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[muselexum]

@broken-shackles​ sent:

(Muse: Masked Deuce) (To Ace for the idea I said in the DM) Rescue + Grief

darker prompts -> [meme]

He had been bracing for impact, but not in this sense. One moment he was standing in front of Luffy and in the next, he was tackled to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Ace gasped, mind running wild as he tried to gather his bearings. His mind was on Luffy. Luffy. Panic settled in, terror at the realization that if he had not taken the impact than had Luffy...?

Ace scrambled to his knees, eyes darting over to see Marco and a few of the others jumping in between Akainu and his baby brother. It was a minor relief, but not enough as when he looked over to his side, he saw Deuce laid out with a severe injury- one that Ace should have gotten. It was only then that he had pieced together everything that had happened.

“Deu!” He called to his friend, crawling over to him in a rush. No, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Deuce’s back and part of his side were ravaged by magma and Ace felt helpless in his inability to help him.

He picked Deuce up in his arms, unable to take precautions with his injuries as they were in the middle of an active combat situation. The best he could do was to get Deuce out of danger and hope that there’d be some way to fix this, because this couldn’t be the end of Deuce. Marco? Marco would be able to help... right? He had to. If even Marco couldn’t help him then... No, he couldn’t think about that. Not right now. Deuce would be fine. He’d be okay.

[muselexum]

@broken-shackles​​ sent:

(Muse: Masked Deuce) ( It can be from Ace or anyone else you think fits ^^)💋

kisses -> [meme]      

Ace was not a normal sleeper by any means. If he wasn’t falling unconscious during random moments throughout the day, he was having vivid dreams that caused him to sleepwalk and talk.

On that day he had been having a dream of his years back on Foosha with Luffy and Sabo. The Commander could be seen walking through the Moby’s halls, mumbling to himself with the occasional yell mixed in.

That was the state Deuce had found him in and it was understandable that he’d try to guide Ace back to his room to rest properly. During Deuce’s attempts, Ace had slumped against him, arms slung over his shoulders as he mumbled, “Luff, love you Luff~” His lips were puckered as he kept placing kisses to Deuce’s face.

[the-pete-george-experience]

James Squire Broken Shackles - Review

Pete's ReviewFrom James SquireTechnical StuffA Great Match James Squire Broken Shackle In all honesty, my prefered beer is a larger something that is enjoyable to drink, that is fresh and has an enjoyable flavour, that is a little fruity. My goto larger is Iron Jack. So let's see how this new craft beer from James Squire goes. The great thing with James Squire beers are the ingredients are all Australian Grown a big plus for me.It has that same drink feeling as the other craft beer from James Squire, it has that non-commercial feel to it. Which was surprising and is with all of James Squire beers considering they are part of the Lion Nathan Group. On pouring the beer it is a Golden Honey colour with a fresh and summery aroma. The first thing I noticed compared to Iron Jack it had a little more of a bitter kick to it, which lets you enjoy it more, I find with Iron Jack you slam them down great for a hot day and thas about all. It's for me has a perfect balance between flavour and a refreshing beer, with a well-controlled brewing process that allows the beer to be crisp with enough lower bitterness that lets each mouthful be enjoyable and refreshing. Without a doubt it should be enjoyed around the BBQ or just as a nice drink to have when you get home For me, this was the missing link in a solid stable of craft beers available commercially, Highly Recommended. Read the full article

[onlybricole]

Almost 3 years after this was released is when slaves out west, found out that they were free. #BrokenShackles #HappyJuneteenth #BlackIndependenceDay (at Fulton County, Georgia)

[pyratesandfyre]

broken--shackles started following you

                      "Those markings--" 

[cuervocanto]

❤

philosophy and values meme

❤ : Plato said that “love is a serious mental disease”. What does your muse think of that?

//Maybe not to that same degree, but Zevran agrees with the sentiment, at least in regards to himself. Love among others is all well and grand, but he's not suited for it. 

To Zevran, love is an open door through which tragedy waltzes in. He's been trained to turn off his emotions; any sort of sentiment interferes with the task at hand. That, and everyone he's ever loved (Rinna, Taliesen, the warden in some verses) ends up dead. It's better to just avoid love altogether. 

[lyriumghostwolf]

Seeing Double (Closed w/ Broken--Shackles)

The elf slept quietly in camp. He had already stood guard for the night and it was Hawke's turn. Fenris had found his nose buried in Anders' hair as he had curled around the mage. Hawke was still pissed about their relationship. The blood mage smirked at the elf and healer for a moment. "Come morning, Fenris... You won't exist." he muttered quietly, and then cast his spell.

Fenris woke up alone, abandoned, and cold. He looked around in confusion. His armor and weapon were gone, the camp was gone, his group was gone. He frowned deeply.

"Anders?!" He called out. No reply. "Aveline?! Hawke?!" Still no answer. He muttered a dark curse and started to head back to Kirkwall. It wasn't long before he allowed his wolf form to come forth so he could move faster. He needed to get home and quickly.

[diebeskunst-archive]

      They had been drinking for quite a while. Getting drunk on Tevinter wine had a beautiful irony to it for both of them. And so it had become a regular occurrence. Sitting together, talking about everything and anything beside the things that they shared. At least they never talked about anything that had to do with their former lives.

     A groan left Daelan, leaning back into the armchair, rolling his eyes.

    ❝By the Maker and whatever other Gods are floating around... do you ever relax? You are always so tensed up like an overstretched bowstring close to snapping.. do you ever let loose? Let off some steam.. you know?❞ he ended the sentence with a suggestive grin.