#I AM LIVING FOR THEIR BANTER

[nanihirunkits]

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

HIGH SCHOOL FRENEMY | EP12

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

part 16 - but I know where to start

“Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I can’t tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.” -Wake Me Up by Avicii

Regent Masterlist Part 15

Was it a cop-out to summon Jazz back to the Far Frozen? Yes. Did Danny particularly care? Nope! 

Jason was comfortable, propped up with a book Ghostwriter who had popped by to personally deliver. How the ghost had known about Jason Phantom wasn’t going to question, but he suspected GW kept an eye on the bookworms that passed through the Realms- or at least those close to the “Royal family”. Phantom wasn’t much for reading, not unless it was space-related, but he enjoyed listening to the Liminal man reading out loud. He had a brash voice, accented with a cadence like those from Crime Alley, but it only underscored the passion he held for reading. Phantom didn’t interrupt him once, not even when the halfa pulled out his ecto-phone and texted Ellie. 

(His little sister was in Kansas, spending time with another clone she’d literally run into.) 

Almost another full day's cycle passed before Phantom realized Jason had fallen back asleep, a book resting open on his broad chest and soft snores coming from the man. 

Yeah, he could see how he and Jazz fit together so well. 

There was just something about the Once-Revenant, a part of what made him Jason, that resonated with the Phantom. It’s what made him talk to the man as Red Hood, feel comfortable enough to stay in his company for so long, trust him with his older sister- the person who raised him. 

(Spent her birthday money to get him those cheap plastic glow-in-the-dark stars.) 

(Taught him how to read.) 

(Held him as the nightmares of his death shook him to his core.) 

(Did not fear him.) 

(Not as Phantom, Danny, or Dan.)

(Loves him.) 

(Mourns him.) 

(He would never tell her, but he understood how Dan could succumb to grief.)

(Jazz was his.) 

(His first friend, his true mother, his rock.) 

(She wouldn’t have claimed Regency without that tie.) 

Remix & Original chat 

Remix: Lol hows weenie Original:   jasons x3 ur size pipsqeak                    Remix:  ur point?  Original:  lol hes ok                                 frosty says he got hurt wth shrpnel                        new healed core + shrapnel = bad time Remix:  sucks 2 b him  Original:               so tru        Whre r u? Remix: omw 2 spain barcelona Original: ooh send pics if u need me call Remix: pics or nay gotcha txt u l8r luv u  Original: love u 2

Safely back in the living Realm and tucked away in Jason’s apartment, Jazz and Danny tried to investigate the bomb- unfortunately there was nothing for them to do but wait. 

On the upside, the Justice League was about to hit the UN full force with all the subtlety of a tsunami and who had front row seats to the drama? 

Yep, the Regent.  Jazz wasn’t exactly thrilled that her presence was requested, even though it was on the path to the desired outcome the Nightingale siblings had fought for, but both her soulmate boyfriend and little brother would be by her side as support. 

The Birds and the Bats Group Chat

Zombie: I lived bitch Spoiler-Alert: Jason!  Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!  Blood_Heir: Todd. Zombie: don’t sound too excited there demon brat.  Blood_Heir: Never.  Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Where have you been? Zombie: Stayed overnight at my Docs for observation.  Fly-Like-A-Dick: For three days? Blood_Heir: Fail to find that humorous Todd.  Zombie: wasn’t meant to be a joke brat.  I was actually at my Docs.  Zombie: Got a shovel talk from my girlfriends little brother too.                                     Spoiler-Alert:  Whoa GIRLFRIEND!!!! 😱 Jason!  Why is this the first were hearing this??? Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!!!!!! Quiet_Dancer: 🤗  Zombie:  At least Cass and Dickiebird are happy for me                                    Spoiler-Alert:  Ecstatic! But details! Now.                                                      Zombie: No.                                              Fly-Like-A-Dick: Is she a redhead??? Sleep_When_Im_Dead:  Jasmine Nightingale.                                                      Zombie: Babs.                                               Oracle_of_Gotham:  On it.  [member Sleep_When_Im_Dead has been blocked from the group.]  Spoiler-Alert:  too late!!!!!! Cass  with me! Quiet_Dancer: 🫡 Oracle_of_Gotham: DENIED Batdad:  Welcome back Jaylad.                                                        Zombie:                                           Old man       You and I need to have a talk with words                                              Fly-Like-A-Dick: battle stations everyone!!!

Council of Uncaged Birds

Queen_Regent: Ellie, I want you to meet Jason.  Officially meet him.  WanderingPrincess: eh??? temp said wasnt srs Queen_Regent: Danny No InfiniteStarPrince: Danny YES Frosty said they are  soulmates!!!!!! WanderingPrincess: 🤯😱 wha th fuck!!!1 Queen_Regent: language!  WanderingPrincess: ENGLISH imma get a shovel gotta undead weenie 2 bury.

Template. [user InfiniteStarPrince has left the chat]  WanderingPrincess: coward Queen_Regent: I have many regrets.  WanderingPrincess: u luv us 👻

Lady & Knight chat Lady: Jay remember when I told you I wanted you to meet Ellie?  Knight: She’s bringing a shovel isn’t she.  Lady: I love how brilliant you are.  Knight: I aim to please. 

Lady & Knight chat Knight: you patrolling tonight? Lady: wasnt planning on it Knight: wanna meet me? Lady: same time same place? Knight: you know it

The abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts officially happened at three pm on a dreary Gotham Tuesday. Jazz was cuddled with Jason on his couch, dozing off to his heartbeat as he read Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. The comfortable silence they had wrapped themselves in only occasionally broken by Jason turning a page was completely shattered when Jazz’s phone rang with the Ghostbusters theme song. 

“Danny?” Jazz answered surprised, “School isn’t out yet, what’s wrong?” She was greeted by Danny’s heaving cries as he replied. 

“Batman, he- he did it!” Danny sobbed, “He saved us.” 

It clicked then. The Dark Knight had completed the task he was entrusted with by a Spirit of Protection, the Once and Future Star King, and unknowingly kept the promise a ghost made to a young Jasmine Fenton. 

One day my son will stop this. All of this. You only need to be strong. Take care of yourself and your brother. I promise. 

She had waited years for the promise to be fulfilled, the sworn promise of the dead to a living child. Jasmine was a patient soul, but she had still been a child that night in Gotham. 

(The Drs. Fenton believing the stories about a ghostly vigilante patrolling the streets, a never aging child by their side.) (Dragging their children with them. ) (Hungry and cold.) (A dead man who swore his son would end their torment one day.)

(She should’ve known it wouldn’t come fast enough to save Danny.) 

How was she to know the ghost was speaking of the Realms inhabitants, not the abused and neglected children of Ghost Hunters? How was she to know that the hope such a promise kindled wasn’t hers to keep?  Jason wrapped his arms around her, the book set aside and her phone gently taken from her grasp to be put on speaker so they could both talk to her little brother. Danny had dissolved from heaving sobs to muffled hiccups, seemingly now that he’d shared the news with his sister. 

“He really did,” she muttered. “He really did it.” 

(The furry fucker actually did it.) (She’d known that he was going to try, but humans are stubborn creatures.)

A/N: Hi! Welcome to an update for the Regent. Just to be fully transparent with each of my readers - The Regent is still on Hiatus.

I have deleted so much of my writing because I don't like the flow/dialogue/pacing. Original ending thrown out and rewritten twice- still don't care for it. Who knew something other than Angst would be so difficult.

(Not me!)

Having said that, this entry is of course beta'd by the wonderful @meditating-cat who has put up with my random messages.

(You are amazing!)

(In all honesty, I wish I could just skip right to the ending because at least I know 100% I can get it just right....eventually.)

Thanks for reading and happy easter!

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

✨Mama Nick Valentine✨

WELP- as it turns out, the random orphaned kitten girl that Nick brought home decided to imprint on the old detective like a baby chick and now he’s stuck with her for the rest of his life.

But Jasmine/Rosalinda only has her prewar adoptive mother as a reference to parental love, so Nick ends up reminding Jazzy purely of her dear sweet madrecita, and she voices that fact quite often.

So I have gathered some of the “Mama Nick Valentine” moments from my main fic that’s about how Nick actually came to stumble on Jas, and I’ve laid them out here for y’all to see.

He can’t correct the kid at this point in time, she’s severely injured and delusional, and Ellie is already laughing at the idea of Jasmine toddling around referring to Nick as her Mother.

But also Ellie is very worried about her boss bitting off more than he can chew by taking in this unknown and shattered child.

This is not the first time Nick has brought home a stray inside to shelter them from the rain, but Ellie can tell that Jasmine is a special case.

Ellie also thinks that Nick should wield the power his new title of Mama gives him, but Nick is having doubts about having any sort of maternal magic.

One day he’ll come to accept the terms of the new role he was given. For now he’s just the unsure (and a bit scared) guardian of Jasmine. Unfortunately, the orphaned kitten came plagued with chronic nightmares and the only thing that calms her down is the reluctant Mama Nick.

Just wait until the others hear about “Mama Nick Valentine”, Nick will never hear the end of it. Ellie already has her own plans to tease him at the office.

Also, Jasmine panics every time Nick leaves her, because she fears she’ll loose the one pillar of safety that she has in this life. Valentine is just too warmhearted and gentle for her to let go. 🥺🥺🥺🥺 But unfortunately, he’s a detective with a busy schedule.

His (metaphorical) gut is always right on these types of things. Because not too long after this scene, Ellie has to come running to find him because Jasmine had a terrible panic attack. Nick does NOT have much confidence in himself as a newfound parent, but that’s why he has an Ellie to encourage him.

I bet Nick has been told a million times over that he reminds folks of their dad/grandpa. Even Ellie tells him so.

And now he gets the most sweetest reward for helping this kid. He’s stuck under his new daughter’s spell of cuteness.

The protective part that awakened in Nick is his Papa Bear instincts, something he is gonna need for the long road ahead.

There’s gonna REALLY long road ahead of them both, I have a lot planned for their story.

But just look at how sweet and cuddly the father and daughter duo are right now!!! So precious, they ought to just be sat down by the fireplace where it’s warm and cozy and be left alone for all eternity so nothing bad can ever get to them again.

[annoying--moth]

I love how Tiso and God Tamer have literally never interacted or even been hinted to have interacted in the game but one day someone just went "hey wouldn't they be kinda cute together" and everyone else just went "sure"

[silverhalla]

Seleny Merlot, 8:92 Blessed

Teia had looked far too pleased when she asked him to dinner. That should have been the first clue.

Viago didn’t trust restaurants. In all honesty, he detested them. He could only test for so many poisons at once, and had only developed his immunity to a few dozen. A restaurant was danger. It was his life, in the hands of an unknown chef, in the hands of many unknown persons with many untold reasons to perhaps want him dead. As a rule, he avoided them, but Teia was... insistent. She owned the little bistro, though, and had personally vetted anyone with access to his food for the evening. It was a touching gesture, truly, to make him feel more comfortable in a place he felt deeply, uniquely exposed.

It should have been his second clue.

(also on [ao3]!!)

The establishment was irritatingly nice. Candles flickered on every table, although theirs was the only one taken. If he’d been on edge before, his concern was certainly peaking now.

"You're planning something," he groused after the waiter walked away, pulling out Teia's chair for her. She sat delicately, looking up at him through her lashes as he sat down across the table.

"I am not," she insisted, sounding far too smug.

Viago sighed. "It's bad, isn't it?"

"Oh, hush. Drink some wine." She reached for the menu, smiling at him in a way that reminded him far too much of a satisfied cat. "Try to enjoy yourself for once."

"I'm enjoying myself," he huffed, not enjoying himself at all. "Hand me the wine list."

“Of course,” she said, taking a quick glance at it before passing it over. "Seleny Merlot, 8:92 Blessed. Isn’t that Rook’s favorite?”

Viago squinted at her, unamused. “Why do you know that?”

“Oh, it just came to mind.” She waved a hand dismissively, returning to her study of the menu. “It came up recently in conversation.”

That was news. “You saw Rook?”

“No,” Teia purred, batting her dark, pretty eyes at him. “I saw Lucanis.”

Viago’s voice went deadly serious. “Andarateia.”

“He was thinking of buying a bottle or two,” she hinted, “or so I heard.” She leaned forward, barely hiding a smirk, and he could feel a vein at his temple begin to throb.

"Why is a Dellamorte..." - he hissed the name through his teeth - "...buying expensive wine for my protege?"

Teia fluttered a hand, looking nonchalant. “Oh, I’m sure there was a reason. Perhaps her nameday?”

“Half a year ago,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You planned her trip to the coast.”

“Did I? I must have forgotten.” Teia bridged her fingers and rested her chin upon them, blinking up at the man innocently. “Well, friends buy friends gifts. Like the dagger she got for him, or so the vendor mentioned.”

It was a trap, he knew, and he walked into it anyways. “When?”

“A few months, give or take.”

That was a horrifying concept – how long he’d gone without spotting it. "Months!?"

“Oh, don’t be so glum,” Teia teased, “I’m sure it's nothing. She would’ve said something. To one of us, at least.”

There was a beat, where Teia smiled serenely and his fury simmered.

"Did she say something to you?" he asked tersely, already regretting the question.

"Nothing comes to mind." She pretended to think about it carefully, her brow furrowed. "I suppose she hasn't had much time lately. The last time I saw her was..."

"When you were planning Caterina's funeral," Viago finished, wheels turning in his head. "...and he brought her with him."

"For moral support, wasn't it? He needed her close by, just in case." She paused, tilting her chin thoughtfully. "Now that I think about it, there was a comment..."

"Teia...," he groaned, his eyes pleading.

She waved a hand dismissively. "I had complimented her. And insulted you in the process, of course."

"Of course," he said, sarcastic as ever.

"And Lucanis got a little..." Teia paused, considering her words carefully. "...defensive."

Vi's eyes narrowed. "How so?"

"He told me not to flirt with her." That, at least, seemed like a decent idea.

"For once, something he and I agree on," he said, casting her a scathing look.

She ignored him, continuing. "And he looked absolutely pitiful about it," Teia added, "...and he called her his colleague."

There was another shoe that had to drop, surely, but he had to know. “Is that it?”

"Oh, but he almost didn't. 'Teia, don't flirt with my... colleague'!" she mimicked, affecting his slightly posher accent, "Like that."

"Like he wanted to call her something else." Viago frowned, brooding. "Did she seem surprised?"

Teia's grin only grew. "She blushed. To the tips of her ears."

Viago cursed, leaning back in his chair. It was a bigger problem than he'd thought. If Lucanis was smitten, he'd kill him. If Rook was smitten, he could give her a strong talking-to and make thinly-veiled threats. Of course the fool had to fall for a Dellamorte, of all people. It was irritating how easily she shaped up plans to ruin her own life. If it were a one-sided crush, yes, he could deal with that. Find a way to dissuade her, or to threaten him. But if that interest was mutual... Mierda.

“Maybe we’re reading too much into it,” he said hopelessly, desperate for another explanation. "Plenty of Crows send out gifts for well-struck contracts. Maybe a gift for a job well done?"

“Perhaps,” Teia conceded, going back to perusing the drink menu. Her eyes kept flickering back up to him, though, a mischievous look on her face, which he ignored for as long as he could manage.

Finally, after a minute of terse silence and furtive looks, he sighed. “What?”

“Nothing! I’m just thinking about that wine,” Teia hinted, “It must be good.”

He considered deeply whether he’d done something stupid recently. Stupid enough, at least, that she’d poison him for it. It wouldn’t be anything he hadn’t built up a tolerance for, but it would certainly make for an unpleasant evening.

The waiter, seeming to sense his acquiescence, materialized at the table. “Signora?”

“A glass of Antivan White,” Teia said sweetly, flashing the boy a dazzling smile that had him stammering as he turned to take the other assassin's order.

“And… and for you?”

“I’ll try the 8:92,” Viago sighed, annoyed that he had to take the bait, “…a glass, but only if you have a fresh bottle. We’ll uncork it here.” The odds of getting poisoned at one of the Cantori’s restaurants were low, but never zero. He untucked the tester kit from his sleeve regardless.

“Of course, signore. If you enjoy the vintage - well, it should be much easier to come by in these next few months.”

“Is that so?” Teia chimed, flashing the boy one of her dazzling smiles, one she'd used on Viago on plenty of occasions. It politely demanded conversation.

“Yes. The winery is under new ownership, you see. And under strict orders for restaurants to keep a reserve.” He returned the Seventh Talon’s smile, every bit as starstruck and moony-eyed as would’ve been expected, faced with Teia’s interest. The comment did not go unnoticed.

Viago recovered as best as he could, already on edge. “What do you mean?”

The boy launched into a long demonstration that he didn’t comment on simply because he was fuming, and feeling utterly foolish, and because language seemed to escape him. The Dellamortes hadn’t just bought the wine, the sommelier had explained cheerfully. They’d bought the whole vineyard.

Teia smirked, and Viago nursed a headache that began forming almost immediately. Somewhere, he was sure, he had a poison that could end this misery.

“On second thought,” he grumbled, “…I will take the whole bottle.”

[3liza]

every time I see the big black "songs about fucking" cover i remember jakey bought a "funny" t shirt with the cover photoshopped so the lady was holding a bad poker hand. and I asked him what the joke was and he said "she looks mad because her cards are bad" and he wasn't being wry or ironical, that's just what he thought "jokes" were about half the time. a joke is when a familiar thing is slightly different. this got him enough false positives on his guesses about what a joke was that it just reinforced his lack of comprehension about the concept of humor. he kept buying t shirts like this, about half of them were actual jokes and the rest were either so lame they weren't actually even funny in a shitty tshirt way, but merely confusing, or were not jokes at all and instead were just "hey remember thing you've seen before?" but not even in a novel context or anything. but he thought they were jokes, and would laugh at them

I'm never going to be able to move past this because it's impossible to receive any sort of explanation for something the person holding the misapprehension believes to be self evident and thus inexplicable

[secretsofthewilde]

you said you wanted a scan of my brain 😔

You motherfuck-

I'm crying

[plugnuts]

Sometimes I wonder what’s the point of fighting

[nanihirunkits]

Wow. I didn't realize Mr. Day was this famous. I was ranked first among players my age two years in a row. You're not a humble man, I see. Just let me brag. I worked so damn hard to maintain that high score.

LAST TWILIGHT | EP4

[unreadpoppy]

Some of the Minthara romance banter transcripted

I'm planning something and to do that, I needed some of the lines of Minthara's romance banter with other companions written down, and I think this could be useful to others so I'm dropping them here. It's not everything (i just wrote down the ones I wanted/needed) and they were based taken from this video.

Lae’zel: Our leader is a fool for love, Minthara. I’d never be compelled to conduct such a poorly planned jailbreak. 

Minthara: They did not do it for love. They did it for my prowess in combat. As well as coitus. I excel in both. 

Lae’zel: As do I. Sometimes the acts are not dissimilar. 

…

Minthara: A few pointers, Lae’zel. I heard you and your lover locked in combat, but the test you set was not rigorous enough. Next time, tie them to the ground, and do not release them until you are both satisfied. 

Lae’zel: Hm…you have given me ideas. 

…

Wyll: I really hope you’re being careful with our friend, Minthara. I wouldn’t want you to break each other. 

Minthara: If I break them, it will be in the pursuit of pleasure, and they will die, smiling. 

…

Shart: Any doubts about falling for a foe, Minthara? Or, does that just add spice to things?

Minthara: I do not fall for my foes; I vanquish them. I cannot love who I do not trust, with either my heart or my body. I am fortunate to have found someone worthy 

…

Gale: I’m glad to know you have a softer side, Minthara; I was beginning to think you rather heartless. 

Minthara: Loving another is not soft, wizard. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. 

Gale: So you admit you found love! Oh, how delightful. I’m happy for you both.  

…

Minthara: Are you a better man, now that you are loved, Astarion? Did they mend your ways?

Astarion: I rather think they did. Can’t imagine anyone wanting to do that for you though, dear (laughs). 

…

Astarion: So…what’s it like caring for someone other than yourself, Minthara. 

Minthara: You have never tried it, I assume. 

Astarion: Hahehahahe, gods no. It sounds like a lot of work. 

Minthara: It takes less work than you devote to maintaining your foppish facade, and it’s far more rewarding. 

…

Karlach: It’s funny seeing you so smitten, Minthara. Didn’t think you were able. 

Minthara: I took my first lover before you were a spark in father’s eye, child. 

…

Karlach: Hey, so, what’s romance like in the Underdark, Minthara?

Minthara: Here on the surface, gender does not define one’s role so stricly. There are weaklings of every sort. In Menzoberranzan, romance is commonly a luxury enjoyed between women. Men are mostly present for propagation.

…

Minthara: She was a High Priestess of house Vandry. Beautiful, elegant, ruthless. I adored her and had been sharing her bed for some time when the order came that she must die. 

Karlach: Oh no…

Minthara: I stayed with her while the poison did its work, and whispered words of comfort as she slipped away. 

…

Wyll: Amourous passions usually make people more considerate, Minthara. Kinder, sympathetic, better at cooperating. 

Minthara: They can also make people more protective, guarded, paranoid, and jealous. 

…

Astarion: So…how does Lolth feel about romance? Are you expected to bite your mate’s head off afterwards?

Minthara: Be grateful I no longer follow the Spider Queen’s teachings. If I did, you would be the first  to fall into my web.

Astarion: I can’t tell if you’re joking- She is joking, right? 

…

Minthara: Half the men in Menzoberranzan are pleasure servants. Weaklings whose beauty is their only redeeming quality. You would fit right in with them, Astarion. 

Astarion: You think I’m beautiful? Minthara

Minthara: (grumbles) 

[janesemper]

also. it was inspired by the post on my dash but im too shy to put it into tags so here goes. maybe im being too idealistic about the whole issue and most people dont learn anything for the games they play but i do truly believe that we all do learn, even if we dont realize it in the moment. and in this case i think that having companions actually argue and defend their worldview is doing better for teaching people critical thinking skills and stuff than just having them say 'thats good and thats bad'

[oozedninjas]

NUH UH AM NOT A SUNSHINE

HUSH UP 😡😡

-🦶

Fuck, fine ༽◺_◿༼ヾ the devil itself, ladies and gents

[inundatae]

didn't think i'd ever do a ship tier list for neuv, but 4.2's made me more amenable to certain ones.

suffice it to say: i put the fontaine quartet in my mouth.

[whimsypeddler]

having Big Feelings in the tags. you neednt read them, but you should go drink water and stretch your eyes

[ishika-star]

I always thought the “Dick Grayson is a crashout” was just a response to the fanon version of him but…it’s kinda true. Untouchable was Nightwing screaming at rogues and beating the shit out of everyone for 6 issues straight

[sageblus]

weekly volleyball nights are back we are so back life is good again!!