I voiced Her Imperious Condescension and Broadway Jake voiced Dirk. Confused yet? Good <3
Well, well, well, what have we here?
The Prince of Heart, huh?
Oh, I’m really scared
So you’re the human who’s woken up on Derse, ha, ha, ha
You’re joking, you’re joking
Let me see your eyes
You’re joking me, you must be
This can’t be the right guy
He’s anime, he’s yaoi
I don’t know which is worse
I guess I’ll have to knock him off
His highest, princely horse
When the new Black Queen says
You’re going to fail your mission
You should pay attention now
‘Cause I’m the Condescension
And if you aren’t bowing
There’s something very wrong
Because I won’t let you get away
Once you’ve heard the Condesce song,
Obey the Condescension
Well if I’m feeling crafty
And I’ve found that you’re awake
I might just bake a special batch
Of alpha children cake
And don’t you know the dreamer
That makes the whole thing work?
A Crocker cake is not complete without a little Dirk
Oh, yes, I’m the Condescension
You like to think you're the mastermind?
Well /I'm/ alive so /you're/ behind.
Ya can't restrain the Strider bane,
Cuz news flash Pinky, I'm the Brain.
You’re joking, you’re joking
I can’t believe this boy
Lord English, are you hearing this?
This nonsensical ploy
It’s pathetic, it’s tiring
Your blood is just so low
So now, I think it's about time
That I turn you into dough
Every human has this blood color...
I guess that means you all should die then. Ha ha.
On 2x3 prong day
The whole world’s fate was sealed
Because I’m a mean Dersite Queen
And I change the playing field
It’s much more fun, I must confess
When the advantage becomes all mine
I’ll take you all out, one by one
And this game’ll turn out fine
Just abandon your goals
Oh Queen of Trolls
You're on the shit list of the destroyer of souls
Oh, human, you’re something
The facade that you present
Only shows that you just do not know
Who you are up against
It’s worse than you imagine
You haven’t got a prayer
How do you expect to outrun him
When he is already there?
Ha ha ha Good luck~
DIRK Suck my dirk...
FUCK MY LIFE I SPELLED CONDESCENSION WRONG IN THE ORIGINAL POST FUCK FUCK FUCK
I NEED THIS WHERE CAN I DOWNLOAD THIS OH GOD OH LORD eargasm
cries and screams silently and rolls over and screams a little more
it’s not enough that i should love you, you should be me
excuse me while I listen to this over and over and over
Benedict Cumberbatch — Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, - That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; And mid-May’s eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - To thy high requiem become a sod.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now ‘tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?
How…I mean…do they ever actually meet? I know you can make up a lot of head-cannon in order to ship them but I cannot seem to fathom why this is a thing…
I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m not bashing it, I just don’t understand it.
Additionally, it’s the idea that both of them deal with Sherlock a) in an ‘official’ manner (Lestrade in crimes, Mycroft in top secret government stuff), and that neither of them deal with him 24/7 (ala John and Mrs. Hudson). Neither of them despise him (as do Anderson and Sally), nor do they love him (ala Molly). I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that they’ve had the occasional conversation about how annoying he is.
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. Autolatry - The worship of one’s self. Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage. Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling. Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain. Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures. Agelast - A person who never laughs. Wanweird - An unhappy fate. Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did. Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot. Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out. Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. Baisemain - A kiss on the hand. Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.