aphanon_meme | part 353 whalers on the moon

part 353 whalers on the moon

We've been here over a year now! I can hardly believe it! Dreamwidth's been pretty good, I'd say, with almost no downtime to speak of and all that! Anyway... how is your spring going? Or I guess it's almost summer, isn't it? Hopefully it's been well! I've been catching up on work and new movies, all very exciting stuff, I'm sure.

Enjoy part 353!

Latest Page

View flat!

*There is a rules page here. Please read it before reading and posting.

*There is a contact post here. Please use it for contacting me privately.

*There is a meme calender you can use for tracking and listing meme events!

*Dreamwidth, unfortunately, no longer supports any type of anonymous image posting.

*If you would like the Dreamwidth layout to look more like Livejournal's, you can use this workaround for your browser

Note: All entries prior to Part 331 originated on Livejournal.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

What are you working on right now? If you've been procrastinating, use this thread as the kick to get you on the move!

I'm thinking of picking up an old drabble I started back in the day but stopped because I forgot about it!

--

He dreamt of them last night. Cold and staring. Accusing him and yet forgiving him. He didn't know which made his stomach turn.

He did not often dream of them--he did not often think of them, in truth, although he knew they had what he considered a 'following' amongst the people, Russian and not. There were other people and other things and other pasts and futures to be thought of, and his mind as of late was constantly turning.

But when he did think of them, the thoughts were unwelcome, like his dream. He did not think of the daughters flitting about in white dresses and hats, giggling at (then polite, then respectful) soldiers and dancing on the deck of a yacht. He thought of them as they must have been that night--pale and screaming and then bloody and... well, bullets and bayonets had a tendency to disfigure one's face.

I'm trying to finish the last chapter of my current fic and it's like trying to run in a pool of tar. I feel like everything I write is lifeless and boring and that this chapter won't be able to offer the story a satisfactory ending. But I'll pull through somehow!

Good luck anon!

I've heard that the best advice to combat writer's block is to just keep writing, but for me personally taking a break and simply reading any kind of fiction works even better.

Thank you! I'm sure I'll feel more inspired once I get the current scene finished.

I don't want to distract you but I'm curious! What's the current scene about? If you feel like sharing of course.

It's a bachelor party scene for a human AU. I guess I'm stumped because I feel like a scene like this should be super funny and it's hard to handle so many characters at the same time.

Italy drapes himself over Germany, nuzzling at his side, and splays his hand across his stomach. He strokes the pad of his thumb over well-defined muscles and drags his hand lower, down to Germany's cock.

While his hand inches closer, Italy studies Germany's body, taking in the shape and size of him, the way the flush on his cheeks spreads to his chest, the way his skin and hair contrast with the black blindfold. Like he's memorizing a picture he'll paint later.

I'm working on something porny for one of those 60-minute challenges but I'm kind of too embarrassed to post it directly to the meme. :|a

Which characters does it feature?

Norway and Germany. \o/

Ooh, that's hot!

It is! \o/
Maybe I'll get over myself and post it once I'm on a proper computer. It isn't like anyone aside from flatviewers will see it, anyway.

I'll have to make sure to keep an eye on flatview, then.

"Oh so now you can see me!" Canada says gruffly, as though his voice has not been used all month. That is stupid. Russia of course has been singing loudly at the top of his lungs whenever he feels isolated and his voice is well-used and not gravelly like Canada's old-man voice. But slowly the gravel wears off. "Now that I've gone and made all of this, now you can see me!"

"I did not know you were here!" says Russia. "I would have said hello. Maybe you could even have some of my fish."

"You have - aargh!" Canada is annoyed and perturbed. "I don't need your fish."

"Well, what have you been eating?"

"I haven't - th-that's not important!"

"Don't be mad at me," Russia says.

I have to write this beach fluff fic for an exchange, and it's due tonight and I just arrrgh I want to nope so much out of it and write angry sex instead. And I can't really write fluff so I made them be stranded on a desert island where there is, incidentally, a beach. :c they will eventually fall in love. Maybe. oh god I don't even know.

If anybody knows how to write good, cheap, fluff out there, please, please send me some advice. :s

10000 comments

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

part 353 whalers on the moon

Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread

Re: Wip thread