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Take a pairing (or two+ characters), and put them in the Genremixer to generate fun tropey prompts! 

Hey Nonny! Uh-huh, hard to do it without repeating myself... 😟 But let’s give it go - thanks for the prompt! 😉

Hi my name is Major John “Golden Boy” André and I have long golden hair (that’s how I got my nickname) with glossy waves and a ash-blonde braid that reaches my mid-shoulder and baby blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Duke of Wellington (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to John Graves Simcoe but I wish I was because although he’s a raving psychopath, he’s also a major fucking hottie. I’m a gentleman and my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also an Adjutant General of the British Army, and in charge of British Secret Service in America where I’m for the fifth year (I’m twenty-five). I’m a New Romantic (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly red and gold. I love London Savile Row and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a red coat with gold-fringed epaulets, gold braid and gold buttons, white ruffled shirt and black riding boots. I was wearing just a smidgen of red rouge to highlight my cheekbones and a black tricorn on my head. I was walking outside Rivington’s Gazette. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of junior officers stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

It doesn’t really matter what you do or say I’m never going anywhere anyway ‘Cuz when I’m dying for you I’ve never felt so alive

Stone Sour, Song #3

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