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“i happen to agree with that whole heartedly.” somehow the princess sensed that aramis would feel that way. she had heard rumors of his many trysts beyond the castle walls, but the few interactions she'd had with the musketeer told her that he was much more than that. or could be. “even if it was, i would never ask such a thing of you, aramis. he isn't worth the effort it would take to lift your sword.” rose's face lifted at his words and she smirked down at her feet. “well then perhaps you'd like to keep me company at dinner this evening? the king and queen have invited many of our acquaintances and unfortunately for me, the duke will be in attendance.” she peered up at him hopefully, eyes squinting against the sunlight. “and there will be dancing.” 

He has seen many flavours of men as a babe at his mother's knee during their tenure in that wretched brothel house, but each of them had been of the greedy sort, lustful gazes etched into his young mind at such a tender age. It's a look he can spot from yards away, unfortunately. A look synonymous with betrayal and hurt and pain. And none of the women he had grown alongside had the protection of a title...or at least, the little protection said title provided. It seems even princesses have very little power when it comes to the lusts of men even in this enlightened society. It makes the musketeer ill, truly.

Even he is not above the lusts of men. It's his burden to bear, and one does as if it is his sacred duty above all. Sacrilegious, he knows--oh, he knows, but if he is sent to the gallows, he knows he would have left many people satisfied outside of their cold martial beds. ❛ A princess should never find themselves in servitude--in danger--to a mere duke's machinations, ❜ he says in response, impassioned by her woeful story. If he had his way, no woman would find themselves subject to her potential suitor regardless of rank or prestige, but he does not rule the world. He is but a mere soldier-scholar, decorated as he is.

❛ Had it been a different time where men held honour dear, I would gladly challenge that bastard to a duel. ❜ Alas, it is not, and Aramis is risking the axe for the mere mention of it, especially given his station. ❛ But rest assured, you will not come to harm in my eyesight, milady. ❜ That he can promise.

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

“you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug�� and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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kidnapping positions

send one for a starter featuring my muse, your muse or both of our muses (feel free to specify)...

duct taped to a chair

drenched with water & regularly half-drowned to keep them semi-conscious at most

tied somewhere with rising water levels

in the trunk of a car

in the back of a truck

in the back of a police vehicle

in the backseat of a car, trying to draw other drivers' attention

buried alive in a car/other vehicle

buried alive in a coffin (or casket, or burial shroud, etc)

strapped to a table & chemically restrained

strapped to a table & being operated on

strapped to a table & being tortured/injured for information

chained to a wall in a cold room

chained to the ceiling so they have to stand on tip-toes to reach the ground

locked in a small container (fridge, freezer, storage chest)

duct taped & gagged in a cupboard

duct taped & gagged in a bathroom

duct taped & gagged in another part of a house, basement or mansion

dumped in a river (possibly drugged, duct taped, etc)

left in a dumpster (possibly drugged, duct taped, etc)

left for dead in this creative way: (fill in the blank)

having just escaped from their kidnapper and badly needing food/water/medical attention/etc

having just escaped from their kidnapper and making that first phonecall home to say hello, I'm alive

having just escaped from their kidnapper and making the decision to turn back around to help (another muse) escape, as well

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“being a nanny isn't as cut throat." naomi added and started putting the supplies back in the first aid kit. she shook her head at his next observation. even if he had stolen another guy's girlfriend, having his life threatened over it still would've been over the top. “by not getting killed when you leave?” naomi gestured towards the hallway. “if you need to lay low for a bit, call someone to pick you up, it's cool. other than that, i'm not expecting anything in return.”

Nick   let   out   a   soft   sigh   before   shrugging   again.   "That   seems   to   be   the   case."   He   rolled   his   eyes   because   the   woman   was   right.   It   was   way   too   dramatic   and   maybe   his   theory   was   wrong.   The   fact   was,   someone   wanted   him   dead   and   that   was   worrying.   "I   guess   sports   is   as   much   of   a   shithole   as   any   other   industry.   Although   I   don't   know   any   other   reason.   I   didn't   steal   anybody's   girl   or   anything   like   that."   He   looked   down   at   himself   and   smiled   a   little.   "Thank   you.   How   can   I   repay   you   for   your   kindness?"

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mentally preparing herself for ezikiel's intoxicating touch wasn't enough. not even a little bit. the second his strong arms were tightly coiled around her, freya was done for. she was deepening the heated kiss and her hands were roaming the man's chest in a fight for dominance. being intimate with him was one of the only things that she looked forward to anymore. everything else was routine and mundane, bleeding together. she still had sex with her husband from time to time, but it was nothing like this. he was nothing like this with her. freya pulled back, breathless, and unbuttoned her blouse.��"i missed you."

"i know." ezekiel was quick to comment as he leaned into her touch. it was a small joke that he knew neither of them would ever be able to laugh at. if either of the families caught wind of this he knew that they would both have their heads. a small smile played on his lips at her words as he closed the space between them and kissed her lips. the whole week leading up to this he could only picture kissing with her and being as close as he possibly could. once a week wasn't enough for this liking, it almost made him want to do something to her husband to get him out of the picture but he knew that would raise some eyebrows for sure. as he smiled into the kiss and deepened it, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling he closer to his body and enjoying the moment they had together.

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ROSAMUND PIKE in Givenchy Spring 2018 Couture at the premiere of A PRIVATE WAR.

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continued  ·  EMILY & BRUCE  ·  @gotham-crusader

“no, that's not… dad, harvey made his own choices. you couldn't of known what was going to happen. how thing's would fall apart so quickly for him.” emily understood enough about the situation to know that mental illness was the real culprit in harvey's downfall. it fueled his desire for violence in the name of revenge. but, at the same time, it made sense that he would feel responsible. he couldn't save his friend from the events of that day or from himself. “what happened? was he arrested?"

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“well, i never said that i wasn't human.” ripley mused, pushing food around her plate with a fork. “i thought we were having a nice evening. candlelit dinner, merlot, nice conversation. but now i really don't know.” she sighed, palm resting under her chin. “i think you might bring out the worst in me.”

“ then you must not be that patient if your temper's already running low. ” a snarky comment, followed with the tilt of his head. “ remind me what we're doing again? ”

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devon's lips parted to respond to that, but nothing came out. she felt like she was drowning. how could rafe not know what it would do to her if he were seriously hurt or killed during a fight for power… because of a seed that she'd planted? “jaden, right.” devon finally said out loud. “maybe i can talk to him first to make things easier and then talk to kie. she'll listen to me. talking and showing them through actions that you've changed is better than risking your life." she held onto his hand loosely.

" Why? It's true. No point in pretending it's not. " He's not just looking for a fight he's done some stuff to all parties so he has to make amends and gain the respect of the troop but she's right if its all against one they'll kill him. " You're right it doesn't so I'm open to ideas. I don't even think I have to fight them all. The rest of them just bark and follow Jaden around. I think he's the one I gotta get to then the rest will follow but maybe I can just work backwards. Get the omegas to forgive me. Then the betas. They'll have to listen to all of us, right? "

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“it could be our true nature. ever thought about that?” being a monster, only acting on primal instincts, was certainly less painful than being good and mindful. she didn't understand the mentality. “fine, i'll wait. but i'm not going to change my mind about what needs to be done. it's them or us. that's reality, edward – no matter how ugly.”

Edward exhaled a scoff of a laugh, "Abigail," he shook his head. "It's a choice. It makes us monsters. We're better than that, or we can be." Edward tilted his head to the side. "I'll think of something. We can talk to Carlisle, just give me time. Don't rush into this, it won't end well." They didn't always get along but he didn't want her hurt.

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odesa poured the champagne into a glass flute and carried it back to marcus. “the very best.” she smiled warmly, setting it down on his tray table carefully. nodding in agreement, “same here, actually. i'm more of a red wine girl. preferably with a side of italian food or very expensive cheese." she surveyed the first class cabin, noticing that no one seemed to need help, and decided to talk with him a bit longer. "so, are you traveling for business, pleasure?"

he  would  smile,  listening  to  her  talking  to  him  as  he  settled  into  his  seat.  as  the  flight  took  off  on  the  way  to  his  final  destination,  he  would  focus  on  relaxing  through  out  the  flight.  he  knew  that  once  he  got  to  his  destination;  a  lot  of  work  was  waiting  him  ahead;  stopping  bad  guys  &  keeping  the  world  safe  was  no  easy  job  for  him;  especially  with  no  back  up.

seeing  the  bustling  plane  with  passengers;  going  on  vacations,  honeymoons.  he  smiled;  he  knew  that  one  day  -  he'd  like  to  do  all  of  that.  but  not  whilst  the  sense  of  duty  &  protecting  others  lingered  over  him  and  remained  his  sole  priority.  seeing  odesa  return  with  a  glass  of  champagne,  kept  that  smile  shining  for  a  while  longer.  "  wow,  that  glass  of  champagne  looks  lovely.  it's  been  a  while  since  i've  had  champagne.  "

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“i know. weird choices. but i thought you'd hate the lavender and cotton more.” tess grinned when dean approved of the sandalwood scent, feeling a sense of pride. finally! she fist bumped herself and did a little dance. “no more smelly baby!” her tiny frame happily nudged sam's side. “think the motel will have a stove to scrape a grilled cheese together? or, wait, maybe they'll have an iron. always wanted to try that."

" Okay well first of all misty rose? No. Cheeky cherry? Absolutely not I can smell the fru fru bullshit while you walked up. " Bu the other two he smells happily going from pine to sandlewood and he takes option number two from her hand. " Oh yeah this is it right here baby! "

" Finally got him to pick one? Nice. " Sam laughs and drops sandwich ingredients, bread and cheese for the dinguses and a couple protein drinks.

" Ooo! Hot sandwiches tonight? " Dean asks the two with a grin and mouth full of cheese balls.

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“i can handle you.” liliana replied with gentle confidence. men had tried to shake it before and had failed miserably. he was no different. her finger trailed down the front of the man's shirt. she gave an assured nod, head tilting. “yes. if i didn't want to be here, i wouldn't be.”

Raised brows at her words, a deeper smirk tugged at his lips. "Careful what you ask for," his head tilted. "Never take too much that you can't handle," a dark hum escaped his lips as his hues met the others. "You sure about that?"

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#FCRTNITE a  selective  multi-fandom  multimuse  ft.  original  characters  from  dc  comics,  supernatural,  law  &  order  svu,  reacher,  &  more !  affiliated  with  vntagetee &  obxqveens.  written  by  skye. ©

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Aubrey Plaza as Allison

BLACK BEAR (2020) dir. Lawrence Michael Levine

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odesa limped forward, running as fast as she could with her injury, and finally saw something that looked like a road. she screamed when one of (them) snapped at her ankles and tripped over a rock, falling forward. her body turned and began to scramble backwards. they were inching ahead, intent on cornering her. “please don't… don't.” odesa begged, tears streaming down her face, and started to kick at them.

She would quickly find any routes that looked promising would be blocked by other forms, sometimes fully in view, other times only from the shadows given away by their vocalizations. A pack doing what it did best, herding and corralling prey. But there kept only being false charges and the occasional chomping maw getting too close for comfort, but never connecting. But she definitely wasn't being allowed to go down any main trail. Worse yet, she wasn't the only terrified person running or hobbling in this direction anymore.