#brandi answers

[softpine]

I'm not laughing at you! I followed your phan blog because I like your excitement!

excitement left the building an hour ago we just found out their anniversary date and dan is giving phil a lap dance in drag nothing is funny anymore it's extremely serious

[ivorydragoness44]

Hi! Is there a part 2 to this? I looked on your Masterlists but couldn't find one

Hi :) Unfortunately, there is no Part 2 to Ahkmenrah x Reader: Sarcophagus. I honestly didn't know anyone wanted one. But I'll make a note for myself to think of ideas for a Part 2 😊 Thank you

[meet-the-courier]

"FEELING LONELY THIS VALENTINES? LOOKING LOOKING LOOKING FOR HOT SINGLE tamales recipes IN YOUR AREA?? AREA CODE 666 Or maybe you just need A HAND WITH THE RECIPE recipe for TRUE LOVE? LOOK no further CALL IN NOW TO 555-0001(KISS) Tune into HOT 102.7 FM for all your R&B TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE click this link FOR SINGLE BOTS looking for NETFLIX AND CHILL? Hm.

Find me now. Before someone else does. - Haruki Murakami " Don't let go, Jack. TITANIC IN THEATERS NEAR YOU."

//ooc WELL WELL. It seems we've got a newcomer sliding boldly in on THIS Valentines. Just *who* is this mysterious bot? A courierbot..and he calls himself Bronco? Aint that interesting.... What does he want, what can he do? And why is my inbox FULL of spam emails?? I guess all we can do is wait and see what he says. Link links to his toyhouse ! Hope yall like him! He'll be open for asks from here on <3

annnnd how my other guys' valentines will look LMAO

[utilitycaster]

youve converted me i started midst i fucking love it

IT'S WORKING

everyone listen to midst they have

middle aged black woman who is good at everything except charisma-based skills, is the protagonist of every Johnny Cash song

poorest little meow meow trapped in the Illusion of Choice maze what neuroses will he develop

what if the tin man were chronically ill and into gallows humor and insider trading

[kittyball23]

What kind of relationship do you imagine Bruce and Brandy's children having with their uncles. Do you think they all individually have a favourite or do you think they as a group bond with one of them more than the others?

Do you think they'd get along well with their unofficial aunts, Poppy and Viva?

Hmm... I think each of them have a favorite, and I think it is for the differing personalities I assume they have :)

Like, for example, his daughter who spoke about the government sounds a bit intellectual, so she and Clay would probably have some serious talks

Ketchup Kiddo probably doesn't think things through (a fault I headcanon John Dory has) which is probably why he ended up in the ketchup bottle in the first place. He and JD would get along.

Floyd would become a favorite since he'd probably spoil the kiddos with cookies and other treats. Branch would probably try his best in keeping them in line, but fail, since they'd easily rope him into their antics (particularly when they ask him to sing for them)

Poppy seemed pretty enthused discovering Bruce had kids in the first place, and encouraged the kids in getting hyped for their dad's performance, so I think they'll like her.

And, given that Viva has been officially described as "Poppy x 1000," I think she will definitely be getting along with the children as well 🙂

[simplydannie]

Vivian and Brandy getting along with their hot husbands>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Haii Pookie!

Those girls are totally all over their husbands no lie! Both being VERY affection towards them. But I can totally see Vivian and Brandy sitting down at the mini bar with a drink or two and just gushing about their husbands!

[brandycranby]

A Cornucopia for You!

From: @levans44

Ransom Drysdale; secret dating, hand kink, size kink; bookstore, academia; smut

You came here all the time, a small bookstore just off campus that held a few copies of books that the library didn’t. And, of course, some novels you’d purchase here and there for your own private reading collection. It was your haven, your safe space, a place where your heart beat slower despite the iced coffee you’d sip as you skimmed though pages at your usual table.

Except, something was distracting you out of the corner of your eye. The gold glint of a pinky ring attached to a big hand holding an old leather-bound book. Thick and surprisingly nimble fingers flipped the pages, although you knew that wasn’t a reading pace, and when you looked up, icy blue eyes weren’t even on the novel. They were on you.

Your cheeks instantly grew warm and your thighs pressed together on instinct as you pushed yourself out of your chair. Perhaps a walk through the aisles would be good to help you cool down, except your racing heartbeat had you moving swiftly. You looked behind you to make sure no one had followed just as you had reached the end of a shelf. As you turned the corner you were abruptly stopped by a wall.

Except…it was actually a chest. A broad, firm chest, covered in a sweater. The one you wore last week when you might’ve made him breakfast in his dorm while his roommates were out.

In a blink, your back was pressed up against the stacks, a warm hand brushing up the stocking on your thigh, reaching the bare skin under your skirt. You threw your head back, eyes threatening to flutter shut, but your logical brain was fighting to stay at the surface.

“Ransom. What are you doing here?” Your whisper was bordering on a little too loud.

He smirked so slyly, his eyebrow raising in tandem with a shrug. “Missed you, Princess. That a crime? Plus you look so cute when you wear your reading glasses.”

Your hand darted to his wrist as his finger began to trace over your slit in your cotton panties.

“No, but public indecency is. And I thought we couldn’t risk anyone seeing us together. Not yet at least.”

His presence was looming and you couldn’t deny that your stomach did a delightful swoop at the way he caged you in. The way you could tell his fiery blue eyes wanted you so badly. Which is why you didn’t contest as he pushed the gusset aside and slid a thick finger into your slick entrance as his head fell into your neck and he placed a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

“Right now, I don’t care if anybody sees. I just want you.”

i have so many questions!!!! why are we hiding 🥺 is he telling us the truth? maybe he never thought he'd go public and was fully intending on this being a secret one-sided thing and then he caught feelings??

"princess" is killing me, ugh ransom big hand signet ring EYE CONTACT??? i love him obsessed and confronting his feelings >:3

ty @bigtreefest, your cornucopias are bringing me so much joy!!! i hope u are having just as much fun writing and sharing them!!! and thank you @levans44 for the gift 🥺💕💕 mwah mwah you're all so dear to me

[madamsixx]

Well we can’t hear the episodes anymore but I’m sure sharise had a lot to say about Vince and I love that for her.

Let out the toxicity. I like the podcasts more than the ex wives of rock show because she says more but I mean when you have a reality show where it runs 30 min each and be a whole girls trip I guess that’s what happens

Oh, she definitely got out how she felt about Vince. But there were sweet things that she did say about him as well. Bobbie on the other hand doesn't play. She's straight up. And she doesn't like to sugarcoat anything. She's a tell-as-it-is type of person.

[kald-dal-art]

Brandy or tanner!

Already drawn Tanner, so why not draw the character that made me go

"Shit just got real!" when I read TBOSAS for the first time

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

Hi, Hello, I heard trolls requests were still open?

If so could I get some Bruce? Have a good night!

Brucey!

.

(Please do not use, trace, or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me first, thank you <3)

[empressgeekt]

Brandy Delta and Poppy hang out to talk about their boys

Brandy: So Bruce took the boys surfing. How long do you think we have until their finished?

Poppy: Until they get it right.

Delta: Or out do each other.

Viva: we should probably have the first aide kit ready

Floyd: *just here for the coffee* yep.

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Council of Sister-in-laws....and Floyd

[softpine]

now I must know how coco confessing to casper happened, and what his reaction was. PLEASE, BRANDI

i actually posted the outline for that scene here !!

coco is the one who first asked him out and kissed him too. prior to that, she was adamant about not wanting a relationship and casper wasn't going to push her into it. they became close friends and they even dated other people in this time, which got them into some toxic situations because they continued operating in exactly the same way they did before and didn't really care how their relationship looked to other people. their respective partners were never going to take first priority and everyone knew that. at a certain point coco was just like "there are a lot of reasons why this might not work, but what we're doing now is really stupid and i would rather go all in and fail than live a life of half truths" and casper was like "fucking finally <3"

fun fact, this is why i chose when harry met sally to play on the tv during casper and coco's first real conversation

[ivorydragoness44]

I want to say, I loooove your Groves X Reader Fandictions!!!! PLEASE write more :)))

Aww, thank you!! 🥰

I have one that I plan to finally post in May. But, I may post it sooner. (I was very recently rereading it for final edits. I just need like a final paragraph at the end AH!)

[viva-blur21]

Hey !!! Happy new year ! Also Brandy happy new year to you too !! Hope you are having a good time ! Here's some nice Bonnie cookies i made with my wife !! :D!

yummy 😋💜🍪

[kittyball23]

Could you please do a fanfic about Bruce and Brandi? I’ve always been in love with married couples and now I’m just in love with them and no one talks about them! It’s killing me! Maybe how they met or something but it’s okay if you can’t. ☺️

Sure thing! I like this ship, too :)

Meeting You (a Trolls fanfic)

Slowly, but surely, Spruce came back into consciousness.

He hadn’t quite remembered when he had been knocked out, and was still not in the right mindset to remember exactly how, either. His head was fuzzy, throbbing with a dull but persistent aching, and his whole body felt like someone had beaten him senseless. He willed himself to move, but was unable to find the energy to do so just yet. Everything seemed heavy, his muscles burning with soreness and protesting against anything that would require him to shift his position.

Suddenly, somewhere in his mind, he had a dreadful thought. Maybe I'm… dead.

But his conscience was adamant to not believe that. He couldn't be dead! The life he'd had was a short one, barely two decades worth of existence, and it would be unthinkable that it could end so soon. 

Straining to search for any sign that it wasn't true, Spruce honed in on his senses, trying to pick out anything indicative that he was not, perhaps, actually dead yet. It took a second, but soon he heard it - the sound of a voice, worried at that, and a little muffled, coming from nearby. And, as his hearing equalized back to its normal level of sharpness, he came to note that it was, in actuality, coming from right above him.

"Come on... wake up..."

He felt what seemed to be a large hand pressing down on his chest, pumping rhythmically up and down against his sternum.

"Come on," it came again, in a desperate whisper this time. The pumping continued and, with the building of pressure within him, Spruce felt a substance rise in his throat, salty and acidic, and finally a violent cough sputtered out of him. He gasped for air, hacking hard for a few moments before it finally subsided. Then, slowly, he forced open his heavy eyelids. His vision swam for a moment before focusing enough to make out the basic shapes composing a face. A tall, blurry, indistinct figure hovered over him, outlined by a stunning halo glow that, if possible, made him feel even more breathless than he already was. Hoarsely, he managed to find the ability to speak.

"Am... am I in heaven?"

A light, feminine laughter met him. "No... but I guess this place comes as a pretty close second."

This place? Spruce rubbed his eyes, blinked a few times to adjust to the harsh, bright lighting, and  squinted. Now that he could see clearer, he made out the powdery white sand underneath his body, and the thick jungle-like foliage some distance behind him. Blue waves crashed at a shoreline several yards away from where he lay, in the company of whom he presumed to have been his rescuer from whatever the accident was that he'd endured. She was not a Troll, that much was clear, but what creature she was, he couldn't say he had a clue. But, even with the intriguing felt texture of her skin, stringy yarned hair, and puppet-like features that devised her characteristics, there was still something awfully alluring about her.

She was staring down at him with large, dark eyes, her expression filled with concern. "I was worried I'd have to do CPR. Are you okay?" she asked.

Suddenly, even in his withered state, Spruce felt the need to turn up the charm. "Better, now that I'm with you," he purred seductively. Or, as seductively as he could. It was difficult to sound an ounce attractive when his voice sounded like it had been put through a meat grinder. Oh well. At least his abs would fill in where his words couldn't. He turned to lay fully on his back, so that the firm, pectoral muscles were very much visible, and continued. "But just to be sure, I wouldn't mind you performing some of that mouth-to-mouth." He winked and pursed his lips, waiting to see how she'd react.

There seemed to be a sparkling look in her eyes, like one of enchantment, and Spruce believed his captivating spell to be working... until she spoke.

"Hmm. I dunno, you seem pretty fine to me."

He took it in stride. "Oh, I am fine, baby. And so are you." Spruce smiled at her, and gave another quick wink. She laughed softly, rolling her eyes at him with obvious affection, and leaned over to gently pat him on the cheek. Spruce felt his insides flutter, though he remained outwardly cool. He didn't want to appear too eager - there was a certain method to his madness, after all.

A method, it seemed, that she wasn't going to so easily be played by.

"Nice try," she whispered, getting back up on her feet and starting to head off.

Spruce was surprised to see her go so quickly. "Wait! Miss, uhh... um..." He trailed off, not actually knowing what to call her.

"Brandy," she responded.

"Miss Brandy," he repeated smoothly, wondering if her lips tasted as subtly sweet as the drink that was her namesake, "you wouldn't just leave a gorgeous, hunk of man laying in the middle of the wilderness, would you?"

Brandy paused in her steps and turned to look back at him. She tilted her head and smirked. "Maybe," she said coyly, "if he was uninjured and more than capable of walking back to town after a few minutes of rest."

Shoot, Spruce groaned inwardly. While feeling a tad bit bruised from the rough waters that had tossed him in the first place, he sported no major traumas on his body. He'd be more than capable of doing what she'd said without so much as a problem. A tad exasperated that this was not going the way he'd wanted it to, Spruce sighed. "Come on, girl, I'm trying here!"

Brandy chuckled. "Well then, I guess you'll just have to try a little bit harder then, huh?"

Spruce watched her saunter towards the trees, a small grin stretching across his features as he remained mesmerized by the slight sway her hips made with every sashaying step she took. After a few moments, she called over her shoulder.

"You're welcome for saving your life, by the way!"

And with those parting words, she slipped into the treeline, leaving him alone to stammer one meager, lovestruck reply.

"Th-thanks!"

[mending-up-your-fences]

Follow up question to top 10 Brandi Carlile covers:

What cover do you want for her to do that she hasn’t done yet?