#the coin

[lyss-butterscotch]

Hi yall sorry for the inactivity. I was busy with.... something. The something ^

#this game ruined my brain #every and all games from now on will be too slow #this game helped me improve my aim in genshin #this game made my brain go on a level of adrenaline rush i thought was impossible #thanks ultrakill for dismembering my brain /pos #HAHAHHAHAHAA THE EVIL THAT IS THE COIN #THE COIN #ultrakill #ultrakill v1 #ultrakill v2 #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #my art #lyss art

[orbleglorb]

[ID: a two-panel comic of the coin and megan ito. the first panel shows the coin looking down at megan in disgust, saying "We were expecting a battle of wits, but you appear to be unarmed." the second panel shows megan ito in an explosion of pink (intended to represent static/echo) with glowing pink eyes, yelling "your mom suck me good and hard thru my jorts!" with a bunch of exclamation marks.

in this drawing, the coin is drawn as a slightly inhuman goddess, with a face split in two sections with her nose, which resembles a bird beak, and a black line that continues down from the nose to the chin. this is really hard to explain in text. the coin is wearing a dull orange dress and simple brown shawl, held together by a golden brooch. she has very curly brown hair held back by a gold-colored hair clip.

megan ito is drawn as a japanese woman posing triumphantly in her minneapolis truckers uniform, which has a brown jersey, bright cyan undershirt, yellow pants, white and red striped socks, and brown cleats. she has long black hair blowing around her from the force of the echo blast. /end ID

messing around with my coin design. no better time to do that than a shit post

#blaseball #the coin #the coin | boss #aequitas aug #megan ito #orble art

[polkadotpatterson]

Blaseball as text posts, part 6! Art by HetreaSky!

#blaseball #text post meme #spitposting #jaylen hotdogfingers #flattery mckinley #niq nyong'o #the shelled one #winnie hess #parker macmillan #bevan wise #oscar dollie #rigby friedrich #tillman henderson #the coin #york silk #neerie mccloud #whoops this is a lot of georgias huh #oh well. georgias good

[blockbusterclosed]

DAY 3(4) - THE COIN

(new...old)

She's giving capitalist... one thing I always wanted to achieve in her design was Greek mythology and the roaring twenties. She has two looks- and that's it (never drawn her roaring 20s look but I so badly want to(

#blaseball #blasetober #the coin #boss

[h50europe]

CLICK ME - ON AO3

Excerpt

"Oh, I almost forgot, Morgana and Morgause are bringing someone else, a man named Arthur Pendragon. He's a Vietnam veteran. He was badly wounded in combat a few months ago."

"Don't tell me he wants me to lay hands on and heal him."

"Well, let me put it this way. He's very handsome, has gorgeous blue eyes, and dirty blond hair, probably your type. And I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you laid hands on him, but certainly not to heal him."

"Freya! I don't have a type. And I don't get involved with groupies."

"What if he's not a groupie? Just a curious, handsome boy? Shall I show you a picture of him? He was in the Sunday Times when he got home."

"No thanks, Freya. I don't want you to show me pictures of strangers. I remember a few weeks ago, you told me a Legolas was waiting for me in the Green Room, and then I came face to face with a Gollum. Maybe you should get some glasses," Merlin suggested.

"I'll get a bucket," said Freya.

"Why a bucket?"

"So I don't have to clean up afterwards because you start drooling when you see him."

"FREYA!"

"I'm already gone, Merlin. I'm already gone."

After Freya disappeared behind one of the curtains, Merlin received a visit from Gaius. Since the death of his younger sister, Hunith, Merlin's mother, Gaius had been caring for his nephew. Merlin's father had lived somewhere in the outback for years, visiting his son at most once or twice a year. Not even the death of his wife had changed that.

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #colin morgan #bradley james #merthur au #merlin au #fanfic #missing merlin #the coin #merthur art

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

fuckin love readin peoples absolutely ineffable submissions. this is a paragraph long and i think i know less about the character than before i started reading

#this post is about #the coin #blaseball #but honestly a good quarter of the submissions have been like this

[spiralingemptyness]

yes, he may be mentally ill

but at least Harvey Dent knows how to make tough decisions. All he needs is a coin and whatever it is, bam no questions, no second thought, nothing. He don’t question the damn coin

(I hate tough decisions and I’m indecisive af)

#Batman #harvey dent #two face #The coin #Goddamn coin

[taketheringtolohac]

So since blaseball is ending, I’ve officially decided to amnesty all of my blaseball related WIPs given the fact that blaseball is incredibly difficult to learn about when it isn’t actually happening.

The first in my series of amnesty fics is about Parker being a clone specifically designed to be “better” versions of himself that his mother (the Coin) created of him so that he would be more efficient and also so that she could manipulate his memories to forget that she was ever his mother. Parker IIIII finds out about this after starting to experience flashbacks when Parker MacMillian is revealed in the Library’s Prehistory for the first time and discovers a series of records related to the cloning experiment in a classified section of Blaseball HQ. You can read it here!

#i encourage everyone who wants to to do the same for their blb wips! i just want to share the things that i wanted to happen but couldnt #make it happen. so feel free to follow suit! #blaseball #parker macmillan #the coin #new megan ito #you can also tell that i was in a Place when i started writing this one. but its a compelling concept (to me) at least! #roxy talks

[shittykinaesthetics]

Shitty Boss aesthetic: so when men are shitty capitalists who manipulate the masses and kill a few people, you all start blorboposting, but when she/her coins do it... sports fans are so fucking misogynistic it’s disgusting

#the boss #the coin #boss #ownership #aequitas #blaseball #the boss aesthetic #the coin aesthetic #boss aesthetic #ownership aesthetic #aequitas aesthetic #blaseball aesthetic #the boss kin #the coin kin #boss kin #ownership kin #aequitas kin #blaseball kin #shitty aesthetic TM

[dumb-fuck-in-1mil-fandoms]

I got bored and made some silly stuff

#mtmte whirl #v1 ultrakill #pathfinder apex #scrunkly #shitpost #gabriel ultrakill will infact never be ballin #meme #ultrakill meme #our lord and savior #the coin #the coin is our savior

[orbleglorb]

[the birth of a star - a short fic to spread my coin and namerifeht divorce arc manifesto]

[content warnings for burns and (accidental) child harm]

Namerifeht had promised Aequitas that this was perfectly safe; all tales of the "Clay Boy," as they called it, were simply tales. Yes, there might be disastrous consequences, just like with anything you do, but many babies had been forged from clay and fire and led perfectly normal lives.

In the end, Aequitas let herself be persuaded. It was odd, for the roles to be reversed; usually, Aequitas had to convince Namerifeht to do something with an unknown outcome. But Namerifeht wouldn't suggest it if they weren't certain they'd be in no danger. So, they formed a human figure from clay (Aequitas thought it looked more like a ragdoll, but Namerifeht assured her it would work just fine), and gave it a drop of their golden ichor, and set it in Namerifeht's forge. As it was being placed in the flames, Aequitas's chest grew tight with the feeling that this would end badly, as it did in the folktales.

But once Namerifeht reached into the flames at the baby's first shrill cry and pulled out a little boy, Aequitas's fears melted. It was an ugly and wrinkly little thing, as most newborns were, but Namerifeht and Aequitas thought he was perfect, because he was theirs.

They spent a lot of time in those first few days holding him and marveling at their success. Even though they had a crib and high chair and all the other things you were supposed to buy for babies, they rarely set him down. He would go from one parent's arms to another, sucking his thumb and babbling incoherently. Namerifeht liked to have a one-sided conversation whenever he did that, responding to his gibberish with things "he said that?" and "I can't believe it!" Aequitas thought it was ridiculous, but it was cute how their kid got more and more excited with every response. On the day Namerifeht had to go back to work, because the world cannot go on without the Forge, the baby cried nonstop. Nothing Aequitas did would soothe him. She spent the day holding him to her bosom, wiping his tears and promising that his father would return, and both of them would do anything to protect him.

It took several weeks to find a name for him. The last name came easily; MacMillan, a Scottish name sometimes associated with holiness (usually in the form of monks, but that didn't matter. It had a nice ring to it). The first name they couldn't decide on. Aequitas favored Augustus, but Namerifeht shot it down. Namerifeht suggested Cyrus, but Aequitas felt a name that literally meant "sun" was too on the nose. In the end, they decided on a completely different name than either of their favorites: Parker. The name itself wasn't terribly popular, and had gotten less and less so by 1964, but neither were either of their suggestions. It's hard for eternal beings to stay with the times.

Turns out, it's also hard for eternal beings to raise a mortal. It was unbelievable to Aequitas just how breakable they were. She had bruised him several times just picking him up or burping him, and Namerifeht had accidentally burned him when picking him up after spending hours at the forge. They became scared to touch him after a while. What if they broke a bone, or worse? But no matter what, Parker reached his arms out and squealed whenever one of them passed by. Quickly, they learned how to scoop him up without hurting him, and how to carefully hug him tight, and how to play gently. And it seemed just as they had mastered that, Parker learned to walk and ran head-first into harm's way any chance he got.

After one particularly nasty incident, they began wondering if they were in over their head. Aequitas often took Parker to visit Namerifeht at work. Namerifeht did the same, but Aequitas's job was much less exciting for him. Parker loved the Forge. He would play with the soot sprites and gaze into the flames for hours, if allowed. Namerifeht was glad to have a break in the day, and would drop whatever they were doing to greet Parker (and Aequitas, of course). They'd scoop him up and show him everything they had been working on, then Parker would wiggle out of their arms and run off to terrorize soot sprites or build a tower out of kindling wood.

"We need to watch him," Namerifeht said, turning back to their anvil. "Plenty of ways to hurt himself around here."

Aequitas knew that they meant that she needed to watch him, but stayed anyway. "He'll be fine for just a second. I wanted to talk to you about--"

Parker let out the most pain-ridden scream either of them had heard in a long, long time. Namerifeht was faster than her, racing through rows of furnaces and grabbing him away from the brick opening of a kiln. When Aequitas caught up, she pretended not to notice Namerifeht's glare and wiped Parker's tears. His fingers were burnt badly, and, although the skin was already repairing itself, it needed attention.

"I'll take him to the doctor," Aequitas said, reaching for him.

Namerifeht didn't hand him over, but didn't turn away. "I'll go with you. One afternoon away from the Forge will be fine."

Aequitas pursed her lips in a thin line, but didn't argue. It wasn't the time for an argument, and it wasn't wise to rile Namerifeht with fire surrounding them.

"I should have known better," she said.

"You should have," Namerifeht agreed, "But we all have lapses in judgment, I suppose."

In the end, Parker was fine. His fingers were mostly healed by the time they got to the hospital. The doctor made an off-handed comment that humans don't heal that fast, as if that was a fact they would already know. It surprised Aequitas and Namerifeht. Surely their child was human. At least, they had meant him to be. What was he, if not a mortal? Neither asked the doctor any of these questions, just raised an eyebrow at each other, in a mutual agreement to discuss it later. Parker went home with a sucker and burn cream, and was fine within a few days.

Aequitas couldn't sleep that night. In the early morning, before the sun had risen, she slid out of bed and crept down the hall to Parker's room. From the doorway, she could tell he was still fast asleep, squeezing his favorite teddy bear in his little arms. It was enough to reassure her that he was safe, at least at this moment, and the guilt eating her alive could wait until the morning. As she was shutting the door and turning away, she caught a faint glow around him, just for a split second. She tried searching for it again, even shutting the door and re-opening it, but it was gone. With no other explanation, she decided she was tired and imagining things and went to bed.

The other times she saw it, much later in his life, she couldn't use the same excuse.

#blaseball #parker macmillan #cw burns #the coin #namerifeht #not sure about this one but oh well #if i don't write badly i'll never write at all etc etc #i had no idea how to end this

[polkadotpatterson]

Blaseball as text posts, part 5! Art by HetreaSky!

#blaseball #text post meme #spitposting #the coin #hiroto wilcox #york silk #tillman henderson #the reader #betsy trombone #eve mcblase #hewitt best #dunlap figueroa

[lhaewiel]

And MY COIN IS HERE!!!!! Along with other very nice treats, this is all so beautiful!

Thank you @regal-bones, the passion and the enthusiasm and the art is stunning!

Pls check them out, they have many interesting tidbits in their shop!

Also I can't wait to start reading the booklet, it looks really interesting!

#THE COIN #Curated curios

[fanstuffrantings]

Can I just say the writers really out did themselves with Cullen's romance. The coin scene alone is so tender and regardless of what choice you make it is tinging with love and care. His route was the first one I ever played in inquisition and inquisition was the first dragon age game I played but even after all these years it's still one of my favorite arcs Bioware has written for their characters.

#for a year I've been having my og inquisitor with other people #but im restarting my current playthrough to get her with him again #shes completely different now but boy #the hug #the desk scene #the coin #dai #dragon age inquisition #cullen rutherford

[ninebaalart]

This one is pretty old at this point but back when the US looked like it was going to default, people kept floating the idea of doing a trillion dollar coin to fix the problem. This was my proposed design, since the only fearless leader I felt was worthy of being encapsulated on a coin as lofty as this lived in a galaxy far, far, far away...

#master yoda #yoda #trillion dollar coin #the coin #props #shitpost #art

[h50europe]

MERTHUR AU - The Coin - Chapter 2 now available on AO3

Excerpt:

"Would you rather be back on the front lines?"

"Would you like me any less than you do now? Would you even want to be in the same room with me? Wouldn't that go against your principles? And why do you even want to know what I want?"

Merlin lowered his eyes and swallowed. "Wow. Thanks for your candor. I had no idea that my mere presence would cause you so much disgust. I'm glad you didn't throw me out of the van or call the police. I was hoping we could..."

"This isn't a WE situation at all. I kind of got into it. I wish I had gone to senior bingo instead of this peace rally with Morgana and Morgause. Then I'd have saved myself some trouble."

Merlin chuckled.

"What do you find funny about that?" sneered Arthur.

"I think you're one of those adrenaline junkies. Admit it, all that excitement has been good for you. When has your pulse been over ninety lately? Didn't you miss it?"

"Missed what?"

"Getting your body into fight mode? Wasn't it great to feel your body again? To feel your pulse quicken and your instincts sharpen? God, I'd have loved to have seen that, but alas, I was knocked out."

Arthur, who had been watching Merlin the whole time, was struck by the dreamlike look in the guy's beautiful eyes.

"Merlin, it's official. You've lost your mind."

Still, Arthur couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

Now Merlin asked, "What?"

"Bloody hell, you may have been unconscious, but you seem to have somehow sensed how I felt when the shit hit the fan."

"So I'm right?" asked Merlin, nudging Arthur's shoulder. "Yes, please, tell me I'm right."

(I recommend listening to music from the '60s to get you in the mood, works amazingly)

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #colin morgan #bradley james #merthur au #merlin au #fanfic #missing merlin #the coin #merthur fanart #merthur fanfic #merthur art