#manny jacinto avatar

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♡ manny jacinto, actor — (gallery)

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crédit ; étangs noirs.

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Manny Jacinto // 400x640

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[ohdaylight]

Manny Jacinto 400x640 avatars rpg

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Manny Jacinto

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avatars · manny jacinto ( + )

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[awonaa]

MANNY JACINTO

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Manny Jacinto

Libre uso. ¿Te gusta mi trabajo? Me ayudas mucho interactuando con la publicación. Por favor, no hagas pasar mis diseños como tuyos.

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Manny Jacinto, 400 x 640. svp, créditez Barbe Noire.

Non mais quelqu'un peut débarquer sur Sinking Past avec un lien love avec Manny pour un de mes persos (Fergus ou Dafydd), svp?

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[ian0key]

TMA AU ( TimSasha Lives) P.1

Desolation!Tim / & / P.2 -> END!SASHA??

( Fancast -> Manny Jacinto) -> FIRST DESING

P.3 -> S3 final

P.4 -> Jon's kidnapping

P.5 -> GERYYY

P.6 -> Eye-apocalypse

So.... I created an au in which Tim and Sasha survived their respective deaths, but with big consequences.

They turnerd into fears avatars.

Tim became part of desolation after the circus explosion.

He ended up in coma for 4 months, bc at first he refused to be one of the monsters who killed his brother.

But he stayed for Sasha.

Unlike Jon, his body suffered many more damage, doctors said he would definitely die from his wounds, but he didn't.

An extra detail that I would like to add, is that after waking up, someone (Anabelle) sends to him a prosthetic mask, which was clearly inspired by the circus.

Tim set it on fire.

I will publish the design and history of Sasha later, (which gives more context to Tim's history)

(Also,many of his wounds are recovering little by little, thanks to his regeneration and surgeries.)

Extra: ->->-> JONATHAN SIMS

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{Manny Jacinto, 37, cismale, he/him} We are so glad to see you safe, PRINCE LORENZO TOLENTINO OF CHINA! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are DEVOTED and SENTIMENTAL enough to handle it. Just don’t let your INSECURITY bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU ASSASSINATED THE CHINESE EMPEROR.

cw: abuse, violence, murder

Name: Prince Lorenzo Tolentino Aliases: Lory, Lenzo Country: China and The Philippines Gender/Pronouns: cismale, he/him Sexual/Romantic Orientation: bisexual, biromantic Age: 37 Occupation: Prince, former navy captain  Faceclaim: manny jacinto Inspiration: roman roy (succession), fleabag (fleabag), zuko (avatar: the last airbender), gonzo (the muppets) (hear me out) Loyalties: china Pets: a dapple-grey trakehner mare named farallon

tldr; At his core, Lorenzo is a kind, understanding man, so deeply desperate to be loved and liked and affirmed. He oscillates rapidly between arrogance and self-doubt, oftentimes completely blurring the two. He tries to be funny, to keep people smiling, but often neglects himself in that regard. Not great at being vulnerable or emotional, actually actively avoids it. Enjoys going out for rides, training, hunting, fishing, sailing. Incredibly soft on the inside, takes everything very personally, and is deeply guided by emotion- even if he mistakes it for logic.  

backstory: “I think you know how to love better than any of us. That’s why you find it all so painful.” It is a curse to have so much you long to forget, when you remember everything so vividly. The Tolentino household was a battlefield, and from an early age, their father made it clear that there was always a winner and a loser, no matter how low the stakes. A home where affection was earned, not given freely. A home where love was a privilege that could be taken as easily as it was given. A home that turned Lorenzo and his brother into rivals, not family. A home that only felt the suffocating fog of their father lift after their mother did what Lorenzo wished he had the courage to do.  Life with their new family was better, even if he found himself caught in the same cycle. He never knew why he’d always go running back to the source of his pain, as if the table scraps of affection he received from the emperor would ever be enough to feed him. Convinced he could earn the pride and love of the emperor if he could just be enough, Lorenzo joined the Chinese navy the moment he was of age. For years, he was devoted to making something of himself, and by the time he was 35, he’d seen the world, garnered respect from his fellow sailors, and become a war hero. For a moment- no matter how brief impossible- he believed he’d return home to a joyous welcome.  After spending time away from the navy at Lal Qila, Lorenzo decided he’d been away from court long enough, and would seek to collect on the decades of goodwill he had been planting. Bringing his most trusted friend for support, he approached the emperor to ask if he could return home, take a job at court, have a marriage arranged, and live a life as a prince, son, and brother, not a soldier. The conversation devolved into an argument, and it wasn’t long before the emperor recognized his stepson’s seething anger, daring him to do something, fully convinced the boy he'd raised to be subservient would back down. He did not.  Swords were drawn, and the two traded a few blows, but when he could have taken the deciding strike- one that would have disarmed the emperor, rather than killed him- he hesitated. Suddenly, he was a little boy, staring at his step-father, desperate for his love, physically unable to harm him. In that moment of hesitation, the emperor dealt a heavy blow to Lorenzo. Upon hearing his sword clatter to the ground, his friend stormed in, ready to defend intervene. When Lorenzo found his feet again, he realized his step-father would not stop, that someone would not be leaving the room alive. When the fight was over, he felt some relief- he had not turned into his father. He had turned into his mother.   Lorenzo, horrified at what had transpired, resolved to admit his actions to the new emperor immediately. But before he could make it to Angelo’s chambers, he and his friend were caught by a frenzied guard and ushered to a safe place, told that a group of rebels had stormed the palace- an event later termed The Reckoning.  In their hideaway, Lorenzo and his friend devised a story. The emperor was dead- there was no changing that- but the universe had handed them grace. Who were they to deny it? The story practically told itself: an emperor cornered but still fighting, attempting to defend himself, and struck down by the shadowy, nameless enemies. It was a story that was easy to believe after the horror of the Reckoning. 

now:  Lorenzo is struggling to reconcile his feelings of guilt, relief, and more surprisingly- grief. He is still desperate for love, still desperate for affection, still unsure what it means to look for those things in the darkest, most dangerous places. And though he loves his brother with every ounce of himself, he has started to recognize the look in his eyes and the games that he plays. Slowly, but surely, he is realizing the emperor is not worthy of his title. Lorenzo hasn’t acknowledged the idea as more than a passing thought, but part of him is wondering why Angelo should stay on the throne at all. Wondering why he couldn’t make a better emperor. Lorenzo is a kicked dog who has finally realized he has teeth- and they are sharp.