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nebulousbrainsoup · 10 months

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Hard hours, you say? 😈

I am usually not so bold with requests. And it's quite early. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ But they got me acting up with this comeback. Specifically, Mr. Song Mingi. Just so damn disrespectful. I can't even function. 🫨

Anywhoooo. Pretty please, may I request crossing paths with sharp shooter Mingi at a bar?

You're the best and I hope all goes smoothly with your health appointments. *hugs* 🫰🏿⛰️💜

no YOU'RE the best noona 🥺 💛 the health appointments are health appointmenting in true us healthcare fashion 🤪 but I just got the first scan scheduled so there's progress!! hugs 🫂 🫰🏼sorry this took forever, my body decided it needed more than 4 hours of sleep lmaO

ANYWAY mingi has also been wrecking the absolute HELL out of me too, and he knows what he's doing to us. all the outfits??? the energy his bringing??? and i've been having so so many thoughts about the body roll in the mv like. sir that was FOUL. got me thinkin about those hips 😵‍💫 plus the "You could be my doll" line in Dune????? hello????? let's add him to the EVOLVEverse crew, shall we?

lil bit of crack at the end sorry i HAD to

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smut & warnings below the cut, 18+ enjoy & minors don't touch :)

tags/warnings: fem!reader, outlaw!mingi, sharpshooter!mingi, ft. 2ho, pwp, no use of y/n, language as always, mild alcohol use, gun (singular), i know he's our soft boy but he's quite ominous, use of pet names (doll, baby, slut), slight dom!mingi, i'm on my big dick mingi agenda, semi-public sex (empty bar), oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight overstim, unprotected sex (crowd booing), lil bit of objectification & degradation, unedited

The first thing that caught your eye was whatever was spray painted over the WANTED posters outside; some amalgamation of an 'X' and a 'Z' covering the faces of Night City's infamous rebels. You scoffed, shaking your head softly. They'd be fixed in the morning, so why waste the paint?

The second thing that set you on edge was the music. Usually, on a Friday night, your favorite bar was packed to the brim with people, catching end of week drinks with coworkers, meeting with dates they'd never see again, or partying with friends. The music was barely audible inside on the slowest of weekends, much less outside the main doors. Anxiety roiled in your gut, but you continued on your path, cautiously pushing past them.

Only one man stood in the otherwise empty tavern, his eyes snapping up from the drink he was making to zero in on you, and your heart leapt into your throat. There was something dangerous about his gaze and that familiar silhouette, and you froze in place as your brain scrambled to piece the puzzle together. His lips twitched up in a smirk and, once he had put the finishing touches on his drink, he shifted to the side, revealing the WANTED poster hanging behind the bar and the rifle strapped to his back.

Fuck. You were so screwed. You took a step backward, ready to turn on your heel and bolt, forgetting you ever saw Song Mingi or knew the location of this little bar. He turned back to you, seemingly sensing your want to flee, and narrowed his eyes.

"I wouldn't," he muttered, and your feet rooted to the spot.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you stared back at him, the silence stretching to an uncomfortable level, until you finally found your voice to break it.

"W-What did you do to them?"

He tilted his head. "To who?"

"The..." you trailed off motioning around the empty bar. "Everyone. There had to be people here."

He nodded, sipping his cocktail, completely unbothered. "There were." You blinked at him, annoyance building, and gestured for him to continue. He sighed, slinging the rifle off of his back and setting it on the bartop. "When you bring one of these into a packed place like this, folks tend to scatter."

"And you let them?" He nodded. "Aren't they going to call the cops on you or something?"

Mingi snorted a laugh, downing his drink before making his way around the bar to stand in front of you. "Do I look worried to you, doll?"

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "C-Can I go too, then?"

He took a step back, eyes raking over you, and you felt heat flush through your body. "You could always stay for a drink. That's what you came for, isn't it?" Despite your mind's protests, you nodded. "Then have a drink with me, and tell me what a pretty thing like you is doing frequenting a place like this."

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This was wrong, so unbelievably wrong. You should have never come in here. But you had, and now here you were, the hand of a wanted criminal resting on your thigh as your eyes darting frantically between his own and his lips. Maybe you could blame your impressive lack of restraint on the adrenaline drop you were facing, or the fact that none of this really felt real, anyway. Whether he sensed or saw your internal struggle, you weren't sure, but Mingi's hand shifted off of your thigh, catching your chin between his fingers.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You didn't know what came over you, but in an instant, you had tugged him in, slotting his lips against your own. He groaned lowly, tongue quickly swiping over your lower lip and slotting against your own as you let out a sigh. He stood from his stool and dragged you up with him, pressing your back against the bar so he could slot one of his thick thighs between your own. You whined, letting your head roll back, and once your lips parted, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, that's not what I was expecting, but I can't say I'm complaining."

Immediately, you wanted to wipe the proud grin off of his face, but before you could snap back at him, his lips were on yours once more.

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Your moans echoed off of the vaulted ceilings, the music once again barely audible underneath them. Mingi was on his knees in front of you, his tongue working magic over your core and two of his thick fingers pumping in and out of you, the slick sounds adding to the symphony echoing around you. You tugged at his hair, the unending pleasure beginning to become too much as you neared your second climax, halfway between tugging him closer and pushing him away.

"M-Mingi," you whimpered, and he groaned against you, eyes blinking open slowly. "I can't, 's too quick, ha!" You jolted, grasping at the bar under you as he sucked at your clit again, another of his fingers prodding at your hole.

"One more for me, doll," he purred, slowing his pace to press inside of you. "Gotta make sure you can take my cock.

"'S too much, Mingi," you muttered halfheartedly, his name turning into a needy moan as his mouth returned to you, tongue soothing the sting of the stretch his fingers brought.

He allowed you a moment to adjust, his lips pressing a kiss to your clit and pulling a quiet sigh from you. This was a sight he could get used to, he thought, your blissed out face above him and your thighs tossed over his shoulders. His cock twitched in his too tight pants, and he groaned against you, the sensation sending your hips bucking toward him, and within moments he had picked back up his relentless pace.

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The bliss when he finally pressed his thick cock into you was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Your lips were parted in a silent scream, only stilted, broken noises of pleasure leaving you. He chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling through his chest and felt through your back as he leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. The bar had proven slightly too high for even his tall stature, so he'd spun you around, bending you over a nearby table. Initially, you had protested, offering to brace yourself where you had already been standing if it meant getting his dick in you sooner, but as quickly as your thighs had begun shaking, you were glad he had taken the lead.

"S-So much," you gasped out, melting underneath him.

"Now you see why I needed to prep you so much? I don't like breaking my toys on the first use, baby." The whine that left you as he pressed in further, his words amplifying your pleasure, pulled another chuckle from him, and he ran a soothing hand over your spine. "Think about how full you're gonna feel here in a minute."

You squirmed, hips canting back toward his own, and the hand on your back shoved you into the table. "Mingi, need more. Need all of you."

"You sure you can take it, doll? You're only a little over halfway there."

You let out a frustrated groan and wiggled your hips again, twisting as well as you could to face him. "Yes, dammit. Split me open if you have to, just give me your cock."

He sneered, the hand on your back snapping up to your shoulder, clamping down to yank you back on his cock as he slammed his hips into your own. A scream ripped from your throat and you grasped at the edge of the table, your breath coming in ragged bursts and your vision going white for a moment. When it cleared again, he was running his thumb soothingly over the nape of your neck, shushing you quietly.

"See why I wanted you to be patient, baby? Hurts when you're not ready for it, huh?"

You groaned, body going lax against the table. "Hurts s' good, Min. Wanna... More," you babbled, eyes slipping shut. "Ruin me."

He clicked his tongue, smile audible. "Cock drunk for me already, huh? What a good little slut. Take what I give you nicely then, okay?"

You nodded eagerly, and at your confirmation, he set into a brutal pace. You clawed at the table frantically for anything to ground yourself against as he bent over you, lips pressed to your ear. Every grunt and growl had shivers lighting down your spine, your walls fluttering around him as heat coiled in your gut.

He had brought you to two climaxes already, watched you beg and moan for him, and from the moment he was sheathed in your tight heat, Mingi knew he wouldn't last long. He told you as much when he braced himself over you, breathing the words into your ear as he nipped at the lobe. You whimpered, shifting under him to reach for your swollen clit and letting him drape one of your knees over his arm for better access. The shift in angle had you crying out as his cockhead began to drag over your sweet spot, your pleasure amplifying tenfold.

He had no warning before you were clamping down on him hard, your orgasm triggering his own, his hips stilling with how tightly your walls gripped him. A broken groan fell from his lips as your cunt milked him for all he was worth, your own whimpers melding with it, body going limp and eyes sliding shut. When you both came back into your bodies, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and slowly pulled out of you. You bit back a pitiful noise at the loss of his warmth, slowly propping yourself up on your forearms as he reached for something to clean you both with.

For the second time that night, your heart jumped into your throat as your eyes fell on the two men standing by the doors, still rattling shut behind them. Just beyond it, you could see the familiar outline of a car, its roof topped with a light bar. The taller of them had an unimpressed look focused on your companion, while the shorter of the two was staring, wide-eyed, at you spread out on the table, his ears flushing and eyes turning to the floor the moment you caught him looking. Scrambling to put yourself back together, you opened your mouth to speak, but the taller one beat you to it, clearing his throat. Mingi spun, eyes wide for a moment as he took in the two cops, before he broke out into a grin.

"Perfect timing. Yunho, Jongho, this is... Shit, what did you say your name was?"

Your eyes went wide as the two newcomers groaned, rolling their eyes heartily. "Seriously? You're the worst," the younger one sighed, pushing the doors open and making his way back out to the car. Shaking his head, the other one quickly followed.

"See? No need to worry about the cops."

You blinked, glancing rapidly between Mingi and the door. "What the fuck?"

#neb.requests #it thinks 😈#ateez hard hours #neb.atz #neb.moot <3 #noona ⛰️#song mingi #mingi smut #ateez smut #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #nebulous writes

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theresattrpgforthat · 3 months

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hello! I've played the fallout ttrpg (the one they had to pull the rights from when it was pretty much done so they called it Exodus instead), I wish it didn't suck so bad! Is there any system I could borrow that would fit with Fallout's setting? I love the world in itself, but Exodus was rushed and published half-baked

THEME: Fallout

Hello friend, I have quite a few games for you to check out today! Some of them are direct homages, while others simply just have elements that might remind you of the video game.

Rebels of the Outlaw Wastes, by Nerdy Pup Games.

Play misfit outlaws fighting against the authoritarian Powers That Be in a hyper-saturated, film-grained, retro dystopia. Save the future with the power of friendship, whoopass, and explosions! Features sticker-based character advancement, effortless cinematic vehicle action, and player-driven Ride-or-Die system usings d4s, d6s, d8s, d10s, and d12s.

This game is a bit more colourful and punk-rock, and a little less morally grey than some of the more popular Fallout games. The designer cites some pretty colourful inspirations, such as FLCL and Six-String Samurai, but also concedes that you can make the tone fit that of Borderlands, Fallout, and Mad Max. It depends on how you build your world - what tech was there before? What kinds of weirdness persists? What beliefs have survived?

You’ll make skill rolls that can be boosted by gear or your personal style, with anything above a 4 granting you a success, with bonuses for rolling even higher at an 8 or a 12. Badges are the representations of character growth, tied to the skills that you choose to improve, somewhat like how concentrating on certain skills in Fallout gives you access to perks. If you want a stripped-down basic idea of the rules for this game, the designer has a Pay-what-you-want playtest that you can download for free, just to dip your toes in the water.

Earth: After Death, by Hammer City Games.

Boasting deep and crunchy mechanics reminiscent of the golden age of 90s TTRPGs, Earth, After Death focuses on OSR-style gaming, dungeon and hex crawling, fast-paced combat, high lethality, and a unique and fascinating setting to explore.

There’s plenty to do: kill mutants, explore ancient ruins, get lethal radiation poisoning, find a gun that has infinite ammunition, use psionic powers to blow up peoples heads, replace your legs with tank treads, and more!

This is a chunky, old-school style game that takes care to mention that your level-up system is just like the advancement system in Fallout games. You’ll be dealing with mutations, ghost machines, bartering for gear, and hex-crawling through dangerous wastelands. The character sheets point to a lot of moving pieces, so if you like wrangling together a character that does exactly what you want them to do, you’re going to have a lot to play with here. It looks like mutation is also a pretty big deal in this game, with over 100 different kinds advertised on the game’s store page.

Right now just the Wasteland’s Handbook is available to purchase, but the kickstarter for this game will be taking off later this year. If this sounds like your kind of game, then maybe hop over to the website to get in on the first full edition as it releases!

Fallout: The Roleplaying Game, by Modiphius.

In 2077, the storm of nuclear war reduced most of the planet to cinders. From the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization will struggle to arise. A civilization you will shape. How will you re-shape the world? Will you join with a plucky band of survivors to fight off all-comers and carve out your own settlement? Will you team up with pre-existing factions like the Brotherhood of Steel or Super Mutants to enforce your own ideals on the Wasteland? Ghoul or robot, paladin or raider, it’s your choice - and the consequences are yours. Welcome to the Wasteland. Welcome to the world of Fallout.

Utilizing Modiphius’ celebrated 2d20 cinematic role-playing system, the Fallout RPG will take players on an exciting journey into the post-apocalypse! Create your own survivors, super mutants, ghouls, and even Mister Handy robots. Immerse yourselves in the iconic post-nuclear apocalyptic world of Fallout, while gamemasters guide their group through unique stories and encounters. The 2d20 edition of Fallout is as close to the bottlecap bartering, wasteland wandering, Brotherhood battling excitement as you can get.

Modiphius gets the license to make a lot of games for different properties, so a Fallout game fits in alongside other big titles like Dune, John Carter of Mars, and Alien. This company uses their own 2d20 system, with a focus on inventory and Perks in an effort to make the game recognizable to any typical Fallout fan.

That being said, the game has come under fire for being poorly edited and inconsistent when it comes to finding the right rule. The company updated the game last year and released a Settler’s Guide book, so this might be something that’s a bit more read-able now. But if you want something set directly in the Fallout universe, this is your game.

WASTELAND, by MaelikGames.

WASTELAND is a simple tabletop RPG about adventurers in the world that has only recently became hospitable after a War that might not end all wars, but almost ended the world. You and your friends decide whether this world is bleak and hopeless, like the one in Metro, or somewhat whimsical, as in Fallout.

Much of the inspiration from Fallout appears in the character options of this game. Arkanites are homages to Vault-Dwellers, Radkin are inspired by Ghouls, and robots are, well, robots. The talents also look like they are directly inspired by Fallout perks, such as Animal Friend, which allows you to turn hostile animals into allies. Gear and inventory are both very important in this game, which is something that I never find surprising in post-apocalyptic games, since having to track inventory feels like a pretty important thing in a game about scarcity. Your skills are also based on a percentage of success, because you’re rolling a d100, with the goal of rolling under your target number. If you’re looking for a game that can mechanically reflect much of what’s available in the Fallout video games, this might be for you!

Dystopia Rising: Evolution, by Onyx Path.

No one knows how long it’s been since the world was blasted with nuclear radiation and became infested with the undead. The survivors of the Fall were the first strain of deviation of the human condition and were able to make it through the rapidly spreading epidemic. Finding a community of decent size in this world is rare; finding one that has any concept of equality or morality is rarer still.

Oh, and people have the unnerving ability to come back from the dead, regrown from the very virus that destroyed the world.

This is a completely different world from Fallout and yet I think it might still be worth talking about in this rec post. Dystopia Rising has a rich, detailed world, with various factions and faiths, and your characters are differentiated by the Strains that have helped them survive. There are plenty of conflicting beliefs that can be the seeds for unlimited conflict, including various faiths in things like evolution or the preservation of humanity, strains that give you psychic powers, and a universal ability to come back to the dead so many times before you’re turned into a mindless zombie.

There’s plenty of opportunity to fight things hand-to-hand, but there’s just as many possibilities to politic your way out of tough scenarios, which is a hallmark of Fallout New Vegas. Not only that, there's no clear "good guys": this is a complicated world with complicated people. If you want a game that carries a lot of similar themes of Fallout but puts you in a new setting, maybe check out this game.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

Extinction Punk, by Extinction Punk.

Wastoid, by Jason Tocci.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #fallout #post-apocalyptic #bittersweet futures

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theinstagrahame · 4 months

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It's been a wild few months here at theInstaGrahame HQ, but what never fails to make me happy is the rad games I get from the mail. I'm getting over a cold, so I'mma work on this instead of anything productive I could be doing!

Here's my month of RPG mail calls, and why I'm hyped!

Coriolis: The Last Cyclade: I've been curious about Coriolis' Middle Eastern-themed sci-fi vibes for a while, so I put this on a Secret Santa wishlist; and this is what I got! Excited to dive in.

Curios: Albrecht Manor and Jasper Park: Good Luck Press is one of those game design teams I'll try anything from, and the pitch for this is really unique. It's not an RPG per se, as much as a collection of books, papers, maps, and other materials that point toward a mystery you get to figure out. Playing it is just... looking through stuff.

Salvage Union: I am a big fan of post-apocalyptic media, and a fan of the mecha genre. So, yeah, this was an easy sell. It's built on the Quest system, which I've been meaning to get more into anyway, and it looks like a mech repair manual!

The Zone (which I apparently thought people would just recognize): This game is available for free online, but the box set is gorgeous, and features some designers I love. Trying to set up an online session soon, but I do really want to play it in person.

Deimos Academy: Honestly, I picked it up because of the creative team, but also the pitch is great. I skipped my high school reunion, but if there was a chance to go back and face a monster? I might've thought about going.

Brindlewood Bay + Nephews in Peril: I was originally just going to get the super popular Elderly Detectives Solve Eldritch Crimes RPG, but the title of the expansion/mystery book was just too perfect.

Rebels f the Outlaw Wastes: I've already mentioned I like post-apocalyptica? Well, this took a neat approach to achievements/leveling that I was super intrigued by, and I just dig the fun vibe. The reason I like post-apocalyptic media is that it's hopeful, and this feels moreso than a lot of other stuff.

Skyrealms Almanac and Creatures and Folks: I've been into setting guides this past year. And like, this one is also a coloring book? Hell yeah.

Stoneburner: I've been following the creator on Twitter and elsewhere for a while, so I was curious about this title. But definitely sold when they talked about some of the inspiration being the original Starcraft games.

Forgery: Again, picked it up because I really like Banana Chan's work, but this is a paint-by-numbers solo RPG about forging a demonic painting. So like, yeah. That's rad.

Vast Grimm: Space Cruisers: Vast Grimm is Mork Borg in Space, but I'm also a big fan of ship catalogs, so I really wanted to check this one out.

.Dungeon: Everything Snow makes is beautiful, queer, and nostalgic, so when they mentioned a re-release of .Dungeon was coming, I really wanted to check it out. I have a lot of nostalgia for the

Cloud Empress (everything, including a patch!): I mean, you say Nausicaa and I'm listening. This has some roots in that world, but also does some really interesting things with the Mothership game engine. I'm especially intrigued by the notion of replacing racial traits with age traits, and having a series of pretty mundane jobs as the classes.

Layers of Unreality: The first of this month's Zine Club deliveries! I keep hearing about Liminal Horror, and this particular module I've heard nothing but incredible things about. So I'm really hyped to check out what happens in these backrooms.

Fear the Taste of Blood: My second Zine Club book this month! Kayla Dice is one of those really rad creators who I think deserves more attention than she gets, so I'm really hyped to dive into this take on classic movie monsters.

I also got this from my partner's family's Secret Santa.

Okami is one of those games that sticks with me, and has ever since I first saw images from it, and played it. It's a genuinely beautiful experience, and while it's maybe not a game everyone will like, it's one that I really enjoy, and the art is a big part of that.

It stands out as an example of what you can do with a video game that's nearly impossible with most other art forms, and also a reason that I don't think the Arms Race for More Photorealistic Graphics in video game consoles is worth the effort.

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dalishious · 2 years

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The Last Court Lore

Hey folks, I decided to waste my time reading through every single card from the now dead game, The Last Court, and record any interesting bits of lore I found.

A huge thanks to the Dragon Age: The Last Court community archival project, for making this possible.

Serault

Rulership is known as the House of Glass.

Serault's motto is “Payment in Glass.”

Serault’s emblem is a mirrored stag.

“Glass is the foundation of Serault’s wealth. Members of its glassworkers guild are privileged prisoners: valued, well-treated, and watched like jewels on velvet.” The glassworkers routinely rebel against the nobility for better working conditions.

Inhabitants are called Seraultines.

Templars are despised and distrusted by many in Serault.

The Masked Andraste Cult

Serault is home to a cult of worshippers of “The Masked Andraste”.

Worshippers gather in the woods at night wearing charred wood masks, to pray around an ancient wooden statue of a masked figure that may or may not actually be of Andraste.

The woods seem to have a supernatural response to this worshipping, by providing more bountiful harvests and hunts.

The Shame

The Shame (the PC’s mage grandfather) is hinted to have performed some kind of magical favour for the Grey Wardens.

The Shame kept his apostate daughter hidden away in a dell all her life.

Divine Justinia

Justinia killed, blackmailed and intimidated her way to becoming Divine. The Grand Clerics who disapproved of her mysteriously disappeared, were disgraced, or suspiciously became fervent supporters overnight.

The Heartwood Court

The court is headed by the Horned Knight, a creation by The Shame (the PC’s mage grandfather), lives deep in the words and is married to a dryad.

The Heartwood Court is made up of dryads and fauns. They are served by enchanted people who “move dreamily”.

The centre of the court is an abandoned tower.

Drinking water from the tower has healing properties.

The Tirashan

There is a group of elves, presumed Dalish, who all have red vallaslin living in the Tirashan. They attacked nearby villagers for getting too far into the woods. The humans draw the conclusion that the victims were blood sacrifices, though this is unproven.

The Applewoods

The woods near the region of the Tirashan Forest are called the Applewoods, for they are full of apple trees.

The apples from these woods have astringent, intoxicating properties.

The woods are “crawling with dryads”.

The Veil is thin in the woods.

Outlaws

Outlaw groups meet in a place called the Greenvault; a clearing among ash trees.

Named groups include: the Corpse-Dancers, the Dead Rose, the Black Knot, the Blasted Oak, and the Shuttered Lamp

The river running through Serault’s territory is game for pirates.

Miscellaneous

The Wandering College is a faction of scholars “prone to radicalism”. They visit holds and towns and preach revolutions by sharing their philosophies.

#dragon age #last court #serault #da lore

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kevlarcrack3d · 5 months

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I'm gonna write headcanon pasts for the One Piece admirals! They're just so damn interesting and I love their mobster/rebel/yakuza theme! Kinda reminds me of the games lol.

BEWARE OF ANGST!: MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, VIOLENT CRIME, UNDERAGE DRINKING, AND SELF-HARM

So, I looked at the childhood images of Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru and made what I could make out of what I can see in the images. No kid photos of Fujitora and Greenbull yet, do I used canon events as refs.

Akainu (Sakazuki) 🐶:

He had a turbulent childhood in a crime-riddled place. His father was a crime boss who abused him for seeing Marines as his hero, because his dad knew more that the Marines and WG were corrupt and shit. After all, the dad was a criminal, while Akainu genuinely wanted to serve in the marines and stand for his "justice".

A Marine he idolized gave him the tattered cap shortly before he killed his father because that Marine brainwashed and gaslit him into believing in his twisted justice during his stay in that area while searching for pirates. Akainu saw the battle and was instantly INSPIRED. He would become like his hero and blow up his shithole hometown.

Akainu has seen crimes, vices, violence, and all sorts of moral decadence in his place, so it's not surprising his views on justice got fucked up. He learned street smarts and how to fight due to his environment. He met Aokiji after killing his dad (it's anime logic where the young kid can kill an adult with fighting experience) and both had a rocky, love-hate (yes, I used to ship these two) relationship while wandering and doing odd jobs before being taken in by the Marines.

Since both grew up in turbulent, violent environments, they had the physical and mental strength (and fuckedup-ness) to fight in the Marines, and it'd be a waste to just let them toil while doing household chores, right?

So, they were taken in and trained. All the time, even until they were admirals, Akainu and Aokiji were arguing, always. Their opposing views, personalities, and justices didn't help either. Sometimes, they'd even be petty, like, Aokiji just moves Akainu's bonsai vase a little and Akainu is in a real foul mood and then shit hits the fan. It's very hilarious to see, especially when they were kids, they always had to be disciplined because they were always fighting 😂.

Akainu always had to deal with Aokiji's apathy and laziness. Akainu was the kid always angry and serious, so he was a rather amazing student - always "upright" in the Marines' eyes. Aokiji was the lazy but smart one, as in, super lazy. During teamwork training, Aokiji was kind of a slacker at first and Akainu would fight him always. It kinda died down over time as they became adults, but Akainu is still pissed about it, as always 😂.

Soon, Akainu burned down his pirate and criminal infested hometown. Fuck the innocents and everything. There are criminals there and he will send them to hell. And he succeeded.

Akainu also had a rather romanticized view of the Marines as a child due to his circumstances. Anything about spreading justice, order, and punishing criminals, and he'll be pumped up. This is the shit for him, and he's quick to plan and act when it comes to these. Despite his angry, wild nature, ever since he was young, he was ever so PASSIONATE about being a ROUGH, STRONG Marine man. Hence, the rose of the fuckin' lady killer sheesh 🥵. Something here's burning hot and it's not just the lava!

Yah, yah, I just spent over half the year creating yakuza/boryokudan OCs and well, I guess the dashing underworld outlaw prince swept me off my feet 🤩🤩🤩...

Aokiji (Kuzan) 🐦: Aokiji had deadbeat parents who always let him get beat up. He lived in the same area as Akainu. Due to his family being deadbeat, he picked up vices and began to drink at an early age. He decided to wander away, doing odd jobs. Despite his apathy towards most of the world and anger towards criminals, helping people with chores kind of softened his heart. This has helped him develop a sense of compassion, unlike Akainu, who did these chores as a way to work towards being accepted by the Marines. Sometimes, Aokiji would be dog tired and sleep a lot in his free time.

Soon, he met Akainu and they accompanied each other. Being alone was boring, and besides, they were kids. They'd argue a lot, even while working, AND especially when sharing a sleeping space. Oh boy, they'd get violent when one starts pressing agains the other.

And that's the definition of true love according to what my shipper brain said

The Marines soon took them in and they began to train. Aokiji was rather apathetic to this at first, but then actually began to warm up a bit to his job. Sometimes, it was even entertaining, especially arguing with Akainu or simply bullshitting his fiery frienemy. But, as Aokiji became an adult, cracks began to show.

Aokiji began to see all the misery and corruption. The causes of poverty and crime, a lot caused by the WG. He saw innocent people hurt due to the WG. Soon, he fell back to his apathetic ways. But, despite being so jaded and weary, he still had that kind-hearted side for those with benevolent intentions, regardless of them being pirates or otherwise. Soon, he wanted to be free to do this and resign from the Marines. Deep down, he had a heart like the snow, cold, and yet beautiful.

Dagnabbit, I'm crying why the fuck do I do this to myself 😭😭😭?

Kizaru (Borsalino) 🙈: Kizaru's family was the type that placed all their hopes on him to achieve their broken dreams for them, so they encouraged him to learn and study. He was rather pressured sometimes, but he did truly enjoy his studies and reading. He'd happily skip to the library sometimes and told them his stories. A light to their world, if I must say. Aaaand the feels are back 🥲.

Kizaru then decided to join the Marines, a decision his parents supported, seeing he could finally give them an ego boost, like "HOLY SHIT MY SON IS A MARINE, NOW, CLAP, GUYS". Not really his dream or what he wanted, but he just went with the flow. He was an easygoing, cool, chill dude anyway.

Soon, he met Akainu and Aokiji in training. He ALWAYS had to be there to calm these two down if they started arguing. One mean look from Akainu to Aokiji or vice versa, "woah there, now stop my dudes" Kizaru was the pacifier between them. He was also the quiet, cool, but very smart kid who always was in the topnotchers. However, he was the type to suck up to the government's ideals and decisions of the majority of the top brass and whatever view a certain faction of theirs chooses as right. He was like a ship bobbing on the waves without someone to steer it.

Soon, he got to meet Vegapunk due to his knowledge on some certain machines thanks to his childhood of reading. He would keep a VERY CLOSE EYE ON THE SCIENTIST. That's what he was tasked to do. He had no problem with that anyway. Then, he met Sentomaru, Kuma, and Bonney, and maybe, just maybe, his nonchalant, neutral personality slipped away, having seen the innocence of a kid who viewed him as an uncle and the sweetness of a father and his daughter. He found himself having fun for the first time, but maybe, he just didn't know it. But the memory stuck.

To thisbday, Kizaru is still nonchalant as ever, but maybe, I hope, something might happen in Egghead arc now with him. Could be good development for someone so dull, yet so bright.

Dammit. Them 2D cartoon seamen making me cry.

Fujitora (Issho) 🐯: Oh God, this is a dark one. Fujitora was a very unfortunate lad. He had an, abusive, overpopulated family who hated him and beat him to near death. They saw he was durable when he fought back and decided to sell him to the Marines. It wasn't fair. But the world's not fair. Always, Fujitora saw poverty and very VILE bastards in his place. It was not surprising to him. But, his hell was just going to begin.

Fujitora had a strong moral compass (besides his gambling) and trained hard to spread justice in the Marines. But, as his rank got higher, the more horrible things he saw in the WG. Corruption, slavery, hatred, and all things unpleasant. Ugh, he wanted to leave. Why? Justice is for everyone, right? So, why can't he bring it to those above him, who abuse their power? That's right, it was the world being unfair.

All the shit he has witnessed made him sick to the stomach. Are these the people he was working with and working for? Yuck. He decided to resign last minute before a promotion.

But, before he left, Fujitora reflected on his life before being sold to the Marines and after being sold to the Marines. Just the same. It was just the same back there. It was just unfair, so unfair. Wherever he went, there were always bad people oppressing the lass fortunate like he once was. Fujitora was unable to take the gravity in that moment and cut his eyes. He decided to cancel his resignation and return to the Marines. That way, at least, he can rise up to a position where he can stand for fairness. But if any sign of humanity comes before him, Fujitora will be unable to see it clearly again, despite his kind heart. He may feel it, but never see it, so he can only partially feel it. A prize to pay for justice.

This one was sad. And when kindness did come to his heart genuinely in the form of Luffy, he couldn't see those kind eyes 😭.

Ryokugyu (Aramaki) 🐂: This dude seems to have sucked according to the fandom, but screw that.

So, since he's quite the simp for the WG, Aramakiwas bought as a baby by the Marines, so all he knew was the WG's ideals.

Though unruly and wild, he was valued because he was loyal, even when he did things outside anything approved, like not asking permission to deal with certain peeps. He was also very destructive as a child, so he needed lots of discipline, too. In fact, this wild boy has been chided more than anyone could count they stopped scolding him altogether 😂!

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Geoffrey Wodeward of Clan Gangrel

As a breathing man, Geoffrey had a decent life. The descendant of a Norman archer who came to England with the Conquest, then moved west to settle in Gloucestershire and put down roots. He inherited an appointment as a forester on the lands of the local baron and enjoyed a life that was, while not the privileged one of a true knight or lord, still a mark above toiling fields as a serf.

However, any station, high or low, comes with duty behind it. The lord’s forests were rife with danger - large game like stag and boar who could gore an unwary or unprepared hunter to death. Wolves emboldened by winter skulking too close to settlements. And of course, people to be dealt with - poachers and rebels and outlaws using the cover of wilderness to hide their deeds.

He was still a young man when the baron’s liege - Robert Fitzroy, Earl of Gloucester - called for soldiers to defend the right of his sister, Empress Matilda, on the throne. And he was called, so he went. He spent the years of the Anarchy as a scout and a bowman; at the hard-won negotiations of peace, he returned home.

He'd scarcely had time to hang his cloak in the forester's lodge before he was dispatched to help solve a problem. Someone (or something) out in the woods was poaching the baron's game. Corpses of deer found mutilated and drained of blood (the flesh wasted and left to rot in the sun), the rest of the herd not thriving besides.

Relieving the younger brother who had taken his post while he was off at war - a good and competent soul, but worn pale and sick from the strain of the matter - Geoffrey took up arms to get to the bottom of it. All signs he could read pointed to the culprit being an animal: a maddened wolf, perhaps. He'd shot plenty of wolves.

He tracked the beast as the winter began to set in until he unearthed what seemed to be its resting place. And watched as the sun set to see if the creature would emerge. To his grand surprise, what crawled out wasn't an animal at all, but a woman, dressed for travel, unafraid of the night and the dangers therein.

Unfortunately, though he'd shot plenty of wolves, he'd been trained to give a person warning and the right to surrender to custody. And she laughed at this as surely as she laughed at the arrow that loosed her way afterwards. The one that broke on her flesh as though it was made of stone.

She was on him a moment later, sharp teeth latched to his throat.

When a member of the hunting posse found his bloodstained coat on the dirt the following morning, they assumed the worst. When, three nights later, he arrived back at the lodge, pale and distant but otherwise no worse for wear, it was a cause for celebration long enough for them all to be disbanded and sent back to their lives.

That winter was the hardest he had endured. By grace or by cunning, he managed to avoid being destroyed by the sun or attracting attention through indiscretion. The excuse that resuming his post took his daytime hours passed well enough. Ironically, he learned to subsist like an outlaw or the creature that had made him; off the baron's game, largely, with the rare passing traveler come like a saints' feast day.

The nights were lengthening back to winter when the woman came traipsing back for him. Encountering her again after she'd cursed and abandoned him made his blood boil, but there were things he wanted to know from her. Fortunately, she'd come back not to finish the job of killing him, but to reward him with knowledge after passing her trial.

She called herself Cerys - a Gangrel from the Welsh Marches who skirted the court of Baroness Seren of Gloucester. Connected just enough to have once been given permission to create progeny (in exchange for a boon to be paid, of course). Before Geoffrey's timely arrival, she'd actually targeted his younger brother, Henry, but found in him a candidate tougher and more cunning and therefore more suitable to bestow with her blood.

In a way, the transition into unlife had just enough familiar elements to his experiences in his warmer days that it wasn't as jarring as it could have been. Cerys' 'apprenticeship' was rough but he endured it. The court in Gloucester left him alone if he didn't cause trouble. If the poachers and outlaws he found in the wood went to his own hungers or to tribute in London instead of to trial- perhaps it was only that the world was unkinder with monsters in it. At least that's what he tried to tell himself.

(art by: lammergeared)

#vtm oc #vtda #vampire the masquerade #vampire the dark ages

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"Outlaw Love" by Brooke Eden Sentence Starters

WHISPERING

"'Best friends' back then's what we called it."

"Keeping a secret was fun until it wasn't."

"We're the reason they've been staring since we walked in the door."

"We're the reason that their jaws keep dropping through the floor."

"This whole town's talking and they don't know the half of it."

"I don't mind, we're the reason why they're whispering."

"They say we're crazy and they'll never work out."

"If I'm a rebel, at least I got a cause."

CHILLS

"You give me chills like a shot of tequila."

"Got me high-key obsessing."

"There's a fire in your eyes now that I hope never dies down."

"Getting drunk on a feeling."

"You got me covered in chills."

OUTLAW LOVE

"The only wanted I wanna be is wanted by you."

"Gave up on trying and finding the one, until you stole my heart like a thief on the run."

"All the voices making noises, I don't pay them no mind."

"If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right."

"They can say what they wanna say."

"They can do what they wanna do."

"They can't outlaw being in love with you."

"Leave the judging to Jesus cause I don't care."

"As long as I got you, babe, I'll go anywhere."

ALL MY LIFE

"All my life, I watched my friends like a Hallmark movie I wasn't in."

"I was falling from the get-go."

"Guess your heart knows what your head don't."

"All my life I've been wasting my time."

"When you held my hand I could see our first dance."

"You got me changing my plans for forever."

"You never know until you know. And when it came to you, I knew."

"I was waiting all my life for you."

"After every fight I'll still be kissing you goodnight."

"Love don't fall apart when it's built like that."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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dailyadventureprompts · 1 year

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Do you have any thoughts about using the demons from the Ars Goetia in ttrpgs? Cause like they’re pretty well detailed in their uses in the source material. Summoning various demons could be a good backstory for how a wizard learned their stuff or for a warlock if you wanna be boring. But I’m worried about cultural appropriation, I don’t think occultism is real but I know it references Abrahamic mythology which people still practice. Better safe than sorry right?

Tagging in @cryptotheism, tumblr’s favourite occultist as an actual source on this one, given that they actually study this kind of thing where as I’ve wasted my time focusing on the economic systems of post medieval Europe.

Occultism is a fascinating topic when it comes to hunting for sources of inspiration because so often what is accepted as the occult “canon” is often a distorted misinterpretation which may or may not have some very fucked up roots.

Take the modern image of the witch: pointy hat, cauldron, broomstick, black cat et all. If you looked into it, just about every signifier of this archetype takes its inspiration from some form of persecution, but it’s been so ingrained into the cultural milieu and been so normalized that more people are aware of the pop culture version of the witch then they were about the antisemitic blood libel that inspired the witchhunts in the first place. I’d be hesitant to stop using witches because they’re so iconic, but I’m going to educate myself on their history so my writing doesn’t end up mirroring what amounts to 16th century hatespeech.

To return to the topic at hand, Using the idea of sigils or the demons associated with them isn’t appropriation, they’re not sacred or part of a closed practice. They were published in books by occultists so that other occultists could use them, though that very same book contained a lot of Hebrew symbols that’d been appropriated in the grand western-occult tradition of “ Hey, these people we’ve othered must be in possession of some secret magical knowledge, so lets just take their stuff”.

If you’re going to use them however, you should use them right: The Ars Goecia aren't your typical “ sell your soul, torment mortals” sort of demons, they are the lords and princes of hell, “evil” for the reason that they helped Lucifer rebel against god and now exist as outlaws in the cosmic order. The key of solomon principles its magic upon using god’s authority to command these spirits to give gifts and service to the summoner. Naturally this doesn’t map 1:1 onto d&d cosmology, but you could easily adapt it for spirits bound into service by a god of sorcery, a war god calling upon those it defeated, or a star god calling on the celestial power of zodiacs and planets

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #5e #writing advice #ars goetia #Occult

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In which kingdom mages have best lifes?

I think this depends on what kind of magic you want to study. Some kingdoms have restrictions on some types of magic, while other kingdoms have looser or no restrictions.

For example, necromancy is illegal almost everywhere. You can't legally practice necromancy spells in any kingdom...except Unseelie Court. Unseelie Court has no restrictions at all, you can freely practice all spells here, no matter how dangerous or taboo.

Because of this, some would say Unseelie Court is the best place for mages. However, this "no rules" approach also creates a more chaotic and dangerous environment. Most arcane colleges don't want to operate in this land due to the danger. So, if you're practicing a controversial school of magic, Unseelie is the best place for you. Otherwise, it kinda sucks.

Mogdir Kingdom has the best arcane colleges in the world. But this kingdom does have some restrictions in place, meaning you can't just pick any type of magic you want, and also the colleges are very expensive.

Matuzu Kingdom also has very good magic schools. They are cheaper than those in Mogdir, but there are even more restrictions.

The Empire of Damijana actually has great arcane colleges...problem being, they have the most restrictions of all. You can only choose from a very narrow selection of spells to study.

Lamai Nation, Folkvar Kingdom, and Etios Nation have okay colleges. Graduating from these may not carry much weight in other kingdoms. These schools are not very prestigious. Mages can make an honest living in these lands.

Zareen Empire has very few arcane colleges, and those they do have are severely underfunded. Magic is not appreciated in this kingdom, and so many spells are outlawed that it's hard to make a living as a mage.

If you want to be a mage in Yerim-Mor Kingdom, good luck. The colleges were mostly destroyed in the Gold River War, and the only places to learn magic anymore are secret underground classes held by Morite rebels. Matuzan invaders and the Cult of the Crescent squash down magic use to oppress the Morites, so anyone who practices it openly is in danger. The only "safe" way to learn magic here is to join the Morite military, where you can be trained in hazard spells. But then you will have to use these skills to fight on behalf of a doomed kingdom, so it's basically a waste.

Magic is totally illegal in Evangeline Kingdom. There is no life for mages here outside slavery.

Now, let's talk about the Aquarian Alliance, because it's a whole separate beast. Arcane college is FREE in this kingdom! Yes, totally free, for all Alliance citizens! The schools are decent to high quality, there aren't many restrictions, you can study many types of magic and practice them freely...so what's the catch?

Well, there's the whole "terrorist nation" thing...The Aquarian Alliance is an enemy to all other Great Kingdoms. Other nations don't recognize Alliance colleges as valid, so your degrees will be worthless if you move to another kingdom. If you want to be a mage in the Alliance, you are stuck with the Alliance until you die. There is no taking your skills on the road or operating in other lands to make more money. The Alliance won't let you have dual citizenship anywhere; you can only be an Alliance citizen, or else you are a traitor.

Questions/Comments?

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#ask #askmagic #askculture

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willczek-art · 9 months

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Two gray-scale backgrounds from my little animation! :³

I fit all of the fandom Easter eggs into these ones, I wonder how many can you spot 👀

#also a bunch of inside jokes specifically D&D related for obvious reasons :#background #enviroment art #interiors #animation #rebels of the outlaw wastes #my art #krita #radio station #map #easter eggs #ttrpg

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thydungeongal · 27 days

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Oh this one seems sweet as well: TTRPG that mentions Tank Girl as an inspiration and has STICKER-BASED advancement. I would very much like to get this in print and @indiepressrevolution seems to have it, but shipping to Finland might be prohibitively expensive.

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5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

Hello! Sorry for taking so long on this one, but here I am at last. For this one I'll use Maegor, I have to rant about him.

5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

Oh, this is going to be long, ig

TW: Violence, domestic violence, rape

"He was the worst king in Westeros history"

Okay, let's start: 🩸🐲 was not the worst king

He did some wrongs like killing ONE of his nephews (the other one was Tyanna's doing) or continue a war that wasn't ending, but he also did some goods like starting the process of disarming the Faith or uniting the realm under one cause.

Don't forget many of the things said about him were rumors (like when he killed a cat the first time he held a blade, or that he killed people from the smallfolk saing they were Warrior's Sons and Poor Fellows), or were Tyanna's actions (the death of Viserys, the kidnapping or Aerea and Rhaella, and the death of Jeyne Westerling and her son, and the stillborn baby of Elinor Costayne).

Now, people say Maegor's killing of every architect and person who worked on the Red Keep was cruel. Okay, what would you do? Those people knew the secrets of the king's castle, they could easily reveal any secret entrance and have the king killed. Even if he decided to cut their tongues and break their fingers, smallfolk would still say he was cruel.

Besides, there have been way worse kings than him, I'll give a few examples:

His brother, Aenys I. Aenys was a terrible king, he couldn't decide on anything, even if his kindom or family were in danger. Rebels trying to rise and get independence? He can't decide who to attack first. The Faith has his eldest son and daughter as hostages? He can't act bc he doesn't to act on undoing the marriage or attacking the Faith. And he made the worst decisions when he acted, like marrying his children with one another or sending his brother, his most powerful supporter since he had Balerion and both Targaryen swords (and he didn't try to take the throne from Aenys) to exile, sending away his most valuable protection from the Faith. Dude died from a stomach cramp lol.

Aegon II. This dude was an idiot who only wanted to act and kill, no negotiation, the only times he decided to negotiate were because his mother, grandfather and wife convinced him to do so, even 🩸🐲 could be reasonable at times without someone talking him to do that. He was an usurper since his father never named him his successor, and this dude only lasted two years as king, and those two years he had to fight in a war he started by taking the throne. The bloodiest civil war in Westeros' history happened because of this man.

Baelor I. Okay, maybe I'm kind of anti Faith of the Seven, but you have to agree with me on this one. This dude trapped his three sisters in the Maidenvault just to keep them as virgins, don't giving a shit about their consent, and that didn't stop Daena from giving birth to a bastard. "Oh, but he gave to every person a loaf of bread", yeah, and he also outlawed prostitution, burned books, did stupid things like "I'm granting tax exemptions if you put a chastity belt to your maiden daughters", named a child as the fucking pope. He was a fucking septon but didn't disolve Aegon and Naerys' marriage even his cousin was suffering and almost dying after every pregnancy. Hell, Baelor would have started a holy war against the North and the Iron Islands to convert people to the Faith, if he didn't starve himself to death.

Aegon IV. Anyone who know his story knows this piece of shit is an useless king, no wonder he's remembered as "the unworthy". He wasted lots of money on favoring certain lords, on trying to conquer Dorne even when his son Daeron was married to princess Myriah. He raped Naerys, don't doubt about it, he killed his sister by forcing her to give birth to all of his sons, and after she and his brother Aemon died he said Daeron was Aemon's son in a tantrum, and it's said he killed his father Viserys to become king. Aegon had sons and daughters with any woman he desired, and he decided to legitimize all of them before dying, because of this piece of shit there were the Blackfyre rebellions that brought death and despair for almost a century.

Aerys II, you know, "the mad king". We all know why he was a terrible king. He tortured and burned people for the most stupid reasons, he raped and beat his sister Rhaella multiple times, the Targaryens lost their most valuable ally, Tywin Lannister, after Aerys threw tantrums over his own stupidity to rule, he caused the fall of House Targaryen because he thought it was a great idea to kill several Northman lords and their sons, including Ned's father and brother.

Honorable mention: Joffrey I Baratheon, you know why.

🩸🐲 is considered the worst king of Westeros because maesters, the Faith and the Hightowers were angry at him, and these people are the ones who write down the story, of course they would say the worst things about him this way "Yeah, he drowned puppies when he was four years old... but that's a rumor".

#lady answers #🩸🐲#I'm defending this man with my life #proship selfship #proselfship #selfship proship #selfproship #proshipper safe #antis dni

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mega2wheellife · 6 months

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the girl

doesn’t know

what to do

having spent

her younger years

being

a little bit whee

a lot bit whoo

shaping the rules

as she saw fit

to make her way

in the world

as an outlaw

rebel with causes

& all this

has changed

now her youth

& beauty have gone

all we can do now

is wait for the years

she wasted

to catch up

with her thinking

for her to find

a new life

& ways of being

that might work

get her though

these later years

neil benbow

#poeticstories #twcpoetry #writerscreed #poetryportal #poetry on tumblr #poem #poets #writers #original poetry #(c)neil benbow

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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.

WIP Intro // WIP tag

I’ll still be slowly but surely churning out these Wormwood worldbuilding posts (as I procrastinate writing lmao), so feel free to follow the tag or ask to be tagged in!

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