#anon thank you for your GRACIOUS patience

[ofsavior]

Why do I need to pick a singular detail? I love a lot about your writing. You have constantly pushed me to grow as a writer. You really capture the essence of your muses in what you write. I can always hear them speaking when I read your writing, be it a reply to me or something else. Your writing is clean, but has evolved and become more elevated over the years. You can tell that you're working to hone your craft and develop yourself as a writer. I love that you test out and try different muses, even if you're not sure they're going to stick. You put love and care into the headcanons you write and then you incorporate those into your writing. You don't just have them for the sake of having them.

I mean, it's no secret I adore your writing. You're someone I tend to reply to faster and there's a reason for that. You have a way of making it easy to reply to you. Your writing is great, but also approachable. In my time I've seen so much purple prose and people throwing out a thesaurus soup of replies, but you've never done that. You've known your writing didn't need that and never used it as a crutch. That's a sign of a great and confident writer.

I love everything about your writing, Madi. If you were to ever write a book, I better get an ARC.

favorite thing about my writing! || anonymous.

I hold this ask gently. To say I'm touched is an understatement because I'm so??? Wow. I mean, thank you. To start, a very gracious thank you. This ask was so kind and thoughtful. I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have committed writing partners. There are quite a few of you out there who have seen me change styles and grown as a writer over literal years. Some of you for nearing or even over a decade. I guess that speaks a lot in its own right when I think about it, and I'm eternally grateful to have a space where I share so many ideas with so many incredibly people.

I adore your writing, too, for the record. Every word of it. You, dear 'anon,' are a source of inspiration to me. So thank you for your patience, for your time, and for the years. I wouldn't have shaped my craft without someone like you to help me grow either. That kind of synergy goes both ways, y'know?

We're in it for the long run. If ya know, ya know.

So whenever YOU become a famous author someday, you can include me in the credits, er acknowledgements. Whatever special page dedication I can get (❁´◡`❁)

But if you think you won't be my novel beta tester, you're wrong.

#( ooc. answered ) #supreme lean meme machine ( ooc. )

[susiecarter]

How is Susie doing these days? Are you good?

<333 Leaping backwards past quite a few kind, lovely asks I hope to get to sometime in June (/o\) to answer this one very quickly: I'm doing wonderfully, which is to say that I'm up to my neck but in the best possible way! Surprising possibly no one except me :'D my Superbat Reverse Bang is expanding more and more the further I get into the draft, but I'm hacking away at it and still so incredibly in love with the idea, I can't even handle it. I cannot WAIT to post it ... but also I'm very glad that SRB posting has been pushed to later in June, because I needed the extra time for MORE WORDS very badly indeed.

So! I am doing good, I am well, my family is well, and I am furiously writing many, many words of fic I hope you're going to enjoy very much, anon—I'm just not going to be posting any of them for another month or so. AND all my deepest apologies to the kind, gracious, patient people who've left me asks, comments, and comment replies that I've been frantically ignoring so I can continue hammering this draft into shape. /o\ I LOVE YOU GUYS, YOU'RE GREAT AND YOU SHOULD FEEL GREAT, AND I'LL GET CAUGHT UP ON EVERYTHING IN JUNE, I SWEAR. Thank you for the ask, anon, and for your patience, too, and I hope you're doing great and about to have a fantastic summer! ♥ ♥ ♥

#asks #asks:anonymous #susie is so unbelievably terrible at estimating how long anything will be #it's downright farcical at this point #f a r c i c a l ;-;

[fierreth-who]

hi ! <3 i’ve been seeing what’s happening w your crush. her response was very gracious, that’s wonderful. i have a crush myself, one that i’ve told- not as blatantly, well, tbh, i have no idea how it came across, bc subconsciously i was being a *little* indirect, the poem i made for them a bit ago probably indirectly told them more-

but point is, i understand where you’re coming from. especially when you care about them, and they know you, but they don’t like know know you. but i just wanted to say- i’m glad he was so kind and isn’t changing his attitude towards you; just think, if she hasn’t changed any feelings towards you, and wanna be a good friend even more, apologized for his mistakes, you have nothing to worry about.

just respond like you would <3 idk all the particulars other than from your posts, but go/respond with your heart, you know? that probably sounds like lame advice, but- give yourself patience in responding, as much as you can.

the best responses to things like that come from naturally occurring thoughts & feelings, and since you already think a lot of her, you will have an easier time responding than you think. the nerves rn are probably super crazy, it’s a rush like no other when you finally tell someone about your crush on them, haha.

but trust in yourself and your words. the same person who managed to confess to him in the first place, after all, was you. i believe in you <33

Anon this is like- the sweetest ask ever I- 🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

and no it isn’t a lame advice, I like it and I will use it!

thank you so much anon! You might not know this but you just helped me tons-

#—from; anon lovelies #save save save #save

[pastryfriend]

Your anxiety won't ruin your relationship with your patient partner because you're not turning your anxiety into insecurity into boundaries into rules into demands. You gotta stop yourself early on the slope lest it becomes too slippery. Embrace your partner with kindness even while your anxieties are triggered and they will have patience in leaps and bounds.

Lovely anon, thank you for taking the time to write this 🥺 I'm really touched, and I wholeheartedly agree with you - anticipatory anxiety is such a slippery slope. I'm very lucky to have a gracious and patient partner! Thank you for this, your kind words are a treasure.

#messages #anon #genuinely the highlight of my day this is #❤️

[karelysse]

idk if this is an unpopular opinion, but i always thought that the fact that javi would go back-and-forth when talking about how close he and yuzuru were was more compelling than annoying?

like i know some fans thought it was kinda :/ that he’d say ‘we’re not friends’ one day and then ‘we’re closer than blood brothers’ the next (and i totally see where they’re coming from), but imo that makes a weird sort of sense? how else do describe a relationship where you don’t have a ‘traditional’ friendship (i.e. you really only hang out ‘on ice’ — at practice, at comps, at galas, and ice shows) but also you have a shared sense of camaraderie because you’re in the metaphorical trenches together? even if you may not be fighting the same battles, they are at the very least adjacent to each other?

if anything i think it just goes to show that javi has like. chronic foot-in-mouth syndrome and can’t articulate his thoughts well lmao. or maybe he’s just an asshole! i don’t know this man personally! but idk i always found the nuances of their relationship (and the way they talk about it) to be interesting, and i think it’s more fun to not take things too seriously and just like. vibe.

this!!!! i 100% am on your side for this anon!!!! the inconsistencies are part of the charm. it's cause it's complex that it seems real(er than other public FS friendships). people aren't perfect, javi certainly isn't, and (not trying to get lynched here but) yuzu probably isn't either. i do think javi has a notable tendency to speak too much and should just... shut up sometimes (all in love), but also think that if the public commentaries are so inconsistent, it could be because

1. all discourse and speech vary depending on factors both internal and external. how does a person feel that day, who they're talking to, in what context, what happened right before and right after, etc. this is super basic but i feel like people spend too much time on the internet and forget about it smh.

2. this is speculation, but - here's just an opinion - I do think that if we aren't sure, while listening to javi, of where they both stand with each other, it's maybe because javi himself probably isn't sure either. we all have those people in our life we can't quite seem to fully connect with, despite circumstances, despite our best efforts, there's always this uncertainty, this hardship with open communication, and i do believe few are the ones who can call yuzuru hanyu their friend and be sure that it's fully reciprocated. i remember reading this published article when i first got into yzvr, and it was all javi quotes about yuzu and their relationship -- the only quote that was included from yuzu was something like "Because I lost last year to him, I feel like I have to take revenge". like????? would you call this guy your friend???? i wouldn't????

the back-and-forth, the push-and-pull, the complexity, the awkwardness, the saying-dumb-stuff-and-regretting-it, the saying-sappy-stuff-and-regretting-it-even-more are just. quite fun imo to witness as a bystander! because it's what it's like being human!!!!!!

#yuzuvier #and so. #HERE IM GONNA SAY IT. i think javier fernandez has been way too gracious with his comments on yuzuru for years now #so yall know very clearly where i stan - and im not a javi fan!!!! im a fanyu!!!!!!!! so hear me out!!!!!!!!! #imagine being a top skater and receiving so many questions concerning your no1 rival and being kind and generous with your answer EACH TIME #and said rival doesn't get asked about you at all -- to the point where even he notices and points it out in an olympic press con #the patience you gotta have. i - personally - would have started throwing fists #yuzuru himself couldn't stand people chanting /javi/javi/javi while waiting for his scores and was open about it. #he said he wanted all the attention on him. imagine JAVI saying that? he would have been KILLED. #anyways. have a lot more to say about that but that's enough for now don't wanna bore everyone to death either #ask #asks #thank you so much for this ask anon it was absolutely lovely reading your thoughts and i'm glad we agree on this!!!! #tell me if you think about anything else!!!

[sitp-recs]

I just finished reading ‘Criminal’ and ‘Tis’ a far better thing’ and I absolutely love posh and fashion-forward Draco. Can you please tell me any fics that are similar? Thanks!

Hi anon! I’m loving the appreciation party for the amazing @the-sinking-ship, those fics are gold! Posh and fashionista Draco is such a delight. I personally love these, and strongly recommend checking dustmouth’s artwork for Draco’s superior wizarding fashion choices!!

The Legendary House of Gucci by @peachpety (2020, M, 700 words)

Draco purchases a designer jumper that quite possibly has magical powers.

It's Called Fashion, Potter by @peachpety (2021, E, 2k)

Draco Malfoy is not above utilizing every weapon in his closet arsenal to acquire his heart’s desire. Harry Potter is not above falling victim to the power of a sharp dressed man.

Burning Down the House by @peachpety (2021, M, 4k)

Harry is happy as editor-in-chief of The Quibbler. From planning to printing, design to deadlines, he enjoys being in the hot seat. And after vanquishing Voldemort, managing fires is an easy part of the job. Until his scorching crush on his impeccably dressed fashion editor flares out of control, and he's forced to face actual fires.

Dapper by @writcraft (2016, E, 4k)

Draco starts wearing Muggle suits and Harry’s definitely losing his mind.

dress your family in by @bonesliketambourines (2020, T, 5k)

Draco is a gracious gift recipient- anyone could tell you that. But what's a boy to do when his new boyfriend insists on only patronizing the- shudder- noveau fashion houses? Gifts will be given, patience will be tested, and nothing of real substance will occur.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by Tessa Crowley (2017, E, 10k)

Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he's wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can't.

Haute Allure by @lol-zeitgeistic (2014, E, 12k)

Harry is famous for his menswear now. Malfoy is the inside leg that he loves running his tape measure up.

Party of Two by fireflavored (2012, E, 13k)

Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.

Shine, Even in the Darkness by raitala (2014, E, 41k)

Harry hasn’t seen Draco for over fifteen years, but now he’s showing up everywhere and Harry is sort of weirdly attracted to him, but that can’t be right?

Super Rich Kids by trishjames (2020, E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #fashionista draco

[secretsolarsystem]

Abo padawans And/or 5+1 anakin’s name!!! Also your Batman au gives me so much life! I adore it! Anakin as Vader/Batman is literally so perfect and fitting! Can’t wait for the next chapter !!!

thank you so much!!! <3 I hope to get started on the next chapter and have it up soon, it's gonna be a wild one :)))

(from this wip game)

I first posted about 5+1 Anakin's name a million years ago here and then did a little update that includes the premise of a/b/o padawans here, but I refuse to once again use the excuse of "I dOn'T hAvE a sNiPpeT wRitTen" so I wrote up some snippets for both just for you anon!!! I wrote them very quickly so hopefully they're coherent and enjoyable hehe

5+1 Anakin’s name (~400 words)

3. “darling”

Their first and current round had been going on for nearly thirty minutes, and it made Anakin feel quite pleased with himself. Not only was his mastery of the Force clearly on display, but so was Ahsoka’s – and who was responsible for the padawan’s mastery of the Force? Her master. And who was her master? One smug Anakin Skywalker.

“You’re looking awfully tired there, Master,” Ahsoka said as Anakin slowly hovered the pot over to her side of the common area of Obi-Wan’s rooms. “You sure you can get that little pot all the way over here?”

Scoffing, Anakin cocked his hip as he held the plant in the air just in front of his padawan, refusing to let go until he was absolutely sure Ahsoka had it. He’d lost this game too often due to an, “It’s not my fault you assumed I had it. You’re still technically the one who dropped it, so I guess I win.”

“Maybe I am getting tired,” he said dryly. “Maybe I’ll lose control and fling the thing right into your head.”

“Master-!” Ahsoka yelled indignantly, stifling her laughter as she reached out her hands, taking over control of the small floating pot. She tried to pull it towards herself, but felt a tug from Anakin, who raised an untrusting eyebrow at her. “I’ve got it, Master,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

Believing her based solely on the way her white markings frowned in concentration, Anakin relinquished his hold on the pot, only to watch it float for a moment before dropping and shattering to the floor. “Kark!” Ahsoka yelped, jumping back from the broken pot. “Ah, kriff,” she said morosely, pouting down at the mess.

Obi-Wan’s snap of, “Language, young one,” was drowned out by Anakin’s loud cheer of victory.

“‘I got it, Master,’” Anakin teased, smiling widely and putting his hands on his hips. “That’s 1-0, Snips.”

“I know,” she grumbled, looking over at Obi-Wan. “Sorry, Master Kenobi. I’ll clean it up.”

Setting his datapad down on his lap, Obi-Wan gave her an understanding smile. “Not to worry, Ahsoka. Darling, could you show her where the broom is?”

“Only because I’m such a gracious winner,” Anakin sighed dramatically, waving Ahsoka over towards the small closet. She didn’t move to follow, though; instead, she stood there smiling amusedly, markings raised as she leveled Anakin with a look. “What?” he pressed, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“Darling?” she drawled, flicking her eyes between Obi-Wan and Anakin.

Anakin and Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped to each other’s in alarm. Shit.

a/b/o padawans (~500 words)

Dooku stuck his chest out proudly, smirking at his former padawan. “I have come to tell you the good news,” he said, nose turned up in the air. Anakin had no idea how Qui-Gon had put up with having the man as a master, and no idea how Obi-Wan currently endured it.

Based on the neutral glare Qui-Gon leveled at the older man, the answer was extreme amounts of patience. “Let me guess – Master Yoda took a swipe at you with his cane and you finally figured out you just have to hop to dodge it?” Anakin snickered beside him, earning a side glance and amused smile from his master. “It’s about time, Master Dooku.”

“If only you used the skills you gained under my guidance to do anything of significance, Qui-Gon,” the alpha growled, throwing a sneer Anakin’s way for good measure. Squaring his shoulders, Dooku composed himself once more and raised a brow into an arrogant arch. “My apprentice presented.” He sounded like he’d been waiting all day to brag about it.

“Really? Obi-Wan presented?” Anakin asked, perking up and looking behind his friend’s master with searching eyes. “Where is he?”

“He presented only two days ago,” Dooku said, curling his lip and rolling his eyes at Anakin’s question.

Qui-Gon placed a gentle hand on Anakin’s shoulder, drawing his eyes to his master. “Padawan Kenobi has surely endured a grueling twenty-four hours, as is typical with presenting,” he explained.

Biting his lip, Anakin nodded and worried at his padawan braid. He hoped Obi-Wan was okay; ‘endured’ and ‘grueling’ were less than comforting words. Anakin had heard that presenting as an alpha meant going into rut and into heat for omegas, but seeing as he had never experienced either, he had no idea how draining it would be to experience either for a whole day, especially for the first time.

He also couldn’t help but feel anxious dread settle deep in his gut. Obi-Wan presented, and had finished his first rut or heat. He could choose to share his next one with another Jedi if he wanted, according to the Code; he could ask another Jedi to help him through it and everything that entailed.

It also made unjustified anger and jealous swell inside of Anakin at this hypothetical Jedi. No one was worthy of seeing Obi-Wan in such a vulnerable state; no one cared about him enough to properly share such an experience with him. No one but Anakin.

(As a friend, of course. A platonic, unattached friend.)

The kicker was, Anakin had yet to present and had no idea when it would happen. He could only hope it would happen before Obi-Wan’s next cycle and that if Obi-Wan did enlist someone’s help, he’d turn to Anakin.

(Because they were best friends, and that’s what friends do: help each other. Whether it be finding the other’s lightsaber before their master found out they lost it, or fucking them through their monthly biological need to breed or be bred.

Totally normal things friends do all the time, and no two people were better friends than Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi.)

#hopefully my wips will start to see the light of day once the batman au is finished #writing in little spurts like this isn't how i usually do it (that's why I have like zero snippets for any of them) #but it's really fun to get the ball rolling! :D #thank you for sending this in <33333 #obikin #ask #my writing

[if-mirrormine]

some people are taking this fun pet thing VERY seriously; and, im ngl, if i was you, id be weak at fighting off the urge of being annoyed and telling people to "touch some grass" in the tags. it's one thing to vocally be all "MY TEAM IS THE BEST TEAM", but its another to be all "that team is the WORST" like are you alright, bruh?? you're getting a lot of negative emotions attached to a poll thats meant to just be a bit of fun

which is just a very round-about way to (clumsily) try to compliment you. both in the sense of "wow, people are already THIS attached to your game?? nice job!!" and in a "you are so very strong, my patience would be thinning so hard" (while also nudging to the fanbase to please be more polite and gracious). i already finished with my vote/s and whatever happens, happens; ill be happy with whatever name is picked, im glad we get a pet and a cat of all things isnt a bad choice. thanks for adjusting your story for us to be able to have this fun round of polls, after seeing us have so much fun with the idea in your inbox. you didnt have to do that and it was super cool of you to go out of your way like this. and, considering you could have given us a pet you decided all the details on, it was a really sweet idea that you wanted us to get the privilege of having more of a hand on the pet's creation after accidentally setting off its existance. you owe us nothing, and giving us free access (to the demo if nothing else) to a project youve worked so hard on of yours is a gift in of itself. doing this in addition, every part of this, is above and beyond. i jope everyone drops a thank you in your inbox, but if not, i at least will: thank you so much for that. and for everything else too. this has been fun ♡

you're very sweet anon, thank you!! i like including you guys in stuff like this and i plan to do so again in the future, it's (mostly) nice to see you all get so passionate about this kinda stuff, makes me special :)

#i guess it helps that im a pretty patient person lol #ily anon #super duper big mwah #message received☎️ #anonymous

[stargazer-balladeer]

Songwriter Reader [Phantom Thieves]

anon: ik u got so many p5 asks but um what about the phantom thieves with a songwriter reader? like reader plays piano and sings an orginal; the other thieves definitely KNOW who it is for. It depends if *target* will get it instantly, turn into tomato, or dense and need a forehead flick 👉👈

Characters Included: Akira Kurusu, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Niijima, Haru Okumura, Futaba Sakura & Goro Akechi

Note: Don’t worry love, you can request p5 over and over again. No need to be shy :) I’m also very creative with the title :)))) (note: sarcasm). Hope ya’ll enjoy this!!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: None

Akira Kurusu

-Oh, he knows the song you are playing is for him. He has the smuggest look on his face. But this boi is so proud of you and is falling deeper in love with you. 

-He loves how you can compose a song, play a piano and sing. He is in-love with your voice though, he thinks Kamisama (God) has given him an angel in disguise. 

-He’s so supportive of you that he cheers you on if you want to make a career out of this. He’ll be there when you need a shoulder to cry if someone (mainly your parents or the adults) criticize your future. He’ll comfort you as he whisper comforting words in your ear. He’s not allowed to pick fights since he’s under Probation ;-; poor bby boi

-He might help you in composing some songs, but don’t expect much. He’s not really a newbie in the Music Department but he’s not in your level, yet. If you’re willing to teach him how to play piano, he’ll be elated. 

-It was a Talent Show in Shujin Academy when you suddenly show up on stage with a nervous smile on your face. He was shook. Why was his s/o there? Don’t they have stage fright?

-It isn’t until you play your first note in the piano when he relax himself, but he was astounded when you started to sing as well! He was surprised yet proud of you at the same time.

-When you finish, he’ll run to you going downstairs and pick you up and spin you around in pure happiness. He doesn’t care if everyone’s watching as he kiss you in the lips, you either super embarrassed or flattered at his action. 

-Hey, atleast the whole school knows that you belong to him :)

Ryuji Sakamoto

-He’s confused yet proud that you can compose, play and sing. I can see him being oblivious to the fact that the song is about him. Because he’s not really paying attention to what you’re singing, he’s just watching your figure in amazement. Yeah, someone may need to snap him out or else he’s drooling at the sight.

-Like Akira, he loves how talented you are (sanaol). He full-on support you if you want to make a career out of this. If he ever finds out someone is criticizing you, he’ll pick a fight with them. But if its either your parents or adults who criticize you, he’ll be so mad but do nothing. He’s still just a teenager, he don’t want to end up in jail!

-Don’t expect him to help you though, he has no music abilities whatsoever. He might help you when it comes to writing lyrics, but other than that? Just.. no.

-If you stand on stage with your music notes and piano, he’ll be that guy who cheers the loudest for you. But when you start to play, he’ll shush anyone who’s making a sound. 

-He didn’t get what the lyrics has since he wasn’t listening but the melody was good! He’ll congratulate you but when he notices you being pouty, he’ll be hella confused. What did I do?

-Just flick his forehead and explain to him what you sang about, and you’ll have a apple-faced Ryuji :)

Ann Takamaki

-I believe she knew that the song was meant for her, but is still unsure. Please tell this bby girl that the song was meant for her because she might not look like it, but she’s insecure. But when she realize its for her, she’ll have a big and happy smile on her face.

-She’s proud that she has a s/o that is so talented. Be prepared for her countless compliments towards you. If you ever feel insecure about your talented abilities, don’t worry! She’s already here by your side, complimenting you left and right. You can’t help but believe her though, I mean, how could she lie with a face like that?!

-I can totally see Ann knows how to play an instrument, hopefully a violin so you two can play together and have loads of fun! But if she plays something else, like recorder or flute, then you two can still play together. 

-She’s supportive towards you, telling you to believe in your dreams and don’t let other people get in the way in achieving your dream. But if she sees you crying because someone is criticizing you, you bet your ass that she’s ready to fight them. No one says that to her s/o without getting away!

-Ann wants to burst into tears when you started to play and sing at the same time, she was already beyond surprise when you appeared on stage, but when you started to play? She just wants to cry because because she’s being too emotional. Makoto has to calm her down as the others sweatdropped.

-Everyone basically knew it is directed to Ann, which made her giddy and embarrassed at the same tme. She’s so proud of you that after your performance, she drags you to spoil you.

Yusuke Kitagawa

-DENSE AS A ROCK :) Like everyone knew it was for him, but he sits there, listening to the music with a content smile on his face. He doesn’t know that the lyrics was for him really :( Poor bby.

-”That was a magnificently beautiful performance you had!”

-”Yeah! And the lyrics is about you!”

-”...”

-”...”

-”... eXCUSE ME?!”

-He’s very proud that you have something you are passionate about and enjoys listening to your music while he’s painting. He’s glad to have a s/o that is passionate about the art of music. If you want, he can teach you how to paint and you teach him how to play piano.

-He’s interested in learning to play since he believes that if he’s passionate enough, he can learn how to play the piano. I think he’s also interested learning how to compose a song, probably composing a song immediately after you teaching him how.

-He’s also supportive if you want to make a career out of it, because it’s also how he feels with his artistic skills. If someone criticize you, he would be so angry that he goes into a rant about how beautiful your music is and how disrespectful that person is towards you, regardless if its an adult or a parent. He also doesn’t like people using you for their benefit so he shy you away from people like those, who were “seeking talentful people”. Yeah, no thanks.

-He’ll be surprised to see you standing on stage though, and watching you play and sing so animatedly amaze him to no end. Futaba would probably tease him because of his awestruck look on his face while they watch you play. 

-Once you finish, you can bet that he will run up to you and rant about how gracious and beautiful your performance was. He wouldn’t realize the lyrics were meant for him until you told him. He became a happy boi after that :D

Makoto Niijima

-She knows that the song was meant for her but she doesn’t know whether to be embarrassed or flattered by it. But she’s so proud of you that she can’t find the big smile on her face, despite her embarrassment. When she walks up to you, her face was so red that she fumbles her words around. Please pull her into a hug and she’ll calm down :)

-She’s proud that your gifted in the music department, and will help you if you need some help. Yes, I can imagine Makoto being good at music, mainly violin or piano as well. You two can play together in the piano as you sing.

-She helps in composing some songs, adding or switching some words here and there. It also helps her relieve some stress as she hears you playing the piano. Sae is also thankful for you if you ever play in their house.

-Makoto is supportive of you, of course. If you want to pursue being a pianist or a singer, she’ll be your cheerleader. But if someone criticize you, she’ll tell them off before telling you off as well to stand up for yourself. 

-Makoto almost had an heart attack when she saw you on-stage. Like no joke. She’s sweating and pale white, she’s nervous than you were -_-’ But she means well. 

-When you started playing though, she knew instantly that this song you composed was directed at her. She was blushing all throughout your performance. She’s still blushing even when she’s coming near you. Please hug your mommy ;-;

Haru Okumura

-Another girl who instantly can tell that the song you’re playing is for her, but instead of being embarrassed, she’s flattered as she hums along your song. This girl also has no shame in declaring her love for you as she pecks your lips after your performance, watching as your face burst in red while giggling softly.

-This girl has some skills in music as well since her father wants for her to be a perfectionist, and it comes with her training since it requires patience and grace. She can totally play the violin, imagine Kaori and Kousei from Your Lie In April (without the dying part whOOPS--), that’s you two.

-She’s so helpful whenever you suddenly got music block and couldn’t find any inspiration to make music. She’ll drag you outside so that you could be inspired. She even helps you in composing some music, I swear this girl knows so much than you -_-’

-Haru’s also very supportive towards her s/o’s dream in pursuing music as their career and would help them make their dream a reality. If someone criticize your choices, Haru would just pull you away from them. She doesn’t like dealing those who criticize other’s ideals, it’s best to just walk away.

-She would be so surprised when she sees you on stage, she cheers the loudest for you. When you began to play, she listens intently, not wanting to miss anything you do. It’s almost scary for the group as they watch Haru watching you intently with a easy-going smile on her face.

-You bet that she’ll give you a bouquet of flowers (don’t ask where they came from though) and lots of kisses from Haru :D

Futaba Sakura

-The only music she knows is Vocaloid and Anime Openings and Endings. She actually finds classical music to be boring, but when it comes to you, she’ll be excited to hear it. Be proud that you’re an exception :D (if ever you play classical music though)

-Futaba wouldn’t know that the music was directed to her until someone pointed it out or she hears her name in the lyrics, then she’ll be beet red at once (much to the amusement of the group). Futaba would be so shy that it would take time for her to come up to you and congratulate you. So you need to be the one who approach her in this scenario.

-She has little to no idea about composing music like you do. But she’s willing to learn about it, as long as she can see that happy smile on your face. Be aware that it takes patience to teach though, since she can throw a tantrum or two if she doesn’t get it.

-Futaba’s also supportive (I think all of them do, lol) about wanting your hobby to turn into career and cheers you on. She may or may not have also upload a video of you playing piano and singing in YouTube :) If she hears any criticism (DANCE SO HARD THAT IM CAUSING A SENSATION-- *slap*), she’ll hack into their phone and practically make it die and unusable :)

-Futaba practically lets out a shriek when she saw you on-stage, which made her embarrassed since people are starting to look at her. She shrunk into her seat as she watches you in wonder as you take a seat and began playing. The song was relaxing for her as she started to enjoy it.

-it isn’t until Akira (her big bro) tease her about her s/o singing about her. Futaba’s face turned even more red in realization as she buries her face into her hands, wanting to disappear already. (Mommy Makoto is glaring at him for stating that).

-When you approach her after the performance, she could hardly talk. You need to hold her tight so that she could calm down. Poor NEET bby girl ;-;

Goro Akechi

-He’ll know it at once when you started to play, he also has the smuggest look on his face, but not as much as Akira’s though. He’s so proud of you that he wants to kiss you right there and there, but he has a reputation to hold. Opted instead to handing you a bouquet with your favorite flowers in them. But he would also resort to kissing your forehead.

-I can also see him playing the piano, atleast some. Since he rarely has time for himself, so he knew only little about playing. But you could teach him! If you suggest it to him, he’ll be ecstatic that he’s already pulling you to the piano.

-He loves hearing you sing though! He already loves your voice, and you singing? It’s a dream come true for Akechi.

-He’ll also be useful in helping you coming up with lyrics and melodies in the song, he knows a selection of melodies so he’s very useful for you if you get stuck.

-Though at first he’s against the idea of you wanting to continue playing and singing and make it your career, but soon enough, he warm up to the idea of it. He’ll then keep supporting you from here on end. If someone criticize you about it, then he’ll step in and use his sharp tongue to avert their attention to him. In his mind, it’s better if its him being criticized instead of you, so he’ll do just that.

-Akechi would be surprise to see you on-stage though, but when you started to play, he’ll relax and smile. He’ll listen contentedly to your music and singing voice. But he’ll have that smug smirk on his face.

-When you finish, you better expect Akechi waiting for you to get down the stage (hOW DID HE GET THERE SO FAST--?!). He gives you a genuine smile as he gives you the bouquet and kiss you on the forehead. He’s cherishing the moment while he still can, afterall it’s only a matter of time before...

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please... give us your indepth tankman hcs.. i beg (fr though i love your art style oml)

SEEING THIS ASK LITERALLY MADE MY DAY THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON it’s so sweet of you to say that and ask holy crap!!!! /pos  ok-k-k my headcanons on captain + steve’s personality are very varied cuz it was originally based off of my interpretation of fanart before I watched the shorts- and then there’s the pico headcanons and also just the gay headcanons- goodness gracious let me try to paraphrase Captain + Steve - alot of my interpretations come from @/eyeballing (twt)‘s hcs , like the one where Steve does the taxes and Captain found & adopted Pico right after the events of Pico’s School ( I personally headcanon that Steve helps Pico with homework ) ANYWAYS - Captain... he’s obnoxious (affectionate) like I said in the tags of my doodle post he tends to talk over people alot, and doesn’t like to be sentimental so he sorta just acts like a dumbass- BUT HE REALLY CARES ABOUT STEVE AND THE OTHERS and he’s a silly type guy too!! He likes to do whatever he wants but tries to give his friends more space for them to do their own thing too. He hates coming off as sappy but the last thing he wants to do is genuinely hurt someone’s feelings...  - ( for one of the shorts where he says he didn’t care about Steve’s birthday-  and I think he either GENIUNELY forgot and wanted to play it cool OR he went overboard and got Steve a big birthday party and gifts planned to surprise him ) - Steve is much more book-smart and people-smart than Captain, and sometimes tries to overcompensate for how brash Captain is. He’s definitely not as carefree as Cap but at the same time they’re both dumbasses and hang out together more than either of them would like to mention. I honestly don’t know how to explain how I interpret Steve cuz on one hand he’s like, Captain’s foil where he’s more serious and brighter, but then I watch the shorts AND THEY’RE BOTH STUPID /lh - Steve seems exasperated with Captain’s antics a lot and gets annoyed quickly but actually has a LOT of patience for him- and Captain often is the one to hold Steve back from being mean ( “n-no Steve, don’t-” “buddy! you’re ugly and nobody likes you!” - Tankman .5 )  - before they started dating Captain really went back and forth alot with affection cuz he’d be really affectionate and clingy (while respecting boundaries of course) but then act tough because he’s insecure about being sentimental- Steve could see right through Cap though  AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I’m so sorry if this is incoherent or way too much to read, I’ll try and project more headcanons onto my doodles cuz that’s easier to express x) I hope you enjoyed reading about them!! please look forward to more drawings! 

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Stuck in the Bunker

Pairing: John Seed x Reader

Rating: M (SMUT!! & Language)

Note: This particular prompt can be applied to other Seed siblings as well, but only one per Seed for the sake of originality. An Anon requested this to be a smut so here it is.

Description: You were only dating John Seed for a few weeks before you both were shoved into a bunker and forced to live together for seven years.

   It had been three long weeks so far. Three weeks ago, you were shoved into a bunker with your boyfriend of a month and expected to survive for the next seven years. Three weeks was already too long, you could feel your sanity slipping and it wasn't because of the environment. The bunker was very nicely stocked, with an array of non-perishable foods that John enjoyed, along with a whole wine cellar. It had a king size bed, a seating area with a television and some movies, running water, electricity, a kitchen and a small side laundry room. You were grateful to be in a comfortable bunker, roomy, the equivalent to a five star suite, but there was one problem: John Seed.

      Before the collapse, you would see John every other day, or every two days. The both of you had only been dating for a month so neither of you had really decided on something more serious quite yet. You enjoyed John's company, you were addicted to it, in fact, but then you were shoved into a closed space with him, with nowhere to go. The first few days the both of you tried to reach out to his brothers and members of the project. You both busied yourselves with puzzles, and movies, and well, each other. You cuddled a lot, made out with one another, still yet to have taken the affection elsewhere, but even so you didn't mind the close proximity in the beginning. 

   Once the puzzles were finished, the movies all watched, contact with the others made, it became extremely boring. John became all too overly affectionate, all too close, never giving you a break, even when you went to bathroom. You weren't sure if it was because that was how he handled his boredom, or if it was because you were starting to grow sick of him, either way the two of you got too close for your comfort. 

You had seen each other naked, shared clothes, ate together, slept in the same bed together, talked to each other nonstop. You just wanted one thing that was all your own. It was driving you up the wall. John would read a book one second, then decide the next second he was going to suffocate you in his embrace. His advances towards you were always unpredictable. While you were eating, taking a shower, sitting in meditation, the guy never gave you a second to breathe. You had made some complaints, light ones at that, too afraid to outright tell him that you just didn't want to be in this bunker with him anymore. You would run out into the radioactive apocalypse to evade him, or at least, you were getting to that point. 

   You figured entering the bunker would change you both, but not quite like this. When John was relaxed and he didn't have Joseph hovering over his shoulder, he was soft and polite and gracious and gentle. While the John you had met before this whole collapse, before even dating him, was insistent, confident, gleaming with pride. That John was gone as soon the only person he had around to judge him was you, especially because he thought you wouldn't judge him. His mask had been lifted, and you were glad that he felt comfortable enough with you to remove it, but he was just TOOO comfy with you. Almost completely forgetting that you still both knew hardly anything about each other aside from minor things like interests and habits and the like.

    You sighed in aggravation, hitting another bout of restlessness, as you tried to will yourself asleep. You shifted over, pulling the covers down, almost kicking them to the foot of the bed as you tried to find a more effortless position. You heard a grunt from behind you, and then an arm snaked out over your waist. Your fists clenched as you felt John's breath at your ear, snoring away behind you like it was nothing. Great! Now you were trapped, you grabbed his forearm and roughly tried to pry it from around you. 

"John..." You hissed, feeling your patience wane under his heat. It was too much! He was like a furnace and you felt like you were going to explode. "JOHN!" You growled out fiercely, his snores settled and he took a deep breath, lifting his arm off of you sleepily. You jumped up from the bed, and you turned to face him with crazy wide eyes. He rubbed his own tired gaze, propping himself up on an elbow. 

"(Y/N), my dove, are you okay?" You started to pace, it must had been quite the sight, considering you were wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and one of his Georgia state t-shirts. It bunched up around your waist as you stormed back and forth. 

"I am fucking done, John!" His eyes narrowed, still lethargic from being woken and he sat up fully. 

"What are you talking about?" You weaved your fingers through your air, trying to steady your breathes. 

"You are always on me, against me, touching me, can't you just fucking stop! And you breath on me, oh my fucking gosh, I can't take it anymore! Just give me some fucking space!" He washed a palm over his face, then threw the covers off and swung his feet over the bed. The tattoos rippling across the slopes of his curves, his muscles, his toned abdomen, creeping down with the growing chest hair under his boxers. At the beginning of this, you wanted to fuck his brains out, especially with no Joseph to tell John ‘no’. Yet still, John practiced Joseph's rules even within the confines of this bunker, so you gave up that wish. 

"Sweetheart, I still don't understand. I thought you liked my affections." The broken and tired gaze he sent you, caused your own temper to soften, only slightly. 

"John, I just-" You sighed, wishing you didn't have to say it. "Maybe we should designate our own spaces, start giving each other some distance." He stood up, eyebrows furrowing and he stroked one hand through the loose black ungelled strands of hair. 

"(Y/N), we live in the same bunker together." He snorted coldly. "We will be for the next seven years, what are you going on about?" You could tell he was starting to get annoyed, a cranky and annoyed John did not bode well for you.

"Did you ever stop to think how I felt about all this?!" You crossed your arms, facing your back to him. "I don't want to be in a bunker with you anymore, John! You are too clingy." You said it, you didn't want to, but it just came out. You were exhausted, oversensitive, you just wanted a breath of fresh air, away from him.

"Well, I am fucking sorry I didn't get the memo. You should be thankful I saved your life." You heard him growl out behind you, he sounded a lot more like the more unhinged side of John before all of this, the side of that John that you didn't want to resurface. You turned around, now moving out of a fury and rage you didn't know existed. You pointed an accusing finger at him, feeling the snarl behind your teeth. 

"We hadn't even been together that long before you thought it was a good idea to lock us in a bunker together for seven years!" His expression wrinkled in irritation and he crossed his arms, considering you with a glare. "You're suffocating me."

"Oh please, (Y/N), you are acting like a brat! If you refuse to accept my love, go sleep on the couch!" He pointed to the steel door frame that lead into a hall, crossing out into the living room. 

"It's not about accepting, or not accepting, your love, John! You won't stop touching me! I can't do anything without-" He held his hand up at you, halting your words.

    You woke up several hours later to the sound of clinking in the kitchen. When you sat up, peaking over the backrest of the couch, it was John moving about in the kitchen. You felt your body ache as you rose up from the cushions, the couch was a lot more uncomfortable than you had originally expected. You dragged your feet into the kitchen and stood against a counter, watching John move around with a droopy and sad gaze. You knew you should apologize for what you said, you could have done a lot better at explaining your feelings and instead you just reached your limit, exploding at the only person you had to confide in.

"I don't want to fucking hear it." He stomped back over to the king size bed, grabbing a pillow on your side and tossing it in your direction. "I am going back to bed!" You caught the pillow, lips opening to word some sort of retort, but you knew the conversation was done. You treaded into the living room, tossing the feather pillow onto the head of the love seat, and dropping down onto the worn leather. You turned to face the ceiling and stared up at it for a moment, before letting the exhaustion droop in your eyes. Sleep came to you, but it was just as unsettling, if not worse, than what you would have had in the bed. 

  John poured himself a cup of coffee, he then faced you and sipped from its contents. His eyes set in a glare, he was still angry with you. You didn't blame him, you should feel guilty. The two of you were stuck in this bunker with nothing but each other, and you could understand why he'd want to break through that barrier that had always been between you both before. 

"Jo-" 

"Oatmeal is on the table." He interrupted, then patted around you and into the living room. 

"Th-Thank you," And you couldn't help but desperately track him for a moment. He sat on the couch, placed his coffee down, grabbed his book from the table. "Hey John, I just-"

"There is no need, (Y/N)." He said coolly, not looking up to you, now skimming the words on the page he had opened to. "I understand."

"Oh," You weren't sure if you should feel relieved, or concerned. He wasn't giving you the silent treatment, akin to one of his tantrums from before when his men would fuck up. "Well, um, it's just a space thing, ya'know?" He hummed in response, flicking his fingers at the edge of the page as he flipped it. You took a deep breath, then moved back into the kitchen, where your bowl of oatmeal was sitting on the counter. It was kind of him to think of you, even if he was holding onto what you said before. He couldn't be upset with you forever. Or so you thought.

   A whole week certainly felt like forever, a whole week of him ignoring you, evading you, sleeping away from you, and basically not even so much as giving you a hug. You were starting to truly see the error of your ways. You missed John, and he was right there in front of you, you could just grab him if you wanted. You tried to crack jokes, he wouldn't so much as smile. You even tried sitting right next to him and cuddling only for him to scoot away. You really hurt him, hurt him more than you could understand. For that whole week, your thoughts on the matter did not pick a side. You were either trying to give yourself a boost in the sense that he was in the wrong. You shouldn't have to give your entire soul to him, jeopardize what made you comfortable, so that he could be happy. On the other hand, you knew your approach to the situation was selfish and unreasonable. You basically snapped at him, all because he wanted to hold you in his arms. If you were in his shoes, you would be upset too. 

    It was all closing in on you, making you itch inside. Surviving in the bunker physically was no issue in comparison to the mental effects it was forcing on your brain. What were you supposed to do? You couldn't just open the doors and run outside, you couldn't hide in the broom closet. You felt trapped, and now on top of that, you didn't have John to tell you it was going to be okay. You should have been more accepting of the situation, it was much better to have someone than no one. And you did love John, you were just getting a little stir crazy. You didn't know what to do with yourself. 

    After several hours of parading yourself around, you had found yourself in the wine cellar. John and you rarely went down there. It was a lot mustier than the bunker and neither of you liked the atmosphere so much as to withstand it long enough to grab a bottle or two. Desperate times called for desperate measures though, you needed something to help ease the loneliness, the depression, the anxiety creeping up on you. You carried it into the living room, where you placed it on the table, then shuffled over to the movie box. John was sitting on the couch, reading another new book. You didn't know where the heck he was getting them from, but he must have had a stash. You felt him watch you as you ran through the movies, all of them the both of you had watched, but some good enough to watch again. You picked out Titanic and then popped it into the Blu-ray player, then returned back to the couch. 

  Why did you have to pick such a sad movie?! You noticed John started watching it to, granted you were the only one drinking from the wine bottle, but at least you weren't watching this alone. Soon, halfway through the movie, halfway through the bottle, halfway through these incessant feelings you were having; you slumped over, bare feet facing John and you started to cry. You knew it was a collection of things, not just the movie, but the fact that John wasn't talking to you, the fact that you were stuck in a bunker, the fact that you were scared out of your mind about what was going to happen next. John placed his hand on your foot, caressing over your calves and back. 

"(Y/N), sweetheart, talk to me." His voice was pleading, and when you looked up from your wet and red face being in the leather, he was crying too. Tears were streaming down his cheeks reflecting in what little light shone from the TV screen. You sniffled, wiping the tears on your cheeks away and sitting up, closer to him. 

"I am so lost, John. I feel stuck, and..." You were in turmoil. You felt like death would have been a lesser fate, but now you knew it wasn't because of John, it was because you couldn't handle this. 

"Shhh, come here, little dove." He held his arms open, and you didn't hesitate in gravitating towards his embrace. You shouldn't have complained, you missed his touch. Your palms splayed out over his chest and you rested your head under his chin. Sobs wracked through you as his fingers caressed through your hair, his lips pressed to your forehead. "It's okay, I'm here."

"Oh, John..." You scooted onto his lap, begging for more, craving all of his affections, all of his attention. You pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips, taking him by surprise. He grabbed your shoulders to draw you back, a nervous snort floating from him. 

"(Y/N), dove..." You shushed him, pushing forward through his protests and pressing your lips to his again. His eyebrows furrowed, eyelids fluttering shut and his hand moved up from your shoulder to your cheek. His lips parted to accept your tongue, beginning a dance of dominance. You could feel him hardening between your legs, and you wanted all of him, more of him, finally. You pushed your pelvis further, your arms settling around his neck, you wanted to be as close to him as possible. John's other hand rested on your hip, grip tightening as you bit his bottom lip. The two of you had found yourselves in this position, many times before since you met. Mainly because both of you were bored, or horny. However, no matter how far the two of you got, you had never had sex. "(Y/N), stop." He muttered in between your intense battle of tongues.

"What?" You breathed out, wiping at your still wet face. 

"Enough." He grabbed your hips and tried to lift you off of him.

"No..." You whimpered, "Please, no. I want to stay." He met her gaze, pausing in his movements. You grabbed either side of his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "Please." His lips parted and he cocked his head, a smirk finding its way to his lips. 

"Oh (Y/N), but I thought you didn't want me touching you." He teased, and it sounded like something the charming, cunning John would say. Not lovey dovey, not overly soft, but John being that needy, attention seeking asshole that you loved so much. You couldn't help but return the smugness with your own amused smile, even through the wetness on your face. Your fingers caressed from around his neck to his pectorals. 

"I shouldn't have said that." You stated, he released a dark chuckle, then brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear. 

"I might consider forgiving you..." He seductively ground out, then his arms harshly wrapped under your waist and he sat forward. His face was an inch from yours, your eyes wide at the feeling of him against your most sensitive spot. "With some convincing." You were shocked, wondering what he meant. You snapped forward to catch his lips, but his finger caught between you and he sat back again. "Well..." He cleared his throat, grinning like the Cheshire cat who knew all too much. "Convince me." You gulped, lips parting as you processed his words, as the thought of what he was insinuating charged through your mind with vigor. 

"D-Do you mean-"

"Oh Darling, I know what I mean. Now get to it." You scrambled down to sit on the floor, his knees parted and your eyes widened at the visible lump showing through his grey sweatpants. "You've done this before, (Y/N). I know your sin, stop acting so innocent." Your jaw dropped open, he hunched forward, his face only an inch from your own. His hand forcefully grabbed your chin and he brought you into an aggressive kiss. He had full control, taking you by surprise, where his tongue slid so smoothly against your own and his teeth bit hard at your bottom lip as he drew away. Your eyelids sank with desire, the sting of his teeth grinding along your lip as he withdrew from you, leaning back lazily into his leather throne. "(Y/N)..." He breathed out, that smirk still sitting on his lips. "Do you want to convince me?" You ran your hands up from his knees towards the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Yes." His breath hitched, smirk falling into a dazed stare as your fingers tenderly swept under the band. He adjusted himself to sit up slightly for you as you shuffled his pants down, gasping when his cock sprung up from beneath the retreating fabric. It was engorged, precum leaking from the top, a red tip, leading down to a nestle of black hair sitting above the base. John's fingers gripped the leather as you eagerly grasped his cock your hands, the desire to have him inside of you growing with your own warmth. It had been so long since you had sex with anyone, and now you were finally about to have sex with your boyfriend. You pressed your thumb over the tip, collecting the precum with the digit and then smiling at the way he breathed out harder from the action.

"Don't think I don't know your sin either, John." You leaned forward, pressing the surface of your lips to the tip. “I see the way you look at me when I am changing...” Your lips parting against his skin, words whispering and teasing at his member. “I know the way you hold me at night, the way you flee in the morning.”

“What can I say, dove? You’re sin.” His teeth clenched with a hiss when your lips fully engulfed his cock, throat relaxing around his length and slowly sliding down. His fingers sunk into your hair subconsciously, grasping at the greasy strands, back nearly arching up with the lift of his hips. 

Before entering the bunker, you biggest worry was hygiene, but John and you had no issues taking very good care of yourselves in that regard. His cock tasted slightly salty, but fairly clean, your nose grazing the black nestle of hair above his member as your mouth moved up and down. His hand started to guide you, your jaw already tired from the movement. 

After a few more strokes, your tongue languidly laying his member flush to its surface, a suction sound echoed as you pulled your lips away. You were about to dive in again, as enthusiastic as ever, before John stopped you. His eyelids were drooped in a daze, obviously taken aback by your apology thus far. The entire time you could tell he had been struggling to keep quiet, you weren’t sure exactly from what. Perhaps it was to keep you from knowing how good you were doing, but you could already tell. The both of you had been wanting this for a while, and truthfully, Joseph had always been in the way.

“Come here.” His voice was scratchy, deep with arousal. You gulped, the taste of him still on your tongue as you stood. You plopped down onto his hips again, his cock pressing between your legs. He wasted no time drawing you closer, his lips aggressively meeting your own, hands roaming your body down to the hem of your shorts. He twisted you both around and laid you across the couch, lips not leaving yours once as he gyrated his hips into yours. You couldn’t control the moans emanating from you, a burning desire finding itself at your core. His lips traveled downward, across your cheek towards your ear and down your jaw line. Meanwhile, his fingers tucked under the waistband of your shorts, slowly drawing them down. “Oh, the things you do to me, (Y/N).” As he continued to move down your body, your shorts were removed, legs now dangling up as he yanked them off and toss them to the side. 

“Don’t stop now, John, please.” 

“Shhh,” He hushed as he ducked forward, finger tenderly caressing the bless of your explored thighs. “I am not going anywhere.” His lips rushed to your entrance, and your entire body jolted with pleasure from the warmth of his wet tongue as it flicked at your clit. You knew he had plenty of sexual experience from before he met you, but not quite on this level. Obscene sounds carried through the room, bouncing off the metal walls of the compound. One hand grasped at what you could around you, the other finding itself into his black, slick strands.

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Gladly.” He spoke once before continuing his assault on your center. His mouth was unrelenting, and your mind entirely focused on the pleasure it brought, until you felt the prod of a finger at your entrance. Your jaw dropped open and you couldn’t help but arch up again more fiercely. He sucked harder as he finger worked its way gradually inside of you, stretching you with a second finger after you adjusted. You could feel your orgasm closing in on you, your legs began to shake with the tension and then as quickly as you were there it was gone. 

“I was so clo-” You felt like you couldn’t even breath, your chest heaving as he moved up to your lips and drunk you in again. The taste of you sitting on your tongue, mixing with the remaining taste of him. His hands gripped your hips and his own his pressed to yours with intense fervor, his swollen cock dipping itself into your wet folds, but not quite entering you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and drew him closer, meeting his hips half way. His palms slid up from your hips over your navel, your shirt bunching over his wrists as they kept moving upward. You lifted your arms above your head, and he helped shimmy the shirt off completely. He returned his attention to your lips, thumbs now teasing at your nipples, and your feet wrapped around his hips. 

For some time, you couldn’t tell how long, the both of you simply gave yourselves to the moment, immersing yourselves into one another, prolonging the touches and the kisses, the intensity and the exchanged breathes. The reminder of why they were here, why they were together, why they were stuck in a bunker. John drew away, forehead pressed tightly to yours, blue eyes imbedding themselves into your soul. He wanted to see into your eyes as he pressed his cock into your entrance, as your pussy swallowed him whole. The both of you moved with graze, with a need for an end, his cock penetrating through you with pleasure and fullness following. He whimpered against your throat, mouthing at your skin, and your nails etched marks into his back as you gave into each other’s desires.

His hips started to move more frantically with each thrust, building you back up towards the orgasm that still lingered from before. Your fingers gripped more tightly, clutching at him to continue. 

“Keep going! Please!” You begged, your voice squeaking with the cries for more. John didn’t stop, instead egged on by your pleasure, he moved fasted. One hand creeping between your bodies to flick his thumb at your clit. His words strained as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. 

“Cum for me. Cum around my cock, baby.” You were sent straight over the edge, body reeling into him as you spasmed, loud moans echoing from your lips. You hadn’t had a good orgasm in so long, and his cock gave this to you, he gave this to you. You were in a moment of awe as he continued his brutal pace, skin slapping against skin, body mixing together, the scent of sex floating through the air. John followed shortly after with a groan, lips pressing soft kisses to your flesh as his cum streamed into your pussy, sending pleasurable shivers through you.

The both of you rested there for a few breathes, again, allowing the moment to consume you. You wrapped you arms back around his neck and sighed, his cock softening inside of you.

“I love you.” Neither of you had ever said those three words before. In some fashion, something along the lines of love had been clarified. John probably wouldn’t have brought you to the bunker had he not deeply cared about you and your wellbeing. He parted from your shoulder, gaze meeting yours with an undefined emotion, one you had never seen on the face of the great John Seed. His hand cupped your cheek and a single tear stemmed from the corner of his eye, the gleam of the TV flickering in its clearness, reflecting off of the wet trail it left behind. 

“I can’t lose you. You mean so much to me.” His voice cracked as he enunciated those words through a shaky exhale. You sniffled, feeling your own tears rise.

“I am not going anywhere...” You felt the tension pull you both closer. “We are in a bunker remember?” John snorted, lips pressed to yours. You both knew, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d argue and it wouldn’t be the last time of reassurance. With seven years ahead, your relationship would be tested and the two of you were prepared for that.

“I love you too, (Y/N), more than you know.”

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[lady-therion]

a prompt for elriel could be florist elain x part timer azriel ! elain needs help with her flower shop and at the right moment azriel comes around in need of a job and a temporary place to stay(; !

A/N: What a sweet prompt, anon! 

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Boys and Flowers

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Elain knows that flowers aren’t permanent. 

They grow and they die. Then, they do it all over again, season by season. Here’s the real magic: You never encounter the same flower twice. Each one is unique, not unlike people. 

Elain knows that people aren’t permanent either. 

Take Graysen. Or rather, let’s not. Elain’s memories of him are oil-dark and bitter. In the morning, she opens her planner and marks down the number of days since “the unspeakable incident.” Today’s tally is 43. In the margins, she writes, “I’m not numb anymore. Just sad.” Which is progress. Feyre would throw her a party. Nesta would buy her a drink.

But neither of her sisters are here. They are far away in a different state, still wondering about Elain’s decision to move and open her own flower shop. They ask a lot of sensible questions: Why open a small business in this economy? Why not just work for a local florist? What are you going to do about rent? 

It’s fair for them to worry. Money is a sore subject in their family. But Elain stands by her decision. The reason for leaving is simple: She’s tired of playing a role in someone else’s story. Here, in a town where almost no one knows her, she has the space to learn what her story is really about. 

All her life, Elain has been waiting to meet herself. 

Now she’s got her chance.

On a less philosophical note, her sisters are still right about money. Business is good, but she’s been having trouble keeping up with orders, which has been eating away at her bottom line. Her inbox is a disappointment. There are no applications for a potential assistant. Location is probably an issue. Her flower shop isn’t by any convenient public transit.

She chews her lip; a bad habit. What would she do if she couldn’t reach a sustainable quota? Her savings are fine, but they can only get her so far. Would she need to take out a loan? Could she even afford the interest? How long would it be before she goes into the red…? 

A swift knock at the door interrupts her downward spiral. Elain freezes. There’s only one person in this town who actually comes to visit. 

Over Zoom, Feyre calls him “the sexy neighbor.” 

Nesta calls him “the nuisance.” 

Elain just knows him as Azriel.  

He lives in the apartment next door. The first time they met was over a noise complaint; her noise complaint. Azriel himself isn’t particularly loud. But his lady friends? Just thinking about the sounds they made caused the blood rush to her cheeks (and other places). 

Obviously, Azriel is very generous in that area. 

But generous or not, Elain wasn’t about to lose any more sleep. 

Hi, I’m Elain. Your new neighbor. 

Ah. I’m Azriel. A pleasure. 

Right…pleasure. 

How are you liking the new —? 

— Did you know our bedrooms share the same very thin wall? 

I….what…? 

Did she regret bringing it up so abruptly? Yes. But constant sleep deprivation had already frayed her patience. It didn’t matter that Azriel literally looked like one of those Greek statues on display at the Louvre. It didn’t matter that he had eyes and tattoos and muscles that could stop traffic.  

Elain may have lost her way in a lot of things. 

But she did not lose her manners. 

And she would absolutely hold her neighbors to the same standard.

She can remember how Azriel blushed to the tips of his ears as he stammered an apology. The next day, there was a bouquet of flowers left on her doorstep (and a pair of ear plugs, the scoundrel). But after that, there were no more lady friends (that she could hear, anyway, with or without the ear plugs). 

As part of their truce, they would invite each other over for brunch at least once a week. It gives Elain something to look forward to. Especially since she still hasn’t met anyone else here. 

Besides, she finds his presence soothing. He doesn’t ask her too many questions. She doesn’t ask him in turn. Elain gets the sense that they’re both living from moment to moment. Or that they’re both running from something that they can’t give voice to. Maybe someday, they would. 

Azriel’s broody eyes gleam when she opens the door. 

And no, it does not make her heart race. It does not. 

“Elain.” 

He never says “hey” or “hi there” when he sees her. He just says her name, then smiles. Not a toothpaste commercial smile either. His smiles are quiet and tentative things, like he isn’t used to doing them often. That he would always make an effort for her in this way brings her inexplicable joy. Like watching the sun suddenly appear on a gray afternoon.

“Want some coffee?”  

“I’m getting evicted.” 

Elain’s heart drops to her feet. She opens the door a little wider. “Want something a little stronger?”

***

Turns out their landlord is a jerk. 

“So you were dating his ex?” 

Azriel drains his glass. “Dating is kind of a strong word.” 

“Hn.” Well, who is Elain to judge? “That doesn’t really seem like grounds to evict someone.” In fact, Elain is pretty sure that whatever’s going on is illegal. She thinks about calling her father. Being a businessman himself, he could probably put Azriel in touch with a good lawyer. 

Azriel waves away her offer. “It was bound to happen anyway. People are petty. And cruel.” 

Elain thinks of Graysen. She thinks about the scars on Azriel’s hands. The scars they never talk about. Yes, people can be cruel. But people can also be kind. The fact that Azriel takes the worst of humanity for granted saddens her more than anything else. 

She doesn’t want to lose him as her neighbor. 

“Where will you go?” 

“I could move in with one of my brothers for a while.” He tells her where they live. Her anxiety deepens. They’re just as far away as her sisters. “I don’t want to bother you with this either, but some of my contracts fell through. Even if I could stay here, I wouldn’t be able to make the rent.” 

Elain swallows. There are moments in life that one calls turning points. Turn one way, it will become this. Turn another way, and it will become that. There is no way to tell which path is the right choice. But although Elain isn’t blessed with future sight, she is blessed with a sense of indomitable compassion.

She proposes a plan.

“What?” 

“You can live here,” she says again. 

The silence that follows could rival graveyards. “Elain…I can’t do that. How would I pay you?” 

She tells him about the shop. 

“I don’t know anything about flowers.” 

“I’ll teach you.” 

“Elain —” 

“It’s temporary,” she insists. It’s a good thing all Archerons were born with an iron-clad persistence gene. “You can stay in the spare bedroom until you figure out your next move.” When he doesn’t say anything else, she adds, “You won’t be freeloading. You’ll be helping me out. I can’t fulfill as many orders without an assistant.” 

“I…don’t you think it’ll be weird? Sharing a space?” 

“On my life, I promise to keep your virtue intact,” she deadpans.

Azriel laughs. A deep, deep sound that comes from his belly. It is, quite literally, the most glorious thing Elain ever heard. 

“Thank you,” he says. “This is….I can’t even describe how gracious this is.” 

Elain’s body does not at all respond to this compliment in a tingly, somersault-y, or gushy way. Nope, that rush of happy warmth is probably something else. The sign of early menopause, perhaps. She should see a doctor.

“So it’s a deal?” She sticks out her hand. 

Azriel’s hazel eyes light with something she can’t describe. He reaches out to lace his ruined fingers with hers, every mark and ridge a map to something that Elain feels intent to discover. 

“It’s a deal.”

*** 

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[jamespotterthefirst]

You’re always so gracious when the spoilers come out, and the asks start flooding in that I just wanted to thank you for your patience and for answering them the way you do! 💕

You're so kind! ❤️ I'm so horrible at answering asks. I swear it's not on purpose (unless it's a hateful anon, which has happened). I just have a short attention span like

But really, all the credit goes to the queen who accesses these scripts in the first place 💕

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[fortheheavenssake]

MM ANON II - 1

April 15, 2020

1. April 15

MM ANON …… doctor gone batty……… LA for dummies ……… Doctors Within Borders ……… social insistence ………… hugs not bugs……… absolutely isolated Kate. ……… “ not a whisper ma’am ……… St George’s chapel of course!!…………… with humility skippy, with humility.

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Mm anon verified

MM ANON … to forgive Devine. To accept ones shortcomings is a hard pill to swallow especially if like myself your behaviour Is mired in self justification and blind contempt … it’s taken me a long time to ask forgiveness ……… and pride is a killer of the spiritual light. To those who can find forgiveness on their heart I thank them, humbly and sincerely. ……… MM ANON

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3. April 30

MM ANON ……… the only virus ………… wonderful children to hug…… magnificent isolation ma’am……… dirty Megan,clean Harry ……… will never be the same ………… big things for a future princess ……… home cooking ………… “ ground control to major Tom” ………. “ and wash your bloody hands!!!……… an archificial birthday ………… trooping the colours???

Thank you! Happy to have you back!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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4. April 30

MM Anon

MM ANON …… Many thanks skippy ……… a privilege to return to you all ……… graciously thankful to pg , skippy and all anons. Callidus er populum

Welcome back….😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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5. May 1.

MM ANON … it’ll cost us thousands …… “ ‘‘tis the times’ plague , when madmen led the blind “……… 🎼 all the clubs have been closed down 🎼………… “ if you both don’t stop fighting I’ll send you to Madagascar “ ………… “ one makes ones bed”…………… “ well wash your bloody hands AGAIN!!”…………… “ there so funny on screen Philip” …… Quo victuals est super eam et irrumabo …………… next slide please.

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6. May 2.

MM ANON ……… bless all who come here……… stay safe ……… not sneezing season ……… birthday girls world following ……… sitting on the toilet screaming and howling ……… Plasma fantazma?……… 🎼give a little bit 🎼……… “ I swear ,I’ll send you to bloody Madagascar “……… “another top up sir”………” leave the poor man be Philip “……… “no ma’am not yet” ……… Wilfred!!!!!………… “ Bloody Wilfred!!”……… conspirators will spread another sort of virus.

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7. May 3

MM ANON ………Lucrezia Markle……… For her own well-being … she’s kicking and sedated ……… safety net for Harry ……… a very private LOCK-down ………” GATEWAY“intervention …… “NHS Catherine , Sterling work darling “ …………” yes ,I love Frozen 2” ………… PTA……… “ your experience would be valued ma’am”……… “ I myself am best when least in company “……… absque misericordia

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8. May 4

MM ANON …… granny flap…… delusions of gran-tour…… “ aye, some wantid er’ but Walt dis-ney “…… a p****hub offer worth millions …… a secret return …… Lottie leaded Cambridge assault ……… “ a very prominent speech for VE DAY ma’am”. …… unlocking the unlock able ………… 🎼day by day…🎼………… pause ,pray, proceed. …… optimistic optimism???

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9. May 5

MM ANON …… Thank Dear anon for interpretation …… and yes if you’re struggling dear pg … prayers and hugs

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10. May 5

MM ANON ……… “ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂………… Archificialy archificial. ……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “……… a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar……… tunc non transiet ……… an infectious tube……… my my margarita ……… let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

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11. May 6

MM ANON ………… archificial anniversary ……… “she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………I speak for Meghan ……… 🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼……… “ the fool doth think he is wise…… “………… 🎼come fly with me (not)🎼……… A few weeks more …………” we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …………… “ yes , a new medal is appropriate” ………… unlockdown!!! ………… “ give us a hug”.

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12. May 6

MM ANON ……… Sooooooo , where is Harry in the duck / rabbit video????????????????? An archificial attempt to ingratiate herself as a mother of a surrogate child. She looks a tad sheepish 🐏🐏🐏🐏🐏🐏🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑. 😂😂😂😂

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13. May 7

MM ANON … Spider Sandwiches ………… the photographic phenomenon ………… “O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon” ……… “ modest, small and incremental “ ……… “ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ……… “ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. ………… another modest outfit. ……… the books a flop, who would buy it? ……… “ dada duck duck”…………”ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “…………… her irrelevant life………… desperately seeking ANYTHING………… a sad demise Rachael!!

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14. May 7

MM ANON …… dear and inquisitive anons ……… THE RIDDLES ARE “ ENTERTAINMENT “ only, a parody and lightness of spirit and soul! It’s a privilege to be here , by the grace of Skippy …………… enjoy!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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15. VE Day 75, May 8

MM ANON …… My mother was a plotter at Northolt fighter base in 1943 where she met my father who was a pilot, I remember her saying that the Polish pilots were the bravest men she ever met. ………… we shall remember them 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

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16. May 8

MM ANON …… The Queen, god bless her……… blackout ……… the king/ the Queen the nation ……… never give up, never despair ……… the home front……… 🎼some sunny day 🎼………… 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦……… and all who fought ……… a day like no other……… at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

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17. May 9

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜MM ANON ……… Dear pg , your gracious tribute to the riddle. I Ended the post in tears ………………… respect.

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18. May 9

MM ANON …… “ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “……… on yer bike……… 🎼that’s life,……🎼………… Bar Wars………… survival of the fit-test……………”a vulgar mansion “…………… Spider sandwiches……… an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ……… now that’s TRUE grit…………… be- bop-a-loo-la RIP……… The Serenity prayer……thank you for this forum xxxxx…………… it will end ,…one day!!

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19. May 10

MM ANON ……… Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months ……… hospitality will become inhospitable ………… the R factor ………… “Henry, don’t do that”. …… return to school??? …………… no guidelines …………… be alert,the country needs lerts………… risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety ………… it’s the economy,stupid!! ………… test, Trace and isolate. ………… a silver lining 🌈🌈

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20. May 11

MM ANON …… Thrive???………… definitely Malibu ………wear a mask ………… confusing but amusing ……… a question of credibility ……… 🎼 we can be heroes ……🎼…” what ever happened to wrinkle cream?”……… love and hugs to all our anon friends ……… 🎼 now there are three steps to heaven 🎼………… Brave New World ……… a quiet Queen.

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21. May 13

MM ANON …… for saving my mother ……… father ……… grandmother …… grandfather …son ……… sister……… brother……… daughter ………… thank you for saving my life nurse / doctor /……… how can I EVER thank you all ……… from the bottom of my ❣ ……… I can never find the words ……… my gratitude is unending ……… god bless you all. ……… GOD BLESS YOU ALL!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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22. May 13

MM ANON ……… “come on Kate, off to Queens”……… Charlotte goes first……… “George ‘ get your bicycle “……… 🎼bye bye miss American spy🎼……… 🎼listen , do you want to know a secret 🎼……… stay alert 🤣🤣🤣……… trains, planes and automobiles……… driving miss day-see? ……… FOUR!!!! …………… an art gallery,when??……… single prayers please.

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23. May 13.

MM ANON …………… to all who visit ………… riddles are entertainment only … a parody ,a light and fluffy expression. 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂Thank you all for understanding.

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24. May 14

MM ANON …… school of thought ……… bulldoze in and takeover ……… Braveheart & Boris ………… dead theatre ……… GOT………… Charlotte summer ……… anticipation of antibodies ………… China???………… death of Hollywood ………… 🎼blow a little whistle 🎼………… we have no plan B……… I’m so bored ………… “ we’re gonna need a bigger fence”

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25. May 15

MM ANON ……… a lovely surprise ……… sweet Charlotte ……… it’s teaching Jim, ……………”Harry, you know you’ll always have a place “……………”he’s not happy Catherine “ ……… R1………… re-train………… clubbings, clubbed…… Tea-CHING…………… “ yes, that’s a really good question”…………2 metres for ever???………… a rally in Calais. ………… GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧🌈🇨🇦

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26. May 16

MM ANON …… “ I’m keeping my tennis shoes on”……… “I’m not getting out of bed for less than 3mill” …… cold nose undercover ………… a learning yearning ………… “friends thou hast, and there adoption tried “…… …… 🎼ya gotta give a little 🎼……………… “I’m not happy about them returning William “ …………… “ One needs ones hair attended too”………… “ I’ll bloody cut it myself !!”……… “ I know!! … SYDNEY!!”

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27. May 17

MM ANON …… a Diamond evaluator ……… Of no consequence whatsoever ……… straight to credits. ………… LA Confidential ………… 🎼no sir I don’t mean maybe 🎼…………… 🎼Don’t fence me in🎼…………… “ I want Adele you a story “……………… The man from U.N.C.L.E. Harry …………… “ ones lockdown sucks” ………… “ miserable without Boddys old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s slacking “.

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28. May 18

MM ANON ……… a personal loss………… the Dynamic Duo………… FPhishing……Nlcola Nike Snike ………… Hydroxy- foxy(do not do this at home)…………………” a suitable case for ( shhhhh) treatment “ ………… “ no comment “ …………… “ a game of cards old thing “…………… “patience Philip ……………” ………… ma’am , it’s Charlotte and George on tic-toc…………… “dance, gan, gan, you dance, … Sydney!! 

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29. May 19

MM ANON …… Ana-adversity …… the gathering marital storm…………” first family visit will be the United States when normalisation hits ma’am” …………”life will return ma’am”……… Who is that? …………… guesting the testing ……… “ they won’t return early ma’am”…………… “one speaks to Catherine,daily , and the little ones” ……… “it’s interminable Sydney,” …” a Little top-up sir”

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30. May 20

MM ANON … Regarding the gathering of unhappy people, slutmeg only invited the men she had slept with , with their +ones ……… the members of the RF who attended treating it as a pantomime and a priceless observation of side- eyes and laughter. HMTQ look at slutmeg… EPIC. 😂😂😂😂😂😱😱😱😱😱

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31. May 20

MM ANON ……… 5 years old ‘ COVID security ……… transmission admission??……… 1st. June. …………… A pollution solution ………… free at last……… kiss 💋 me 😱😱😱………… another Father???…………… Spanish,French and judo 😂😂😂…………… lies,damm lies, and MM……… an expensive squat………… A Greece-y gamble. ………… “ is one sitting comfortably’ good, Once apon a time “

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32. May 21

MM ANON …… “what , seen at Lympstone “………… a Diplomatic retreat ……… A-Nul-ment………… NY bio-diver-city……… facegrime ………… Charles, a man for all see-sons……… thermal Heathrow ………… 1st Solo address ………… high-end-ing ………… “ clever children, such a lovely dance”……… “ no darlings gan-pops with Sydney “………… “ yes’ we’ll all bake a cake “………… “ pretty Jim-jams Charlotte “.

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33. May 22

MM ANON …… 88 two fat ladies ……… two blacked out Discovery’s in St Leonard’s ……… Priti Draconian …… pray,or else!! ………… gel my temperature ……… wash your hands then wrinkle cream ……… a memorial event ………… Hong-Gone…………” well, wake him up Sydney!!………… “bloody hell Sydney “ ………… “ sorry ma’am , Charlotte wants to play bingo”……… “ wonderful , clickerty duck”

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34. May 23

MM ANON …… 44 million? ………… anons’ how much on clothes?………… “still looked trash”………… evidences of past yachting 😱😱😱😱😱………… LA EX?? ………… “ in Exeter”…………… “ Josh Stones!!“………… a second peak? ……………not in Spain 🥳🥳🥳………… meanwhile in WC. ……… “ gan gan I want a tiara “ ………… “ and one day you shall “ ……… “ is nanny back Catherine?”……… “where’s my bloody slippers “ ……” your wearing them sir”

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35. May 23

ANON … As we all submit our little posts give a thought for the reason we can , it’s the ever faithful skippy and her eclectic forum ……… love, prayers, animals, history, royalty, and silliness ……… god bless you dear skippy 💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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36. May 24

MM ANON …… Cummings going?………Lottie nottie going ……… Harry’s 💡 idea……… “give birth? Incapable!! ……… “during yachting “………… “ I’ve seen the evidence “ ………… “ she lied to TBRF” ……… MOS knows!! …… 🎼we’re all going on a summer 🎼………… to pray or not pray………… “ Pleeeeez gan gan!! “……… “ one day you shall sweet girl” ……… “ next year , if things are admissible “ ……… “ he’s a tad grumpy ma’am”……… “ ignore him Sydney”

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37. May 25

MM ANON …… Charlottes WWWeb……… Rules, What Rules. ……… in flight,flight. ………… Tinsel down……… hugs not bugs ………… non essential retailers open ………… no pubs, sport , cinemas, theatres, …………… Cummings,a shaggy dog story. ……… a very angry electorate ………… “ I want to go school gan gan”………“let’s see your dancing “………”no, school gan gan!!……… “ Oooooo, whats mummy doing “ ………… “ Sydney, refreshments ‘please.

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38. May 25

MM ANON …… MEMORIAL DAY …IN HONOUR OF THEIR SERVICE ……………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧

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39. May 26

MM ANON …… Kate re-opening high street……… “excellent, as retail ambassador “……… W&K will have the public’s ear” …………”a late family tour ma’am’……… “ that’ll put a a Kate among the pidgins” …… “ a damaging tome sir “……… “ opening book shops, how’ll that work?……… “you can’t handle books……… “ o’ Philip, a quiet night”…… “ bloody hell !! What’ no tic-toc ?……… “nanny’s organised bingo”:…… “ ahhh, ……… Sydney ‘ something strong!!

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40. May 27

MM ANON …… KATE MIDDLETON IS A FUTURE QUEEN! She has three beautiful children and a loving husband, solid, grounded and intelligent. THIS IS THE FUTURE OF OUR MONARCHY ,I THINK SHE HAS MORE SPIRITUAL STRENGTH. AND WILL BE THE FOUNDATION OF THE CAMBRIDGE FUTURE. GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

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41. May 27

MM ANON ………”I get tired of Lottie tic-toc-ing” ………… “little Louis gets tired using the trampoline “……… “ I’m off to Queens,tennis “……… back on his Ducati……… Nanny is making 🥘 paella ………… “I’ve managed to acquire that box set ma’am” …… “ Gangs of London or The Sopranos“……… both ma’am”……… “bloody epic Sydney “……… “ is that bumbling Minister still running round the palace “……… “ tell him to piss-orf”……… “ top-ups”

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42. May 28

MM ANON …… MM drone ing on…… tittle Tatler ……… lockdown tour T-shirt ………… ahhhhhhh, rate!! ……… school digital haves’ digital have nots……… rid the clap!! ………… one metre ………… “ it’s football Jim, but not as we know it “………… “To his good friends, thus wide lle ope my Armes: ……… “ look Philip,it’s Louis bouncing “ ……… “they have a new dance”……… “ return of a routine“…………” Maria and Lottie swimming “ …… “bloody hydrotherapy on Sunday “……… “ I think that’s enough Sydney “

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43. May 29

MM ANON ……… looting/ shooting ………… “ tic-toc Nanny”………… “ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ……… “ George,do it properly “……… W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ……… “ Nottingham cottage ma’am”………… “like old times ma’ am”……………” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “………… “ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”………… “exiting times ma’am”……… “ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

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44. May 30

MM ANON …���……… another billionaire friend ………… she lies on lies…………desperate for attention ……… a roadmap to nowhere ……… up up and away ……… all white on the night …………LTA talks with Kate ………… MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

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45. May 31

MM ANON …… it Musk be love ……… nine elms………… agent provocateur ………… teetering on the edge………… body cams?? ………… amateur photographers unite ………… front line statue ……… 🎼I heard it on the grapevine 🎼………… “ no darling not today”……” we’re going to visit gan gan” …………”staying overnight ma’am” ………… “ a few days Sydney “………… “ tomorrow night, it’s a little concert Philip, don’t get grumpy “ ………… “bloody hell, I’m low on refreshments. “

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46. June 01

MM ANON … Balmoral Fern………… plastic Nile. ………… in the Bunker ………… Autopsy …………………Truth , Justice and the American way ………… WC welcome …………… “ would one know how to barbecue Sydney??” ………… William will oblige ma’am……”one prefers coronation chicken “…………… “unicorn sausages ,Lottie George??……… “just salad ma’am. “

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47. June 02

MM ANON ……… keep your distance ………” it’s a curfew Jim , but not as we know it “ …… “ A plague o’ both your houses “……… house today , gone tomorrow ………… “all lives matter “ …………… cut and roots and streaks ……… B&EC are reluctant to return ………… Minister misleads testing ……… office of national ridistics ……… 🎼I I see a bad moon rising 🎼………… blackout Tuesday ………… “ “wear a body-cam old thing, then I can pretend I’m riding “ …………… “one would look ridiculous Philip!!”……… “ Sydney, stop pouring “

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48. June 03

MM ANON …… 2020 another royal baby ………… development in Portugal ……… more charges eminent Minnesota ……… a wet summer ………… ISS a strange smell? ……… … London protests …………NAACP……… size 12 , and the shoes 👠 ……………” mummy , mummy- goes viral ………” we’ll old thing, I wasn’t expecting that ending “……… “ so enjoyable Philip ‘ anymore Sydney?……… “ I think Catherine has Peaky-Blinders ma’am” …… “ is it a bit GBH ? “ ……… “ yes ma’am”……… “Ohhhh goody”.

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49. June 04

MM ANON ……MM heartfelt acting……… W&K just heartfelt 💓………… the Tatler connection ………… 🎼stormy weather …………… 🎼………… MadDog…………2nd degree. X 4……………… 14 days to binge. ……… a Russian contamination …………vaccine summit ……… ”that’s a terrible selfie Philip, it’ll frighten her” ………” let Sydney do it!! “ ……… “take one together ma’am” ……… “ give me the bloody thing !! “ …… bloody tic-toc “ ………… “ one zooms” ……… “get him some refreshments Sydney”

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50. June 04

MM ANON …… “ Heartfelt video “ anything heartfelt in the life of MM is self indulgent. A selfish PR attempt to seem engaged in the national conciseness Her agenda …… “how can I make this about ME!!! “ this woman is so shallow. ………… a Caucasian of infinite insults. A pitifully example of insecurity and ego. A walking talking resentment. God help her!!

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51. June 5

MM ANON …… never look a gift bandwagon in the mouth…… everyone is crawling out the woodwork ……… “I’m covert 19 , fly me” ……… M&H on the March??? ………… over 40,000………… flight attendant/ ……… the dodgy R…………… mandatory masks ………… The Amazon too ??? ………… online celebrity … “ There here Philip “ …………” one has to distance darlings “ …… “ yes there lovely shoes” ……… “ look Philip, live tic-toc “………” it’s wonderful wonderful “ ………… “amazing, he’s shot up “ ………” shall we have a little refreshments?”

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52. June 6

MM ANON …… the battle of Whitehall ……… agent Provocateurs………new trading …… it’s a Sunday Jim ,but not as we know it ………… social distancing got wet……… antibodies have the answer ……… R is above 1 in the SWest Of England. 😱😱😱😱……… second spike😱😱😱………🎼when I was 65 ,it was a very good year 🎼………… “ look it’s mummies wedding “ ……… “it’s mummy gan gan” ……… “ yes , so pretty the coach “ ………” I want one “ ……… “ one day sweetie, one day” ………” will you come gan gan ? “ ………… “ I’ll try darling “.

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53. June 7

MM ANON …… I’d like to thank pg /LK and all the anons who attempt/ solve and interpretations of the riddles that skippy graciously lets me post 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💓💓💓🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧Many thanks to all those who partake.

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54. June 7

MM ANON ……who’s her next favourite millionaire ……… Malibu?? ……… NYC??……… another sad video cry for help ……… archificial ( firsts words) 🤣🤣🤣………… mad / bad & dangerous to know ……… “ it’s me, me film me!! ………… “ turn around!! “ ……… “ he’s not letting her agenda rule” ………” this is not up for debate “………… “yes ones looking forward to traveling up there “ ………” get in touch with the Gillie” …………… “ can one travel to ones other residence?…………… “ can’t find my bloody glasses, Sydney!!

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55. June 8

MM ANON ……D.O.J.……… A Stern retort. ………… the sept. Soothsayer ……… A 14 day suicide for the trade………… in court today ……… Beatrice tooo tu!! …………… wonderful Wessex……… more photos from Kate??? ……… no fuss birthday ………… “ shall one suggest a gathering of 8 .” ………” no, silly’ Balmoral?? ……… MM desperatum iri videbatur……

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56. June 9

MM ANON ……… everyone and their brother,brother ……… wow!! What a photo Kate!!…………… little Louis gets a surprise …………… a well rounded future of three( four) ……… A birthday tic-toc dance………… “ do Catherine , come and bring the children “………… “maybe a change of routine “………… “ Both of you are an example hope”……… “ yes George,I’ll see if we can get to a match”

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57. June 10

MM ANON … Gone……………everything is now B&W…………… “ but’ tomorrow is another day”………… “ but old thing, I look like bloody Bela Lugosi” ………… “ shutup Philip”……… “ just Take the bloody picture “.………”they’ve hardly ever been on a train William “………… “ yes , they’d be very excited 😜 “ ………… 🎼we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow 🎼…………… she lies for exposure……… yachting’ secret exposure !! …………… this time it’s explosive!! ………… “ great scoop Beth.”

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58. June 11.

MM ANON …… dib dib dib……… one metre before July …………care-ing monarch online ……… 🎼What picture,what a photograph 🎼………… DOC museum of photography ? ………. Columbus falls……… “ I shall insist it’s the best TTC old thing “ …………a trace race. ………… Sunday Balmoral?? ………… “ plenty of fresh air for them” ……… “ in the lodge” ……… “C&C can stay here” ……………” your good at this zoom lark old thing “…………… “Group Of eight, a dinner party

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59. June 12

MM ANON …… for the anon who thinks she has superior knowledge of the riddles and has a problem with the wonderful interpretations of LK and pg. ……… I suggest you join the other ignorant anons who pay us a fleeting visit ……………THEN DISAPPEAR!! Skippy, we’re the ones who love you 💜💜💜💜💜

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60. June 12

MM ANON …… my BFF , sacked……… mr President,welcome ……… on mental health ‘ goal……… “they’ll still turn up old thing “………… “ they won’t see anything Philip “ ……… Boris,incandescent!! ……… “🍕 Pizza night children “………… “ thecrown old thing “ ……… “ NO!!” ………… “ we haven’t finished peakyblinders” ……… “ bloody brummies” ……… “ PHILIP!!………… Sydney ‘ we’re out of your refreshment sir “ ………… WHAT!!

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61. June 13

MM ANON …HMTQ was social distancing ……… beautiful in blue……… “ amazing bloody parade “…… to Broach the subject …… “ you looked magnificent old thing”. ……… KHAN GET IT RIGHT …… a WEE disturbing …… hugs 🤗 not bugs……… the China syndrome ……… open market 😱😱😱………… won’t ring Beijing …………… “ Ahhh, Sydney, you refreshed the refreshments “ ………” ignore him Sydney “………… “ I found an old vidio TTC , 1975 Old thing, our favourite hits” ……… “ those were ones days” ………” we looked the mutts-nuts old thing

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62. June 14

MM ANON …… Adeleville……… Westfield?? ………… Charlottes delivery …………… 🎼grab the cash with both hands🎼………… another scam charity …………… she’s a race… ist ………… she publishes the book ………………… we will destroy her, we have the tapes…… “ no more Mrs, nice ma’am!! “ ………… “ ones gloves are orf Christopher ………… “ it was a very good year,old thing “.

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63. June 15.

MM ANON ……… Shetland lift-off……… LIZA with a ‘ don’t know em……………” it’s shopping Jim, but not as we show it……… “ matter of fact it’s all dark” …………… first jet easy ………… Brexit,old white guys drinking a lot. …………… a moment of reckoning ……… a virtual Wimbledon?? ………… Catherine to the rescue …… “ Ahhh , a relaxing night old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s provided a new box set” …… “Boardwalk Empire” ………“ bit violent old thing” ……… “ Epic Philip!!”…… “ones usual Sydney “………… “great!! No bloody tic toc.

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64. June 16

MM ANON …… “she Ascot nothing on me” ………… para-thanks William ……… PC , LOST weight??…………Oxford,Oxford ……… STIR-oid ………U-Turn dinner …………… falling tragedy ………… the Paris peasants are revolting ……… ……… “ we can still dress-up cabbage 🥬 “ ………… “Anne, my yellow ensemble”……… “Sydney ‘ a photo”………… “that’s a keeper, old thing” ……… “ here we go , tic-toc, the three of them” ………… “O, and Catherine!!” ………… “ ehhhh, And William “ ………… “ make it a double Sydney “…… “ how entertaining Philip “

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65. June 17

MM ANON … Goal no goal, offside!! …………red zone……… rear ended,whoops!! ………… saliva sample ………… another rally?? …………… a £ 900,000 paint job. ………… madam NYC incognito …………ZOOM to William ……… mutant outbreak confirmed ……………… NDA bombshell. …………joining the UN? …………… Chile lockdown ………”how many episodes old thing “ ………… “ yes , that Nucky chappie is a tad violent” ………… “ she’s meeting at Wimbledon “……………… “ Nanny’s taking them to the zoo”

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66. June 18

MM ANON ……… “NEVER………… “ ………” mon dieu” …… 🎼some sunny day 🎼……… “ good to meet again Mr President “………air corridor ……… “ to be honest,he was an obnoxious old bastard” ……… world beating 🍒……… non app- licable …… “ Bolt-hole. ………… self interest ……… BOE- more money!! …………… pepper sprayed……… “ O Philip, it’s the last one “……… “Always Downton Abbey old thing”

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67. June 19

MM ANON …… HMTQ boost……… cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ……… September kids ………… hack Australia ………… Bei-ching ………… Charlotte & George together ………… no longer alert ?? ………… “ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” ………debt, what debt? ……… slave day………… ONS………… “ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ……… 🎼teach your children well🎼………… “Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… 🎼swing low,sweet chariot 🎼………… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

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68. June 20

MM ANON ……… Hello!! ………… “ It’s a rally Jim , ……… viva espana ………… 🎼drink, drink, drink,🎼…………… black wall……… MM , another agenda!! ………… bollotics ………… “ Kate and William,the children are with nanny “ ………… “ Dover Sole and lemon parfait old thing “………… cream caramel,and Irish coffee Sydney!! ………… “September 9th ma’am. …… “ Stay over Catherine “

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69. June 21

MM ANON … give us a hug………… Duchess of Cambridge Royal collection ……… in the footsteps of lord Lichfield ………… EOS C700 Christmas present … … “ slow the testing down”…………Kung-flu…………… Size matters………… reopening NYC……… “ get ya hair 💇🏽‍♀️💇🏼‍♂️cut” …………… “ 🙋‍♂️🙋‍♀️🍺 “ ………… Rachel for president?? …………… archificial daddy day?? ……… spotted in St Johns Wood.

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70. June 22

MM ANON ……… noose-car……… Ahhhh, Germany……… BOE-meltdown ………… free at last………… testing the TEST!! 🏏……… Terrorisk ………… ONE ,small step………”I think She’s turning Japanese”………… Saint Lennox …………… A rush of wind…………… “ well now you’re free to be reunited with the little monsters”……… “ bloody hell’ what a joy” ………… “ O Philip ‘ hugs 🤗 lots of hugs” ………… “ and live tic-toc , I can hardly wait “ ………” I’ll have to muster some liquid courage, Sydney!! “

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71. June 25

MM ANON ……”they seek him there” ……… your services are no longer required ……… street rumble ……… phwew, wot a scorcher………… we’ll fight them on the beaches ………… it’s sunburn Jim , but not as we know it ………… mutation sensation ……………🎼you’ll neeeeeeever walk alone🎼……………… sign on the million dotted line ………… take the TRASH out…………… “ a letter ma’am”.

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[evilroselalonde]

8 + Dirk and one of the Strilondes (up to you)? Obviously platonic. Please, no Epilogues/HS^2. I don't know what to say here but my message sounds too curt/borderline impolite if I don't say something else so... I hope the prompt floats your boat! Have a nice day.

ANON I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH OOOOOOOOOOOH

i went with rose, and i set it post game (NOT the epilogues)!!! i liked writing this!

 Prompt from this! list! feel free to send me a number with two characters!

Alrighty here’s the story!

Now one can forgive Rose for falling out of her bed when one realises that knocking is a rarity in the Strilonde-Maryam-Vantas-sometimes-Calliope household. Roxy usually forgets to, Dave doesn’t care (“its sibling bonding Rose every good sister has a brother ready to barge in at a moments notice c’mon”), and her and Kanaya share a room so she can’t expect her girlfriend to knock everytime she comes into her own room for god’s sake. So Rose picks herself up, dusts herself off and goes to answer the door with an air of dignity. 

If you had made Rose guess who would be at her door her first guess would have been Karkat. Then Calliope. Then June or Jade, possibly over to hangout. Dirk would have made the list, but he would have been much further down. And yet, here he was, standing at her door looking like he thought she wouldn’t answer or maybe like he regretted even knocking. Rose allows him the dignity of speaking first. 

“Hi.” He wasn’t giving her much to work with here was he? 

“Hello Dirk. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Rose does not cross her arms over her chest, she knows the basics of body language *thank you*, but she does lean against the doorframe. Dirk fidgets in place. 

“Can I come in?” Rose permits a raised eyebrow. Wow she is off her game today. Still she steps aside and opens her arms, the gracious host she is. “The floor is yours good sir.” That gets a small smile out of him and Rose feels a ping in her heart. He is family, same as Dave and Roxy and she barely knows him. 

They stand in her room, awkwardly shuffling in place on the shag rug Kanaya insisted was purely for aesthetic purposes for at least a minute before Rose (she refuses to call it giving in, or surrender) takes a seat back on her bed. She pats the space next to her and swallows down any anxieties about how messy her room was. She’s seen his, it’s infinitely worse. Dirk takes his seat next to her, still tense, still fidgeting, this time with the edges of his shirt. 

“Dirk, it would help if you would just cut to the chase, you obviously want something. You can just say it.” Rose was never known for her patience. Dirk sits up straighter, before he sighs and curls forward. Looking at him now Rose can see their similarities. They have the same nose, the same hands. The same details carved around their mouths and eyes. The same tiredness. 

“This is gonna sound weird and out of nowhere and it’s weird that I’m asking you of all people but you’re gonna give me a straight answer, so I’m just gonna ask you. Do you hate me?” And wow Rose is o for three today. She was expecting ‘can I borrow a condom’ or ‘can you knit me a rainbow dash hat’ not this insanely deep question. Her shocked silence is clearly setting off the alarm bells in Dirk's head, because he stands up, stammering about “wow jesus that was rude I shouldn’t have, y'know what I actually have work to do-” but no one gets away from Rose Lalonde that easily, and as he’s walking away, before he can leave her space, Rose grabs his wrist and yanks him back onto the bed. Maybe not her smartest move but it shuts him up and keeps him from leaving. Rose takes a breath, and steadies herself.

“Dirk. I don’t hate you. Why would I?” Real eloquent Lalonde, but hey it's working, Dirk is still and he is very obviously trying not to look simultaneously relieved and horribly uncomfortable. ‘Hey that makes two of us.’ Rose thinks to herself. 

“I don’t know? I just know you would give me a real answer if I asked you. And I want to hear something real. God this is so weird fuck.” Dirk says it in one breath, actively avoiding looking at her. 

“That is a solid reason I *suppose* I still want to know why you think I would hate you? Not to state the obvious but we can hardly be considered “close”.” Rose may not be the best person at this whole “feeling emotions” thing but god, looking at Dirk trying to make himself appear smaller (and he already *is* small, god), pulls on her heart the same way that looking at Dave curled in on himself with a cold on the meteor did, and the same way she felt when Roxy pulled her into her room at midnight panicking because she was sure she’d woken up back in her old home alone again. She feels this deep connection to them all, and she knows the whole “blood family” idea is stupid but they are her family and she loves them all fiercly, even this boy who she needs to know better. 

Rose takes action as he tries to find his words, and reaches over to grab his hand. See she’s making an effort. See she wants to know him. Dirk’s eyebrows go up and he swallows once then breaths deep. 

“You know Dave. You know what his Bro. Did. You’re so similar to me but I’ve watched you, you’re fuller? More secure. I didn’t think that you actually hated me, I guess I just wanted the reassurance from someone. You. Not just that you didn't detest my very being but that, if you didn’t dislike me I could be more like you? Or something like that. Jesus I sound like an anime character don’t I?” Rose blinks once, processing as fast as she can. It’s not like she doesn’t know how similar she and Dirk are (Roxy brings it up *often*) but she always pictured him on the pedestal. Maybe she was wrong to ever imagine a pedestal in the first place. 

“I’m not going to lie, that was a lot.” Dirk’s mouth draws into a thin line. 

“Yes I know some of what Dave’s Bro did to him, and as much I detest him, I do not hold you to the same caliber. I’m trusting you to be better, the same as Dave is, and despite his awful taste in music and movies, I trust Dave’s judgement.” Dirks shoulders sink. Good she’s getting through to him. This isn’t a therapy session, he doesn't need a diagnosis. This is one hundred percent pure family bonding time. Rose tells herself she has this again.

“As for our comparison, I can’t deny the similarities, but I have to tell you we are both our own people capable of good and bad. Overwhelmingly I would say we are good people, but we all have horrible moments. Remind me to tell you about my grimdark period sometime, it is an interesting tale.” Rose almost goes into it then and there but Dirk takes a deep wet breath and scrubs at his eyes. Rose pales. “Oh fuck I fucked it up” she panics hands fluttering around her own face.

“No it’s just. I’m being sappy. That was something I needed to hear. So thank you? God I’m a mess don’t look at me-” Dirk pushes his glasses up as he scrubs at his eyes, smiling, a deeply relieved smile, mostly to himself. Rose lets out a breath, almost a laugh. Looking at her (brother? father?) family sitting across from her Rose feels the same bubble of warmth grow in her chest. It swells up and then she has her arms around Dirk. 

“I hope this is okay.” She whispers, bumping her head into his. “Yeah this is great” Dirk sighs out, settling against her. 

Rose may have work to do, but hey who doesn’t. But this, sitting on her bed clutching her family close to her is some sort of progress for both of them, and she’ll take it.

#dirk strider #rose lalonde #homestuck #pesterquest #nyx.ans #nyx.wrt #this is probably out of character but its my writing and i can talk about dirk and rose being family if i want #also obviously tag as ship and get blocked

[devil-in-those-eyes]

Gone Chp 4! Jack G Story!

Hello! I didn’t think I would post anymore because I didn’t think anyone was actually reading this, but thanks to a couple anons, I decided to post!

           Upon getting that text message, you immediately called Brenda, already annoyed with a conversation that you hadn’t even had yet. You didn’t understand what she wanted from you, you had already called her last night so she could come clean up their act, that was enough. Brenda picked up on the second ring and you spoke immediately, “What is it, Brenda?”

           You and Brenda had never liked one another, she was helping the guys with their music and getting them into the world, but she was a little slow on getting them away from the toxic people that Jack let into his life. She knew about all the times that Jack drank too much, did too many drugs and partied too hard, all because people pressure him, but she wasn’t doing much to rewind it. Too Brenda you were the overprotective childhood best friend, that wasn’t good for his image because girls always liked artists who were single and ready for groupies. And even though he had dated other girls, they were the gorgeous ones and you were the one always by his side and always being rumored to being his girlfriend, either that or the one he cheated on his real girlfriends with. You were almost positive Brenda threw a party when you dropped all ties with Johnson and Jack, finding a place in the heart of downtown LA with Maggie.

           “I thought you’d like to know how it went with the label.”

           You sat there, shocked to not hear a tone in her voice, meaning that the meeting went a little more south than she originally claimed. You pulled your legs into your chest and rested your back against the headboard, “Were they dropped?”

           “No,” Brenda said then sucked in a deep breath, “but Jordan and Jeremy are now making Jack go see a counselor, along with drug tests and Johnson has to make him take a breathalyzer. They’ve also banned him from having contact with Val and her friends.”

           “Good,” you said slowly, feeling a smaller wave of relief hit you. It was about time.

           Brenda went silent for a moment, so silent that you actually looked at your phone to see if she was still there, but when you put the phone back to your ear, she began speaking with words leaning towards appreciative, “Listen, Y/N, I know we never got along, but I just wanted to apologize. I should’ve seen what was happening to him while he was with her, this has been a long time coming and eventually they will understand why you did what you did.”

           “Being apart of the music industry doesn’t mean they have to party and drink all the time, Brenda,” You told her, “not if it means them getting hurt.”

           “I know,” Brenda agreed, “it’s not until now that I realize around you, Jack was who he needed to be. Around Val, it was nothing but drunken, nasty fights. You are good for him, Y/N. I hope you don’t shut him out now that he’s getting help”

           You sighed but Brenda didn’t wait for a response, “I just wanted to call and let you know what happened, and to say thank you.”

           “You’re welcome,” you told her and hung up the phone. You slid back down under your covers and turned on your tv because fuck this.

Jack-

           This was the last place I wanted to fucking be and I had one person to blame for this.

           Y/N.

           “Let’s start with something simple,” Nadia, my counselor, said while sitting on a blue chair across from me. I raised an eyebrow and she said, “like who Jack is to you.”

           “My best friend,” I told her, crossing my arms over my chest.

           “I’ve been told you have known each other since kindergarten,” Nadia commented and slid one knee over the other, settling comfortably back into her chair while I felt completely out of place.

           Her office walls were an off white, every light in the room gave off something warm, and she actually overlooked a crowded street in LA. In any other scenario I would have enjoyed the view, because after chasing my dreams for five years LA has become my home and I loved everything about it, but I didn’t want someone picking apart my life. I knew where it went wrong, I mean for the love of God I had been there, but I was too stubborn to own up to my mistakes to anyone outside of mine and Jack’s friendship.

           “Jack says that you guys got along over the fact of the shared name and t-shirt.”

           I looked away from the view and at her, “How did you know that, an interview?”

           “No,” Nadia said, still giving me patience despite how uncooperative I was being. She smiled graciously, no hidden smirk behind it, “I talked to him yesterday.”

           “Excuse me?” I asked her, “Jack wasn’t the one sent to you, I was.”

           She still wore the gracious smile, her shoulders straight and showing no signs of giving in during this stand off of ours. I wanted her to give in and send me on my way, lying to the Label and telling them that I did as told, whereas she wanted me to give in and spill every dirty little secret inside my closet. She glanced down at her painted nails before looking back up at me, “Jack, I understand that you don’t want to be here because you think you don’t need help, but you’re wrong. I’m here to help you, Jack is here to help you.”

           But Y/N isn’t here to help me. The thought appeared inside my head before I could correct it, and stop it from ringing inside my head. I was torn between missing her, wanting my best friend back in my life, and blaming her for putting me in the chair I was sitting in.

           I looked away from her and out at the view, trying to keep Y/N out of my mind but it wasn’t working. “If you just let me help, Jack, this would be a lot less painful.”

           I looked back at her, “What is it you want to know, exactly?”

           “Everything,” she shrugged simply. “Getting everything out is the best thing for you,” she spoke again and watched me. I was so used to the judgement behind everyone’s eyes, it came with the territory with what Jack and I decided to do for the rest of our lives, but I was surprised to see everything besides judgement in Nadia’s eyes. She was still holding onto her patience, and instead of being a counselor she should have been a teacher because only teachers are granted this kind of patience. Nadia gave up on waiting for some sort of communication from me and said, “I know you believe Y/N is the reason you’re stuck here.”

           “Excuse me?” I asked her, my eyes narrowing in at her as soon as her name fell from Nadia’s lips. “Jack told you this?”

           “He told me everything there is to know about you and Y/N’s friendship,” Nadia confirmed, “because unlike you, he and Brenda think she is your best bet.”

           “Meaning?”

           “Meaning,” Nadia took in a deep breath and let it roll out of her mouth smoothly, as if at ease while watching me squirm, “that if Jack and Brenda can’t pull you out of this Alice in Wonderland hole, then Y/N sure as hell can.”

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