Round 1

Feb. 8th, 2014 10:08 pm
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Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

The lowdown: You post your prompt, anon or not. Someone else will hopefully fill it (also anon or not). Not for profit, just for fun. And in this case, for king and country.

Anon is on, IP logging is off.

No wank
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Be respectful to everyone
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Use the warnings

Mandatory trigger warnings/warnings for both prompts and fills:
abuse (physical and mental)
issues such as racism, sexism, homo-/trans-/-bi-/ace-phobia etc
character death
eating disorders
extreme physical or mental illness
substance abuse (alcohol, drugs, medication)
gore and horror

If this list misses anything, do let me know, though please understand that if absolutely everything is added this list will never end.

You are encouraged and advised to add additional warnings at your own discretion.

Please make use of the subject line.

If your prompt alludes to the book or any of the other adaptations, please let us know which one.

Lastly, prompt freezes (which I have to say I’m really not fond of) etc will be at the mod’s discretion. I will decide on a prompt cut-off point for prompt posts once I know how fast the meme moves.

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Discussion post:

Official fill post (I strongly suggest you use it for better visibility of your fills):

Anyone, Free

Date: 2014-04-13 03:37 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

Re: Anyone, Free

Date: 2014-04-13 03:53 am (UTC)
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DA really wants this to be Porthos and Anne of Austria. Maybe she finds the pattern for a true flying machine in the attic/a chest/the library (da Vinci was there a hundred years before), and conspires with Porthos to build it (it could come up when watching the king hunt and being really bored).

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'I drink a little more than recommended
This world ain't exactly what my heart expected
Tryina find my way someway, oh I, oh I, oh I'

athos maybe?

Sleep walking

Date: 2014-04-13 05:39 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Maybe we already had this, but I want more sleepwalking Aramis.

Bonus for:

- Porthos putting on a brave face but secretly fretting that someone will wake Aramis up when he's wandering around which, as everyone "knows", could mess a man up in the head

- Someone suggesting -- jokingly or not -- that they tie a string to Aramis (attaching the other end to one of them) while they camp in the forest so that he won't wander off and get lost

- Aramis "working" in his sleep; mending coats or cooking (if they're on the rosd with a camp fire going). Gold star for him being a better cook when he's asleep than he is awake.

Re: Sleep walking

Date: 2014-04-13 06:54 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ah, sleepwalking.

You can have some pretty weird conversations with someone sleep walking. We found my sister ‘writing’ at the table one night. Apparently she was doing her homework. Except she had no book or pen.

This is a fantastic prompt.

Re: Sleep walking

Date: 2014-04-13 06:55 am (UTC)
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Kind of a Mini Fill: Defeat of the Bandersnatch

Date: 2014-04-20 02:42 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Mini Fill (and probably not quite at all what the OP was looking for)


Defeat of the Bandersnatch


Athos woke blearily, some noise or sound swishing through his ears and putting his teeth on edge. Cautiously, he lifted his head from the folded saddle blanket serving as his pillow and glanced around.

"Shh," hummed Porthos softly, sitting tensely on the balls of his feet with his back pressed to one of the oak trees they'd camped beneath. When their eyes met, he lifted a finger to his stiff lips and repeated the sound. "Shh."

Sitting up completely, Athos groped for his dagger, blinking his eyes as he stared into the dark. "What's going on?" he whispered, finding his boots and getting his feet underneath him.

Dragging a deep breath that somehow made him seem absurdly frightened, Porthos pointed. A few steps beyond where d'Artagnan lay sleeping, Aramis was standing amidst the birch trees, twisting in silent maneuvers with his sword -- his parrying dagger clutched tightly in his other hand so that the baleful moonlight glinted silently off both blades as he turned.

"He's asleep," said Porthos.

Athos felt his insides warble and breathed tightly out through his nose. He held his breath as Aramis spun again, executing a thrust and block. "I thought we were past this. He hasn't had an episode in years."

Suddenly, d'Artagnan rolled to face them. "He's done this before?" he whispered.

"How long have you been awake?" asked Athos.

"Longer than you. I didn't drink half the wine last night."

"Cheeky," replied Athos without breaking expression.

D'Artagnan smiled and sat up higher, but his eyes were worried, glancing from Porthos to Aramis and back again. "He's done this before?" he repeated.

"Once or twice," mumbled Athos, watching Aramis round a tree and sweep his sword in an arch, silent and graceful, and terribly asleep.

"Bit more than that," countered Porthos. "For a while, Athos used to make him sleep with a string tied around his wrist while he tied the other end around his own, just to keep track of him if he tried to wander off."

D'Artagnan's eyebrows lifted.

Athos shrugged. Following onto the path of Porthos's blunt honesty, he kept his voice low. "Sword practice is not all he would get up to. Occasionally we'd find he'd repaired all our shirts during the night, but more than once we found he'd wandered beyond an hours' walk away from us, and in bare feet besides. The string seemed the most logical solution."

The sudden memory jolted him and caused his eyes to hone back in on Aramis, fixing on whether or not he had his boots on, and then biting back a curse when he realized that he didn't. Undressed feet skimming over stones and sticks, collecting bruises and abrasions without thought.

"And if we try to wake him up..." d'Artagnan began hesitantly. "Are we... are we afraid he'll go batty?"

"I'm more afraid he'll skewer one of us alive," growled Porthos softly. "Or trip in the process at the surprise and stab himself in the eye."

Groping for his own sword, Athos drew it out of his belt and rose to his feet.

"Athos," Porthos cautioned.

"Talking to him works sometimes."

"Rarely, and even when it does, he never makes sense."

"If he thinks to do battle," Athos replied calmly. "There is no reason he should do it alone."

Bracing himself, Porthos slid up the tree till he was standing with the trunk still at his back, watching grimly as Athos strode past him.



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Fill: Defeat of the Bandersnatch (part 2 of 3)

Date: 2014-12-27 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I know I've been gone forever and have nearly no right to show my face around here, but if you'll indulge me anyway - yay, part two!

Also, I'm apparently incapable of writing anything that doesn't turn into angst. :(

*Recognizable phrases are credited to Lewis Carroll, with a shout out to Shakespeare’s Hamlet (Act 1, scene 1). The stylistic device used in the mischmacsh of this fic I will credit to Carroll also. Though this nonsense style was not his invention, he was the master of it in my childhood memory.


Defeat of the Bandersnatch Two


Into the midst of the moon-brightened birch trees, Athos stepped quietly. Silently. Vigilant in the disturbance of the brittle sticks and leaves laid out before his toes.

Nearer the source of battle, the whisper of Aramis’s swordplay took upon itself a new shape, becoming somehow less defined. A myopic consequence complicated further by the way the tangled branches above them swayed. Bending the shadows. Playing tricks with the diluted light as it glanced off old, white tree bark to slither across Aramis’s sword and then banish it again to darkness.

Back by the oak, d’Artagnan’s voice grumbled indecipherably while Porthos murmured a worried hiss. Their discontent nudging contrarily against his shoulder blades.

Athos ignored them both and blinked, tracking the rhythm as Aramis worked to and fro between the trunks—disappearing by haves and then appearing again—a desperate shuffling cadence marking the forest through his bare feet. Of comfort, it was a cadence Athos knew by heart. Long years of familiarity speaking reflexively to his bones, even while the darkness gaped and whatever enemy Aramis was fighting remained invisible.

It was calming, the way the fluency oiled his joints. So calming, Athos felt nearly—nearly—as if he were engaging a friendly spar in the garrison when he finally rounded a trunk and slid his sword up with Aramis’s—letting the blades skim together.

Confronted with contact, Aramis paused. Dark eyes appearing distant and confused as a glint of moonlight lingered on their surface.

Breathing carefully into the stillness, Athos waited to see what would happen, but the quiet didn’t last. Forehead creasing, Aramis circled his blade tightly, bringing Athos’s closer to his body and then sliding it away.

Athos bent with the maneuver easily. Stepping into the parry so that their sleeves touched, easing back with the release, and then sidestepping smoothly to re-catch Aramis’s blade. “Are we fighting, Aramis?” he asked softly.

Another pause. A head tilt. The pose lending Aramis an ethereal countenance.

Cautious, Athos held his breath against the tension between their swords while Aramis’s frown deepened. “Athos?” he whispered.


“Athos?” Aramis sounded afraid, but the confusion lingered only a moment before Aramis’s shoulder twitched and their blades darted against each other again. Quick, muted, steel on steel. Fast and in tandem. Clashing and matching until they ran into another pause.

Opaque and frowning, Aramis stared, chest heaving as though to catch his breath.

“I’m here, Aramis,” Athos spoke gently. “I asked—are we fighting?”

Aramis’s gaze drifted worryingly, scanning into trees. “Yes,” he answered tensely.

“Each other?”

Flinching quietly, the corners of Aramis’s eyes crumpled though the pressure between their blades grew taut. Suddenly, Aramis pressed, rounding up with his parrying dagger to separate his sword from Athos’s and shove away, spinning his whole body in another direction as though to do battle on another front. Stabbing at ghosts in the shadows.

Quickly, Athos followed, pacing Aramis across the clearing, then pivoting to catch up their swords again. “Aramis?”

“Athos,” Aramis repeated desolately, the jump of his working throat visible in the moonlight.

“What is it?”


“I’m here.”

Forgoing the search for phantoms and obscurities, Aramis finally looked up. For a moment their gazes locked together so intensely, so vibrantly, it was as if Aramis were awake. But all too soon, he grimaced, head jolting as the rustling trees caught his attention, eyebrows wrinkling pointedly, and it was plain again that he was someplace else.


“You shouldn’t, Athos,” Aramis cut in, rocking his wrist and leaning to the balls of his feet in wary observance of Athos’s blade. “Crafe, but not here.” His voice lowered seriously. “Dathos—Pathos,” he said, and his chin gave a worried jerk. “Bewatch. The krieve.”

Latently, Athos felt his muscles settle, even as a tingling rose in his spine.

It was always this—the strange language of Aramis’s sleep—that did something to him in ways nothing else associated with Aramis’s night wanderings ever quite managed. Enflaming the worry while breathing life into the cold part Athos’s chest he hadn’t realized could still relish the warmth.

It was the sincerity, perhaps. The open, unguarded confusion.

It ached.

“Bewatch?” Athos prompted thickly.

“Bewatch,” Aramis agreed, his expression resolving into something fierce and wary—the look he often took upon himself when sensing imminent attack. “The bandersnatch will circle from the front. Catch and shun and sought.”

He moved suddenly and Athos followed, catching Aramis’s sword in a low thrust, then squaring his stance to keep them facing each other. “The front?” he pushed.

“Always.” Aramis nodded edgily. “Tridous, from the front.” Without seeming to notice, Aramis shivered and his blade staggered. His eyes strayed, narrowing with confusion into the trees. “Tridous, and we fremble. Quilent in fuego, we go.” “Quilent. Quilent. But I hear it now.”

Athos cleared his throat. “What will circle from the front?”

“The dast, Athos!” Aramis insisted, voice suddenly full volume. “The demast! The demast nalled Bandersnatch.”

Athos flexed, rolling the nonsense over his tongue. Dast and demast and Bandersnatch…

Bander. Leader?

Aramis made a noise. Frustrated. Apprenxious. Athos’s fingers thrummed unsteadily.

“The oscur… the oscur… the warther. The warther!” Sinking into a halting voice, Aramis cocked his head and squinted, the exaggerated way he did when trying to call up a memory while drunk. “Bandersnatch. Bander… claps and gapers.” After a moment he huffed as though defeated. With a heavy breath, he clanged his blade artlessly against Athos’s then stepped back in a soft retreat. “Vorpal. Uffish. Don’t you hear it?”

Lowering his sword just slightly, Athos watched him and waited, feeling his ears prick despite himself. Tensing and listening as a stray draft soughed through the trees. Wind warbling the innocuous sound into the low and far away holler of some unknown beast…

“I don’t hear it,” he lied, focusing on the exhaustion in Aramis’s muscles and the loose way he held his sword.

“I hear it,” Aramis whispered.

Sheathing his parrying dagger slowly, Athos spread his empty fingers and took a cautious forward step. “The warther, you said? What is it? Aramis, I can help if you tell me what it is.”

Abruptly Aramis scowled, anger alighting on his features as his blade came up.

Athos stopped, palm out.

“The warther reeds for the Bandersnatch.,” Aramis said angrily. “For the bandersnatch, the wath is rended.” Snappishly, he lunged, tangling their blades with a force he hadn’t used previously. “Pathos!” he growled. “For Pathos. Dathos. Athos!” Then just as suddenly, he slunk back, dropping his guard and showing his side to Athos’s blade. “For deos. But I…” his voice dipped as it trailed, becoming calm and subdued while Athos’s heart still thundered.

“We’re soldiers. We’re soldiers, Athos—“ Aramis shook his head and gestured round about. “In the toves, were we. In the toves we are again.” His sword faltered, the hand with his parrying dagger hanging limply at his side, fingers loose. “Sheeted dead. They squeak and gibber. Cloaked—“ he blinked, and his face creased, something like grief rising to join the moonlit paleness, “—but I can see them. No lines. No veil. Not for me.” He waved his dagger towards the trees. "Not for me."

Athos felt a lump rising in his throat. “Ara—”

“Cruold and gwallow.” Aramis took a breath, dark and shuddery. Then suddenly, clear as day and staring Athos in the eye—“I did not abandon my post.”

“No,” agreed Athos, with a sincerity so strong and quick it locked up his lungs. “Of course not. You never would.” He took a deep breath to break the cage of his ribs and stepped forward, nodding towards the trees. “The bandersnatch lies dead, Aramis. Your sword was true. You struck it down. Rest now and lower your guard. It is defeated.”

Aramis turned wearily, scanning the ground. “Defeated. Dead. Why then does it thriver?”

Athos stared at the ground, the blanket of leaves rustling in a sudden, gentle breeze. A swirl of sound and shape accompanied it, like the death rattle from a company of corpses on a battlefield. His throat closed. “It doesn’t… thriver,” he assured, swallowing in the bale of moonlight and staring as the leaves became dormant and flat. “It doesn’t thriver.”

“The dast thrivers, Athos,” Aramis contradicted tiredly, sounding defeated, sounding like he wanted Athos to stop humoring him. “The demast always thrivers.” But his sword lowered, and though his eyes were anguished, he suddenly looked hopeful, like a child. “Is it truly dead? Will it return?”

Dropping his own sword entirely, Athos stepped into his space and clutched him, too tightly probably, hands to his shoulders.

Aramis stared at their boots, then blinked. Releasing his dagger, he cupped his hand to the side of Athos’s face, looking him in the eye. “I wish it would stay dead. For you, my brother, I wish it would. You deserve such mercy, above all. I wish I… “ Looking down, he breathed, choked. “I wish.”

Athos dug his fingers in, wishing that pressure alone would be enough to wake him, to keep him from the demons in his mind, but it never was, not when he was like this.

Abruptly, Aramis drooped. Athos caught him under his arms just in time to keep the descent to their knees gentle. Aramis’s forehead slumped shakily onto Athos’s shoulder while his lungs shuddered unevenly.

Seized by some absurd and desperate fondness, Athos dug a hand into his hair. Twisting his fingers into the strands and trying to bring his own breathing under control. It hurt, the way his heart suddenly ached so sharply.

“It’s dead,” he whispered into Aramis’s ear, not sure anymore that he could even be heard. “It’s dead.” He exhaled slowly, shaking the tremble from his lungs.

When he looked up, Porthos was there. And d’Artagnan. No humor on their faces.

“Aramis,” mumbled Athos, keeping his eyes locked with Porthos’s as he jostled him. “Aramis?”

Aramis remained limp against him, the smooth flutter of his lungs easing into something disconcertingly even and unaware. Athos cleared his throat. “Let’s get him back,” he ordered.

“Yeah.” Porthos knelt, splaying a hand over the base of Aramis’s spine. “Yeah, let’s get him back.”

Looking unsettled, d’Artagnan followed.



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OT3/OT4 sub/dom dynamics size kink, sex toys

Date: 2014-04-13 06:24 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Established OT3 (though perhaps fairly recent), with Aramis desperate to be fucked by Porthos and convinced he can handle it, but Porthos is reluctant because of the size of his cock and because he doesn't think he'll be able to hold back once he finally gets to have Aramis. Athos proposes take solution - using sex toys of increasing size over a number of nights to prepare him. I'd love it if one night d'Artagnan interrupts them, and they invite him to stay and help. I'd like it to end with Aramis getting roughly fucked by Porthos, being grateful for the sex toys because it's a struggle, Athos and d'Artagnan can hold his arms and soothe him. Bonus points for Aramis whimpering, Athos telling him to 'take it', d'Artagnan getting his cock sucked by a fucked out Aramis, with Athos instructing. Some d'Artagnan pov would be the icing on the cake.

Re: OT3/OT4 sub/dom dynamics size kink, sex toys

Date: 2014-04-13 06:35 am (UTC)
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Seconded! Wow, this is hot. Somebody please fill this!

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Date: 2014-04-13 06:44 am (UTC)
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somebody please write something for this!!!

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Date: 2014-04-13 12:03 pm (UTC)
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I second eny prompt which has a thoroughly worked up Aramis like in your prompt :D

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sex with strangers, voyeurism Porthos/Aramis

Date: 2014-04-13 06:43 am (UTC)
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Porthos gets turned on by watching Aramis getting fucked by a stranger (l know that would be unbelievably risky given the time, but since this is fanfic...)

I'd like Porthos sat in the corner of the room asking Aramis to describe exactly how it feels. Porthos' pov preferred. Would also like it if he possessively fucks Aramis after.

Re: sex with strangers, voyeurism Porthos/Aramis

Date: 2014-04-13 08:25 am (UTC)
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Writing a fill for this!

warnings for above fill:rough sex; stranger sex; voyeurism

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Weird dream last night.

Porthos was fucking Aramis in his quarters when Athos walked in to tell them some information about a future mission (I think). He didn’t blink an eye at the two on the bed, and they didn’t stop. Athos just got himself some wine and continued to talk.

But it wasn’t the case that they were all lovers. It just that no one was embarrassed about the situation or cared.

So. 5 times Athos walked in on Aramis and Porthos having sexy time and the one time one of they accidently returned the favour.

Can pair Athos with anyone but Aramis or Porthos. While I normally love OT3, for some reason my head just knew they were not a thing in this dream and would not become one either.

d'Artagnan spots Milady's portrait in 103

Date: 2014-04-13 01:16 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So I was watching 103 again, and assuming that the vandalized portrait in the hall was of Milady, how would things have played out differently had d'Artagnan simply let his curiosity get the better of him and lifted the canvas flap and realized he recognized the woman in the painting? Or maybe he caught sight of the portrait when they first entered the house, before Athos got the chance to take a sword to it (because that's what I assume happened)?

tl;dr - d'Artagnan spots Milady's portrait in 103 and begins making a connection (while Athos angsts prettily).

GEN: Athos + languages

Date: 2014-04-13 02:34 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Having a bit of a language kink, and seeing as Athos (as the son of a nobleman) most likely received a good education growing up, I'd love a fic where Athos uses his knowledge of Latin/English/whathaveyou to solve a case/save the day/whatever anon thinks best.

Re: GEN: Athos + languages

Date: 2014-04-13 06:00 pm (UTC)
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*files that under: things I reaaaally need*

Athos the babe magent [crack]

Date: 2014-04-13 04:14 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
After his first meeting with her d'Artagnan called Milady the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and in 1x07 King Louis commented on Ninon's beauty. Milady and Ninon's other common denominator? Their attraction to Athos.

So let's have some crack in which beautiful, rich, intelligent women find themselves irresistibly drawn to Athos (possibly because he's so brooding and ~mysterious~ and unwilling to ever return their feelings). Porthos is of course oblivious to it all ("flirting?! Bah, look how closely she clings to him - she clearly hates him!"), while d'Artagnan finds the whole thing very amusing, and Aramis grows more annoyed by the minute because he's the romantic, darnit!


Date: 2014-04-19 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
AU in which milady's past is never revealed and the only thing coming between the comte and comtesse de la fere is how they both secretly want to bang their new employee, a young man named d'artagnan

they 'fess up, work it out, and proceed to seduce the fuck out of him

+for playing up the experience gap between athos/milady and d'artagnan
++for enthusiastic d'artagnan

Female Soldier / Athos

Date: 2014-04-23 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Athos falling for a young female soldier who is just as good or better with a sword than he is.

Date: 2014-05-26 11:43 am (UTC)
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Someone needs to fill this now!!! Please

Date: 2014-06-02 05:29 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
THIS IS WONDERFUL. My favorite bit was at the end, when D'Art's cooking was praised. Spontaneous compliments are better than fine wine.


Date: 2014-06-02 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
When Marsac teases Constance, it's her husband who find them, not d'Artagnan. Bonacieux wants his death or punishment (he wants him beaten or whipped on public) at least, Aramis tells him he'll take that punishment for Marsac and Bonacieux agrees. (It's a bigger shame for Musketeers and Aramis doesn't want to others find out about Marsac.)

Athos, Porthos, d'Artagnan and Treville are really - really - mad.

Humorous/Dangerous Porthos

Date: 2014-06-27 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Alright, I've clearly been spending too much time on the BBC website today, but...

The BBC website tells us that "Porthos has a lively sense of humor but is not a man to cross."

I'd love a 3+1 -- Three times Porthos showed his awesome sense of humor, and one time it became very clear that he was not a man to cross (for this last one, maybe a bonus if someone his done something to threaten or cause harm to Athos, Aramis & d'Artagnan) and realizes that oh shit, they're screwed, because Porthos rather takes exception to that.

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Sorry, wrong thread - feel free to delete, Mod.

Seriously, I have no idea how this showed up here. I swear I wasn't even clicked on this thread.

Diabetic d'Artagnan!

Date: 2015-08-13 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Im a type one diabetic, and was diagnosed at the age of 15, i know how sh*tty it can be and the struggles people like me face. But on the bright side, it means I'd really really really love a d'art/Athos fic with a diabetic d'Art! I want sick d'Artagnan in denial (as was I!) and a loving but worried Athos! Bonus points if it gets really bad, and d'Arts all incoherent! It'll probs have to be a modern au, unless u wanna kill d'art off!!! (*whispers* please don't) Please fill!!! Have had a pretty crappy week with my diabetes and need some d'art hurt! Love ya all!!!



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