preeming it


1. Boemapael Sapes, Ninth Ancestral Earl of the Venom Planes. Gold devil. He’s very proud of his title, and will not hesitate to correct anyone who forgets it. Very proficient with anything having to do with venom/poison and the effects thereof. Not much else is known about him, for any from the Venom Planes tend to be solitary and secretive, much like the creatures of our world who have venom at their disposal.Would most likely go under the label of “The Mastermind.”
2. Apabor, Chief Librarian of Divine Whispers and Rumors. Pale devil (of sorts). Most definitely a bird (to some degree). He keeps the rumor mill of Throne well oiled by filing all information (truthful, not-so-truthful, and downright slanderous) spoken about anyone who is anything special in the vast labyrinths of the Records Guild. There are many associates of the Records Guild, and many assist in keeping the stories spreading outward from Throne, but only Apabor knows them all by heart, and knows their places in the Guild’s labyrinths.Definitely “The Face.”
3. Pibbenaot Etugilin Purai Preem Engurcab Rothschilde, PhD (called Pibb by her friends; no one knows how or where she got the PhD, but she has the paperwork proving that she has a doctorate within the Merchant’s Guild), purveyor of unusuals and rarities. Blue devil (duh). Pibb is small - smol, even - and is most often not taken seriously due to her minuscule stature and large eyes. But what she lacks in height, she makes up for in volume - she has no inside voice whatsoever. It certainly helps in the merchant trade, as she is well known (both positively and negatively, depending on the location) for her tremendous stores of strange and marvelous and even dangerous wares, all held secure in her giant backpack of Infinite Holding (when she opens it all the way, it unfolds into a small shop).Probably “The Acrobat” as she deals with dangerous goods and people more often than not in order to get good sales and merchandise.


Paper Trail$
Joey Bada$$
Paper Trail$

Before the money, there was love
But before the money, it was tough
Then came the money through a plug
It’s a shame this ain’t enough

[Verse 1]
Yo, sitting back plotting, jotting information on my nation
Really started from the bottom, boy cotton

But they still planting plantations, we keep buying in
Closed-minded men
Pride is higher than the prices on your Pradas and

Balenciagas, balance my saga with the henny aqua
Me and my niggas tryna eat, you pussies empanada
The flow like plenty lava
With just a penny I could multiply my worth
And make you work for me for twenty hours

I swear these niggas love to copy, thanks for listening
This kid ain’t been the same
Since Biggie smacked me at my christening

Watch what you dishing and please play it safe
Cause your position on the top is switching right in front your face

Rock you outta space with rhymes, I’m bustin’ out
Keep ducking down, got some missiles now, headed for your house
So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose
Who put the clown I lock,
jaws like a blue nose, foes
Keep your mouth closed or you can see the solar
I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors
You hear that underground sonar

The way I flows then switch them
The Pros been on a mission
Listen enter the chamber, get hyperbolic
They raisin’ Macs, I raise steaks to keep them brolic
My visions is macrocosmic, pass the chronic
The mastered sonics is light years above your conscious
You’re novice, but I got notes that strike nerves

I promise your minds ain’t sharp like my swords
So cut the BS, and don’t worry where my jeans is
And PS: Your bitch a genius, learned from my penis
I got dreams selling arenas and breaking brackets
Tenants racket, while I’m cracking a Serena
God damn, God bless the heaven that sent you
But now I’m breezing out, baby, cause my rent’s due

[Verse 2 (DJ Premier cuts)]
Shit is really real out here
I said shit is really real out here
(It ain’t easy)
Just trying to get a deal out here
(Money ain’t a thing if I got it)
Yo, I’m screaming cream
Who fucking with the rap supreme?
Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green

I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?
And I gotta get my mama off the scene (x2)

(Joey Badass) cause
Cash ruined everything around me (x3)

(Won’t sign to no major if no wager) (money ain’t a thing)
They say money is the root of all evil
I see money as the route of all people
Cause we all follow paper trails, paper trails
And everybody gotta pay their bills, pay their bills (x2)

(It ain’t easy)
It’s the dollar dollar bill, y'all
It’s the dollar dollar bill, it’s the dollar bill that kills, y'all (x4)



Variation - Wednesday, October 17, 2007 - By Brian Botfly


Laffer’s a loser as writers’ strike looms. Will net pull skein from sked? Time will tell if this snoozer can become a sleeper hit, but for now it seems to be more of a yawner, and no clicks with crix who hope execs in biz nix quick. Despite bad buzz, show preemed socko, but sampled blotto, as fans were fast to ankle after boffo bow. Solons at web are in a huddle over how to moppet sitch. Word is heavy retooling led what was once a game-shifting dramadey into a pit of poorly penned and pitifully perfed bathos-as-pathos, and […] Cuddlywhisker’s prod shingle dashed hopes to quietly reshuuffle the card back into the net’s deck. Sources spill the big brass not eager to double down and reup after initial six-ep ord. Big black eye for all involved, and raises new and troubling questions about top-liner Horseman, whose performance can only be described as perverse and often baffling.

our song

summary: “I’ll remember the world for you,” they whisper, touching the cold statue. “So you don’t have to worry anymore.” 
a/n: I do not own the Flowerfell AU. The credit for the base idea for this falls to the wonderfully creative mind of @underfart-snas and the beautifully written story of Overgrowth. That being said, I adore this AU so damn much. There’s so much potential for the characters of Sans, Frisk, and Flowey. Three beings of a broken mind, coming together when life slips through their fingers the fastest. I’ve purposely left the nature of Frisk and Sans’ relationship ambiguous in this, so interpret it in this as you will. That being said, I hope you enjoy.

Frisk is limping by the time they escape the dangers of the Waterfall, past the merciless pursuit of the Captain of the Royal Guard. Yellow flowers have already begun encroaching on their one good leg, and with their left eye sealed up and other buds growing too close for comfort on the right, Flowey is insistent they stop for a moment to give Frisk time to rest.

“you holding up alright, sweetheart?” Sans settles them against the damp rock of the caverns, draping his jacket over their shoulders. Flowey has already taken Sans’ right shoulder as his perch. 

Frisk wishes it didn’t hurt so much to speak. “ … Yeah.”

Sans’ hands linger on the coat he’s tugged around Frisk’s shoulders, and for a few moments, swears they can see the fine bones tremble before he lets go, and stands up to look around. 

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