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tastefullyoffensive · 2 months
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opbackgrounds · 3 months
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Even Robin's patience has its limits
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Rex: enters
Fives: At the end of the day we are all human beans.
Echo: Together we will rice
Jesse: Lettuce pray
Hardcase: Ramen.
Rex: walks out
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cheshirelibrary · 2 years
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three-red-horns · 3 months
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This music seems a bit chopped 🤔 @sexygrammaticalerrors
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broken-glowsticks · 2 months
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To All my STAYs that speak Spanish!
So... I've been referring to Felix with this particular nickname, one that I haven't seen any other stay use. This stems from my absolutely delulu-ness.
May I give you my personal nickname for Felix:
Pollito 🐤
This is totally a pun. We all know Felix's skzoo is Bbokari (who is a chick) and that Felix's Korean name is Yongbok (which is where bbokari's name comes from).
bbokari + Yongbok = bok bok
Get it? Like a chicken cluck?
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I'll see myself out.
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theluckywizard · 7 months
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WIP WHENEVER
I've been working on this pun battle for an upcoming chapter of my longfic In the Shattering of Things the last few days (after it sat stewing in my brain for a solid month). I researched by watching pun championships and got some help from fellow DAFF writers, @kiastirling, @bluewren, @nirikeehan and @warpedlegacy and finally it is DONE.
WC: 916
Rating and CW: Gen, puns and utter torment
Rose Trevelyan POV
Scene is they are on the road to Crestwood and trying to keep Rose entertained for *reasons*.
It's truly cringe, so proceed with caution below.
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On the second day I find myself sandwiched between Varric and Hawke who busily share tales of their exploits in and around Kirkwall, keeping my attention captive and forcibly restraining it from chasing misery for an hour or so. Hawke is eager to set the record straight for me, although Varric points out that his version invariably has significantly more panache.
“If Sebastian hadn’t had his bow trained perfectly on the Wyvern’s eye, Hawke wouldn’t have made it,” sighs Varric, the memory a twinkle in his eye.
"I remember it was an arrow escape!” says Hawke, a grin of pure triumph breaking across his face. As I drop my head back in amused torment, Varric’s head jerks side to side with sudden vehemence.
“Oh no. Oh no no no,” says Varric, a weak look drifting over to his best friend.
“Yes.”
“I… can’t.”
“You will,” says Hawke with certainty. “Topic: weapons. Go!” A sudden effervescence bubbles up inside me as my mind immediately grasps for the next play. I glance apologetically at Varric and then at Hawke and unleash my worst.
“This sounds like a sword spot between you two,” I remark, my smile twitching well into my cheek for the first time since we left. Hawke’s brows pop up and he grabs a fistful of his hair in shock and delight. 
“If you don’t fight back, Varric, she’ll pommel us both!” he counters, leaning around me to regard the dwarf. The energy shifts around the three of us, craning to put eyes on the brewing chicanery, muttering to themselves about how terrible it all is.
“Fine, fine. I’ll take a stab at it,” grumbles Varric, rapidly losing his grip on his smirk.
“And I shall saber the experience,” grins Hawke. I hear Cassandra’s rumble of agony somewhere behind me.
“Spear us your groans, Seeker!” Varric calls.
“Like the dregs of the worst theater company in Val Royeaux,” scoffs Vivienne into her horse’s mane. “Wordplay is the lowest form of comedy.”
“Cleave us alone already, will you? We love edgy humor!” gripes Hawke, hamming it up for the audience around him.
“Cutlass some slack, Iron Lady,” says Varric.
“Come Madame Vivienne, surely you enjoy wincing until your face hurts like the rest of us?” says Dorian. Vivienne merely lifts her chin, thinly veiling her disdain for it all with a distance gaze ahead. 
“Shield get used to it. Eventually,” says Hawke with a shake of his head, directing his obvious glee at me again.
“Oh, wipe that dirk off your face,” I swipe. He clutches at his chest dramatically.
“You stagger me, Lady Violet. You axe too much of me!”
“Amateurs. You’re making a mace of things,” calls Bull, glancing over his shoulder with a wide grin as he falls back to ride closer to the chaos.
“Terribull,” Hawke strikes back. “Truly Terribull.”
“Like I haven’t heard that one a thousand times before, Champignon. Weak jab.”
“True, but I still think I prefer Prose. Your punnery impales in comparison,” says Hawke.
“Thrust me, we’re all well aware of your preference,” says Bull with a laugh. Laughing, Hawke steals a pointed look at me that prompts a momentary surge of heat to my cheeks.
“It would be a greaves mistake to underestimate me, Bull,” I call ahead to him.
“Ha! Knife one.”
“Sad how you flail about for such low hanging fruit. You don’t haft to say them maul, for Maker’s sake,” Hawke says, his triumph provoking hollers and aching moans from the lot of us. He takes a slight bow over his horse’s ashen mane. “Shank you very much.” My laughter slips out at last, breaking free from the ache that hasn’t left my ribs since that awful morning.
“They’re words but they’re the wrong words,” mutters Cole, suddenly appearing at a jog alongside Varric.
“But they’re almost the right words and that’s why it’s funny, kid,” explains Varric.
“Hawke uses a lot of wrong words,” observes Cole. 
“A true rapier wit,” says Dorian, testing the waters, earning a cheeky grin of approval from Hawke and another exasperated sigh from Cassandra.
“Maker, don’t encourage them,” says Vivienne, believing that she and Dorian are a sort of team above it all. 
“Ah, you think you’ll cuirass of our affliction?” Hawke continues over his shoulder, his eyes practically glowing with delight.
“I’m not engaging with you,” she answers, fixing her eyes firmly on the road ahead.
“Don’t be bashful, Vivienne, it’s just a friendly gauntlet of sorts,” I say and my snort pops out so suddenly that I fail to clamp it under my hand, a joyful tear collecting the corner of my eye. Maker, I’ve needed this. 
Vivienne’s eyes flutter and roll.
“Ouch. A parry of puns no less,” says Hawke and my pained look is clearly the reward he seeks.
“Maybe we should claymore gently around her,” says Varric. Cassandra cries out in indignation.
“I agree. Perhaps we should break for lunge?” I inquire. And then we see it. The barest little twitch of the corner of Vivienne’s lips. We all trade sudden looks of astonishment.
“Let it be known that the Iron Lady smiles!” declares Varric. “At lowly wordplay no less!”
“An insect alighted on my cheek, nothing more,” she says, her smirk sneaking away from her again and the roar of approval is immediate. 
“Admit it, we’re pretty stunny,” says Hawke.
“Knife one!” shouts Sera, having listened to all of this and waited for her moment.
“Sera— just— no,” says Varric. “You never steal someone else’s pun.”
Tagging others for WIPs, even on this, the last day of the weekend!
@skyeventide, @effelants, @about2dance, @melisusthewee, @monocytogenes, @rowanisawriter, @smutnug, @breninarthur AND YOU
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showerrug · 9 months
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for anyone who is wondering where my pun streak comes from my dad just said mashbrowns when talking about making hashbrowns with mashed potatoes and then laughed about it for the next 5 minutes
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performing-personhood · 2 months
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obby98 · 11 days
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What does a transsexual morning person drive?
A trans AM.
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opbackgrounds · 4 months
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For those who don't know, Kumacy is a pun. It's just Kuma (bear) with the letter C at the end. When she was a kid her actual bear's name was Kuma A. God only knows what happened to Kuma B, but knowing the nature of Thriller Bark it's probably best not to speculate
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the80shippie · 26 days
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I love you. even when your shitty 🤣
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cheshirelibrary · 1 year
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three-red-horns · 3 months
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"You're kraken me up"
Yes, you do @sexygrammaticalerrors
From a recent visit to a novelty store with all kind of useless but punny household items. You want to buy them all, but for some reason can't pick any. #3RHmusings
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“Yeah,” said the most junior wizard, “but who keeps talking to us? They say this is a magic wood, it’s full of goblins and wolves and—”
“Trees,” said a voice out of the darkness, high above. It possessed what can only be described as timbre.
Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic
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roses-between-thorns · 9 months
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So, have you heard about the oyster who went to a disco and pulled a mussel?
📸: Unknown
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