#Capulus

[httpscdff]

Manhas..🔥🔥🔥

Quem pega as Manha, Manha...💥👊🏽😜🔥🔥🔥🧠💡✨

— Mary S. Cooper–CDFF —

[zkylearnstherope]

. . .

I get it now...

Pfft.

Also, the heck!?

Where all these people coming from? There's no content in there.

[zkylearnstherope]

Oh no!

Pfft.

@zkylearnstherope I FOUND YOU IN THE YOUTUBE COMMENTS

[ssa-dado]

Symposium Series - Expanded Timeline

Warnings: Spoilers Ahead!

I’ve decided to finally expand the timeline, and I’ll be updating it as I write more chapters. I did my best to make everything align, but if you notice anything missing or any inaccuracies, feel free to (kindly) let me know!

■ 1992

You meet Peter Rogers for the first time at your mother's lecture.

Peter chooses (*Tara's voice*) your mom as his thesis supervisor.

■ 1997

You join the academy.

You meet Peter again at a conference.

Peter leaves for his overseas undercover operation.

Your father dies, Peter can't come to the funeral.

■ 1998

B.C.D. (Before Coffee Deal)

You join the BAU one week after your 21st birthday; you meet Aaron Hotchner, your new desk-mate.

At the end of your first case, Aaron calls you 'partner' for the first time.

0 - 75 A.C.M. (lat. in anno ab capulus multum ; In the Year of The Coffee Deal)

Hotch proposes "the coffee deal": for every day he arrives at the office before you, he owes you a coffee, until the day you finally get there before him.

Rossi confesses to Gideon that he was the one who suggested sending Peter, Hotch's former desk partner, on the undercover operation. They then make the decision to officially partner you with Hotch at work.

After the Guggenheim case, you and Hotch start to refer each other as 'partner'

76 - 199 A.C.M.

76 coffees later, Peter comes back at the BAU from his undercover operation.

When Hotch overhears about the passing of your father, he shares of his own past. This leads to the two of you getting to know each other on a personal level.

Peter makes a bet with you: if he won, he would get a date with you. Hotch meets Haley again.

You go back to your hometown to visit your father’s grave for the first time since the funeral.

Hotch places a Guggenheim Museum replica on your father’s grave.

You realise you have a crush on Hotch

■ 1999

200+ A.C.M.

200 coffees later, Hotch surprises you with a pen to mark the “anniversary” of your long-standing competition. He then introduces “the coffee deal 2.0”: if he manages to beat you to the office for a thousand days straight, he’ll have to propose to you.

You and Hotch do the devil's tango

Rossi leaves the BAU, Hotch becomes a lead profiler. You and Hotch agree to keep things strictly professional to ensure that your working partnership remains unaffected.

■ 2000

Aaron marries Haley.

■ 2001

726 A.C.M.

You decide to leave the BAU to take on a new role, teaching Behavioral Sciences courses across Europe.

You and Aaron start exchanging letters.

■ 2005

Jack is born

You are engaged to Peter

■ 2007

The team discovers that you’re scheduled to give a guest lecture in Quantico, which leads to a reunion with Hotch after six years apart.

You accept the offer to permanently teach at the Quantico F.B.I. academy.

Aaron reaches out to you for assistance on a case, and you provide your consultation over the phone.

After admitting your past feelings for each other, you decide to distance yourself from Aaron, pushing him out of your life. The two of you go nearly a year without speaking.

■ 2008

When Aaron is suspended for two weeks, Strauss asks you to step in as Unit Chief temporarily during his absence. You and Aaron make up.

[seraphim-sarai]

[Sadie] *She offers her best ‘customer service’ smile as Sarai, a stranger to her still, approaches the counter. The morning rush is tapering off and she’s tired, but still sounds chipper enough.*

Howdy! Welcome to Deja Brew. What can I get started for you today?

@abitofapancakesnob

Sarai was struggling. She failed to keep her usual cold and stoic demeanor as she nearly tripped over her feet as she stumbled into the shop. She smelled of heavy cigar smoke from the three she had smoked on the way to the shop.

Her mind was reeling from the three words Milan had told her. What could they possibly mean? Was she genuine? But it couldn't be! She was a Seraph and Milan was an Exorcist!

There was no way she was serious - Milan never was. That's what Sarai told herself as she rushed to the counter.

"May I..." she stumbled over her words, "May I have a...ugh, what was it called again?"

She struggled to remember what Sera and the other Seraphim had wanted, even though she was usually good at remembering whatever abominations they liked.

"Right," she said, "I'll take a capulus mayonnaise et aqua cum acidus crepito."

Wait. That wasn't English.

"Sorry. I meant νερό χοτ ντογκ και ιρλανδική σακούλα μπαχαρικών με γεύση latte."

That wasn't English either.

"Uh...that was...incorrect."

This was unbecoming of her.

[terapsina]

Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay. Post-Voyager, return home. (If you’ve seen Prodigy pre-Prodigy before Chakotay receives his commission as Captain. If you’re up to it, lightly touching on the Chakotay and Seven of it all? Seven might have left for the Rangers at this point. It’s alright if that’s too much of a prompt!)

(okay, this will take place closer to Post-Voyager era than Pre-Prodigy era but does take place inside that frame of time. Also, I couldn't find any specific dates about when exactly Seven joined the Rangers so let's just assume here that it happened pretty soon after they returned home (for various reasons but mostly because I think Seven would have grown restless pretty quickly and also because I just can't imagine she and Chakotay lasted very long at all)).

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ao3

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Chakotay and Kathryn were fine.

Completely fine. In comparison to the seven years aboard Voyager where they stayed at the constant edge of destruction, with the threat of losing all the souls aboard the ship that they were responsible for constantly biting at their heels, they were more than fine now.

They met for weekly dinners. They no longer argued because of the stress of their positions; because all they'd sacrificed of themselves had hollowed them out into a Captain and a First Officer and very little else. The frost that had grown in the cracks of their friendship had thawed during this past year home. They were sharing jokes again and enjoyed perfectly pleasant conversations in each other's company.

They discussed how their weeks had gone; and how Kathryn and him were adjusting to being home again. They talked about their sisters and shared whatever news they'd heard from the crew lately. Talked about the latest antics of Kathryn's two dogs - both the grand-pups of the Irish Setter she'd left behind on Earth when she'd been ordered to capture Chakotay an eternity ago. Mollie herself had lived only two months past the Voyager's return, Chakotay's heart still twinged remembering the way Kathryn had tried to keep up a strong face when she'd told him about the dog's passing.

They were fine. Really, they were better than they'd been in a really long time now.

Chakotay should have been happy about it, - and admittedly there was the relief that he hadn't lost Kathryn entirely. Their return to the Alpha Quadrant had given him his best friend back and...

...and Chakotay was miserable.

"You remember I told you how the voice reader for the replicator broke last week and I had to put it on manual? Well, Faba figured out this morning how to make the cursed thing spit out the last meal programmed in there, when I got home from Starfleet Command the entire kitchen floor was covered in dog food. You can't imagine the guilty looks on her and Capulus when they saw me." Kathryn's eyes danced with amusement as she took a sip of wine from her glass.

Chakotay's own lips pulled up at the corners, the initial moment entirely genuine because when Kathryn Janeway smiled the entire room brightened.

But the smile fell away a moment too quickly and ever observant, Kathryn noticed. "I'm sorry, Chakotay, I'm hogging the conversation this evening. You seem to have something on your mind?"

"No," he said, forcing forward another smile, hoping this one would better disguise his melancholy mood. "It's simply been a long week, I'm just tired, I think."

He saw Kathryn's eyes go to the timepiece hanging on the wall behind him and cursed himself for the chosen excuse. He didn't intend to make her think he was too tired for her company.

"It is getting late, I suppose I'll see you next week. Same time? Or do you have plans?" At the beginning of their post-return dinners, Chakotay had tried to read some kind of tightness in Kathryn's voice when she asked about his plans. Selfishly hoping for a sign that their implied existence might bother her, that there still existed traces of the feelings that years ago he'd been certain were there. But there was never anything except polite curiosity.

He was starting to suspect that whatever potential had been there had been destroyed by his stupidity and the very badly timed mid-life crisis that had tripped him just before the finish line.

"No plans," he told her and did his very best not to inquire after her own. He knew his question would be full of the unvoiced things lacking in hers.

"Speaking of, have you heard from Seven recently? She's been hard to get a hold of since she joined the Fenris Rangers."

"No," he said, avoiding Kathryn's eyes as he always did whenever she mentioned Seven of Nine now. He wished she'd stop. Or that she'd finally address the splinter he'd seen her ignoring for eleven months now. When Chakotay had told her that he and Seven had parted ways barely weeks after landing on Earth, she'd inquired if he was okay and revealed not a hint of emotion more. Not anger. Not relief. Not disappointment. Nothing. He might as well have been Harry Kim telling her how he'd broken up with one of the Delaney twins again. "But B'Elanna mentioned receiving a subspace message from her a few weeks ago so I wouldn't send out any alarms yet."

"Good." Kathryn smiled again, swallowing another deeper mouthful of the wine Chakotay had brought over earlier, and finishing the glass.

She wasn't as careful as usual though - being out of uniform and off the deck of the Voyager had made her freer in a number of tiny ways - and his eyes trailed a tiny spill of red as it escaped the corner of Kathryn's mouth and slid over her chin before gliding slowly down her neck.

Heat sliced clean through his lower stomach as he hastily averted his eyes, this time to hide the hunger that had no doubt visibly flashed across his face. Chakotay sent a silent thank you to the spirits of his ancestors for her eyes having remained closed while she enjoyed the last sip.

Maybe he really should start getting ready to leave.

Candlelight, wine, and Kathryn were not a combination that inspired all that much sanity in Chakotay. He'd thought he'd developed at least a partial immunity in the later years of their journey, as that brightly burning hope he'd cradled in his heart had eventually begun to be smothered by the innumerable trials and tribulations; by the thousand small cuts and steadily growing walls.

Of course, he'd pretty much found out exactly how wrong he was on that point the first time he'd seen her after the former members of the Maquis had received their official pardons from the Federation. When the entire crew had shown up to celebrate and he'd looked across the ballroom someone - probably Paris - had reserved for the event, when for the first time in years had seen Kathryn instead of Captain Janeway.

She'd been wearing a dark red dress that had hugged her front nearly like a second skin and let only air touch half her back. The dress had been tasteful and elegant of course, as anything Kathryn wore always was but Chakotay had known he was fucked the moment his eyes had landed on her. The feeling was yet to leave.

"Next week, then." He confirmed.

"Goodnight, Chakotay," Kathryn said and walked around the dinner table to give him a brief hug and a kiss on his cheek. His eyes slid closed at the singing sensation of her lips against his skin.

Right, that. If ever someone tried to convince him this woman didn't have a cruel bone in her body he might just have to point and laugh. Hysterically.

He opened his mouth to return the goodnight when something that had been steadily straining and stretching for months and months finally snapped.

"Are you ever going to forgive me, Kathryn?" he asked, exhaustion heavy in his voice and eyes still closed. He wasn't sure he could bear seeing her face if he was really starting this conversation.

"What?"

"I promised something to you once, and broke it just before it would have finally been time to fulfill it."

"You never promised me anything." And finally, he heard the tightness in Kathryn's voice he'd been looking for.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, letting her see all the things he'd shielded from her in the Delta Quadrant when showing them would have left his Captain bleeding.

"I did and you know I did, Kathryn. Never aloud because it would have hurt you to hear it. But we both knew."

And finally, finally, anger flashed like lightning in Kathryn's eyes.

"Why did it have to be Seven, Chakotay?"

"I don't know." And he didn't know. He'd asked himself that question a hundred times and never found a good answer. Not one that put him in any kind of good light anyway.

Male ego. Because a part of him had known that it would be the one way he'd actually be able to hurt Kathryn the way she'd been hurting him for years by then. Because he thought he couldn't hurt Kathryn at all and had to finally prove it to himself somehow. Because Seven had shown interest, and he'd been so very tired, and it could have been anyone at all. Because he'd been losing hope.

He didn't know.

"We were supposed to return to Earth together. You were supposed to be right beside me. It was supposed to--"

"I know. I'm sorry, Kathryn," Chakotay whispered and dared to wipe an angry tear from her face.

"And it's not like I had any right to feel--"

He smiled thinly. "And when I found you on Quarra I had no right to want to cave in Jaffen's face. Or that Irish hologram's. Or Q's."

And oh, how Chakotay had wanted to.

"I--" she looked startled like she hadn't suspected any of that. There was something nearly impressive about that, the crew certainly seemed to have steered clear of Chakotay for a solid week after every event where their captain had gotten courted by one alien or another.

Well, steered clear by everyone except Paris and Tuvok. And B'Elanna. But Paris had long since proven himself to be just a bit suicidal to a degree that had eventually earned him Chakotay's respect. And Tuvok was... well, Tuvok.

And B'Elanna just didn't count.

"I had no right. You had no right. But it hurt me, and then I hurt you. And I need to know if you're going to forgive me. Because it still hurts, Kathryn." He cupped the side of her face, barely letting his fingers graze her skin. "You're my best friend. And my partner for eight years now. And you're always going to be the love of my life. I will accept whatever answer you give me, even if you tell me that there's a part of you that's going to hate me forever. But please, Kathryn, I need to know."

Finished, Chakotay fell silent.

Kathryn stared at him with angry, anguished eyes. Then she closed them and Chakotay had to force himself not to shudder.

He could take whatever blow she threw. He'd survive it. Not entirely whole, maybe, but he would survive.

"There is an ancient legend among my people," she said, nearly entirely under her breath but Chakotay still felt the universe come to a stop; could feel the Earth itself halt in its spin. "It is about a Lonely Sea Captain who had lost her way in a storm, and to bring her people home she made a deal with the gods. She locked her heart in a wooden chest and promised them she would not open it until they reached shore. But there was a Brave Warrior aboard her ship too, who worried that without any heart at all the Lonely Sea Captain would be lost - and he was right, she would have been - so he gave her his heart to carry while her own was locked away. She wasn't always kind to that gifted heart, wasn't always careful with it, - and sometimes, sometimes she was afraid she'd lost it - but it gave her strength, and it gave her hope, and it brought her home."

"Is there really an ancient legend?" he whispered, barely daring to breathe. Caught in her gaze like a fly in a spider-silk web.

"No." Another tear began to slide down Kathryn's cheek. "But that made it easier to say."

Chakotay leaned forward and kissed that precious pearl of salt from her cheek.

"The Captain never lost her Warrior's heart," he assured her softly and waited patiently with his lips pressed into her cheek until she moved her head and kissed him.

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(fun fact: Capulus is Latin for Coffee and Faba is Latin for Bean).

[moonlady101]

Vae Victis

As promised, this is a small sneak peek of a fanfic I will post on ao3 as soon as I can. It is mainly a what if Cassius had been found by Antony as he commited suicide in Philippi. It will be a Antony/Cassius fic so it is obviously just based on historical events. I really like to imagine what would have happened if things had gone different for my poor saviors of the Republic, and I must admit that Marcus antonius has got to be one of my favourite romans (I mean that part on the second Philipi of Cicero about him sneaking into Curio's house because he was just too horny, that's just too good).

So here it is, I will post the link to the full fic on ao3 as soon as I finish it.

The sun was slowly lowering, and a breeze of cold autumn breeze made him shiver, the grass which covered the terrain looked dry and yellowish due to the lack of rain; not a single cloud had granted them rest from the sun throughout the day, as if Apollo himself refused to miss the chance to watch them loose everything they had been fighting for. He just hoped Brutus had been luckier and fallen in the heat of the battle, Octavian´s dogs had better not lain a single hand on him because if they had, he would find a way to make sure they paid, even if he had to get out of hades himself. No, there was definitely no place for them in whatever Rome was to become. He prayed to the gods that Messalla would forgive him for what he was about to do; at least he would be spared from the disappointment on his friend’s face. A soft quick sound broke the calmness and Cassius tightened his grip; footsteps, someone was approaching his hiding place fast. He was running out of time. He took one last second to take in his surroundings before closing his eyes. Perhaps it was easier that way, greeting the darkness before it took him for good. Perhaps he was just too afraid to be fully aware of what he was about to do. Perhaps… -Cassius!- His hand shook as he forced himself to push his own body forwards, the blade going deeper and deeper into his body. Pulling the gladius out was hard, yet he somehow managed, the capulus almost slipped from his sweaty fingers before throwing it to his side. The pain came slowly, in contrast with the blood dripping from the wound like water out of a fountain and into the ground. His head swam as he stared at the redness in his white tunic, then his knees gave in and he barely managed to stop the fall with the palms of his hands. -Cassius!- The voice broke the silence once more and a shadow was suddenly towering over his broken body. -Gods Cassius, what the fuck have you done?- Of all the situations Gaius had imagined, being found by the man who had been fighting him just a few moments ago was none of them. Antonius hair was a mess, his black curls, which were already starting to grey, flew in different directions all around his tanned face. His clothes were covered in dust and stuck to his sweaty skin. Cassius lifted his head for a second and they both stared at each other, he parted his lips, and the wave of pain that hit him turned his words into a low grunt. -Stulte-

[putah-creek]

Carpe Capulus. (Seize the coffee.) -jobe

[ask-lute]

[Sadie] Sounds great to me! I tend to like smaller, more charming places like that, too. But I’ve never been there before, so you’ll have to lead the way.

*She slows her walking pace so that Lute can take the lead. She grins from ear to ear as they continue down the street. Every single thing about being with Lute feels so right. Even something as simple as holding hands while walking around.*

[Lute gently pulls Sadie along to the coffee shop, occasionally looking back to smile at her beautiful girlfriend.]

You're going to love this place...also the name is a pun. The name Capulus is the owner's name they chose when they got here, but apparently it means coffee in Latin. So it's Capulus's Grind as in their work and Coffee's Grind because well...coffee. - 🗡️

[Lute snickers at the pun she finds way more clever than she should.]

[kyuremking]

Qlipoth Warriors pt.2

Presentation of the Qlipoth Warriors pt.2 Here to see part 1

Dwarves - They arrived to Capulus about a thousand years ago and have been in conflict with the elves for a long time, they possess strange abilities in addition to their magic. They inhabit the southeastern area of the subcontinent.

Telcar: King of the dwarves. He is very proud and possesses Modification magic. Initially he did not want to join the Qlipoth Warriors, but in the end he gave in when he recognized the danger that the devils meant for his people.

Thig: Linked to the Earth spirit Gnome, he possesses Earth magic and is Telcar's brother. Quiet and reserved compared to his noisy brother and the only person his brother listens to when he gets angry. It was he who convinced his brother to ally with the others to fight the devils.

Humans - Humans are complicated as they came to the subcontinent in different "waves" of different ethnic groups over the years. So I will divide them in order of arrival.

Chalicians: Descendants of the first "wave" of humans who arrived about two hundred years ago. Initially they lived in the northern zone but moved to the southwest in search of a better climate and to avoid conflicts with the elves and dwarves. Recently the various groups and tribes of Chalicians united under the command of Desea.

Desea: Possesses water magic and is bonded to the water spirit Undine being the first human to bond with a spirit. She recently united all those humans living in the southwestern part of the continent under her command. Ancestor of the royal family of Heart.

Tiber: Desea's husband, possesses whirlwind magic. Formerly a leader of a powerful tribe but joined Desea upon seeing her great power and they married to seal the alliance. Ancestor of the royal family of Heart.

Pykes: Second "wave" of humans, much more numerous than the previous one, arrived on the continent about a hundred years ago. They currently live in the north but recently some groups began to move south coming into conflict with the elves.

Agost: First human to be chosen by a grimoire with a clover which caused him to be rejected by his tribe. He possesses clover magic and hides a power unknown even to himself. Ancestor of the royal families of Clover.

Luca: Possesses soul magic, is a cousin of Aelius and Zelenia whom he hates. He considers Agost his best friend. He recently came in contact with a young demon named Adrammelech. Ancestor of the Zogratis.

Zelenia: Possesses moon magic, is Aelius' sister and cousin of Luca. Ancestor of Yuno.

Aelius: Possesses sun magic, brother of Zelenia and cousin of Luca. Ancestor of Yuno.

[adtothebone]

In capulus vita est.

[httpscdff]

Tudo Ator, Todo Ator, Tudo À To-A

Todo Ator, tudo Ator Ator-DOA!

— Mary S. Cooper–CDFF —

[zkylearnstherope]

Wha-

There's literally nothing there.

[cntvouz]

capulus et tu, et etiam cattus noster

da li ću moći da dekomunišem svoju slobodu među oblacima

[liampboyle]

She looked up finally, staring straight into my eyes with her brilliant purple ones. “I have absolutely not been stalking you. You look very similar to a recent ex that’s been stalking me. I was following you to make sure you weren’t him.”

“Well, this isn’t the first report I’ve gotten of having a doppelganger in this city. Sorry, if I came out a bit harsh, but you have a strong aura of magic, and well, you have been following me. By the way, my name’s Will. Can I buy you a coffee or something to make up for it? And no, I am absolutely not trying to hit on you or flirt. I feel like we started on the wrong foot here, and I would simply like to make up for it.” Will’s face softened back into more of a neutral expression, which in his case still looked like he was frowning somewhat but the crease above his left eyebrow faded as the tension relaxed in his forehead.

She looked down at the watch on her wrist, “Ok, I think I have some time, I’ll let you buy me a drink and ask a few questions, I’m guessing I’m your first vampire.”

The corners of Will’s mouth turned up slightly under his mustache, “Well, I know a decent place not far from here, have you ever been to Capulus Et Mixta Bibit?”

She smiled, “I’m familiar, aren’t Idlu and Ardat just the greatest?”

“I actually consider both of them friends, shall we go?” He turned and began walking down the street as she followed, her eyes now hidden behind the darkening lenses of her glasses.

“Will was it? My name’s Aurora. So how do you know our local succubi?” She asked.

“I walked into their shop about a year, year and a half ago, because I felt the magic coming out of there, curiosity on my part, and then they found out their magic doesn’t really work on me, and that got us talking and we became friends.”

“How does their magic not work on you, they’re beings of pure arcane magic and lust?”

“Asexual. Since their powers are based on sexual attraction, and that’s something I only rarely feel, they don’t really work on me, unless I intentionally accept the effects.”

Stephanie’s brow furrowed as she pursed her lips in thought, “that actually makes sense. Anyway, you want to know more about vampires?”

“Yes, but we can wait until we get inside and sit down.” Will, pulled the door to the shop open and motioned for her to walk in.

“Aurora, Will, I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Ardat’s human form smiled widely at them from behind the bar. 

“Actually, we just met. I’ll have a sangria, and get Will whatever he wants.” Aurora replied to her. 

Ardat shouted over to James, currently working the coffee counter, “Large red-eye, black.” Turning back to the pair, do you two want a table, I could clear out one of the booths if you like.”

Will grinned, “We’ll just find a spot thanks.” He turned and walked over to the coffee counter for his drink.

Ardat turned back to Aurora, “So, do you two want some company, it’s kind of dead today, and Idlu is out meeting with suppliers so he won’t be back for a while.”

Aurora leaned over the counter to give her a kiss on the cheek. “No, we had a bit of a rough first meeting, and just wanted to talk with each other if you don’t mind.”

Ardat just kept smiling, “Well, I’m not going anywhere, so just holler if you need anything. Oh, should I put these on your tab or Will’s?”

“My tab please,” replied Will as he walked back over with his steaming cup.

"Okay, what's true and what's bullshit?" "Excuse me?!" "Look, cut the crap, I know you're a vampire, and you've been stalking me for whatever reason. I just want to know what's real and what's not. Am I dealing with Bram Stoker or Stephanie Meyer here?"