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[ahmuseme]

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It was the last raid of the season, and what a glorious one it had been! Their enemy had been brave and fierce when faced with adversity, but it mattered very little once Aesir unleashed his men upon them. Like the hounds of hell, they had torn through the settlement, murdering and raping, until they stood victorious in the burning wreckage. Now that the battle was over, he could hear his warriors celebrating over the crackle of burning wood and the cries of the conquered, and as much as he wished to join them, his work was not done. Now came the pillaging. Walking down the line of survivors, Aesir examined each one and decided who they would take back to their home as slaves. “This one, this one, and...” He paused in front of a kneeling woman and placed the flat end of his ax underneath her chin. Forcing her to look up, his bright eyes raked every inch of her body, “And this one.”

[ofxinnocence]

Starter for: @scvcnt​ Based on this plot

The small town she had ended up in, was one that Grace had never expected. She had never expected that she would have to run from her past either. She hated the nightmares, she hated the fact that she had to look over her shoulder all the time. This small town was - hopefully - a place where he would never search for her.

The cabin was not her usual style. It was going to need a lot of love and taking care before it would look the part, but Grace was okay with that. It would keep her busy, distracted from what she had left behind. The woman walked into the small store of the town where she would hopefully be able to find what she needed.

She searched through the shelves and then brought the items she needed to the counter where no one was to be found. A younger girl popped up suddenly and Grace smiled at her. “Hi there, are your parents around?” The girl shook her head and got some of the items out of her basket. “But I can help you.” The blonde woman chuckled and leaned against the counter. “Well in that case, do you have some paint? I want a happy color.” The girl looked at her excitedly and nodded happily. “I will get you the samples,” she said before she left.

Grace’s gaze followed the girl to the back of the store before she looked through the rest of the store once more to see what was going on there, waiting for the girl to return.

[thebookofmuses]

Hotel Wife

Emma’s normal tricks for using motel showers and beds before maid service arrived was not working out. There had been too many close calls or maids spotting them and her fleeing before the police could catch her. She couldn’t tell anyone the last time she fully slept. Months at least. It had been night after night of trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep on the weirdest areas and angles. It had messed up her back and neck beyond all reason, and she needed sleep in some sort of proper bed. 

She was walking through a fancier hotel in the hopes to find a couch to sleep on. Through a stroke of luck, she overheard a conversation that a very rich heir of some kind was staying there. He was not in his room right now and should not be back for a few hours. She got the name, and that was all she needed. She slipped a hat off one of the luggage racks and some sunglasses. Her blonde heir helped her totally look like she was a celebrity undercover. She went to the reception desk and used his name to get a key, keeping her voice low as if she wanted to keep it on the low profile. It worked perfectly.

After returning the items, she snuck up to the room and took advantage of all the amenities. Shower, food, laundry down the hall, and the TV. It was a nice break. She sat on the TV in her robe as she waited for her clothes to dry.

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[disapprove]

kind of based on this bc i could totally see the two of them @scvcnt​

The entire crowd cheered when the male next to her decided to pull her in for a kiss instead of her boyfriend on the other seat. Who, by the way, had walked off angrily. Still a little in shock because of the sudden kiss she looked up at Tyler and narrowed her eyes. “You just kissed me. I thought he was your friend?” 

[mrsxbrightsidex]

@scvcnt​ liked for a starter. Based on this.

"I’ve spent the last three hours looking for you.” Never mind the fact that it was three in the morning on a Sunday night, or that he had to be in a business meeting in L.A. by tomorrow afternoon. Frankly, Derrick just wanted the night to be over with. Ever since they got married, it felt like he was constantly roping her out of her party girl madness. At first, he thought it was amusing. Wasn’t it just two years ago that Derrick was a degenerate? He would drink, smoke, and party his trust fund to the ground. But now, he was “Derrick Woodsen” and the heir to the family business. Suddenly, all the things he enjoyed weren’t so funny anymore. “Can you please just get in the car?” Derrick complains, attempting to reach for his wife’s arm and pull her towards the door. “Seriously. Let’s go.”

[sacrosanctvm]

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Here to roast some FC’s. | accepting

Fucking. Emilia Clarke. Like. I used to be a fan before I realized what absolute trash GoT is and how boring and lifeless her acting is, and she’s just? SO? BORING? And she’s always played the exact same way. Aaaaaaaaalways. She has no range as an actor and no range as an fc, and that’s on god.

[the-life-we-fear]

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Princess Liana was never one to act like Royalty. Her mother always found her slouching when people weren’t looking or rolling around in the grass on a rainy day. Her mother thought it was best to send her away when she was five to learn how a princess should act, speak, sit, and breathe. Fifteen years later a ship arrived at on the shores of Liana’s home where she turned into a woman who was fit to be queen. And within seconds, Liana and her possessions were hauled onto the ship, and began to set sail for her life back at court. She was excited to be back, excited to see her brothers and sisters. But she was also afraid that she wouldn’t recognize anyone at court since she had been away for so long. 

They were on the water for a week, the water a bit rocky, the air cold. Liana was bundled up in her quarters of the ship trying to get to sleep for the night, since they would arrive at court within a couple of days. But then it seemed as though the ship had stopped, held in place by it’s anchor. And then the clash of swords could be heard from above and the door to her cabin was flown open by someone she didn’t recognize. “Who the hell are you!”

[cottoncandysoul]

     tugging her hood up on the cloak she wears, catriona’s vivid blue hues scan the area of the bustling city as she makes her way toward the inn they’ve been staying in. he needed to rest up and while she was no doctor, she was smart enough to know he needed sustenance and rest if they had any hope of pushing on further than they already had. a small bottle is clutched in her left hand, a satchel in her right, and a few minutes later, she’s stepping over the threshold into the stale air of the inn and out of the rich cold of winter. in the time she’s been in the past, she’s yet to get used to the lack of proper air conditioning. oh, how she longs for running water and electricity, for a proper shower and a cup of delicious coffee. it’ll be two hundred years before she’ll be granted any such niceties. wooden stairs creek under her weight as she climbs them, mindless to the heavy stares she’s given. an american lass in scotland is hardly as common these days as it was in her time. “you’re supposed to be resting,” she says the moment she enters their room, hood pushed back, dark hair tumbling forward over her shoulders as she sees him perched at the small wooden table in the corner. @scvcnt​