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thedragonagelesbian · 7 months
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strawbubbysugar · 9 months
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I just saw chapter 3 come out!!! I’m so so so excited!!!!!! I’m going to read it immediately after writing this ask oh my gosh oh my gosh
I have a human OC named Andrel, a cartographer who in his teens worked as an escort/guide for people traveling in dangerous (urban) areas and unmarked trails. Through his 20s and 30s, he changed careers to making detailed, highly accurate hand-made maps based on the places he used to travel throughout Porphyal. :D He still guides people occasionally, and he still keeps tabs on the places he used to trek through, but he’s generally settled down a lot lol
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He has a couple friends who still work as guides, and I wish I could draw them but like. I have not drawn in forever. And boy is it tiring trying to start up again. Also i am horrible at coming up with clothes designs…so…oof
Either way, he’s made a lot of money selling them over time, as well as stuff he saved from his time as a guide, and tends to spend it all on little trinquets that line his home and the back-end of his cartography shop. :3
OK OK NOW I READ HHEHEHE IM SO EXICTED DUDEEE
OHOHO YESSS WELCOME !!!
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crazydreamercycle · 2 years
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A self-made list of male fantasy names
Abald
Alarence
Albel
Albence
Ald
Aleb
Alfroy
Alvaley
Amuel
Anderstian
Andrel
Antorris
Arcaleb
Archib
Ared
Arence
Arfield
Asayton
Aurice
Austill
Awrence
Aymond
Barnert
Bederick
Benjarl
Benjivan
Berick
Bern
Bernan
Bock
Brucus
Calfred
Calint
Caniel
Caul
Cey
Charbert
Chard
Charlester
Chaul
Chavid
Cherbert
Chrike
Cius
Clamuel
Clard
Clared
Clarel
Clarlie
Claroy
Claudwin
Clave
Claymond
Cleroy
Cley
Cliffoy
Clius
Cob
Cornelix
Dalph
Dance
Danick
Dard
Dawrence
Dennifford
Dervin
Dewin
Dole
Donackson
Dougle
Eam
Earam
Ederick
Ederson
Edwarry
Edwary
Edwas
Elas
Elbeslie
Eliason
Elictor
Elinand
Elishand
Elmerick
Elmesse
Elslie
Emanua
Emileon
Eodore
Eralph
Erdinand
Erest
Ernescar
Ernew
Eroy
Erson
Eugee
Eugeo
Evester
Feneral
Ferdinal
Ferdineral
Foland
Foroland
Forroland
Frael
Fredewis
Generan
Georles
Ges
Gijah
Gilijah
Grovid
Guie
Guson
Haraymond
Harond
Haroward
Haroy
Hatthew
Haymond
Herison
Herrison
Hert
Hesse
Homas
Horion
Howartin
Hubel
Huel
Irick
Isaick
Ivas
Jacil
Jasilas
Jearl
Jel
Jelias
Jeodore
Jescar
Jessel
Jis
Jold
Jomas
Jond
Jor
Joscar
Josenry
Josert
Joson
Laniel
Larvey
Lawrey
Lederick
Leerman
Leonace
Leonathan
Leorace
Lerick
Lerman
Leshall
Leter
Lewick
Ley
Lius
Loe
Lonnroe
Lonroe
Lorgan
Loruce
Louel
Louid
Louiel
Luthence
Mabner
Maniel
Mareston
Maross
Martichael
Martom
Mathaniel
Melvinoah
Milex
Millarnon
Mis
Monron
Mosett
Moseve
Myrony
Narold
Natharold
Newthy
Nilson
Noaron
Oler
Olick
Orenzo
Oscaniel
Otimon
Pederick
Pell
Peterick
Philen
Phillen
Pold
Pornold
Ralmer
Ramuel
Raymoy
Rew
Richamuel
Rid
Rilent
Rincent
Robenry
Rold
Rouis
Rusolomon
Russellomon
Russelomon
Russolomon
Salfred
Samuence
Samuis
Sancis
Sard
Sarence
Sarl
Sarlie
Savid
Saymond
Sidnard
Silake
Sillard
Spen
Thenry
Theoward
Thomard
Tonard
Tonrad
Vambrose
Walaud
Wallaud
Walthur
Warre
Warry
Wilva
Wirvin
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lireensilence · 10 months
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“You’re under arrest!”
It was following these words that the cursed life I lived truly began.
It became this way under the jurisdiction of a boy – Yes, a boy, who shouted these words at me from atop a white horse. I looked up at him, but in place of the looming officer I should have found at such height, it was a fellow who'd looked only around thirteen years of age – he couldn’t have been much older than me.
He was blond, his hair thick and waving onto his cheek, upon which sat an insolent grin that made the rest of him entirely unbearable. He was dressed head to toe in white and gold, colors which only the most arrogant of men could dare to wear in public – But on the breast of his coat was embroidered the crest of the Holy Guard.
A boy as young as him, as cheeky as him, as lighthearted as him, was by all fact an officer of the most esteemed guards this side of the country had to offer-  and he was here for my arrest.
A joke – I thought, as I took running – This is a joke!
But I was well aware by that point, that I was God’s most favorite thing to laugh at.
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My name, Alexandre De Graham, was read from the boy’s roster as if it were a mere chore he’d completed. I knew that I was one of many; my crime of petty theft was not worth the Guard’s time, but served well to provide training to the youngest of the troupe. The boy who pinned me to the wall took it quite seriously in that regard, and fought my every move with such vigilance- but my role as a training dummy became clear when he smiled again.
“There,” he’d said. “Are we done now?”
His playful tone scraped against every nerve along my back.
“Aren’t you going to arrest me?”
“Oh, but such paperwork.” Drawling this, he pulled his arm back and stepped away. My feet became ridden with a powerful urge to run again, but feeling that it would only delay the inevitable, I strove to take comfort in his lackadaisy.
“So what, then? You’re letting me go?”
“Well. I can’t do that. But I’ll tell you this– If you return what you stole, I’ll let you off with a warning!”
-- A warning? 
I couldn’t help but to scoff at it. Once again, ‘the inevitable’ whispered its vows overhead – But I considered the coins in my pocket, and their matches within any other’s pocket. My name was on a list, that much was true. But if they allowed that list into the hands of a boy such as this, then perhaps the money I had could buy at least a number of months uninterrupted. In that time, I figured, I could imagine a better way to deal with such a nuisance.
I drew out the coins and offered them to him– But likening further to the ache in my back, he shook his head and pointed in the direction we'd come from.
“Go back. Apologize.”
This was the future of the Holy Guard..!
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Predictably, when the old woman was made aware of the situation, she was quick to fawn over his kindness, his radiance; I felt my skin burning from the grin behind me.
As I was readied to leave, though, the woman took my arm, and her smile, a vague shape casting between the both of us, became directly pointed toward me. “You’ve grown quite a bit for one day, young man,” She said. “You’ll have to eat to catch up, won’t you?” - When she said this, she pushed a coin back into my hand, and nodded to us both. “Have a lovely evening, boys.”
When she turned, she took the arm of a man, and tapped her path out with a cane. Figures,  I thought– But the boy grabbed my shoulder to turn me around, and held two more coins up to me.
“She’s right, you know~ You have a lot of eating to do!”
Laughing, he pushed those into my hand, too.
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He'd said goodbye not very long after that, and climbed back onto his horse. I, attempting to let this strange afternoon roll off my shoulders, tried to turn my thoughts to how to best make use of the gifts. Just as I’d begun to sort it out, I heard the horse’s feet come to a halt, and the boy called to me once more.
“My name is Andrel Baker,” He said, and I looked at him. His smile, for the moment, was no longer cheeky and grating, but looked an odd sort of.. sincere.  In that moment, I recalled how few boys my age I actually spoke with, all while running about in the thick of it– I wondered how many he spoke with, from the hallows of that awful house. 
But then his face twisted, spitting at me with that same boyish amusement. 
“I’ll see you again soon, won’t I~?”
With that, he rode off. 
I took my winnings to the nearest pub, and asked for a small chicken pie.
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savagenativee · 1 year
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Whose got Andrell Williams from Phoenix
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messmersflame · 2 years
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we found a book from aeorian scholars about trying to kill gods
andrel (cleric): uhhh that's bad, you shouldnt fuck with the gods
grima (warlock): idk some of them suck
elliot (paladin): agree, MOST of them suck
andrel: wtf theyre like, metaphysical and the forces of the world tho? you cant just kill them?
grima: what if they deserve it though? what if theyre evil?
elliot: some of them definitely deserve it
andrel: okay even if they deserve if you CANT JUST DO THAT
grima: well this guy is giving it his best shot
eden (bard): sitting in the corner wondering what the fuck theyre all talking about and hoping none of them ask why he pings whenever they use detect evil and good
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dungeonsandblorbos · 2 years
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Campaign Intros: Curse of Strahd Prequel
because one campaign in this setting wasn't enough for me or my husband (the DM), we decided to pass the time between sessions of the main game with a prequel solo game! we're only about 6 sessions in, but it got off to a pretty grim start and has only gotten grimmer
which, ya know, is lowkey the goal for a gothic horror campaign, so it works!
~anyway~
the setting (and some backstory)
if you're familiar with Curse of Strahd as written (or you read my last campaign intro), you've probably got a decent understanding of the basic setting already, so i'll go into more detail here about Kire's immediate circumstances—in other words, how this mess all started
once upon a time, there lived a family; a mother named Ravena, a father named Barov, and two sons named Strahd and Sergei. they lived peacefully as the rulers of a happy little country centered in a prosperous valley. but their neighbors grew envious of their good fortune, and one day, they conspired together to attack and take the wealth for themselves. they killed the king and queen, but left the boys alive; and placed Strahd, the older of the two, on the throne as a puppet ruler
but Strahd was cunning and coy and bitter, and as he grew, he studied and practiced everything he could, and became a skilled fighter and mage. soon, he took his vengeance, slaying those responsible for his parents' murders and conquering their lands. he named his new domain Barovia, after his father, and called the castle he built there Ravenloft, for his mother
and then, unsatisfied, he kept going, conquering and devouring and leaving ruin in his wake
the rest of the continent watched his spree with apprehension, and when they could stand their fear no more, banded together to form a massive army to take him on. in time, they were able to drive him back to his castle, where they defeated him. Strahd, finally, was dead. except, well . . .
it didn't stick
through some unholy magicks, he had escaped death. all that effort, all those deaths, for naught. in order to keep him and his army from continuing their path of destruction, a curse was placed to keep him confined to his homeland, and Barovia—and everyone within it—were banished to the Shadowfell, a demi-plane of evil
it's about five years later. with no one else to conquer, Strahd has turned on his own people, and in turn, some of his own men turned on him. the war continues, now a fight for the freedom of Barovia against its own king. it is a fight for the very soul of the nation—and, unfortunately, the people of Barovia seem to be losing
the party
Kire Dalca: my PC! you know her, you met her here. a variant human eldritch knight. though she was once an idealistic young soldier, the war has taken nearly everything from her; her friends, her mentor, her idealism, her mental health, even her chance of ever seeing home again even if she does survive. wary and hyper-alert, she can be suspicious and jumpy. her sense of humor has become dark and wry. she was never much of a people-person, but she's even less of one now, alternating between distant and gruff. even so, she remains compassionate and clings to hope, willing to throw herself in harms' way to save an ally or in the name of the greater good
Carlen II: an elven NPC and an incidental companion from Valakia, stronghold of the resistance. named for his father, and hopes to pass the name down to his grandson. a kind and compassionate family man, he's studied some holy magic and uses it to help where he can
some NPCs
Carlen I: Carlen II's father. a serious man and notably strong mage, deeply involved in the resistance, serving as one of its big three alongside Andrel and a mysterious third who recently quit
Andrel: a holy man who once served as Strahd's personal pastor and healer, and was even a close "friend" of his, until their moral differences became too great. an incredibly powerful cleric. about twenty years ago, he ventured into a nearby valley in service of his god, the Morning Lord, and returned with suddenly red hair and an aura that drives away evil things. he’s one of the few people Strahd truly fears or respects—he's also an excellent baker!
Pete Durst: a physician in Barovia. he's thin and has a bit of a skullet and deep, dark eyes. not a very nice person. though a member of the Chertobog-worshipping community group, he's been acting kinda weird and suspicious lately
Gustav Durst: Pete's cousin. a hearty and robust "family man" who hasn't gone to Chertobog church meetings in about a year. may be cheating on his wife
Elisa Durst: Gustav's wife. she was pregnant about a year ago, and then she wasn't, and none of their friends have seen the baby. come to think of it, they haven't really seen her, either. may be part of a blood god cult
Harkis Wayburn: a large, jovial man with a big bushy red beard and hair. doesn't quite know his own strength. an excellent entertainer, his stores of wine are plenty and his were-boars-in-blankets are a hit with party guests. hosts the Chertobog meetings at his home. his family came to Barovia from Calatia about 50 years ago, and made their fortune through the fur trade. he's incredibly generous, sending Kire and Carlen on their way with roughly a pound of were-pigs and a fur coat each
Andrei Wayburn: one of Harkis's sons. these days, he's busy being a teenage rebel and having his own little religious meetings centered on Chertobog's evil rival, Shuderbog, a god of blood and death and violence. apparently, he's inherited his mother's charisma and converted some townspeople (cue group glare at Pete)
The Order of the Silver Dragon: a brotherhood of paladins devoted to different gods, led by the silver dragon Argynsvost. they were instrumental in the fight against Strahd, being the first to start the counterattack against him. they pushed his forces back to Barovia, giving armies like Kire's the opportunity to enter the country while Strahd was distracted. many of their dead have returned as revenants
The Order of the Feather: an order of paladins devoted to the Barovian storm god Retrut, they historically served as the von Zarovich family's personal guard. they were part of Strahd's forces when his conquests first began, but joined the resistance when he turned his violence against his own people. their initiation rituals are a closely guarded secret. many, if not all, of their members are raven masters; as such, they're a crucial part of communication networks. some have been said to also use their ravens in battle. in uniform, they're easily recognizable; matte black armor, tall shields marked with a raven, the leader's helmet winged and beaked, all carrying spears that seem to hum like lightning
Strahd: the man monster, the myth, the legend. you know him, you love to hate him, but he's younger and not quite so bored yet. ruthless, cunning, powerful, he craves revenge and control and cares very little who he has to step on to get what he wants. according to Andrel, he's been getting very creative with his experiments lately; in addition to self-experimentation and figuring out how to create vampire spawn, he's also been making awful horrible evil monsters like the skin kites
[redacted]: a horrifying eldritch family who lives in a cute little blue farmhouse surrounded by impossibly vast fields of "corn" and "scarecrows." that's right, they made an appearance in the prequel too! well, appearance is a strong word—we never actually see them here. we just know there's a father, a mother, and a child, whose disembodied voices speak in charming southern (US) drawls and teleport around you, asking you to stay for dinner. and, when you refuse, they sigh and say, oh well, at least a descendant of yours will
the plot
stationed in Barovia village with nothing much to do, Kire jumps at the chance to help investigate a strange occurrence troubling the town: from this area alone, three hundred and twenty-one people have gone missing over the past year. they suspect that it is not the vampire spawn or werewolves to blame, but humans, perhaps a cult of some kind
while out in the woods searching for evidence of cult activity, she meets Carlen II, who is out on his own investigation. apparently, someone has been attacking people on the roads to Valakia, and just leaving the bodies there. concerned the investigations could be related, they agree to work together, and make their way to Valakia to follow up on a lead
when they arrive, the city is in the midst of a siege. they barely manage to get inside in one piece, and spend a tense evening with the resistance at the temple. two of its big three members are there, but the mysterious third left some time ago. no one really wants to talk about him, but it does come up that Andril and Carlen Sr. had been working on a magical sword (named the Sunsword) for him to use against Strahd before he left
the next day, Valakia is sent into a panic when a ballista bearing Strahd's personal battle flag flies over the wall and slams into the ground. worried the fight is unwinnable, Nedrick, the new leader of the Order of the Feather, suggests Andril use the Sunsword and take Strahd out. unfortunately, the Sunsword will not be powerful enough to do that except in the hands of its intended owner
and so, Kire and Carlen hit the road again, travelling back to Barovia in the hopes that they can find the mysterious third there and convince him to take up the cause again before it's too late
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thedragonagelesbian · 2 years
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444names · 1 year
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world countries + american forenames
Aacque Aarlebby Aartielay Albarnonn Alberinige Alberria Alfren Aliamy Allydia Allyn Alpher Alucilace Alvian Amarl Ambil Amensthle Ancessie Andraisty Andregoldi Andrel Aneigh Annatterra Annicath Anter Anuatro Apolis Arathel Aresovia Arshle Arvia Auline Bahris Baryannet Baryle Becia Bella Berick Beris Berla Berry Bertrathy Bhuthia Bildredia Bobbillene Bobbis Bonga Bouguat Bricar Brietty Brinn Brisalisa Bulie Bulingera Calan Calind Carde Cargie Caric Carly Caroya Cattie Changor Chatie Chrialada Cinicia Cisey Cliba Clizab Coberiangie Codne Colaite Corobel Couis Crafasha Cranlebon Critne Crola Cuand Cynda Czecton D'iva Dacell Dagne Daguy Dandana Darle Darlyn Deannissie Dearosonie Desia Diteroly Dommi Donacecia Dorea-bique Dorosey Dovandy Dovie Dwarie Dwistin Eanniam Echri Edgenthaney Edrestine Elbertacky Equelin Errya Esotte Eughan Eulil Eundro Felinetchra Fingo Flois Florazann Florey Fraquel Fredwil Fredwindix Fritterthan Galeend Ganne Genice Geonique Geredne Geriete Geris Gernanda Gerry Gerton Gland Gleene Glends Gor-lernia Goregor Greanua Greateron Groon Guaric Gueli Haelie Hanceycey Harait Hareddia Harent Harmann Heliene Hellaus Hellice Hellomarl Herbel Herly Holanya Howarrie Hunier Huria Icheillawna Irafren Irencelia Irgie Iricamon Iscily Jacoma Jacque Jaind Jamill Jamyanya Jandia Jandy Japalie Jasey Javetha Jeandren Jeann Jeatand Jeffell Jefferta Jeffor Jefinda Jeney Jenrithaele Jerondy Jesieline Jesloly Jestanie Jesti Jibabevalte Jibia Jikelly Jillica Joanda Jodnathunie Jodnee Johallis Johan Johnn Johnna Johnnetteva Johnnia Jonna Joren Joriamau Josca Joshertoyd Josie Juandriscan Juank Juathon Julial Julipe Julis Karettermau Karleene Karya Katen Kathark Kathon Kattan Kayssicarl Kazegren Kazil Kazilaul Kelia Kelleney Kente Keycharry Kinda Kistisra Koranda Koristis Kosheridita Krasomerd Krianda Kricton Krictor Krinanla Krioloydia Kritnet Kurinie Kurtim Kuwarge Lando Lanie Laniftoy Lanthance Latel Lelaran Lesia Lessa Leste Litine Lixie Lizann Lliber Loldrey Lomelia Lored Loria Lorie Loronya Lorwazan Loutallip Loutine Luperry Maguan Malasoley Malia Malie Malize Malla Mandanya Mandredone Mangent Maniecili Maraq Marced Marine Maristinet Marmallyn Maron Marray Matium Matrianda Matricey Mauda Maulia Maurtifri Mellawn Mered Merna Misie Moniet Monighae Monio Monya Morahanna Morda Moricarace Mormabony Moroccante Namoth Nelie Nestifforg Nezuelyn Nitris Norellyn Norgameg Nortie Olaurk Paicton Pakimela Pakirent Pakisyra Pakity Pambia Paminez Panda Parve Pathurkel Pattim Patvinata Paudie Paulianne Pedgam Peghae Penna Poree Portne Portune Qatellen Racey Rafgh Raithandra Ralley Razecubya Razere Razil Ressanna Rinevend Roanda Robarna Robbis Rolarren Rolatacque Rolatan Romelleall Ronighan Rooke Rosaymorild Rostandon Rotsyrae Roxana Rucel Runda Runes Runia Rusie Rwaystina Sabis Sable Saithrisey Salben Salgary Sambil Sambit Sandaijango Sanesloista Sanne Saosa Seangie Semace Sephian Shawille Sheandroxan Sheles Sheli Sheristas Sielip Solourmara Somel Soneandy Sonew Sonjaven Sovindia Sravisa Stamell Stannez Stemyrgel Styrice Sudia Suelia Suellarly Surictorthy Sustica Sustie Suzbelordo Swith Syleinar Syrosove Tance Tanlette Tannala Tannez Tannya Tarrayn Telsemoneg Tembeline Thadoldia Thath Thrill Thugle Thylvivan Tinaosti Toiri Tomarus Trasepalu Tugari Turidgerie Turta Ughte Ukrith Unine Vakisarcill Valuist Vandannei Vantogo Vellenn Vennalarcur Verma Vetthawin Vialysidne Vidgene Vindsamina Vinisterta Vistat Waitandy Waray Warla Wayemori Wigharley Wigua Wiguan Wilin Yvonsta Zilta
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infiniteandrelic · 5 months
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unlockingwithkey · 2 years
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Beyoncé Releases “Break My Soul (Acapella Version)” + Tracklist For Her New Album, “Renaissance” 
Beyoncé’s upcoming album, “Renaissance,” is set to be released on July 29th.
“Renaissance” Tracklist:
I’m That Girl - Beyoncé, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Kelman Duran, MIKE DEAN, Tommy Wright III & Andrea Yvette Summers
Cozy - Beyoncé, Nija Charles, Honey Redmond, Christopher Lawrence Penny, Luke Francis Matthew Solomon, MIKE DEAN, Dave Giles II, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant & Curtis Alan Jones
Alien Superstar -Beyoncé, Honey Redmond, Christopher Lawrence Penny, Luke Francis Matthew Solomon, MIKE DEAN, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney, S. Carter, David Debrandon Brown, Dave Hamelin, Timothy Lee Mckenzie, Danielle Balbuena, Rami Yacoub, Lev
Cuff It - Beyoncé, Nile Rodgers, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, Raphael Saadiq, Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney, Morten Ristorp, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Mary Christine Brockert & Allen Henry McGrier
Energy Ft. Beam - Beyoncé, Skrillex, Tyshane Thompson, BEAM, Almando Cresso, Jordan Douglas, Tizita Makuria, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Mary Christine Brockert, Allen Henry McGrier, Pharrell Williams, Chad
Break My Soul - Beyoncé, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Christopher A. Stewart, S. Carter, Allen George, Fred McFarlane, Adam Pigott & Freddie Ross
Church Girl - Beyoncé, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Ernest “No I.D.” Wilson, Elbernita Clark Terrell, Jimi Stephen Payton, Dion Lamont Norman, Derrick Robert Ordogne, James Brown, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Glen Price, Ralph MacDonald & William Salter
Plastic Off The Sofa - Beyoncé, Sabrina Claudio, Sydney Bennett & Nick Green
Virgo’s Groove - Beyoncé, Leven Kali, Solomon Fafenson Cole, Daniel Memmi, Dustin Bowie, Darius Dixson, Jocelyn Donald, Jesse Wilson, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews & Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney
Move Ft. Grace Jones & Tems - Beyoncé, Richard Isong, Ariowa Irosogie, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney, Temilade Openiyi & Ronald Banful
Heated - Beyoncé, Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Samuels, Jahaan Sweet, Rupert Thomas Jr., Sean Seaton, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney & Ricky Lawson
Thique - Beyoncé, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Chauncey Hollis, Jr., Atia Boggs, Julian Martrel Mason, Jabbar Stevens & Cherdericka Nichols
All Up In Your Mind - Beyoncé, Jabbar Stevens, MIKE DEAN, Cherdericka Nichols, Michael Tucker, Alexander Guy Cook, Jameil Aossey & Larry Griffin, Jr.
America Has A Problem - Beyoncé, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, MIKE DEAN, S. Carter, Andrell D Rogers & Tino Santron Mcintosh
Pure/Honey -Beyoncé, Michael Tucker, Raphael Saadiq, Darius Dixson, Michael Pollack, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney, Moi Renee, Eric Snead, Jerel Black, VEJAI MARCEL ALSTON, Michael D. Cox, Andrew Richard
Summer Renaissance - Beyoncé, Leven Kali, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, MIKE DEAN, Brittany “@Chi_Coney” Coney, Terius “The-Dream” Gesteelde-Diamant, Atia Boggs, Lavar Coppin, Saliou Diagne, Ricky Lawson, Donna Summer, Giorgio Moroder & Peter Bellotte
{Will You Buy It}
7/22/22
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g-ovana · 5 months
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A minha mãe é sempre foi uma guerreira eu serei eternamente grata e orgulhosa por ter sido filha dela e eu amo ela de uma maneira que eu não sei explicar só sei que é o que eu tenho de mais precioso no mundo e o dia que eu perder ela Deus pode me levar junto porque se eu continuar no mundo vou acabar me perdendo.
O Junior foi o homem que eu mais amei no mundo e talvez ele duvide disso porque nosso relacionamento começou em meio a fofocas e conflitos de alguém que não queria nos ver bem eu peço perdão pelas vezes que de certa forma magoei ele eu todos os dias tento ser alguém melhor embora nada pareça suficiente. E sim, se eu morrer agora eu te amo de um jeito que eu nunca amei e te quis como nunca quis e nunca fiz questão de alguém na minha vida como eu fiz contigo eu larguei a minha vida pra viver o que eu achava que era nossa vida e eu posso dizer que fui feliz nem sempre mas fui.
Minha irmã é a joia mais linda e brilhante do mundo e o sorriso dela me salvou em vários dias nublados eu a amo e eu sei que ela sabe disso porque nossa conexão é única.
Meu irmão é o que eu tive mais próximo de um pai e os conselhos dele quando eu amadureci fizeram sentido se eu tivesse escutado antes não teria sofrido tanto e é o homem mais importante do mundo pra mim
O Andrel é o meu pequeno gênio e eu sei que ele vai dar muito orgulho é o filho que eu não tive e o único homem que me dava ordens e eu fazia sorrindo kkkk a "pocalia" te ama tanto ❤️
A Maria é uma cópia autenticada minha e da minha irmã e é tão linda com aqueles cachinhos o jeitinho bem pispirica eu amo demais é a minha filha emprestada tem meu coração ❤️
E a Flávia cada sorriso banguela que me deu colou um caquinho do meu coração e eu vou amar vocês pra todo sempre onde eu estiver. E se eu pôr acaso virar uma estrelinha do céu eu juro que eu vou brilhar bem forte e cuidar de vocês. ❤️😔
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Savaşsız bir dünya…iyi pazarlar🌺
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