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This concept art where they show Arnaud alive until the end 🔥🔥🔥
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Just a reminder for my fellow APT fans! Requiem will have its first anniversary October 18th! That’s just a few weeks away! I’m definitely going to be posting that day, probably a fanfic chapter and a bunch of in game pics I’ve taken.
I think it would be awesome if we all posted something Plague Tale oriented on October 18th to show Asobo how much we loved their game! 🥰 you absolutely don’t have to, but if you can, I think it would be awesome and such an encouragement to Asobo! ❤️
I’ll post another reminder in a week or so! Love the Plague Tale fandom! Y’all are the best!
#a plague tale#a plague tale requiem#amicia de rune#lucas the apprentice#lucas x amicia#lumicia#amicia x lucas#a plague tale amicia#a plague tale innocence#lucas#hugo de rune#asobo studio#anniversary#beatrice de rune#Robert de rune#sophia the sea scorpion#arnaud the wall#rats#siblings#Olivier deriviere
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DILAN SELVI (BAHAR ŞAHIN) & LEYLA SELVI (BURCU ÖZBERK) HAS FOUND.
Connection: Crime Family/The Money
Suggested Name: UTP
Age Range: 28-35
Species: Any species but fae
Suggested FCs: UTP, but some suggestions are Alex Landi, Francois Arnaud, Berk Cankat, Jacob Elordi, Jordan Calloway, Apo Nattawin, Cody Christian, Sinqua Walls, Michael Trevino, Mason Gooding
Connection Description:
The Selvi sisters are criminals/thieves. Your character would be apart of their make shift family and they currently work together on different crimes/heists. Up to plotting how they met and became involved.
For this character they very much met after Dilan and Leyla were on the run together and probably became the first member of the crime family.
They met when Dilan and Leyla were trying to break into their house vacation house to steal food, art, and etc. They had broke in late at night thinking everyone had left, only to find your character alone in the house. Rather than rat them to the police your character let them take what they came for, then proceed to follow them.
They were a rich teenager bored with their life and the fact their parents never paid them any mind. Rather than stay in a world that bored them, they joined the girls along for their cons and heists.
Whenever there is legal trouble or anything is needed money wise your character is the one who shows up to bail people out via their connections or cash. They come from old money, but the money is only used when needed. This way your character doesn’t feel used.
They would be the most attached to the girls overall and probably have followed them everywhere expect for when they are doing things to appease their parents so they fund the lifestyle that your character has (which they likely lied to the parents and said it was a party or gaming lifestyle). They always look out for the girls and make sure they always had food and a place to stay.
If they have been in Lunar Cove or are just arriving is completely up to you.
Please be sure to contact the player before applying:
Becca & Kourtney is available for DMs on @lunarcovehq !!
#mason gooding fc#Michael Trevino fc#Sinqua Walls fc#Cody Christian fc#Apo Nattawin fc#Jordan Calloway fc#jacob elordi fc#berk cankat fc#francois arnaud fc#alex landi fc#human wc#witch wc#vampire wc#werewolf wc#familial wc#closed wc#closed connection
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The muscles of the human body, third layer, seen from the back; the figure balances a club with his right hand and stands before a wall of stone blocks. Colour mezzotint by L. Gautier d'Agoty after A. E. Gautier d'Agoty, 1773.
Gautier d'Agoty, A. E. (Arnaud Eloy), 1741-1771.
Wellcome Collection
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Theatre Deep Dive: David Tennant in 'The Real Inspector Hound/Black Comedy' (1998)
For today's dig into DT's theatre career, let's have a chat about the 1998 double-billed plays The Real Inspector Hound and Black Comedy, shall we? They're a bit special because these were the plays which introduced David to Gregory Doran. Doran was at the director's helm for both.
I have the programmes for the play's Richmond Theatre and Comedy Theatre runs...oh, and just so you know, The Comedy Theatre is now called the Harold Pinter Theatre (the theatre where David did his production of Good.) Anyway, these two photos are the front cover and the cast list from my Comedy Theatre programme:
Programme: The Real Inspector Hound/Black Comedy, The Comedy Theatre
Sadly, I'm missing the programme for the production's run at the Yvonne Arnaud Theatre -- my hunt continues! -- but I do have the programme for the play's Richmond Theatre run. I find it fascinating as well as beneficial to collect the programmes for all parts of each production's run, since many of the programme details (including such things as cast lists and the works listed in each actor's biography) can change from venue to venue. To see this in action, here are the front cover and the cast list from my Richmond Theatre programme of the production:
Programme: The Real Inspector Hound/Black Comedy, Richmond Theatre
Now back to the plays, and their particulars.
Peter Shaffer's Black Comedy and Tom Stoppard's The Real Inspector Hound were two one-act satirical plays from the 1960s with many similarities. Both were farcical and played off comic stereotypes: The Real Inspector Hound targeted theater critics and an Agatha Christie-style crime thriller, and Black Comedy aimed for one-dimensional "Clue"-like characters getting into trouble in slapstick physical comedy. Both also had five men and three women in the cast.
The production opened at the Yvonne Arnaud Theatre in Guildford for press night on 25 March 1998. It moved to the Richmond Theatre for a 7 April to 11 April 1998 run, and then to the Comedy Theatre (now the Harold Pinter) on 22 April 1998. At that venue it was extended from its initial end date of 11 July, and ran through 8 August 1998. The show ran 2 hrs and 40 minutes long: The Real Inspector Hound clocked in at 1 hr and 5 minutes, then a 20 min interval, and then Black Comedy ran 1 hr and 10 minutes.
Even though all the reviewers at the time went on and on and bloody ON about how these two plays had never been produced together, I've found that's not quite accurate. A production of the two plays was staged in 1996 by London's Millfield Theatre Company:
So to my knowledge, that's the only other time prior to Doran's production.
Anyway, Doran let the same set of actors play two different sets of comic stereotypes in two separate situations, and chose to keep both plays set in their original 1960s settings instead of bringing them into the present.
Now - on to the plays!
The first play of the evening, The Real Inspector Hound, saw David play a self-obsessed, downtrodden theatre critic named Moon. It's a play within a play - one is a parody of the Agatha Christie country-house type thriller, and the other a study in wish-fulfillment, showing how a couple of theatre critics are drawn inexorably into the play.
David Tennant as Moon in The Real Inspector Hound, 1998
Moon - along with his fellow critic Birdboot - start watching a country house thriller in order to review it. But Moon can't stop harboring murderous thoughts of his own. He's a second-rate critic, and he knows he'll never get out from under the shadow of the senior reviewer. Meanwhile, the thriller the two critics are watching starts unfolding in front of the audience's eyes, and Moon and Birdboot - who at the start of the play are behind the action - slowly keep moving towards its center. Stoppard takes the fantasy of wondering what it would be like to get up and join the action by breaking down the wall between stage and auditorium, following it through to a fatal piece of audience participation and a nightmarish conclusion.
Surreal!
David Tennant as Moon in The Real Inspector Hound, 1998
Then came the interval, and afterwards came Black Comedy. Shaffer titled it after its clever and unique contrivance: the stage is fully lit to see characters when they're "in the dark," and the stage goes dark when the action is supposed to take place in normal light. So when the curtains open the stage is cloaked in darkness, and when the characters talk about a party they're about to give and then mention a blown fuse, the stage lights go on. But for the ~characters~ it's now dark, so they begin to fumble and feel their way about. Very clever indeed!
David played Brindsley Miller, a young beatnik sculptor living in a flat in South Kensington. Brindsley had "borrowed" a lot of posh art and furniture from a gay neighbor who'd went on holiday and placed it in his own flat in order to impress both the deaf German millionaire who wishes to look at his work and his fiancee Carol's father, the Colonel, who'll he'll be meeting for the first time. But Brindsley's web of deception begins to catch up to him when his neighbor returns home early and joins the party.
David Tennant as Brindsley in Black Comedy, 1998
Poor old Brindsley has to return everything he borrowed...without anyone knowing. In the dark! But then it gets worse. The longtime girlfriend Brindsley recently broke up with (but is still in love with) walks in. And his gay neighbor, Brindsley learns, is also in love with him! And soon a spinster drinking herself silly, a man from the electricity board, and the aforementioned deaf German millionaire join the party. And everyone is jealous. And there are a lot of tantrums.
And Brindsley gets his ear twisted.
David Tennant as Brindsley in Black Comedy, 1998
David - and the plays - got a slew of positive reviews! Black Comedy's breakneck pacing, near-misses and pratfalls made it a perfect vehicle for David's athletic and comedic acting. For his role as Brindsley, David was called "for all the world a young Davy Jones in his two-tone suit."
David Tennant as Brindsley in Black Comedy, 1998
Other reviewers said David had "all the sweaty desperation of the farceur," was "splendidly agile," and offered "a virtuoso demonstration of physical farce-playing." Yet another reviewer said, "No one works harder than David Tennant…this is inspired clowning as he fumbles his way about spreading confusion all around." And one even went so far as to say David was highly promising and "strongly recalled Michael Crawford, who played the role on Broadway, as the hapless and increasingly hysterical Brindsley."
For his role as Moon in The Real Inspector Hound, David was "particularly fine, all slumped angular embitterment as the aggrieved second-string critic." Another said the role was "beguilingly and plausibly played," and another that he "shin[ed] as the ever more deranged Moon."
I wish I could've seen these. As far as I know, no recordings of this production (video or audio) were ever made. *sigh*
And that, my friends, is a wrap!
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Arnaud "The Wall"
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
#a plague tale#a plague tale requiem#aptr#aptredit#arnaud#arnaud malpart#virtual photography#game photography
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Hi hello! I wanted to know who some of your favorite male fcs are that are between 35 and 40 ish years old. Thanks in advance.
Nonso Anozie (1979) Igbo Nigerian.
John Krasinski (1979)
Daniel Henney (1979) Korean / German, Irish, English, Scottish.
Lee Pace (1979) - is queer.
Luke Evans (1979) - is gay.
Diego Luna (1979) Mexican / Scottish, English.
Conrad Ricamora (1979) Filipino / German, English, possibly other - is gay.
Ben Whishaw (1980) - is gay.
JD Pardo (1980) Argentinian / Salvadorian.
Vinny Chhibber (1980) Indian.
Brett Goldstein (1980) Ashkenazi Jewish.
Brian Tyree Henry (1981) African-American.
Miyavi (1981) Japanese / Korean.
Joe Taslim (1981) Chinese Indonesian.
Tenoch Huerta (1981) Nahua, Purepecha, and Spanish.
Ricky Whittle (1981) Afro-Jamaican / English.
Fawad Khan (1981) Pathan Pakistani.
Jesse Williams (1981) African-American, Seminole / Swedish.
Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani.
Sam Adegoke (1982) Nigerian.
Mahesh Jadu (1982) Kashmiri and Mauritian Indian.
Daveed Diggs (1982) African-American / Ashkenazi Jewish.
Iko Uwais (1983) Betawi Indonesian.
Utkarsh Ambudkar (1983) Marathi Indian / Tamil Indian.
Alfonso Herrera (1983) Mexican.
Aidan Turner (1983)
Alex Blue Davis (1983) - is trans.
Michael Malarkey (1983) Palestinian, Italian-Maltese / Irish, German.
Ed Skrein (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / possibly English.
Marwan Kenzari (1983) Tunisian.
Andrew Garfield (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / English.
Bobby Wilson (1984) Sisseton Wahpeton Oyate Dakota Sioux.
Sacha Dhawan (1984) Punjabi Indian.
Brian Michael Smith (1984) African-American - is trans.
John David Washington (1984) African-American.
Clayton Cardenas (1985) Filipino and Mexican.
Alex Meraz (1985) Purepecha.
François Arnaud (1985) - bisexaul.
Cooper Andrews (1985) Samoan / Hungarian Jewish.
Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian.
Sinqua Walls (1985) Afro-Jamaican, French, Unspecified Native American, possibly other.
Martin Sensmeier (1985) Tlingit, Koyukon, Eyak, German and Irish.
Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian - he/they.
Tanner Novlan (1986) Plains Cree and White.
Remy Hii (1986) Chinese Malaysian / English.
Bobby Soto (1986) Mexican and Puerto Rican.
Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (1986) African-American.
Hale Appleman (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, English - is queer.
Ryan O'Connell (1986) - is gay and has cerebral palsy.
Lewis Tan (1987) Chinese Singaporean / Irish.
Arifin Putra (1987) Indonesian, Chinese, and German.
Here you go, anon!
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Where's that post about tumblr moots gracefully ignoring it when you're going through another unhinged phase when you need it? Anyway, thanks for letting me exist.
Rating: E
pairing: Franjo von Allmen/Arnaud Boisset
characters: Franjo von Allmen, Arnaud Boisset
length: 1'500 words
warning: pwp
Probably the biggest irony in life is how little a person can really learn from someone else’s experience. Arnaud remembers Justin’s bitterness a few years ago. He was still sitting at the kids’ table at the club championships then, sipping at a sickly-sweet ice cooler while across the room the older members stacked empty wine bottles as high as they could.
“Nobody fucking cares. They say they do, they promise they’ll look out for you when you come back, but it’s all a lie. You’re forgotten as soon as you’re out of their sight.”
Back then, Arnaud was at the very beginning of his career, done with school, armed with impressive results from youth championships, and ready to take on the whole world to fight for his place. He would not turn out like Justin.
Silence falls over the small garden of their chalet as the rest of the team disappears one after the other. Arnaud has pretended to follow them inside but now he stops by the door, and looks out into the night again. The bottle of beer in his hand is empty, the condensation on the glass has long since dried. When he leans against the weathered wood of the house he can feel the crinkly foil move in the pocket of his jeans.
And now that Justin is singing an entirely different tune and is literally the life of every party, Arnaud finally agrees with his assessment from back then. People don’t care, especially people who hold your future in their hands. Sport is a business, and at the end of the day who you know matters more than what you do.
Of course, Arnaud’s personality prevents him from shouting the anger in his heart from the rooftops; unlike Justin he bottles up his rage. He hides behind a shield of easy composure and good-natured humor, even as he prepares for another year on the second rung with only empty promises for the future.
In the house, someone turns off the light in the kitchen, dousing the patio where Arnaud is standing in darkness. Only further ahead the light shining out of the open windows on the first floor illuminates the sickly grass. Ralph is calling his family, his voice sometimes closer, sometimes further away as he walks through his room. A TV is babbling faintly from somewhere.
Quiet steps approach from the living room, and come to a halt at the threshold. Arnaud can see the bright smile even in the almost-darkness, the corners of his mouth that turn upwards as if drawn by a child, and the eyes that form two mirthful half-moons.
“Not tired yet?” Franjo whispers.
They have been exchanging looks all week long, furtively in the beginning but soon unashamedly frank. Arnaud knows the weight of these hazel eyes by now, and even though they have known each other for five days he understands when he is happy or tired, or scared like now. Slowly he pushes away from the wall, and puts the bottle on the table in front of him. He does not have to speak, barely has to extend his hand for Franjo to step outside. They are equally tall but Franjo’s shoulders are hunched, and the almost palpable mixture of fear and excitement makes him seem smaller than he is. His breath hitches when their lips touch, and Arnaud follows him as he flinches backwards. Everything about Franjo screams of inexperience, from his palms awkwardly resting against Arnaud’s chest to his lashes fluttering down on his cheeks as he checks again and again whether he is doing things right.
He is as young as Arnaud was when he listened to Justin’s rant that did not concern him in the slightest. Back then nothing could have made Arnaud admit fear to anyone, not even to himself. A small part in Arnaud’s brain realises it is up to him to recognise when he is going too far but that job gets exceedingly difficult with every flinch, every breathless sigh falling from Franjo’s lips. Arnaud’s kisses are sloppy, his tongue darting over Franjo’s mouth and between his teeth because he just cannot get enough of him, not after that long week watching Franjo in all states of exertion and tight clothes. A first sound, high and barely audible, escapes Franjo when Arnaud’s hand grabs his chin, steadying his head and guiding his movements. He can feel the foil crinkling in his pocket again when Franjo pushes him back against the wall, and the need pooling in Arnaud’s groin almost sends him to his knees. He needs to bend Franjo over the table and disappear in him entirely, he needs to explore every square inch of Franjo’s body with his lips, he needs to hear more of Franjo’s soft, breathless moans, he needs needs needs.
Above their heads, Elian suddenly bursts out laughing at something, and Franjo jerks out of Arnaud’s touch. His voice is close as he asks whether he should leave the window open. Gilles’ answer comes from deeper in their room, barely more than a soft rumble, and after a few moments, the aged hinges of the window creak as it gets tilted until it rests half-open. Arnaud grins, the rush of excitement surging through his body, and he keeps grinning as he steps to Franjo, and pins him against the table. He takes his head between his hands, losing himself in the big, pleading eyes staring back at him.
“Arnaud, we…” Franjo begins but Arnaud silences him with another kiss.
“Shh,” he whispers, their lips still touching. “We can’t let them hear.”
Another kiss to swallow the choked grunt as Arnaud grinds against Franjo’s rock-hard erection. His eyes are blown wide and as round as his mouth when Arnaud plants the lightest of kisses on his lips, the still obvious fear drowned out by the overwhelming need for Arnaud to go on.
“Quiet now!”
Franjo clings to the edge of the table, his knuckles as white as the stars above them, when Arnaud falls to his knees, and pulls his sweatpants down. His thighs quiver under Arnaud's touch, the muscles taut and protruding, and his dick has leaked dark patches through both layers of fabric. It is still flowing when Arnaud pulls his pants down, and when he rubs his thumb over the head and spreads the wetness all over his shaft, and when his knees almost buckle and the empty bottle on the table topples over.
“Sshhh!” Arnaud giggles, his hands wandering from Franjo’s thigh over his hips and further to his hand clamped to the edge of the table. Franjo is breathing heavily through his nose, and biting down hard on his lip.
“Touch me!” Arnaud whispers, and taps his finger against his unmoving hand. “Come on!”
Slowly, as if under great agony, Franjo manages to unfurl his hand, and Arnaud guides it until it is buried in his hair just right. With a satisfied hum he takes Franjo in his mouth and runs his tongue over the leaky spot. Franjo groans, short and low, the grip around Arnaud’s hair gets tighter, and his hips jerk forward. Arnaud swallows the warm, salty liquid pooling in his mouth, relaxes his jaw to take all of Franjo, and sucks eagerly as his dick hits the back of his tongue. Above him, Franjo is hunched over, the hand gripping Arnaud’s head following his movements with just the tiniest bit of force. Low grunts escape from his throat and he is panting heavily now, his mouth hanging open.
“Arnaud…” he whispers. “Fuck…”
Arnaud hums again. Franjo’s dick is heavy and large in his mouth with still enough left to wrap his hand around the bottom, and the thought about all the things he will do with him once they have more time and more space makes his own abandoned cock twitch. It does not take long, not with a barely twenty-year-old and Arnaud’s skills, before Franjo falls over the edge and with a choked moan comes in spurts. Arnaud swallows eagerly around Franjo’s dick until he pulls back, and slumps against the table. A thin thread of drools keeps connecting them, and Arnaud grins when Franjo, still heaving, wipes his thumb over his wet chin. Slowly he rises from the ground, pressing their bodies together once more even as Franjo flinches back from Arnaud’s lips and the remains of his own spunk in the corners. He grabs Franjo’s hands from his waistband, and holds them by the wrists.
“Not tonight,” he whispers hoarsely against Franjo’s cheek. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll be in no shape to get back in a room with Lars.”
Franjo shudders but grinds his hips against Arnaud’s aching dick. “He’s asleep by now, he won’t see me.”
Arnaud snorts softly, combs back the long strands of Franjo’s bangs back, and plants a kiss on his temple.
“When you hear the shower through the walls in a few minutes, just know that I’m thinking of you.”
Franjo stays glued to the table when Arnaud leaves him, and feels his way through the dark living room. The wrapper in his pocket crinkles again when he climbs the stairs. He runs his fingers over the smooth foil. There will be plenty of time to use it still.
#second fic in as many weeks i am going through it#alpine skiing#franaud#franjo von allmen#arnaud boisset#rpf#text#mine
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@faejilly tagged me in a music thing, and I think I can figure out how it works, so let's see. It's been several hot minutes since I've been around, let alone done a meme (and I wouldn't say I'm "back;" more I'm popping my head back into the old vacation spot I used to frequent but don't anymore). If anyone else wants to do the thing, I suppose I tag @indigorally, forever untaggable, @gefionne, @demonwrestler, @ladyarrowhead, and, oh, @shadoedseptmbr
Prompt: Shuffle your 'On Repeat' spotify playlist and list the first 10 songs that play! (Feel free to adapt to whatever "liked/played recently" version of things you have on something Not Spotify as needed)
Sleeping on the Blacktop - Colter Wall
Horns - Bryce Fox
From the Heart (Unfallen Theme) - Arnaud Roy
The Ash Is In Our Clothes - Sleeping At Last
Hurts Like Hell - Tommee Profitt, Fleurie
Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys
Moondust - Stripped - Jaymes Young
Resurrection Fern - Iron & Wine
Heaven in Hiding - Halsey
The Prowl - Dan Auerbach
honorable mentions:
Tell That Devil (Acoustic Version) - Jill Andrews
Hidden Valley - Black Hill, Silent Island
Oh Darlin' What Have I Done - The White Buffalo
Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths
Queen's Gardens - Christopher Larkin
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“So it’s merpeople, is it?”
“I’m not allowed to say, Harry.”
“Okay, sure, but it is mermaids, isn’t it?”
“Same question, just more words.”
He’d asked to join her in the Shrieking Shack today. She’d warned him that she intended to do some painting today in the upstairs bedroom, and he just said he wanted somewhere quiet to do his work, which he wasn’t actually doing any of. He’d jumped pretty immediately into questioning her. “I cannot tell you what I know about the upcoming task, nor can I help in any sort of way.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine.” She turned back to her work on painting the wall. “Hey Lyra?”
“Harry.”
“Hypothetically, if you knew you had to go underwater and deal with some merpeople, what would you do?” She turned to give him a look. “Hypothetically, of course.”
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The second task is nearly upon Harry, and Lyra does all she can to push him into figuring out a plan, while also having to have some difficult conversations with Arnaud.
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Cité de Carcassonne in winter
Aude, Languedoc (Occitanie), France.
www.catharcountry.info
Week-long tour of Cathar Castles in June 2023. See www.catharcountry.info/Week.html for details.
The Cité of Carcassonne is the largest city in Europe with its medieval city walls still intact. Although the outer curtain wall of the cité is French, and the whole site has been substantially restored, the Château Comtal has a strong claim to be called a “Cathar Castle” from the pre-French, Occitan, era. When the Catholic Crusader army arrived in 1209 they first attacked Raymond-Roger Trencavel’s castrum at Bèziers and then moved on to his main stronghold at Carcassonne. Inside the Cité is the castle of Raymond Roger Trencavel, Viscount of Carcassonne, Béziers, Albi and the Razès. He died in his own prison here in 1209, aged 24, after being taken prisoner while under a safe-conduct from the Cistercian Abbot Arnaud Amaury the papal legate and military leader of the Albigensian Crusade, who besieged Carcassonne (and who afterwards appointed Simon de Montfort as military leader of the crusade).The castle was restored in 1853 by the architect Eugène Viollet-le-Duc. It was added to the UNESCO list of World Heritage Sites in 1997.
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Beatrice: Amicia, stop killing people, you're putting yourself and our family in trouble.
Lucas: Amicia, stop killing people, it's not good for you.
Sophia: Amicia, stop killing people, it's not good for Hugo.
Arnaud: Give them hell, girl!!!
#amicia de rune#lucas the apprentice#beatrice de rune#sophia the sea scorpion#arnaud the wall#hugo de rune#a plague tale requiem
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ONE WEEK till the anniversary of Plague Tale Requiem!! Sending another reminder for those of you who want to post on the anniversary!
Using the tag #plaguetober
See you lovely plague enthusiasts in a week!
#a plague tale#a plague tale requiem#amicia de rune#lucas the apprentice#lucas x amicia#lumicia#amicia x lucas#a plague tale amicia#a plague tale innocence#lucas#plaguetober#a plague tale melie#innocence#a plague tale art#a plague tale fanart#hugo de rune#aptr sophia#Arnaud apt#arnaud the wall#sophia the sea scorpion#melie apt#rodric a plague tale#beatrice de rune
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St Arnaud History Mosaic Wall Augmented Reality - Desiree Cross
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Mw fc older than 25?
michelle yeoh, daniel henney, rafael silva, brian michael smith, jamie clayton, nico tortorella, asia kate dillon, zeeko zaki, oliver jackson-cohen, santiago cabrera, jesse james keitel, ryan o'connell, leo sheng, elliot fletcher, ke huy quan, jordan fisher, ashley johnson, danielle brooks, zahn mcclarnon, jessica matten, michael trevino, max riemelt, sinqua walls, danny ramirez, dominique jackson, gina torres, lucy liu, sterling k brown, madchen amick, skeet ulrich, marisa tomei, carla gugino, conrad ricamora, aja naomi king, candice patton, jesse williams, carlos valdes, diane guerrero, peter gadiot, francois arnaud, cooper andrews, jay hayden, jessica parker kennedy, meaghan rath, natalie morales, theo germaine, laith ashley, emma corrin, alex newell are a few that come to mind!
members, please feel free to reply as well ❤
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