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The Anon Questions And Other Anon Things Meme
The Anon Questions And Other Anon Things Meme
In this meme, the muns can post anon questions, anon fanmail, and many other things.
[The Rules]
1. Post as your characters, and write down the name, canon, preferences, etc.
2. Go around and find another character, go anon, and send them IC anon questions or anything else from the list of prompts. Making up your own anon thing is fine, too.
3. The anon muns can de-anon any time they want in the thread. Staying anon until the end is fine, too. Tag away, and be excellent to each other! No wank, please.
[The List Of Anon Things]
1. IC Anon Questions - They can be as ridiculous, serious or random as you want.
2. IC Anon Fanmail - The fanmail can be as sincere or insincere as you wish.
3. IC Anon Secret Messages
4. IC Anon Unwritten Letters - Unwritten letters are letters and messages people write to other people, alive or deceased, just to get things off their chest, without ever meaning to actually send them. However, the anon unwritten letters in this meme somehow manage to end up being sent to the character theyre're directed at, despite the fact that they were never meant to be sent in the first place.
5. IC Anon Glomping / Hugging.
6. Anything Else / Wildcard / Make up your own prompt!
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Don't quote Dolores Bloody Umbridge at me like you aren't obsessed with Harry Potter!
No, I am not having fun. Did you come here just to annoy me or was there something you wanted?
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You said it, not me.
[Because if the theme park in orlando didn't say he loved it, nothing would.]
having fun with my bunnies?
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[His cheeks go pink and he crosses his arms over his chest.]
No. They're being little brats. [... but, seriously.] You shouldn't pry into that subject. [It never ends well for either of them. :< ]
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[He wraps an arm around Arthur's neck and tugs him into a head nuggie. ]
Just saying you're a brat too, saying you don't miss me at all.
[he then stops and just stares right into England's green eyes with his blue ones.]
Do you still promise?
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... does it really matter to you? [He looks away.] Everyone knows what you think of me and it's been nothing good, and very official since 1776.
[He turns his gaze back on America and his eyes are narrowed.]
No one misses someone they thought was a tyrant.
[He skilfully avoided answering the question.]
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But yelling is WAY easier!!]
Tea is hot grass and you know it! No one needs it THAT badly!
[He pinches the other's nose before turning his back so England can't see his face.]
But a hero never lies, no matter what age he is. I still promise.
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... And if you really mean that, you'll say it to my face. I didn't raise you to be a coward.
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...
[Alfred turns around and grabs England's tie, still blushing like crazy but looking really pissed too.]
I love you, you stupid tyrant! No one can upset you but me!
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If you loved me you wouldn't call me a tyrant! When the hell was I upset and why the hell are you playing this kind of prank?! [He slings his wand after pulling it out of thin air and suddenly, the hem of America's trouser leg is on fire.]
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In a move that only the US Navy Seals could pull off, Alfred took off his bomer jacket in one swift movement and threw it high above his head. In the next heart beat he was undoing his belt, flinging it off and flipping backwards in a way that kicked his pants clear behind him. In the next beat he's standing up again, the jacket falling on his head and covering the tears that are falling from his eyes.]
I can't do it anymore...
I'M SORRY
...
You could've just patted that out, you know. [He walks to America's trousers and puts the fire out. It was just a little one, hardly intended to actually hurt Alfred. He shakes them out and repairs them with a little magic.] I told you not to touch me and you didn't listen! You never listen.
[He throws the trousers over America's head on top of the jacket.]
Why can't you admit that I don't mean a bloody thing to you?! Why should I have to promise anything when you'll never hear it anyway?
[... he is unexpectedly, yet unsurprisingly, very upset. It is so hard for him to believe anyone, especially America, actually loves him.]
I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!
I'm not a cute child anymore, but I still love you.
[Alfred coughs, choking on his own tears.]
I've always loved you, but ... I just can't be that little kid anymore. I ... don't want to be him anymore. I want to be so much more...
<3
I didn't love you because you were a cute child, you git. [His tone is soft.] That certainly helped, of course, but that's not why; not the real reason.
I never stopped loving you but--I always thought you gave up on me.
... Now please, put your trousers back on. I fixed them. And dry your eyes. You're a grown man, chin up.
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I need a tissue.
[Because no american would EVER cary a girly handkerchief, kay?]
and some water.
[You know, so you'll LEAVE WHILE HE GETS DRESSED? He's still blushing here.]
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You can put your trousers on while I'm here. If you don't want to be a child, stop acting like one.