shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[Mara shows Satan some highly embarrassing and highly nsfw pictures]

 

*MARAGIDYNE*

I DON'T SEE ANY PICTURES.

 

[BLOCK]
[Press Turn +2]
careful with that you might hurt somebody

 

I made copies, genius. What's the matter, can't handle conclusive evidence that I tempted God's pet tempter?

Evidence I am better at temptation than you?

 

"I am as much more powerful than you as you are than a new wiggler. Is this fun for you?"

 

all i did vwas poke it! lightly! ONCE!

 

i dont have a horse in this race but does it really count as temptation if you had to remove their memory first

 

Valiska shrugs. "I would probably not have hit you the second time if you hadn't tried to hit on me. At any rate I believe you have taken my point. Do not pick on the wiggler. If I ever catch you doing something like that to one of my kits after they're born, you'll think that was a massage."

 

No thank you. I'm not inclined towards juveniles.

 

-sits between the wiggler and the choas and facepaws-

 

You figured out how to repair one? There was a woman, the Grand Enchanter to Empress Celene, who taught me a little of how to use them, but I don't think Morrigan ever figured out how to repair them.

I'm not certain about the specifics, but I know how to navigate the Crossroads now. And Dorian and I have one set up, in case he needs me in Tevinter, fast.

 

Yes, and I need you here right now. Immediately.

 

So you want me to wake up and then wake you up, rudely, with no remorse? I think I can manage that. I've got a bucket of snow with your name on it.

 

Absolutely not! You scoundrel I was going to make a heart-warming remark about how I missed you and how no one else around me is as good of company as you are. Now I will never say those words, ever.

 

Once again, my cruel wit has deprived me of the tender embrace of your love. Whatever will I do with myself now?

[He leans against Dorian and grins.] Would it help if I said I missed you too?

 

Wait Are You Guys Flushed Or Pitch, I Cant Tell.

 

I'm not flushed I don't think. Dorian's not blushing either. I feel like I'm misunderstanding you.

 

Hearts or Spades, Fucker, It Aint That Hard A Question.

 

*Wraps an arm around him* It would, I suppose. It also helps that at least I know, in my heart of hearts, that I can meet you in this strange place where giant green phalluses roam.

Excuse?

Playing cards?

 

...Cards?

You know, the giant green Desire demon makes more sense with you around. I get things like Pride and Despair, you get Desire. I suppose it all works out in the end, doesn't it?

[He pats Dorian in the general butt vicinity.]