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cloudybarnes · 7 months
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bella donna
Pairing: theodore nott x reader
Summary: a sick night in bed calls for your cute boyfriend to come in and take care of you
Word Count: 800+
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Nothing was helping.
The soup burned your tongue, the medication didn’t cure your stuffy nose, and your throat felt like it was on fire.
You felt like total shit right about now. 
“I’m sorry mi amore.” Theodore said as he wrung out a wet rag to place on your forehead. You were laid up in your bed, covers drawn to your chin as a chill wracked through you. 
Theo sat on a small stool next to your bed. He was being the sweetest boyfriend ever. He waited on you hand and foot for everything you needed. 
He was the one to make the soup and fetch the medicine and rags for your head. 
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, Theo,” you mumbled. “You’ve done literally everything right for me.”
He smiled softly, then just as quickly, his smile fell. “I just can’t believe how suddenly this came about. Something must be going around; I heard Draco coughing in class yesterday, he must be the one who got you sick.”
You chuckled but were soon thrown into a fit of coughs. The coughing was so bad, you had to sit yourself up in order to catch your breath. 
“Mio dio,” he softly said. “My poor baby.” Theo rubbed your back as you caught your breath. You smiled at him, grateful for his being here. 
“What would I do without you, Theo?” 
He smiled and left a tender kiss on your forehead. The action was so soft and sweet, your eyes involuntarily closed, a soft smile adorning your lips. Theo really was something special. While most may find him to be a brute and hard to get on with, you’d only ever seen the kind, caring boy standing in front of you. 
“The real question,” he replied, “is how could I ever live without you?”
You giggled as Theo led you from your seated position to lay down. 
“You need your rest, sweetheart. Don’t waste all of your energy sitting up.”
You nodded and let Theo guide you down. You sniffled, but all that did was send more mucus to your throat, causing it to hurt worse. A whimper came from your lips without meaning to. 
“What hurts now, dolcezza?” He felt your forehead with the back of his hand, and gently picked up the discarded rag to dunk it in the bucket of ice water on the floor. 
“Just everything: my head, my throat, my nose, it all just sucks,” you said. “At least I have you to take care of me.”
Theo smiled, his eyes alive with love for you. “I’ll always be here to take care of you, even when you’re snotty and coughing on me.” He teased as he wrung out the ice rag and placed it back on your forehead. 
“Hey!” You whined with a teasing smile. “I didn’t cough on you, just in your general direction.”
“Oh, so that’s how we’re describing it, now, huh bella donna?” 
You gave a health-hearted smile and shifted a little in bed. “I don't feel very pretty right now. I’m all snotted up and it feels like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
“I think you look beautiful, (Y/N). Fully and truly, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Your heart swelled. You had the sweetest boyfriend in the world. Theo never failed to make you smile and make you feel beautiful, even when you felt far from it. 
Slowly, as to not hurt the ache in your head, you pushed yourself up into a seated position. 
Theo started to fix the pillows so they would accommodate your upright position. “This okay, amore?”
You smiled down at him. Never had you felt more in love with this boy than you did just then. “It’s perfect, my love. Everything you do is just perfect, Theo. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
A pink hue tinted your boyfriend's cheeks as a smile crept onto his face. “You’re everything to me, (Y/N). I would do anything for you. Something as simple as taking care of you while you’re not feeling good is my job as your lover.” 
You didn’t think your heart could take anymore sweetest from him. “Come ‘ere,” you mumbled as you patted the empty side of the bed. “‘wanna lay with you for a little while.”
Theo walked around the bed and climbed into the empty space. He fit perfectly in the bed, like it was made to accompany him. 
You pushed him to lay down so you could rest your tired head on his chest. He lightly chuckled at your movement, and pulled you close to him. His arms wrapped around you as your fist held onto the fabric of his shirt. 
“I love you, (Y/N),” he mumbled. 
You smiled, closing your eyes. Right before sleep pulled you in, you responded, “I love you most, Theo.”
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elviradreaminess · 5 months
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the blade of frontiers 🗡️
wyll is such a sweetheart!! he gives me disney prince vibes 🥰✨
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readgi · 2 months
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I know the teen wolf fandom is pretty much dead, but I need to know how y'all feel about Theo Raeken?
Cause I haven't even looked at this show since the last season came out, but ALL OF A SUDDEN I'm obsessed with that boy and his character development on season 6 (or the little we got anyways) all over again
And thiam too but anyways
Is that a red flag? Should I be concerned?
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mattodore · 2 months
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theo’s bedroom is slowly coming together
#river dipping#theodore doe#echthroi#ts4#ts4 edit#after the save broke yesterday morning for the fourth! time i finally pulled up mod manager and started looking through the hundreds of#conflicts i apparently had and also deleted well over 500+ duplicates... my mods folder is SO rancid i'm sure i missed some conflicts#bc see those dark blue pillows on theo's bed? those are actually white :) but for some reason when i move the pillows near the wall they#change color depending on the time of day... it's not just those pillows some other objects do it too... just closing my eyes at it <3#the bed and desk are where theo spends most of his time so i spent forever on them. his bed needed to be overwhelmed by stuff#there are... ten pillows i believe two large covers a sheet and a blanket. theo kind of just... burrows into the center and hides.#bunny boy behavior........ and yeah those are matthias's gloves on theo's desk <3#i have to recolor the stuff on theo's walls later. i imagine his walls are mostly empty and it's just the floors in his apt. that're messy#but i wanted sticky notes to help him remember things and that back wall is going to have matthias's art and love letters#<- which theo definitely takes down and hides whenever matthias actually comes over lmaoooo#also i finally moved all of the pins from theo and matthias's boards over to @theodoredoe (mattodore was taken 😞)#i wanted a place just for my oc boards and i also wanted to be able to add sections to each oc's boards so! new acc!#yk how i mentioned theo's board looking so cluttered? yeah so. figured out it's bc over half of his board is just quotes#i made a section and threw all the 200+ quotes in there and will slowly put some of them in his main board#his board just looks so much better now like i'm so happy about it 🥰 it was definitely worth the time#OH ALSO!!!! IF ANYONE HAS SOME DEAD PLANT CC PLEASEEEE SEND IT MY WAY!!!!#theo really loves just. ripping plants and flowers out of the ground and taking them home to put in little pots but. he always kills them#jsknndkhj so i need dead plants!! limp!! DEAD!!!!#but i seriously can't find any#anyway... that's my build update <3 fr not much has happened bc i've had to start over four :) separate :) times :) but it's getting there.#i miss mattodore tho...... gkhjndfkhjn so i might take a break and get some poses and an edit going soon
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dandiidraws · 8 months
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Conflicted
Turns out funny, handsome wizards with magical bombs in their chests always get the girls.
Please enjoy Gale and my Tav - Theo, with the idea of Mystras jealousy flaring as he moves on. CHOOSE THE HOT ELF GALE, LET MYSTRA GO I'm fine
I made an Inprint! You can find this little print here if you're interested! :)
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juju-or-anya · 11 days
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It's hard not to find irony in the criticisms directed towards Eloise Bridgerton and the elevation of Penelope Featherington as a more genuine and hardworking figure in contrast with Eloise's supposed privileged circumstances and her discourse on feminism. Indeed, some voices have pointed out Eloise's feminism as something white and privileged, and while this is not without merit, it's akin to rediscovering what others have already noticed, akin to Christopher Columbus "discovering" America.
Understanding the context in which "Bridgerton" unfolds is essential. The series is set in Regency England, between 1813 and 1825. This historical period is marked by a highly stratified and conservative society, where women, especially those of the upper class, were relegated to traditional roles and lacked basic legal rights. In this context, any discussion of feminism must consider the unique limitations and challenges of the time.
It is true that Eloise Bridgerton, being part of a respected family in English nobility, embodies many of the characteristics associated with the white and privileged feminism of the time. However, this should not diminish the value of her role in advancing feminist ideas in her historical context. It is thanks to women like Eloise, who challenged social expectations and dared to question the status quo, that doors were opened for future, more inclusive feminist movements.
On the other hand, when analyzing Penelope Featherington's role in contrast with Eloise Bridgerton's, intriguing nuances worthy of a more detailed critical exploration are revealed. Although both come from upper-class families, Penelope's experiences differ significantly from Eloise's. In the society depicted in "Bridgerton," Penelope is portrayed as a more marginal figure, overshadowed by the prominence and glamour of the Bridgerton family. She is often seen in the background, struggling to find her place in a world where her social status does not put her at the center of attention.
Throughout the series, Penelope exhibits a distressing lack of empathy and solidarity towards other women. Instead of fostering unity and support among her peers, her writings are propelled by feelings of envy, resentment, and desires for revenge. Striking examples of this include her actions to publicly reveal Marina Thompson's pregnancy, intending to undermine her relationship with Colin Bridgerton, or defaming individuals such as Daphne, Edwina, and Kate Sharma, often with no apparent reason other than personal gain.
Penelope's behavior as Lady Whistledown sheds light on her complex nature and motivations. While it may represent an attempt to find her voice in a world dominated by more powerful figures, it also reveals a tendency towards manipulation and selfishness. Ultimately, her role as the mysterious chronicler is more than just a quest for identity; it is a reflection of the moral and ethical complexities underlying the society of "Bridgerton."
In summary, asserting that Penelope is more feminist and hardworking than Eloise due to her role as Lady Whistledown is, at best, simplistic and, at worst, deeply misleading. Both women, while privileged in their own right, have chosen different paths in life and have faced their own challenges. However, the narrative of Penelope as a morally superior and more genuinely hardworking figure should be questioned in light of her actions and motivations, which often reveal a lack of integrity and empathy towards her peers.
It's important to note that when Theo confronts Eloise, questioning her understanding of the real world and her privileged position, Eloise doesn't reject this criticism but uses it as a catalyst to seek greater understanding. Recognizing the validity of Theo's observation, Eloise actively seeks to broaden her horizons. She engages in conversations with Theo and John, seeking to break free from the bubble of privilege in which she has lived so far.
On the other hand, Penelope takes a different stance towards her own privileged position. Instead of acknowledging her situation and seeking to understand the realities of those less privileged, Penelope vehemently denies any suggestion that she also benefits from the system. Rather than accepting her position of privilege, she portrays herself as a victim, despite her actions suggesting otherwise. Ultimately, this divergence in attitudes between Eloise and Penelope highlights the complexity of individual perceptions of privilege and personal responsibility in an unequal world.
PS: The comment: "Penelope saved Eloise by writing that she hung out with radicals, she doesn't know what it's like to be grateful" is shit. Whose fucking fault is it that the Queen is on a crusade with torches and pitchforks, looking for blood and a rolling head? From Penelope because she doesn't know when to keep her hand still and stop writing, if it weren't for Penelope, the queen wouldn't think that Eloise is Lady Whistledown, Penelope wasn't looking to help Eloise, she was looking to save her skin.
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gtzel · 3 months
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I drew @afraidparade ‘s oc’s Theo and Pazu
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torchwood-99 · 16 days
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Just gonna say it that there was more chemistry between Cressida and Eloise in that one little snippet than there has ever been for Colin and Penelope.
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alltimefail · 9 months
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Finding out there are people who read the Goldfinch who do not think Theo is some variation of queer will knock the wind out of you. Mind boggling, truly!!! Like there is no way we read the same book!!!!
Anyway heteronormativity must be one hell of a drug for some people, but it is rotting brains fr 🥴
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potterandpromises · 8 months
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Episode 7 is once again the Theo episode! This is not a drill! And he'll be framed as a potential love interest for Mabel, too.
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tunastime · 4 months
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Hiya!! how about 14 for the spotify asks?? :>
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hi theo!! i'm so sorry this took so long to get out to you!! merry christmas? happy holidays! this song always reminded me of ranchers, especially jimmy JSKDFHKJ I dunno what about it! I know the lyrics say "her" at some point, but it's so easy to trick myself into hearing "him". <3 anyway, enjoy!
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Tango taps the tip of his wooden sword against the ground.
"You're absolutely certain that this is a good idea, Jimmy?" he asks. About two paces away, Jimmy stands with his sword awkwardly balanced in one hand. He looks a little lost, holding the sword like it might cut him, despite it being poorly carved wood and not the gleaming metal sword sitting in its holster back inside their ranch house. But as soon as Tango speaks up, he steels his expression, grip changing on his sword to hold it with a bit more strength.
"Absolutely, Tango," he says, nodding. "I know what you've said—"
"PvP isn't my specialty," Tango hums, grinning. His tail flicks back and forth behind him. It might not be his specialty, but he'd be lying if it wasn't fun to whack his friends with practice swords—even if he ended up being the person with the most bruises. Jimmy laughs, rocking on his heels.
"I promise I'll go easy on you, yeah?" he says, leaning on the sword pressed into the earth. "I won't hit you too hard with the sword."
Tango barks out a laugh.
"That's good to know!" he says, shoulders shaking with laughter. Jimmy's, what, a head taller than him? And much broader, that's for sure, even how he stands with a slight curve to the tips of his shoulders, trying to make himself smaller. He steadies his stance, nodding in Tango's direction. Tango lifts his sword.
"You ready?" he asks. Jimmy nods, mouth curving into a smile.
"Just come'n hit me, Tango!" he quips.
He does.
He swings up and their swords clack together, Jimmy startling as he jerks to block Tango’s swing. Tango feels the jolt spike up his arm and oh, man, all at once does he remember how much he’s missed this. How often did he get a chance to just throw himself at his friends, not to mention that this was Jimmy, and not knowing Jimmy as well meant he couldn’t predict movements like he could with Impulse, or Skizz, and Jimmy shoves him back. Tango stumbles, steels, swings again, fumbling when Jimmy blocks with a bit more determination. Jimmy comes back around, switching the sword to his right hand, knocking Tango’s arm back. Tango wobbles, ducking the next swing, just barely, laughing as he does. Jimmy does, too, the sound bubbling up in his chest as Tango swipes left, trying to catch him off guard. It works for a moment, as Jimmy startles, fumbling with his sword, catching himself at the last moment to block Tango’s swing. They smack into each other, the side of Jimmy’s sword hitting hard into Tango’s knuckles. Tango yelps, jerking back, barking out a laugh as he drops his sword.
“Ow!”
Jimmy gasps, sword falling from his hand. 
“Oh my god!” he jerks forward, reaching for Tango’s hand. “Tango, I’m so sorry!”
Tango holds his hand limply as the pain spikes through it—it stings actually, it bites a bit bad, he won’t lie! He’s gotten his hands stuck in a few gears before, and this was pretty similar, if he had to put a name to the pain. Jimmy takes it gently between his own, looking over his swelling knuckles.
“Aw,” he tsks, frowning. He looks like a kicked dog, like that, Tango realizes, his brown eyes wide and eyebrows creased. All he needed were some floppy ears and he’d have the whole look sealed. “I think it’s gonna bruise.”
“That’s alright,” Tango says lamely, suddenly acutely aware of how gingerly Jimmy’s running his thumb over the not-so-bruised parts of Tango’s hand. It’s really nice. It kind of makes him think a little less about the pain and a little more about how he needs to bite his tongue before he says something completely stupid and dumb like:
“Worth it.”
Jimmy blinks at him. Then he grins.
“Really?” he snorts, wrinkling his nose.
Tango laughs, something a bit thin and wheezy, like he’s about to start coughing at any second from how it hits his throat wrong. Jimmy’s still holding fast to his hand, slightly clammy and pretty warm all things considered.
“Alright,” he says, finally swayed. “Maybe not. But that was fun!”
Jimmy gives his hand a light squeeze before he drops it.
“Well as long as you’re fine…” he hums, raising his eyebrows. Tango nods, sure and confident.
“I’m fine,” Tango says, stretching out his fingers. He can feel a bruise starting to form over his knuckles that’ll take a day or so to start turning colors, but for now he shakes it out, collecting his sword from the ground. “Nothin’ a little TLC can’t fix.”
Jimmy laughs again, tipping his head back. He shakes his head as he hefts the wooden practice sword onto his shoulder. Tango watches just for a moment. Maybe it’s something about the orange-yellow, almost-sunset light, or maybe it’s the yellow in Jimmy’s eyes, or some type of glow about him, but he looks nice. He looks a little disheveled, and a bit tired, and he’s still trying to catch his breath, but Tango smiles back at him like he’s the prettiest thing he’s seen in a long, long time.
“Let’s go get you some ice, yeah?” Jimmy says, waving him over. Tango nods. Of course he’ll follow.
(spotify wrapped ask meme)
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realistic portraits! sabbat style
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han-merlin · 7 months
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Olivier Giroud. AC Milan vs Genoa.
07 October 2023
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Clean sheet 🧤
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reggieblk · 6 months
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i finished reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt yesterday and i have a lot of thoughts and feelings about every single thing about it, but what I would like to address here, and it speaks for itself;
"8R, two keys and a combination padlock, 7522, the last four digits of Boris's home phone in Vegas."
- The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt, IV, chapter 9, X, page 532
and and and.....8 yrs later, the passcode is still the same.....it's the way Theo, 8 yrs earlier, didn't hesitate a second....it's the way Boris's home number guards Theo's dearest possession, the remnant of his mother, his very heart....it's the way it isn't Pippa's bday, or anything like that.....it's the way i sobbed when reading this line
(not to mention....not to mention....how "Popper" is "Popchyk" for as long as Theo gets back to NY and is with Hobie, never once Popper always Popchyk until.....until Boris comes back, and calls him Popchyk, and then, immediately, for the first time since Vegas, Popchyk is Popper in Theo's mind....because....because the rightful person who calls him Popchyk is back, and Theo no longer has to fill in for him, and, and, and--)
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spookyblazecoffee · 1 year
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Brett: Three years ago today, I married my best friends. Brett: Nolan, Corey, and Theo are still mad, but Mason, Liam, and I were drunk and thought it was hilarious.
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dujour13 · 4 months
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Secret Santa gift for my friend @offsidekineticist. Happy Holidays! 💕☃️💕
I hope you know I had to enlist the aid of both Ophenia and Woljif to piece this story together. Oh, that reminds me—(Siavash digs in his vest pocket and produces one silver bracelet, twelve gold pieces and a Chelish noble house signet ring)—with Woljif’s apologies. No questions asked about the ring.
I hope I got the main story beats right enough for art.
The half-orc druid I eventually tracked down in the Aspodell mountains told me Qweck was involved, but even my utmost attempts at diplomacy couldn’t prevent Qweck from slamming the door in my face, so I’m not sure where she fits into the story. There was also apparently a dinosaur? Or a golem made of dinosaurs? Anyway, here it is, as promised.
(He takes a sip of mulled Andoren wine and gives you a wink as he begins.)
🎶 The Ballad of Bellflower Hellfire 🎶
The Devil went down to Cheliax, she was lookin’ for a soul to steal She was biding her time at the scene of the crime In a gem that was magically sealed When Gil came across that necklace, offering vengeance and serving it hot And the devil grabbed hold of his heart in her claws And said boy lemme tell you what I guess you’ll do ‘bout anything to give them slavers their due And if you vow to serve me now I’ll lend a hand to you Now you’d make a damn fine Bellflower, boy All I ask is a soul or two I’ll bet the slaves you’ll free are worth that fee And it was true for all he knew And so the halfling set about with the fury of Hell in his hands Without a regret started paying his debts Freed his folk from their iron bands (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul Twas a rainy night in Brastlewark and Thay sat with his book And he heard the sound of rustlin’ around and went to have a look There stood Gil ‘bout to catch a chill And Thay in his distress, said come on down, you look half drowned And bundled Gil up good And thus began the heart-bond ‘tween the halfling and the gnome In the shadow of Thrune their sweet love bloomed, over cocoa snug at home (There’s a break with romantic picking, then a shift to an ominous chord) Til one dark day the news reached Gil that made his heart stop cold The iron glove of Hell came down and crushed all Gilly’s hope The Hellknights came, they were taking names, Mister Theo was their prey Gil shed tears of grief and rage - the Rack had taken Thay And Gil like Hell’s own vengeance on the wings of dragon black Rained down on Rivad fury and fire and laid to waste the Rack The only reclamation that was glorious that day Was Gil who stormed the citadel and rescued poor dear Thay (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul Thay in gloom of dungeon hoped for nought but Ph’rasma’s grace He held his ground, made not a sound as tears fell down his face The Rack had wrought their cruel work and yet his lips were sealed All he cared to pray for was an end to his ordeal When a signifier’s shattered mask was tossed between the bars And Theo raised his eyes and hope rekindled in his heart A little short for a Hellknight, Theo said through tears of joy Though they were trapped within the citadel the righteous would destroy In a desperate race for freedom the heroes stumbled toward the gates Paladins and Hellknights laid the citadel to waste As knights closed round Gil stood his ground o’er Theo’s tortured form As in his breast the fires of Hell let loose in violent storm (from this crescendo the tempo slows, becomes soulful) When Theo felt the heat of Hell and raised his heavy head And saw that Gil had rescued him but damned himself instead With failing limbs he lifted up and braved the flames of Dis To wrestle Gil from the Devil’s grasp and free him… with True Love’s Kiss (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul
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Note: Modeled after “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by the Charlie Daniels Band
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