#regent strauss

[medeaft]

The Wizard King takes the throne (originally: A Varázslókirály trónra lép) 2024 Ink on paper

This is the 31st and last picture of my Inktober pictures, in which I visually narrate the events of Bloodlines (according to my self-insert player character). This is the post with the rest of the pictures.

(The building elements are not intended to look like Venture Tower, of course.)

"When you're taught through feelings..."

[bloodlinessave]

“Greetings Neonate, I’m glad you found your way here. I have been looking forward to meeting you for quite some time…”

“Strauss, Maximillian Strauss. I am the regent of this Chantry.”

“Yes, this new life in which you find yourself undoubtedly seems strange. I’m sure you have many questions young one.”

[thesixthplaneteer]

Acceptance Exam: A Secret Santa Write-Up for @zaolat

This is my first time actually writing non-OC VtM stuff and was so much fun to think up and write. I hope you enjoy it <3

You are walking, that is certain. You are further from where you started but not closer to where you want to be. A sourceless draft flows through the narrow hall towards the door at the end, gently tugging you forward. Doors pass on either side, all the same warm wood with brass fixtures. 

Is this a test? 

You begin to wonder if the door at the end of the hall is the true destination. Perhaps it was one of the many repeating doors on either side. Although it may just be a test of willpower, and resisting frustration. 

What did he say again? 

The voice of the Regent echoes in your mind. “Walk down the hall, and enter the door.” 

Simple instructions, although how vague they are and the possible interpretations grow in your mind with every step. 

A ball begins to form in your stomach, slowly expanding. Anxiousness? No, that was a feeling long deadened to you. This is not just some emotion. It is the Beast. Beginning to unfurl inside you. Something about this unending hall awakens it. Then, you notice the walls have become more narrow, the ceiling slowly drifting lower. The Beast in you lashes out, and fear courses through you. It begs to turn back, to flee before you're crushed. There is a pause before your next step. Just long enough to calm yourself and center your thoughts. Surely you've proven yourself, and to just kill you and throw you away now? It just doesn't make sense. It would be inefficient. 

Still staring down the end of the hall, you take another step forward, and in front of you is the door. The hall is returned to its natural height and width, and the Beast curls up and tucks itself away now that the danger seems to have ebbed. 

You can't help a smirk, allowing yourself to bathe in your pride for a moment, for you've passed the test. What's to come you will pass too. 

You reach out and take the brass knob In hand. It's cold, painfully cold. You twist and pull. The next room is dark. Pure blackness that seems to swallow the light at the threshold. A deathly chill spills out from it and stings your skin.

Another test, you think to yourself. Your faith will be tested, as it should be. To make sure that those meant to be here are here for clan and kin. Still, you find yourself hesitant for only the beat of a fly’s wing before you cross into the darkness. Your foot doesn’t fall on solid ground, you feel an intense sense of vertigo, then suddenly find yourself in a room. A gray cement and cinder block room. There are only a few lights hanging from the ceiling. The incandescent light bulbs hum. 

“I knew you would make it.” A familiar voice says.

You turn to see the door you had stepped through is gone. This room appears to have no entrances or exits at all. A naked man is bound, facing the wall at the far end. Between you and the man stands the source of the voice, the Regent: Maximilian Strauss. Your stomach flutters at seeing him. The slight praise makes your chest swell with pride. Your lips turn up into a cocksure smirk.

“Come, Neonate, the trial is far from over.” He holds out an empty hand - no, there is a knife in his hand. One you’re sure wasn’t there before. 

It is small, but has a vicious curve. You step towards Strauss and put out your hand to take the knife. Once again your Beast stirs. It growls as your hand gets near the instrument. This isn’t the time to hesitate. Not in front of him. Ignoring the protesting of your Beast, you take the handle of the short knife in your grip. It feels warm, and sticky. 

“Now,” Regent Strauss motions towards the naked man. “To complete this ritual and trial, you will need to flense from the man an appropriate sized sheet of flesh so that the contract may be written out.” 

You look down at the knife and back up to the naked man. He is bound and gagged. It looks like he would barely be able to move. Still, you worry how straight the cut must be to appease the ritual. You approach them. He reacts to your footsteps, shaking and trying to shy away. The rattle of the chains drowns out the muffled whining he can manage through the gag. 

“Take to this lesson, young one.” Strauss says, watching you. “Betraying the Camarilla may earn you swift death but -  betraying the Chantry will earn suffering beyond imagination.” 

His words resonate with you and burrow deep into your mind. You can’t possibly imagine wanting to betray the Chantry. Not after all you’ve done. So you take the knife to the man’s back, dragging the edge downward. The edge of the knife glows orange and singes the flesh. You expect it to smell terrible, but it smells delicious. You feel the knife cut into meat, scrape the shoulder blade and glide over each rib as you cut a rectangle from half of the man’s back. After the shape is cut you carefully peel back, and filet the flesh. You use the vertebrae of his spine to guide the knife to get as much skin and as little meat as possible. You focus on your work so intensely the man you are carving fades from thought, it becomes in your mind just a task to be completed. After some time, you have your pound of flesh. 

“Excellently done. Bring it here.” Strauss says, standing next to a small table that wasn’t in the room before. 

You bring him the items, placing the sheet and knife on the table. He takes the knife in hand and it disappears. In the palm of his hand a small flame appears, making your Beast bark. You flinch, but hold yourself from shying away from the flame and beat down your beast as you’ve done through this trial. He then rubs his hand over the skin, burning away hair and drying it. He then produces a mundane knife, and cuts his palm. Vitae drips from the wound and falls onto the sheet. The blood starts to pool, then disperses. It seems to fill in lines in the skin, then reshapes into words and dries into a brownish red ink. 

He then holds the knife out to you, giving no verbal instructions but it was clear what you needed to do. You take the knife, and copy his motions. You cut your palm, and let the blood drip on to the empty space at the bottom of the sheet. Your blood stays pooled and dries as a blot on the page. Strauss picks up the sheet and scans over it. You can feel a phantom heart beating heavy in your chest as your anxiety rises. You are close, so close. 

“Well done.” Strauss says, dispelling the tightness you were unaware of in your chest. “Welcome to the Pyramid, my Apprentice.” 

[its-sixxers]

abeyance

(sorting through old docs, have a prelude to a half light sort-of sequel starring viola the tremere and allusions to a 70s new york fic i might write eventually)

tremere oc x mercurio, blood bond angst

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Los Angeles was a lost cause. Venture Tower burned, and Viola could see the glow of flame against the navy sky through the chantry window.

A muscle in her throat constricted. Her eyes felt dry, itched, and something between her ribs ached.

After thirty years apart they were reunited in the city of angels. Never to exchange words, to make reunion as painful as separation. Once they had been friends, one they had been each other’s sole confidant, the only one to be trusted. A chasm greater than time spanned between them, greater than regnant.

Life no longer hummed through her veins. He was yet a servant. When she looked at him she could see the color in his cheeks, his nose, his ears, the red in his knuckles, and it reawakened a hunger she’d long tried to forget, long thought she’d smothered. It reawakened twisted, a predator wishing to hunt and kill and consume, and she’d thought it was for the best that their paths crossed rarely and in places where they could not speak.

Until the sky burned, his regnant dead, and his life destined for the ashes if it had not already joined it.

Six months later she stood in the San Diego chantry, a pitiful small thing near the sea, Strauss at his desk across from her and looking no less imposing despite their diminished circumstances.

“I was informed a week ago that the Camarilla is sending an Archon here.” The regent explained. “To help Prince Tierney maintain control over the city, officially - an embarrassment to her, to be sure.”

“Unofficially?” Viola inquired, though she couldn’t give life to her voice. It was flat, hollow, numb - and Strauss was not impressed.

“The events in Los Angeles were disturbing. Confusing. By all accounts the Anarchs had no chance of success. The fledgling was their catalyst, of course, but she had no right to her achievements at her age. I met the poor creature.” Strauss frowned deeply. “There have been isolated reports of increases in blood potency through the ages, and each have been treated with utmost gravity by the Camarilla. This is one of such cases.”

Viola remained silent, her question unasked but obvious. Strauss was telling her this for a reason.

“I have met the poor creature,” Strauss repeated. “But I knew her little. Those with greater familiarity are our enemy. LaCroix for all of his faults would enlighten us. Unfortunate. However,” he rose from his desk and walked past her, pushing open the door to his office and gesturing for her to follow him. “The Nosferatu were willing to cut a deal.”

Strauss led her through the chantry, a crumbling abandoned mission church by the seaside that had been layered with enchantment upon enchantment. Through the halls, floors of sun baked ceramic, down into the cellar; converted to cells. Viola’s curiosity managed to burn through the fog of her apathy, the dimmest glimmer of flame. The infamous Red Nosferatu was dead, the fledgling who’d seized Los Angeles by the throat and had brought an Archon to the New World to see how she’d done so - and yet a part of Viola hoped she had been brought to the very cells they passed by. A part of her burned with envy, wishing she could grasp such power and break her chains so easily.

Instead Strauss stopped by the final cell, next to a rotting wooden rack that had once held wine barrels. A figure was curled in the corner of the cell, in the darkness; hair graying and limbs bony. The faint scent of cologne, cigarettes, and gun polish met her nostrils, sparking familiarity in her memory.

Not the infamous fledgling - but someone back from the dead, nevertheless.

“Mercurio.” she breathed. He flinched, raised his head to meet her gaze - there were deep lines set in his face, he looked fifteen years older and exhausted. Viola’s chest grew tight, and reflexively she wrapped her hand around the bars of the cell. Mercurio dropped his gaze back to his feet. Terror lanced through her at the realization he hadn’t been fed in some time - perhaps not since LaCroix’s death.

In only a few years she’d be seventy. Which meant he’d - not die, exactly, but -

“The Prince’s ghoul.” Strauss affirmed, cutting off her panicked thoughts. “The next best thing. It’s my understanding he was somewhat close with the fledgling. I recall the two of you having great success in New York when you worked together. I hope your knowledge will fill in the blanks where he lacks it, and the Archon will leave satisfied.”

The unsaid was obvious. If unsatisfied, it was likely both she and Mercurio would be dragged back to Europe, minds subjected to all the techniques the Camarilla had at their disposal to ferret out the truth. Viola was a sacrificial lamb. It was a hazard of the job, after all.

“How long has he been starved?” she inquired quietly, keeping her tone aloof and uninterested. Strauss knew they’d worked together, but he could never know how closely - even if it was only ever one sided, a flame too dim to shine across the abyss of separate regnants.

“Long enough for entropy to resume.” Strauss said dryly. “Perhaps the anarchs grew tired of feeding him - or he was unable to scavenge what dregs he could.”

Viola could have lied - could have said he would be dead soon if it was allowed to continue, soon to be useless to any interrogator - but Strauss was not one to remain ignorant of those enjoying his hospitality, prisoner or guest. All she could do was stare at his hunched form.

“In order to expedite the task that lies ahead of you, he is yours.” The regent continued. “Consider him a reward for your work in Los Angeles with the fledgling’s sire. If he survives the Archon’s questions, he’ll serve you as well as he did LaCroix. Admirably, from my understanding - a pity for the Prince that he wasn’t there to help on that final night.”

LaCroix was dead. Perhaps it was a threat - a mockery - but Viola knew Mercurio better than Strauss would ever guess.

Hers. It made nausea roll in her gut. Her ghoul, and all that implied.

At least he would be fed, she reassured herself.

“The Archon is expected within the fortnight.” Strauss advised. “Ensure you’re ready to answer his questions by then. I’ve business to attend to; I trust you can handle him.”

Viola nodded - it wasn’t a question, but she answered nevertheless. Strauss’ footsteps echoed against the cobblestone of the cellar. She waited until they crested the stairs before she passed her hand over the door lock, willing her heart to beat.

The echo of blood unlocked it, and she drew open the cell. Mercurio did not move from where he was huddled, not even when she knelt in front of him.

Words stuck in her throat, her tongue heavy when she opened her mouth. To her shame a low whine escaped her - a whimper, at how matters were never in their control, how it had all come to this - how their continued existence was about to rely on a betrayal, an abomination, and worst of all it might only buy them a few more weeks.

The city of angels was lost, and the failure lay heavy upon their shoulders.

“Do I leave you?” she whispered to him in the dark. “I can’t imagine the hunger, but if this is what you want -”

Mercurio lifted his head again, silencing her, his blue eyes nearly glimmering in the gloom. Far too pretty for him, for the man they belonged to; doubly so now that time was enacting its revenge upon his body.

“No.” he spoke after a beat of silence, his voice hoarse.

“You know what it’ll do.” Viola continued nevertheless, her own voice cracking. They both had been ghouls, they knew what it did - how one could never quite be themselves again, always aware of the boot on their neck. After the death of her sire she’d been free - as free as a childe of Tremere ever could be - but he’d been shackled long after she.

Until then - until he sat hunched in the cell, what youthful charm he had fading fast.

Viola peeled off her gloves, pressed the thumb of her left hand to her right wrist, let her nail bite into the flesh. Deliberately she drew a thin line, her blood a darkened and thick plum in color rather than the crimson of a mortal, stark against her ashen skin.

Mercurio’s pupils blew wide at the sight, the gleaming blue of his iris now a thin line. He sat up straight, leaned forward, licked his lips - he was salivating, and if her heart still beat it would have quickened its pace.

Instead she lifted her wrist to his face, and his hands wrapped around her arm. They were hot, even after a stay in the cell, and his mouth was hotter, tongue pressed to the wound in her skin, burning, heat crawling up her veins as he fed from her. Some primal instinct urged her to bat him away, to crush his cheekbone against the back of her knuckles for his presumption, but instead she remained still.

The lines in his face softened, some of the damage of the ages reversed - when there was nothing more to be done she withdrew her arm, even as he still clung to it. Viola laved her own tongue over the cut, tasting him against her skin. Bittersweet.

Once upon a time she’d imagined herself kissing him, tasting him upon her tongue in a much different context. It’d been a source of no small amount of shame, for there was no hope of reciprocation - and now, with him shuddering from a new source of vitae in his veins the shame colored a shade darker.

How long had she hoped for the Embrace, how naively she’d thought it would improve her station. Ever since had been failure after failure, isolation after isolation, all in her living death tainted and twisted.

Mercurio’s hands had fallen to her knees, his gaze fixed hungrily on her lips. How she’d wanted him to look at her the way he did then, on the edge of manic, some shade of the desperate madness she’d once felt. Forbidden, taboo.

Now she was certain he’d do whatever she asked, sate each fantasy she’d ever felt - but those blooms were blackened husks now, and she had no desire to turn them into nightshade.

Instead she stood, walked back to the cell door to take her leave.

Mercurio gripped her ankle, giving her pause. She thought he’d ask her for more blood, but instead he managed to speak three words into the damp air, vocal cords rejuvenated by her vitae.

“I missed you.”

Viola lowered her head and closed her eyes for a moment. Oh, she wanted to believe him, but she knew what it was to have a regnant feet from her, how one wanted to say anything in hopes of a scrap of approval, mind crude and not one’s own.

“I’ll lead you to my room.” she said flatly, desperately trying to ignore how he seemed to hang on her every word. Mercurio was never a sycophantic ghoul, always aloof and reserved in his way - but she knew him well enough to know what it took to make him straight backed, to make him reach out, to hold onto something. “No doubt Strauss has work for me, so I won’t be around much, but you’ll have your hands busy with research.”

It didn’t take long for Mercurio to understand - he was always smarter than anyone gave him credit for. With a groan he clambered to his feet, joints most assuredly stiff from his time in captivity - though the vitae in his veins meant that wouldn’t be a reality for much longer.

She tried to ignore how he eyed her as she pulled the cell door open, how acutely aware he appeared to be of her. Before they left the cellar he stopped her again - this time with a simple brush of his fingers against the back of her arm.

“Are you upset?” he asked, so bluntly she felt as if she’d been slapped.

“No.” she answered, equally bluntly. “Why?”

“I never came with you.”

New York burning, just like Venture Tower. He chose the ashes over her twice, bonds of blood stronger than anything their experience together could create. She could never blame him - and felt some bitterness to know that in the end it didn’t matter either way.

He was tied to her now, and would never be the man she’d grown to care for again so long as he was. A catch 22, his life her responsibility and the very duty ensuring things would never be the same.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” she said quietly, and he did not argue with her.

Against all hope, she still hoped they’d survive the Archon, for anything was better than the void. Even a poor parody of briefest happiness.

[suckeddry]

After school tutoring

Strauss x tremere!GN! reader

The smell of myrrh always brought you comfort. Maybe it was the heavy and warm feeling you always got from it or maybe it was the hint of mystery that it evoked, but when you became a part of the LA chantry, it was the only thing that reminded you of home. 

Living, well unliving, in the chantry was not terrible per se. It felt like one of those boarding schools you read about in your YA fantasy books. Everyone around here was too stuck in their work or ass to spare more than a few moments to chat, so you spend most of your nights alone getting hang of the difficulties of being a kindred.

It was one of the lonely nights that you wandered through the unending maze of the chantry getting lost in thoughts. But suddenly an open door to one of the rooms caught your attention. It wasn´t the door that surprised you, more where they were leading. A small office with the oh so welcoming scent of myrrh and warm light of the candles dancing around the walls. Curiosity got better of you as you leaned inside the doorway to see what this mysterious room was all about.

There in the center of the room was a big oak desk full of parchments, ink and morbid trinkets that you could think of. “Curiosity killed the cat, dear neonate.” You heard a smooth voice from behind you. When you turned around it was no other than the Regent of the Tremere Chantry Maximillian Strauss. If you weren't dead, you could feel how your blood just froze at the sight. You tried to think of a good explanation of why you were snooping around but before you stuttered out your response, he spoke again. “Follow me into my office, would you?” You just nodded, not brave enough to back talk to the Regent himself. He led you into the small office that you just tried to get a glimpse of. “Take a seat, neonate.” He motion towards two leather armchairs while he poured himself a glass of rich looking vitae.

“I heard you had some troubles with Thaumaturgy from those in charge of you.” He looked at you as he sat down on the other armchair. “You do seem, now pardon me for that, quite unhappy within the chantry, my dear.” Strauss continued. When you explained that you just feel very lonely within the tremere haven, he nodded. “A Kindred´s existence is often lonely and I do not blame you for having trouble acclimating to your new existence.”

As he sipped the rich liquid from his glass, he looked at you from behind the round glasses. It was almost fatherly.Strauss always seemed cold and stoic when you saw him walking around the chantry. Yet there he was listening to your struggles and problems, even though you were sure he had much bigger problems than an unhappy neonate. He gave you a soft smile, a thing you almost forgot existed inside of the chantry. “I may have a proposition to your struggles, dear neonate.” He hummed. “Whenever you feel lonely or don´t understand the subject of your lesson, come to me. I am a Regent for a reason, you know?” He continued while shuffling through a small bookshelf. “But let's start with something small, shall we?” He said while handing you a small handbook of Thaumaturgy. “I got this book from my predecessor and I would say it is the most well explained book about blood sorcery. You may find it useful, neonate.” He smiled. “Now run along, I am sure you still have some duties to fulfill.” Strauss said finally when he walked you to the door. And you couldn't help but feel the same warm feeling inside of you talking to him as you had while smelling a myrrh.

[vampire-the-askerade]

Hello! How are ya?

If you're in the mood, could you write something for Strauss x f!tremere that works really hard, maybe even *too* hard? Like, borderline thinking she will be killed or something if she fails (like college, where is she failed she would be terribly behind), so he shows up to her room to check on her and she is slouched over notes and almost hyperventilating so he has to calm her down and reassure her? General fluff and cuteness. <3

[Hello! I’m doing alright. So sorry this took a bit to get here, I’ve had the worst brain fog lately so words hated me for like a week or something, haha. Hopefully it was worth the wait though :)]

Strauss x f! Reader

There were many things that Strauss had learned during his many years of being a regent. One of these things was the difference between when someone hadn’t been seen in a while because they were busy and when someone hadn’t been seen in a while to the point of it being concerning. Such was what he suspected the case to be with you tonight.

When he had seen you at the end of the night before, it seemed like you were stressed about something, though he was not able to tell what that was. You had seemed troubled, but not so much that it was alarming at the time. However, Strauss had neither seen nor heard you at all tonight which became concerning as it was now pushing 1:00 in the morning. This was more than enough time for you to have risen from the hold of the morning and come down from your room; even if it was not to report to him, then for a myriad of other reasons.

That is why Strauss had made his way up to the door of your room and began knocking. It was gentle at first, but he then gave another, more firm rap at the door when you didn’t answer even after he called your name. Eventually, enough was enough and he was turning the doorknob which he found was unlocked, and announced himself as he let himself in.

The sight that he saw when he was in the room wasn’t anything that Strauss had not seen before, at least in one form or another. He had thought that you weren’t likely to fall prey to major burnout, but here you were, hunched over your desk, shoulders shaking, and so much into your despair that you probably didn’t even comprehend that he was there, at least not fully.

“Childe,” Strauss called softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “What troubles you?”

It seemed that you did not notice him as previously thought, but you did little more than gasp a bit before your breathing went back to its stunted attempts to even itself. If he was going to find out what was happening then he was going to have to stop your hyperventilating.

Once again from his experience of being a regent for so long, Strauss was often prepared for most situations that could arrive. And, though perhaps not the most coddling of people naturally, he wasn’t completely without empathy; some understanding of people was useful to have, be that for ill or good. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a small vial with a flat bottom. Popping the lid off of it he sat it on your desk out of the way of where you were lying your head and arms. Soon a soft and calming aroma was wafting into the air.

This was already starting to help you calm down, but it wouldn’t do the job alone. However, Strauss was hopeful that now you would be able to explain at least something about what had happened.

“Now, if you could, tell me what you have been doing.” It was a command, but a gentle one.

“I…I have been studying the… the….”

You seemed like you were still having trouble talking clearly much less explaining things, but you were able to sit up a bit more and motioned to the material on your desk.

Looking it over, Strauss could see that it was indeed something that he had assigned to you a few nights prior, and stressed only last night how imperative it was for you to learn it.

He should have known to be a bit more cautious with his insistency as this was indeed something that many young Tremere would often fret over seeing as it was one of the first things they would have to present to a higher member of The Pyramid themselves rather than having their regent do so. But, once again, you being one of his most promising pupils in quite some time led him to mistakenly believe that you were somehow immune to this anxiety.

Strauss gave a thoughtful hum, “I see,” he seemed to be disappointed, though at his own shortcomings in this situation rather than anything that you were doing. “And, for how long have you been studying?”

You gave a shaky breath, deep yet still troubled. The fact that you were breathing at all was concerning as the one of only reasons for kindred to partake in the act was to try to calm their nerves, a soothing method leftover from their past human life. There was an equally shaken exhale before you responded, “Since last night.”

“When did you revive and start your studies again tonight?”

“I didn’t.”

“Beg pardon?”

You froze for a moment when you thought that you might have offended him somehow with your answer. However, a glance in his direction let you know that he was truly puzzled and not wanting you to expound your answer in apology.

“I was awake the whole morning.” You explained.

At this Strauss gave a sigh, an exasperated and almost woeful sigh.

“To be awake with the sun is something that even seasoned kindred can struggle with. It was neglectful for you to attempt something so foolish.” He was correcting, but it still held the gentle tone that he had maintained since he had come into your room.

“Neglectful?” Your question came in a mumble.

“That is correct: neglectful. To both your health and your studies.”

“But-“

“Yes, I know. You stayed awake this whole time to study the required material.” Strauss interrupted, something that he only did when he thought that teaching was more important than manners, and thus catching your attention.

“And, tell me, childe, did your actions result in a better understanding of your reading, or did it upset you to the point of being ill?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to as you both knew the state you were in right now. Strauss wasn’t going to let you delve back into your sorrow, though your body threatened to return to its violent sobs at any moment.

“Worry not. I am not angry with you. This whole ordeal is partially my fault. As your regent, I should have better prepared and worked with you rather than expecting you to be able to accomplish all of this work alone.”

There was something more soft about this side about Strauss; something that you could have sworn you had never seen him show to anyone else before. And, to be honest, he thought so as well. Though he might never admit it verbally, or perhaps even mentally, he did have at least a bit of a soft spot for you.

A small and endeared smile made its way to his face without his knowledge as he continued, once again placing a hand on your shoulder. “My erring was due to you being very bright. You excel in so many other things that I had thought you could handle something of this caliber with ease as well. That, however, was unfair of me to expect of you.”

It seemed that you were starting to settle, but not fully. Strauss, not wanting to make you more stressed by feeling like he was eyeing you like a hawk, decided that he should give you space for a while.

“You are to spend the rest of the night away from your studies. I do not care how you use your time, as long as it is away from those books and your notes of them.” He instructed, this time in a more firm and demanding tone so that you knew how serious he was about it.

“But, what about the exam? It's coming up soon and you told me that if I don’t do well then- then-“

“Do not worry about that now.” Strauss once again cut in to keep you from spiraling again. He also scolded himself for telling you of the student who did so poorly with his tone, memory, and presentation that the invigilator used Blood Boil on him. That was a yarn that he most certainly should have saved for after the examination. But, once again, he underestimated the stress this whole thing would place on you.

He started to make his way to the door. “You shall do fine. More than fine; you shall do well. I have as much confidence in you as I have had in all of my other students combined. That is if you rest and allow your mind to achieve its full potential. An overworked mind is an underutilized one. If the path of knowledge is not clear, then the haze of clouded memory with prevent it from passing.”

Strauss had to stop himself from giving another platitude. He was trying to calm you right now, not teach another lesson. So, he ended his time in your room by saying, “Rest and be sure that you do not make yourself go mad by staying in this room. Be sure to walk about if you need to. As you are aware, we are the only ones in the Chantry at this time, so you will not be disturbing anyone if you are wandering. Farewell.”

By the way you were looking when he shut the door, Strauss felt it was safe to leave you alone. He was also hopeful that you would sleep, or rather, the vampiric equivalent of it. He couldn’t be too outwardly affectionate with you as his role of regent was supposed to be equally attentive to all in his charge, and showing you favor would call his qualifications into question.

However, he did make sure to, “forget,” his aromatic vile on your desk. Not only to leave you with its soothing properties for a while longer but also so that he could return to you later when he went to retrieve it.

[bigswordenergy]

"I will ponder the orb" -Maximilian Strauss, literally high regent of LA

[smuttyfang]

Strauss, His Favorite Blood Doll

"If you're still interested in doing these, there's so many things I could ask for, but the thing I'd most dearly like to see is Strauss/Reader. Uh... NSFW if possible. I don't think the wizard-king gets enough love. My first thought was the reader would most likely need to be a Tremere apprentice at the Chantry for it to be in character... but heck, maybe Max has what was once just a private blood doll that he's growing irrationally fond of. (Your human/vampire scenarios are hot, okay?) I'll be stoked to see whatever you come up with!"

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"There, finally.." You were standing in front of your mirror, checking on your appearance after getting ready. You were wearing what he always preferred for you to wear. A little classic black dress, hidden by a black trench coat until you arrived. Also a little makeup, but you did that more for yourself rather than doing it for him. You also wore a pair of sunglasses, despite it being night time. There was a good reason for you to be so inconspicuous. You were the favored blood doll of a pretty powerful vampire, a Tremere. A Regent.

There were a multitude of reasons that he picked you. He was extremely private, did NOT want his blood doll to be a well known person. He did NOT want you to be noticed or seen by anyone, nor did he want you to have any sort of connection with anyone. It's not like you had a problem with it. The amount of pleasure you got from his Kiss was worth more than anything else. You didn't have anyone in L.A. you were close to from the start, no family, no friends. Pretty much just work acquaintances. Being alone for some time, you had never been happier to be desired by someone like this. Especially someone so powerful. It felt like your own dirty little secret, and you loved every second of it.

As you approached the door to the building, you knocked. There was a particular way he wished for you to knock, so he would be aware that it was you. You weren't sure if this was his clan's base of operations or not. Sometimes the building looked slightly different to you when you'd come. Oddly enough, it would sometimes appear slightly off, but you couldn't put your finger on why. Maybe he was hiding it from you with magic, as it sometimes looked different on the inside too. You didn't dwell on it too much. He probably didn't want you to have a lot of information on him, as private as he was. After your knock, the door swung open on it's own. You were used to this. Stepping inside, the door closed on it's own behind you and locked. Walking up the stairs right beside of the front door, you noticed that the door to the room was already open. As you stepped inside, you saw him. Strauss was sitting at a desk close to the bed, reading what looked like a very old an ancient book. It was practically falling apart.

"Hi." You said, somewhat shyly. Something about even seeing him made you nervous. Your mind just became fogged with craving the feeling of his Kiss.

"Hello, my dear. You look lovely." You smiled brightly at his words as he closed the dusty book he was looking at.

"Thank you, I always get dressed up just for you." He stood up from his desk, pushing his chair in. He approached you, helping you take off your coat like the gentleman that he was.

"Haha, yes. I know." He was so confident and well spoken that it made you feel small. But it was an addicting feeling. He held his hand out to you, taking your hand and leading you toward the bed. He helped you sit down on the edge before kissing your hand. "Have you been doing well with your diet?" He asked. You had almost forgotten the list of foods he wanted you to eat. He said in some slight ways, it could change the taste of the blood just a tad.

"Yes, to the letter. Only what you approved of." He kissed higher this time, planting his lips on your wrist. You would swear that he was using magic on you simply by kissing you.

"Good, as I expected of you." His kisses trailed up your arm until he reached your shoulder. He nibbled on your skin just a bit. "Do you have any idea how thirsty I am? It's been far too long." Unable to speak, you only whimpered beneath his touch. His teeth grazed across your neck before he slowly sunk them into your skin. How was it not painful? It was something you'd never be able to understand. Two large fangs piercing deep into your flesh would have to be painful, or so you would think. But there was nothing you'd ever felt that had been as pleasurable as this. No drugs, no amount of alcohol, nothing could ever compare to how the Kiss made you feel. Pleasure flowed throughout your body, your skin tingling and feeling as if it was on fire. Unable to control yourself, you threw your head back and moaned loudly. Your head began to feel light, as if you were floating. He pulled away, licking the wound he had created. Now that the pleasure was gone, you felt dizzy and uneasy. "My apologies." Strauss said.

"For.. what?" You breathed out, still somewhat shaken with pleasure.

"I took quite a bit, I was.. so thirsty. Lie down, please. I insist." You did as he asked, lying back on the bed and placing your head on the soft pillow. He gently placed his hand on your stomach, lightly rubbing up and down. It was strange, you think vampires would all be violent and gruesome like they are portrayed in the media. You knew well enough that plenty of them were like that. From the time you had spent with Strauss though, you knew that a few of them were kind, even a little caring. You trusted him with your life.

"I'm okay, I promise. I don't feel too bad." You smiled at him. He gave a half genuine smile back. "Is everything alright?" You asked.

"Yes. I just feel some strange and conflicting emotions currently." You hummed.

"May I ask what they are?" You questioned, but didn't expect him to give you an answer. He thought for a moment, stopping his movements.

"I feel strangely close to you. I do not wish to ever be away from you. I feel.. drained, when you're not close by." You heart started beating faster in an instant. He must have sensed it, because he placed his hand on your chest, right over your quickly still beating heart.

"I feel the same." You admitted. He took his small rounded glasses off, looking directly in your eyes.

"May I give you a real kiss?" He asked, kindly and quietly. You nodded your head, smiling up at him. He leans down, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to yours. It was.. different. His lips were cold and dead, sending shivers down your spine. His tongue slid past your lips. It began cold and dry, but slowly warmed up and became wet. His.. saliva, you weren't sure.. began mixing with yours. He tasted just like a living, breathing person.

"Wow, I.." You were unable to create sentences, shocked and anxious at his words and actions. "Strauss.."

"Yes?" He laughed a little, seemingly enjoying how nervous he was making you feel.

"Can you.. do anything else with that power of yours?" You smiled at him, unable to control yourself at this point. You were so turned on it was difficult for you to focus on anything.

"Of course. Let me show you.." He began undoing the buttons on his long trench coat, revealing the black shirt underneath. He didn't remove anything else, only began undoing his pants. He pulled out his cock, revealing that it was hard and standing at attention.

"Wow.. that's incredible.." You smiled seeing it, never wanting anything more in your whole life. He crawled onto the bed on his knees, pushing your legs apart and getting in between them. He lifted your little black dress up, somehow tearing your panties. Like he had cut them with a knife to get them out of the way. He removed the fabric, then using his hands to keep your knees apart.

"Are you prepared?" He asked, you quickly nodding your head in response. You'd both been secretly wanting this the whole time without realizing it, and there was no reason to be patient any longer. Using one of his hands to position himself, he slowly pushed his cock inside of you. It was like his tongue, now alive and warm, pulsing with want and desire. He quickly began thrusting, still keeping that cool and collected composure he always had. Meanwhile, you were unable to do the same, throwing your head back and moaning loudly in pleasure. He used one of his hands to cover your mouth, smiling at you. "Shh, shh.. you don't want to disturb my neonates.. do you?"

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the rituals are intricate. i know it. i know they're intricate

Strauss's Sheriff was a woman of few words, and rather enigmatic to boot. Regent Sturbridge was considered by many to be equally enigmatic. Yet the two women understood each other surprisingly well with no need for any level of Auspex.

Usually they would simply exchange meaningful looks as Aisling passed by Strauss, with Faraday in tow, in the halls of the New York Chantry. On certain nights they would meet in the parks around the city, and stare silently at the same landmark from opposite sides of it.

Faraday would break the silence only sometimes. "Cute fountain."

It was.

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Five Comfort Characters, Five Tags

tagged by @georgiedoesntfloat

I was asking myself if it was going to be made up of characters from my weeb days cause I actually had to think for a good long while lol. Thankfully not but still very influenced by the obsessions of my adolescence haha.

Maximillian Strauss - Vampire: The Masquerade

Maybe it had to do with the fact that the first time I ever played Bloodlines, it was a Tremere and he introduced himself as Tremere regent and primogen. Which well, had to bring some flavour to a Tremere player character right? And that he had a really nice voice- As I would later get more intuned with the greater scope of VtM as a whole, there is no mistaking that Maximillian Strauss is a pretty manipulative piece of work (as most Camarilla kindred are, obviously), so trusting him is pretty stupid. Too bad I really am, cause every time he basically metaphorically pets the player on the head for making (in his opinion) the right or smart choices, the praise and rewards... Bro, I'm weak. Doesn't help that when playing as a Tremere, he really goes and makes you feel like you should belong if you play your cards right with him.

2. Ludus - Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns

I've always enjoyed farming games, and the ones I enjoyed most always have love interests of course haha. The Story of Seasons franchise (known in Japan as Bokujō Monogatari and formerly known as Harvest Moon) especially has a special nostalgic place in my heart. That said, the potential spouses have always been hit or miss for me. Ludus was the one that stuck out the most, or maybe it was just that when I was playing Trio, the idea of a responsible, dependable partner was so ideal... Helps that he's good at carpentry and cooking XD

3. Baxter Ward - Our Life: Beginnings & Always

His DLC isn't actually officially out yet by the time I'm writing this so to keep it short, I love me angsty relationships that have that tension between them but one or both have character issues holding them back so we're all just simmering then boiling in that tension. I love Baxter and really want him to be loved cause (sobs)

4. Aisling Sturbridge - Vampire: The Masquerade

Maybe I just really like Tremere regents haha... I kind of just fell in love with her as she's a major lore character with so much content so it helped that I was fed. Would again be stupid enough to be Camarilla just for her

5. Damian Wayne - DC/Batman

My bratty son who gets way too much hate. I adore most characters who start out as just a mess and kind of the worst but have killer character development. Now if only some writers would stop writing him regressing in character pls

Tagging (but no obligation as always): @almondes , @xielians , @seeliecaelumvt , @pxinksxul , @werfenspeer

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Rune of the Third Eye 2024 Ink on paper The 16th day of Inktober, slightly delayed (I was working on a commission on the same day). Here are the other pictures.

Strauss gives me a protective amulet for the fight against the gargoyle. Yes, gameplay-wise that just happens in dialogue, but I had to imagine it. I'm just touched that he wanted to do something to keep me safe. I know, I know, it's important for me to win this fight, but... still, let me have this. I'm very normal and okay about him.

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Household - Strauss

Tremere Chantry - Windenburg (Downtown)

Maximillian Strauss

Bookworm - Proper - Genius

Adult - Vampire

Male - He/Him

As Primogen and Regent of the local Chantry Strauss has quite a bit of influence in L.A. His age and knowledge also adds credit to him as a powerful kindred in his own right. He has no doubt mastered the blood magics of his clan. His allegiance lies with the Tremere. Which means he places his loyalty to the Camarilla, but certainly not to the young Prince of L.A, LaCroix. And he is not shy about the fact. Strauss is a mysterious man, choosing not to share much about himself and knowing many things. He can often seem very cold and will speak his mind blatantly. Yet many secrets seem to hide behind his words.  He likes to give off the impression that callings of the flesh and romance aren't his cup of tea, but his connection to VV implies otherwise…

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Entrevista com o Maestro Tullio Colacioppo, 18/março/2017

Entrevista com o Maestro Tullio Colacioppo: link.

Homenagem dos sobrinhos ao Maestro Tullio Colacioppo que faleceu em 11/fevereiro/2024 aos 89 anos. Especialista brasileiro em óperas, o renomado maestro, que dirigiu a orquestra do Theatro Municipal de São Paulo durante 43 anos, de 1961 até 2004, ainda percorria o mundo apresentando sua arte, encantando plateias e formando outros tantos profissionais ao redor do globo. Por isso mesmo, sonha com o dia em que o Brasil valorizará mais a formação e as apresentações de músicas clássicas. Para ele, há bons profissionais no país, mas ainda são muito poucos. "Os poucos que existem são ótimos, mas precisaria multiplicar esse número por 20 mil", exemplifica. O maestro relembrou sua trajetória na música, que acabaram levando-o às óperas, que já regeu em cerca de 180 países. "Sou regente especialista em ópera", informa orgulhoso o homem que começou ainda jovem a tocar instrumentos, mas acabou na regência por um golpe do destino. "Comecei no piano com seis anos, aos doze comecei a tocar violoncelo, mas aos quinze anos perdi as pontas do dedo em um acidente", conta. Como não conseguiria mais tocar violoncelo, para incentivá-lo, o pai pediu para concluir o curso de música e aprendesse clarinete, instrumento que seria possível após o acidente. "Isso me deu uma formação em instrumentos de arco e sopro, e acabei desenvolvendo mais a parte teórica, composição e regência", lembra. Ainda muito jovem começou a colher os frutos dos estudos e venceu importantes concursos como um para reger no Municipal, e também foi convidado para se aperfeiçoar em Roma, na Itália, convivendo e aprendendo com importantes nomes como Goffredo Petrassi, Fernando Previtali e Tullio Serafin, com quem trabalhou na Ópera de Roma. "Peguei grande experiência em ópera", reconhece. A experiência na Itália foi o grande divisor de águas da vida do maestro, que se especializou em ópera. E quando voltou ao Brasil, mesmo à frente da Orquestra Sinfônica do Theatro Municipal de São Paulo por mais de quatro décadas, viajou o mundo regendo óperas. "Nesse tempo, regi em 173 países. Quarenta músicas do grande repertório sinfônico estão sob meus domínios", orgulha-se o maestro paulistano, que começou como assistente e ministra masterclass de regência de obras de Stravinsky, Strauss, mundo afora. Mas não é de se espantar com o currículo e com os feitos do maestro que para chegar a tal nível de excelência, tem uma dedicação exclusiva: passa 800 horas estudando ópera e antes de reger são 600 horas de ensaio, ao todo são 1.400 horas de dedicação do maestro para reger "de cor", títulos de compositores famosos como Puccini, Verdi, Donizetti, Bellini, Rossini, Carlos Gomes, Wagner, Mozart, entre outros. Em 1977 o melhor regente do ano em São Paulo na Associação paulista de críticos de arte com a obra Carmina Burana e em 1983 prêmio Etna d'oro regendo Madama Butterfly no Alla Scala de Milão.

Revista Concerto

Outra entrevista com Tullio Colacioppo

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Ooh interesting re: music box! Guess I'll associate Blue Danube with Hell forever now, thanks George!

Transcript under the read more...

George: ethii... this is um [smacks lips] expected. I was gonna say unexpected...

Jayden: Yeah, I was gonna say... I'm not surprised, but...

George: This. Was. Expected. Now, let's jump straight into it. This is a cameo for Straydenation and Brrels. Can you recommend-

Jayden: Brills.

George: Oh. Can you recommend some bars or places for you to visit while you're in London? Well, first things first, go to the Greenwich Naval Museum if you want to visit the very first place you see when you watch episode one of Dead Boy Detectives.

Jayden: There you go. Um, in terms of bars and places to visit in London... I don't really go to London too, too much. Um, I'm tryna think of places we've potentially been together. Where was that place we went to on the park? Did we go to a place on a park?

George: Regent's Park.

Jayden: Yes.

George: Regent's Park. And actually where... you can also go to the Sherlock Holmes Museum on Baker Street. Uhh this came from here [holds up a small music box]. It was from the shop, they had little music boxes and this is Blue Danube [turns the handle to play a few notes of The Blue Danube by Strauss] and I used this when I was filming, whenever I was filming a scene of Edwin in Hell, I used it as a little way to get into Edwin in his Hell state.

Jayden: Uhh what was your favourite group scene you filmed as a cast? Ooh I'm tryna think of how many there were, of all of us acting together, in terms of like acting in like a big group, um, I think... I didn't actually act in it, but my favourite one to watch was in the finale with Esther, Crystal, Niko and Edwin all in the room. I know there was a whole lot of moving parts to that scene, and I think everybody kind of bounced off of each other really well and used up that small space to the best of their ability, and I thought it was beautiful television.

George: Mmm and the one I think of, that comes to mind, it's more like a... it's a tiny snippet in episode two, after you've dropped the vase.

Jayden: Yeah.

George: And there's like a 'he dropped the vase!' and it's, yeah, it's very comical. Good question, Charlie, and Tan has asked: "Jayden, could you give us your version of George's iconic 'hello pookie bear cubs'?" What's that?

Jayden: Oh, it was when you did the, the thing for the WhatsApp.

George: Oh!

Jayden: How did you get...

George: Hello pookie bear cubs!

Jayden: Hello bookie... [laughs] I was gonna say bookie pear cubs!

George: Bookie pear cubs, how bout that?

Jayden: Hello pookie bear cubs!

George: Um, there you go. Thank you so much, guys.

Jayden: Goodbye pookie bear cubs! [Laughs]

"Can you recommend us some bars/places for us to visit while we're in London? What was your favourite scene you filmed with the other dbd characters/cast? Jayden could you give us your version of George's iconic 'Hello Pookie Bearcubs'?"

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A Temporada de Concertos 2023 do Instituto Baccarelli se inicia no dia 16 de fevereiro, uma quinta-feira, às 20h, com a Orquestra Sinfônica Heliópolis. Sob regência de Isaac Karabtchevsky, maestro titular do grupo e diretor artístico da instituição, o grupo leva ao Teatro B32 um programa que é um verdadeiro festival, com obras de Lorenzo Fernandez, Heitor Villa-Lobos, Maurice Ravel, Johann Strauss e Antônio Carlos Gomes. Os ingressos vão de R$ 40 a R$ 20 (meia-entrada) e estão à venda na bilheteria do teatro ou no site teatrob32.byinti.com. Também haverá transmissão online gratuita — para participar da plateia online basta realizar se inscrever em institutobaccarelli.org.br/agenda. Abre o programa o famoso Batuque, de Lorenzo Fernández (1897-1948). Movimento final de sua suíte Reisado do Pastoreio (1930), a peça ganhou fama mundial por sua força rítmica e expressividade, tornando-se atração recorrente em salas de concertos brasileiras e internacionais. Exemplo máximo de sua fase nacionalista, o Batuque faz parte do empenho de Fernandez em traduzir em música a diversidade cultural do Brasil. Outro compositor que se dedicou a criar uma música autenticamente nacional foi Heitor Villa-Lobos (1887-1959), contemporâneo e amigo de Fernandez, considerado o grande patrono da música clássica brasileira. Entre suas obras mais conhecidas estão o ciclo das Bachianas Brasileiras — uma série de nove suítes, para formações diversas, em que o autor uniu expressões do folclore nacional às formas composicionais de Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750). Das suas Bachianas, serão apresentados dois famosos movimentos: o Prelúdio, da Bachiana nº 4 (1942); e O Trenzinho do Caipira, tocata que fecha a Bachiana nº 2 (1934). Na sequência, é a vez de outro expoente da música moderna do início do século XX: o francês Maurice Ravel (1875-1937). Considerado um mestre da orquestração, Ravel é dono de uma produção vasta e diversa, ao mesmo tempo singular e em sintonia com a tradição musical francesa. No Teatro B32, a Orquestra Sinfônica Heliópolis interpreta a segunda suíte do balé Daphnis et Chloé (1912). Escrito sob encomenda para a famosa companhia Ballets Russes, de Sergei Diaghilev — a mesma que encomendou A Sagração da Primavera a Stravinsky —, o balé foi um sucesso imediato, consolidando Ravel como um dos grandes compositores de seu tempo. Fecham o programa duas peças curtas e impactantes. A primeira delas é a Marcha Radetzky, de Johann Strauss (1804-1849). Considerado um dos maiores nomes da chamada “música leve”, estilo muito em voga no século XIX, com obras curtas e populares, Strauss escreveu a marcha para o marechal-de-campo Joseph Radetzky von Radetz, para comemorar a vitória na Batalha de Custoza (1848). Encerrando o repertório, outra peça triunfante, mas desta vinda da ficção: a Protofonia da ópera O Guarani, de Antônio Carlos Gomes (1836-1896). Nome maior da ópera brasileira, Carlos Gomes tem no Guarani sua obra-prima. Baseada no romance de mesmo nome de José de Alencar, a peça carrega o nacionalismo típico do século XIX, e é uma das obras fundamentais para a criação da identidade nacional brasileira. E o público presente no Teatro B32 poderá acompanhar um espetáculo de alto nível. Grupo artístico mais avançado do Instituto Baccarelli, a Orquestra Sinfônica Heliópolis é um dos grupos jovens mais conceituados do Brasil, reconhecida nacional e internacionalmente. Sob direção do maestro Isaac Karabtchevsky, os jovens instrumentistas têm a oportunidade de trabalhar com o maior regente brasileiro da atualidade, em uma intensa troca artística e profissional.   Sobre o Instituto Baccarelli O Instituto Baccarelli é uma das organizações sem fins lucrativos mais respeitadas no Brasil por proporcionar ensino de excelência combinando três eixos de grande importância: social, educacional e cultural. É responsável por formar a primeira orquestra sinfônica do mundo em uma favela, a Orquestra Sinfônica Heliópolis, que conta com o ma

estro Isaac Karabtchevsky como diretor artístico e regente titular, quebrando diversas barreiras e incentivando o surgimento de outros projetos similares no país. Sua sede está instalada na comunidade de Heliópolis, São Paulo, onde opera como agente de transformação social há 26 anos, mostrando um futuro com mais perspectivas a centenas de crianças e jovens. Ali, beneficia anualmente 1200 alunos em situação de vulnerabilidade por meio de programas de ensino de excelência que se dividem em: Musicalização Infantil, Canto Coral, Aulas de Instrumentos (classes coletivas e individuais) e Prática Orquestral, com reais oportunidades de profissionalização na música para aqueles que desejam construir uma carreira. A instituição também assiste as famílias dos beneficiados com a distribuição de alimentos e outros itens de primeira necessidade, além de disponibilizar atendimentos de uma equipe de assistentes sociais. Em 2022, assumiu a gestão de 12 unidades dos CEUS, em contrato firmado com a Secretaria Municipal de Educação, e ampliou seu campo de atuação, levando esta consistente trajetória de transformação social em Heliópolis para outras regiões da cidade, em conformidade com os objetivos, planos e políticas estabelecidas pela SME para as áreas de educação, cultura, esporte, lazer, recreação e tecnologia da cidade de São Paulo. Para mais informações, acesse: www.institutobaccarelli.org.br   Agradecemos aos nossos patrocinadores e parceiros que apoiam as atividades artístico-pedagógicas por meio da Lei Federal de Incentivo à Cultura: Patrocínio Master: Unilever Brasil, B3 - Brasil, Bolsa, Balcão, Instituto Cultural Vale Patrocínio Ouro: Instituto CCR, Instituto Votorantim Patrocínio Prata: Zurich, Kinea, Klabin, BTG Pactual, Pfizer e Pró-Vida Patrocínio Bronze: Ultra, Bradesco, Bain & Company, EMS, Alelo, Eletrobras Furnas, Banco BV Apoio: Jive, Velt Partners, IGC, Trench Rossi Watanabe, Cacau Show, Dexco, Sky, EDP, Havan, Ibiuna Investimentos, Astra, Magazine Luiza, Verde Asset, Automob Apoio Institucional: Teatro B32, Mazars   Serviço: Orquestra Sinfônica Heliópolis Isaac Karabtchevsky, regente Data: 16/02/2023 Horário: 20h Local: Teatro B32 Endereço: Av. Brg. Faria Lima, 3732 - Itaim Bibi, São Paulo/SP Ingressos: R$ 40 (meia entrada: R$ 20) Vendas na bilheteria do teatro e na plataforma teatrob32.byinti.com. Contato: imprensa@institutobaccarelli.org.br / (11) 3506-4610

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BTS as: Quotes from Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines

TROLOLLOLOLOLOLOL BITCHES I’M BACK AND MY GAMER SIDE HAS UNLEASHED WAAAAAAAAVES OF CREATIVITY. DIVE IN STOMACH FIRST AND PREPARE THY ANUS.

Jin

I’m the finger down your spine when all the lights are out. I’m the name of all then men’s room walls. When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile. And everyone always asks, who... is... that girl?

-Jeanette

Suga

True power lies not in wealth but in the things it affords you.

-Regent Strauss

J-Hope

I don’t like it when the rain seeps into my chamber... but to stop the rain you’d have to kill all the clouds. And I don’t like murder.

-Gary

Rap Monster

What all suede kittens do... on hands and knees, you lap up the milk of me... and we purr, kitten, like dragonflies buzzing around frog bellies.

-Jeanette

Jimin

Oooh, what do we have here? Another scrumptious young plaything straight out of life and into my club? Mmm, you smell new, little boy, like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed AstroTurf. Oh, I’m not frightening you, am I, duckling?

-Jeanette

V

What a scene, man! Hoo-wee! Then they just plop ya out here like a naked baby in the woods.

-Smiling Jack

Jungkook

It’s not that I don’t love walking into the heart of danger to curry favor with the local magistrate of the hour... actually, that’s exactly it.

-Beckett