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egginfroggin · 10 months

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Yeeting both Ingo and Emmet into Hisui and having them get taken in by the Pearl Clan and Diamond Clan, respectively, is fun, but what if they were both taken by the Pearl Clan.

And then became Lady Sneasler's Wardens (coughadoptedkidscough).

And proceeded to tell absolutely nobody that there were two of them.

As far as anybody who isn't from the Pearl Clan or who hasn't been introduced to the twins by Irida -- the Responsible One -- knows, Lady Sneasler has a really weird Warden named Emmet who just abruptly swaps coats and demeanors seemingly arbitrarily.

And is terrifyingly good at getting around the Highlands quickly.

Honestly.

It's almost like he's in two places at once, sometimes.

Yeah, they went off to the Highlands and one of them (probably Emmet) was like, "Hey what if we just didn't tell anyone that there's two of us," and the other (probably Ingo) was like, "That's a horrible idea. I love it. Let's do it."

The player character knows that there's two of them because Irida herself introduced Ingo or Emmet as one of Lady Sneasler's Wardens, so the player character was basically directly informed of the fact that there's two of them.

Nobody else is aware of this.

Warden Emmet is just a mysterious cryptid lurking around the Coronet Highlands, and everyone is very confused by him. And maybe a little afraid.

Except for Melli, Melli is just exasperated with him. As usual.

And due to the distance between the Highlands, the Pearl Settlement (full of people who know) and the rest of Hisui (the people who don't know), it never really gets properly stated that there are two identical Wardens running around the Highlands. Irida just thinks that people talk about Emmet a lot and chalks it up to him maybe being the weirder of the two. Or maybe Ingo's shy, or something. Who knows.

Either way, they get away with it for years.

#pokemon #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #submas #warden melli #pla irida #hello I'm making the twins be gremlins again #egginfroggintalkin #eggin's writings #kamado coming up the mountain when the sky is red: why are there two of you #ingo and emmet sharing a Look: whatever do you mean commander? there's always been two of us #'operation: gaslight the galaxy team's leader' is a-go #irida is just. guys. guys why #lady sneasler loves it and is cackling at the entire situation #the twins are so disappointed when the jig is finally up #oh well it was fun while it lasted #... let's trade clothes sometime and see if we can confuse people. yeah

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egginround · 5 months

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Thaw

Gale wrestles insecurity in an intimate moment with Tav. Gale x GN!Reader - CW: None.

For all his flowery words, Gale feels tongue-tied when you're near. Even the traitorous air from his lungs rushes out to greet you as you step into his tent, a bright shine in your eyes as if he's ever earned the right to be looked at like that. A phantom of a touch as you brush the wisps of hair from his face, a startingly natural slip of your hand into his. Not even his endless years of study could catalogue the swell of magic in his blood - it's moments like these that have him spellbound.

Your hands leave a delicious trail of warmth up his skin. His shoulders, his arms, the sides of his body. Not one inch is left untouched, not under your curious hands. As the two of you lie together, a sinking chill starts to frost over in his mind, a nagging guilt that claws into the back of his head. He takes a shuddering breath and wrestles it down as your touches whisper over him. A voice hissing sick poison - telling him he has done nothing to earn this, that you will leave at his next mistake - floods into his thoughts. His breathing quickens but not for pleasure. As his eyes dart across the tent, hands starting to tremble as if to cast Misty Step, he feels ready to escape - and yet he can't.

It is impossible to tear his gaze from yours once you see him.

Shivers dot the back of his neck, but still he cannot look away. All the brilliance of the morning dawn could not compare to the way you peer up at him. Your gaze seems to burn his very soul - past the bravado, the confidence. The heat radiating off your palms sinks deep into his chest, flooding his every vein, and threatens to choke him as it washes up his throat. His tongue, usually well-practised from his propensity towards verbosity, suddenly feels large and foolish in his mouth as he struggles to free a coherent sentence. He can only hold your hand to his chest just as he did all those months ago. It feels poetic in some way. Again, he is at your mercy, pleading, desperate, aching for you to understand him in a way he cannot trust himself to say.

He hopes that somehow you will understand the depth of his feelings for you. Even the Astral Plane seems insufficient. Shifting, you slide into a more comfortable position and lay across him, your cheek resting on his shoulder as if his orb doesn't thrum a stuttering beat. As if your fingertips would not melt away his sickening mortal flesh, and there he would lay - stripped to mere bone and gasping for breath all the same.

The same fingertips reach to tease the wrinkles from his brow, and he snaps out of his reverie. They tangle themselves in his hair before tracing a near-scorching path down his cheek, ghosting over the corner of his lips and oh, it must certainly be the orb that lurches so in his chest. Again, he endeavours to loosen a word from his lips, but - ever the tactician - you read him before he has the chance.

As Mystra's Chosen, Gale had tasted the highs and lows of all the Weave could offer. The electrifying sensation of power, the soul-piercing loneliness without it. The endless weeks where he locked himself away has left him brittle as ice when confronted with the mortifying idea of being known to another. So much of his heart has wasted away in his chase for the cold wisps of Mystra's perfect favour.

He grunts as your nails accidently scratch his skin, the pain bringing him back to the moment, and your cheeks faintly colour in embarrassment. A hoarse chuckle is all he can let out as he finally reaches out to you fully. He thinks he'll take the blistering warmth of your mortal touch any day.

Author Notes: I thought it'd be interesting to write a Gale situation where he doesn't fucking talk LOL. Much love for our rizzard (who i am convinced is actually a sorceror ahaha) - maybe one day I'll write something actually happening instead of lovesick fools. I might expand this when I post on ao3 hmmm.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale x reader #gale x tav #gale fluff #drabble #edited bc i noticed a lotta mistakes 💀#eggin writes

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lightninginhersoul · 6 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @janewaysratherirregularstarlog

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not my first name! My middle name is my maternal grandmother's name which is awesome because she's an absolute badass

2. When was the last time you cried?

Um the last time i absolutely sobbed? Two days ago. Cried at all? Last night

3. Do you have kids?

Not yet, ask me again in 5-10 years

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I was a three sport athlete pretty much from the age of 6 to 18 but it changed a lot. The last set was field hockey, swimming, and softball (hell yeah! i miss my teams!). I also ran cross country, played terrible basketball, soccer, and archery. Now I mostly just hike and swim but I'm thinking about volunteering as a referee for the younger leagues on weekends so I don't have to be stressed about calls.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Who, me? Never

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Likely the outfit, the costumer in me will not go away ever. After that, probably face and height

7. What’s your eye color?

Blue!

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings plz !

9. Any talents?

Maybe that I have a million hobbies and find it really easy to pick up textile arts? That I taught myself how to spin my field hockey stick and am really good at air dribbling? Otherwise I'm sure all my friends could tell you my talents but I sure can't

10. Where were you born?

The you ess of ayyyyy (North east US)

11. What are your hobbies?

Oh boy let's go! Star Wars, cosplay, hiking, writing, reading, drawing, painting, video games, embroidery, bobbin lace, sewing, mending (visibly and invisibly), knitting, crochet (relearning rn), calligraphy, wood carving, lathe work, woodworking in general/carpentry, wood burning, d&d, scrapbooking, tarot, baking, and probably a few more I'm forgetting. (yes I have adhd how could you tell?)

12. Do you have any pets?

Not at the moment but as soon as I live somewhere with space I'm gonna get a kitten (2)

13. How tall are you?

5'8"

14. Favorite subject in school?

This is not a fair question because at my graduation they mentioned that my favorite class was all 8 that I was taking...I'd pick what I went to college for but I got two majors and two minors in different things too? I guess I'll say English in a pinch but this is super hard

15. Dream job?

Getting to be a college professor for the humanities that I have degrees in (rather difficult given the market but that's a dream for next decade maybe after I stop my current job which is also cool I love engineering but like hmm to create art) or becoming a vampire and having my job be Student as I get degrees in basically every subject ever

Gonna tag some of my mutuals now and absolutely no pressure! Know that I think you're awesome and really cool!

@old-bird @chesapeakewoman @the-egginator @dioxizinegreeen @toofewtrueblue @acetheasshat @squagel @chickalupe @raevenlywrites @marisolinspades @explodingfurby @sir-jeffers11 @raineydaywrites @slightly-strange-girl @shouldnt-you-be-doing-work

(also if any other mutuals wanna do this please feel free!)

#tumblr vibes #tag games #hobbies #e

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vinitaeggins · 2 years

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My Medium

#medium #blog #links

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sfpsych0 · 2 years

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false prophets

“Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of every move, he's a star And we can't look away Due to the days that he caught our hearts He's falling apart, but we deny it Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take 'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him So he grows out of control Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show Damn, wonder what happened Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas Based off the words they be rappin' But come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets”

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mobgoblin · 5 years

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can’t begin to describe how initially baffled I was to see an email come in from my language professor with the overwhelmingly underwhelming subject line “eggs”

#i was on my computer at the time so the font was big and a lot to take in #on an account that’s usually all formalities #usually she’s more formal too #but i guess once you go eggin’ you dont go back to Hi Hello’s #also the uni museum is interested. hire meeee. gimme that sweet sweet internship baby.#they wanted a writing sample too—so i sent them an essay i wrote on Kusama that got a 98 #hopefully they dig me and havent used up all the spots already #it helped that i got ‘referred’ over #by this photography prof dude #but i really hope they can yay or nay soon #so i can know if i have to scramble still for some other credits #chatter tag

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jarel-dot-thepoet · 2 years

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Rapid fire guesses like my fingers doing double texting next in line I'm next in rhyme line reason for seasoning a sea son for me son we gotta see sum'n like tubthumping wit chumbawumba bubble gum ya chew you up blow a bub pop that suka then spit it out in public get down dirty done wit it run over tire spinnin shit like the swishinin of a toilet or the sizzlin of the boilin egg water you niggas aint nuthin but egg water good for boilin me up hot hard boiled eggin crack shells heads n tails n no more incubatin this my escape em room for changin see me on the camera like a pornhub cable TV what's your category cannot filter me I'm unparallelled I'll go for the longest duration curation Keurig shin put the mug against pour the water in coffee cafe proud like pennay CIEN like Andrade come off of rebound like I'm Rodman new hair 'zolved problem distant (dissolved) memory forget about me? Blemish B. On your faces. See. Son Free Daughters From Slavery.

Black Lives MATTeR just like ALL iNgRedieNTs of a cake batter. Flitter flatter. Ditter datter. Pitter patter. Actress actor. Push a quarterback like a sacker. X Factor Facin Fears like Joe Rogan wit too many beers or too many jeers queers to hear ears niggas appear FUCK FEAR! Adhere to hear a weer peer pear wear where here hear appear apparel is sterile ferrell callin swat cause someone won a tournament duke to win march madness cause I'm not in the Philippines makin things happen. Crappin on the beat like a spinner jack swagger style can't jack my style my style never die multiplies bebe kids cousins n nem friend till the end could be the end but i told you no dating before your married scary to be wary but dreary mcdreary conspiracy for quizzin the mind study in time train behind knows where to sit. Upfront n personal business to take care of you. It ain't easy to write a book n it n'aint easy reedin 1 eitha. Pipes of a believer. Phone gripped, hands of a receiver. The boy Golden. Retriever. Say it again. The Boy Golden. Harry Retriever styles like Jill Scott stoppin by Golden spots. Glamour n Glitz'n. Fishin four houses Dasher, Cupid, Blitzen, Vixen Winter Wonderland Wishin that's 4 x 4 on 4 different house kitchens quick cookies n bullets mathematician jars still far from empty fuck forgive me 2 thousand n 22nd reasons for reparations restorations no hesitation government pay me pay us for savin you from going broke hungry n crazy cannibalism insanely white right not write for left rights scribble scrabble different rights switch tiles like a different right write a wrong like I'm different right? Sharpshooter 2 Chainz tooth'll'ya HitMans Bret Hart Owen swingin from the left heart broke my heart. Different start. Reignition. Back in the kitchen switchin demons like we le monstrate sliced on the plate for an hour or late r gay tour scopin bodies i c u o n my radar Reptar Rugrats runnin round tyrannosaur Rex whats your head good for? Usin it.

Not abusin it. Different view in it. Beef the stew n sip. The broth n coff in. Dead nails droppin on ur coughin cousin covid huggin no taste buddin joe pumpin stomach cause its fun huh'n n yea ima get me a hun in the phili ppines n its gonna be too sweet like smoke n cocoa beans.

My dog n cat. Go thru measures drast ic. Walk around Mr. Fantastic for Owlin wise nudist scowlin foolin around n this wOrDPLAY game of lyricism like I was the one holdin a convention in it. Microsoft Surface sinnin touch me from the beginnin for that the world was spinnin bottle playin n kissin n g at the endin. Cause ima G. No 1NE can Grade me except Him.

The ENd.

WoRdPLAY by Ryan Jarel Harris

#poetrycommunity #rap lyrics #wrestling #aew #human trafficking #black lives matter #freestyle #wordplay #title

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princeanxious · 5 years

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“Egg-celent” TSS- Patceit

Warnings: Aphobia, sympathetic deceit

I was requested to write this prompt with anyship, i gave it a shot xD , all errors are mine, and i hope ya’ll like it bc it’s almost 1 am for me.

Prompt: “You’re famous and I jokingly left a comment on your social media post asking if you’ll go egg my ex-partner’s house with me this weekend, and I never actually expected you to respond, let alone show up Friday night with dark sweatshirts, toilet paper rolls, and three egg cartons tucked under your arm” AU

Prior/extra info: Patceit AU where Patton is Famous(and has a youtube and uses it for good) and just moved into Dimitri’s hometown, and Dimitri is also a youtuber but a much smaller one, known for amazing stage/costume makeup artistry and the peculiar way that one side of his face is covered in freckles and the fact that his eyes have heterochromia. Patton is also really tall(6’4) and Dimitri is really short(5’2).

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‘Hey, /PatPuffballSanders, wanna help me go egg my ex’s house this weekend? I’d bet it’d be sp-egg-tacular.’

-posted at 10:23 pm, by /BoopDiSnek

The short makeup artist hadn’t expected things to escalate this far, and well, in all honesty, he hadn’t expected anything to happen at all. Perhaps it was the fact that Patton Sanders was famous, known well for his pretty voice, sneaky puns, dad humor, and growing popularity as a voice actor.

He was a ray of sunshine, and readily used that talent on every social platform he could to make people smile, but primarily on Youtube. The tall puppy of a man had a pun of the day, animal shelter promo of the week, and a monthly charity stream where he’d invite his friends and other youtubers of all kinds to play games and skits and challenges to raise money for all sorts of causes.

The puffball has a moral streak a mile wide, and has a segment for ‘Dad Chats’ in his videos with his viewers about how they should choose go about certain issues, and how their choices and feelings would affect their decisions, among other topics. He wasn’t good at words, but he tries to be the best influence he can, and that much was evident in any of his videos.

Perhaps it was the fact that Dimitri was still heartbroken, his boyfriend dumping him a week ago for someone else after a year and a half of dating. All because he was a ‘killjoy’ for not feeling sexually attracted to the man. It wasn’t even that Dimitri didn’t want it, he just hadn’t felt any of the sort towards his ex yet and didn’t feel the need to fake an act. It hadn’t sat well with his ex-boyfriends ego, apparently, as was evident in their last fight leading towards their breakup.

The words ‘freak’ and ‘prude’ had indeed stung, but not more than ‘unlovable’ had, the sentence burned into the forefront of his thoughts as his ex exclaimed it.

And maybe Dimitri had been a little out of it, typing the sarcastic message through his angry tears.

Even when pressing the post button had sent a jolt of nervousness through him, having tagged his favorite ball of sunshine, he’d never expected a response. It was evident in the comments his followers added to his post, concerned about his full week of silence, that the question had been silly. Patton? Patton Hart Sanders? The Patton Hart Sanders, egging a house? Sure, Patton had just moved into Dimitri’s hometown, but their hometown was big enough that he’d probably never run into the voice actor anyhow. And Patton just wasn’t that kind of person.

In any case, his phone had been left on the charger as he went to make some tea, and had almost spilled it everywhere when he returned 10 minutes later. A single notification from Patton Sanders himself sat, waiting to be read.

‘Now, I don’t know about eggin’ a house, Kiddo, but you sure have got me on the ‘Egg’ of my seat, ‘fryin’ to know whats eating at you. You feeling okay, Di?’’ It was a private message, sent two minutes ago, and Dimitri was barely breathing.

Okay, so maybe Dimitri was pretty gay for Patton, it was a popular type of crush, nothing very real, and that was all. He looked up to the man, definitely. However, there was no way in heaven that Patton Sanders had privately dm’d him. He could scarcely believe it, even after triple checking that this was an official Patton Sanders account. Perhaps it was unprofessional, but Patton seemed genuinely worried and was trying to reach out, and that made Dimitri feel guilty.

“Hey Pat! Don’t worry about it, I was just joking around.” He squinted at the sentence, scrutinizing it for any particular error before sending it, Patton’s response was almost immediate.

“Something tells me you weren’t, but i’ll let it slide for now, kiddo. The question remains, are you feeling okay?”

“Honestly? No, but i will be. Aphobia sucks, though. Some dude my ex turned out to be.”

It took Patton three extra minutes to respond, a hesitance present in his response. “Oh goodness, that sounds bad.. on second thought, that egging his house idea doesn’t sound so mean after all, Di!” Dimitri snorted, gently waving off the others suggestion through another message.

Back and forth they went for another hour, talking about video ideas and plans and possible collab ideas. Perhaps Dimitri was in over his head, he’d never collabed with anyone before, but he wasn’t going to turn Patton's suggestion for a stage makeup challenge for a charity livestream down.

Eventually they both went to bed, and time moved on.

Dimitri picked himself back up and threw himself back into his videos, breaking the silence with a short explanation video followed by his regularly scheduled videos. By the time Friday rolled around, Dimitri had all but forgotten about his question to Patton. Over the course of the week, both of them had gotten closer, talking about their town and suggestions of places to go, and promises to meet up that hopefully would not become empty.

It was mid-afternoon when Dimitri, who was currently mid-edit thankfully and not mid-makeup mode, got a knock on his door. Confused, he wandered to his front door and opened it, peering through his glasses at the outside world.

Well, attempting to peer, as suddenly Dimitri is met with a blue sweater-clad chest and a happy squeal of excitement coming from the man standing at his door. It takes two seconds for Dimitri to blink upwards at the taller man and recognize him as Patton Sanders, it takes Dimitri two more minutes for his brain to catch up with Patton’s excited rambling.

And to catch up with the fact that Patton is hugging him.

He notices Patton has a few things in one arm, most notably, a couple cartons of eggs. He can’t help but crack a smile, completely flabbergasted that Patton actually thought of going through with this.

Dimitri’s thoughts are going wild, and he’s pretty sure he has a headache coming on, but instead of addressing it, he plays it cool and invites the other in and decides to make tea for the both of them.

When Patton pulls out two black sweaters, one turned inside out,along with a mask and some toilet paper, Dimitri can’t hold back his giggles. He misses the way Patton lights up at the sound, and lets Patton know that they really weren’t going to egg his ex’s house. The relief is evident in Patton’s voice, “Thank goodness! I don’t think we’d fair too well in the dark!”

Dimitri can’t help but agree, adjusting his glasses. No, not even his contacts could save him for the depth perception nightmare that was aiming in the dark, plus, they’d easily get caught. Absently, Dimitri moves to hand the inside out sweater back, flipping it right side out now that the dark interior wasn’t needed, only to pause. His eyes caught on the graphic print on the front of the sweater, adjusting it in his hands so he could see it fully. He paused again, squinting at the familiar design.

It held a cute albino snake curled around a small round ornament, blepping contently with the words ‘It cold’ next to her. Under the graphic, the name of the snake was presented in pretty cursive lettering, ‘Nova.’

“Pat.. is this?? My winter merch??” Dimitri could barely hold back his disbelief, glancing up at a flustered Patton. Patton owned the merch of his pet albino python, Nova, and goodness gracious Dimitri needed to sit down.

“In my defence!! Nova is cute!! And she's even cuter when happily curled around you!” Patton huffed, arms crossed as he blushed, though unashamed at his remark. Dimitri’s mind went a hundred different ways at that, before just putting his face in his hands and sighing.

After calming down a bit, he had an idea, and glanced up at Patton who blinked at him nervously, afraid he’d messed up somehow.

“Wanna hold her?” Patton’s bright grin was worth the brief stuttering of Dimitri’s thoughts.

With permission, a picture was taken of Patton with Nova wrapped around his shoulders, captioned ‘Nova found her #1 fan, it seems!’ and posted on both of their social accounts.

And if the media went a little shipping crazy at the two’s meeting, that was fine by them.

(The End?)

I might draw somethink for this but idk yet.)

#sanders sides #patton sanders #sympathetic deceit #patceit #luka writes #luka’s aus

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vanchlo · 4 years

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MC Profile / Harry / The Assistant

Thanks so much to Court @heart-attack-harry again for tagging me to do this fun little character challenge, and this time for the point of view of my character, Harry, from where I’m currently in my story, The Assistant! This was a lot of fun, I enjoyed picking Harry’s brain hehehe.

Rules: Choose a few favourite photos/aesthetics of your tagged character, answer the questions below from their point of view and tag some characters/authors you would love to see answer next!

1. How do you display affection? What’s your love language? Well, I don’t think ‘m very good at showin’ affection in general or thru words, but ‘m tryna get betta at it. ‘d reckon I show affection by spendin’ time with that person, through touch like hugs, rubbin’ their back, squeezin’ their hand or arm, ticklin’ ‘em, sumtimes gifts, and ‘specially by payin’ all o’ me attention t’ ‘em when we’re talkin.’ I think I like t’ receive love in any o’ these ways, but quality time and touch ‘specially, which may be surprisin’ t’ some people who know me, and othas not so much.

2. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Bloody hell, if I thought ‘bout it long enough, I could come up with a list a mile long. Hmmm, tha thing ‘d like t’ change most ‘bout meself is I wish I wasn’t so scared all tha time, and that ‘d be mo’ willin’ t’ take risks without bein’ afraid o’ it turnin’ out badly. I also wish I was betta at sayin’ what I feel when I feel it.

3. What’s your ideal Saturday morning? My ideal Saturday mornin’ would start with a cup o’ coffee and prolly a doughnut which ‘ve been likin’ recently with me coffee. Then a nice slow start t’ me mornin’, preferably watchin’ a li’l news or a fav’ tv show, and mos’ likely playin’ guitar at tha same time. I prefer t’ sleep in, but afta so many years o’ wakin’ up at tha crack o’ dawn, I can neva get meself t’ sleep in past like nine, ‘s rubbish.

4. What is your drink of choice? Non alcoholic? Alcoholic? My drink o’ choice tends t’ be a coffee, and these days, I drink it black. I used t’ like macchiatos and sumtimes I have one, but they’re too sweet sumtimes. I guess ‘m gettin’ old and borin,’ it even shows in how I take me coffee, and how 'm always drinkin’ water. Othawise, I have a tea e’ry once inn’a while. Then if ‘s past five in tha evenin’, sumtimes ‘ll have a few fingas o’ tequila or whiskey, or a mixed drink with eitha. Sumtimes a Guiness ‘s good, and ‘ll take a beer if that’s all me mate has, or those sissy wine coolers I used t’ get Becks. But I try not t’ go too far, ‘cept tha occasional night out with’a mate. Unsurprisingly, Rory always manages t’ get me drunk, I dunno why I keep goin’ out fer drinks with him knowin’ that’s what’ll happen. I had a bit o’ a problem afta Becks left with drinkin’, but I gott’a handle onnit and don’t drink as much anymo’.

5. How competitive are you? Blimey, ‘m far too competitive fer me own good sumtimes. I guess I found tha perfect profession fer it, bein’ a lawyer. I always wanna win me cases, but ‘s humbled me ova tha years o’ practicin’ that ya can’t win ‘em all. Myles eggin’ me on doesn't help eitha, or bloody Rory. ‘s even worse when we work a case togetha, and then we’re mos’ likely buttin’ heads tha whole time, hence why we rarely work togetha onn’a case.

6. When did you last have sex? Fook, these questions keep gettin’ worse, don’t they? Um, this ‘s gonna take me a while t’ rememba . . . It was prolly a few months befo’ I broke up with Amber. She was always gone towards tha end and we were fightin’, and I jus’ didn’t feel that way ‘bout her anymo’. Fookin’ hell, that’s bleedin’ ova two years ago now, ‘m pathetic.

7. What is your idea of a perfect date? Um, ‘m not very picky when it comes t’ a date, I don’t think. ‘Course I want it t’ be perfect, ‘specially if ‘s early on in tha relationship. I think a nice dinna out would be nice with some good drinks, but ‘d be happy cookin’ fer sumbody and watchin’ a film on tha sofa togetha. I reckon as long yer comfortable with tha otha person and yer havin’ fun, that’s all that really mattas. I admit I do like t’ impress at first tho’, and take ‘em out for a nice meal.

8. What is your most treasured possession? ‘d hafta say me most prized possession may be my leather journal that I write in often, but not much lately, unfortunately. I just kinda write whateva’s on me mind or songs ‘ve written, which also reminds me my Gibson acoustic ranks fairly close t’ bein’ me most prized possession. ‘s been with me through a hell o’ a lot and holds loads o’ memories fer me seein’ me late granddad gave it t’ me as it was once his. Becks even tried t’ play it once and my was that hilarious, and fookin’ cute. ‘d sure like t’ see her try it ‘gain. Lastly, e’ryday I use me li’l pink pig tea infuser Becks got me and I think o’ her e’ry time I see it or use it, no wonder I drink loads o’ tea.

9. Would you ever get a tattoo? Don’t really hafta answer this one, do I? Seein’ as me entire body ‘s almost covered in ‘em. ‘d definitely like t’ get loads mo’ tho’, like tattoo me kids’ names on me one day when I have some, so they’re always with me. I also recently have been wantin’ t’ get anotha flower thanks t’ a certain sumbody ;)

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? Have you experienced it? Eh, I dunno ‘bout love at first sight, but I reckon ya can tell loads ‘bout a person from when ya first meet ‘em, like whether you’ll get on or not. Ya can’t tell if you’ll fall in love with ‘em, coz that takes far mo’ than jus’ seein’ ‘em fer tha first time. I do think meetin’ fer tha first time can be tellin’ tho’, and ya sure as hell can tell if yer attracted t’ ‘em from tha first sight o’ ‘em. I think tha closest thing t’ love at first sight ‘ve had was ratha promisin’, and it happens nearly e’ry time I see her too, God. I jus’ knew when I saw Becks fer tha first time there was sumthin’ different ‘bout her, sumthin ‘d been waitin’ me whole bloomin’ life t’ feel, and two years on ‘m still feelin’ it.

Hmm I just did one of these so I don’t really know who to tag who I haven’t already, but if anybody would like to do it you can go ahead and say I tagged you! :)

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #the assistant harry styles #the assistant hs #pa harry #hecky #harry styles #narrymccartney writes #character survey #tag challenge #the assistant

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atmilliways · 6 years

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Stuck on the Outside Failing to Look In (Just Like in Real Life)

This @mtl-trick-or-treat fic is for @tanyonlee, who asked for either a treat of “Very cute Skwistok!!” or a trick of “Skwisgaar and his gmiltf girlfriend XDDD.”

It was while writing this bit that I realized, hey, I’m writing this for a Halloween event, maybe it should have some actual Halloween in it. Thank you to @little-murmaider for the costume suggestion. All the other suggestions were close seconds, you are all superstars. 🎃

Here’s part three! (1562 words)

(part 1) (part 2)

Halloween day dawned cold and crisp over Mordhaus — but the five members of Dethklok all slept through that part. It wasn’t until a much more reasonable eleven am that three hunched figures sat around the sawblade kitchen table, piled high with breakfast pastries, clutching steaming cups of black, black coffee in their hands.

“Fuck, okay,” Nathan rumbled after a few mouthfuls of blessed caffeine. “I call this what-the-fuck-do-we-do-about-our-guitarists meeting to order.”

“Uh, exchusche me, I’m a guitarischt?”

Pickles rolled his eyes. “Yeah, bass guitarist. That’s barely an instrument.”

Murderface glared at the drummer, but chose not to dignify it with a response. Not an audible response, anyway — he may or may not have mumbled something containing the word Thunderbottom into his coffee.

“Stop bitching and pay attention,” snapped Nathan, who was absolutely not a morning person. “Look. Toki keeps going off and costing us money in damages and lawsuits, and Skwisgaar’s being even more of a moody asshole than usual. We’ve gotta do something about it.”

There was a drowsy silence while the three men tried to think while still in the process of waking up.

“Does anyone else get the feelin’ that they’re, like... eggin’ each other on or someshit?” Pickles asked finally.

“Let’sch juscht put ‘em in a room together and lock the door,” Murderface grumbled, still smarting from the jab at his instrument.

“That’s...” Nathan paused, mulling the suggestion over for a minute. “... Not the shittiest idea I’ve ever heard. Good job, Murderface.”

The bassist replied by flipping him off with his still-bandaged band, his other busy grabbing for a powdered donut.

“What if they kill each other?” Pickles asked.

“We’ll stay nearby,” Nathan said firmly. “I’m pretty sure if any of us get seriously hurt, that... thing would happen again.”

They all shifted a little uncertainty at that — except for Murderface, who inhaled at the wrong moment and started coughing and hacking on powdered sugar, which diffused the feeling somewhat. Because sure, That Thing had been brutal and badass and a rush, but the idea of it was still unsettling. It was the kind of experience that you half hoped, half worried would happen again someday.

Nathan reached over and gave Murderface a helpful couple of thumps on the back, which helpfully knocked over his coffee into the bassist’s crotch.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER.

A klokateer had just finished bringing three fresh drinks to the hot tub when Pickles suddenly sat up from his relaxed slouch and asked, “Wait, don’t we gotta figure out how to get both’a them in the same room in the first place?”

“Uh.” Nathan’s brow furrowed. “Yeah... I guess we do.” He took a long pull from his beer. “So, uh... if anyone has any ideas, that’d be great.”

“Schuper leaderschip right there,” Murderface deadpanned.

“Shut up! I had the idea to come up with an idea, I’m fucking worn out.”

“It is Halloween,” Pickles said slowly, ignoring the bickering with the ease many years’ practice and more substances than just alcohol in his system. “Meybe we could tell Toki some story about trick or treatin’?”

“But what about Schkwischgaar? He doeschn’t even want to go out for schweet poontang anymore now that he’sch deschided to schack up with that fat grandma.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Nathan grunted. “Skwisgaar doesn’t even know the word monog... mogon... m... hrnnnnn... He doesn’t know what settling down even means.”

Pickles shrugged. “Feck If I know. Meybe we can grab ‘em while he’s still sleepin’, throw him in wherever, boom, lock the door, done.”

“But that only worksch if he’sch aschleep... What if we juscht tell him the fat grandma isch waiting for him schomewhere, and when he goesch in that’sch when we lock the door.” Murderface sipped thoughtfully on his Bloody Mary, then made a face. “Ugh, thisch thing isch dischguschting!”

“Dood, then why’d you ask for one? Give it here, I’ll drink it.”

“No, it’sch mine,” Murderface whined, holding the glass as far away from Pickles as he could and thus giving Nathan a good look at the cocktail onions decorated to look like eyeballs and a set of plastic vampire fangs floating in the thick cocktail. “It’sch feschtive!”

“What’s you guys all doin’s up so earlies? Trick or treats hasn’t even starts yet!”

The three men in the hot tub turned in unison to look at Toki. Somehow he’d managed to sneak up on them despite his costume, which requires a moment of blank staring to fully take in — from the ridiculous umbrella hat on his head to the ludicrous arrangement of base drum, cymbals, and various horns slung on his back like a backpack, completed by an array of mouthpieces clustered around his face like an addition to his already weird facial hair and his Flying V strapped to his front.

Plus, there were coins dangling from the umbrella, clinking against each other every time he moved. Nathan and Pickles exchanged one of those what just happened here and could it have anything to do with…? looks, because he shouldn’t have been able to sneak up on them with all those noisemakers on. They weren’t that drunk yet.

“What the fuck?” Nathan asked finally, speaking for everyone as per his job description.

Toki grinned proudly. “I ams a one man band!” He punctuated the statement with a cymbal crash, operated by some sort of hand lever. “Where’s Skwisgaar? I bets he ams too lazies to even does a costumes...”

“He’s prahbly still sleepin or something. What’s... with all the coins, dood?” Pickles asked.

The flicker of disappointment in Toki’s eyes was so brief that his band mates didn’t even notice, quickly replaced by exaggerated childlike glee. “They ams my tips what’s I get for playing goods!”

“That’s, uh...” Nathan glanced around, searching his brain or possibly the room for something to say that wasn’t too jackassy but not an outright lie either. It was hard to tell sometimes what might set off one of the rhythm guitarist’s violent tantrums, and Toki’s bubbly mood could just be the manic before the storm. “...Uh... sugar-free?”

Murderface, still staring, spoke up in lukewarm agreement. “Healthier than playing for candy, that’sch for schure.”

“You got your insulin, right?” Pickles asked reflexively.

Toki nodded and beamed and played a riff on his guitar, accompanying it with various clashes, bashes, and honks.

In the midst of the cacophony, Pickles turned to the other two and said in a low voice, “This is a tickin’ time bomb. You guys wanna get this over with now?”

“...Yeah.”

“Schoundsch good. I’ve got my tascher in with my clothesch over there.”

“Okey.” Pickles leaned back and raised his voice again. “Hey, that’s real good, Toki! You wanna start trick or treatin’ early this year?”

Toki stopped the assault on their ears and clapped his hands together in excitement. “Oh boys, does I!” He paused. “But… it doesn’ts starts until suns-set, I thoughts?”

Murderface, ever a champion of messing with people, literally leapt up in his eagerness to cover this plot hole in their story. “Nope! I know a neighborhood that schtartsch early, scho letsch get thisch schow on the road!”

As one, everyone in the room groaned and shielded his eyes in dismay.

“Goddammit Murderface,” Nathan bellowed, “stop freeballing in the hot tub!”

ABOUT HALF AN HOUR LATER.

Nathan pulled his dethphone out of his back pocket. “Okay, I’m going to text Skwisgaar now. Everybody ready?”

Pickles nudged at Toki with a sneakered foot to make sure he was still down for the count, getting the hoped-for lack of response. He nodded and flashed a double thumbs up.

From his position by the door, Murderface held up his taser in wordless salute.

They’d decided that the one man band getup presented too many improvised weapon possibilities, so they’d tasered him into unconsciousness, removed everything but his clothes, and made a couple klokateers carry him down to the studio. To make the whole thing more fair, they’d also decided to do more or less the same to Skwisgaar as soon as he stormed in.

“... Wait, how come I gotta do all the taschering? My hand schtill hurtsch, schomeone elsche do it thisch time.”

“This isn’t the time for whining, Murderface,” Nathan called as he and Pickles hid behind the couch, just in case. “This is your time to shine!”

Text log between Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Nathan Explosion:

NE (5:29:27pm) — Hey, come to the studio.

NE (5:41:02pm) — GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE STUDIO RIGHT NOW.

NE (5:43:26pm) — Some of your pickups in the new track need some work.

SS (5:43:56pm) — WHAT

SS (5:43:57pm) — BOLLSHIT

SS (5:43:59pm) — THEMS WAS PERFECTION

NE (5:45:37pm) — Prove it. Just get in here.

SS (5:45:44pm) — THIS AMS SLANDER ON MY NAMES I WILLS PROVE IT ALL OVER YOURS DUM BITCHTITS

ONE AMBUSH LATER.

Pickles was helping Nathan drag an unconscious Skwisgaar into the booth with the equally unconscious Toki, when the drummer suddenly dropped the pair of booted ankles he’d been lugging and asked, “Wait, don’t I have some sorta dentist appointment to go to later today?”

He glared at his band mates.

“How come neither’a you dooshbeags reminded me? Now I don’t got time to pour bleach on my teeth first!”

#my fanfic #my fanfiction #mtl fic #mtl trick or treat #skwistok

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egginfroggin · 29 days

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Imagine...

Emmet is transported to Hisui.

He became five or six years old.

When he comes back, Ingo learns that he will now become a father.

Extremely late answer, sorry, Anon.

I feel that Arceus would get punched by a very irate Subway Boss in that scenario, I love it.

This has spawned many words in the master document, as my brain has decided to positively gnaw on this idea, and alas, nothing is finished yet, so have a bit of worldbuilding and some drawings in the meantime.

Worldbuilding and close-ups under the cut, and please click on the images for better quality.

And again, thank you so much for the ask, Anon, this was really fun! ^^

Pencil sketches:

first doodle of the Little Guy

height comparisons to further emphasize the "Little" part of the Little Guy

a) Akari and Rei making the mistake of turning their backs on Emmet for 0.5 seconds as he notices something off-camera b) the twins continuing to talk, oblivious to Emmet's act of absconding c) the twins turning around to talk to their teeny charge d) swift baseball bat of Realization at the Emmet-shaped absence in their immediate vicinity

Pen sketches (part of a page of sketches that were otherwise unrelated, hence the numbering):

3. a very happy lil man, despite the oversized hat 4. he skrungle scribble 5. who's he looking at? who knows

Digital art:

Emmet craves violence. Akari and Rei are used to this (featuring: probably the best expressions I've ever drawn)

he's a bit older now, but still smaller than his evolved starter; Typhlosion can tell his soul is older, but he is physically small, so she abuses his lack of height to shower him in affection

an internal mess of conflicting instincts, thoughts, and emotional maturity, but Arceus's plan is set in motion, and there's nothing Emmet can do about it

Worldbuilding:

Emmet got shrunk on his way to Hisui, due to the Rift's distorted power affecting him on the way out; he lands on Prelude Beach, drowning in his Depot Agent uniform now that he is teeny tiny

Arceus, panicking a little bit, communicates more directly with Emmet, urging him along on his mission

Emmet's memories are messed up, and his conduct is an odd combination of a child and an adult. By which I mean he can be disconcertingly clever and mature, but also the poutiest little guy with a habit of crying

Young age plus being overwhelmed plus stress equals one mute boi; this does not change his penchant for causing Problems

Jubilife is a lot more lenient with him because of how young he is, but Laventon, Cyllene, and Kamado suspect that he isn't supposed to be like this due to how he was found

Emmet is in an awkward position as far as finding living conditions go, being too odd for most parents to want to take in but also much too young to live on his own

Akari and Rei are assigned babysitters. Let the stressing and development of gray hairs commence

Emmet is Perfectly Behaved and causes no Problems at all, of course, why would he? Why would he?

(He bolts for the gates the moment Akari opens the door in the morning) (Ress caught him)

After sending Emmet home, Arceus shortly feels a distinct feeling of being in danger

After finding out that his brother has been shrunk and not fixed, Ingo fixes metaphorical (and perhaps literal) crosshairs on the back of Arceus's head

Arceus may be in danger

Close-ups of the digital art:

(Program used for the digital sketches: Krita; time taken: about 90 minutes)

Thank you for reading all of this! I hope you have a wonderful, blessed day. :>

#asks #anon asks #eggin's writings #eggin creatin'#submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #trainer rei #pla akari #wtst #best of intentions au #yeah that's right I'm giving it a tag #just so I can keep all the miscellaneous stuff together though #someone help these teenagers #and emmet for that matter #thank you again anon!#sorry this took so long to respond to

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egginround · 5 months

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Enver Gortash x Dark Urge (GN!Reader) - Gortash and Durge spend a night together, looking for answers they cannot bring themselves to say - CW: Mature (not explicit), Mention of blood. - MDNI

It's a vicious thing.

The sharp tips of his gauntlet pierce into your back in his frenzy to touch you. Tiny drops of blood wind round his fingers, adorning his gilded fist in a way no ruby could ever compare. The thought of your blood decorating him nearly causes you to falter, your head to spin. With the way his hands scramble to touch every inch of you, you know he thinks the exact same thing.

Your skin trembles under his touch. The haze you feel, the pure sick desire twisting itself through your throat, makes your head feel light. Parting for a moment, you're desperate to see if he feels an inch of the torment you savour - but he immediately buries his head into the crook of your neck. Dry lips and stubble scratch your skin as he finds purchase on your pulse. The momentary discomfort makes you feel alive. His arms wrap around you. Everything he cannot say, you feel it in the grip he claws into your back.

You delight in pushing that heavy coat from his shoulders. Nails scrape his waist. Legs draw him impossibly close. The two of you tumble further into the bed as he settles his weight over you. His hips press into yours and the heat radiating from your core borders on infernal. You whimper as his teeth nip at your neck. Heated breaths wash over you and goosebumps ripple over your skin to match. You peek to search his face. No fire in all the 9 hells could compare to the blaze you find in his gaze. It's as if he means to burn you from the inside out, to watch you combust - reduced to ashes at his slightest touch. He gasps for breath, but his chest still sticks to yours, as if your heart pumps the blood through his veins. He's all you could ever hope to see, to touch, to taste.

"Gortash, I," you huff out. "I-"

"Enver."

A wave of desire surges through you at the hoarse rasp of his voice, stealing your breath as your back keens at his words. Satisfied, he wastes no time searing his name into your skin. He bites it into your tongue, claws it down your side, tangles it in your hair. Delirious, you think you could scarcely remember your own. The two of you share the same breath as he traces the edges of your teeth with his tongue.

He rocks back onto his knees, chin to the ceiling as his chest heaves, dark hair sticking to his skin. You have a split second to admire the view before he whips his gaze to you. The gauntlet clinks as he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking you up to him and keeping your face pressed underneath his as he forces you to look up to him.

You don't know what he searches for in you. Those dark eyes, those tired eyes, dart across your face as the gauntlet's sharp tips scratch your scalp. You wet your lips, ready to offer even a little reassurance - how you long to remember, ache to be the person he loved again - but he steals the words from your lips in a kiss. The grip in your hair doesn't relent. His other hand presses into your lower back, pushing your hips further into him. You grasp at his back in retaliation and, you swear, the deep groan he pours into your mouth could sustain you for the rest of your days. Your teeth ache to sink into the plush flesh of his chest, his stomach, his arms.

Your blunt nails press a hard path from his back, down his sides, and to the coarse hair trailing down from his stomach. The wicked smile you flash at him falters when you see the look in his eye. A broken mix of heartache, defiance and lust renders you speechless. A shiver wracks his body as you tease the top of his waistband, and now he is helpless as you slip the clothing off his person.

You don't know what to say. It seems he doesn't know what he wants to hear. There's a beat of tense silence in the moment that hangs between you, a pause.

You bring your hand to his cheek as he sits stock-still, not daring to breathe, and pull his face softly towards yours. His silence is strained as he hangs onto your every movement - a cornered animal in his own home.

A chaste kiss.

You leave a chaste kiss on his forehead, lingering slightly longer than you know you should have, and strangely, another shiver ripples through his body. A dark look warns you not to play games, to toy with damaged goods, but you curl your palm around his cheek all the same. A tempest swirls in him, stormy feelings brewing in his eyes. A break in the clouds that pass over his mind, you touch your forehead to his. You don't know the answers, he knows this too. He is so tired. His fingers twich at his side, a strange wobble to his breathing as he struggles to regain the control he craves over you. But then your lips part, and he finds himself hanging onto your whispered word.

"Gortash." His heart lurches.

"Enver." - and it beats again.

Author Notes: lmk if u want a pt.2 where they actually hv sex lol

#gortash #bg3 #enver gortash #durgetash #gortash x reader #didnt expect this to get emotional at the end!#mb kekekekeke #angst #sorta?#hmm #maybe ill edit in the morning lol #ending feels a bit cheesy imo hmmmm #eggin writes

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lightninginhersoul · 2 years

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can you do the favorite character asks for descensus pretty please 💕

(and if you can’t find a character for each category, that’s okay 😌)

DESCENSUS YES LET'S GO

blorbo: see, you'd think it would be Lumen, right, given that the text explicitly focuses on her most of the time and also i think she's great and my character loves her? but NOPE Eneri my beloved is The Blorbo Of Choice. She deserves so much better but alas there isn't always a good choice here.

OH and of course LANAYNE the QUEEN. Listen, sometimes the diversity win is that the necromancer that's totally gonna beat you up without even using magic is a lesbian, and you know??? we deserve it. Lanayne can't show up for two seconds with another woman before everyone is like....is she?????

Scrunkly: hmmm I'm gonna put Lumen here but in a more sad and twisted way tbh. She's just so...naive and is totally gonna get broken and i see it coming and it hurts but also i'm like weirdly into it, so right now she's scrunkly but check in on that in like part 2 or whenever

Scrimblo bimblo: I'm gonna say that queen Senva is underrated, okay? i think she's so cool and I would write her in all sorts of situations (and i mean...eyes my holiday prompts...) Genuinely would wanna interact with her just for the sheer delightful nonsense, as long as I could walk away lmao.

glup shitto: XOLL. I've invented a whole backstory for this man without prompting because I refuse to believe that he's that boring and that his little brother got all of the personality. No. Nope. Illegal. I'm obsessed with him.

poor little meow meow: ughhhh i feel like the text DEMANDS that I say adran, even if i wanna be difficult and choose someone else. it really says something that this man sucks so badly that the only way I feel any sympathy towards him is that other people care about him so much, but regardless, this man Defines the poor little meow meow trope. If it wasn't for his casual halfling racism, his constant betrayal, and the fact that he's just an absolute dick I would maybe consider liking him. But in the context of descensus where we don't see that, everyone would totally pick him, if i'm honest, and if i didn't know him better, i would too

i would love to say marion but we haven't seen him yet :( let me have my slutty hot drow noble please

horse plinko: ...can i PLEASE plinko adran????

It would be super funny tho to plinko Eldon who's just trying to make cheese with his wife and his cheese children, and i think it would be hilarious to plinko Lanayne in the name of science. Let me see what happens This Time *hits button yet again*

eeby deeby: lolth goes to superhell. not even a question here, slavery isn't cool and she's kinda a bitch about it and she needs to COOL DOWN, so superhell seems like a good place for a ~timeout~

#ask game #karsia #descensus #this is so fun #also for context descensus is the full length AU novel that the-egginator is writing about the six year d&d game we're in #we each have fate options that decide if we stay with the party or not #descensus is the world where our druid choses to join her family and ends up as a lich queen of the underdark #whoops

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shallahraekwon062488 · 7 years

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My thoughts translated by Jermaine Cole on the final of Bleach, the overall series and Tite Kubo.

False Prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this

Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin’ Ego in charge of every move, he’s a star And we can’t look away Due to the days that he caught our hearts He’s fallin’ apart, but we deny it Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it When he tell us he a genius but it’s clearer lately It’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe That’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take ‘Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he The type of nigga swear he real but all around him’s fake The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men Nobody with the balls to say somethin’ to contest him So he grows out of control Into the person that he truly was all along, it’s startin’ to show Damn, wonder what happened Maybe it’s my fault for idolizing niggas Based off the words they be rappin’ But come to find out, these niggas don’t even write they shit Hear some new style bubblin’ up, then they bite the shit Damn, that’s what I get for lyin’ to myself Well, fuck it, what’s more important is he’s cryin’ out for help While the world’s eggin’ him on, I’m beggin’ him to stop And playin’ his old shit, knowin’ he won’t top it, false prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this False prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets

I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that’s been had By all the legends, so every time I see him, he stressin’ Talkin’ ‘bout, niggas don’t fuck with him, the shit is depressin’ And I know he so bitter he can’t see his own blessings Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, nigga And a platform to make a classic rap song To change a nigga life, but you too anxious livin’ life Always worried ‘bout the critics who ain’t ever fuckin’ did it I write what’s in my heart, don’t give a fuck who fuckin’ with it But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up late Writin’ words, hopin’ people observe the dedication That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred Do I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me? Do I want these niggas to worship me? False prophets

These rappers insecure They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain’t even sure 'Bout who they are and why they do this Guess I’m included in that category As a nigga who done had the glory My highest moments come from tellin’ all the saddest stories I’ve seen in my life, I be fiendin’ to write Songs that raise the hair on my arms My lowest moments came from tryin’ too hard To impress some niggas that couldn’t care for more Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out I care nothin’ bout opinions I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish This is dedicated to the ones who listen to me on some faithful shit I’m on some thankful shit But the real god is in you, not the music you coppin’ I hear my old shit and I know I can top it, false prophets

Lyrics By J.Cole

#ichiruki #pro ichiruki #anti ichihime #anti renruki #anti tite kubo #toshiro hitsugaya #hitsumatsu #hitsuran #anti bleach ending

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dreamsaretangiblegoals · 5 years

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New Music from J Cole "Middle Child" #Dreamville @JColeNC @Dreamville

New music from one of my favorite artists in this era J Cole “Middle Child” was released Wed night. I am entertained by the Forest Hill Drive creator’s outspokenness, especially when it came to the song “False Prophet which was been on repeat since it was released. The first verse in the song False Prophet had many questioning and wondering was he referencing Kanye West.

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this

Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of every move, he's a star And we can't look away Due to the days that he caught our hearts He's fallin' apart, but we deny it Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take 'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him So he grows out of control Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show Damn, wonder what happened Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas Based off the words that he rappin' When come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this (False prophets) Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets

Well apparently and accordingly the internet is saying that this is a dis to “Kanye”, we shall see how this pans out. In the meanwhile let me know your thoughts below are the Lyrics to the song courtesy of XXL.

J. Cole's "Middle Child" Lyrics

Intro

"You good, T-Minus?"

Refrain

"Niggas been countin' me out I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dick"

Verse One

"I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get I do not snort powder, I might take a sip I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death I got a few mil;' but not all of them rich What good is the bread if my niggas is broke? What good is first class if my niggas can't sit? That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss They act like two legends cannot coexist But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin' If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane Everything grows, it's destined to change I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came I hope that you scrape every dollar you can I hope you know money won't erase the pain To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise This shit gon' be different, I set my intentions I promise to slap all that hate out your voice"

[Refrain]

"Niggas been countin' me out I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dick"

Hook

"I just poured somethin' in my cup I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel Promise I am never lettin' up Money in your palm don't make you real Foot is on their neck, I got 'em stuck I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck Pistol in your hand don't make you real"

Verse Two

"I'm dead in the middle of two generations I'm little bro and big bro all at once Just left the lab with young 21 Savage I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest I wish that he had more guidance, for real Too many niggas in cycle of jail Spending they birthdays inside of a cell We coming from a long bloodline of trauma We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal We hurting our sisters, the babies as well We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well Distorted self image, we set up to fail I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga"

Hook

Outro

"Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Money in your palm don't make you real"

#J Cole #Middle Child #Dreamville

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