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While I understand that Black Flag is an older game, I still sometimes peruse the rp tag in the hopes that there will be a small surge of AC4 rpers.

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HELL ON WHEELS | 3x06

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God, he could read her like a well-loved book. Pages and words so familiar he could remember them with his eyes closed. Anne had never been the sort to play the doe-eyed, ever-innocent non-mischief maker. "No, not in the slightest. But I'd suggest giving Sean a fifteen minute head-start upstairs. He got into some of your things and I've told him to tidy it before you go upstairs."

@paddyfuck said: “*kisses your cheek*” - for q.

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               Once he felt her lips on cheek, he was quick to look up from phone, unable to stop himself from raising brow. "Not trying to deflect, are you?" He recognised that mischievous glint in her eyes, one little Sean had clearly inherited from her. "What you get in to?"

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"Hard to be a bad influence when you're just as bored as I am," Anne replied with a grin. Sadie and Anne were like two peas in a pod, never able to sit still for long enough, and the threshold for the more... menial tasks was considerably lower. Anne had never seen herself as the perfect homemaker, but a woman built for freedom and adventure. Both of which tended to go hand in hand.

"Heard there's a wagon of moonshine rolling outside of Strawberry this evenin'. Just got my pistol taken care of, sounds like it'll be a challenge. Nothin' you and I can't handle, Mrs. Adler."

ANNIE GURL (@paddyfuck):

leans against. flops over.

Saaaadie, let's go cause some mischief.

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❛ i thought you'd never say, lady! couple angels, like me an' yerself? causin' mischief? i'm startin' t' think you're becomin' a bad influence on me, annie girl... ❜ poking lightly and playfully at anne's sides with a giggle. ❛ an' what poor fool or fools are gunna be the victims o' this mischief of ours? no shortage of 'em 'round here. or, in town. hell, ain't no shortage of fools in this world! ❜

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"Absolutely. But that's the magical thing about being witches and wizards," Anne began with a coy smile. "Dinners are very easily heated up in case of lateness. And you promised the last time they got into mischief that you would see to it personally that they would be sorted out, Professor Potter."

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"Hey wait this-" Harry trailed off, looking at the other before a weary sigh escaped his lips, "I somehow knew this was going to be my problem." he said dryly, "I'm going to be late for dinner tonight aren't I?"

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"I’d been at The Old Avery. There were other taverns in Nassau, of course, and other brothels too, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t avail myself of both, but it was to The Old Avery that I returned, where Anne Bonny the barmaid would serve drinks (and there was no one prettier who ever bent to a bunghole with a tankard in her hand than Anne Bonny), where I’d spent so many happy hours in appreciation of that fine posterior."

ASSASSIN’S CREED: BLACK FLAG

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Pokes me head in.

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Okay, so. Better hiatus message. I will be leaving for home from the 16th for a few weeks (date unknown) as my mother has suffered a heart attack. She is stabilised in hospital, but I will be returning to help keep her house, help her with chores, cooking etc. so she will have a chance to recover properly. I will be around on discord via mobile, though I will be incredibly spotty there. Tonight and tomorrow will be spent packing and preparing to go over.

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5.08

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KATE WINSLET in — JUDE (1996) dir. Michael Winterbottom

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Dinner in America (2022)

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When it came to food and cooking, Anne would make enough to feed the five thousand and then some. Though her brood was ever-growing by the year, they always struggled to eat their way through whatever she had made, and when she kept Benjamin in mind also ... He would reap the spoils of her work in the kitchen, packed carefully by John and would offer him the promise of an ever-expanding belt.

"You are far too skinny," she joked. Half-joked, really. The promise of the nip of Winter had reddened her cheeks on the jaunt over, and as with anyone with half a concern about both family and friends. "I will stop feeding you when your eyes stop lighting up when I bring you treats."

Anne moved to pull the scarf from her head, tied loosely enough to keep her hair dry from the rain. "Where's your kettle and tea? The heavens just opened and I'd rather not trudge home in the rain, if you don't mind, like."

Drops a nice big basket of baked goods in front of him. "For you."

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Benjamin's initial response was surprise. After the w.ar, all of his friends had more or less dispersed -- namely, because they were married and he was not -- so he wasn't accustomed to anyone making him a priority.

With a sheepish little smile, he appraised the (rather large) basket with mounting warmth. "Careful now," he warned, opting for levity rather than emotion. "If you keep this up, you're going to make me bigger than a horse's arse... Unless that's the objective?"

Plucking a molasses cookie from one of the tins, Benjamin waited at least one moment before diving in, his features melding into pleasure as he gestured toward the basket. "Want one? Seems only fair to share in the spoils," he encouraged. "Though I have to ask: what's the occasion? Trying to use up some near-spoiled ingredients?"

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VtMB sentence starters - Lily ( part ii )

–– feel free to change pronouns and the like !

“How do you know ___?” “I tried to tell him about his condition.” “He was so furious with me about what I’d made him into he wouldn’t listen.” “From what I’ve been told our blood is weaker than most.” “I’ve been told some consider us a bad omen and want us destroyed." “I don’t know why he abandoned me.” “His group wouldn’t take me in. Said I was a liability.” “He left me with so many questions.” “I did the same thing, but I didn’t want to leave him.” “He forced me out of his life.” “I should go. I have to get out of here. Maybe out of the city.” “You said he mentioned me. What did he say?” “He doesn’t hate me anymore?” “I’ll go see him. Thank you.” “About tonight... what I did, please don’t tell him.” “It’s not my fault, I couldn’t control it.” “I’d never done anything like this before. I’m no killer.” “I don’t have anything to give.” “You might have saved me, but I can’t look at you.” “To think anyone could be so companionless, so heartless.” “This life’s been hard on him. Both of us.” “He forgives me. We’re leaving soon.” “I have some family with a place out in the middle of nowhere in Oregon.” “It should be okay for us to stay out there as long as we’re together.” “I told you I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything to give you.” “Why are you doing this to me?” “Don’t let me stop you from going in.” “Don’t even think about it.”

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Anne could easily thaw him with the brushes of her lips against his skin. It had been that way from the moment they had first fallen in love, and she would argue that it had absolutely been at first sight. Infinitely deeper than any could've expected of them both; too young and moving too fast for comfort. Joined at the hip. Divorced before the year's end, some had snickered. Yet one year had turned into two, two into three and their family flourished before their eyes. It grew slowly, as it often did with their kind, but promised a need for a larger home in time. Anne turned her head, so her cheek could rest against the bareness of his shoulder. Badum, badum. Badum, badum. The comfort of his heartbeat.

She felt the cold flash of dread when she imagined it so far from her. Away from where she could help him, where it would feel like a part of herself would be missing when he pulled out of their town. "I mean most things I say," she said softly. Uncharacteristically quietly, actually. "Sean will be fine with his aunt. He will be the safest pup in the world. You know this better than anyone. He will be with his pack, one way or another." There was a pause as he moved to tilt her head back, and ginger brows furrowed. Not in anger, but in stubbornness. "And his father will be wandering into uncharted territory, alone and without anyone to call for aid should it go sour." Anne pressed a small, sullen kiss against his mouth. "I am going. And you should know better than anyone that you will not change my mind."

John would be acting as a scout for their band, a pair of eyes to investigate a row of deaths that occurred in too short of a time period to be anything normal or natural. Especially that close to another reservation, and one that likely housed a pack of their own. He would have to contact the leader and the representative of their most sacred circle that moment he arrived to their boarders. He also knew that the moment he came into their territory they would be on him like, for lack of better terminology, a pack of wolves. He turns with the thought, listening to declaration while she lay affections across his skin, a hand reaching back to intertwine his fingers through the line of her knuckles and drags it around his middle. Moving to meet her eye in the hopes that she was not push the decision that he was fighting to make in his heart..

"You mean that, don't you." He starts, watching her for a moment, turning with the lift and roll of his shoulder to further encompass her against him as he rests his weight back against his palm. "Mama." John starts, their faces so close to one another, "Nowhere is safe, it's true.. Which is why I need you here. With our Pup. To watch over him, and be protected... in ways that I won't be able to protect you out there." He lifts his other hand and with the curl of his index he tips her head back, eyes darting to her lips briefly before lifting back up to her gaze. "Boy is having it rough, and needs his mother more than he needs his father."

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                    ❝ He screams and screams and pounds his head against the wall until wailing phantom firetrucks paces across his vision. Pain. Pain is all he wants. And hate. Yes, hate. We shall never forget and never forgive. And never ever fear. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets. ❞

                                                                                          written and loved very much by Mötley

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In this moment, in the company of the water and Kassandra herself, it was easy to get lost in this feeling. That lovely, jittery feeling of being both free and completely smitten. Anne would gladly drown in both, given half the chance, as though it would cup the tenderness of the moment in her hands for the rest of eternity. But there lay the issue of a heart that yearned for both soft things and the delights of her liberty. She would spend as much of it as she could with her. It had been something completely unspoken for a long stretch of time, where it would be certain that she would not lose her. No, in this moment, she felt ten foot tall.

Kassandra's lips were softer than she'd imagined. They tasted of salt and the sea, with a nip of the whiskey they'd been drinking over the duration of the night. She was about to sink into her when something brushed past her foot, and Anne made a surprised noise and pulled away.

"I think there's something under us," she said with a splutter. "I wouldn't be arsed if it were just seaweed, but these waters are known for havin' sharks, and that is not how I want to go."

Kassandra knew how to tease and tease well. She was dubbed she who launched a thousand hearts by Alkibiades, after all, and his exploits are still talked about to this day. And even with all the years between lovers, Kassandra still knew how to lay on the charm, the right words or intonations, closing the distance, and a certain look in the eyes. Even when the pale moon cast a more silver sheen over those golden eyes of hers. Those same golden eyes were now focused entirely on Anne. "What can I say? The Greeks invented romance." She could recite the love poems of Sappho all day, in their original text. No one wrote it better. "Good. I like this negotiation." Her lips curled into a smile as Anne leaned in to press salted lips softly against her own, the Keeper's hand gently cupping her face as she did.