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baileybasses · 1 year
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CHRISTIAN SERRATOS via instagram
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seethals · 8 days
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672 gifs of fiona palomo in el roomie — you can access the gifs by clicking the source link. all usage rules are on the gif pages themselves and all i ask is for them to be respected. please like and reblog this post if you found these useful!
content warnings: kissing.
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jazaesis · 2 days
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Idalia thrived in the role of a Jedi Master. What she loved most about being a Master was the opportunity to guide the development of her Padawans, providing them with a structured path to harnessing their abilities and guiding them in understanding their roles within the broader context of the Jedi Order and the galaxy.
She was also keen on teaching them not just how to wield the Force, but to understand its implications and the responsibility it entailed. This included engaging in detailed discussions about the Jedi Code, the philosophy of the Light versus the Dark Side, and how to face moral dilemmas.
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fiddles-ifs · 9 months
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THE KING'S PHYSICIAN: CAST
SIBIR TEMYURINKAI | The Wolf (Gender selectable. She/her, he/him, they/them)
Age: Mid 30s Ethnicity: Ruz Height: 5'7/173cm
Mercenary, captain, commander, and your best friend of many years. Sibir found you at your lowest and helped you realize you were more than just a child of unfortunate circumstance. The two of you have been thick as thieves for more than a decade -- and yet sometimes you think you catch yourself wanting more. They're difficult to read. Only a handful of people (yourself included, most of the time) can pick up on their microexpressions and the nuances in their tone. Introverted, sarcastic, easy-going.
Flavor of romance: Friends to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, love epiphany, shippers on deck.
LISANDRO ABARCAS | The Lion (He/him)
Age: Late 20s Ethnicity: Alandrian (Rionante) Height: 5'11/180 cm
The young king-uncrowned of Alandria, Lisandro has spent the past six years putting down petty revolts and consolidating power after his father's death. Still technically in his regency, Lisandro has yet to be baptized and officially crowned -- despite being the king in all but name. He hires Sibir's mercenary company after a chance encounter to provide extra security for his upcoming baptism. After a mysterious illness threatens to end Lisandro's prosperous reign before it begins, you might be the only one able to help him. Charming, tender-hearted and just, though not exactly honest. Lisandro requires the use of a cane due to an accident in childhood.
Flavor of romance: Courtly love, Uptown Girl, savior complexes.
IDALI ABARCAS | The Spider (She/her)
Age: Mid 30s Ethnicity: Alandrian (Rionante) Height: 5'9/179cm
Duchess of Baqueria, second in line to the throne, Lisandro's sister -- and biggest obstacle. Idali returns to the capital city of Elvira to attend her brother's baptism, and is Suspect No. 1 when Lisandro falls ill. Her extensive spy network, resources, and open, vicious hatred of her brother makes her the obvious choice, but like everyone in Alandria, Idali has secrets. Some she might be willing to share. Cunning, calculating, and capricious.
Flavor of romance: Uptown Girl, Defrosting the Ice Queen, #girlbossmode, dancing with danger.
TESIAS | The Serpent (Gender selectable. She/her, he/him, they/them)
Age: Mid 30s? Ethnicity: Mani? Height: 6'0/182 cm
A mysterious masked traveler who offers you information -- for a price. A consummate professional spy, it's hard to tell who they're working for. Idali? Lisandro? Themself? Someone else? They say they're Mani, a nomadic ethnic group often harassed in Alandria. They also say they're shudnah -- outcast by their Clan for some kind of crime. One thing you know for sure: Tesias is out for revenge. And they will get it. But against whom?
Flavor of romance: [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]
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humblegrub · 2 years
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Idalis herois have little clown faces.......
image 1 / image 2 / image 3
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secretwhumplair · 1 year
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The proposal, p.1
1,162 words | Royal arms (sequel to Oops)
Content | Captivity, fear for loved ones, fear of death, battle injury, humiliation, starvation
Notes | In case you were wondering what Arracen was doing all this time... crying.
But now! He gets to meet Idalis again! (I mean, a little. Won't get around to posting the second part 'til sunday probably ^^;)
Taglist | @whumpy-writings @cupcakes-and-pain @whumpzone @newbornwhumperfly @nicolepascaline @thegreatwhodini @neverthelass @wolfeyedwitch @onlybadendings @quietshae @whumpcreations @whumpydaydreams @whumpsy-daisy @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @kixngiggles @tears-and-lilies @melancholy-in-the-morning @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @whump-cravings
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Arracen sat in the dungeons of his own castle, and cried. He wondered whether he would be publicly executed to send a message to his own people, or left to rot in this cell until he died, or worse. He wondered what would happen to his people, what tyranny they might be subjected to at the whims of their conqueror. But mostly he cried for Nelisa and Lint.
He didn’t know what had happened to them. Nelisa at least would have the good sense to pretend she was no one important, possibly even attempt an escape, but certainly Idalis would have heard of them, and it would be so easy to scare the servants into revealing the truth. Would he have them killed, or give them to his men for entertainment? Would he keep them for himself, just to show them and all that he, Arracen, could no longer protect even those he loved most?
Maybe he should have kept fighting, for them. But then, had there really been a chance for anything other than more death and less mercy?
The cut in his arm throbbed with pain; it barely bled anymore, but certainly, it should be seen to by a doctor. Then again, plenty of the soldiers he had ordered into battle had to go without proper care, there simply weren’t enough medics; didn’t it serve him right, then?
He hadn’t been able to protect or care for anyone, at the end.
He had lost track of time when he finally heard footsteps and the shine of a torch approaching the barred door of his cell. Four soldiers, wearing Idalis’ colours, came into view and unlocked the door.
»By the King’s orders, you are to come with us.«
There was no point arguing; Idalis had already proven he had no issue threatening his life. He tried to stealthily dry his tears as he was escorted upstairs, the fading daylight still bright after the darkness of the dungeon.
They brought him into one of the guest rooms.
»Clean yourself up, sir. You will join the king for supper.«
Arracen stared at the door as it was slammed in his face, completely baffled. What was going on? What was Idalis playing at? Did he want to present his captive to the court - to blackmail his, Arracen’s, followers into loyalty, or purely as a show of triumph?
The tub was even filled with warm water, and on the bed lay a set of his own civil clothing, clearly straight from his wardrobe, which Idalis must have shamelessly rifled. It wasn’t a very festive outfit, but it was more than decent.
He pulled himself together; no matter how anxious it made him, for now he didn’t have a choice but to do as he was told. He certainly didn’t want to anger the man who held Nelisa’s and Lint’s lives in his hands if he hadn’t already killed them.
He would see how much wiggling room he could carve out once Idalis finally deigned to tell him what he was up to.
The warm water was so comforting he was tempted to just sink back and relax into it for a moment. But he didn’t know how much time he had to get ready, and really, right now he didn’t feel like he deserved this kind of luxury, so he opted for a quick full-body wash instead. It felt plenty luxurious, even so, to finally get the sweat and blood and grime still clinging to him from the battle off. The water stung in his wound, but at least it had stopped bleeding. He wondered whether Idalis had plain forgotten he was wounded, or wanted him to suffer, or force him to bargain for a doctor.
It didn’t matter. Without doubt, he still was better off than most of the wounded, so he really should stop wallowing in his misery.
He swallowed thickly, noticing how dry his throat was. There was a jar of water on the bedside table, and he took a hesitant sip, unwilling to trust anything Idalis had given him. He was hungry - he hadn’t had anything to eat since his capture, except a slice of bread a dungeon guard, one of his own, slipped him when none of Idalis’ people were looking, and he didn’t really know how long it had been. He had barely noticed it at first through the fear for his loves and the humiliation of being manhandled home into his own castle, but by now it was almost painful.
He would have supper with the king, they’d said. He wondered, bitterly, whether Idalis would enjoy watching him try to stay dignified in front of a meal fit for a king, while he was so starved.
He forced a deep breath, dressed himself, and sat down in the chair by the window to await whatever Idalis had in store for him. He couldn’t lose his head now, whether from fear or from hunger; Lint’s and Nelisa’s lives might hinge on his actions.
He was glad he had been quick, because it wasn’t long before the door opened after a brief knock not waiting for a response.
Once more he was escorted by guards, this time into the dining room.
He had half-expected it to be filled with sneering faces Idalis had assembled, ready to watch him flounder in a desperate attempt to protect all he loved.
Instead, the room was almost empty. Only two people sat at the table.
He was led forward to its head, and forced onto his knees; not that it took much forcing - he hated how pliable he was being, but he had to put his loved ones’ safety first, and that meant not angering the man before him.
He forced himself, despite his fear, to look up at the man sitting in his father’s place, where he himself had only sat so briefly. All these deaths on the battlefield he had decided were warranted to protect the rest of his people, and now it had all been for nothing. Fresh tears caught in his throat, but he forced them down; he would not give the conquerer the satisfaction of seeing him weep.
Idalis stared down at him like a hawk, shifting slightly as he examined his prey. He was startlingly young, younger than Arracen himself - he knew this, of course, when he was still a hostage, he had heard the king laugh off this child-king of a distant land; but that was before they all learned better, before the insatiable young man marched across one border after another. On the right-hand seat, a man that could only be Cassio sat and examined him as well, less like a hawk, more like a cold-blooded reptile.
»That will do,« Idalis told the guards within a moment, and gestured at the chair to his left once they had disappeared. »Take a seat.« His voice was oddly soft, knowing what he was and what he had done.
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hoodharlow · 5 months
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somehow i managed to listen to jackman and twtas but not the entirety of come home the kids miss you until tonight - i was not prepared for him to be sooo horny on main 🤭
Plsssss 😭😭😭 the first time I listened to chtkmy it was a bit jarring lol
Like okayyyyy
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feykaplan · 10 months
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nightrest jail 📞 belkis
FEY: [ ringing... ]
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kyleyangs-a · 10 months
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kyle 📲 v 🤍
kyle: so that's why you were protecting him kyle: should i even ask what the fuck happened, vera?
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baileybasses · 1 year
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CHRISTIAN SERRATOS
as rosita espinosa in the walking dead . 
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seethals · 23 days
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click on the source link to access #414 gifs of jude demorest in star (S02): episode 1 to 3 — you can find all usage rules on the gif page itself and all i ask is that you respect them. please give this post a like and reblog if you found these useful.
content warnings: kissing, flashing lights.
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jazaesis · 3 days
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Idali Nascenti
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fiddles-ifs · 9 months
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FCU Nerd to thembo scale?
Depends on the type of intelligence. In terms of good ol fashioned book learnin:
Tesias, Mattie, Nazeri, Idali, Sibir, Bautista, Lisandro, Devin, The Physician, Lane, Fury, The Tracker, Trace,
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karajaynetoday · 5 months
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i love spotify wrapped day
especially bc i get to see all my pals from 2020 tumblr that i'm insta mutuals with show their top artists/songs and 5sos is usually still sprinkled in there
what a time we all used to have together online 😘
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rainbabbles · 7 months
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the randos continue OoO)/
apollo's sister, a boxer who kicks ghost butt
LITERALLY the head of the American Esoterica Society
head of research and all positive vibes for AES
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kpmatthewskidd · 1 year
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K.P. 📲 Clara
K.P: hey you K.P: whatcha up to this weekend? K.P: other than mama's ofc K.P: debating whether or not to actually show up at medusa's after
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