#*leandor

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casts spell that makes leandor and guava slimes

holy moly

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Four Horsemen Mythic Legions: Reign of the Beasts - Az előrendelés

Az újabb Four Horsemen Mythic Legions: Reign of the Beasts széria a következő figurákból áll: Bassylia, Serpenspire Royal Guard, J’Hennam, Arraya the Talon Bearer, Mwindajii the Cackler, The Golden Pride of Leandor és Leodysseus. Mindezek a BigBadToyStore.com oldalon előrendelhetők. [ToyNewsI]

[weirdgirlautisms]

Names + Pronouns for Zero Kiryu

With the theme of vampires/ghosts

Names:

Aelfwif Zayd Ezra Leandor Osiris Zyaire Magnus Sebastian Corbin Idris

Pronouns:

Bat/Bats/Batself Chime/Chimes/Chimeself Haunting/Hauntings/Hauntingself Bite/Bites/Biteself Ethereal/Ethereals/Etherealself Mulberry/Mulberrys/Mulberryself Grim/Grims/Grimself Fang/Fangs/Fangself Sorrow/Sorrows/Sorrowself

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Programa Faculdade da Prefeitura terá prolongamento do período de inscrição mediante instabilidade no sistema

São 415 vagas remanescentes ofertadas nas faculdades parceiras do programa A Prefeitura de Porto Velho lançou o maior edital da história do Programa Faculdade da Prefeitura, com 415 vagas remanescentes ofertadas nas faculdades parceiras do programa, sendo 17 vagas para medicina e as demais distribuídas entre os outros cursos, como jornalismo, direito, ciências contábeis, medicina veterinária, engenharia civil, engenharia elétrica e odontologia. As inscrições iniciaram no dia 2 de janeiro, no entanto, devido à instabilidade no sistema, a Prefeitura irá prorrogar o período de inscrição que inicialmente seria até 17 de janeiro. A equipe de Tecnologia da Informação da Prefeitura de Porto Velho está empenhada para resolução e normalização do sistema. Assim que for restabelecido, será informado na página do processo seletivo, bem como, o prazo de prolongamento do período de inscrição. REQUISITOS Para se inscrever às vagas, é necessário que o candidato tenha feito o Exame Nacional do Ensino Médio (Enem) e não ser portador de diploma de nível superior. O candidato também deve ter cursado ensino médio completo em escola pública ou ter sido bolsista integral em instituições privadas de educação; ser morador de Porto Velho no mínimo há cinco anos e ter renda familiar mensal de até três salários mínimos ou renda mensal per capita de até um salário mínimo. O edital pode ser conferido aqui. Texto: SMC Foto: Leandor Morais Superintendência Municipal de Comunicação (SMC) Fonte: Prefeitura de Porto Velho - RO   Read the full article

[runin64]

Why, why is Leandors still alive? Pls make his end be reached by someone we love becky, could Titus, could be Calgar, just make it painfull pls

Endure

Pairing: Demetrian Titus x FemOC

Warnings: Implied flogging

Description: Leandros continues to try to break Sera. Vesta, Gadriel, and Chairon realize the difficulty of their position. And Titus experiences a strange foreboding.

Titus is on his way back, everyone! But will he be in time?

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Leandros’s hand trailed along the hanging implements of correction, caressing them with something approaching affection. He paused at the jagged, steel-corded lashes meant to penetrate the hide of erring Astartes. 

A single strike would leave her bleeding out upon the floor. No.

He moved on. Knotted cord. Worn hide. All stained with the holy blood of the penitent. His fingers rested upon one more darkly tinted than the rest.

The serf I caught sneaking away from his post. I remember his excuses. A sick child, was it? 

He sneered.

Never will he commit that sin again.

But, still too harsh for her, perhaps. He did not wish to permanently damage her skin. That skin she flaunted before his very eyes. Smooth and soft, barely hidden beneath a layer of sodden fabric. 

“Obscene,” he muttered, even as his blood stirred.

Finally his fingers curled around a whip of silken rope, less stained than the others. He could not remember its purpose. Perhaps a relic of the less zealous Chaplains who’d come before him.

Leandros thanked the God-Emperor he had not discarded it when he first took this post.

He lifted the tool, felt its negligible weight. He would need to mind himself as he used it. Rein in his righteous fervor. 

Her death, uncleansed, unredeemed… unbroken… would be a waste.

His fist clenched around a single, golden laurel leaf. “She will scream for me before I am finished.” 

Not you, Titus. Me.

Saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought.

***

Chairon’s fist left a dent in the steel wall. “We must do something!” 

Seated next to him on the cot, the little medica flinched. He softened his tone.

“We should inform the Captain.”

“And tell him what?” Gadriel had not stopped pacing since bringing them back to his chamber.

Chairon struggled to master his rising rage. “And tell him that a vital tenet of the Codex is being broken by none other than-”  

“The Chaplain.” Gadriel faced him, face contorted. “The Chaplain, brother! Need I remind you of his exalted position on board this ship?”

Before Chairon could snap back a reply, the little medica whispered.

“No one will believe us, will they?”

The despair in her voice wrenched something within him. Without thinking, he placed a hand upon her shoulder.

Throne, how small she is beneath my gauntlet.

“We will make them believe.”

“How will we do that?” Gadriel snarled. 

Chairon bit back his anger when he saw the turmoil in his brother’s eyes. The revelation of the Chaplain’s sins had hit him like a blow from a power fist. 

Even now, Chairon watched him struggle to rationalize.

“What do we know?” The Sergeant resumed his pacing. “He carries the woman’s bauble. That proves nothing.”

“But suggests everything.” Chairon spoke through clenched teeth. “And, do not forget, he haunted her steps for Throne knows how long.”

He felt the little medica lean into him. “Her nightmares began just after Lord Titus left.”

“For weeks, then.” Feeling her shudder, he drew her closer to his side. 

Gadriel stared at nothing. “I felt his hatred for the Lieutenant. It could have transferred onto the serf woman. But, why?”

“The Captain might know.”

A scoff. “I doubt he would take kindly to any inquiries. Acheran has more important matters to think about.”

More important than the abuse of those under his protection?

Chairon only realized he’d tightened his grip on the little medica when he heard her yelp. “Apologies, Vesta.” A thought struck him. “Would Apothecary Callistus be able to shed any light on the matter?”

She bit her lip and, again, he found himself oddly pleased by the sight. “I… don’t know, my Lord. We haven’t been with the Second Company very long. I could ask, but….”

“Speak, woman.” Gadriel snapped.

Chairon glared at him.

“I’ve heard stories of what the Chaplain does to serfs who displease him.” Tears filled her eyes. “He could be hurting Sera right now! Please, my Lords, we must move quickly!”

The sight sent an old pain through Chairon’s chest, one he hadn’t felt in a lifetime. Slipping off the cot, he sank to one knee in front of her. 

“We will do all we can. I swear it. Even if I must force my way into the Chaplain’s personal chambers!”

“Chairon….” He heard the warning in Gadriel’s voice.

The medica smiled through her tears. “Thank you, Lord Chairon. But… maybe, that won’t be necessary.”

He fought a sudden urge to cup her face in his palm. “Oh?”

Her little fists clenched on her lap. “I… think I have an idea.”

***

You awoke to warmth. And light. For a moment you dared hope.

Then you opened your eyes.

No…

The bare, metal room. The barred door. The altar. The corpse-like servitor. The nightmare continued.

But now a brazier smoldered next to you.

With a gasp, you tried to stand, only for a wave of dizziness to force you back to your knees. Undeterred, you crawled to the brazier and curled your cold-stiffened body around it. Blissful warmth soothed your aching muscles.

Thank you, Emperor!

For a long moment, you simply basked in the heat, in the feeling of your soaked clothing drying against your skin. 

He won’t be able to see me now. Won’t be able to look.

The memory erased any comfort from your mind. You hunched closer to the brazier, wrapping your arms around your knees as you fought a wave of nausea. Even with his face hidden behind a helm, you’d sensed the change. The coiled tension in his body. The measured way he’d stalked forward. 

Predatory.

You’d seen it before. But, with Demetrian, it invoked heat and excitement. A thrill down your spine at the thought of his touch.

Now….

He made me feel ashamed.

Tears pricked the backs of your eyes. You furiously rubbed them away. 

I need to think. There must be a way out of this besides… besides….

You could never give him what he wanted. The very thought of betraying Demetrian was unthinkable! 

Oh, Emperor, help me!

You pressed your face to your knees and shook. You weren’t a warrior. You weren’t even particularly strong. Or brave. You had no idea what he had in store for you. How could you hope to endure?

Yet, endure I must.

Vesta, Lord Callistus, Lord Chairon, Lord Gadriel. They must know about your disappearance by now. They must be looking for you. You would place your trust in them.

And Demetrian….

He would return. 

Wouldn’t he?

Footsteps. You didn’t dare look up as the door to your prison clanged open. You felt his presence like a physical manifestation of dread. 

Endure.

“Your perverse resistance is an insult to the God-Emperor Himself.”

Hard hands yanked you to your feet, spun you around, and pressed you against the wall. You yelped as they wrenched your own hands over your head, sending pain shooting through your shoulders. Something cold and hard clicked around your wrists. You couldn’t move.

Endure.

“You spit on my offer of mercy.”

The feeling of your robe being ripped from your shoulders dragged a cry from your throat. You pressed your bare body against the cold metal wall, desperate for a few more inches between you and your tormentor.

Oh, Throne, endure!

Hot breath against your ear. “And yet, I offer it once more. Denounce him.”

Tears ran down your cheeks. “No.”

I love you, Demetrian.

A deep sigh. “You brought this on yourself.”

I won’t break. I won’t! I will en-

Pain.

***

Titus’s eyes shot open.

He lay in the cold darkness of the quarantine cell. Across from him, Metaurus still slumbered. Titus spared a moment to listen to his old mentor’s hearts beating. Regular and strong. The Apothecaries had done their job well.

He felt a brief surge of relief.

I told you our time had not yet come, old man.

The relief faded all too quickly. Letting his head fall back against the cold metal of the floor, he pondered the source of his anxiety.

A dream?

He’d sworn he heard Sera’s voice crying out for him. His body trembled with the need to go to her, to press her softness against him. He’d fought through horrors to return to her.

Soon.

They’d done what he now knew was thought to be impossible. They’d defeated the abominable Sorcerer, slaughtered their way through hundreds of his maddened cultists, and come out alive.

Though not without a heavy price.

The thought of the way his brother Ultramarines had been cut down still sent flickers of rage through Titus’s blood. Had they known it was meant to be a suicide mission? He glanced at the sleeping form of his mentor once more. He’d known.

And yet, Titus could not bring himself to resent the old warrior. He’d done his duty. No, another deserved his wrath far more.

Leandros. He did not wish me to return.

“I can hear your teeth grinding, boy.”

Titus’s eyes shot to his mentor. “You are awake.”

“Thanks to you.” Metaurus groaned as he sat up. “Does our confinement trouble you so greatly?”

“No.” And yes.

He knew the protocol. He and Metaurus had come into close contact with Chaos. His brothers had to be certain they carried no corruption. Thus, the quarantine. He could not very well explain how every day spent locked in this cell was a day he could have spent with the woman he loved.

“Hmmm.” The veteran leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. “You say her name in your sleep.” 

Titus jerked upright. His hearts pounded wildly in his chest.

Throne! What have I done?! If anyone else heard-

“Calm yourself, boy.”

“Metaurus-”

The veteran held up a hand. “You are not the first.”

Titus could only stare.

His former mentor continued. “They are not acknowledged, and many Chaplains disapprove, but such… relationships… are not entirely unknown amongst our Chapter.” 

“Do you disapprove?”

Metaurus opened one eye. “The woman gave her consent?”

Titus leapt to his feet with a snarl. “I would never force-!”

“Peace, boy!” The old marine huffed. “Time has not cooled your temper, I see. If she consented, I do not disapprove. I only warn you to be discreet, for her sake, as well as yours.”

Silence stretched between them. Titus sank back down to the floor, wondering at the comfort he took in his old mentor’s words. 

It seems, even after all these years, I still crave his approval.

As Metaurus’s breaths deepened in sleep once more, Titus allowed his mind to wander. He wondered if any of the Ultramarines he knew harbored such desires. He couldn’t imagine Gadriel turning his eyes away from the Codex long enough to look upon a woman. Chairon, though….

Perhaps. As long as that woman is not Sera. My Sera.

The foreboding of his fragmented dream rushed back. One thought in particular refused to be pushed aside.

Theoretical: Leandros knows.

Practical: He will not shy away from punishing her.

The thought made sleep an impossibility. What could Gadriel, Chairon, or even the veteran Apothecary do against a Chaplain’s wrath?

What could I do?

Only one thing was certain: he must return to her as quickly as possible. Soon, it would become apparent to his brothers that neither he nor Metaurus suffered from corruption. Soon, he would be on his way back to the Second Company.

I will hold you in my arms again, Sera. And God-Emperor help anyone who tries to take you from me.

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[impetuoustrait]

Winterfest is a little more lively this year :’)

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Callum, suggested by @r-adiiiance!

[jessread-s]

Thanks to Knopf Teen and NetGalley for providing me with an e-ARC in exchange for an honest review

✩🏴‍☠️🌊Review:

“The Isles of the Gods” is a high-seas adventure you won’t want to miss out on!

One aspect of “The Isles of the Gods” that I enjoyed was reading from a new point-of-view each chapter. Kaufman’s choice to alternate between Selly, Jude, Laskia, Keegan, and Leander’s viewpoints not only helps the reader to piece together each character’s role in the quest they must embark on, but also provides opportunities for her readers to see parts of themselves reflected in her diverse characters. Kaufman’s efforts to represent characters of different races/ethnicities, socio-economic classes, and sexualities mirrors the diversity of our world, which I thoroughly appreciate.

The slow and gradual development of Kaufman’s characters over the course of “The Isles of the Gods” gives her the space needed to build her fantastical world. Kafuman does a fantastic job making each country distinct from one another with her detailed descriptions. For example, I especially like how Kaufman contrasts Alinor’s rolling greens hills with Mellacea’s crammed city to make both regions more memorable. Additionally, she goes in depth about the land’s origins, the Gods and Goddesses that ruled over them, and the ways in which they are honored. 

Kaufman’s complex world-building does not allow the story to take off until its halfway point, but once it did, I was completely engrossed by the slow burn romance, the high stakes atmosphere, and the intriguing magic system. With the threat of war between Gods looming, I cannot wait to see how book 2 unfolds.

➤ 4.25 stars

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oh confessions still on? alright send em in

[cambriancutie]

can you draw everyone's reaction to being both first and last in mk, or maybe just guana and leandor if that's too many

they lost to the computers

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb: Magic, romance, and slumbering gods clash in the start of a riveting fantasy series that spans gangsters' dens, forgotten temples, and the high seas from the New York Times bestselling author of the Aurora Cycle and the Illuminae Files. Selly has salt water in her veins. So when her father leaves her high and dry in the port of Kirkpool, she has no intention of riding out the winter at home while he sails off to adventure. But any plans to follow him are dashed when a handsome stranger with tell-tale magician's marks on his arm commandeers her ship. He is Prince Leander of Alinor  and he needs to cross the Crescent Sea without detection so he can complete a ritual on the sacred Isles of the Gods. Selly has no desire to escort a spoiled prince anywhere, and no time for his entitled demands or his good looks. But what starts as a leisure cruise will lead to acts of treason and sheer terror on the high seas, bringing two countries to the brink of war, two strangers closer than they ever thought possible and stirring two dangerous gods from centuries of slumber...

Review:

A girl who wants nothing more than to sail away, a prince who is trapped in his duties, and a scholar who wants to escape his life all find themselves thrown together trying to survive a deadly girl who wants to awaken dangerous gods and kill the prince. Selly has salt water in her veins, she was made to captain a ship, but after her father left she is nothing more than the errand girl for the current captain and she yearns for his return to make her leader of her own ship. When she runs into a handsome stranger with magician marks on his arms she soon discovers that he is going to commandeer her ship and that he is Prince Leander of Alinor, the playboy prince who only knows how to party and cares little for anything else... and now he needs to cross the Crescent Sea so he can complete a ritual on the sacred Isles of the Gods. Selly wants nothing to do with the prince or his mission, despite how much he very much wants her to notice him and like him. What was suppose to be a leisurely voyage soon takes a turn for the worst when everyone on the ship is killed save for Selly, Prince Leandor, and the scholar Keegan. Three very different people, now must find a way to trust one another and help each other survive the murderous person hunting them and to find a way to get Leandor to the Isle to make the sacrifice before they’re all doomed. Not to mention that there is a growing romance between Leandor and Selly, despite the fact that they’re romance isn’t meant to work it does, but can they survive long enough or will they die? This one was an interesting one, it started off really slow and the there are 5 different character POVS. The character povs started off as very blended and it was so hard to differentiate the characters form each other but it did pick up around the 40% mark of the book and the ending was interesting.I think if you are a fan of sea quest, gods, magic, and unlikely romances, then give it a go! I do look forward to seeing where the next book goes.

*Spoiler:*

Selly, Keegan and Leandor make it to the isle but the shrine is destroyed, Selly awakens her magic and Leandor turns out to be a messenger for the gods. laska * main villain* also dies but is awakened by another god similar to leandor. Selly, Keegan and Leandor all escape and now have to figure out what to do next. Leandor isn’t really himself but he still remembers Selly. Selly and Leandor do have a romance.

*Thanks Netgalley and Random House Children's, Knopf Books for Young Readers for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[urbancobrastrikeforce]

Mythic Legions: Reign of the Beasts és a 2025-ös kínálat

A Four Horsemen Mythic Legions: Reign of the Beasts Wave sorban a Bassylia, Serpenspire Royal Guard, J’Hennam, Arraya the Talon Bearer, Mwindajii the Cackler, The Golden Pride of Leandor és Leodysseus mind előrendelhető a StoreHorsemen oldalon. Continue reading Mythic Legions: Reign of the Beasts és a 2025-ös kínálat

[greywayfarer]

Would you be willing to describe kaldir and Ephram sexual awakening? Did it have to do with Leandor or Seneca?

Kaldir's and Ephram's sexual awakening was very different. For Kaldir, it had always been there. From the moment he joined his soul to Leander's to keep his brother alive, his feeling went strength to strength and there had never been a shock moment that he realised what he felt for his brother.

For Ephram, it was a lot more shocking. He thought he looked up to Seneca/had a massive competitive streak to beat him. When he was sent to the frontline by his father because of his 'feelings' for Seneca, it was like a sledgehammer to the chest. Perhaps that's why Ephram is more volatile than Kaldir. If he had been allowed to realise his feelings as Kaldir had done, he wouldn't feel the constant need for attention/for Seneca to validate him.

[ocombatente]

Programa Faculdade da Prefeitura terá prolongamento do período de inscrição mediante instabilidade no sistema

São 415 vagas remanescentes ofertadas nas faculdades parceiras do programa A Prefeitura de Porto Velho lançou o maior edital da história do Programa Faculdade da Prefeitura, com 415 vagas remanescentes ofertadas nas faculdades parceiras do programa, sendo 17 vagas para medicina e as demais distribuídas entre os outros cursos, como jornalismo, direito, ciências contábeis, medicina veterinária, engenharia civil, engenharia elétrica e odontologia. As inscrições iniciaram no dia 2 de janeiro, no entanto, devido à instabilidade no sistema, a Prefeitura irá prorrogar o período de inscrição que inicialmente seria até 17 de janeiro. A equipe de Tecnologia da Informação da Prefeitura de Porto Velho está empenhada para resolução e normalização do sistema. Assim que for restabelecido, será informado na página do processo seletivo, bem como, o prazo de prolongamento do período de inscrição. REQUISITOS Para se inscrever às vagas, é necessário que o candidato tenha feito o Exame Nacional do Ensino Médio (Enem) e não ser portador de diploma de nível superior. O candidato também deve ter cursado ensino médio completo em escola pública ou ter sido bolsista integral em instituições privadas de educação; ser morador de Porto Velho no mínimo há cinco anos e ter renda familiar mensal de até três salários mínimos ou renda mensal per capita de até um salário mínimo. O edital pode ser conferido aqui. Texto: SMC Foto: Leandor Morais Superintendência Municipal de Comunicação (SMC) Fonte: Prefeitura de Porto Velho - RO   Read the full article

[impetuoustrait]

Ash went into labor on graduation day and proceeded to give birth BY HERSELF infront of a large ass window. Despite all of the chaos, Leandor Calloway joined the family 

and in case anyone was wondering wHERE THE FUCK JACK WAS he was taking a little snooze in the children’s ward after asking me whether he liked to game or not