#angrycatnoises

[nankodoujin]

(≧Д≦╬ ) *ANGRY MAID NOISES*

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[bansheesquad]

so I’m dying from work/stress related frustrations, exhaustion, migraine hangover and whatever weird shit the migraine pills do to me but yeah thinking about silly little modern Anne/Mary things and like:

Anne and Mary in bed in cute jimjams but Jack the cat (because Rackham is this tough old stray Anne found one night and he’s a scrapped, he’s got a chipped tooth and a missing chunk out one ear, possibly blind/partially sighted in one eye) hissing in Mary’s spot and Anne trying not to laugh when Mary is like ‘do I risk a hand turfing the little bugger out of bed’

Mary picking Anne up from her night job at the pub (a proper pub, like the ones in Glasgow because fuck you Glasgow pubs are the best pubs) (oh and Anne’s day job is being a florist because I like that shit)

Anne in lots of cute floral things

Mary similarly in cute floral tops that might be Anne’s because they ride up under her plaid shirts and she has jeans that are ripped at the knees and wears them tucked into her boots because again, I like that shit

Doing cute vlogs together, like it started with Mary running one about the stuff she does, just rambling but passionate vlogs about politics and philosophy (I think her and Adewale are like blog partners okay, this is the uni!au where they’re politics students and do proper activist stuff but Adewale also does economics and philosophy)

Anne also had a vlog and then her and Mary move in and do one together and it’s geared more towards young women and giving them advice and support

There is probably volunteering

Girl guides or brownies I’m undecided

Mary knits everyone beanies and scarves and gloves

Anne and Mary in a tiny flat with the tiniest kitchen where you have to squeeze past one another to get to the kettle and Mary sometimes catches Anne and waltzes her in this tiny space with the sink digging into their hips or sometimes she’ll dip and kiss her because I really really live for that shit

Honestly I don’t know but like things I will try to write one day when migraines and stress aren’t trying to rip my brain apart

and again, if you’ve got Anne/Mary prompts (or prompts for the ships I ship that you’ll find via the characters link thing on my tumblr) then ask away because I will add it to the neverending list of things I need to write.

[bansheesquad]

An Offer of Rawness

Sometimes when you whisper to old possibly magical ships, they might just listen a bit too well and land you in it, as Mary discovers when Anne wants answers.

@ ao3

[bansheesquad]

sing terribly afar

You are young and you will heal, Ah Tabai tells her in the days that follow, when the haze of pain and grief have lifted for a moment of perfect clarity, when she is so devastatingly, achingly alone.  He tells her it when she howls like the banshees in the stories she grew up with and again when the screams run out.

She is raw.  She is hollowed out. 

Mary's coat settles about her shoulders like a shroud and no one will ever say where they got it and she wraps herself in it, the sleeves too long and pretends that those are Mary's arms.

You are young and you will heal, Ah Tabai tells her when she turns her head and sobs, alternate bouts of gasping choking wretched awful things that jar her whole body (her body is healing, that pain where there was a child like Mary's only hers never lived, at least some piece of Mary is still out there in the world even if Anne cannot hold her) or silence where she can barely breathe for the rage and the hurt that threaten to swallow her.  She thinks she could drown in it.

You are young and you will heal, Ah Tabai tells her like it is a blessing and not a curse.  She has had stolen fleeting golden moments of happiness that wilt like every flower she and Jack and Mary ever twined in her red hair.  Red like blood, like Mary's lips (not the blood on her thighs, it was brown, it was wrong, she was already gone) and like the scrapes on her knuckles. 

Ah Tabai suffers her tempers more gracefully than any man she has ever known and his touch is so gentle when he takes her hands in his, when he washes the blood away, soothes the ache, binds them in crisp white bandages.  He loved Mary and Mary loved him and so in the absence of anyone else, they love one another.  She is not his student but Mary loved her and he says nothing when she wears the coat in waking and wraps herself in it to sleep.

Ah Tabai is old now but he was young and he has healed and it's only when she can finally sit on the sands to watch the ships and tides that she remembers that he didn't have to remind her that healing leaves a scar.

[doriansmoustache]

nose + hips!

My favourite scent/perfume and if I like to dance?

Hmmm, my favourite perfume would be the one I have now (Lust from LUSH), because it’s got sandalwood in it. My favourite scent would be the way the sea smells, or jasmine tea because that reminds me of good times c:

I love to play dancing games, if that counts? I don’t really do it often but I do enjoy it!

And thank you for asking! <3

[milesedgworth]

you'd be a cyborg warlord whose information network and powerful charisma foil any attempts at a coup. You rose to power to protect all ladies and after your defeat by the hero your loyal lieutenants continue to rule your realm until you can build yourself a new body. Your downfall is ordering all of your soldiers 'to capture her [the hero] alive'.

amazing this actually great i’d love to be a cyborg bad guy omG

[jewishlancelot]

angrycatnoises replied to your post:i woke up with the sparks nevada theme stuck in my...

yo me and bansheesquad are writing fic for anne/mary to fill the void do you have prompts

I DO NOT HAVE ANY PROMPTS but if i come up with anything good i will definitely let you know

the world needs all the anne/mary it can get

[arthruian]

I was going to reblog the REBLOG IF YOU KNOW HOW TO COOK thing from Elle but I figured she would give me this most disapproving look considering her cooking more or less kept me alive last year