#David castro

[soulofapatrick]

I Know Who You Are - Raphael Santiago x female reader

Summary: Simon manages to sneak Raphael into the institute for you

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: none really

Notes: I'm falling into a shadowhunters phase oof

Y/N’s POV

As I collapse onto my bed in the Institute, the weight of the day’s revelations presses down on me like a leaden cloak, suffocating and relentless. Tears stream down my cheeks,  tracing paths of anguish as the truth echoes relentlessly in my mind, a discordant melody of disbelief and confusion. 

Carstairs. Brother Zachariah. My father. 

The words, once distant whispers of a past shrouded in mystery, now thunder through my consciousness with the force of a revelation. I clutch at the sheets beneath me, seeking solace in their solidarity as my world trembles on its axis. 

Outside my door, Simon’s voice calls out, a lifeline in the storm of emotions, “Open the door Y/N, please let me in.” 

The plea in Simon's voice tugs at my heartstrings, a poignant reminder of the bond that binds us together as parabatai. With a heavy sigh, I push myself upright, the weight of guilt settling like a lead weight in the pit of my stomach. Simon knows me better than anyone, his empathy a double-edged sword that cuts through the facade I so desperately cling to.

As Simon’s sigh resonates through the room, a pang of guilt tightens my chest. I can sense his frustration and hurt, his desire to help me, but also his understanding that sometimes, despite our bond, there are wounds too deep for even a parabatai to heal. With a heavy heart, I listen ass his footsteps retreat down the corridor, leaving me alone with my tumultuous thoughts. 

Alone in the quiet of my room, I succumb to the weight of my emotions, allowing the tears to flow freely as I sink back onto the bed again. The darkness presses in around me, a suffocating shroud that threatens to consume me whole. Despite my best efforts to push them away, memories of the day's revelations dance behind my closed eyelids, taunting me with their impossible truth. The image of Brother Zachariah, his face a mask of sorrow and regret as he revealed the truth of my lineage, burns bright against the canvas of my mind.

But amidst the chaos of my thoughts, exhaustion creeps in like a thief in the night, stealing away the last vestiges of my resistance. As my eyelids grow heavy and my breathing slows, I surrender to the embrace of sleep, seeking refuge in its comforting embrace. In the quiet of my dreams, the pain and confusion of the day melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility. For a fleeting moment, I am weightless, free from the burdens that weigh me down in the waking world.

I must have fallen into a fitful sleep as I wake with a start, a cold hand caressing my hair and soft words being whispered. I sit up with a shout of surprise, my heart pounding in my chest as I register the unexpected presence of Raphael. His dark eyes, pools of shadow in the dimly lit room, search my face with a mixture of concern and understanding. 

“Raphael?” I whisper, my voice barely a breath against the backdrop of the night, “Where are you doing here?” 

He offers me a small, reassuring smile before scooting up the bed to sit beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions, “Seems Simon has a way with blondie.” He murmurs, his voice a soothing murmur against the silence of the room, “I thought you could use the company.” 

His words catch me off guard, a glimmer of gratitude flickering to life amidst the turmoil of my thoughts. Despite our differences and the tensions that often simmer between our worlds, Raphael has always had a knack for offering unexpected kindness in moments of need. 

“Thank you,” I whisper, the words barely audible above the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, “I… I appreciate it.” 

Raphael’s gaze softens, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that binds us together in this moment of vulnerability. I turn my head to study Raphael, the subtle play of shadows dancing across his angular face in the dim light of the room. There’s a quiet strength in the set of his jaw, a sense of resolve in the depths of his dark eyes that draws me in despite my best efforts to resist. 

Raphael’s physical presence is a study in contrasts, a blend of strength and vulnerability that captivates me despite my attempts to keep my emotions in check. His jeans fit him snugly, accentuating the lean lines of his frame, while his T-shirt hugs his torso in all the right places, hinting at the toned muscles beneath. With each movement, the fabric stretches and shifts, offering tantalising glimpses of the chiseled abs that lie beneath.

His jacket hangs casually on the back of the chair across the room, a stark contrast to the precision with which he carries himself. It’s a testament to his effortless confidence, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, Raphael remains steadfast and composed. 

His pale skin seems to glow in the soft light of the room, a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounds us. There's a vitality to him, a vibrancy that belies the fact that his heart no longer beats in his chest. Despite the absence of a pulse, he exudes an aura of quiet intensity, a magnetic presence that draws me in with an irresistible pull. 

His black hair is a little messier than usual, strands falling across his forehead in a disheveled cascade that only serves to enhance his rugged appeal. There's a rawness to him, a rawness that speaks to the depth of his emotions and the complexity of his character.

In this moment, bathed in the soft glow of dawn, I find myself acutely aware of the warmth of his presence beside me, the steady rhythm of his breath, despite him not needing to breathe, a comforting cadence in the stillness of the room. And as I take in the sight of him, something shifts within me, a subtle realignment of my emotions that leaves me reeling in its wake.

Gone is the ache of my shattered illusions, replaced instead by a longing, a hearing for the vampire sitting next to me with a small, enigmatic smile playing on his pale and oh so kissable lips. It’s a realisation that catches me off guard, this sudden surge of attraction that pulses through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. 

But amidst the chaos of my thoughts, one thing remains clear: there’s something undeniably magnetic about Raphael, something that draws me to him in a way I can’t quite explain And as I meet his gaze, a silent understanding passes between us, an unspoken acknowledgment of the tangled web of emotions that binds us together in this moment of vulnerability.

With a trembling breath, I reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from his face, the touch of my fingertips against his cold skin sends a shiver down my spine. And as our eyes meet, locked in a silent exchange of longing and desire, I know that this is the moment that can make or break this weird bond. 

As I cup Raphael’s cheek in the palm of my hand, feeling the coolness of his skin beneath my fingertips, a rush of anticipation courses through me, singing with the raw intensity of our shared desire. His dark eyes seem to seeping in hue as I brush my thumb across his plump bottom lip, a silent invitation hanging heavy in the air between us. 

“If you do this…” He doesn’t finish the warning, both of us knowing, sending a shiver down my spine, a potent mixture of fear and longing swirling within me. There’s a finality to his words, a recognition of the irreversible shift that this moment represents. But despite the uncertainty that tugs at the edges of my resolve, I know that I can’t ignore the pull of the connection that binds us together. 

With a trembling breath, I lean forward, closing the distance between us until our lips are mere inches apart. The air crackles with tension, electric and charged with the promise of what’s to come. 

And then, with a boldness that surprises even myself, I take the plunge, pressing my trembling lips to his in a tentative kiss. At first, there’s a hesitation in his response, a flicker of uncertainty that lingers in the space between us. But, as if a dam has been unleashed, Raphael meets my kiss with a hunger that sets my soul ablaze. His lips move against mine with a desperate urgency, a silent plea for more as he pulls me closer, his hands tangling in my hair with a possessiveness that leaves me breathless. 

As Raphael responds to my kiss with a fervour that ignites every nerve ending in my body, I feel myself melting into his embrace, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of our desires. With a gentle yet possessive touch, he lays me down, his body fitting over mine as if we were made for each other, our limbs entwining in a seamless dance of passion and longing. 

His lips continue to move against mine with a hunger that borders on desperation, a silent plea for more as he explores every inch of my mouth with a fervent intensity. The taste of him is like a drug, addictive and intoxicating, leaving me dizzy with desire as I lose myself in the heat of the moment.

I can feel the weight of his body pressing against mine, the heat of his skin searing through the fabric of our clothes. His touch is electrifying, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me as his hands roam over my body with a reverence that leaves me breathless.

And then there's the scent of him, a heady combination of musk and spice that fills my senses, leaving me intoxicated with lust. It's a scent that I know I'll never forget, a tantalising reminder of the passion that burns between us.

In this moment, with Raphael's lips on mine and his body pressed against mine, I feel more alive than I ever have before. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, threatening to consume me whole.

And as I lose myself in the intensity of our connection, I realize that I can't seem to get enough of him. He's become my addiction, my obsession, the one thing that I crave above all else.

“I can deal with being a Carstairs if you stay with me.” I gasp, pulling away as unlike vampires I had to breathe. 

As Raphael's lips ghost over my pulse point, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me, I feel my heart race erratically in my chest. His words wash over me like a soothing balm, a reassurance that transcends the weight of my newfound identity. 

"I don't care if you're a Carstairs or not. I know who you are," he murmurs against my skin, his breath sending tingles of electricity dancing along my nerves. In that moment, with Raphael's lips pressed against my neck and his arms wrapped around me, I feel seen, understood, and accepted in a way I've never experienced before. 

But the sudden interruption of reality crashes down upon us like a wave, breaking the spell of intimacy that had enveloped us. I pull away from Raphael’s embrace, gasping for breath as the need for air overwhelms me. His dark eyes meet mine, filled with a mixture of concern and understanding,

“We should probably get some sleep," he suggests softly, his voice a soothing melody in the silence of the room. "It sounds like Simon and Alec want to tear my throat out currently for touching you.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips at his words, a silent acknowledgment of the complications that come with our newfound connection. With a nod of agreement, I settle back against the pillows, feeling Raphael's warmth beside me like a comforting embrace. As sleep begins to claim me once more, I find solace in the knowledge that despite the challenges that lie ahead, I have Raphael by my side, a constant source of strength and support in a world that often feels uncertain and unforgiving

And as I drift into the realm of dreams, I know that tomorrow will bring new challenges and obstacles to overcome. But for now, in the quiet of the night, I allow myself to simply be, to exist in this moment of connection and possibility, where the boundaries between friend and something more blur and fade into the ether. With Raphael by my side, I know that whatever lies ahead, we'll face it together, bound by an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of adversity.

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

#raphael santiago x reader #raphael santiago #the mortal instruments #raphael santiago x you #raphael santiago x y/n #raphael santiago smut #raphael santiago fluff #raphael santiago agnst #raphael santiago angst #raphael santiago tmi #David castro #shadowhunters #shadowhunters tv #downworlders

[los-geckos]

SHADOWHUNTERS ↳ 1.05: "Moo Shu to Go"

#simon lewis #simon #raphael #raphael santiago #alberto rosende #david castro #shadowhunters #dailyshadowhunters #1.05 #s1 #shadowhuntersedit #my edit #gif #my gifs #usermarusya

[thiskryptonite]

If you click HERE you’ll find 275 gifs of David Castro from his role in Season 3 of Shadowhunters. He is of Puerto Rican and Italian descent, so please cast accordingly. All gifs were made by me and are 268 x 160. You are welcome to resize this/edit them for personal use but do not redistribute or claim them as your own. Content warning: partial nudity, fire, burning, torture, violence, blood, needles, and death

Happy RP’ing!

#david castro #david castro gif pack #my gifs #daca gif pack #fcxdirectory #gifsociety #userdevon #gif pack #dearindie

[youngfcs]

[ PUERTO RICAN MALE FCS ] - PART 01.

Adam Rodriguez (39-47) - Born in United States | Puerto Rican and Cuban descent

Blake Michael (19- 26) - Born in United States | Puerto Rican and Jewish (Ashkenazi) descent

Brandon Perea (20-27) - Born in United States | Puerto Rican and Filipino descent

David Castro (20-26) - Born in United States | Puerto Rican and Italian descent

David Lambert (20-28) - Born in United States | Puerto Rican, Irish, English, German and French descent

Ismael Cruz Cordova (29-35) - Born in Puerto Rico | Puerto Rican descent

Jake T Austin (18-27) - Born in United States | Puerto Rican, Spanish,  Argentinian, Polish, English and Irish descent

Lunay (17-21) - Born in Puerto Rico | Puerto Rican descent

Michael Cimino (15-22) - Born in United States | Puerto Rican,  German, Swiss-German and Italian descent

#puerto rican #puerto rican fcs #male #male fc #puerto rican male #puerto rican male fcs #puerto rican fc #ethnicity #nationality #nationality fc #male face claim #male faceclaim #ethnicity fc #fc #face claim #faceclaim #adam rodriguez #blake michael #bandon perea #david castro #david lambert #ismael cruz córdova #jake t austin #lunay #michael cimino

[draco9236]

So this happened last weekend... I had an absolut blast meeting the cast of Shadowhunters and finding out, that both me and Paul Wesley don't know where to look on selfies 😅

#shadowhunters #the vampire diaries #paul wesley #kat mcnamara #emeraude toubia #luke baines #david castro #jade hassoune #german hunters con

[an-empty-table]

Warlock's movements🧙🏻‍♂️

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #magnus #harry shum jr #harry shum junior #raphael santiago #raphael #david castro

[itsthebigguy123]

Danganronpa THH Fancast in case it gets adapted by Netflix for America

I pray to God it never happens, but here's a best case scenario in a fancast:

Lance Lim as Makoto Naegi

Ross Lynch as Byakuya Togami (His name would be changed accordingly).

Auli'i Cravalho as Aoi Asahina

Tyler James Williams as Yasuhiro Hagakure - name changed

Chelsea Zhang as Kyoko Kirigiri

Iman Vellani as Toko Fukawa (name changed). God this character was hard to cast, so I went for the most shocking yet oddly fitting one

Nina Makino as Sayaka Maizono

Joe Keery as Leon Kuwata

Adeline Rudolph as Celestia Ludenberg

Ian Alexander as Chihiro Fujisaki

Diego Tinoco as Mondo Owada (name changed here)

David Castro as Kiyotaka Ishimaru (name changed here)

Jacob Batalon as Hifumi Yamada

Sasha Banks as Sakura Ogami (name changed here)

Shiori Kutsuna as Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba

#Lance Lim #makoto naegi #Ross Lynch #byakuya togami #auli'i cravalho #aoi asahina #tyler james williams #yasuhiro hagakure #Iman Vellani #toko fukawa #nina makino #sayaka maizono #leon kuwata #Adeline Rudolph #celestia ludenberg #Ian Alexander #Chihiro Fujisaki #Diego Tinoco #Mondo Owada #David Castro #Kiyotaka Ishimaru #Jacob Batalon #Hifumi Yamada #sasha banks #sakura ogami #junko enoshima #shiori kutsuna #mukuro ikusaba #joe keery #danganronpa

[thirst-for-boys]

David Castro

#David Castro

[boysappetit]

David Castro

#david castro

[mesencephalicus]

Raphael is the one for whom I watched this series. again surprised by the stupidity of shadowhunters, nothing new

#raphael #raphael santiago #david castro #shadowhunters #sketch

[soulofapatrick]

Party Favours - Raphael Santiago x female reader 

Summary: One of Magnus’ parties leads to the unexpected 

Words: 1.8k 

Warnings: beginnings of a panic attack 

Y/N’s POV

Alec’s dragging me through the door of Magnus’ apartment, his grip firm but gentle, drawing a sigh of resignation from me. I don’t put up much of a fight, not because I particularly enjoy parties, but because I love Alec so much. 

He’s always been there for me, a constant presence in my life. Two years older than me, he’s not just a brother figure, but also a father figure in many ways. His protective instincts kick in whenever he senses my hesitation or reluctance. 

I squeeze his hand in reassurance, offering a small smile as we step into the vibrant chaos of the loft. The music pounds in my ears, the chatter of voices blending into a dizzying hum. Downwards and Shadowhunters mingle together, their differences monetarily forgotten in the revelry. 

Alec leads me further into the room, his expression a mixture of determination and excitement. I follow along dutifully, trusting him to guide me through the sea of unfamiliar faces and overwhelming sensations. Despite  my reservations, there's a part of me that's grateful for Alec's insistence. He knows how much these gatherings mean to Magnus, how important it is for us to show our support for him.

We weave through the crowd, catching glimpses of familiar faces – Izzy's infectious laughter, Jace's cocky grin, Magnus' sparkling eyes. They all seem to be in their element, revelling in the festivities with a sense of abandon I can't quite muster. But, Alec is by my side, his presence a grounding force amidst the chaos. And for that, I am grateful. With him beside me, I know I can face whatever the night may bring, even if it means stepping out of my comfort zone. 

As we navigate through the crowd, Magnus slinks over with the grace of a cat, his eyes alight with mischief as he greets us. His magnetic presence draws attention wherever he goes, and tonight is no exception. 

“Ah Alec, my dear boy,” Magnus purrs, his voice laced with amusement, “Might I steal you away for a moment? There's someone I simply must introduce you to.”

Alec glances at me, silently seeking my approval. I offer him a reassuring smile, nodding my consent. Magnus and Alec share a unique bond, one that transcends mere friendship, and I would never dream of standing in the way of that.

“Of course , Magnus," Alec replies, turning to me with a gentle squeeze of my hand. "I'll be back soon.”

As Magnus leads Alec away with a flourish, a pang of loneliness tugs at my heart. I watch them disappear into the crowd, feeling a twinge of envy for the easy camaraderie they share. But I quickly push aside those feelings, reminding myself that Alec deserves to enjoy himself, especially in the company of someone as captivating as Magnus.

Alone now, I shift uncomfortably in the too-short dress Izzy insisted I wear. The fabric clings to my skin like a second layer, its tightness making each breath feel constricted. The pulsating energy of the party presses in on me from all sides, overwhelming my senses with a cacophony of noise and movement. 

As the minutes tick by, the intensity of the crowd becomes almost suffocating. Conversations blend into an indistinguishable buzz, laughter rings in my ears like chimes in a storm, and the kaleidoscope of colours and faces whirl around me in a dizzying blur.

Panic begins to gnaw at the edges of my consciousness, a cold knot of fear tightening in my chest. I feel like I'm drowning in the sea of people, struggling to keep my head above water as I desperately search for an escape. With trembling hands, I push my way through the throng, each step feeling like an uphill battle against the tide of bodies. My heart pounds in my chest, a frantic rhythm matching the pulse of the music that reverberates through the loft. 

Just when I feel like I can’t take another moment of the overwhelming chaos, an icy grip clamps around my wrist, drawing me sharply from the crowd and into the hallways with lightning speed. Instinctively, I try to wrench my hand free, my heart hammering in my chest as I spin around to confront my captor. 

But before I can even form a coherent thought, I find myself face to face with Raphael Santiago, his dark eyes searching my face with an intensity that takes my breath away. Relief floods through me like a tidal wave, washing away the fear and panic that had threatened to consume me only moments before. 

“Raphael,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper as I practically collapse into his solid chest, seeking refuge in the safety of his embrace. 

His arms wrap around me instinctively, holding me close as if to shield me from the chaos of the world outside. For a long moment we stand there together in the quiet stillness of the hallway, the only sound the slightly muffled thumping music in the next room. 

Feeling a sense of calm wash over me in Raphael's embrace, I let out a shaky breath, allowing myself to relax for the first time since arriving at the party. With his steady presence by my side, the overwhelming panic begins to ebb away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through me like sunlight breaking through the clouds.

As the tension slowly melts away, Raphael gently guides me towards the spare room I had been heading towards earlier. With each step, I feel a sense of gratitude welling up inside me, grateful for his unwavering support and understanding. 

But as we step into the dimly lit room, my cheeks flush with embarrassment when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. The black dress Izzy had insisted I wear barely reaches past my ass, leaving little to the imagination, while the plunging neckline barely covers my cleavage. Paired with the knee-high boots that add a significant amount of height to my frame, I can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable. 

I tug self-consciously at the hem of the dress, trying in vain to cover a little more skin. I can feel Raphael’s eyes on me, his gaze warm with amusement as he takes in my discomfort.

“You look beautiful Birdie,” He murmurs, using the nickname he gave me the first time he met me, his voice soft but sincere as he steps up behind me, eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the mirror. 

His hands cold as ice, settle on my hips, their touch sending a shockwave of awareness through me. There’s an eerie chill to his fingertips, a stark reminder of his undead nature, as they trace delicate patterns on my skin. When his lips press against my jugular, there’s no warmth, only what should be the unsettling sensation of death brushing against my skin but it’s Raphael. My pulse jumps beneath his touch, his lips curving into a smirk against my neck. 

Flushed with heat, I feel a rush of flustered embarrassment washing over me. It’s not just Raphael’s proximity that sets my heart racing, but the realisation of the feelings I've harboured for him for so long. Despite the impossibility of it all, the boundaries that separate our worlds, I've never been able to shake the ache in my chest whenever he's near. Shadowhunters can’t date downworlders and the law is the law but sometimes laws have to be broken. Izzy’s been sleeping with Meliorn…

As I stand there, lost in the intensity of Raphael's gaze, my thoughts drift to Alec and Magnus, two souls who could be so happy together if not for the unjust laws that govern our world. The bitterness of the truth sends a surge of frustration through me, and before I can stop myself, the words spill out. 

“Fuck this…” I mutter, my voice laced with defiance as I spin around in Raphael's grip, determination burning in my eyes. 

Before he can react, I grab his face with both hands, pulling him into a kiss I've wanted for so long. His initial surprise is evident, his body stiffening for a moment before melting into the kiss with a raw, unbridled passion. For a moment, time seems to stand still as our lips meet, the world fading away around us as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. His kiss is electrifying, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me as I lose myself in the sensation of his touch.

Suddenly, I feel myself falling, the sensation of weightlessness overwhelming me as I land on the bed with a soft thud. Raphael hovers over me, his eyes dark with desire as he leans down to capture my lips once more. His kiss is fierce and possessive, a silent declaration of the longing we've both denied for so long. In that moment, as our bodies entwine in a tangle of limbs and desire, I know that there's no turning back. 

As our lips remain locked in a fervent embrace, Raphael's kiss becomes a whirlwind of passion and longing. Every brush of his lips against mine sends sparks flying, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. But just as I feel myself becoming lost in the intensity of the moment, he breaks the kiss, allowing me to catch my breath.

I inhale deeply, the rush of air filling my lungs as I stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes, dark with desire, bore into mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. And in that moment, as our bodies remain entwined on the bed, I realise just how long he's been waiting for this.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "But I needed to wait for you to make the first move.”

His words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning and unspoken desire. In the silence that follows, I feel a surge of warmth spreading through me, knowing that he's waited for me all this time, just as I've waited for him.

With a shaky breath, I reach up to trace the contours of his face, my fingers trembling with anticipation. His gaze softens at my touch, a flicker of tenderness in his eyes as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

“Better late than never.”

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

#raphael santiago x reader #raphael santiago #the mortal instruments #raphael santiago x you #raphael santiago x y/n #raphael santiago smut #raphael santiago fluff #raphael santiago agnst #raphael santiago angst #raphael santiago tmi #David castro #shadowhunters #shadowhunters tv #downworlders

[los-geckos]

SHADOWHUNTERS ↳ 1.02: "The Descent Into Hell Isn't Easy"

#raphael #raphael santiago #david castro #shadowhunters #tv series #1.02 #s1 #gif #my gifs #shadowhuntersedit #my edit #usermarusya

[thiskryptonite]

If you click HERE you’ll find 300 gifs of David Castro from his role in Season 2 of Shadowhunters. He is of Puerto Rican and Italian descent, so please cast accordingly. All gifs were made by me and are 268 x 160. You are welcome to resize this/edit them for personal use but do not redistribute or claim them as your own. Content warning: fighting, knives, biting, violence, blood, and scars.

Happy RP’ing!

#david castro #david castro gif pack #gif pack #my gifs #daca gif pack #dearindies #userdevon #fcxdirectory #gifsociety #supportcontentcreators

[sasa-chan]

February Birthdays

Celebrities part 3

Tom Glynn-Carney - February 07, 1995

David Castro - February 07, 1996

Rose Leslie - February 09, 1987

Isaiah Mustafa - February 11, 1974

Paul Butcher - February 14, 1994

Christopher Eccleston - February 16, 1964

Jade Hassouné - February 18, 1991

Haylie Duff - February 19, 1985

Anthony Head - February 20, 1954

Anjli Mohindra - February 20, 1990

Eoin Macken - February 21, 1983

Kristin Herrera - February 21, 1989

Sophie Turner - February 21, 1996

Callan Mulvey - February 23, 1975

Toby Sebastian - February 26, 1992

#february #birthdays #tom glynn carney #david castro #rose leslie #isaiah mustafa #christopher eccleston #jade hassouné #anthony head #anjli mohindra #eoin macken #sophie turner #toby sebastian #callan mulvey #paul butcher #kristin herrera #haylie duff

[yaelcasllin]

2014. Obra "Entrena para ganar". Iglesia EDS.

[themagickingdomrp]

Diablo (Formerly Known as Prince Duardo) ▪ Unknown ▪ Cis Male ▪ He/Him/His ▪ David Castro ▪ Evil ▪ Open 

Triggers: Beheading, Coup, Tyranny

→ Past 

Prince Duardo’s family ruled Luna long before Princess Aurora was even born. His dad was his hero, a source of comfort since his mother’s death and the loss of his older brother in a tragic assassination plot. Because he was the only heir left, his dad was overprotective. Duardo was not allowed to leave the castle, so he was ignorant to how his dad was as a ruler until he reached adulthood. His loving father was also a cruel king, vengeful towards anyone that wronged him and cruel to the villagers. Unfortunately, his father angered the wrong man. Sir Stefan had enough of his tyranny and turned to the Good Fairies for help. With their help, Sir Stefan fought off his father’s knights and beheaded him. Duardo managed to escape, but spent years living in his raven form, hiding from rulers all too willing to get rid of him. During his time in the Black Forest, he met Maleficent. She took him under her wing, teaching him the ways of magic and giving him affection, something he had not felt for a long time. Maleficent even gave him a new name to hide his identity: Diablo. She also wanted to rid the kingdom of the new ruling family, having preferred the power she wielded while his father ruled. Diablo helped her in every way he could until the day he was turned to stone for his devotion. He was conscious the entire time, his only thought to get rid of the good fairies and destroy those royals that wronged him yet again. 

→ Present 

When Diablo was freed, he quickly followed Maleficent (or Ravena, as they now called her) to Cinderella’s side. After spending some time roaming her far too cheery kingdom, Maleficent gave him an important mission: go to Wonderland and find allies. Eventually, she was going to take over Cinderella’s entire organization and she needed people to back her up when the time came. Unfortunately, she had to help the brat in the mean time, but Diablo could work behind the scenes. Diablo currently runs a pub in Wonderland, which is popular, even among tourists. Because of its frequently shifting location, it is especially famous among people hoping to share covert information, leading him to become quite the informant for Maleficent. Still, it is not an easy job. He must convince magical and crazed individuals to come to the dark side, but also to not align themselves with Cinderella’s upcoming regime. At least there is never a dull moment. 

#diablo #david castro #sleeping beauty movie #disney rp #bio rp #beheading tw #coup tw #tyranny tw #prince duardo #duardo #bio char #evil #open #char