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Tarantism

daydreamdrabbles:

(To the anon who requested this with any ship, I decided to go with grimdorks since I’ve haven’t written that yet and the idea seemed to fit well with them! I hoped I did the word justice! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! c:)

And there she was, a very somber Rose staring at her dead mother though the magic cueball. Not to mention as well that her grimdarkness had enveloped her entire body at this point. You really hated these new plot-hole jumping powers sometimes. They always seemed to bring you to the wrong place and the wrong time.

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He Never Knows When to Stop

midnightwhitehare:

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Why yes I can anon!

Pairing: John/Rose

Warnings: NSFW, stuffing, weight gain

Description: Rose notices something odd about John’s eating habits, and decides to treat him by feeding him.

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lightrises:

bnmmmf thank you for the resend anon <333!! /tucks rest under a read more….. because. AHEM

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Anonymous said: can i request some grimdorks? anything grimdorks

horriblething:

[Quick little future fic snippet!]

When he gets into his office for break, Rose is there waiting for him and there’s more stuff on his desk.

(A wind up robot, a hopping Godzilla, and three little rubber monster ladies to complete the set already started there.)

“Rose, I’m running out of space here! Can’t you store your weird knick knacks some where else? Like your own office?” There’s practically no space for him to put his lunch down!

“Well technically yes, but I can’t have my students knowing that I like things like this I have my reputation to maintain after all. You, John, are a “cool” teacher.” Rose makes air quotes around the word cool and John would probably be offended if anyone besides Rose did it. Besides, the older he gets the less he cares even the tiniest bit about coolness. “It is accepted that your office will be a house of frivolity and hijinks.”

“It’s too bad that they don’t get to see this part of you. The frivolous hijinks part.”

Rose waggles the little monster finger puppets on her hand.

“I think I like it better this way, though. When there are things just for us.”

And he kind of has to agree.

Three’s Company (5)

canalsobemoe:

part 4 | part 6

You wake up in definitely not your bed. There’s not nearly enough space and some jackass is taking up like half of it- wait what happened, last thing you remember is something about the middle of Highlander. You scuffle around, messing up a blanket that looks a lot like Rose’s handiwork. Sollux groans and rolls over you. You hear a very suspicious click, and worm your way up to see a blurry Rose leaning over the back of the couch with what’s gotta be her phone.

“This is incredibly adorable. Thank you, John, for your participation in creating my new wallpaper.”

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Anonymous asked you: can i request grimdorks fanfic? for a prompt, maybe them trying to cook together?

biblioholic93:

“No, you idiot, you gotta turn it flipwise.”

“John….”

“No, seriously though you gotta-”

“I’ve got it, Johnathan.”

“But yo-”

“Stop trying to help!”

“YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!”

“Wha, JOHN WHAT-”

Paff. A very viscous half done pancake, burned slightly, contacted the ceiling and thereafter remained.

Rose turns her head to narrow her eyes at her partner.

John bites his lip, and tries not to grin.

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calliopin-around:

pairing: johnrose

word count: 250

tags: smooches, awkward teenagers

sorry its so short :o

“This is, um…”

“Weird?”

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Anonymous said: can i request something grimdorks with rose sending risque photos to john

nakedoof:

why yes you absolutely can
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Your name is John Egbert, and at this point, you really should have known better.

You should have known by the unlabeled file sent to you without so much as a “hello” that opening them would be a bad idea. Or really, since this was Rose, you should have known that trusting any image she sent you would only end in disaster.

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geistygeist:

Oh hey I did a flashfic prompt a while back and was too tired to post it then forgot about it completely. Here it is! An exact 100-worder too, and I went a bit stream of consciousnessy towards the end.

She’d counted at first, Rose had, counted John’s strokes, counted the powerful, pistoning thrusts he pressed on her, so eager to tabulate, analyse, appraise, but she’d fallen by the wayside halfway to her first orgasm, and now she didn’t know what she was doing, just moaning, screaming, revelling in her womanhood, legs on his shoulders cock spearing the very core of her over and over and she was howling for more he bent over kissed her on glossy black painted lips then her neck then he whispered:

“Here’s number two.”

and she came, convulsing, falling back, shouting out his name.

some kind of snibit thing

the-foxiest-box:

So I’ve been developing the plot for a grimdorks AU that was brought up a while back, and I have a rough draft of a part of one of the chapters here.

I just thought I might post it since the theme this week is music. :o

Like I said though; this is a first draft. It’s rocky, choppy, and not to well written yet. It also ends abruptly, whoops.

Also here, you might want this.

            You’ve always enjoyed the way the bow glides over the strings. Your fingers dance and jump across the set of strings in perfect timing. The whole act in itself is perfection which is quite satisfying to you. You always make time for yourself to play alone after school. It was a great way to cool down after another day full of stupid people and rude remarks. You’ll admit that you are not actually supposed to be in the music room right now, however. The time is three o’ clock, and you were expected to be in the school psychologist’s office for counseling over ten minutes ago.

            You face the windows of the darkened room and continue playing despite your worries. You hate counseling anyway. The way they treat you like some sort of a broken toy really pisses you off. Focus, Rose, focus. Focus on the song. All of that stress can float away with the music that is drawn from under your bow. You don’t give a damn where you’re supposed to be, because right now, you’re free as a bird.

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liongirl5:

"Rooooose."
"John."
"Pleeeaaase can we play this piece together?" John groans as he holds the sheet music in front of her.

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saccharinescorpion said: JohnRose fanfic prompt? How about... John tries to knit something to impress Rose and it ends up coming out really weird

joeythegardener:

*cracks knuckles*

"Seriously John. You have to come out of there sometime. We’re going to be late."

"No seriously Rose, I’m good. I’ll be out when it’s time to go."

"Six hours John. You have been in your room for six hours."

"Look, I’m doing fine, why don’t you just…I don’t know, read? Yeah, reading. You like reading. Just read until I come out, okay?"

"We better not be late John."

Rose sighs as she returns to her room. Ever since they started living together, John has always been like this, always acting so awkward around her. It was obvious he had something planned, another attempt to bolster his ‘prankster’s gambit’ as he liked to call it. There was little doubt that she was going to find out just what he had planned to prank her.

He always puts so much effort into his little plans too. For Valentines Day he had got Rose custom chocolates that were made to look like little squids, then made various quips as she ate them. At least the candy was delicious.

Rose sits down on the edge of her bed and does indeed start reading. But that could only hold her interest for so long. Her mind decides to keep up with something tangible, something that she can work at with her fingers. Thank goodness John introduced her to knitting all those years ago, it was a rather calming practice.

She gets up to look for her yarn and needles. Except they can’t be found. Rose wanders all around her room looking for the blasted things and they are nowhere in her room. This was indeed a strange event, where could they be? Did Jaspers somehow run off with the ball of yarn again? Or…

Of course.

He goes back to John’s room and swings the door open. John is sitting at his desk chair, blushing heavily in surprise once she enters. But that is not the oddest thing in the room right now. What is odd is the utter jumble of yarn at John’s hands, wrapped haphazardly around the sewing needles, tangling his fingers, knotting over each other in some kind of…thing.

"May I pray tell ask what this was supposed to be?"

"A knit hat…I was kinda hoping that I could be able to figure out how to knit so you could wear something I made for your for our date. But instead it sorta turned into one of your grimdark monster thingys. Heheh…whoops."


Rose couldn’t help but let a warm smile stretch slightly across her lips. She walks over to John and starts untying the chaotic strands of yarn. Which is a challenge in itself because good lord John, it was a noble effort but how did you even get this far. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll show you how.”

"But what about our-"

She kisses John on the cheek. He immediately shuts up and looks bashfully back at the pandemonium surrounding his hands. 

"I’ll teach you tonight."