C#which i need work on next ahgavjb#i hope you guys had as much fun reading as we had rping this!!#it was such a blast!!
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The prefectsbride
princes bride but with octavinelle as the 3 guys who kidnap the princess. The banter and the quotes would be so funny!
for example:
Jade leaning over to floyd: That Azul, he can fuss.
Floyd nodding: Fuss, fuss … I think he likes to scream at us.
Jade smirking at Floyd with an amused expression: Probably he means no harm.
Floyd smiling widely: He’s really very short on charm.
Jade: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Floyd nods: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Azul glaring: Enough of that.
Jade, after a minute of silence: Floyd, are there rocks ahead?
Floyd trying not to laugh: If there are, we all will be dead.
Azul annoyed: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Floyd with a shit-eating grin as he pulls out a peanut: Anybody want a peanut?
... OR
Mc struggling to get past the eelmer: Look, are you just messing around with me or what?
Floyd slapping them back with his tail: I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed~
... OR
Azul about his contracts: You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen.
... OR
As Azul is overblotting: You fell victim to one of the classic blunders!— the most famous of which is, “Never get involved in a land war in the Roses” — but only slightly less well-known is this: “Never go against a Cecelia when death is on the line”! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I love this movie so much, I could write so many more with other characters if anyone is interested. Just wanted to share this idea that hit me at midnight.
#twst#my stuff#my writing#twst x reader#twst mc#twst crack#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#octavinelle#the banter is so much fun ok#I quote this movie so much#I could defenelty see the aduce duo as fezzic and inigo once vizinni is dead#roses ramblings#hehe#funny stuff#the prefectsbride
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No, because I would absolutely die for Dick/Jason spoilers omg. Your writing is so amazing and alluring 😭
happy that you're all realising im a soft touch. like yes, I will share some dick and jason spoilers thank you. the compliments have swayed me. probably tomorrow or something because I already shared some today. mmm yes that sounds like a grand idea
#sophie speaks#series:www#i am so easily manipulated honestly#can you tell my love language is words of affirmation#my mind is melting because of chapter 3 because its not just fun banter which is so easy to write but like#trauma#reader fighting for her life lmfao#i dont want to write her crying but its for character growth...!!!#its necessary...!!!#and then i can go back to funny little relationships where nobody knows whats going on but is very much falling in love#dicks the next of the boys getting introduced#uh. technically that is#technically
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i will say i am extremely glad we got the ghouls vs goblins back and forth in this podcast ep because it's SUCH a good look inside glenn and charlie's ideas/writing process, and it was. silly 😋
#the always sunny podcast#glenn howerton#charlie day#ada speaks#i was smiling through p much the entire pod tbh but#there is something v special about glenn and charlie eps and i think this is why#also i feel like whenever dennis and charlie hang out dennis feels more like glenn#because that back and forth would not have been ooc for their characters at all#glennis genuinely intrigued by charlie's weirdly compelling little......... things he comes up with#the little bit of improv about magnets was good too dhsjbdjf#like somehow explaining it even more was funnier than in the episode#bc charlie's thought process is so funny#leaving it at. just magnets. is funny but the rest of it really got me#i think the two of them really excel at writing sort of mundane banter#like what theyre talking about doesn't even have to be particularly exciting#but its so snappy and fun i love that shit more than anything
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Find the Word
Thanks @mister-writes for the tag, I love this game :D No 'armor' anywhere, but here's the rest.
Peer
(After Trickster claims not to be breaking in)
Llanedd wanted to believe him, they truly did. Given that Trickster was currently on his hands and knees, peering intently at the door whilst twisting a couple of what were definitely lockpicks inside of what was definitely a lock, this was proving somewhat difficult.
Deep
“Look, I promise I’ll tell you everything afterwards,” Llanedd said, discovering the one upside of their unwieldy skirt was its ability to hide their crossed fingers from Trickster’s gaze. “Just, please."
Llanedd took a deep breath, unable to believe they were about to ask this.
“Trust me?”
Found
“You’re a security guard??” Llanedd found themself blurting out. “But… Trickster’s…?”
“Gorgeous?” Trickster provided. “Witty? Charming? A genius?”
“A thieving con-artist with dubious morals and a lackadaisical approach to the law?” Anarchy said. “Weirdly, the two aren’t as different as you might think. Trickster breaks into places to steal things–”
“–And Anarchy breaks into places to figure out how to stop me stealing things.”
Tagging @ahordeofwasps @space-writes @the-mindless (if you like!) to find Fun, Horror, and Idea.
#teq#teq:excerpt#tag game#fitting the word lackadisical into teq was one of my most fun writing moments#tbh anything with trickster and anarchys sibling banter is just so much fun
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So Im in love with the new chapter! Ik and the exchange students are making a list to do before the exchange program ends is such a cute idea and a good way to tie the story with a beautiful bow. Love Ik's relatable hatred of having hair styles that makes you want to pull it out (•‿•) (My hair would be styled so tight that it made little me HATE having my hair styled and it was one of my main reasons on having short hair) I cackled so hard on seeing Ik's list that she wants to spray Lucifer with a water gun which is frickin funny (and adding to Lucifer's reaction-) along with Satan and Belphie's mutual "wtf" moment with Ik when she said it was all a dream.
(That belpheroth crumb made me squeal like a squirrel, like you would have to be lying that Mammon and Asmo did NOT heard that (≧(ｴ)≦ ) )
Also AHHHH THIRTEEN MY LOVE ily, so is she actually working at the haunted house or what? I know she said she wasn't supposed to be there but the fact she knows like the workers makes me think otherwise (although I think that's how she got in without being labeled a guest?)
Also does this mean we're going to see Raphael on the next chapter, considering the pattern that the side characters appear in?
The new chapter is overall so fun and just so wholesome <3. But it kinda has a bittersweet vibe through out it yk? I mean meta and in story, like Ik's time in Devildom is coming to an end, the same thing with our time with the fic is about to end as this was an amazing journey. So I wanna say thank you for making this beautiful story (◍•ᴗ•◍)
- 🐧 Anon
(P.S. will you ever draw Alatus in the little hat Ik bought him?)
ahh i'm super glad you liked it!! asmo might've been too busy telling mephisto off for his stupid ideas, but mammon totally overheard and also totally let lucifer in on the goss later
as for thirteen - she's employed at the house, but she's supposed to be at the caves doing her job as a reaper, hence why she doesn't want word to get out that she's there (the other employees know who she is, but aren't snitches lol)
(as for your ps - very probably!!! i just have to decide what kind of hat it is first......)
#answering asks#anon asks#i'm having so much fun just writing Silliness and Banter again#given it took quite a few months to finish all the angst of the belphie arc#but you're right in that it feels more bittersweet this time#can't believe we get this far!!#thank you for reading!!!!#<33
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IM SOOOO HAPPPYYYY I legit thought this fic might have to go into indefinite hiatus cuz it wasn’t fic’ing but I was wrong! im still in the game! let’s gooooo. here is them being so freaking funny <3
She might have spoken too soon.
Lee Hong-Jo stares at Jang Shin-Yu, who is supposed to be doing work right now, but instead is lingering where she’s doing outside work. He lifts an awkward hand in greeting when he sees she caught him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working Jang Shin-Yu-ssi, what are you doing here?”
“I am working.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“I was working,” he amends. “I’m taking a small break right now.”
#destined with you#my writing#wip: dreams of u#I love it when they Banter so much#n it’s so fun to write heh#also#I think it was incredibly funny of me to go into this existential crisis for entire day before coming back to it when I thought it was for#like. a full three days or more CRYIN#fjfjjfjfjjdjdjfkx#it felt like it
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Got a lot of writing done today, so I thought I'd post a preview of a multi-chapter fic I've been working on! This one has been a HUGE undertaking; it's probably the biggest story I've worked on before, as well as my first attempt at a mystery. It's a steampunk-ish/noir Feysand AU where Feyre's family gets kidnapped by some shady faeries, and enlists the help of Rhysand (a detective who's been shirking his political duties back home) to help find them.
Look for chapter one of City of Strangers on AO3 very soon! (Not going to give an exact date because I don't want to put pressure on myself lmfaooo but I'm almost done editing!!)
Here's a little scene from chapter one that I had a lot of fun writing, between Rhys and Mor!
“Don’t you ever get tired of all that reading?”
Before Rhysand could respond, a golden hand — with fingernails that gleamed wine-red in the low light of his office — shot out and smacked the top of the precarious stack of books and papers atop his desk.
With the sort of world-weary sigh that could only hint at how many times such an exchange had passed between them, Rhys’ gaze traveled from the hand all the way up the length of arm attached to it, until at last his eyes met those of his cousin’s. And Morrigan, he noted with no small degree of exasperation, looked none too pleased with him this evening.
That is, she rarely looked pleased with him at all, but today the expression on her face happened to feel particularly threatening.
“Dearest Mor,” Rhys said, a smirk touching the corners of his mouth. “What, dare I ask, has put you in such a charming mood this evening — and to what do I owe the honor of being its recipient?”
“They’re asking about you again,” was her flat response. She crossed her arms. “Wondering when you’ll bring an end to these . . . charades of justice, I believe Keir called it.” Even she couldn’t help the soft snort of laughter that punctuated her sentence.
“Hm. I never took your father to be the poetic type.”
“It’s easy for you to be so flippant,” Mor said, lifting a hand to massage her temples. “It’s me they run to when you’ve done something to upset them like this. All of them squawking like hens about the ruination you’re bringing down upon the family and so on.” She sighed. Shook out her mane of blonde hair as if it could clear the unpleasant day from her memory. “You might at least consider giving them some idea of when you’ll be back.”
“I told them I’ll return as soon as I feel my work is done here,” said Rhys. “That’s not enough of an idea for them?”
“That was six months ago, Rhys.”
“So Keir has learned to count! How delightful. I suppose we’ll have to get him started on spelling soon enough.”
Mor rolled her eyes, but he caught the twinkle of amusement on her face. Something in his chest twisted guiltily at the sight of it; she did have a point, about it being far easier for him to treat matters involving their noble family with such lightness. She was the one who’d been enduring those insufferable people for the past six months while he’d been here, chasing this vision of his. This endeavor that so many had — perhaps rightfully, in some ways — called foolish. The least he could do would be to make these dealings with her father as painless for her as possible.
But when he thought of the path that had brought him here in the first place . . . when he thought of the future his family — his people — might not even be afforded if he should fail in this . . . he couldn’t simply turn his back on it. He’d never been a man who abandoned the things he started, and more often than not it seemed to work to his detriment. But this time . . . this time, he was determined for things to be different.
Perhaps it made him selfish. Perhaps it made him a monster. But he’d become whatever he needed to be in order to see this through to the end.
“I can’t give up,” he admitted at last, the words leaving him in barely a whisper. “You know I can’t, Mor. Not yet. Not when I’ve gotten so close.”
Her expression softened; turned into something that, for a moment, felt uncomfortably close to pity. Rhys wasn’t sure whether or not he hated that more than he would have if she’d simply gotten angry with him again. He’d rather have fury than be looked at like that. Like . . . like on some level, yet again, he’d failed his cousin. He’d failed to be what everyone needed him to be at all times.
“You could be wrong, you know,” she said at last — speaking softly, slowly, as if comforting an irrational child. “About all this. There’s a chance that you might never find what you’re looking for. What if it’s all for nothing?”
“It’s not,” was all he could say, even as he hated the lack of logic in it. “I know it’s not.”
#acotar#rhysand#mor acotar#acotar fanfic#fic preview#writing their banter is so much fun#also rhys is a blast to write as a protagonist!!#i'm super excited to bring feyre into the story as well
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