#verse - smoked eel

[rolandostheater]

[Verses]

These are the different paths that Rolando goes through which may have conflicting choices, so they are divided into different verses. If you wish to interact with a specific one or perhaps have one set up for your muse, just let me know.

➤ Aquarium Screensaver. #verse - aquarium screensaver During this path, Rolando went after a Sinner named Alkas and pushed too hard taunting the one who owned her soul by proxy. The Overlord Vox was her owner and Rolando thought he could counter him, maybe even work with him but only on his own terms. It landed him in hot water, or this case, a fish tank in the V's tower. Now, he is trapped there either to his fate to be part of the collection or to make a deal.

➤ Smoked Eel. #verse - smoked eel On his toying around Pride, he savored even the torment of the Overlord Valentino. Upon being called for a meeting and perhaps a dealing, Rolando declined on the grounds of not trusting any contracts someone like Valentino would write. Though he got a brief one-up on the Overlord, it was cut short and now Rolando finds himself in hot water.

➤ Electric Hybrid. #verse - electric hybrid Spotting the infamous couple of the Overlord Vox and the imp Clementine, Rolando has decided to target their pairing as well as their hybrid child, Ellie. What better way to see just how this came about than to get into the minds of all those involved?

[gonguji]

❛ do you want to tell me about your day? ❜ (🥺 ok but what if i used me ruling verse. What if they were bros. Fleetinglotus)

❛    yes!    I    would    love    to!    ❜    did    Kurai    enthusiasticially    confirmed .      so    much    so    the    comb    had    almost    fallen    out    of    his    hand .     on    one    of    less    busy    days    for    Tatarasuna ,    the    fellow    puppet    would    come    back    to    his    sibling    &&    relate    all    the    adventures    &&    all    sorts    of    situations    happening    currently    on    Yashiori    Island .     they    do    not    seem    to    spend    as    much    as    before    so    the    shrine    priest    in    training    would    always    feel    a    little    guilty    whenever    seeing    Tenshukaku    in    the    distance .      Kuragari    did    not    seem    to    have    this    much    freedom ,    even    inside    the    palace .      ❛     I    woke    up    next    to    Niwa    as    always .    this    morning    Yoshinori    seemed    to    cry    earlier    than    usually!    Niwa    said    it    could    be    because    we    were    exhausted    by    the    work    &&    it    could    be    just    our    perception .    nevertheless!     we    shared    onigiri    with    the    smoked    eel    I    caught    for    us    a    week    earlier .    Niwa    seemed    to    enjoy    it    a    lot,    so    I    suggested    to    catch    some    more    but    he    objected .     ❜     Kurai    pauses,    his    curved    finger    resting    on    the    lips    as    he's    lost    in    thought .     ❛      perhaps    I    caught    too    many    eels    that    one    time .      everyone    sure    did    enjoy    them    though,    so    much    so    they    ate    them    for    days!    I'm    not    sure    why    wouldn't    they    like    more    of    them .    ❜

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Timekeeper's assistants AU

Alright y'all! This is gonna be my info dump post for the Timekeepers assistant Au- buckle up cause it's gonna be a long one!

Inspired by @queendibz post here

The entire purpose of the assistant squad is to keep all the time lines running smoothly- this can range from stopping a world ending event to making sure things misplaced by natural ghost portals get put back into the right time and place.

So First up on the crew list,

Dan:

-Dan definitely isn't a homicidal maniac anymore but he's not 100 percent "redeemed" either.

-I mean he's probably still a bit of sadist but he tries not to be?

-The best description I can give is that he's in recovery, basically.

-So, Clockwork knew that Dan would eventually bust out of the thermos just because it wasn't built to hold a ghost of his power level for a prolonged period of time. But beyond that?? He has no idea about anything in regards to Dan. Since Dan's creation was averted, his timeline doesn't exist anymore. He's a paradox that exists outside of time, and unfortunately, that means he's the one entity in the multiverse that exists in Clockwork's blindspot. There's no way for him to know what Dan's going to do next.

-Anyway, Dan eventually breaks out of the thermos fully intending to Fuck Shit Up, And Clockwork makes a point of informing him that if he leaves the clock tower he will cease to exist. (Like Dan, the tower exists outside of time, so he's safe there.)

-Dan is the first member of the assistant squad. Granted, it took a while for him to come around to the idea of helping Clockwork but he got there eventually.

-Dan is an entity that was born out of the rage and grief of two very broken people and he has so much shit he's working through as a result

-One of the first things he had to do was recognize and accept that he's an entity that's completely separate from Vlad and Danny. He might have all their memories and the weight of their mistakes on his shoulders, and on top of that, the atrocities he himself committed because of them. The first step is realizing that he doesn't have to be defined by the people that made him.

-It's a really fucking difficult thing to do tho and he's got a lot of weird emotions in regards to Vlad, Danny and the Fentons as a result. A near constant identity crisis, self loathing, daddy issues, something that could arguably be called an Oedipus complex, (FUCKING THANKS, VLAD)

-Cannot stand the smell of fast food, it makes him nauseous and the sight of Nasty Burger sauce alone is enough to make him vomit Ectoplasm.

-He's just a hot mess all around y'all

-He tries to keep his interactions with the Danny's as minimal as possible at first bc of this. The first time he meets them in person he shape shifts into Danny like he did in TUE and just pretends to be one of them. Some of them have had interactions with their respective Dan's already and would be super wary of him and probably pretty freaked out otherwise.

-Dan is eventually allowed to leave the clocktower for supervised "Field missions" with the aid of a time medallion to keep him from poofing out of existence, but it takes a while for clockwork to build up that level of trust.

-Dan's shapeshifting ability Actually comes into play a bit on a lot of those missions, since he can Mimic Danny it also makes sense that he'd be able to impersonate Vlad in the same way. Granted he's not incredibly comfortable taking on either of their appearances but it does help him hone his shapeshifting ability to the point where he's able to pick and choose features from both Vlad and Danny and sorta make his own human disguise.

-Most of the time he acts as the eye in the sky from the tower, monitoring for timeline anomalies and then notifying the appropriate member of the assistant squad.

-He has a room under the clock tower that he operates from. I kinda like the idea of there being like, catacombs down there? Anyway he's got all kinds of monitors and view screens and he very rarely leaves. It also doubles as his "living space." He doesn't need to sleep but he's got a big mess of a pillow fort that he crashes in regardless bc sometimes you just NEED to be unconscious for a while. The catacombs are also absolutely full of those little blob ghosts that wander around the zone bc They're attracted to the ecto energy the tower gives off. He's really annoyed by them at first but they grow on him after a while and now he just dotes on them.

-There's a specific throw pillow sized one that likes to hang out in Dan's room a lot and he ended up getting a little over attached to the stupid thing. His name is Dorian. Bc he's a gift.

-SIR THATS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLOB

-Dan's appearance has changed slightly. He wears his hair loose now and it's kinda just this big fiery mane when it's not contained. His cape is more of a cloak now, it has a hood and he wears it sorta pinned together at the shoulder so the DP logo is covered.

-Dan's relationship with the rest of the Danny's is kinda weird, and a little strained. He has a hard time being around them for very long because, well, he used to sort of be them? Except not really? He does care about them tho, and the last thing he'd want is for one of them to end up like him.

-His relationship with clockwork definitely starts out pretty familial, after he becomes his assistant, anyway. There's room for that to develop into meddling minutes but I'm not entirely sure if I'm gonna go that route yet.

-The Danny's only ever hear his voice for a while before he finally let's them meet him for real, so they end up calling him Charlie for a while as a joke. Cause Ya know. Charlie's angels. Even after Charlie still ends up being his designated name on missions.

Mer! Danny:

-Was recruited bc a lot of the shit that gets sucked through natural portals ends up in a body of water somewhere and when that happens he's on call to retrieve it.

-Is Actually not at all ghostly! Mer Danny's situation is basically the plot of H2O (just add water), or if you haven't seen that, Aquamarine. And by that I mean he's only a merfolk in water.

-He's an electric eel

-His Jack and Maddie are marine biologists, with a particular interest in marine cryptids

-We're taking sea monsters baby!!!

-Not entirely sure how this Danny ended up half mer yet but I'll figure it out, lmao.

-14 years old

-His nickname/ designation is "Moray"

Crown Prince! Danny:

-Nickname/designation is Prince / Princey

-16 years old

-Not allowed to go anywhere in the zone without the Fright knight bc of some ancient ghost law bullshit, so he has a constant babysitter.

-He's next in line bc he sealed away Pariah, but can't take the throne until he is both, A) at least 18 years and B) Completely deceased

-Vlad is his Regent bc he did have a part in the whole sealing the previous king thing, but he's also not completely dead so his power is super limited there.

-As Prince Danny has the crown of fire in his ghost form, although now the name is kinda ironic seeing as it's completely frozen over. It's blue now and it smokes like dry ice.

-As Regent, Vlad has the ring of rage for "safe keeping"

-Vlad and Danny are pretty much constantly at each other's throats, fright knights probably had to shut down more than a few of Vlad's attempts to usurp the crown from Danny through combat.

-Princey deals with the timeline issues that involve the ghost zones' internal / political affairs, and he's gotten very well versed with dealing with the Observants.

Winged! Danny :

-15 years old

-Mallard duck wings

-His Vlad is a swan

-Comes from a family of waterfowl, Jack is a goose, and Maddie is a white swan. Both he and jazz are ducks bc of their grandparents.

-As Fenton his wings are white, like jazz, and as phantom they turn black with a green iridescent sheen.

-He's trans

-Nickname/ designation is inviso Bill. Bc ducks have bills haha get it-

-Ghostly wail?? Nah son he's gotta killer QUACK

-Absolute besties with Mer!Danny/ Moray, sometimes they go swimming together after a mission.

Clone! Danny:

-Physically he's a 12-year-old, but he's only been alive for a few months.

-Alt universe where Vlad manages to stabilize the perfect clone with his own DNA.

-Dani still exists, and the original danny from his time line also rescued the other problematic clones.

-Doesnt like the fact that he's a clone, and very much wants them all DEAD. Bc them running around is a reminder that he's not the real danny.

-Human half looks the same aside from the widows peak and the mallen streak. His ghost half takes after plasmius. Blue skin, and the Hazmat kept it's original white colors.

-Probably has fangs and a forked tounge.

-Not so much a member of the squad as he is someone that they need to be keeping an eye on.

-Does NOT get along with them.

-Dan enjoys making him uncomfortable.

-Designation is Masters / the brat (not to his face tho)

Family Breakfast AU! Danny:

-A BABY

-The boy is a fucking overpowered todler okay. He's an 8 year old.

-The biological son of his Vlad, was born a Halfa. Jack, Vlad and Maddie got their shit together and are in a healthy poly relationship.

-Got separated from Vlad one time in the zone and inadvertently adopted by the assistant squad and clockwork.

-His Vlad is aware of the squad and just. Dad's the crap out of the Danny's as a result. It makes for some..... interesting interactions.

-I can't think of a nickname so I'm just gonna be lazy and say he gets to be the one Tru Danny bc cute little kind privileges lmao.

Full ghost! Danny:

-15 years old, will always look 14.

-Nickname/designation is Toast

-Died in the portal accident and got fucking FRIED.

-He always smells like somethings burning.

-He's really bright and sorta sparks a bit, you can see his bones glowing through the hazmat.

-He still leave the zone to protect his version of amity, but lives with clockwork full time.

Canon Danny (NOT PHANTOM PLANET COMPLIANT) :

-Basically show Danny, except phantom planet never happened fuck you

-Joined the crew after the events of de stabilized

-Also he's trans fuck butch

-Franken! Danny

-Yall remember that Headless Danny Au? This is my take.

-Is Actually 20 years old, but physically stuck at age 14. Bc he's a walking corpse :)

-Came from a timeline that was directly parallel to Full ghost! Danny. He dies in the portal accident, but jack and Maddie are in the lab when it happens and manage to sort of bring him back using a combination of science and freaky ghost junk.

-So he's basically possessing/ stuck inside of his own dead body. Which, is thankfully not rotting or going into rigor mortis bc Ectoplasm is rather similar to formaldehyde, but he's not the most durable thing and bits and pieces fall off from time to time.

-Like his head. For example.

-He's pretty desensitized to it at this point and if he loses a leg after a ghost fight he doesn't see anything wrong with sitting down on the curb of a main street to stich it back on. His being dead isn't exactly a secret.

-Don't ever ask him to "give you a hand" bc he can and will not hesitate to pop one off and Chuck it at you.

-Said hand and any other body part will continue to function just fine even if it isn't attached to anything, btw.

-Nickname/ designation is Adam. Bc. Ya know. that's the name Frankenstein's monster gave itself.

Post Phantom Planet! Danny:

-A very jaded 22 year old who is driven only by spite and enough caffeine to kill a horse

-Very, very tired of the hero thing.

-Being a global celebrity isn't all it's cracked up to be.

-Decided to follow Vlads lead and fuck off to space for a while. Partially to get away from everyone and also partially bc he kinda feels responsible for the fact that the only other person like him and probably floating DEAD in the void somewhere? And yeah Vlad fucked up all on his own but what if he'd tried harder to get through to him things could have been different-

-Joins the crew after a natural portal opens up in space and decides to help out and use clockworks resources to try and track down his Vlad.

-Nickname/ Designation is Polaris, aka the north star.

[lostinathoughtonceagain]

Im not sure where to start although i feel like i alwyas start with that.My mom says i seem to be doing  alot better and inn truth i am. I feel more myself and joyous and mre personality, and than theres still an emptiness that creeps in. The sort of weird shame feeling i used to get in mornings or without a shirt on, i got it today after grabbing clothes from my moms. maybe this is just a personal issue but im trying not to isolate myself in my emotions. TI appreicate and find it hard to understand the idea of common humanity. It is true humans all epereince these emotions and it is only to ones disadvantage when we tell ourselves were the only ones who have ever felt these emotions. In truth we are the only ones who experience things given we all have different perspectives, childhoods, personalities, and biology of our brains.. yet i think that an important to try to find the common humanity. empathy, relating to one another. we are more alike than we are different. YOu know when your on the freeway and you wonder where are all these people going. Myabe some are picking up there kids, going to a booty call, stopping to grab bananas at the store, and we wont ever know, everyone is all doing there own thing, eveyone is jsut driving just going to work doing things and im wo dering if anyone else is freaked out about what is happening. Why the hell are we here?n why iseveryone not freaking out with the little time we have, i want to make the most out of what is happeing i dont want to waste any more time not being  where i want to be, i wanted to be skinny so i can go on with my life. But i geuess thats alos the point of life. ive been so worried about living that i havnt actually been living. Im failing at an attempt to handle my shit. I look back on the past and how come i can only think, mostly think of the bad things. The relationships that i shouldve ended sooner cuz i didnt really lvoe them as i thought love would be. THey were all merely a disspointment. That sounds rude but to put it this way i alwyas thought there was something better for me. MY parents used to say at times “its never enough for you katie” maybe that is true. maybe im never satisidef. Maybe it was because they were tired and had tried there best and i failed because my needs wernt meant. not that they were needs. I think back to guys ive hooked up with and wish i had higher standards. why did i find satisfaction in attention from people that didnt even care about me. WHen guys used me and i was glad to let them. Especailly when i had previous ly had crsushes on them. FUCK BOYS WITH J names. i dont know why im writing as if im writing a story. maybe it makes it easier maybeim trying to articulate my thoughts into something there not. I think about things that have happened and hope i can maybe use them as a testimony maybe ill meet the love of my life adn get to share all these stories... but i dont things play out like that and thats a weird perspective to have on things thsat occur. Like as if im a narrator. I would get so ecited to send cute pictures of myself when i was  baby and show my boyfriends, or share things with them but then i realized something. they dont care, well definlty not like me. That ecitement about it is not the same as the one im epereiecning and when i was sent baby pictures of them, i didnt feel that warmth in my heart. maybe that makes me a bitch or emotionally disconnected. but how do i know if im feelin. what connections have i made. I used to want to be under the influence and gina my therapist said that people go to substances to feel connection. When i was on coke, life was beautiful i could talk to anyoe and everyone adn words flowed so well. In my head, looking back i probably looked like a crack head and thats the reality of it. I can manipulate my reality but to what is its value if its a lie. if no one else feels or sees what im seeing. ona  nother thought  i think we can make up these sotries in our heads that arnt even true. like somone tells us something or we feel a certain way about ourself so and it ends upso our whole olives our affected by this painting in our head only to find out no one sees what were seeing. my dad said that we can change the past, welll we can change our past by changing how we look at it. and i think if we could grasp it it would change our lives. I think that i could look back and not feel that shame, or not feel that embarressment. But am i not a sum of all the words thoughts and actions ive done or had uot o this point? thats depressing, but if it were something i was proud of then yes i would like to be. but the truth is all wehave is the now and you can start now being a totally different person, but you cant run away from all the consequences of the past i guess they jsut dont matter if you decide to change. but then what about bridges burned. i guess my plan b ina  sense is to run away to another country. but then theres legal issues and this whole system and ates and bad guys and tso m8uch to worry about that i dont feela  sense of freedom. my information is online and under a sytem and i undertsadn why i just wish everything could be quiet for sa sec. mayeb i dont want to be aktie stowers anymore. I get jealos of girls born and raised pretyy. all ive done is starved myself in the process of becoming what i want to be but thats not even me. if i have to starve to et there then i feel as though i dont actuallyl deserve to be skinny. and i fee l so vain for obsessing over this fucking thought. iw anted to be skinny this is what ive said from the beginging can someoine please help me do it. the probelm is that im in treatment for anoreica sub purge type and the reality is that i cant lose weight withought going to etreme measures. it became the most important thing in my life and ive been strung up on the same thought since fucking march of 2018. talk about time wasted. although i know thats no way of looking at it. ive learned lessons and have ad so many beautiufl things happpen. I get told very kind things about myself. i wonder if im actually a kind person or i only do things simply to be a kind person. if eel kinda selfish but i guess we all are. i mean think about how amny bad things are happening in this world and children starving and here i am buying things i dont need anf focuing on myself. but im not doing anything about it. i mean i try to tip etra give to homless ifi can i just feel guilt because i could be doing more but ijalso know that im not responsibly to save the world. jsut seems wrong the way things are. thats why i believe everyone goes to heaven. maybe because i cant wrap my head around the possily fact that barrett wouldnt and also becasue the idea of eternal damnation dosnt seem like the character of a god i want to serve. i see so much bullshit in the church and i just dont know . am i jsut angry. I became so jdugemntal of those judging me and thats just as worse but when theres almost a cluba nd you dont fit into there critera it fucking hutts. and that dosnt feel liek jesus i think jesus wouldnt let us be seperated by rleigion or if you drank last weekend. I think we should all unite and love each other and thats what reallly matters. yet here i am obsessed over being skinny. im down to 4 hour as of yesterday and i feel so much better i do. i just wish i could have one long 2 day therapy session whre i fucking figure out all my shit. ive gone to so much therapy and its been etremly helpful i jsut dont wanna waste anymore time with this baggage. I dont wanna go a minute longer when i could giure all this out. i guess what im saying is i want my life tp be an open canvas and not be unravveling and my childhood issues poopping up.. i want to go into the fututre knowing what i know adn epeireicning my life as it plays out. but i am 18 ishouldnt be thinking this much into things huh i should just let it be and lvie my life. i should be doung homework an teting my frienfds or going on a date. but thats not ther eality of things and alos i think ill look abck and things will be different. IOm also int reatment rn so oviously my situation is not exactly normal. i really do love to write i used to always want to be an author. but i dont kno0w anymore. i jsut dont really like how the sytem works i hate how we all have to go to college amd study things i dont give a fuck about and then some struggle at there 9-5 to merely surve eand ig uess i dont like the thoughr of that. and i know were suppsoed to find joys in the little things i think things are jsut freaking me out. iw ant to quit smoking nicatine but everyday i go out and do it. ig uess that meanns i dont really want to stop because if i did i would. i  and then i feel slightly guilty and opackiy because his is the only boduy im given. like does that not freak everyone out. this is the only way we are able to eperience life. think about how quickly it can be ended. i think that is too much pwier overmyself. nmot that im suicidal but i do think i hgave the power to find out super son what is after this life. judgment day, pure nothingness, maybe ill become a=one of the many ants i ahev enjoyed killed as a punsihemtn for msyelf. or hoe[fully and maybe ill entire a heaven with a lovuing god. a state of being with loved ones. I think thats why people like the idea of heavn the idea that you will see people later. but that discount the factof pain. when someones child dies they dont feel any less pain because a verse about being reunited with the,. because the truht im scared to tyee is that theres a possibility heaven isnt rela. and the loved one that is lost will never be in your reaach again.i feel sad for how ome peoples lifeves go. i hope they get a chance in the after life to have what they wanted. but then i think abotu abd guys. i wouldnt want them in my heaven. i guess maybe who we all our at our core is who would be in heaven beyond all the nasty. yet i dont believ flesh is nasty and i dont believ trying my whole life to not be something i was made to be. if my flesh is evil adn mankind is doomed what the fuck is that. i dont think god would set us upnto fail and i believ ehe understands we are human. and gpd is god and god knew everything that was going to happen up to npw. u know whats crazy is that on the time line we are on the edge of what is to come. being aluive rn. and its crazy that i wont be here in 100 years. ill be merely history. but rn we are whats happneing 7:12 november 11th. we are up to datebecause we are merely aliver. unless there is different universes and this is m,erely a simulation. but besides the point. barrett was talking about just how many books songs and information there is. that makes me pancik there is so many people so many things i could learn and musici could listen to that no one can listen to it all. maybe theresa song out there that is my favorite son that ill never get to lsiten to but i gues si jsut have to trust that the universe ligns up as it should and my life will happen as it should. and alll these things are happneing and were floating in the middle of space and yet i feel like people arnt freaking out. like what hthe actual fuck is happneing. and why do iu want to soedn my one life doing shit that dosn matter or something i dont even love. but thats how life works because you have to have moneya nd i do love bying things. and i jsut need to relax. because when people look back on there past they think if i could only tell msyelf its going to be okaya nd to have fun. why cant i do taht i mean i can but tehn these thughts come in. iwant to be skinny i also love food. starving was easy and i like d seeing my bones show,. i wanted people to see me and know i was hurting but people dont wanna be sround sa dpeople i guess i just wanted o be rescued. and at the same time it was nice to focus on the thingsd because even if all went ot hell if i restricted enought hat was okay my eating idsorder would tell me that  everything was going to be okay because i was taking care of the one thing i actaully wanted. writing this makes me sound crazy to msyelf. i have so many things i want to larn and do and so having an eating disorder makes me feel limated. amd truly it does limit me. it dosnt allow me to worry and think about these tihngs. i just really want to be skinnya dn i dont know where this started or why its so impiortant but i just am not a fann of my boyd. and i know tis terirble because im more than m y body and i know i cant stave mtyself and i know that this makes me self cenetred i know that it didnt pkay out as the damsel in distress that i wanted i know wthat i pushed loved ones away and made desisions taht really arnt alligned with my values because truly i didnt care i just wanted to get skinny i know i didnt look healthy bu in my mind that s the best ive eever looked. i know that the husband i meet is going to lvoe me for whats beond my appreance so it dosnt matter and getting atention from others isnt satisying and only leaves me feeling empty i knwo lifes to short to count your calories, to walk around feeling fraila nd loung every seconds. to reach 109 and not see a body close to what was at 116. to talk about numbers because they w]makr improtant parts of my life adn to allso swear that i dont care that much about the numbers. i care about the look. but if what they say is true and i ahve body dismprhia thats impossible. they say the eating idpsrder says itll never be enough. it will nevr be satisiuded. “ its never enough katie” never enough

and so maybe its me maybe im just this warped person. why do memories come back so weird and hwy did i have su h weird thoughts a s f\child. why do i get filled with so much rage. somtiems i think im the most grogeous girl and others i want to killmsyelf because i fel worthless. imm not suicdial but i can remeberthe first time i thought about killing kmyself i was in the abck seat of the car my brothers wre all teasing me about soething but for whatecer reason i was upset by it. i remebr crying and thinking how bad thye would feel if i killed myself. i carried this idealation iwht me later on. gina says i used this as a coping skill.w whenevr someone was mean, didnt say the right thing, didnt invite me, or a aprent said something hurtful. o thouhgt about it as if i were a ghost. watching how sad they were that they had not done better with me. that they said those angry words last to me instead of teeling me uhow much they lvoed me. that when they gossiped ghey felt so bad after because i was dead. i sometimes wish i could watch this unfold. but thats demented and evil. my ghost smiling with satifdaction as she watches loved one who id love and people who were simply lvingnthere life be affected by this. what good would it do to me or them. it would ruin them, does thaa amke mf evil. and then i realzie thats not how death wokrs. ill go to  wahtevr is after this.a dm why would i waste my eistence on a disguestingnromantizsm of revenge.  shpuld move on better msyelf and make connections and share with my lovedones hwen theyve hurt me or that i need more love.  i love treamnt. i love the lif3 im having. besids hating my body i love doing art and larning life skills and if eel like pooeple love me for me there and i can really be myself and support others. but i cant live my life in treatment. i want to relapse theres a few pros to this. one i get skinny againa dn can take pcitures while im skinnya dn try to do it a healthier way. 2 i can jsut go back to treatment and 3 thats a big fuck you to insuracne and theyll realize i coudlve used more help. my ancupucture lady said i need to let people help me adn its tru. i can read boooks hae copnversations go toa therapist but what goofd does it do if its not evn sticking with me. if i dont allow it to change me. im so stuck in that i want to be skinny. but im also tired of haojng my body, the thought about being okay iwht my body is sad to. ill jsut be ugly and not care? amd i wont be ablr to beas beautiful as i want to be. the law of attraction streases me out to because what if everytihng im writing is manif3sting as we speak. hut io cant just iugnore all thse thoughts. its good to journl ane write. i smoked the other night and told susan and brooke but lied to my treatment team. but honestly i was anxious the whole time and outside of playing with myself and dougna  trippy spiritaul mediaiton itwasnt the best time. it ,made me realize i enjoy beig sober bcecause i can do lall the things i want to do and not be stupid and i can be mindful. but then i feel a little desperate at the idea of not having anys ubstances. i sjsut need to create a good ralit y formyself. also i just don tfeel like im the little blon girl in my baby photos like me and her arnt \even the same person but i am i am her in 18 year old form. i jsut dont even know who i am or whats happening. iw ant to chilla dn i need to find balance. maybe this is because my brain has more room oto think about thoings. it kinda hurts me that my mom dsont know that much about eating disorders but yet she says she knows how bad these thionhd can get. likes he can talk so much about me needing help and this and that and yet she hasnt veen taken the tiem to udnerstand what it is im goi g throug. but i shoudlnt epect her to i dont evn knkw what is happneing. cons of relasping is more time wwasting life farther form my hoal. what is my goal all i can think abou t is working on my body bye cercising and eating healthy after treatment. iu dont underdstand why people dopnt think this is a huge thing for me. it makes it so i cant wear what. im so tired of caring. i want to get out of my head. but reality is i am katie and i have to deal wiht whats going on it dosnt do any good whining about it. another con is that my family would be disapinted. im kinda scared i ahev cancer ir im going ot die and jus stop breatinh. its probaly jsut anxiety . nbut i think about the drugs ive done and all that ive smoked and when ive starved and i wonder if im jsut shutting gdown. but i guess were all shutting down. but you cant tell kids these tihngs they dont care and they wouldnt undertsnad. i guess im jsut freaking out at my very eistence. im also very thankful to ebe alive. the fact were all ehsiting rn is crazy i think everything happens for a reason and theres a beautiful lessona nd “work of art called love” desinged by the creator. i ksut dpnt think itds what people think its actaully is. julian is just dsigusing why was i ever ino him. but i cant stop 16 year old me by being into him. but he really wasa dick adn oi dont think hes aw the value in me. my idea of him thinking that was because hesa  lot uglier than me or the line in fredys song where he says “ why would a girl like you fall for a guy like me” and he saud thatr eminded him of us i thought that was so sweet. MO that dosnt mean he values me. why was i so okay with accepting bullshit.a nd nathan. i really liked nathan we were bestfriends. but i got really cazy jealous. i was supposed to eat2 and ahalf hours ago and im not rally hungry. hence my hunger ques are off. i lost 4 lbs over the weekedn and im on weight restoration i was given till friday before i have tonadd even more additions because im not supposed to be lsoing weight. but i dint feel sad baout it. i felt eciteed i guess my bodys ina  place where it can lsoe weight easily. i feel like i should take advantage of it. is this litterally the eating disorder tuyping as we speak am i poseed. it is katie stowers. i guess thats what an eating idorder does. i think i ought to steer clear of caffense and weed. make things a little less harde.r and truly i shuld try to quit nicatine. ots just so nice to do but i think i ought to just not do it. i think idts a porblem because i can already mpciture me going outside after break and smoking. “evntually ill quit shes aid” when i quoted julien baker in her song ahppy to be hee to esther it says “ i miss you the way that i miss nicatine” she waled away after. felt a little judged honeslt and i dont think it was cuz of me but i am better than to smoke nicatine. i think im gonna not do it tomorow. adn if i succeed well see about friday. but it is a hbit i shoudl break. but anyways theres a lot to worry about and be ecited about to and im having a hard time manging it all. and i opuld go on times ten of whats been happneing in my brain ina  therap y session but it dosnt happne.

[lycaran]

Fake MAP Script for Loving Cryptor Day

Note: I am not the most well-versed in script making, but the song came on and gave me the idea for this. It’s more of a ‘What I pictured going down’ through the song since I don’t know shit about MAP organization and stuff.

( @loving-cryptor-day I hope it’s up to standards for this)

Song: Loved by FEiN

You're an entitled piece of shit

Cryptor gets off the conveyor, freshly built and immediately granted the titled of General Cryptor

You're just a pot-smoking good for nothing

Kids today, yeah, they don't want to work

Cryptor’s first failure and the shut down, the Overlord glaring from the computer in undisguised rage as he seems to mouth ‘yeah, they don’t want to work’ before shutting the screen off, leaving Cryptor to Pythor.

I made mistakes, I'll admit

I gave you participation trophies

Maybe I'm to blame, maybe I'm not

The next scene is a quick shot of Cryptor powering back up with the eels on his back, following it shortly are quick shots of the junkyard, ‘maybe I’m not’ should have the Overlord’s quick possession in the tomb where he grips one of the Ninja’s legs, cut black around the purple eye at the end.

All the books I read proclaimed

That they had cracked the secret

Of instructing me on how to raise a man

Flashback-esque Shots of the Overlord examining Zane’s blueprints and using them to build the Nindroid army, Cryptor as first off the block looking much like Zane before the hood and eyepiece are attached.

And yet a quarter century elapsed

Quick shots of material being gathered for Arcturus, over a month or so

And what do you have you to show for it

The Nindroid’s boarding Arcturus

You play with the piano while I work

Quick shots, then the return to Ninjago. Overlord seeming almost disappointed in Cryptor over the failure to ensure the Ninja’s demise.

Ooooh

You are loved

Ninjago city, during the Overlord’s current attack. Show Cryptor instructing his soldiers through the street.

Ooooh

Are you too?

Cryptor freezes, turning and looking slowly at Zane’s sacrifice

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Over the course, Cryptor is hit by the wave of energy as the Golden armor explodes(?), show lines and arcs of golden crisscrossing his body, emphasizing each line. One the last show him bursting to piece/shutting down. Entailing he ‘dies’

Optimistic son of a bitch

You're just a molly rolling good for nothing

Kids today, yeah, they don't wanna work

Show Harumi coming across the reprogrammed guard Cryptor, a smile growing across her face as she captures him and straps him down, on ‘work’ cutting to a computer showing lines of code

You could've been an engineer

Instead, I told you do whatever makes you happy

And you'll never truly work

Mr. E standing up on the balcony of the bar, staring daggers into ‘Snake Jaguar’ and ‘Rocky Dangerbuff’ as they put on their act. Show him reaching for his mask when Cole’s disguise fails.

Several lines of credit later

University gave you a paper

Then they sent you back to me

The bike shot, pass it by quickly to the fight between Zane and Mr. E. The Helmet being thrown aside and Cryptor holding out a sword and brandishing at Zane, mouthing the line ‘Then they sent you back to me’

I guess retirement will have to wait

I'll die on my feet before

I live to see you get your ass to work

The fight, showing Cryptor’s absolute joy in practically tearing Zane’s to pieces and tossing him over the edge, fade to black with him looking over the cliff, smiling widely before moving to go down.

Ooooh

You were loved

Cut to Hunted, Mr. E helmet back on as he kneels in front of Garmadon. Harumi mouthing ‘He’s just a machine built to follow orders’ maybe?

Ooooh

Were you too?

Mr. E looks up, clearly afraid as Garmadon snarls, destruction lighting up as he thrust a hand forward.

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Garmadon lifting E into the air, Mr. E struggling against the powers and trying to thrash out of them as Garmadon slowly closes his hand. Show pieces crumbling, cracking, and the helmet shattering first and Cryptor gasping to try and breath, try to do something, purely panicked.

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Show parts falling down, flashes of Cryptor’s life is shown in the quick background, throughout the instrumental and this as the pieces come to rest against the ground as the song fades out. Maybe the reactions of the generals if there aren’t enough flashed moments.

[linchxpin]

name: natori

nicknames: listen. natty, which started off as a passive-aggressive Jab but is now more affectionate. his sisters also have a nickname for him that basically amounts to calling him ‘fancy’ but i haven’t settled on it yet thinking emoji (cue the reba mcentire)

Gender: male

age: idk he’s a magical cat

date of birth: ??? i think i decided on a december birthday but i don’t remember the date lmao

origin of birth: the cat kingdom, usually. in the ‘manga’ verse, he was born in rural japan, the specific city of which i can’t remember atm ffff

race/species: .......cat

spoken languages: i honestly Do Not know fjjfiea;

romantic/sexual preference: i??????

occupation: babysitter royal advisor

hobbies: baking (pastries in particular), camping and fishing, tying decorative knots, singing/music but good luck getting him to sing for you if you’re not one of Three Specific People, tending to plants

criminal record: i’m going to guess not lmao

disorders: none

eye color: brown

height: he’s. a cat. so like. kinda Small(TM)

scars: none that i’ve decided on yet squints

birthmarks: see above

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: light purples and blues, almost pastels

favorite food: niboshi and tazukuri, but also the castle kitchens make a Very Tasty stuffed mouse with rice and spices. also has a soft spot for aged salmon

wants to get married / is married: he doesn’t think about it too often. or at least, doesn’t outside of when someone he knows/is very close to gets married, then he might feel a sort of twinge

gotten pregnant / had a child: no ._.

wants a child: see the note about marriage thinking emoji tho generally speaking, he’s never really felt the desire to have his own children and is much more comfortable and content looking after other peoples’ children :v

likes children: mostly

can sing: yes

play an instrument: possssibly, i’m not sure yet

can dance: ~nobody knows~

gotten tattoos: no

gotten piercings: n. no

smoked/drank/done drugs:  occasionally drinks but never to excess (or. even like. beyond a buzz/tipsiness), but the others are Probably a no. unless matatabi/catnip counts, but even then i have my doubts XD;;

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: Maybe

a cuddler: i’m. not sure 8| probably to a certain degree bc cats are really cute when they rub all over you. however, i could see him as the type to think it makes him look Clingy or Childish, so he keeps it under wraps thinking emoji

a kisser: not really

scared easily: looks at canon ....sometimes

jealous easily: he. has the Capacity to get jealous

hot/cool tempered: mostly cool, i think. even when he does lose his temper, it tends to be more sharp and stern than explosive thinking emoji

trustworthy: THAT. depends entirely on Who you are fjkifeaip bUT for the most part, yes. he is at least very much a creature of habit

single: usually

extroverted/introverted: perhaps surprisingly introverted, but he can play a pretty convincing extrovert

considered mean: i’m going to repeat what i said for whis here-- i don’t think so, but he might have a certain. unapproachable aspect to his reputation/image that makes new servants, at least, hesitant to interact with him if they don’t have to

fears: most relate to the status of the cat kingdom and his loved ones tbh thinking emoji they’re also pretty obvious. so aside from those, i’ll mention he doesn’t particularly like loud noises, tho he usually makes an exception for fireworks. eels also creep him out. he’s also not terribly fond of the dark, but that’s something he quite rarely encounters, lbr

siblings: two younger sisters

parents:  the requisite mother and father, tho they’ve long passed away by now

pet(s): a trio of goldfish............. yes, they have names. yes, he can tell you which one is which even tho they look totally identical to anyone else jffjkda;hg

[conseille]

♚ | Muse Facts

Full name: Yerin Lee Other names: Rin-chan Title: verse dependent Age: 22 in main verse Gender: cis female Race: Korean  Sexuality: pansexual  Origin: born in Japan (Tama-Ku, Kawasaki) Current location: Kawasaki or Seoul Nationality: Japanese-born Korean Spoken languages: Japanese with a little Korean, becomes fluent later on Religion: loosely Shinto Height: 5′3″ Body type: thin but slightly pear-shaped Hair: dark brown, long with bangs Eyes: dark brown Tattoos: none Piercings: none Educational background: high school education Social media: Facebook, Instagram (most active), and Line Smoking: never Drinking: socially Drugs: no Athletics: occasional jogging (never participated in athletic clubs) Hobbies: gardening, cooking, cleaning, watching Youtube tutorials, reading romance manga, DIY decoration, watching historical drama Virgin: yes Favorite drink: chrysanthemum tea, hot milk tea Favorite food: pork belly, eel over rice, clam miso soup Favorite music: j-indie rock/acoustic Clothing style: slightly preppy/girly, collared dresses, pleated long skirts with ankle boots, turtlenecks, muted colors, sundress, Underwear type: mostly cotton panties bought in packs by her mom LOL

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[rolandostheater]

Flailing against the smoke, Rolando grasps for it and snarls before he is pinned to the wall. His breaths come out in wheezes at being held by his throat, thrashing like a wild animal just caught by its scruff.

"I will devour that pathetic fear of yours before I snap your bones beneath my teeth!" He yells even as he is quickly losing his upper hand. His shadows spasm and flicker through the room to grasp and push at this red mist like he were trying to wrench the scene back in his favor.

They jitter when Rolando is slammed face first into the ground, a sickening crack heard sure to have been either one of his teeth, though his glasses seemed to have shattered as well to fall to the ground. Even through that, he makes a puff of a mocking laugh and tries to push from the floor. It was useless with the smoke binding him so tight.

"Most powerful Sinner? What would your cohorts say? Even see yourself above the other Vees?" He tries to keep prodding, hoping to get in another window of weakness, but that is cut short with the stomp to his head to smash his face more into his broken glasses painfully.

Looking up with black blood dripping from the scratches upon his face, the taps make him eye Valentino now with the taste of horrid anticipation in his mouth. The sadistic intent from this Overlord was suffocating in itself, but then a yell of pain erupted from him as his fin was ripped and blood gushed from the spot.

"Gah! You will pay for this!!" He all but screams, only cut off by the kick to send him to the ground once more. He was trapped now at the mercy of this Overlord and it was not looking like he would get out alive.

The imagery of the theater breaking up, being taken over by the red mist that came from his still lit cigarette, glad it wasn’t put away before all this happened.

“I almost forgot what happened when I died.” The physical smoke raises Rolando from the ground by his throat, tightenging even more as the overlord gets angrier and pins him against the wall. “The reason why I do everything I do. Yeah I may be afraid of being worthless.”

The smoke brings Rolando to the ground, slamming his face against the floor before stepping on the back of his head. 

“But I’m not. I’m the most successful and powerful sinner on this ring.” Valentino puts some pressure on the demon that was on the ground, the crimson tendrils started wrapping around his body, wanting to keep him tied and not flee from him. “I could’ve strong armed you into a deal, but you were stupid enough to try to fuck with my mind.”

Valentino makes the smoke hands lock the door, close the windows and make sure the place was all closed. He wanted none of his employees to have contact with Rolando, nor Rolando leaving the place. The moth kneels near the fish demon.

“You know something I learned all these years doing what I do?” Valentino places a hand on Rolando’s cheek, giving a couple of light taps on it. “That people really think I’m all talk.” 

As soon as Val finishes that sentence, he grabs Rolando’s fin close to his cheek and rips it, leaving just enough for it to dangle on his face.

“I’ll show you why people really are afraid of me.” The overlord towered in front of the fish demon before stepping and kicking him on the ground.

[deadmanslocke-blog]

2 : The Thames

Through all the filth, smoke, noise, excitement, crime, and growth wound the Thames, London’s great waterway, running from the western countryside all the way to the sea in the east. 

César de Saussure enthused, “You cannot see anything more charming and delightful than this river. Above the bridge it is covered with craft of every sort; round about London there are at least 15,000 boats for the transport of persons, and numbers of others for that of merchandise. Besides these boats there are others called barges or galleys, painted, carved, and gilt. Nothing is more charming and attractive than the Thames on a fine summer evening.” He called the river “the foster-mother of this great city.” 

Baron von Pöllnitz concurred that the river’s prospect was lovely and its commercial value unparalleled. Trout, shad, lampreys, eels, flounder, salmon, and even a few sturgeon swam in its waters, which were wider and shallower than today. When it froze, as it did occasionally in the 18th century (and never afterwards, due to man-made adjustments to the water’s flow), “frost fairs” were held on the ice, with food booths, impromptu streets, bear-baiting, games, roast meat, and impromptu printers’ shops churning out souvenir verses that could be pasted in an album to commemorate the occasion.

When not held prisoner by ice, the Thames was the greatest roadway of the town, alive with ships bearing ivory, oil, wine, tobacco, rice, indigo, cotton, grain, furs, hemp, tallow, coal, iron, and lumber. There were slave ships, small boats carrying fish to the Billingsgate market, passenger ships, and cargo ships. Because the river grew shallower to the west, bigger ships docked in the east at Woolwich, Blackwell, and Deptford and transferred their cargo to smaller boats to be carried farther upstream. These small craft, along with large ships capable of navigating farther, travelled west through Wapping, past Execution Dock (where pirates were hanged and chained in place till three tides had covered them), and on past the vast yards of shipbuilders, mast makers, rope makers, and sailmakers to the Lower Pool by Wapping New Stairs. 

Middlesized ships could continue to the Middle Pool, between Wapping New Stairs and Union Hole, and the smallest ships could dock in the Upper Pool, between Union Hole and London Bridge, an area designed to hold 500 ships but often harbouring as many as 1,800. On the north side of the river, between the Tower and London Bridge, lay the Custom House and the legal quays through which all goods entering the city had to pass. Here were customs officers, porters, watchmen, and thieves, all plying their trades among the warehouses, stairs, docks, and barges.

For the first half of the century, London Bridge was the only bridge across the river. Crowned with shops and houses, and adorned below with a huge waterwheel and with piers that posed a serious hazard to watermen, it was close enough to the water to prevent high-masted ships from proceeding upriver. Besides being the principal connection between the city and Southwark, it was one of London’s most fascinating sights, 915 feet long, 45 feet wide, with a 31-foot central roadway for carriages and pedestrian walkways on either side. It was insufficient to handle the growth of the metropolis, however, and those who chose not to take the bridge were forced to take the horse-ferry between Westminster and Lambeth (which moved horses, coaches, and people alike) or to hire one of the nearly 40,000 watermen who rowed passengers up, down, and across the river. 

A passenger would descend one of the many sets of stairs to the Thames, perhaps clutching a rate map showing charges to each destination. He was then beset by competing watermen “calling out lustily, ‘Oars, oars!’ or ‘Sculler, sculler!’ ” When one boat was chosen, the other watermen “at once united in abusive language at the offending boatman.” The passenger would then be rowed to another set of stairs somewhere along the river. The boats were usually red or green, equipped with awnings for summer and heavy tents for rain, and capable of seating six.

The system as it stood could not last. Boats were so numerous that at times they jostled each other in the water. London Bridge was picturesque but also hopelessly impractical. 

Change came when Westminster Bridge, begun in 1739, opened for traffic in 1750 and put the old horse-ferry out of business. It became a popular site for pleasure strolls, though its pedestrian alcoves, designed as rain shelters, proved too hospitable for footpads and were later demolished. The structures atop London Bridge were removed, and in 1769, Blackfriars Bridge opened just west of the city, about midway between the other two bridges.

[cleverdreamcatcher]

October 23, 2018

Had a lot of pretty interesting and vivid dreams over the last few nights. Allow me to recount them.

The first one was about a week ago. I remember being in a large empty room, like a cafeteria or a convention hall. I think there were sleeping bags on the ground. There were floating letters hovering above the floor. They looked like the fridge magnet kind. I needed to collect them in order to speak, though I didn’t need every letter for every word. Usually just one letter that was found in the word would allow me to say that word out loud. Sans was there at one point. Then I went out side into the parking lot where I found Asriel and hugged my crying goat son until I woke up.

The next night I dreamed I was a dog, even though I looked human and I’m pretty sure I was human, everyone around me humored me and allowed me to be a dog. I think I was a german sheperd or something. I over heard some police officers looking for a drug dealer and decided to help track him down. On all fours I went loping on a jogging trail, my nose to the ground as I tried to trail the suspect. My movements were weird and unnatural since my human legs were longer than my human arms and I was trying to run on all fours. My shadow was long in the setting sun and just as human as I was. I found the house where the drug dealer was hiding. He tried to bolt, and then my anger transformed me into a real dog. He jumped a chainlink fence but I relentlessly barked at him until the officers cornered him and brought him in.

I dreamed about high school and trying to find parking in the school parking lot. One of the hallways was super elongated and filled with snow that sloped up to the ceiling on the west end. If you walked all the way over and climbed to the top of the snow pile, all the emergency doors in the school would suddenly slam shut and some giant black eel-like creature would emerge from the snow and devour you. I managed to break out through a side door into the outside before I could be swallowed.

I dreamed about pieces of art work I had yet to create. One was done entirely in shades of blue splotches, depicting two cheetah cubs and an AWD climbing over a rocky outcropping on a moonlit night. Another was a hyena laughing in colorful bursts of orange yellow and bright green. The last was an AWD running through a sandstorm of reds oranges and yellows. Each painting was almost abstract enough to not tell what the subject matter was if you didn’t look closely

I dreamed of a brittish comedy with Chell from Portal, but it was more like an office setting (or maybe it was just the offices of Aperture). We were trying to break out of the episode, but the ending always ended up with us dying, so we had to keep rewinding and try again. At one point, we managed to break the pattern, even as our island of reality began to crumble around us, we climbed in a bus, floored the gas, and launched ourselves over a pit we knew we could not clear. But, this time as we feel, a platform appeared beneath us, opening up a tunnel that I knew would guide us into apperture. Not freedom, but death would certainly be put off for a bit longer. As that bus turned into the tunnel, the pannel closed up behind it and I heard in my head 2 verses from a song so clear, I had to write down the lyrics. The song was called “Mana” and was a portal allusion. This song does not exist, but the verses I heard went like so;

Oh how we wish we could just keep going, on with no way of truely knowing, Just how far we had left to go

They did not think me kind or clever, now we’re trapped down here forever, the dragon’s smoke is filling up the dome.

Happy endings must be earned But there’s still more you have to learn as you anticipate taking your last breath

The ancient monster you will slay though it will only block the way all your other options end in death

The word “mana” was repeated 4 times between each verse (alternating rhyming C stanzas)

I dreamed of massive castles on mountains, and it was kind of like an “escape the room” situation, and also a historical tour. I started at the top, and had to get to the bottom of the mountain (where I knew a giftshop would be), and I had to find my way through each castle to do it. A cat accompanied me, squeezing into small spaces to unlock doors from the other side, and me to carry him past dogs and steep falls. I felt like Trico. In one castle, hobbits were sleeping so we had to tread carefully. Between each house outside were woodlands and bamboo forests. I can’t remember if we made it all the way to the bottom of the mountain before I woke up.

I remember snippets of dreams where I was inside ball rooms and malls, flashes of characters like samus, sonic and link. I think I was in a bass pro shop or something similiar, with camping gear. There was one really fancy toilet at the end of a long hallway, and it had glass windows so you could see the shoppers (and they could see you if they looked).

Last night I dreamed I was at work, but we had two lory exhibits now, and our birds were split between them. Some birds got out, but I wasn’t particularly worried. I just had to call them to come down to me. I WAS worried, however, about the waterslide that attached to our exhibit, and the crocodiles that basked in the pools on the sides of them. I feared the birds would fly up out of the waterslides, or the crocs would eat them. Closing up for the day was a challenge, because I had to stop people from going in to two different exhibits at once. A lot of people lost their sandals in the exhibit with the waterslide attatchment. I picked them all up and returned as many as I could. I struggled to lock the right doors so people could still get out and I wouldn’t accidentally lock them in. I remember asking for a nectar cup and the concession stand almost wouldn’t give me one until I reminded them that I worked there. I think all the birds were safe. No one really cared much about them.

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Bank Account

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Bank Account

–Verse 1– I buy a new car for the bitch (for real) I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real) You can’t even talk to the bitch (no) She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God) I pull up in ‘rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real) I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch) Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah) Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (a chair) Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (Oh god) Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy) Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy) Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty) Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21) Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah) Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch) I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah) The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild) I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt) Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21) I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21) I been smoking gas and I got no [?]

–Chorus– I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

–Verse 2– Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21) Regular, buy the seats, I got a house on the hill, dog (21) Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet) Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet) Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21) Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21) Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

–Chorus– I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

–Verse 3– Roulette clips, send a roulette hit Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that roulette dick Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me Keep that siggy with me Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me ‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

–Chorus– I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) In my bank account, yeah (Oh God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

–Outro– $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah) Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch) I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah) The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

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You Can Do It Too Chords Pharrell Williams

[Intro] My nigga you can do it too (turn me up, turn me up) You can do it too My nigga you can do it too You can do it too You can do it too (Just tellin you, ya know?) [Verse 1] Aiyyo Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills By listening to squeals of PJ wheels As we land I duck down, I stick my head up my dick is being sucked down, by a bitch named what now I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel I was a marching band, I was a skateboader Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders You niggaz were cool in school now you niggaz take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit, I know this position is odd Don't Gasp for air You can turn blue Look, accel nigga trust me you can do it [Chorus] You can do it too young blood You can do it too young love Just watch what you do young blood And watch whose in your crew young blood It don't matter if you do drugs, And even if you threw slugs You can do it too young blood I did you can do it too [Verse Two] I know niggaz are like there's no returning when I bought that white five-fifth So white that the coke heads just might try sniff I ordered the phatom coupe, that's smoke pipe grey And the interior was like crack white beige At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page I combed the whole brochure and it did not say, oh well Life's a bitch but not too extreme Life's got a fat ass, Trust me I'ma fuck full steam I make the world cream and scream, while I'm gettin my cream I'm coming to america call me Prince Akeem, yessir It's kinda weird, 'cause this I dream Kinda prophetic ya get it 'cause this I seen These type of visions, since I's teen I told my teacher what I saw, she said I missed byzine Laughed with the class with the slightest clue You be buying my shit, and I be rappin to you, but you can do it too [Chorus] [Verse Three] I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you He got robbed and it seems he has a huge He's frustrated and that it all he has is you So, things propel and things excel The next the a bing comes out the barrell And my man they accused him of sittin tight up in jail Ironic he close my man luke can hear him yell I ain't do it but somebody dropped him flat I felt the wind from it, that was God cocking back I got a call from Virginia grandma went back The line was fluctuated but it just now went flat See her body went down and her soul went up She sent angels around me so evil could not touch I don't lie no more and I'm haunted when I fuck Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah you know what's up The wires across, and it's breeding a plague The conscience is hungry, and it's eating away Trying to make sense of it, but it's speedy in vain Up all night with the books and you read till the day But still ya house of diddy 'cause you got a little paper Push a cat in the corner, trust me it's the nature Never underestimate the-things you do Read your verse too, inhale the "oo", and go [Chorus] [Man Singing] Don't be afraid to look up the sky [8X]

[rolandostheater]

"Such a pathetic daddy's boy," he purrs to hearing those scrumptious words. He was so sure that he had the advantage, so sure he would feast upon this glorious meal until Valentino was left as nothing but a muttering mess. That was until he curled his lip at that sweet scent wafting to him. The smell was penetrating through the theater, tainting his domain he thought would give him the clear advantage.

He did have it, but there was a timer he was unaware of.

The theater shudders in its image the moment the smoke grabbed at Rolando's throat. His form gurgles, attempting to slip out of it, but once the smoke had its hold the water could not pull him from it. The chairs began to melt and the chains dissolved away off of Valentino to free him from this show.

His illusionary domain started to fade back into where they really were in Valentino's room. Already, Rolando was choking on the sweet scent, his least favorite of flavors even after he had been engorging himself upon that beautiful anguish just moments ago.

He reaches up to the smoke, to claw at it around his neck. "How dare you!" He mirrors what Valentino had said to him and now it seemed he was on the other side of the table now.

"Interrupting a meal is the highest of insults! I will ensure your downfall into worthlessness is swift and your body nothing but bones to be used as toothpicks!" In a violent motion he tried to step away, to physically yank at the smoke in a last ditch effort. If he could only get it off he could dissolve away with his water. He would not be made a fool by another Overlord.

Everything hurts, each second that passed he felt his heart burning. It was like he was reviving the final days all over again. The sting on his tongue, followed by the eyes. It was impossible to call for help anymore.

“I did everything.. I don’t want to be worthless.” A rare moment of Valentino feeling something other than desire and lust. “I can still make money father.”

He felt his whole body giving up on him, the feeling of not being able to do anything about what already happened made Val even more helpless. 

Valentino takes a deep breath, the smoke that trailed on his cigarette floated up, towards himself and Rolando.

“Thank you.” The overlord said under his breath, moments before the smoke grabs Rolando’s throat. “For reminding how weak I am.”