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msbigredmachine · 11 months

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M.K.A.M. (My Kinda Morning) - Roman Reigns/Plus Size OC)

Who says birthday sex has to end after the birthday? Roman/Plus Size OC

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Plus Size OC

Warnings: SMUT all the way, lol

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: In honor of our Tribal Chief's 38th birthday and to celebrate his historic 1000-day title reign. Tumblr flagged my story so I had to upload it again🙄 Enjoy!

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Face Claim (Because Tumblr flagged it the last time)

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Birthdays occurred only once a year, so it was usually imperative that it was spent with the people you love. After nearly two months away from you, it was almost hard for Roman to believe that he was actually back in your arms and in your bed, and on his birthday no less. He wished he didn't have to leave you for such long periods of time, but you understood that it was the nature of the beast. You embraced this reality when you made the decision to start a relationship with not just a pro wrestler, but the champion and the face of the biggest wrestling company in the world. Still, he tried to compensate by putting pen to paper on a lighter travel schedule, as well as buying you a new dildo to keep you occupied in his absence. According to you, the dildo had gotten several workouts, and the daily, dirty text messages from him, outlining what he'd like to be doing to you, definitely helped too.

Yesterday was incredible. From the moment he called to inform you that his jet was en route to your city, you were completely beside yourself with the most erotic thoughts on exactly how you would celebrate his birthday. You weren't ashamed to admit that your hands had ventured between your thighs more than once during the day, barely paying attention to any of the meetings you were in, counting down the hours till you finally got to see him. When he showed up at your doorstep, you were naked and waiting. No surface in your loft was safe; the couch, the kitchen counter, your desk in your little office space, the stairs...you name it, Roman fucked you on top of it, only taking a break to eat some of the birthday cake you bought for him before carrying you up to your bedroom, where you spent the night licking buttercream frosting off your bodies and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

It was just past six in the morning, meaning you still had some time before you had to get up for work. Through the white sheer curtains of your bedroom window, the beautiful red and orange sunrise kissed the rich melanin of your skin. As the Tribal Chief watched the colors adorn your sleeping face, he felt his heart swell with renewed love and lust for you. He lay behind you, with your body cocooned in his warm and solid frame. You fit together perfectly.

He rested his hand on your hip, admiring the streaks of wavy stretch marks there. His sexy little tiger. He definitely had you mewling and purring like one when he put it on you last night. Faint lines of cake frosting smudged your brown skin, and he swiped each one with his finger and put in his mouth. He then let his hand travel along your waist, awed by the mouthwatering curves that belonged to him. Then, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back into him with a sigh. You seemed to still be asleep, and he really wanted to wake you up.

So, he started rotating his hips, pressing his morning erection against your sumptuous backside, nestling the impressive length between your ass cheeks. His hand slid up to your breasts, cupping one gently. As his finger grazed your nipple, you finally stirred. Your body shifted, causing your backside to rub up on his dick, and he grinded against you more purposefully, closing his hand tighter around your breast as he kissed your neck.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, your voice throaty and scratchy from sleep.

Roman nuzzled your shoulder, pressing another kiss to your skin. "I've missed you so much, my love."

He had shown you just how much last night. For hours. Your Samoan stallion possessed the stamina of three stellar athletes and you loved it. But right now... "I've missed you too. But I need to be up for work soon," you reasoned. You rolled onto your belly, which put a bit of distance between you.

"Call in sick. It's still my birthday," he implored.

"You know I can't, babe," you murmured, resting your head atop your crossed forearms, facing him and shutting your eyes. Your thick, sumptuous butt curved enticingly in the air thanks to your new sleeping position, prompting Roman to reach out to massage one of your cheeks, groping and squeezing the supple flesh in his palm.

It didn't surprise you to feel your pussy immediately tingle from his caress. His hands on you never failed to set your pulse racing. But you needed your rest. He already had you up all damn night, rendering your throat hoarse and your limbs like spaghetti. In another attempt to deter him, you rolled onto your back, your breasts and your womanhood on display.

Big mistake.

The Tribal Chief's eyes lit up like Christmas trees. His big hand cupped your breast again, thumbing the puckered nipple, then doing the same with the other. His fingertips made a delicate trail down the plane of your stomach, which spasmed from his touch. His fingers skimmed over your sensitive pussy lips, which were still tender and puffy from last night. He started to stroke you and you tried to squeeze your legs together to stop him, but he wasn't having that shit.

"Open your legs," he growled.

"Babe, I'm sleepy," you whined with a frown on your face, "I won't get up on time if we do this."

"I told you to call in sick. I'll handle your boss. It's my birthday and I want my present. Now spread 'em."

Fuck, you couldn't resist when he got all bossy and domineering with you. Of course, you relented, your legs falling open like they always did. Why did he have to look at you like that? He was so damn fine and he knew that shit. All it took was one look into that smoldering gaze of his and you were putty in his hands.

Your breath caught as he rubbed you faster, his body shifting much closer to you, reoccupying your space. His big beautiful dick pressed your upper thigh, damn near pulsating against your skin. You couldn't help but stare at it. Long and thick, accompanied by a heavy set of balls that made you drool.

Hovering over you, Roman smirked at your famished expression, and moved his fingers in small circles, spreading your wetness all around your folds. Then, he slowly sank them into you, his groan harmonizing with yours. He could feel how swollen you were from the pounding you took, but you were so wet his fingers slid in effortlessly anyway, your slick, hot flesh enveloping the digits.

"Baby..." you gasped, arching into him.

Your little squirms of protest had dwindled, which was how he knew he was slowly breaking you down. He moved in for the kill.

"I can eat it if you want," he offered, intentionally licking his lips that were a hair's breadth away from yours, and suddenly you wanted that mouth on you more than anything in the world.

"Mmm, yes please."

Bullseye. Roman sat up and kneeled before you, spreading your legs far apart and inspecting you down there. "That's the definition of a pretty pussy right here. All beat up and swole. Did I pound you good last night, baby girl?" he asked.

God, his voice. Deep and dripping with arrogance and sex as he talked dirty to you. It made your knees weak and your pussy moisten. "Yes, Daddy, it was so good."

His thumb stroked your pussy lips, fascinated by how fat and wet they were. "Gotta taste this sweet cunt again before I give you this dick, right?"

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Roman descended on you, spreading his mouth over your core. You were wide awake now, your hand on the back of his head while he went to work. You still tasted like cake, making you that much sweeter for his palette. He drooled all over that pretty pussy, causing you to moan and whine for him. Roman slurped on you a little more before bringing his eyes up to meet yours with a lick of his lips. You were breathing deeply with your mouth parted and irises low and lustful.

"Roman..."

Ducking his head again, he feasted heartily on you, not stopping this time around. Delicious, wet ass pussy that belonged in his mouth day and night. His huge hands glided up your torso before cupping your breasts. His tweaking of your nipples caused a flood, making his mouth so watery that with each suck, his saliva made its way down to the crack of your ass. Roman's mouth was hard at work, tonguing you down and French-kissing your meaty outer lips.

You were grinding his face now, your hands grabbing everywhere, the sheets, his head, his shoulders. Your ass clenched and your hips bucked as pleasure lapped at you with the same devastating impact as his tongue.

"Unnnh fuck, I'm comin', Daddy I'm comin'!" you cried and moaned and writhed on the bed. This man was going to be the death of you. You stared at him wide-eyed before your eyes rolled back as something inside you unlocked. Your neighbors could probably hear your scream as you came in his mouth. You pushed at his head, your body craving relief but not getting it, his dark chuckle vibrating against your pussy as he refused to free you from his clutches.

Your moans and screams made his dick so hard. Roman shifted forwards to pin your thighs down to your chest, his tongue still moving like a hurricane. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, but for him, you would do anything. In your spare time you would practice contorting your legs for minutes on end because you wanted to please him, because you deemed him worthy enough to step out of your comfort zone and take a little pain for. Besides, the pleasure you received in return was out of this world, so it was definitely worth it.

A weak gasp rumbled in your heaving chest as he started sucking on your clit, aiming to make you come once again. All you could hear were the wet, gushy sounds his mouth was making while eating you out, and it was enough to trigger you again. With your fingers digging into his hair, you welcomed your second orgasm of the morning with a pleasured moan. He ate you out so good your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion.

"Nah, keep your eyes open, sweetheart. I'm 'bout to tear this pussy up...again," he warned.

You could only watch, prone and helpless, as Roman crawled on top of you and made himself comfortable between your legs. He ensured to put all his body weight on top of you, and the feel of his muscles against your belly, chest, and thighs had your stomach doing flips. The softness of his full lips against your collar bone, with a generous helping of tongue, the scruff of his facial hair tickling you, made you exhale shakily. As he brought his kisses upwards, you angled your head to meet his lips. Your tongues twined around the other's for a couple of seconds before your mouths sealed together in sensual, intimate kisses.

Roman shifted his body above you, his hand slipping back down between your thighs, two long, thick fingers teasing your folds before breaching inside. He cupped your entire mound in his palm, massaging, working you until you were squirming and moaning his name. To further torture you, he ducked his head down, generously swirling his tongue around each of your nipples before sucking them one by one between his lips. The Tribal Chief found your titties irresistible. He loved them; couldn't stop touching and playing with them. Grabbing them with both hands, he flicked his tongue over them, getting them nice and wet, switching between sucking your nipples with his mouth and plucking them with his fingers. You could feel your pussy tense from the pleasure surging through your body. But you didn't want Daddy to feel left out, so you reached for his dick and started stroking him. His deep moan in reaction made you feel on top of the world.

"Mmm, that's it, make Daddy rock-hard," he whispered, watching the way you stroked and squeezed and teased him. You loved the weight and feel of him in your hand. A seep of precum made the head slick and elicited another surge of wetness between your legs. You strengthened your stroking motions along his shaft, biting your lip when he thrust briefly against your hand. With a harsh moan, he managed to break free from your intoxicating touch so he could focus on giving you the dick he promised.

Rolling you onto your belly, he maneuvered behind you, pressed your chest and shoulders into the bed, and raised your ass in the air, your knees spread wide with your feet close together and tucked under him. Perfect. He palmed each of your rounded cheeks, molding the flesh greedily in his hands. His cock strained against your pussy, and involuntarily, you moved your hips, desperate for contact. He took his dick and lined it along your slit, spreading your wetness around as he slowly worked the bell-shaped head inside you. Your bodies trembled seemingly as one as he filled you to the hilt, savoring the quivering of your pussy around his length.

"Daddy..." you moaned.

"Shhh, I gotchu," he hushed you with a low chuckle, caressing your body, making you feel good. His hands stopped at your hips and he started to move in and out of you, stretching your opening, holding back on you just a bit. He bent close to your ear, his lips ghosting along your jawline. "Talk to me, baby girl. Tell me you want it."

"I want it. Fuck me, Daddy."

"I know you do. Shit, you stay so damn tight. Good god, babe."

His breathing sped up and his grip tightened on your hips, letting out a deep, visceral groan as he thrust a little faster inside you. You fought the urge to scream as he went deep, burying himself in you. "Fuck, Daddy, yeah!"

With his fingers digging into the meat of your hips, he drilled your pussy, hard, his balls slapping against your clit. As much as you whimpered and moaned, you remained on your knees and took every inch like a champ. You could feel the head of his cock meet the bottom of your pussy with every thrust. It was a shock to your system, how deep he was in you, yet you could still feel him trying to go deeper, straining to be closer to you. Your pussy gripped him again and again and you had to bite into the pillow to contain your loud moans, your hands fisting the satin sheets. The mix of his spit with your cum caused your pussy to make the wettest, filthiest sounds as he fucked you. Eager to hear more, Roman circled his hips, pushing his dick right up against your g-spot, slapping your ass in time with his grinding strokes. Another groan escaped him at the sight of his glistening cock, covered in your juices, sending shivers down his spine. One last flick of his hips finished you off. It was an experience watching you release all over his cock, your pussy squeezing around him, your booty cheeks quivering from how hard you were coming.

"Shit." Your mouth fell open, your beautiful face twisted in blissful agony as you struggled to catch your breath.

Smiling proudly at his handiwork, the Tribal Chief squeezed and smacked your backside one last time before lying down on his back. "C'mere. Put that pretty mouth on my cock."

Managing to unravel your body from the position he twisted you in, you moved over to him and grabbed up his throbbing shaft, spreading the cream you left all over the intimidating length. You released a wad of spit on the tip of his cock and used it to lather him up nice and good. You licked along the side of his dick before taking him halfway into your mouth. Your man tasted so good, his flesh hard and smooth against the flat of your tongue.

"Mmmmm. Nasty ass mouth taking all that big dick. So hot. Suck that shit, baby, taste your pussy on it," he goaded.

You moaned at his words with your mouth full of his cock. Such a nasty shit talker, and it never failed to get your pussy Ieaking. Your hands rested on his thighs now, only working your neck and your wet, juicy lips up and down his length. You moaned on him again and it delivered a vibrating sensation to his dick, causing it to harden even more in your mouth. Easing up on him, you traced circles around his head with your tongue, drawing out pleasured gasps from him as he watched your every move with blown pupils. You took note of every little sound and moan of pleasure he made during sex...It meant you were doing him right, and you were learning to be even better to please both you and your sexy man.

"This my dick, Daddy?" you asked him.

"Yes, baby girl, it is, it's all yours." Roman hummed with satisfaction. You looked so fucking hot, slobbering all over his dick and giving it your undivided attention. His muscled hips bucked upwards to thrust in and out of your mouth. Pulling off your bonnet, he grabbed your hair and held you down on his cock, fucking your mouth over and over, at one point pushing himself so far down your throat that you made a startled sound of protest and popped him out of your mouth to glare at him.

"Hey! You tryna make me gag?" you warned.

Roman merely shrugged. "Damn right. I ain't apologizing, neither. Don't stop. Keep sucking me off."

"Asshole. You lucky I love you." You shifted your focus to his balls and used your lips to tug and pull each one while stroking his flesh pole at the same time. You could hear his gasps, feel him fidgeting, his fingers in your scalp, thanks to your ministrations. You were driving him crazy and you both knew it.

"Fuck, shit, your mouth feels so good on me, girl...you gon' make me come...Damn..."

Roman grunted deep and his big hand yanked you by your neck, shoving his dick back in your mouth where it belonged. With a firm push of your head, you swallowed him up again with a moan. Done with the games, your head bobbed up and down, dragging your lips along his cock in a tight seal, pumping him in your fist, working him into a frenzy.

"Baby, baby," Roman called for you, his balls growing tighter and tighter. Heat bloomed in his belly and his toes twisted. His fingers trembled in your hair as he erupted in your inviting mouth, emptying inside you for the umpteenth time in several hours. You caught every drop of his warm seed without making a mess. Releasing him, you opened your mouth to show him his morning nut.

"Damn, you got all of it," he moaned, taking your chin in his hand and inspecting your mouth. "Good girl. Swallow it and let Daddy see."

Obediently, you swallowed down his load, opening your empty mouth again as proof. Roman growled and crashed your lips together, savoring the tastes of you and him on your tongues. "My baby is such a good girl. Lay back down for me."

"Yes, Daddy." His dazed expression had you giggling while you moved around the bed for him, wiping the excess spit from your mouth. As soon as you were on your back, he pushed your legs up and out of the way. Grabbing the base of his dick, he wasted little time entering you again, holding himself up so that he could drop all this dick down in your pussy. You stared up at him, your lips parted almost in shock; he was so hard and so deep. You looked from his dick to his face again in a euphoric daze. He was rock-hard and digging into your wetness, the lewd sounds echoing around the bedroom. You went to rub your clit but he smacked your hand away.

"Uh-uh, hands off my pussy. I warned you last night about touching this pussy without my consent." As punishment, he picked up the pace.

"Oh my god," you gasped.

His grin was wicked as he watched you push at his abs to no avail. "Haha, I ain't going nowhere, baby. Take this dick like you took it last night. I ain't pulling out neither, you know Daddy don't like to pull out. Now hold your legs up for me."

Before you knew it, you found yourself clasping your calves and rearing your legs further back, allowing him to have his wicked way with you. You were trapped beneath him with nowhere to run, just how he liked it. He rocked that big ol' dick into you, grinding his hips in the most artful way, his body rolling, ebbing, flowing, plunging, making you feel every inch and making you fall in love with him all over again.

And to think, people called missionary boring. The man you were fucking made sure no position was boring. Not many women were as lucky as you were, to have a passionate, attentive partner who knew exactly how to please you.

"You fuck me so good, baby," you praised him, your voice a high-pitched, breathless mewl. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet.”

"Uh huh, you’re making a mess on my cock. I love it. You know I love taking care of my girl and my pussy," he answered, leaning down for a tender kiss.

"You always take good care of me, Daddy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, my sweet girl." Your affirmations seemed to turn him into an animal, as his thrusts became harder, deeper, rougher, the big bed rocking from his forceful movements. He could see your grip on your legs slipping so he grabbed them for you, pinning them down to the bed by the back of your knees. Your toes curled in the air as he kept up his electrifying strokes. The heat you felt creeping up was so strong that you shut your eyes tightly in anticipation. A flood of warm liquid gushed out of you and all over his already creamy dick, making you both moan out loud. When he slipped out of you, you shivered, and then just about fainted when he crept downwards and put his mouth back over you.

"Unnnhhh shiiiit..." you breathed, as he slowly worked his tongue in and around that sweet spot he had since mastered, slurping up your cum juice. You squirmed and squealed helplessly, tears springing to your eyes as another delicious climax built up inside you. Your head fell back onto the bed, incapable of doing any other thing except moan and cry. Too spent to scream, you could only make strangled sobs as another orgasm wracked your body yet again.

When he glided his dick back inside your now sensitive cunt, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Roman groaned as you tightened around him, your walls suckling him inch by inch. Bracing himself up with his powerful arms, he nudged your legs up onto his broad shoulders, giving you the perfect view of your pussy taking all his big dick. You turned your head every which way, your weakened body bouncing from the moderate pace of his thrusts. Roman chuckled in amusement at your reaction, his deep, raspy laugh almost taunting.

"Aww, you don't wanna look at me, beautiful? Can't handle how good this dick is?" he teased, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before swiveling his hips around and around, burying himself inside you. "Mmm, you like this, don’t ya? I can tell you like it. You're squeezin' the shit outta my dick. Bet you're feeling real good right now..."

More than good. You were as wet as a waterfall and floating high as a kite right now. Your head arched back into the pillows as he kept putting that dick in your stomach, your voice now hoarse from all your moans and cries. Roman brought his face closer and reacquainted his tongue with yours, absorbing your moan as you tasted yourself in his mouth. In turn, you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Through the haze of passion, you honed in on the sounds of pleasure he was making, the relentless steadiness of his strokes, driving into you with enough momentum to sink you into the sheets.

"God, your pussy is incredible, baby," he murmured under his breath between heated kisses. "Goddamn...I'm 'bout to fill that pussy up, put a damn baby in you."

The waves of searing pleasure rolled outward from where your bodies connected. Roman felt the pull as his balls tightened, inducing him to fuck you harder, faster. You could feel it too, and you reached behind him to rake your nails down his lower back, desperate to end this before you lost control of all your senses and capacities. That small slice of pain was enough to push the Tribal Chief over the edge, your name grinding past his lips as he spasmed inside you. He forced himself as deep as he could down your pussy, emptying his cum in you. Your muscles clenched around him, milking every drop, pulse after pulse of almost painful pleasure mixing with the roaring in his ears. The twitching of his dick ignited another shockwave through your whole body, making you tremble one last time in his arms in a spine-tingling, bone-melting orgasm of your own.

When it was all over, you crawled away from him, lying spread-eagled, gasping for air, your hair a mess. He lay sprawled beside you, gently tracing the love marks he left on your backside and hips. You were too tired to even turn your head, so you missed the victorious smile on his face as he surveyed the 'damage' he caused.

"You good, baby?" he asked you, his fingers massaging your waist in small soothing circles.

There was a faraway look in your eyes. You felt woozy, your body weak and sore from pleasure. You did not mince your words when delivering your assessment. "You a damn demon."

The twinkle in his eye was just as devilish. "And you love it," he replied with a confident smile, "Am I right, sweetheart?"

Fuck. This man was indeed going to be the death of you. "You know you are," you said softly. Craning your head to check the time on your phone charging on the nightstand, you kissed your teeth tiredly. "I'm gonna be so late."

"I thought I said you should call in sick. Here, let me do it for you." He picked up his phone and searched for a contact. You spied the name he was calling and had to fight back a smile.

"I should never have given you my boss' number," you griped, albeit good-naturedly.

"Come on. He loves ya boy," he chortled. He was right, your boss George was a huge wrestling fan and worshipped the ground Roman walked on. You half-listened to their conversation, holding back a giggle at the serious professional tone your man was using. Severe food poisoning, he said grimly, that it did not look good, and he was taking you to the hospital shortly. He put his phone away with aplomb. "See? Done. I told you Daddy always takes care of his baby girl," he said proudly. "Now we can stay in bed all day and eat more cake, among...other things."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you would have laughed if you weren't so exhausted. Thank God you didn't have to get up anymore. You allowed him to wrap his big arms around you, and you snuggled into him, letting him envelop you in the loving protective way he always did. A happy sigh left your lips as you felt his own press against your temple, whispering words of love to you, permitting you to fade back to sleep, completely and utterly satisfied.

THE END

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Thoughts? The Bloodline may be falling apart but our smut will never die, lol.

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roo-roo-roo · 7 months

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Hi, this is my first time making a request and I'm a little nervous. English is not my first language so if I am wrong I apologize.

Esto puede ser bastante largo. Me preguntaba si podrías escribir la reacción de los líderes del dormitorio, Floyd y Rook, Romántica, pero si te gusta Platónico, eso también es perfecto. sobre una lectora que es una estrella, la lectora fue creada en un universo donde las estrellas son seres adorados desde que nacen, la lectora que se cansa de ser adorada todo el tiempo entonces sale al mundo (galaxia), a experimentar los diferentes tipos de lugares, otras galaxias, planetas, etc. (el lector puede viajar a donde quiera cuando quiera, y este tipo de estrellas pueden copiar cualquier cosa, ya sea voz, apariencia, poderes, etc.), el lector llega a un retorcido país de las maravillas. de curiosidad. La lectora usa pronombres femeninos, es alguien de baja estatura, como todas las estrellas sus ojos tienen estrellas jsjskd, ojos morados, se inclina más por gordita en forma de reloj de arena, cabello negro y como es estrella puede que también lo tenga muchos años de edad (entre 10 mil o 5 mil).

Mi explicación es bastante larga, me emocioné a mitad del pedido jdakdk. Espero que te sientas cómodo con esa petición.

A Prefect Who Came From The Stars

Dorm Leaders, Floyd, Rook x Female!Reader

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Hello, Prefect! Thank you for this lovely request! I absolutely love your idea and I thank the Sevens that translators exist! I would definitely miss out on such a cool prompt. Despite my creative drive, I had to split this one into three parts because I fear that Tumblr won't be able to handle extremely long posts. Not to mention, I have an upcoming midterms exam tomorrow (oh my...). Thus, I hope this will satiate your excitement for even just a moment. I will update the post with links once I upload more.

❝ 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

Heartslabyul was just as lively as ever. Another unbirthday celebration was organized at the dorm, this time in style. Pastry towers were meticulously put on enormous plates, and dessert containers resembled pyramids displaying a variety of items. As the breeze caresses your black hair, you immediately inhale the aroma of fresh roses. Following Riddle's overblot, the dorm got a little less rigid. However, this does not excuse anyone from accountability.

"Ace! I strongly advise you to stop this madness immediately!" Despite his petite stature, the inhabitants of his dorm dreaded the housewarden of Heartslabyul. “Oh, c’mon Riddle! It’s just a little frosting. The world isn’t ending now, is it?” Except for one, that is…

Ace struggled to respond as he crumbled in fits of laughter along with Grim. Apparently, the first-year student decided that it would be fun to fling a spoonful of cake frost. Not at Riddle. No. Ace wouldn’t do that on his own volition. It was supposed to be for Deuce, but he missed the mark by a long shot. Riddle breathed deeply, refusing to debate with rage. One hand was gripping the armrest of his luxurious chair, while the other rubbed the bridge of his nose. A small giggle escapes your lips as you reach for a napkin to delicately wipe the icing off his cheek. “It’s alright Riddle, there’s no need for you to be upset. Today is a wonderful day to have fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Riddle remained frozen on his chair. Hearing your exquisite voice was a new kind of dessert that Riddle enjoyed. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to chat. However, he continues to feel nervous, yet giddy when he does have a chance. “I s-suppose so…” He muttered under his breath. Wishing for your touch to last an eternity rather than a moment.

The party went smoothly as the hours passed and it was nearing its end. Riddle had started a toast to close off the event. A new ritual right after each party where he would give thanks to everyone, emphasizing you, of course. If he could, he would spend hours pouring his heart out for you, and only you. But we all know that he would never admit that out loud. Unless you bat your pretty star eyes at him…

“Miss Y/n, will it be alright to request some of your time before you go? I… I have something that I wish to show you.” You turn around to see Riddle extending his hand for you to take. The party ended a while ago, yet you were still here. Trey had asked for your assistance with a few things while he persuaded Grim to join Deuce and Ace on the way back to Ramshackle. Cater was apparently busy with a few things, so you accepted. Little did you know, Trey caught wind of what was going on between you and the housewarden. His best friend was easy for him to read, after all. “Why, of course.” You agreed and placed your hand on his, “you wouldn’t mind if I joined Riddle, right Trey?” Turning back, you see Trey shaking his head. “No! Not at all. You two have fun while I finish things up.” He nods to both of you, proud of his choice to keep you busy enough for his friend to gather some courage.

Riddle then leads you into the dorm, meandering through the corridors and up the stairs. You saw something in the way he held you. Always so gentle, always so elegant. It was as if he made sure you didn't shatter like a glass ornament. The idea of his delicate touch never leaving your form made your heart skip a beat. It was different from the worship that you received throughout your life. You both end your journey on a balcony that oversees the vast maze they had. As you step out and lean on the railings, golden hues envelop your form. The sun began to set right in time for Riddle to see this picturesque moment. Again, he was frozen, observing you from behind. The breeze that came next made the scene even more immaculate.

“Oh, it’s getting a bit cold. The view here is amazing though! Do you often spend teatime here? Because if I were you, I would.” You wrap your arms around yourself to remain warm until you feel another pair embrace you. “Yes… I do. Though, I wish I had someone like you to keep me company.” Riddle whispered. His voice had a wisp of melancholy and uncertainty. Hoping that you were fine with him giving into his desires for a moment. Of course, you were. You were doing everything it took not to melt him into nothing as your body started to heat up in embarrassment. Burying his doubts, you turn around in his embrace and cup his face with both your hands despite being flustered. There was no need for words between the two of you. All that was left were hidden feelings to be felt. And it was all washed away with relief as he kissed you for the first time.

“My apologies. You were just… simply irresistible.”

*Click* *Snap*

“This is like- sooo Magicam worthy! #Couplegoals!”

❝ 𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

“Where the hell is he?!”

Scratching his head, Ruggie looked lost in Night Raven’s botanical garden. Sure, he had visited the garden multiple times, however, he had been here for quite a while. Struggling to find what he was looking for, or who he was looking for. “I’m sure he was here, he did inform me a while ago before class started.” You replied, pushing a few leaves aside as you helped Ruggie search for the missing royal. You and Leona were… a case yet to be solved. You see, when you first came to Twisted Wonderland, Leona was skeptical. Your scent was different from the others. He first thought that you were some type of fae just like Malleus, but the idea wasn’t enough for him to settle with. You were something more, something he couldn’t understand. Thus, staying away from you was the best option in his mind. While the others would praise you and flock to your energy, he would stay behind and scoff at them. He didn’t have the energy to deal with you. He’s got other things on his plate.

You, on the other hand, were intrigued. He obviously wasn’t like the rest and that made you want to know more about him. So, you followed him around like a second tail. Always seeking him out, curious as to why he would avoid you. You would continue your search for an answer by helping Ruggie bring him food. Even going as far as to help him in his studies despite his reluctance. Slowly, Leona would lower his guard down just a smidge. He would still question you and your advances, but he would never admit that your company would make his day a little more interesting.

As you continue to look for Leona, Ruggie has gone to the other side of the garden. He suggested that splitting up would make the search faster before the next class starts. Your starry eyes dart everywhere as you walk around. Suddenly, a loud yelp caught you off. Making you flinch and look down. “What the hell?! By the Sevens, Herbivore! Do the stars in your eyes make you blind or what?!” Leona growled, sitting up from the patch of grass he was lying on. Apparently, it looks like you’ve stepped on his tail by accident. “Oh! Oh no… I’m so sorry Leona! I swear it wasn’t my intention-” “Save it. What do you want from me? I’ve been hearing you scream and run around the place like an idiot.” He cut you off, questioning you with a groan.

Did he hear you all this time? If so, why didn’t he bother to respond? Sometimes you think about how insufferable the young royal is. You’ll never say that out loud though. He might throw you off a cliff back at Savanaclaw. He’s strong enough to do it with one hand if he wishes despite your stature. “M-Me and Ruggie were looking for you. He brought you lunch as you requested. I wanted to help him out because he looked stressed today.” You mumbled, shifting in place as Leona glared daggers at you. He was irritated. He really was, but he couldn’t help himself from caving in. You were annoying but cute. “Oh? Were you really? It seems that you’ve been using that damn excuse every time you want to see me.”

Ah… You’re on your own with this one, Prefect.

“N-No I… That’s not-” You gave out a little squeal as Leona yanked you towards him before you could complete your statement. Your head is now resting on his chest, as he reclines on the patch of grass. “Don’t test my patience, Herbivore. You’ve been taking a lot out of my naps, so you owe me.” Grumbling under his breath, he shifted and faced you. For the first time, he was able to take every part of you in. With your dark hair sparkling even under the shade and your glowing eyes, he kinda gets the appeal now. He tucked a strand behind your ear, observing you closely. Gliding his thumb across your soft lips.

“Y/n...”

“Yes, Leona?”

“You're starting to look a bug the more you stare at me with those big eyes of yours.”

“Excuse me?!”

While the two of you lay and joke around on the grass, Ruggie ends up munching on the sandwich that was meant for Leona while watching the scene in front of him. He had just found the two of you but decided that it would be best to keep some distance. Not only because Leona was enjoying himself for the first time in a long while, but it was also because he was feeling a bit petty towards the both of you. So what? You’re not gonna tell him that you found Leona already? Ruggie thought you were here to help him. Now, he thinks that it would be best for Leona to starve a little. He’s pretty sure that the lazy royal already had his fill by having you alone.

❝ 𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

“Ah! Miss Y/n! Such a delight to have you here at the lounge again.”

Greeting you with a bow, Azul delicately placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. You were a bit wary of Azul even after the fiasco you were dragged into by Ace and Deuce. Despite your adversity, the manager of Mostro Lounge would always make a statement with his “warm” welcomes. “ Come. Let us continue our meeting in my office.” Before you could protest, Azul swiftly whisked you away. His hand rests on the lower part of your back while the other holds yours. It was like he was waltzing you through the hallways. Despite the caveats that come when one interacts with him, he does have that charm. I mean, it does help with the business, right Prefect?

“There you go~ Is the seat to your liking? I was able to redecorate the place a few days ago. I made sure to choose something soft enough for your figure. It would be a shame to provide the bare minimum for such a being like you~” Azul muses as he circles the large desk he has after guiding you to your seat. “And what do you have up your sleeve this time, Ashengrotto? I’m assuming you didn’t call me for nothing, no?” You quirked a brow. It was unusual for the manager to waste the minutes that passed by. He would always make sure that business meetings would stay short and straight to the point. Time is money after all. Unless… this isn’t about business.

“Hmm? Is it strange for me to ask for your company without anything in return?” He hummed. His gaze was focused on the papers that he was signing, paying no mind to your reaction. Though, he would pay the Seven all of his money to give him an eternity for him to spend on you. “Yes, it is. The others would always tell me that you like things to be snappy, yeah?” Crossing your arms, you lean back and squint. His eyes shift to your celestial ones, narrowing as he smiles even more. He always thought of how funny it was that a small being like you could get all feisty. The contrast between your heavenly aura and tone of voice is what he loved about you ever since you two met. The moment made it seem like sparks were flying around him. Azul never would've realized how much he needed you if Jade hadn't pointed out how his habits have changed. He even wanted to present you with a contract, but ultimately, he decided against it.

"My dear… As much as I want to continue my teasing, I want you to know that I genuinely adore your presence. Albeit your wary behavior, I truly believe that I am the best version of myself whenever you're here." He sighed, leaning over his desk and resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. "Azul… you don't even know anything about me." "Then let me." He quickly responded, getting up from his seat. He made his way to you, offering his hand right after taking off his gloves. With hesitance, you placed your soft hands on his. It was warm, you thought. You realized that this was the first time Azul had shown a piece of his true self. His glasses no longer carry a glint of his sinister intentions like they used to. It was just Azul behind them.

"Let me know you. Let me know what you want—what you need. You have plagued my mind ever since we met and it hasn't gotten any easier for me. You keep me awake at night and bring my thoughts somewhere else during the day. What would it take for you to tell me what and who you are?" Azul breathed deeply, wishing that he wasn't so sensitive when it came to his feelings. He always wanted to pour his heart out, but he realized that you constantly avoided praise from your peers. He didn't want to drive you away any further. That would do no good to his heart.

He wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body. Your plush figure was enough for him to feel a little lightheaded. You tried to think of an appropriate response while clinging to his suit. "Do you have any other meetings today? I'm afraid it would take a while for me to tell you my story." You fidget, earning a breathless chuckle from Azul. "There is nothing for you to worry about. You have me for the rest of the day~"

Rather, the rest of his life if the Seven would let him.

"Ah! There you are, Azul. We just saw the Prefect leave the lounge-" Jade stopped in his tracks with Floyd in tow. Both of the twins stare at their boss, a teasing grin slowly etched its way on both of their faces. "Hmm? What's the matter with you two? Wha- Hey! You better stop that Floyd or else I'll cut off this week's pay!" Floyd giggled in response. "You got something on your cheek there, boss!" He continued to smush Azul's face to get a closer look. Azul groaned in disdain, trying to pry the twin's hands off. "I was about to ask you if everything had gone smoothly, but it seems that you have already answered my question." Jade teased, covering up his grin. "What- Arg! What do you mean?!"

Turns out, you wore some tinted lip gloss and it left quite an impression on Azul.

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malikoutee · 6 months

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She's filled with secrets

[FR] Petit hommage à l'oeuvre de David Lynch et Mark Frost, Twin Peaks, avec ce portrait de Laura Palmer. [EN] Small tribute to David Lynch and Mark Frost's work, Twin Peaks, with this portrait of Laura Palmer. _________________________________________ Toute utilisation ou reproduction est formellement interdite. Any use or reproduction is strictly forbidden.

#twin peaks #laura palmer #david lynch #sheryl lee #fire walk with me #illustration #traditional art #traditional artist #watercolor

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Latin Spell chants for BG3

I did not make this list! It was made by ExoZilla in r/BaldursGate3 but I wanted to share it here! This list is from early access, so it only has up to level 2 spells, but honestly the chants stay similar for higher level spells. Some of these might have also changed since EA so take that with a grain of salt, anywhere here’s the original post:

Disclaimer: I do not speak Latin. Some of my spelling/translations/syntax are going to be wrong. Most of them are from Wikipedia, random websites, and context clues. Also, if anyone knows the chants I wasn't able to translate/translate correctly, feel free to correct me.

Cantrips:

Fire Bolt- Ignis (Fire)

Ray of Frost- Glacies (Ice)

Acid Splash- Acido (Acid)

Blade Ward/Guidance/Thaumaturgy- Maior et Fortior ("Greater and Stronger")

Chill Touch- Timere ("Be afraid!")

Dancing Lights/Light/Produce Flame- Fiat Lux/Sol Invictus (“Let there be light”/“Unconquered sun”)

Eldritch Blast- Dolor* (Mental/Physical Pain)

Mage Hand- Veni et iuva me ("Come and help me!")

Poison Spray- Venenum (Poison)

Resistance- Resisto ("I resist")

Sacred Flame- Incende ("Set fire!")

Shillelagh/Flame Blade- Para bellum/Canto te ("prepare for war"/"I enchant you”)

Shocking Grasp- Fulgor (Levin or flash)

Thorn Whip- Flagellum, Flagello/ ?? verum (to flagellate, whip/"?? sweep")

True Strike- N/A

Friends- N/A

1st level Spells:

Armor of Agathys/Barkskin/Bless/Enhance Ability/Jump/Mage Armor/Shield of Faith- Macte virtute ("Be blessed with virtue")

Arms of Hadar/Inflict Wounds- Morere ("Die!")

Animal Friendship- Obedi me/Obeus temeum lupum ("Obey me"/??)

Bane/Ray of Enfeeblement- Tu est nihil (“You are nothing”)

Burning Hands/Scorching Ray- Ardere (To burn)

Charm Person- Impero te/Tempora muntante ("I rule you”/“Temporary change”?)

Color Spray/Blindness- Te occludo oculos/Caecus te("I blind your eyes"/"I blind you")

Command/Ensnaring Strike/Sleep- Impero tibi (“I rule you”)

Create Water- Lues/Aqua pura (Plague, pestilence?/“Clean water”)

Cure Wounds/Healing Word- Te curo/Vis medicatrix* (“I cure you”/"healing power")

Destroy Water- Arescere/Arere decimos ("Become dry"/"Become ten times as dry"?)

Disguise self- Mutatis mutandis/Omnia mutatio (“With things changed that should be changed”/“Change it all”)

Dissonant Whispers- Dolor ("Mental/Physical Pain")

Entangle- Voco vinae/Vinum est et gloriat ("I call forth vines"/??)

Faerie Fire- Te video/Ubi est ("I see you”/“Where are you?”)

False Life/Aid- Vitae extollato/Dum vita est spes est ("Life raised"?/"While there is life, there is hope")

Feather Fall- Non fit injura/Se neme ("There will be no injury/harm"/??)

Find Familiar/Goodberry/Moonbeam- Ex textura (“Weave from the outside”?)

Fog Cloud- Voco nubes ("I call forth clouds")

Grease- Voco arvina ("I call forth grease")

Guiding Bolt- Facula/Flagra ("Little torch"/"Blaze/be inflamed")**

Hail of Thorns- Dia denum (??)

Hellish Rebuke/Flaming Sphere/Spike Growth- Ira et dolor ("Wrath and pain")

Hex- Maledicus/Te exsecror (Abusive, scurrilous/“I curse you”)

Hunter’s Mark- Est praedae mae/Mos certa (“You are my prey”/"Certain death"?)

Longstrider/Expeditious Retreat- Proprae/Ocior/Citium (??)

Magic Missile- Tormentum (a piece of artillery/missile)

Protection from Good and Evil- Tueor/vincit qui patitur (To watch over, protect/“he conquers who endures”)

Ray of Sickness- Inficio ("Infect")

Speak with Animals- Amicus animales/Loqui ut tibi placet (“friend of animals“/“To speak as you please”?)

Tasha’s Hideous Laughter- Rezum teniates??/Reza sabuntat?? (??)

Thunderwave/Shatter- Detono (Thunder/"Expend one's thunder")

Witch Bolt- Harures (??)

*Non-Tav/NPC exclusive line

2nd level spells:

Blur- Incomodo?/Nullus sui ("Inconvenient"?/"None of him/her/them")

Darkness- Tenebrum/Umbra (Darkness/Shadow)

Darkvision- Lux en tenebra/Secretum curaro (“Light in darkness”/??)

Detect Thoughts- Video veritatem/Virtus est scientia (“I see the truth”/“Virtue is knowledge”)

Hold Person- Non movere/Ad lapide (“You do not move”/“To stone!”)

Invisibility/Pass Without a Trace- Evanesco/Invisibilis (To vanish, disappear/ self-explanatory)

Lesser Restoration- Te absolvo/Vincere est vivere (“I absolve you”/“To conquer is to live”)

Melf’s Acid Arrow- Dissolvae (Self-explanatory)

Mirror Image- Fronte nulla vides/Mundus vult decipi ("No faith in the front"?/“The world wants to be deceived”)

Misty Step- Inveniam viam/Ad alibi (“I will find a way”/"To elsewhere")

Prayer of Healing- Fiat voluntas Dei/Ad maiorem Dei gloriam (“May God’s will be done”/“For the greater glory of God”)

Protection from Poison- Résistance venenum (“resist venom/poison”)

Silence- Silencio (Self-explanatory)

Web- Voco arenea ("I call forth a spider's web")

#baldurs gate #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spells #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale fanfic #Gale Dekarios fanfic #liv posting

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The Secret History of the Invincible II

Chapter 1: Seams Pull Apart

Summary: “How much do you remember?” he asked suddenly. “About…you know.”

“About the wormhole,” you said, because one of you had to say it, and it may as well be you.

It's been months since the Invincible safely landed on a new planet to build humanity's first colony among the stars, and the Captain has been working very hard to ensure that the colony has everything it needs. But now that everyone's getting settled, it's time to sit down with the colony's official historian and give a report to send back to earth about the Invincible's voyage...and the Captain must choose how much to reveal about what really happened

Ships: Platonic the Captain and everyone, with an emphasis on the Captain & Mark.

Content Warnings: Just a lot of discussion of everything that went on in ISWM itself, and hurt/comfort as the characters try to process that and work through it. And guilt. SOOOOO much guilt. Fun!

Word Count: 2,857

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for a long time, of how the Captain and Mark would move on with their lives after everything they went through in the wormhole, and I'm excited to finally start posting it. Enjoy!

*If you like to read on AO3, check the notes for a link!

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With a sucking whoosh and a swirl of blue energy, you suddenly found yourself back in your cryopod. You looked around, heart sinking as the pod’s interface whirred to life in a painstakingly familiar sequence.

*Software update complete*

“Good morning, Captain! We are currently *error* years into our journey. Coffee is en route. Current ship status is absolutely catastrophic. In-in-initializing emergency wakey-wakey protocol.”

The cryopod spat you out and you crumpled your hands and knees on the deck of the bridge. The alarm lights flashed an incessant red and the ship’s emergency klaxons blared in your ears, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You couldn’t even bring yourself to stand up. It wasn’t over. It would never be over. You’d thought that maybe this time, you’d actually done it, but who were you kidding? This would go on forever.

“Reviving head engineer.”

“Captain?”

You looked up at Mark, who was stepping out of his pod with a frown on his face.

“Does this feel-”

The air warped around him and his form glitched between different versions of himself, settling briefly on one with a tattered uniform, skin marred by burns and his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

“You let us die, Captain,” he said, his voice low and distorted, before he glitched back into his normal self.

“-familiar to you?”

“Mark-” you staggered to your feet, but before you could speak, he glitched again, and Celci stood in his place.

“It never ends, Captain,” she said, her face covered in frost and her goggles glowing blue. “No matter what you try, nothing can save us from this nightmare, and it’s your fault.”

“Celci-”

Her body warped and it was Burt now, digital rain running down his face.

“I'll tell you what I know,” he said. “Storm clouds are gathering... the wind is gonna blow... the race of man is suffering .”

“This is why we shouldn’t have trusted you,” Gunther’s voice said from behind, but when you turned, it was the alien from the Universal Stability Agency standing there, her clothes torn and blood pouring from her mangled eye socket.

“It all comes down to bad leadership ,” the alien said in Gunther’s voice, then they continued in their own. “All those worlds...all those people...gone. Because of you.”

“Seeing things, Captain?”

The voice was low in your ear and you whirled around, just in time for the bridge’s main control console to burst into flames.

“Fire on the bridge! *Error* Life support systems failing. *Error* Automatic fire suppression system offline. *Error* Failsafes offline.”

Instinctively, you turned towards the fire extinguisher, but found yourself stuck to the floor and unable to move, ice slowly creeping up your legs.

“*Error* Captain offline.”

A wall of fire and shrapnel barreled towards you as the console exploded, engulfing the bridge in flames. As the heat swarmed around you, you felt a deep despair settle in your heart, like a physical weight. It didn’t matter that the explosion would kill you. Nothing mattered anymore.

Not even death could save you from your fate.

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Your eyes flew open and you gasped, lurching upright to find yourself in your bedroom, safe and sound. Cool night air filled your lungs, a stark contrast to the blazing fumes from your dream.

Dream? Or memory?

You pushed the thought away and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You knew from an unfortunate amount of experience that there was no point in trying to get back to sleep after one of these dreams. You slid your feet into your slippers and made your way into the kitchen, overriding your coffee machine’s programmed start time to brew a pot right away.

“Coffee always helps,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed a mug from your cupboard.

And it really did.

True, coffee couldn’t keep the nightmares (or the memories) from rising up and plaguing your mind, but the strong scent and bitter taste was grounding, as was the gentle *drip drip drip* of the machine in the quiet hours of the morning. The caffeine boost didn’t hurt either, and throwing yourself into the next day’s work was typically enough to silence any lingering thoughts floating inside your head.

Tonight, however, was anything but typical.

Normally, you’d instruct your computer to read out tomorrow’s schedule for you, but there was no need; you already knew what it would say.

*Senior Crew Meeting with Colony Historian – All Day*

You cupped your mug in your hands, letting the warmth seep into your palms as you leaned against the counter.

The historian had been nothing but cordial, assuring you that while they’d blocked out the full day for the interviews, it would most likely only take a few hours out of the morning, if that. You hadn’t argued the point, unsure of how to even explain why it might take longer to chronicle the Invincible’s journey than the historian expected. That was if you even decided to give the full, true account of what had happened.

If, indeed, it had even happened at all.

You shook yourself and rubbed your eyes. Suddenly, stuck within the confines of your apartment walls was the last place you wanted to be while you waited until it was socially acceptable to be out and about. Still holding your coffee in one hand, you grabbed a jacket from where you’d draped it over the back of a chair the day before and slipped out your front door.

Your apartment building was one of the first permanent residences that had been built after the initial groundwork of the colony was laid. It stood near the center of the settlement and housed most of the Invincible’s crew, including her entire senior staff. As Captain, you’d been given a large unit on the top floor, which conveniently meant that you were only one flight of stairs away from the roof.

The rooftop was little more than a barren expanse of concrete and loose gravel, though eventually there were plans to plant a garden, and you could see why. You’d only come here once or twice before, but the view of the colony below and the sweeping landscape of your new planet stretching out beyond it made it the perfect spot to create a cozy little gathering space. For now, though, it would be a decent enough place to wait out the rest of the night alone.

Or at least, alone in theory.

Illuminated by the dim glow of the streetlights below, a single figure sat on the edge of the rooftop, their legs dangling over the edge of the building.

“Mark?”

He turned, surprise written on his face.

“Captain? What are you doing up here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said as you approached. “It’s nearly four in the morning.”

“Is it?” He asked, and you nodded. “Huh. Didn’t realize it’d gotten that late. Or, early, I guess.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“Oh...who’s to say? It’s easy to lose track of time with a view like this.” He gestured, but not down at the colony or the dense woods surrounding it. His eyes were fixed upward, and when you followed his gaze it was easy to see why.

Thousands upon thousands of stars dotted the night sky, with nary a cloud in sight to obstruct them from view. The largest of the planet’s three moons was also fully visible, and one of its smaller sisters was just beginning to poke over the horizon.

“Wow,” you whispered. “They’re so much brighter here than on Earth.”

“No major cities here yet,” Mark responded. “No light pollution to obstruct our view. And it’s gonna stay that way, if I have anything to say about it. What’s the point of a new planet if we treat it just like the old one?”

You hummed in agreement, before folding your legs beneath you and sitting beside him.

“Yeah...it would be a shame to waste this second chance,” you said quietly.

Mark glanced over at you for a moment, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he looked away again.

“You never did say what you were doing here, Captain.”

“You didn’t either,” you countered, and he pressed his lips together in a firm line.

You were both quiet for a moment, one beat of silence that threatened to stretch on into infinity with barely an acknowledgement before Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he said with a shrug. “That’s all.” He looked over at you again, and this time he let his gaze linger. “...could you?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “Too many…thoughts in my head, I suppose.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” he said with a nod. “Have you…” he hesitated, then seemed to steel himself. “Have you been having that problem often, since we…since our voyage?”

The unspoken question hung heavy in the air between you, and you swallowed down your nerves.

“Fairly often,” you said quietly. “You?”

“Yeah,” Mark said, sighing again. “Same here.”

You fidgeted beside him, unsure of how to proceed. It wasn’t like the two of you had been avoiding each other since you landed, you worked together nearly every day of course. But aside from Mark’s quiet “ thank you” when you’d first arrived here months ago, neither of you had even remotely acknowledged what had happened between you in the warp core. You weren’t even sure how much he remembered, and aside from that brief moment on the bridge, Mark had seemed completely fine, throwing himself fully into building the colony without a single sign of discomfort.

Though maybe , you thought now as you took in the tension in his shoulders and the tightness at the corners of his eyes, he was just very good at hiding it.

You knew you should say something, you needed to say something; not only were you Mark’s captain and therefore responsible for his well-being as a member of your crew, but you were his friend. Or at least, you hoped that after everything, you were still friends.

“Mark, I-”

“How much do you remember?” he asked suddenly. “About…you know.”

“About the wormhole,” you said, because one of you had to say it, and it may as well be you. Mark winced, and you took that as a sign to continue. “Everything.”

“ Everything everything?” Mark asked, and you nodded. “So…you remember what I did then,” he said, pulling his legs up and leaning his arms on his knees.

“What you did?” you repeated, and he rolled his eyes.

“If you’re trying to spare my feelings then I appreciate it, but you don’t have to bother. We both know that I...I caused all of it.”

"Mark, it wasn't-"

"Don't you dare say that it wasn't my fault," he interrupted, shooting you a glare. " I went back in time, I sabotaged both ships, I built the warp core. It was my fault." He laughed, hollow and empty, and for a moment you were back on the Invincible II , watching him fall apart in front of you all over again.

"You were just doing what you thought was right," you said slowly. "That's all any of us were doing. You had no way of knowing-"

"I did though," he insisted. "You told me, remember? You told me not to use the warp core, not to go back. But did I listen? No. I lost faith in you, trusted the word of that alien lady over yours, and I nearly destroyed everything."

It’s not like I gave you a good reason to have faith in me in the first place, you wanted to say, but you thought better of it. As much as you wanted to stew in your own guilt, trying to shift the blame onto yourself wouldn’t help Mark feel any better about his part in it all.

"Do you know why I told you not to go back?" you asked instead. "How I knew that you would even try? You told me not to let you. You said that you lost hope, but you never stopped trying to fix your mistakes, right up until the very end."

Mark opened his mouth to speak, but he froze, confusion written across his face.

"I...I told you?" he looked down at his hands and nodded carefully. "I…I did tell you."

"Mark…” You frowned. “How much do you remember?"

“Um…everything,” he said slowly. “Or at least, I assume it’s everything. It’s strange…sometimes I can’t pin the memories down quite right. Almost like I’m trying to remember a dream.”

“I almost thought it was a dream,” you said, leaning back to look up at the sky. “When no one acknowledged it when we landed, I thought maybe it was some side effect of the cryosleep. I asked Celci though, and she said that the brain doesn’t enter REM in cryo. So I just figured I was the only one who remembered.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Mark admitted. “And it’s not like I could tell someone about it without them thinking I was crazy.”

“It’s not the easiest thing to explain,” you agreed.

“ Right? ” he said, so loudly and suddenly that you jumped a little. “How would you even do that, like, ‘oh, guess what, I was transported through a wormhole across space and time and can remember living and dying over and over and have the memories from a dozen different universes all jacked up in my brain! Take me to the looney bin!’”

He grew more and more animated as he spoke, arms waving around before he finally let them fall back to his sides with a huff, and you swallowed.

“Mark…you’re not crazy. You know that, right?”

He hesitated, for just a bit too long for your liking before he answered.

“I know. It just…it feels crazy. I don’t even know how to begin sorting through everything in my head.”

“I understand,” you said quietly. “Believe me, I do. I’ve been trying not to think about it, but lately I can’t help but wonder…” you trailed off, your gaze slipping from Mark’s face down to the mug of coffee cooling in your hands.

“Yes?” he prompted, and you sighed.

“The historian interviews are tomorrow,” you said bluntly. “And I’m not sure whether to tell them the truth.”

Mark let out a breath, and you glanced over at him just in time to see him rest his chin on his fist.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” he admitted. “Until tonight, I wasn’t sure that it was worth the risk. I didn’t want to lose everything I’d worked so hard to build…not again.”

You opened your mouth to reassure him that he wouldn’t, but you couldn’t quite make the words come out. After all, how many times had the two of you lost the ship, the crew, the colony? How many times had you lost each other?

“But you know what I think now?” Mark continued, looking over at you. “I think that that’s exactly why we need to tell them what really happened. To try and stop it from happening again, to somebody else.”

“To somebody else?” you asked.

“As far as command back on Earth is concerned, this mission has been one hundred percent successful,” he explained. “I mean, it sure looks like it on the outside. Everyone is alive and healthy, the ship made it here safely, the colony is thriving. And the Invincible herself was a prototype...if she was successful then there were plans to fully reverse engineer the warp core for other ships, other missions…” he trailed off as your eyes widened, the full impact of his words settling over your shoulders.

“We can’t let that happen,” you whispered, and he nodded.

“We have to tell them. We can’t…. I can’t let my mistakes be repeated. No matter the consequences.”

He wrapped his arms around his legs, shrinking in on himself, and you swallowed. Slowly, you reached out a hand and placed it on his shoulder.

“Our mistakes,” you corrected quietly. Mark shot you a small smile, and you returned it as best as you could. “I’ll be there to back you up, one hundred percent,” you continued. “And…”

You paused, unsure if you should complete your thought, but Mark made the choice for you, reaching out to return your gesture, taking your arm in a steady grip.

“And I’ll do the same for you,” he said. “I’m behind you all the way, Captain.”

You looked at him, his face illuminated by starlight, and for a moment all you could think of was all the times you’d failed him, all the times he’d suffered because of you. But his gaze held none of that anger, that resentment that you’d seen from him before. And if you could trust him, after everything, was it really so inconceivable that he could still have faith in you?

“We got into this mess together,” you finally said, squeezing his arm. “And we’re going to get through it the same way.”

Mark nodded as the first rays of sunlight began to peek over the planet’s new horizon.

“Together.”

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A list of Latin spell chants collected by ExoZilla on r/BaldursGate3

Useful recourse for RP and fanfiction writers

Disclaimer: I do not speak Latin.

Cantrips:

Fire Bolt- Ignis (Fire)

Ray of Frost- Glacies (Ice)

Acid Splash- Acido (Acid)

Blade Ward/Guidance/Thaumaturgy- Maior et Fortior ("Greater and Stronger")

Chill Touch- Timere ("Be afraid!")

Dancing Lights/Light/Produce Flame- Fiat Lux/Sol Invictus (“Let there be light”/“Unconquered sun”)

Eldritch Blast- Dolor* (Mental/Physical Pain)

Mage Hand- Veni et iuva me ("Come and help me!")

Poison Spray- Venenum (Poison)

Resistance- Resisto ("I resist")

Sacred Flame- Incende ("Set fire!")

Shillelagh/Flame Blade- Para bellum/Canto te ("prepare for war"/"I enchant you”)

Shocking Grasp- Fulgor (Levin or flash)

Thorn Whip- Flagellum, Flagello/ ?? verum (to flagellate, whip/"?? sweep")

True Strike- N/A

Friends- N/A

1st level Spells:

Armor of Agathys/Barkskin/Bless/Enhance Ability/Jump/Mage Armor/Shield of Faith- Macte virtute ("Be blessed with virtue")

Arms of Hadar/Inflict Wounds- Morere ("Die!")

Animal Friendship- Obedi me/Obeus temeum lupum ("Obey me"/??)

Bane/Ray of Enfeeblement- Tu est nihil (“You are nothing”)

Burning Hands/Scorching Ray- Ardere (To burn)

Charm Person- Impero te/Tempora muntante ("I rule you”/“Temporary change”?)

Color Spray/Blindness- Te occludo oculos/Caecus te("I blind your eyes"/"I blind you")

Command/Ensnaring Strike/Sleep- Impero tibi (“I rule you”)

Create Water- Lues/Aqua pura (Plague, pestilence?/“Clean water”)

Cure Wounds/Healing Word- Te curo/Vis medicatrix* (“I cure you”/"healing power")

Destroy Water- Arescere/Arere decimos ("Become dry"/"Become ten times as dry"?)

Disguise self- Mutatis mutandis/Omnia mutatio (“With things changed that should be changed”/“Change it all”)

Dissonant Whispers- Dolor ("Mental/Physical Pain")

Entangle- Voco vinae/Vinum est et gloriat ("I call forth vines"/??)

Faerie Fire- Te video/Ubi est ("I see you”/“Where are you?”)

False Life/Aid- Vitae extollato/Dum vita est spes est ("Life raised"?/"While there is life, there is hope")

Feather Fall- Non fit injura/Se neme ("There will be no injury/harm"/??)

Find Familiar/Goodberry/Moonbeam- Ex textura (“Weave from the outside”?)

Fog Cloud- Voco nubes ("I call forth clouds")

Grease- Voco arvina ("I call forth grease")

Guiding Bolt- Facula/Flagra ("Little torch"/"Blaze/be inflamed")**

Hail of Thorns- Dia denum (??)

Hellish Rebuke/Flaming Sphere/Spike Growth- Ira et dolor ("Wrath and pain")

Hex- Maledicus/Te exsecror (Abusive, scurrilous/“I curse you”)

Hunter’s Mark- Est praedae mae/Mos certa (“You are my prey”/"Certain death"?)

Longstrider/Expeditious Retreat- Proprae/Ocior/Citium (??)

Magic Missile- Tormentum (a piece of artillery/missile)

Protection from Good and Evil- Tueor/vincit qui patitur (To watch over, protect/“he conquers who endures”)

Ray of Sickness- Inficio ("Infect")

Speak with Animals- Amicus animales/Loqui ut tibi placet (“friend of animals“/“To speak as you please”?)

Tasha’s Hideous Laughter- Rezum teniates??/Reza sabuntat?? (??)

Thunderwave/Shatter- Detono (Thunder/"Expend one's thunder")

Witch Bolt- Harures (??)

*Non-Tav/NPC exclusive line

2nd level spells:

Blur- Incomodo?/Nullus sui ("Inconvenient"?/"None of him/her/them")

Darkness- Tenebrum/Umbra (Darkness/Shadow)

Darkvision- Lux en tenebra/Secretum curaro (“Light in darkness”/??)

Detect Thoughts- Video veritatem/Virtus est scientia (“I see the truth”/“Virtue is knowledge”)

Hold Person- Non movere/Ad lapide (“You do not move”/“To stone!”)

Invisibility/Pass Without a Trace- Evanesco/Invisibilis (To vanish, disappear/ self-explanatory)

Lesser Restoration- Te absolvo/Vincere est vivere (“I absolve you”/“To conquer is to live”)

Melf’s Acid Arrow- Dissolvae (Self-explanatory)

Mirror Image- Fronte nulla vides/Mundus vult decipi ("No faith in the front"?/“The world wants to be deceived”)

Misty Step- Inveniam viam/Ad alibi (“I will find a way”/"To elsewhere")

Prayer of Healing- Fiat voluntas Dei/Ad maiorem Dei gloriam (“May God’s will be done”/“For the greater glory of God”)

Protection from Poison- Résistance venenum (“resist venom/poison”)

Silence- Silencio (Self-explanatory)

Web- Voco arenea ("I call forth a spider's web")

#bg3 #baulders gate 3

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 9 months

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CATCHES ONE'S EYE INSTANTLY AND IS A DESIGN MASTERPIECE IN EVERY WHICH WAY -- THE CAMPARI SODA BOTTLE.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the eternal design icon that is the conical bottle in which Campari Soda is still sold today. The futurist design was created by painter, sculptor, and graphic artist Fortunato Depero (1892-1960).

A SMALL HISTORY: "After the Bitter Campari and Cordial Campari, respectively ruby red drink and liquor with macerated raspberries in cognac, the company of Milan’s Davide Campari launched on the market in 1932, exactly Campari Soda, or Bitter with the addition of soda. The drink was no longer being served with the siphon, but already mixed in the right doses in comfortable glass bottles in the shape of an inverted cup.

The bottle was ordered to Bordoni glassware in the early thirties and had to be made of frosted glass with two embossed lines at the base with the words “SPECIAL PREPARATION, Davide Campari & C. MILANO”, while in the center field was to appear as "CAMPARI SODA." All these features, combined with the special shade of red and the absence of the label, instead of the typical alcohol on the market, made of Campari Soda a product that broke conventions and, because of its shape and the advertising psychology, opened new sales strategies. Interesting to note that the registration of the name “Campari Soda” in 1932 served to secure the name of the product consists of the words “Campari” and “Soda”, but the three-dimensional mark could not be deposited (shape of the bottles, embossed character of the name) because of the lack of a legal definition.

The success of the new drink is due also to the fact that Campari expanded the scope of the product by installing supplying machines in public places, by inserting a coin, they released bottles. The distributor was completed by a figure conceived and always realized by Depero which reflects the inverted cone reason, the same as the bottle. The Trentino artist had long worked on this figure, elaborating several sketches from the early years of the association with Campari, which began in 1924. It can be assumed therefore that the company had to study the Campari Soda at the end of the twenties and that Depero had been responsible for providing the first plans for an advertising presentation, projects that were later used in the early thirties.

Davide Campari had the merit of being among the first Italian industrialist to notice how advertising could influence in a decisive way the visual perceptual faculties of the consumer. The partnership with Depero did not tie only to the design of the product, indeed. The Rovereto artist produced an enormous amount of sketches, ink, collage of colored papers, plastics for advertising projects, of which only a fraction was then realized. In 1931, demonstrating his commitment also in the publishing field, he published the Numero Unico Futurista Campari, a collection of graphic and poetic creations of advertising, combined with the launch of the Manifesto dell’Arte Pubblicitaria Futurista."

-- FERMO EDITORE (Italian blogspot), "Depero and the Campari Soda bottle: an history lasting 80 years," by Fossella Romito, c. October 2017

Sources: www.fermoeditore.it/en/blog-en/depero-and-the-campari-soda-bottle-an-history-lasting-80-years-2, Pinterest, L'Italo-Americano, Italy On This Day, Briasco Distribuzione, Biber Architects, various, etc...

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swift-knigth · 2 years

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𓂃 ⋕ 𝗦𝕚𝗹𝕧𝗲𝕣 - 𝗠𝕠𝗼𝕟 ֶָ֪

→ Personajes Canon

⚔️ ▸ Lord of the rings - The Hobbit

• Arargorn

• Legolas

• Thorin Oakenshield

• Frodo Bolson

• Bilbo Bolsón

• “Sam” sagaz Gamyi

• Boromir

📀 ▸ Matrix

• Neo

• Trinity

• Bugs

• Sati

• Lexy

• Berg

✨ ▸ Marvel

• Bucky Barnes

• Steve Rogers

• Howard Stark

• Peter Quill

• Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

• Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

• Quentin Beck

• Clint Barton (Boyd Holbrook)

• Sam Wilson

• Darcy Lewis

• Pietro Maximoff

• Charles Xavier

• Bobby Drake

• Alex Summers

• Logan Howlett

🐺 ▸ Teen Wolf

• Isaac Lahay

• Theo Raken

• Scott McCall

• Liam Dunbar

• Derek Hale

• Chris Argent

• Peter Hale

🧬 ▸ Divergente

• Cuatro

• Christina

• Uriah

• Zeke

• Tori

🕯️ ▸ Stranger Things

• Max

• Nancy

• Steve

• Billy

• Lucas

• Robin

• Joyce

• Hopper

🎈 ▸ It (Kids & adult versions)

• Bill Denbrough

• Eddie

• Richie

• Ben

• Mike

• Beverly

🧟‍♂️ ▸ The walking dead Universe

• Troy Otto

• Nicolás Clark

• Alycia Clark

• Madison Clark

• Glenn Rhee

• Carl Grimes

• Abraham

• Aarón

• Daryl

• Alden

• Luke

🏃🏻‍♂️ ▸ Maze Runner

• Newt

•Thomas

• Minho

• Mark (Virus letal book)

• Alec (virus letal book)

• Darnell (Virus letal book)

⚖️ ▸ DC

• Clark Kent

• Diana Prince

• Steve Trevor

• Oliver Queen

• Roy

• Mon-el

• Kara Danvers

• Alex Danvers

🗡️ ▸ Cazadores de sombras

• Alec

• Jace

• Clary

• Isabelle

• Magnus Bane

🩸 ▸ The Vampire diaries *(Sin estrenar)*

• Stefan Salvatore

• Niklaus Mikaelson

• Elijah Mikaelson

• Jeremy Gilbert

• Luke Parker

• Enzo St John

⚰️ ▸ Crepúsculo

• Alice

• Jacob

• Jasper

• Edward

☠️ ▸ Hunger games

• Peeta

• Gale

• Finnick

• Katniss

🔮 ▸ Harry Potter

• Viktor Krum

• Fred Weasley

• George Weasley

• Ron Wesley

• Draco

• Hermione Greanger

• James Potter

• Sirius Black

• Remus Lupin

• Cedric Diggory

✡️ ▸ El conjuro

• Ed Warren

• Lorraine Warren

• Drew

📚 ▸ Libros

• Patch Cipriano

• Will Trainor

• Artemis Hidalgo

• Percy Jackson

• Nico Di Angelo

▸ Otros

• Jack Frost

• El cazador (Blancanieves)

+ Personajes de Jurassic World

+ The witcher

+ Las crónicas de Narnia

→ Personajes out - canon

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Chris Evans/Nick Jonás as Nathan Williams

⤷ 32 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ intentando algo

Henry Cavill as Christopher Black

⤷ 35 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ En algo

Liam Hemsworth as Alexander Blackwell

⤷ 29 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ intentando algo

Tom Holland/Andrew Garfield as Daniel Lombardí

⤷ 24 años ⟩ bisexual ⟩ intentando algo

Dominic sherwood as James Blackwell

⤷ 27 años ⟩ bisexual ⟩ soltero

Matthew Daddario as Evan Black

⤷ 25 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ en algo

Dylan Sprayberry as Dylan Blackwell

⤷ 20 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ soltero

Cody Christian as Derek Mitchell

⤷ 21 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ soltero

Dylan O'brien as Connor Breaker

⤷ 26 años ⟩ bisexual ⟩ soltero

Daniel Sharman as Mattheo Blackwell

⤷ 23 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ soltero

Sebastián Stan as James Lockwood

⤷ 37 años ⟩ bisexual ⟩ soltero

Michel Morrone as Máximo Black

⤷ 34 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ soltero

Joseph Morgan as William Blackwell

⤷ 38 años ⟩ bisexual ⟩ soltero

Paul Wesley as Adam Fox

⤷ 34 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ soltero

Daniel Reynolds as Jake Mitchell

⤷ 32 años ⟩ Bisexual ⟩ soltero

Ben Barnes as Viktor Mitchell

⤷ 30 años ⟩ bisexual ⟩ en algo

Lucas Lyngard as Matthew Blackwell

⤷ 21 años ⟩ bisexual ⟩ soltero

ᴄʜɪᴄᴀ

Gal gadot as Brooke Black

⤷ 32 años ⟩ Heterosexual ⟩ soltera

Courtney Eaton as Mackenzie Blackwell

⤷ 24 años ⟩ Heterosexual ⟩ En algo

Mellisa Benoist as Katherine Breaker

⤷ 27 años ⟩ Heterosexual ⟩ intentando algo

Zendaya as Alex Blackwell

⤷ 26 años ⟩ Heterosexual ⟩ soltera

Katherine McNamara as Hayden Fox

⤷ 25 años ⟩ Heterosexual ⟩ soltera

Emeraude Toubia as Isabelle Black

⤷ 25 años ⟩ Heterosexual ⟩ soltera

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mamaholistica · 2 years

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COURT : the camarilla court of the san francisco bay

[ID: a bleached skull in a black iron crown, against a swirling red background; titled in white COURT: Camarilla court of the San Francisco Bay; second image is a sepia-toned map of the Bay Area, marked by boundary lines and cities /end]

Recently turned over from an Anarch Free State to a new Camarilla realm, the Bay’s court of 2004 is populated by over-confident ancillae, who have largely forgotten they were ever rebels.

WIP Intro // WIP tag

↳Prince

…and Primogen of Clan Tremere, Regent of the Chantry of Ashen Flame, Warden of the City and Peninsula

◦ Petra van Allen // 10th Gen Tremere, e.1839 // Lord of Palo Alto

The driving force behind the revolts that once displaced the camarilla, Petra was the iron in her husband’s silk glove. Lacking Barty’s charisma, her typical harsh rule is characterized as Camarilla standard. The crown is all she has left of their dream.

↳Archon (“visiting”)

◦ Jan Pieterzoon // 7th Gen Ventrue, e.1723 // freelander of Nob Hill

The kingmaker and ultimate overseer of the Bay’s transition to Camarilla rule, almost none of his extensive plans have gone accordingly. He expects further disturbance.

↳Seneschal

◦ Matthew Monroe // 9th Gen Ventrue, e.1873 // freelander of Nob Hill

Once, the first childe of the original Ventrue primogen, Monroe fled the revolts and has only returned recently with the Camarilla en force. His loyalists alone, though, outnumber almost any other faction. The threat is implicit. It makes genuine reform difficult.

↳Sheriff

◦ Daphne Katz // Caitiff, e.1935 // tenant in SoMa

Seemingly come out of nowhere, no one (least of all Katz) knows who sired her or where they went. Regardless, her skill as a detective is unmatched. The Frosts saw her through early nights. Despite their depravity, she maintains professional relationships with the twins.

↳Primogen Council of Representatives

…↳Ventrue

◦ Colton Frost // 10th Gen Ventrue, e.1840 // Lord of Downtown (Financial, SoMa, Tenderloin, Chinatown)

One half of a dynamic duo of brother-sister twins, the Frosts were instigators of the Bay Revolts, alongside Petra and her late Ventrue husband. As mortals, they were opportunistic outlaws scouring the Gold Rush. Little changes. Now, they run the original Circulatory System — a human-trafficking organization to provide clean blood to any and all. Half food pantry, half entertainment.

…↳Toreador

◦ William Randolph Hearst // 10th Gen Toreador, e.1914

The creator of fake news and America’s most reviled propagandist, Hearst’s media empire still stretches across the nation. Conventionally old-fashioned, his wealth, excess, and charmlessness is infamous. High clan rebels kept him around as a target for the Anarchs to vent hatred against — a role he is more than happy to play.

…↳Malkavian

◦ Basil Dior // 11th Gen Malkavian, e.1810 // Lord of Nob Hill

Childe of the late primogen, Basil and his brother-in-Blood were unorthodox features. Basil was clean, well-dressed, with a class of Old World French-Carribean accent and tales of his exploits as an art thief. Truman was a creepy psychologist with an almost fascist level of obsession over obeying power, prone to “helping” fledglings. Basil got the job. Truman was ousted to the East Bay — good riddance.

…↳Brujah, and Warden of the East Bay

◦ Sylvester “Sly” Enriquez // 12th Gen Brujah, e.1982 // Lord of Oakland

A leader of one of the two main Anarch gangs, Sly slipped into the role by accident. His sire was legendary — and disappeared in 1993. Sly couldn’t waste nights at punk clubs in Oakland or freeload anymore. People looked to him. Still do, even though he’s barely older than any of them. The crown hopes a little power in his hands will disable his burgeoning revolution.

…↳Nosferatu, and Keeper of Elysium

◦ Natasha Fox, “the Dame” // 11th Gen Nosferatu, e.1930 // Lord of the Mission

A freak show tattooed woman, the Dame was thrilled to discover her art survived the Embrace. She found a place in the City’s underbelly, eventually sliding among leather and BDSM crowds. While not beautiful anymore, she’s ethereal. Utterly otherworldly. She is also deep in debt to the Demure family for denying her clanmate Zephyr his rightful title.

↳Herald

◦ Tala Naquil, “the Songbird” // 12th Gen Toreador, e.1962

The radio host of the Bay, she’s been trying to escape Hearst’s slander and influence — to no effect. Not even Zephyr has given his hatred pause. To most, the Songbird isn’t worth crying over. Petra has a soft spot for the neonate, though, and trusts her to carry the royal word.

↳Warden of the South Bay

◦ Zephyr // 10th Gen Nosferatu, e.1907 // Lord of San Jose

The mysterious tycoon and inventor of Silicon Valley, Zephyr allows few to live or operate in his domain. His brood keeps a tight hold. SchreckNET and fingers in the hearts of mortal tech giants keep him relevant — even when the City thinks to disregard him. However, he might still have a curious relationship to nearby Tremere and secrets even from his brood.

↳Harpies

◦ Thomas Demure // 11th Gen Toreador, e.1862 // tenant of Sausalito

A jewelry designer from the east coast, no one lets him forget his Bostonian origins. Most know him as mild-mannered, even shy, but a death in the family a few years ago changed him. Everyone glared at each other, wondering who killed the fateful childe. Harder, colder, there’s a viciousness beneath the surface. He’s finally used his age, power, and brood to their full effect. The matriarch and his mate, Eleanor, rarely leaves the North Bay town of Sausalito.

◦ Rodrigo Demure // 12th Gen Toreador, e.1908 // tenant of Sausalito

First a ghoul, fernangled into position as the chief architect of rebuilding San Francisco after the 1906 Earthquake, Rodrigo has continued his work across the Bay. He has a trusting humble demeanor. Few kindred give a second thought on letting him design their havens. After all, who will he tell?

◦ Sophia Demure // 12th Gen Toreador, e.1962 // tenant of the Haight

An original hippie of Haight-Ashbury, she retained old contacts and even friends of the generation. Now, fading into irrelevance, her philosophy of peace and love wanes thin. She was closest to the Demures’ dead childe.

◦ Gavin Demure // 12th Gen Toreador, e.1972 // Lord of the Castro

A tattoo artist of the Castro, before the Plague Years, Gavin has finally given his approval to the Dame and ended a decades-long rivalry on Thomas’ orders. Most know it’s not genuine. Gavin refuses to ink her. She wears no token from Thomas. Her domain wasn’t designed by Rodrigo. Still, there is an eternity between what is said and what is meant.

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