#its lore droppin time !!!!!!

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angel/demon dichotomy

[celestialmancer]

...Highkey was not. Expecting this one ramble I wrote of Ishtar to end up digging into some really personal vulnerabilities around my own.

...But. After several months of wanting to start opening the doors to rambling on these things (& chickening out) I finally. Got things down.

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Down by the River

[Astarion x Named Tav]

“Oh darling, you already ruined your hair.”

Phayelynn nearly jumped out of her skin and the river at the sight of Astarion standing suddenly by the riverbed. She looked over Astaroin, cheeks heating up against the cool waters.

He was shirtless, and his shoes were discarded. There was a jolt of excitement and a tinge of mortification coursing through her all at once.

“What the hells are you doing?” Phayelynn hissed, trying to keep her voice down so she wouldn’t stir the others.

“I was looking to join you,” he said unperturbed, as if the reasoning for his being there was obvious. “Bathing under the stars and moonlight? Away from the others, I think you had the right idea.”

His words rolled off his tongue like a spell sent to lure Phayelynn’s gaze to watch as he trailed smooth hands down his stomach, resting at the waistband of his trousers, slender fingers starting to tug at its ties.

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or....

I attempt to start writing some spicer scenes, and they aren't half-bad 👀👀👀

Also, we get more of Phay's lore and Astarion being....well Astarion.

(word count: 4,600 )

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Down by the River

As the night descended, Phayelynn remained immersed in the river, letting herself soak until goose pimples scattered up and down her arms. She couldn’t face the others- not yet. 

So she stood quiet, listening from afar as they settled down for the night, waiting for when it would be safe to come out. 

She closed her eyes. It’d been a few minutes since she heard Lae’zel finally stop sharpening her sword. It’d been even longer since Gale finished cleaning after dinner, and the Blade set up his tent. 

But she didn’t trust it. 

The only sounds she could hear now were the soft gurgling of the river and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. She should get out of the water before she permanenty became a prum. Instead, she submerged herself under the water, digging her feet into the pebbles and stones on the riverbed. 

When she resurfaced, she brushed her hair out of her face, letting it cascade down her shoulders. She had spoiled Alfira’s work in frustration, having taken the braids out. Droplets of water glistened on her skin in the moonlight as she pouted. 

“Oh darling, you already ruined your hair.” 

Phayelynn nearly jumped out of her skin and the river at the sight of Astarion standing suddenly by the riverbed. 

She quickly wrapped her arms over her chest, ducking herself further into the water to conceal herself. She looked over Astaroin, cheeks heating up against the cool waters. 

He was shirtless, and his shoes were discarded.

There was a jolt of excitement and a tinge of mortification coursing through her all at once. 

“What the hells are you doing?” Phayelynn hissed, trying to keep her voice down so she wouldn’t stir the others. 

“I was looking to join you,” he said unperturbed, as if the reasoning for his being there was obvious. “Bathing under the stars and moonlight? Away from the others, I think you had the right idea.” 

His words rolled off his tongue like a spell sent to lure Phayelynn’s gaze to watch as he trailed smooth hands down his stomach, resting at the waistband of his trousers, slender fingers starting to tug at its ties. 

Phayelynn blinked a few times as if what she saw wasn’t real. To fight the urge to let him finish unlacing-

She shook her head firmly. 

“I wanted to be alone, Astarion.” She warned, but her eyes betrayed her as they ran over the faint outline of his chest. 

He removed his hands from his waistband instantly, letting one rest loosely on his hip while the other rested over his heart. “Darling, I’m hurt.” 

“I’m not in the mood for company.” she released a deep, frustrated sigh as she wadded in the water. 

Astarion wasn’t one to give up so easily. 

“Too frazzled from seeing an old lover?” he raised an eyebrow. “Or are you more heartbroken that he didn’t remember you?” 

Phayelynn uncrossed her arms, her mouth dropping open. 

“I’m sorry, what?” she sounded baffled. 

“The Blade,” Astarion rolled his eyes. “You two clearly had some sort of history with how you looked at him.” 

“Not like that!” she gaped, her eyes going wide. She ran a hand through her hair. “Seriously? Wyll is not some ex-lover,” she glared at the vampire for even hinting at that. It wasn’t the Wyll hadn’t grown to be attractive, but- no, just no. She shook her head. “Is that what everyone thought?” 

“Hmph,” Astarion made a sound of acknowledgment. He noted the use of the Blade’s real name and not his cockamamie moniker. She did know him. “So if he’s not a former lover, then what?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I just want to take my swim and be left alone, so if you please-” she refused to look him in the eye. She jerked her head back towards camp. “just shoo.” 

“Come now, don’t be childish.” He scoffed at her. He let out an exasperated huff. “Darling, remind me, wasn’t it you who said to watch each other’s backs?” he asked, waiting for her to look at him again. 

Phayelynn only rolled her eyes, turning slightly away from him. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils out of frustration- to keep him seeing the bigger picture. Protection. This witless and stubborn girl will give you blind protection. 

He put on his best, understanding, and kind smile. 

“How am I supposed to keep my end of the bargain when you don’t tell me what’s gotten your pretty little head in a frenzy? You acted like a milkmaid with her first passing fancy.” 

“I did not act like that!” Phayelynn protested, looking back at him just as he moved his hand back down to his waistband. She rushed out, “What are you doing?” 

“I will not have this conversation back and forth with you on the riverbank. So either look or don’t, but I shall be joining you.” Astarion said, reaching for the laces of his trousers once more, his eyes sparkling impishly. 

“You’re impossible,” Phayelynn muttered under her breath, quickly turning away. 

With her back facing him, she tried to steady her rapidly beating heart. She knew he could hear it- not only did being an elf give him better hearing, but he was a bloody vampire on top of it. 

She could hear the gentle waves Astarion made as he entered the water- his body soon slicing through the surface with ease as he swam towards her. It didn’t take long for him to reach her, stopping only a few inches behind her. Phayelynn could feel him hovering, his breath tickling the nape of her neck. 

Damned bastard. 

He didn’t need to breathe- he was doing it on purpose. 

Phayelynn could feel him leaning his face closer, and she instinctively looked. Her own breath hitches in her throat. She hadn’t gotten this good of a look of his dark, ruby eyes before, intense as they looked straight into hers. 

A shiver ran down her spine. 

He’s close enough for her to reach out and touch him. His hands linger close to her waist under the water as if either waiting for her to make the first move or for her to give her consent. For a few moments, they only float there, suspended in time, her hot breath mingling with his own forced breathing. 

There’s a strange tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, and she wonders if he felt it, too. 

The water ripples around them, and she watches as his eyes move over her face, searching for a sign that she doesn’t want this. 

“Astarion,” she finds herself uttering his name, her body slightly drifting closer to him and not because of the way of the current. She felt a yearning to feel his hands on her bare skin, remembering how good it felt to have them on her back when he had fed on her. 

Astarion doesn’t give her a second to slip away. 

He reaches out a hand from the water and tenderly grasps her chin, coaxing her to keep her stare on him with a gentle touch. With his other hand, he pushes himself as close as possible, closing the inches between them. His chest pressed up against her back, unable to hide the genuine comfort her warm skin gave him up against his own cold body. 

Phayelynn blinked and gasped when she felt him brush up against her. 

Astarion only smirked. 

“Oh, don’t be so shy with me, love,” he whispered softly, his lips touching the sensitive tip of her ear. “I know you enjoy being alone with me. It’s in the way you breathe a little deeper, faster, when I’m this close to you,” he said as he slightly ground his hips against her, earning a soft moan from the girl in his arms. “And the way your body relaxes into mine.” 

His fingers delicately caressed her cheek as he spoke, keeping their eyes locked until he lowered his lips to her earlobe, giving it a soft nibble. Then, there was another pliant moan and shiver from her. 

“Your body gives you away to me. I can feel it in your little shakes of excitement- every time I’m close.” He moves to glide his lips down to her pulse point, hearing her heart quicken even more somehow. A sly smirk spreads across his face as she leans further into him. “Your heart is just begging for me to get lost in your neck.” 

“Astarion.” She couldn’t stop the moan from leaving her as he spoke. 

 Phayelynn didn’t know what was getting into her. She’d never let a man or woman get her this worked up before- she was always the one pushing them away, not falling for cheap flirting. But this…this felt different. 

“I do love how you say my name,” He hums and closes his eyes, his jaw tensing for a moment before giving her what she wanted most- he kissed her neck once and then again before trailing his way down her neck until spreading them across her shoulder. 

Phayelynn let herself ease into him, her mind clearing of anything other than the feel of his lips against her skin. She rested her head back to rest against him, giving him better access. She thankfully still had half a mind not to start begging for him to dig his fangs into her, even though she wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t craving the rush she felt as her blood coursed from her veins onto his tongue. 

He started the path back up her neck, going to her cheek, using the hand that still caressed her there to tilt her head back so he could loom his lips over her own. 

As he leaned in to kiss her, he paused momentarily, eliciting a disappointed whine from her. He opened his eyes, meeting her blue orbs. 

“Now tell me,” He parted his lips, bringing them to her cheek. “Why aren’t you,” he watched her close her eyes again as he went back to peppering her with kisses, getting in words when he could, “keen…on the…the Blade of Frontiers…. joining our…. little merry band?” 

It took Phayelynn a few minutes to realize what he had just asked, but when she had, she tore herself from his grasp in a fury. She turned, pushing her hands against his chest to get distance from him. Water sloshed around them. 

“You’re an arsehole!” She pointed a finger at him, her face now hot with something other than lust. 

“Darling-” 

He tried not to panic-normally, this sort of thing worked. He would work their bodies, dull their senses with his own and the same script of words, and they’d fall down to their knees for him. 

He should’ve known Phayelynn would’ve been more difficult to seduce into compliance. 

He reached to grab her, his touch firm yet soft as his fingers latched around her upper arm. She tried to wiggle free, but he refused to let go out of instinct. He wrapped his other arm around her waist to pull her back flush against him. 

He was making it worse- this wasn’t just some other mark on a regular night in Baldur’s Gate, searching for Cazador’s next meal. 

Shit, he cursed to himself when he saw the fright flash in Phayelynn’s eyes. He let go of her immediately. 

“I-I-I’m sorry.” He grimaced as he stammered, his charm lost. It was like the other night when she had caught him trying to feed on her in her sleep- he didn’t know if he could talk his way out of that a second time. 

“No!” she exclaimed, her voice slightly trembling, “That wasn’t okay- none of what just happened was okay.” she was gracious enough to lower her voice, not yet wanting to alert the others. “You can’t just manipulate someone’s feelings like that to get what you want. I told you I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Astarion tried to win back the conversation, forcing a toothy grin, “So, you do have feelings for me,” his voice dripped with insinuation. 

Phayelynn was taken aback by his comment as her anger grew stronger. Not only was he a jerk, he was an idiot. She contemplated kneeing him down below but decided to wait a little longer to resort to that. She splashed him instead. 

“Well, I’m contemplating how I see you now.” she hissed. 

He let out a whine, complaining that his hair was now wet. She felt a strike of satisfaction. 

“I wasn’t trying to manipulate you,” he started, reaching out to her once more, but this time, holding out his hand for her to take. Phayelynn hesitated, so his filled his face with sincerity, “Okay, okay, maybe just a little, but it was for a good reason! I-I’m just concerned about earlier.” he chose his words carefully, “I want to be able to protect you as you did me.” 

Phayelynn was hesitant to trust Astarion. She’d never been seduced… for information like that before. It made her skin crawl. 

She looked over his features. His words seemed to have been in earnest. And why would he have admitted to trying to manipulate her if they hadn’t? 

Astarion’s eyes were warm as he lowered his hand into the water. 

“Okay.” She settled on. Her face twisted into a scowl, “You just really need to work on how you go about showing people you care, you know?”

She floated back over to him, her feet padding along the rocks. She missed his closeness. There was a fleeting moment of discomfort over his features, and she stopped herself. The look was quickly replaced as if he had just snapped back into the moment with her. 

He reached for her and pulled her back up against him. Their chests pressed together, and he gave her a devilish, toothy grin that made her heart race again. His hands slide down to rest on her hips. 

Despite the rush of eagerness and titillation, she worked to keep those thoughts at bay for now. She would stay cautious. Interested, still-but cautious. 

Looking up at him, she couldn’t help but start to throw her caution to the wind almost immediately. Though his way of showing it wasn’t ideal, the gesture was kind of sweet. He only wanted to protect her, just as she had protected him. 

She grunted, her head falling back with a heavy sigh. She picked her head up, seeing him curiously eyeing her. 

“I’ll tell you,” she jabbed a finger into his chest, “But you have to promise not to tell anyone else! Especially Shadowheart, the whole camp and grove will know by morning if you do.” 

Astarion winced at the force of her finger, moving to clasp her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. Bringing her hand up to his lips, he gave the back of it a silky, delicate kiss. He pulled away with a grin, “Cross my un-beating heart. I won’t tell a soul.” 

Phayelynn’s brow creased with worry as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip. This was just another thing her uncle would surely kill her for once she returned to him. 

She tried not to think of him. 

“I knew him when we were kids,” she admitted heedfully, her voice barely above a whisper. “I— he probably doesn’t know it’s me. I look so different now, and it’s been over a decade since I last saw him. I just panicked. You saw my dream with the Fists. I don’t want him to recognize me.” 

Astarion pulled a face. 

“What does he have to do with the Fists?” 

“I mean, his father runs them,” Phayelynn said plainly. 

It took Astarion a few moments to catch up, and he gapped at her as if she had just told him something scandalous. “You’re telling me the Blade of Frontiers is Ulder Ravengard’s son?” 

“I thought you said you were from Baldur’s Gate? Ravengard is Grand Duke.” Phayelynn squinted at him. 

“The Duke’s son hasn’t been around for some years now that I think about it. I honestly forgot about him.” Astarion shrugged lazily. 

“Oh—” Phayelynn frowned, looking over Astarion’s shoulder towards camp. She wondered why. She looked back to Astarion. 

“Hmm.. so I suppose you made a scene over nothing. I don’t see him knowing about your little chase through the cobblestone streets from his father’s men. Curious though,” He tilted his head, “I thought you said you weren’t from Baldur’s Gate.” 

Astarion’s teasing tone didn’t sit well with her.

“I’m not,” Phayelynn said, avoiding his gaze. She saw the trap she walked herself into. “I’m from..up north- past Waterdeep. Sometimes, he and his father would visit the city a few times when I was younger.” 

Astarion raised an eyebrow, clearly fascinated by her unfolding story. “Interesting,” he hummed, “But please, indulge me. How would someone know the Duke’s son when you’re not from Baldur’s Gate or someone in any higher social standing-” a thought flashed across his mind as he spoke, making him give her hip a cheeky squeeze, and sprout a jestering grin, “My dear, you wouldn’t happen to be nobleborn, would you?” 

Phayelynn groaned. 

At least she didn’t say it. 

Surely, her uncle couldn’t be too mad if Astarion knew the truth because he simply found out. 

Astarion’s eyes widened. 

“The scandal! Phayelynn, a lady,” he exclaimed, mimicking being shocked, though he could say this revelation about her did surprise him more than he’d want to lead on. This was…good. This could work even further in his favor. 

He looked down at her, seeing the blush on her face. He shot her a questioning look. 

She shook her head, attempting to hide the emotions bubbling inside her. “Nothing— it’s nothing.” she tried to assure, “I just realized that you’ve never really said my name before.” 

Astarion furrowed his brow as he tried to recall a moment when he had, but he couldn’t seem to remember. He shrugged; he had more than the matter of her name on the forefront of his mind. “Perhaps I’ll start calling you my lady. Seriously, you? A nobleborn. I suppose it makes sense. You don’t know anything about the real word.” 

“I know plenty!” she spat, glaring up at him. She gave his chest a slight push, “And do not call me ‘my lady.’ I hated that even when I was one.” She muttered the last part under her breath, but he still caught it. She rolled her eyes, “Look, it’s a very long story that I don’t want to talk about. Just know that, yes, I was a nobleborn, but that part of my life is over, and I’m never going back to it. Please don’t tell anybody.” 

Her eyes were pleading. She looked afraid. Astarion’s smirk faded at the sight of it. He recognized that fear. He felt that fear. 

She tensed in his hold, and he worried she might try to leave again. Before she could say or do anything more, Astarion spoke up, looking up to the moon. “Well, alright,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “We all have our fair share of secrets, don’t we? I won’t spoil such a beautiful night with such trivial matters.” 

“Thanks,” she let out a sigh of relief, admiring his face and appreciating him dropping the subject. 

But she felt a pang of remorse. 

He’d told her about his past. 

She reached up to him, cupping his cheek in her palm, lightly pulling him to look at her, startling him slightly from her touch. She dropped her hand down to his chest, her fingers subconsciously starting to rub circles against his skin. 

“I was in Baldur’s Gate trying to kill the man who murdered my father,” she confessed. 

The words felt heavy on her lips, as if speaking them made the reality of what she had tried to do all the more real. Admitting the truth to herself was one thing; sharing it with someone else was another. It made her feel even more foolish to think she could have actually gone through with it.

“My mother was the Queen of Northgate City,” she continued, “It’s about a ten-day walk past Luskan.” she knew he was already forming questions from the knowledge he knew of her home, “My mom had an affair with her court jester— my music teacher. They met when she traveled with him and his party before she took over the throne. They fell in love, and he came back to Northgate with her. They stood together, secretly, of course.” 

Astarion’s mind quickly recalled the recent gossip spreading through the Lower City taverns about the King of Northgate City’s current stay in Baldur’s Gate. King Vizdos Stormsbane- rumored to be a true hardened man of the north. With a tilt of his head, he looked at Phayelynn, “I’ve heard of you.” 

Phayelynn’s expression immediately turned sour. 

“And that’s why my uncle didn’t want me anywhere near the city.” Her lips pursed, “But he had already taken the contract before we knew Vizdos was going to be in Baldur’s Gate at the same time we were. I was going to stay outside the city. An old friend of my father’s ran a circus.” 

Astarion’s face contorted into disgust at the mention of the circus. He knew exactly which one she was referring to. A dreadful place. And he couldn’t even get started on the clown. 

He suppressed a shiver, shaking his head. 

“I don’t recall hearing anything about Stormsbane having a half-elf child. Just that she’d been kidnapped?” 

“Why would someone, now given the full power of a king, only by marriage, want his people and the entirety of Faerûn know his firstborn wasn’t actually his? You said it yourself- the scandal.” The words trickled with venom as she sneered. She loured, “I don’t know how, but somehow my parents were able to conceal this,” she gestured to her face. “My entire life, I had looked like Vizdos—like a Stormsbane. Round ears, red hair, golden eyes— but then when my mom died, whatever magic she had used died with her.” 

She paused for a moment, trying to keep her voice steady. 

“It had all happened so fast,” she continued, “But I wasn’t kidnapped. When I turned into this, Vizdos was furious—I guess I can understand, but it wasn’t my fault—” she started to lose herself. Taking a deep breath, “My father and my uncle tried to help me escape, but we got separated. My uncle got me away, but Vizdos told everyone that my mom’s old party kidnapped me for ransom, and he executed my father for being a part of it. My uncle and I have been hiding ever since.” 

Astarion’s mind raced as he tried to come up with something to say. He knew that he was only pretending to care, but he couldn’t help feeling empathy for her to some capacity. After all, he knew what it was like to have your world turned upside down instantly because of someone else.

He thought back to the night he was turned into a vampire— but he quickly pushed those memories aside, knowing what Phayelynn had gone through couldn’t compare to what happened to him. 

He’d never gotten close to any of his targets before. It was easier to know nothing about them. Regardless, he kept up his compassionate expression and reassured her with a comforting squeeze. He tried to focus on the swells of water dancing around them in a hypnotic rhythm and the swaying of their bodies. 

“I thought I could finally get revenge— make it so my uncle wouldn’t always have to watch our backs because of me. But I failed.” Her voice was full of disappointment in herself. 

“It was a foolish thing to do on your own.” Astarion’s voice was stern as he spoke. Phayelynn hung her head in defeat, unable to argue. Astarion lifted her chin up, leaning in closer to her. “But, I respect your initiative. It’s quite inspiring, actually.” 

“No, you’re right. It was stupid.” Phayelynn shook her head. 

Astarion hummed thoughtfully, running his thumb over her lips. She looked up at him curiously, and as she did, her nose brushed against his. 

“Our agreement still stands.” He said. “I’ll watch your back if you keep watching mine.” 

“Yeah—” She nodded, mind reeling from the proximity of their faces. 

She was fixated on his lips, watching as they parted when he spoke, revealing a hint of his fangs. She wanted to feel his lips against her skin again, to feel her fangs piercing it. Without thinking, she started leaning in closer to him, breathing heavily with expectation. 

With slow and deliberate movement, his eyes searched hers. He felt a shudder run down the back of his neck and tried his best to ignore the sensation. Using his other hand, he focused on his hold of her. 

 Warmth spread throughout her body when he finally pressed his lips to her own despite the coldness of his. Astarion’s kiss was both gentle and rough and only left her craving more. The pressure of his touch was exposing but also protective. Vulnerable and safe. 

With a flutter of her eyelids, she closed them and let herself surrender to him. Fingers slid up the back of his neck, entwining into soft white curls. With a dull tug, she brought him closer, making him smirk into the kiss. 

She didn’t know how long they had been out there, locked in a tight embrace, when suddenly Astarion pulled away. His face wrung into a pout as he looked down at her. 

The chilled water had begun to take a toll on her body, even if she ignored it. But he could no longer ignore the uncontrollable chattering of her teeth. The cold seeped into her bones, and she shivered as he pulled away. 

Astarion ran a hand through her damp hair, brushing it over her shoulder before giving her one last kiss. 

Wordlessly, he then started leading them back towards the riverbed. 

“As much as I am enjoying myself, and I know you are too,” He started as they approached shore. “Unlike myself, you’ll catch a cold if you stay out here a moment longer.” 

Phayelynn blushed as she was fully exposed once they emerged from the waters, and the chill hit her harder. She eyed him, but only for a moment before averting her eyes. Astarion caught her and chuckled before grabbing the pair of blankets he had brought with him. He handed one to her. 

“Thank you.” she smiled, wrapping it around herself. 

“I suppose I can also allow you to sleep in my tent again,” he said casually as he wrapped his blanket around his waist. 

The thought of snuggling up in his furs and plush pillows made her heart skip a beat, but she tried to hide her excitement by poking fun at him instead, 

“My hero.” she sang out. 

“Or,” he quirked an eyebrow, “I could let you sleep out in the cold?”

“No, no!” she quickly took it back. “I meant to say thank you.” 

Astarion rolled his eyes at her, gathering up his discarded clothes and holding them against his chest, motioning for Phayelynn to do the same. 

“Let’s go while the others are asleep,” he whispered, his voice low and conspiratorial. 

Phayelynn was fast to pick up all her clothes and follow him back into camp, trying to keep her footsteps quiet as they slipped away into the darkness of his tent. 

[ass-ura]

Really messy post about story predictions (?) <aka I’m probably seing crap i want to see but i have arguments this time!>

Hi guys!

After ls4 release I wasn’t particuraly happy about what is happening. Never was a big fan of gw1 so I tried hard not to roll my eyes till they fall out of my eyesockets while helping sunspears (you can hate me, i just don’t give a damn about them) BUT. BUTBUTBUT Istan made me literally scream and drop my laptop. Why you ask? Let’s do this, get urself a coffee or tea, or whatever IT’S GOING TO BE LONG AND MESSY WITH MANY MISTAKES MADE CUZ OF GENERAL EXCITEMENT.

This is a post filled with my speculations about ls4, based on what we got in Istan (mainly fueled with my deep hopes) so please bear in mind this probably won’t happen. BUT if it does, QUOTE ME ON THIS SHIT CUZ I’LL PROBABLY BE FAINTING AND CHOKING ON MY TEARS OF HAPPINESS. Also I’m not really good in predictions/speculation theories (this is my very first, mainly cuz i have small lore knowledge BUT NOW THEY GAVE MY THE PIECE IM PASSIONATE ABOUT) so please don’t eat me alive, YET I HOPE FOR SOME FEEDBACK. I’m super excited about what do you think about it. So let’s not waste more words, ls4 spoilers ahead, and we are going for this shit.

Our topic will be aetherblades. Maybe this sounds weird but i’ll try to justify that they HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE STORY and I feel like anet is droppin some hints for us. I’m a crazy aetherblade fan, some of you maybe know this from my posts, so after Daybreak i felt like anything is possible really.

Let’s start with what we know about sky pirates:

...

Tadam! Blank space, we don’t know SHIT. Their topic dissapeared after Scarlet’s War, bad thugs are gone. Anet left there a big plot hole. Okay, some may think that its just because anet was bad at making ls back then (i disagree, plot was genious) so they abadoned it. In my opinion yet anet is not a studio that leaves their stuff without explanation. I don’t take fractals salvaged out of old dungs as an explenation ofc. We also know nothing about their leader my waifu Mai Trin. All info we got is that “blah blah Lionguards got her, but her crew rescued her blah blah shes roaming somwhere in the mists with them” Boom! This implies that they are still alive and kicking, just hiding in the mists so technically they are still with us. Conclusion? Anet has good ol’pirates in their reach to put them in the story.

And we all know what happened in LS4. This big fat biatch happened:

Theeere we go.

This is the main point of my long ass theory so we will have some fun at this ship. Let’s start with a little bit of scepticism. 

As we all know, at the end of Daybreak we encounter (???ehh, kinda??) inquest in Elona. Friendly murderous rats indeed. Anyone with some knowledge about Ls1 and how alliances worked would probably jump out now and say, yeah, kiddo. But it’s inquests’ airship, Aetherblades were using Inquest crap, airships and golems mostly, so your theory is turned down. That was my first though too, actually. But let’s think about why this could be seen as non-inquest property.

First of all, location. Guys, this big ass airship is in p i r a t e s d o c k s. Why the heck would inquest leave their ship there??? Why not somewhere... different. They would leave their precious property among corsairs???? I bet my ass they would not have anything to come back for. Plus, and this is really important in my speculations, lets take a closer look.

This airship has a visible sign?? logo?? emblem?? whatever its called, cog skull with cogish sword. I think if it was inquests’ property, itey would have something like this???

since its their emblem. even ignoring the red lights, they r ofc really inquestish, but the emblem?? noo, it’s not even close.

This is obvioudsly the ls1 model for aetherblade aisrhip. Proof??

here

(Not so secret jp)

it

(mai trin frac feat my son)

is

(its from the wiki but i think its from aetherpath)

my dudes

(pic from queens jubilee events)

Take a closer look at this magnificient COINCIDENCE

(middle one is from new ls) I can’t believe anet would be SO LAZY to just copypaste something so characteristic for aetherblades. I think they would at least change the emblem a little bit?? For Inquest one for example, or new pirate one, since there are other elonian corsairs on board. Or hell, even erease the emblem clearly connected to Sky Pirates of Tyria. But guess what, they didn’t. ;^)

Okay, so we have the real aetherblade ship, at least the model in Istan. But as I mentioned, it is in pirate den. Pirate. Den. Corsairs, pirates. Doesn,t this suggest anything? The only thing that doesn’t fit there is the crew. They are clearly elonian corsairs. But I’ll come back to it in my speculations about what part they could take in story framgent.

What’s special about this ship? Every devoted player will go there, I’m hella sure. Why? There is a mastery point. Why would there be one??? This is clearly a tyrian airship, why not put it on elonian ship, somewhere high or under the boards. Why not put it literally anywhere else in pirate den. Isn’t it screamein CHECK ME OUT IM HERE??? CHECK OUT THIS AETHERBLADE SHIP MODEL TO GRAB ME. IM ON THIS SHIP SO THIS PLACE IS IMPORTANT. This is a risky speculation but for me it looks like some kind of attention catcher toward this particular unfitting airship. 

Big red tyrian aiship with aetherblade symbol on it in pirate den with mastery point on it. Woah. S U S P I C I O U S.

My last argument is the riskiest one since it can be ruined soon but rn it is on my side definitley. Aetherblade armor. It got taken down like ages ago (i know it cuz i keep an eye on it) and it doesnt seem like coming back. Its weird cause many other old skin sets came back recently, Magitech for example. It would fit the theme to bring steampunk fashion back all together. But there is no sign. I think that they are keeping it out of gemstore to bring it back with the pirates in new ls4 releases. Ofc this point will lose it value if armor comes back in store soon but... Now its not here. And I CAN DREAM RIGHT. Also, if it comes to gemstore, we had memorial boxes some time ago reminding us about scarlets war so maybe its another hint???

So those are my sweet sweet arguments. But what role would aetherblades play in story if they appeared?????

1. Hired army to face Palawa Joko - Please, dont even try to tell me that pirates are not greedy. I - again - bet my ass that they would Go For Gold if there was a good oportunity. Offered some good coin they would risk everything. Pirates who are afraid of nothing vs. Undead Lich? I’m puttin all my money on aetherblades yo. And also if they succeded, they wouldn’t be forced to go back into hiding to the mists, they actions in LA would be forgiven (too beautiful, i know)

2. Traders with local corsairs - that would work well with our sweet ship in istan with elonian crew. Maybe aetherblades are trading with locals, sellin ships and weapons?? And they are pirates after all, they would definitley find it easy to communicate and ally with elonian thugs. I can see Sayida drinking whisky with Mai till they both drop and sign a trading agreement.

Those two are my strongest bets, but we can ofc speculate they could be just a small easter egg or even enemies (but i dont think there is a need for new ones rn really).

So here we are, short after Daybreak, still unsure and a little bit lost about whats gonna happen next. But adding Sky Pirates would be a good idea in my opinion, cause many gw2 players only are gettin fed up with gw1 blinking aggresivly towards those who know first game lore. Why not make it crazy and bring something fresher for those ppl to releate to too? and close a plot hole? THEY LITERALLY BROUGH THIS STUPID ASS LIVIA BACK JUST FOR ONE EP TO FILL HER PLOT HOLE COME THE FUCK ON WHY NOT EXPLAIN THE PIRATES 

I know the chances are pretty low, maybe it was really just an old model, but... I trust that anet does pay attention to small things and would not BETRAY ME LIKE THAT.

This its it, that’s my theory, those are my arguments. If u r still with me, thank you very much for reading through all of this messy screaming, and I hope to hear your opinion! If i missed something, please, educate me in comments, I will be really happy to hear it! (And if i made a mistake plz do the same cuz as i mentioned this is my first post of this kind.)

Have fun and enjoy the story, whatever is going to happen!!

Big thanks to my sweet @that-mesmer for help with this and keepin me still filled with hope, and PROVIDING QUALITY SCREEN CUZ MY PC IS A TRASH.

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Bc the anatomy secondary sexes question , I'm wondering, are heats and alpha ruts still a thing in your universes? People write very different, especially with alpha ruts, some have them monthly, like omega heats, other have them only triggered by omega heats. Some are downward dangerous, even toward their omegas, while some are more "only over protective" and some only care about mating. So, is that something you have thought about in tsw?

Guys--there’s a message feature lol. Just droppin’ that out there, cause talking about sex on this blog has a 900% chance of being deleted at some point, just letting ya’ll know, ahaha! 

So I’m not sure if there is any specific source on ABO Dynamics, cause like the subject is as ya’ll have pointed out written slightly differently from writer to writer. I’ve wondered if its like a lore thinking. Like there isn’t exactly a manual on Werewolves or Vampires that is considered the absolutely way to go and long story short that’s how we ended up with sparkly ones. 

But more to the point, I really hope if there is some like some Bible of ABO I’m not like just smashin’ all dem rules. 

But to the question: Do ruts and Heats happen in TSW? 

They are a bit different, so like before, we will break it down: 

Heats: 

Happen roughly three to four times a year. Individuals varies. Lance is lucky and only has them twice a year so he is hyper conscious about not messing up his balance. 

They’re not that bad though. Like I always hated that typical “Omega’s lose their mind in heat” stereotype so like--they’re like a period except for ovulation. It’s talked about in the next chapter but like they don’t get Alpha crazy and have to be locked in a closet. 

Do they want sex, yes. But it’s not to the point they lose who they are as a person. They do produce an abnormal amount of slick so extra showers are a for sure must. They do get all soft and flirty and want an abnormal amount of attention. Oh and--rejection HURTs. 

And EVERY Alpha near for sure can smell whats happening, there is no hiding it. But in TSW culture it’s expected for Omegas to act like nothing is going on. And Vice Versa. It would be considered rude for an Alpha to start sniffing at an Omega and trying to tempt them. 

But like--there’s still douche bags. It is still a time of vulnerability where an Omega would totally be doubting their self and their worth and want to feel loved and validated and--the ultimate high would be an Alpha during a Heat. 

Now there is still Heat Sickness--which I won’t say anything about cause like, it comes up in fic so it could e considered a spoiler. 

Rutts: 

Happens once to twice a year. Most only once. But every individual varries.

An Omega Heat can send an Alpha into rut. 

For sure there is heightened aggression. They can get very protective, and very grabby. Everything is a threat at that point. Wants sex with anything that walks--unless mated, then they want a very specific thing that walks. They’re still totally aware though

Omega’s know whats going on, It’s just considered courteous to stay away though. Especially because of the heightened aggression. This is “pick a mate” or “reclaim your mate” time and Alphas stop thinking about what is polite and what isn’t as far as behaviour. 

And as far as being a danger to the actual Omega--I can think of it happening in universe but so far doesn’t happen in fic if I’m honest, but if it comes up in fic It will be fore sure thought through. Ruts only get dangerous with mated Alpha’s I’ll put it that way. 

I really feel like I need to point out there’s none of that--”I lost my mind and had sex with him!” Stuff like that doesn’t happen just from heats and ruts in TSW. It can happen from--like affections. Primary glands and arousal glands start to cloud the mind way more than just a natural cycle, which is displayed by the fact there’s a lot of red flags going up about Shiro but the second he starts touching Lance’s mark Lance just melts. 

But like, they’re not gonna jump each other unless their is a clear invitation. 

Hopefully that answered all your questions. 

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[A6A6I1] ====>

JIZZOHN: yo' mizzle with the S-N-double-O-P? JOHN ya dig? wizzy, yeah. bizzay i knizzay ha as yo' playa. JIZZAY: but i mean, whizno tha H-to-tha-izzell knows at dis point? You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. 

ROXY: Im crazy, you can't phase me. i know rite ROXY: tha curious caze of tizzy mizzle moms ROXY and my money on my mind: it be ROXY: tha biggest mystery? RIZZLE: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. u no ROXIZZLE fo my bling bling: once i evizzle caught wind of some lore tizzy imply i might even be mah OWN mom ROXY: (fefeta hintizzle that @ me once dur'n a long spiel DAMN that girl could talk) ROXY: how mesze' up would that be tho 

JOHN: there be probizzle someth'n ta that actually. JOHN: yizzle wizzle all tha first batch of babies, afta all. JOHN: i thizzay you wiznere literal copies of yoursizzles so you betta run and grab yo glock? JIZZOHN: that whizzle it supposedly mizzy ta be a paradox clizzone. 

ROXY: bizzles RIZZLE: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. wiznat 

JOHN: oh. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i guess i kind of glosze' ova dis stizzle 'n mah story gangsta style. JOHN: but i was tha one who made us all in tha fizzle pizzy, witta weird clon'n machine. 

ROXY: no fizzle shit??? ROXY: *be impressed* 

JOHN: it was no big D-to-tha-izzeal thizzle. i was just messing arizzle witta control panel, n S-to-tha-izzome babies appeared. 

ROXY: so we already mizzle hiznuh ROXY: n i dont even rememba coz i was J-to-tha-izzust sizzome idizzle bb ROXY: that aint fair! It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. 

JIZZAY: come to thizzay of it, we mizzay one playa time too. JIZNOHN: but you were aslizzle. 

ROXY: ? Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.? 

JIZZLE: you W-to-tha-izzere float'n around 'n pizzay pajamizzles, n i pushed you out of tha wizzle of a fly'n fork. JOHN: i almost forgot 'bout thizzat. but yep, that was you alrizzle if you gots a paper stack. 

ROXY: Boo-Yaa! you sizzy wizzy me up thizzen 

JIZZY: i might have, but tha fizzle stabbed me 'n tha chizzest, n dream iced mah slizzeep G-H-to-tha-izzost. or sum-m sum-m. JIZNOHN: yiznou K-N-to-tha-izzow how it be wit dream lizzle. 

RIZZLE: u mean how it makes shawty 2 no senze baller 

JIZZLE in tha mutha fuckin club: yes, exactly. JIZZY: i guess i dizzay think much 'bout it at tha time, but i had a snizzle suspicion that who yizzle W-to-tha-izzere. JIZZY: you really look a lot like roze. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. she be look'n fo` yizzle, by tha way. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. 

ROXIZZLE: yizzay? Nigga get shut up or get wet up.???? 

JIZZLE: shizze tizzle me ta go fizzay you. and i did. JOHN: so, she sizzy hi. 

ROXY: o dawg ROXY: wizzy elze dizzay she say 

JOHN: uh. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: she S-to-tha-izzaid... JOHN: she look'n forward ta blunt-rollin' you? 

ROXY: awwwwww ROXIZZLE: well if u sizzee ha again before i do tell pusha i ciznant wait ta meet ha too RIZZLE: though tbh im kinda nervous 'bout it bizzut dizzont tell ha that pizzart hizzaha 

JOHN: siznure! J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: there nuttin ta be nervous 'bout thiznough. JOHN: she J-to-tha-izzust a funky ass nizzerd who likes ta read and kniznit.  

ROXY: i shouldnt be surprize' ta hizzear that ROXY: me and all mah niggaz be a bizzle of sillizzle nerds tizzy ROXY wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: even D-to-tha-izzirk who thizninks hes 2 coo' 4 schoo' ROXY: whiznen 'n reality he is nowhere cloze ta blingin' thizzle cizzles thrizzle whizzich exempts one from attizzle an educational institutizzle :p 

JIZZY: rhymin' of which... JIZNOHN: i've B-to-tha-izzeen wonder'n whiznere he be? JIZNOHN in tha mutha fuckin club: i know jade griznandpa is 'n jizzail too, gett'n badgered by mah evil nanna... 

ROXY: u mean jake n jane 

JOHN: yizzle, sorry. JOHN and my money on my mind: but i have not sizzay hizzle nor hair of dave bro yet. 

ROXY: i figured he gots tizzy 'n jiznail too ROXY: although come ta think of it i probly wizzle have heard a bloodizzle ruckus by now result'n from his inevizzle escizzle attizzle 

JOHN wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: hmm. 

ROXY spittin' that real shit: im not T-H-to-tha-izzat worry 'bout him though hes giznood at takin care of himself ROXIZZLE: in fact i feel like all of us W-to-tha-izzill be ok now that yizzay guys be here RIZZLE: bizzle ROXY: there be still one of mah niggaz im worry 'bout tha most 

JIZZOHN: who? 

ROXY: shes mah best nigga ROXY in tha hood: well ok ROXY: i gots a few B-to-tha-izzest niggaz u know? 

JOHN: yes paper'd up. 

ROXY: but shizzle was always kind of a specizzle best nigga ROXY: n last time i sizzay ha she wizzy 'n biznig trouble 

JIZNOHN: oh no. Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. JIZZOHN: whizzle be she? 

RIZZLE: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. 'n tizzy afterlizzle RIZZLE: bein dead 

JIZNOHN droppin hits: ... 

ROXIZZLE: ha bro iced brotha ROXY: which be bizzay enough RIZZLE: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. but nizzy hes out there ROXY: bustin' fo` ha ghizzost ROXY: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. shes do'n ha best ta hide ROXIZZLE: but motherfucka bro be an awful n relentless piece of sizzy n im afraid ROXY: im afraid she might be already gizzle :( 

JOHN: yoe riznight, that be very gang bangin'. JOHN: whizzle be she? would i know of ha? 

ROXY: dunno ROXY: how 'n tha loop be you on chizzles? 

JIZZAY: oh! JOHN: surprisizzle, i K-N-to-tha-izzow a LIZZAY 'bout that subject. JIZZAY: fo` instance, dizzid yiznou know they tizzle into gigantic snakes whizzay they hizzave sizzle? 

RIZZLE n we out! :O ROXY: :O ROXIZZLE with my forty-fo' mag:  ta help you tap dat ass:O 

JIZZLE: i kniznow to increase tha peace. wizzy, right? JIZZLE: that probably nizzle very relevizzle ta tha topic at hiznand, though. 

ROXY: yeah prizzle not ROXY: anyway u know 'bout lord english right 

JOHN: uh hizzy. 

ROXY: ok wizzell ROXY: shizzay his sista ROXY: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. her nizzay be calliope 

JIZNOHN: ohhh. JOHN: ok, this be starting ta make senze. 

ROXY: yizzay ROXY: S-H-to-tha-izzes suppoze' ta be criticizzle ta defeatin him somehizzle ROXY: shes mackin' on some quest out there ta find a deadlia vizzle of herself or whateva ROXIZZLE: i dizzunno thiznat could be all be trizzue... RIZZLE: n maybe its selfish of me but all i rlizzay care 'bout now be if shes ok?? 

JIZZLE: i understand paper'd up. she be yo' nigga. JIZNOHN: Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. i would feel tha S-to-tha-izzame way. 

ROXY: :) 

JOHN: W-to-tha-izzait a minute... J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i've gots it! 

ROXIZZLE: gots what 

JOHN: i have sizzy a good idea tizzy wizzould solve yo' problem. 

ROXY: Hollaz to the East Side. ???? 

JOHN: all you have ta do be br'n ha back ta life! Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.

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[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

> John: Pesta someone serva playa. Nigga get shut up or get wet up.

-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pester'n tentacleTherapist [TT] --

EB: hizzy roze! 

TT: Hi. 

EB: how be you do'n to increase tha peace? i don't evizzle rememba tha last tizzime we tizzle. EB in tha dogg pound: i have been so busizzle. EB: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. n it L-to-tha-izzooks like you have been tizzoo. Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. EB: i mean, hopy shit! EB: Real niggas recognize the realness. mah hizouze be HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE! You gotta check dis shit out yo. 

TT: Actually, build'n up yo' hizouze hizzay bizzle one of tha M-to-tha-izzore trivizzle ways I've pasze' tha time. TT: Great swiznaths of tha structure may be copy n pasted wit shawty architectural considerizzle. TT and my money on my mind: I've only bothered to do so W-H-to-tha-izzile 'n contemplation. TT: It relax'n. 

EB if you gots a paper stack: oh. EB: wiznell, it must hizzay cizzy a fortune! 

TT cuz its a doggy dog world: We have a lot of grist. 

EB: how much keep'n it real yo? 

TT: I don't recall izzle hard figures off hand like a motha fucka. TT: Hollaz to the East Side. Last I checkizzle, mizzay than a million units of several different types. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. TT: Torrented between tha three of us. Tru niggaz do niggaz. 

EB: torrentizzle cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map? 

TT: Shared, through an application. TT: I unlocked tha disc friznom yo' registry, n deployed it. TT: I convinced your nizzle ta install it on yo' computa. TT: Before an imp threw it out tha window, thizzle be. 

EB, chill yo: you gots drug deala ta do that, chill yo? bizzy she an old lizzle! also, a ghizzay. 

TT: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. Mah methods of persuasion have bizneen improv'n. 

EB: aizzy, she be really tricky, n P-L-to-tha-izzays L-to-tha-izzots of priznanks. EB ridin' in mah double R: did she try ta prizzay you gangsta style? 

TT: No. 

EB: hiznuh. EB: i guess yizzle enjoyed tha pranksta gambit on thizzay exchange then.  

TT: ? 

EB: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. oh yeah... EB: what up wit tha alchemita? EB: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. it L-to-tha-izzooks weird. 

TT droppin hits: Upgradizzles. 

EB: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. did yiznou git nanna ta do that too? 

TT: No, yo' consorts were utilize' for that. 

EB: tha cracka?? 

TT: Yes. They seem drug deala ta receive simple instruction sho nuff. TT: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. I'm gang bangin' they fizzle they way B-to-tha-izzack ta yo' hizouze ta izzle tha clizzle playa ta remain productive while tha serva playa be away. 

EB: they aren't verizzle smart... 

TT: No, they aren't. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. 

EB: They call me tha black folks president. i'm surprize' they even understand whizzat to do ya feelin' me? 

TT with my forty-fo' mag: Lizzay I said. TT: Coercizzle hasn't been much of a problem. 

EB: yeah n shit... EB: uh... Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. EB: what exactly does thizzay mean? EB: Anotha dogg house production. whiznat have yiznou bizzle do'n dis whole time??? 

TT: Whizzle dizzon't you tell me whizzle you've bizzle up to first? TT: I've been curious, but too preoccupy ta inqizzle. 

EB: wizzay, EB: i have B-to-tha-izzeen messin' ta a lot of trolls, fo` one th'n. EB: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. they sure are a talkative bizzay in tha mutha fuckin club! 

TT: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. I've noticed. 

EB: n thizzay i cloned some slime babizzles 'n tha vizzeil. 

TT: Dizzle you? 

EB: yes. um and yo momma... EB: ok, liznong story short be, jizzay be mah sizzy clizzone baller, n dave be yo' sizzy clizzle brotha, n we were all B-to-tha-izzorn tizzle cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map! 

TT: Yizzy. 

EB: yizzes so sit back relax new jacks get smacked? 

TT: I figurizzle T-H-to-tha-izzat out. 

EB: Boo-Yaa! oh. 

TT: Straight trippin' elze? 

EB: uizzy... Tru niggaz do niggaz. EB: Bounce wit me. T-H-to-tha-izzen i F-to-tha-izzell aslizzle, n woke up on tha battlefield. EB: oh! EB: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. roze, i be fairly sure i saw yo' mom! 

TT yaba daba dizzle: Yizzy dizzle with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back TT: Be yiznou sure it was ha? 

EB cuz its a doggy dog world: W-to-tha-izzell, it was a funky ass n propa look'n lady, witta P-to-tha-izzink scarf, so... EB: i dunno, who else would that be! 

TT with my forty-fo' mag: T-H-to-tha-izzat was likely her. TT: Hizzle was she? I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. 

EB doggystyle: fine, i gizzuess... EB: she wizzas wit mah dad. 

TT fo my bling bling: That mackin'. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. 

EB: yeah! 

TT with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Did she seem stoked? Its just anotha homocide. 

EB: stoked? EB: wow, i diznunno. They call me tha black folks president. EB: i dizzy rizzle kniznow bitch wizzle enough to say, i guess doggystyle? EB: pizzy, i was a shawty distracted. EB: M-to-tha-izzaybe i W-to-tha-izzill find out nizzay tizzy i go ta slizzay. Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. 

TT: Fair enough. 

EB: now stiznop bein so spookily mysterious n tiznell me what you bizneen do'n! 

TT: Investigat'n, mostly. 

EB: spendin' what? 

TT: Everyth'n there be ta investigate. TT: 411 hidden in tha lore of our liznands, concealed 'n R-to-tha-izzuins n riddlizzles with my forty-fo' mag. TT: I'm look'n fo` whateva T-H-to-tha-izzere is ta motherfucka 'bout tha G-to-tha-izzame, n more importantlizzle, nigga exceeds its boundaries. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. TT: Tha cloaked traces of myth beyond its scope. 

EB: its scope? EB: oh, roze, did you kniznow thizzle we be suppoze' ta be creat'n a univerze wit thizzle game? 

TT: Yiznes. 

EB: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. i think thizzle pretty N-to-tha-izzeat! 

TT: It be, in principle. Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. TT: Bizzy it won't happen. 

EB: so you belizzle tha trolls then? Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. 

TT: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. It not a matta of believ'n them. TT cuz this is how we do it: Tha dippin' be on tha wall. Literally in tha dogg pound. 

EB: it be? 

TT ya feelin' me? Dis session wizzy neva mizneant ta bear fruit. TT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. It barrizzle, so ta sizzy fo' sheezy. 

EB and yo momma: that a bit of a bumma! Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. EB, betta check yo self: i be still skeptizzle 'bout tizzy, thizzay. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. 

TT: That whizny yoe our rappa, Jizzohn. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. 

EB: huh n shit? 

TT cuz I'm fresh out the pen: Optimizzle through stalwart skepticism be a defect nizzot everyone be lucky enough ta be curze' wit. 

EB: that stizzle. EB in tha hood: i'm nizzay yo' poser, i be yo' NIGGA, there be a BIG difference! 

TT, niggaz, better recognize: Statements L-to-tha-izzike thizzle be also why yoe our leada. 

EB: pff. EB: laaaaaaaame. 

TT if you gots a paper stack: Yiznes, K-to-tha-izzind of. Real niggas recognize the realness. 

EB: so, if yoe sure that we be clockin' ta fail... EB thats off tha hook yo: what be tha point of hatin' wizzle ridin'? 

TT: Simple. TT: The objective is no brotha ta wiznin. 

EB mah nizzle: um... It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. EB but real niggaz don't give a fuck: i mizzay, whizzle be we actually shoot'n fo` here? Chill as I take you on a trip.

TT: Ta do as much dizzle ta tha game as possible. TT: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. Ta rizzle its stitches n pry brotha from tha seams. TT: We wiznill snatch purpoze F-R-to-tha-izzom tha jaws of futilizzle so sit back relax new jacks get smacked. TT fo yo bitch ass: Be you rizzle ta wreak some hizzle, John doggystyle?  

EB: i suddizzle don't undizzle blingin'.

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