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rubysunnday · 2 months
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THE MUSKETEERS 205: The Return
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derekstilinski · 6 months
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the musketeers + fall colors (insp.)
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Gosh the Nimona movie has got me in such a chokehold. I don't think I have hyperfixated this hard on something since I was 15 when I watched BBC The Musketeers
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Excuse me as I Totally Legally download the whole movie so I can watch it 15 more times to scratch the itch in my brain
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automaticdreamlandkid · 3 months
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Captain Treville - The Musketeers, ep. 2x4/2x5/2x6
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Me and my mutuals watching Twitter burn down and taking Elongated Muskrat's reputation with it:
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[[gif credit to @tomshiddles here]]
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bullet-prooflove · 29 days
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Ruin: Aramis x Reader (NSFW)
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You used to be a courtesan, Aramis has always known that about you.
Aramis had always suspected your benefactor was a duke. It was the extravagance of the perfume you wore when he first met you, the jewels that had adorned your throat. He remembers the taste of violets on his lips as he kissed the nape of your neck, the tightening in his chest knowing that it was another man’s preference.
You wear jasmine these days. It’s a lighter fragrance, one that reminds Aramis of the first days of spring as he makes love to you in a room that has only ever known pleasure. His thumb traces over your lips at the height of rapture, his dark eyes locked on yours as he stills his motions, holding himself deep.
“Not yet my love.” He whispers as his lips brush over yours. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His fingertips trail over the scar that mars your cheek, the one your duke carved into your skin the night you dared to leave him. He’d meant to disfigure you but it only added to your beauty, especially in the world you had carved out for yourself.
Eden is what you call the house you own, the one that your girls work out of.
Every night you host a show, a circus of sorts where you showcase the talents of the women under your tutelage. It attracts a niche of benefactors, men and women of a certain persuasion, who enjoy an alternative means of entertainment.
If they’re interested in the more sensual delights, an arrangement is made as long as the girl is willing. You won’t force your women into service, not the way you had once been.
“Oh Evangeline.” Aramis murmurs, his fingers entwining with yours as his hips arch, sinking even deeper into your tight wet heat. “I’m going to ruin you, the same way you ruined me.”
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backtothefanfiction · 6 months
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Two Can Play At That Game | Aramis Imagine
Warnings: typical musketeer shinanigans, guns, fighting, jokes and fluff, Aramis trying to be suave, flirty, teasing
Word Count: it’s another quick couple hundred (written in app, not keeping track
A/N: okay, so I’m doing it. Aramis as a character has meant so much to me for years and the three musketeers story as a whole is a very important one for my soul history. anyway, I saw this prompt on Pinterest and it just fit and I had to write it.
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You were tired. It had been another long and trying day full of the usual drama and shinanigans that came hand in hand with the King’s favourite Musketeers. And if it wasn’t for the risks and near death experiences that always seemed to follow them, you would have been more than happy to have spent your time with them.
“I promise, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Aramis had said as he pulled you down behind a stack of barrels to take cover. “I thank the Lord that they’re a terrible shot.” He sighs, lifting the cross tied around his neck to his lips and placing a kiss on it for luck.
You had flinched as one of the musket balls hit the top of the barrel closest to your head, wood splintering around you as Aramis leaned over to cover you with his body.
“You know next time you four come knocking I’m just going to pretend I’m not at home.” You jested and you felt him let out a breathy chuckle. Your face was dangerously close to his chest, the deep v of his shirt falling open slightly as his body flexed around you. You closed your eyes and forced away your temptations. Now was not the time.
Your eyes scrunched up tightly, your body growing taught again as another round of shots were fired.
“Come on Porthos.” You heard Aramis mutter to himself.
There was a loud thundering of hooves on the ground as Porthos charged in with a cry. There was a loud wail as one of the men who had been shooting, was knocked down by the momentum of Porthos’ horse.
“Hya!!” Porthos shouted, before making clicky noises with his mouth to wrangle not just his but also Aramis’ horse, who’s reigns were clutched tightly in his grasp.
“Come on, quick.” Aramis said, wringing his sword, holding it out in front of him with one hand, his other hand reaching for yours as he pulled you up and began to lead you to Porthos and the horses.
“Get on.” Aramis commanded as he began to cut down one of the men.
Porthos tossed you the reigns and tucking the leather tightly into the curl of your fingers, you slotted your left foot into the stirrup in front of you and hauled yourself up onto the horse. With his hand now free, Porthos pulled out his sword and began slashing at the two other men about to lunge at Aramis.
“Get on,” you held your hand out to him and he swung up onto the back of the horse behind you, his arms wrapping around you as you handed the reigns off to him.
“Yah!” He called out as his ankles kicked at the sides of the horse, encouraging it into a gallop, Porthos made a similar action and followed closely behind.
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When you had gotten back to the safety of the garrison you started to breathe easier.
“You okay?” Aramis asked as he helped you down from the horse.
“Yes.” You nodded as he handed the reigns off to Porthos to take the two horses to the stable.
“Still thinking of pretending to not be home next time we call?”
“No.” You smirked. You knew you could never say no to an adventure with him. “I love you.” You said as you leaned into him, breathing heavily, relishing in the feeling of still being alive and with him.
“I love me too,” he grinned.
“I- wait, what?” You said your face falling into mock shock as you processed his words.
“I didn’t want this to be some cliché moment, so I thought I’d just shake things up a bit,” he said as you began to pull away from him, “Just know that I love both me and you- where are you going?” He continued, throwing his hands up in the air as you dramatically walked away from him.
“To rethink my life choices.” You call back to him with a smirk.
“Does that mean not to call on you the next time there’s another daring adventure?”
You smile to yourself as you continue to walk through the gates of the garrison, willing yourself to hold your resolve as he calls out your name in ever increasing volumes of desperation, the further you get away. Aramis may think his tongue is his best weapon, but you know holding your own is yours.
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animanightmate · 1 year
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We need to talk about this bad boy
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Émile Bonnaire. Adventurer, mercantile traveller, ladies’ man. Likes a drink, likes a laugh, loves to tell tall tales. Flamboyant, fun, and impressively fleshed out by the tiny, dapper, gravel-voiced charms of James Callis. Even his name derives from the French for “a good time” (or, depending where you look: “good bloodline”).
We first meet him accompanied by jaunty music on his way from the docks to a tavern, tipping his hat to interested women with a smirking flash of big, dark, pretty eyes, before roaring his intentions to pay for everyone’s drinks as he bursts through the door.
A bit of a rogue, Bonnaire. A bit of a weasel too, but a funny one. And he has an excellently aggressive wife.
Bonnaire is the kind of person who gets other people into trouble but always slips free himself. Pay attention - that’s going to be important later.
Once he’s successfully wriggled his way back into the clutches of the Musketeers, he treats Porthos (and us) to the glories of his exotic wanderings, revealing himself to be something of a liar, or just prone to exaggeration and fawning.
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So far, so funny.
Except that the people he’s pissed-off have a habit of finding him, and again it’s those around him who pay the price. Our lads drag a potentially mortally wounded Porthos on to Athos’s old house and, despite comedy punching, it’s clear that things have taken a turn for the serious. The music is cluing us in, you see.
And it turns out that being beholden, duty, debts owed, and notions of family and belonging are massive themes here. As well as definitions of humanity, of who gets to be chattel. Of who gets to own the enacted tragedy.
Porthos rails and growls, and Bonnaire defends himself, claiming that the barbaric (“disgusting” - thanks, Athos) acts he’s perpetrating in the name of profit are “strictly business”. Not prejudice. Porthos spells it out for us, time and again: people are not belongings, everyone is free, no man has a right to own and dispose of another living soul. Except Bonnaire is. Except Athos has. Except the King and Richelieu do, and will. Arguably, these men who kill for duty, as Maria Bonnaire threatens for love (and is killed for revenge) are part of that same culture of disposable humanity.
The episode shows us this, asks us to consider a multi-faceted view of people and their motives and actions. People can be noble and be murderers. People can be friendly and polite, and ruthless killers. People can be charming and fun and human traffickers.
We have a problem in this fandom. A pretty big one, and frankly an old one too. Dumas, for example, seemed to be showing us an unredeemably monstrous Milady while simultaneously demonstrating that, in the society where she found herself, she had little choice - drown, or by killed for a witch, essentially. Tragic, noble, beautiful Athos drowns his sorrows under a nom de guerre, and charges at well-armed enemies in a bid to escape from a crime that d’Artagnan labels correctly as murder right from the get-go in the books. And in the show, Athos condemns Milady over and over for the sins that he himself commits, of killing at the command of the powers-that-be, forever drawn to and repulsed by a woman who shows him all-too-clearly what they both are, and have chosen to be. And yet certain facets of fandom cannot see Milady as anything but evil, and Athos as thoroughly blameless. So many adaptations (or perceptions of them) see Richelieu as nothing but a big old panto baddie and d’Artagnan as a beloved puppy who never did anything wrong. Hi. We have some things we need to address. Dumas gave us a raft of characters who are frankly horrible, selfish, violent people, every one of them flawed in some way, every one of them with issues they need to face, sins to atone for. We do the source material an injustice if we reduce them to simply Good Guys and Bad Guys.
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And here, in response to an adaptation deliberately rendered for a modern audience, with dozens of layers in every interlocking scene and arc, people persist in seeing Bonnaire as a funny wee guy who was merely a bit greedy. But he’s funny and flash, so no real harm done, huh? Oh, he’s misguided, not evil! 
The late, great Terry Pratchett broke down millennia of debate by saying that evil starts by treating people as things. Oh, it may head elsewhere, become more granular and a matter of opinion, but actually it’s pretty simple: don’t treat people as commodities.
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The people who watch that episode and come away uncritical Bonnaire stans stagger me. This one isn’t even subtle - not only does he leave his beloved wife to die; not only does he lie and cheat and slide away from accountability at every turn, but Porthos roars (and later mutters) an absolute and no-holds-barred, emotional and intellectual take-down of the ethical nadir, the moral pit that is perpetrating slavery. He outlines in pitiless detail what it really means to the individuals (“Men, women, and children!”). He show how the long-term effects of that abuse, even once freed, shorten a person’s life, have resounding repercussions through generations. And he must feel so alone - the others holding him back from hurting Bonnaire, Athos telling him “Yes, it’s horrible, but it’s legal, and we have our duty to take this man to the Cardinal,” before ducking out of said duty himself to go on an drinking binge epic even by his standards. The others are more sympathetic, but still follow the course set for them by their superiors.
I want to tell the Bonnaire fans: yeah, he’s supposed to be fun and funny. You’re supposed to pick up that people can be interesting and quirky and ABSOLUTELY, THOUGHTLESSLY EVIL. That evil isn’t just the simple, unattractive thuggery of Labarge et al, it’s men doing ruthless things for the good of their country or for profit or for love or for power. It’s people feeling desperate and it’s people feeling dutiful. It’s not any one thing (except, at root, commoditising people), and just because they sold the role, doesn’t mean that the actor didn’t understand that either.
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This is the message that I want them to understand: evil can look pretty. Evil can be charming. Evil can seem absolutely harmless. Evil can make you laugh, feel flattered, feel affection, feel pity. Yes, there are moral grey areas in the world, but human trafficking is not, cannot, and will never be anything other than irredeemable savagery. Slavery is cruel and vile and inhumane. And just because something has never been condemned in law, does not mean it is justifiable if it diminishes lives.
And just because you find someone attractive does not mean they’re the good guy. Come on, now.
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rose-edith · 2 years
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We already know what is like to kiss D'Artagnan but how about kissing Aramis?😍
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Ooh! Hope you like it!
Kissing Aramis would include:
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•the minute he decides he’s going to kiss you everything changes- the whole world just sinks to the two of you. It’s like no one else exists. He’s so confident, Aramis knows how to kiss, he’s assured and confident- it rolls off him in waves, and that excites you! Excitement underpins every kiss with Aramis, even if the kiss itself may be given in sometimes sad or worrying situations.
•and his eyes, they’re intense, they’re dark and warm and full of a whole promise that you absolutely cannot resist!
•his hands slip round your waist, they’re large and strong as they tug your body close and slip up your back- one hand slips into your hair and scratches your scalp softly.
•and then slowly, oh impossibly slowly, for all of time has trickled back to a snail pace, his lips, those soft, plump cushions come into contact with yours.
•it’s hot, right from the get go he’s in charge, he’s setting the pace and speed, he’s the one that’s leading the kiss. And it’s breathtaking. Aramis is a phenomenal kisser!
•it’s a conversation of lust and passion, and you melt into it every single time he kisses you! Your hands slip onto his chest and feel the pounding of his heart under your palms, the heat from his body rolls into yours. He’s solid and real and insistent! His facial hair, that well groomed, beautiful hair, tickles your face…just as it will go on to tickle your neck when he eventually starts to kiss down your neck, as he invariably does.
•there is no such thing as a short kiss with Aramis. Even the shortest of pecks lasts a little while. A kiss means more than simply lust or a desire to put your lips together, oh yes, a kiss is a message, it has a special meaning! Whether it’s a good morning kiss, a I missed you kiss, a please don’t leave me kiss, a forgive me kiss, a you look so beautiful kiss, every kiss conveys a message, and you get that message loud and clear every time!
•and every kiss is like the first. Everytime his lips meet yours, setting off an explosion of fireworks in your body, you’re swept away in the intensity of the passion!
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rubysunnday · 3 months
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10 years of THE MUSKETEERS Season 1 (19th Jan - 30th Mar 2014) (insp.)
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derekstilinski · 7 months
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the musketeers + incorrect quotes from @incorrect-musketeers & @enigma-the-mysterious 🤝
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starcrossedjedis · 2 years
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Well, we can all blame thank @arrthurpendragon for this one 😭😅
She doesn't have a name yet, but -
she is a whore in a brothel more or less vis-a-vis from the garrison
she is quite popular with some of the aristocrats and thus has even seen the inside of the palace here and there
which is why the musketeers sooner or later happen upon her looking for inside scoops
with Buckingham and Mylady roaming the halls of power, the musketeers position her in the hopes of her being their eyes and ears
Aramis is her LI, although he drives her up the walls constantly ("well, at least I make a decent living off of my whoring around")
Athos and her are drunk, somber besties
Porthos is her goofy, gossip bestie
she is is the big sister figure D'Artagnan deserves
her and Constance bond over being palace spies (who are in love with dumbasses, probably)
and as with everyone on this show, Treville is the father she never had
she has a very tough shell, due to her upbringing and the way she makes her living, but she has a very good heart
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Athos - The Musketeers, ep.1x1
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lokirulesmidgard · 8 months
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What are your top ten favorite movies? I don’t watch movies as often as I used to. My attention span is shite. But when I am able to focus for long periods of time, I tend to stick to ones I know and grew up with- occasionally I venture out into more recent ones. This list is in no particular order. The Halloween Tree Sleeping Beauty Nonstop Monty Python and the Holy Grail Robin Hood: Men…
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bullet-prooflove · 21 days
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Yours: Athos x Reader (NSFW)
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You are the only woman that Athos has ever let bind him, the only one he trusts not to harm him, to love him. When you guide his arms up above his head, he arches against you, the sweetest exhale leaving his lips. The bindings are light, something he can easily tear himself from but it’s their presence that makes the difference, the prospect of restraint.
Your lips are featherlike as they caress his every inch of him, his mouth, his throat, his chest and then lower, his hips, his thighs, his knees. There is not a part of him you leave untouched, unloved.
He is leaking by the time you take him in your mouth, desperate, wanting. His head tips back into the pillow as he cries out your name, because being with you is akin to entering the gates of heaven, it’s forgiveness, it’s salvation, it’s everything he’s ever craved.
He surrenders to you entirely, he gives you his joy, his pleasure and himself because truly that’s all he has. There are no lands anymore, no fortune, there’s just him, a tired, broken soldier. And you take him, you take every part of him.
When the rapture hits him, the waves crashing through his body, the ecstasy dragging him under he offers up a promise.
“I am yours.” He whispers. “I will always be yours.”
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