aphanon_meme | part 363 paper snowflakes

part 363 paper snowflakes

It's... December! I can't believe it's almost the end of another year. Time is weird. Anyway! There's been a lot of neato Hetalia news in the meantime! That game ~~(that I can't get working but will look at videos and screencaps of so I can play vicariously)~~! The image of the first doll! The musical promo images!! What are you most excited for?

Enjoy part 363!

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wip it out

I finished that Netherlands/Japan fic that I'd posted a snip from a while back.

WIP-wise... Uh. I don't have anything that works well as an excerpt. :T And I'm not working on Hetalia stuff at this exact moment. But oh well, have some A Redtail's Dream nonsense.
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"... But I don't want to go back."

"You don't have to." Hannu sighed. Looked away from the window. Drained the sink, trying to get some sense of normalcy, even if his life was nowhere near normal anymore and hadn't been for way too long. "But someone has to take it back."

"You're going back there?"

"Well, who else?" Hannu turned to him. "It isn't like I want to! I want to go to bed. But I can't sleep with that standing outside my house. Can you?!" He gestured out the window at the ghost.

Ville looked over at it.

Hannu looked as well.

The ghost stared at them, still flickering, still pointing the way toward the woods.

"No," Ville said quietly. "I... don't think I'll be able to sleep."

Edited 2016-01-04 02:19 (UTC)

ooooo~ /ghost sounds

this is cute! although it implies i might be wrong to imagine a cute friendly ghost.

(are they still sleeping in one bed? and this scared?!)

:'D I don't want to give everything away but - basically it's the kind of ghost story where it seems like everything is really scary until you realize that the ghost just needs help passing on.

And pff, of course they sleep in the same bed, how could they not~! (But it gave them a REALLY big scare the night before and they don't really want a repeat.)

heee, that sounds like the right kind of ghost story for artd ;3;

THE POOR DEARS

Yes, I think so too. It means I get to write the best of both worlds - these dorks being terrified, and a happy ending! <3

POOR DEARS is right. Well, at least, "poor dear" definitely applies to Ville. Hannu, not so much. Ever. ;p

That was nice, you are a really good writer! Also bookmarking at Netherlands/Japan fic for later! :D

<3 Thanks!

I hope you'll like the NedPan. Japan is so challenging to write, but I want to try more stuff with him eventually, because I really like that pairing.

No problem!

I haven't shipped it before, but I'm seeing the appeal of it! Oh can relate to that, Japan and Netherlands in my opinion are tough cookies to write.

Still no Hetalia, take your pick of:

I. Tuuri, meanwhile, is loading up Lalli's plate with a sampling of every platter that passes by their portion of the table, pointing at things and exclaiming excitedly in Finnish. Sigrun watches the pile grow in amazement.

"What's got Stubby so excited?" Tuuri must have heard -- she turns, still piling food onto Lalli's plate as she talks.

"I've read about some of these!" she says. "This is so exciting!" She switches over to Finnish, sweeping a forkful of something bright red and briny-smelling towards her cousin's mouth. "Come on, try it! Tell me how it is!" she says, probably. Lalli hisses at the offensive morsel and pointedly sinks under the table.

II. It was raining the day that he first met Mother. [...] She came into his awareness as a low voice --[...]-- and into his view a pair of hands. Gloves, the color of wine.

"My," she had breathed, lifting him from his imitation of a den. "Such an unfortunate end." Rainwater cascading through her hair, kohl and rouge dissolving upon her face; she had seemed to him the most beautiful woman in the world. Perhaps by then his heart had already stopped. Perhaps, he thinks now, that is precisely how she came to find him. She had held his cooling body to her breast and borne him back to the carriage.

Lalli hisses at the offensive morsel and pointedly sinks under the table.
Oh, Lalli. What a guy. <3 (Though tbh I probably would want to hide under the table as well.)

What fandom is the second one?

Pish 'n tosh, it's just pickled cabbage and Lalli's just being a baby. There's nothing wrong with the...signature cabbage dish of a community of people who. Like to stick their heads in monsters' mouths for shits and giggles. Okay, maybe he should run.

Sound Horizon! Not sure this will shape up, but the idea's been simmering so long I wanted to see if I could make it work...

Sound horizon you say? Tell me more!

Yes! The idea is "Shopkeep-Michele Malebranche-whoever-she-is and her kitty doing insidious fate warpy things through the centuries and across the dimensions" leading up to the latest album. Generally being terrible, horrible, sad antagonists who love each other very much.

:O

This sounds like it's going to be good and I'm very interested. Even the little bit you posted has that Sound Horizon feeling to it, if that makes sense.

Thanks! I reeeeeally want to make this one happen, so I'm crossing my fingers it keeps enough steam!

Ah, really? I hadn't noticed, but maybe I'll give some songs a listen and see if that helps. That could be an interesting way to write it! (Or if all else fails, kill all the characters off. Worked in the original music!) And I'll be sure to link it if I do manage to work it out!

Please do, if it does work out! I will most definitely read it, and I'll keep an eye out on WIP threads too.

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щ(◉Д◉щ) Okay, so this has nothing to do with the topic at hand, but Ao3 doesn't have a PM function (WHY) so hopefully you'll just, uh, see this.

There was Sigrun&Emil fanart in the tags. By someone who clearly ships it. And it's all subtexty and awesome and I thought you would appreciate it. And since you don't seem to tumblr I wanted t make sure you saw it. orz Voila. (And the other version in which they're all bloody because hot a what WHY NOT)

Yyyyyyeahhh. So. Yes. 8)

...they don't?! What the hell are they even doing all that fundraising for all the time, a pinball machine?!

Why thanks! I saw this a little earlier (haaaaaah, you're right, I don't have a tumblr, I just waste inordinate amounts of time looking at it), but I appreciate your passing it along! Because--!! Right? Right? The bloody version is SO. GREAT. WARPAAAIIIIINNNNNNNNTTTT. Not gonna lie, them getting carried away with the battlecrazy is just the best.

To be honest, a pinball machine would make about as much sense as anything else as far as Ao3 goes. No PM system, no proper separation for different types of media - I could go on, that place is a mess and I have popcorn.giffed so much wank, but let's not.

Anyway. AH, I'm glad that you came across it in some fashion, at least. Because it's so perfect. So. Utterly. [/falls over] THESE TWO, I can't handle it, I miiiight still be hyperventilating from joy, a little.

/patpat

Breathe deep breaths and think happy thoughts! Like crazy master and pupil spattered in the blood of their foes.

BUT I'M OVERWHELMED WITH JOY, MATE

...Actually nah, I think I'm fine. (Deep breaths, ffwuh) [/adds 'write these two being crazy and bloodspattered (and in Emil's case somewhat terrified)' to his to-do list because akdjfksfdkkkk] The fandom needs more of this. In like. Any context.

Something I've been working on most of the day.

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The sun was beginning to rise just as Dojo landed with another tired yawn. Kimiko hopped off the dragon’s back and stretched her arms, wincing when hearing her joints pop. Raimundo eased to the ground and looked around; it wasn’t even seven in the morning and already this place was already buzzing with activity. Semi-truck drove past them slowly as the driver poked his head outside to gawk at Dojo’s immense size. Likewise, a crowd of sorts gathered around the Xiaolin warriors, locals and tourists alike pulling out their cameras to snap pictures.

“Sheesh, haven’t these people seen a dragon before?” Dojo huffed. All this attention was more than he bargained for; immediately shrinking down to his regular size, he landed with a plop onto Clay’s hat. “No offense Dojo, but I reckon Tokyo doesn’t see dragons on a regular basis. Especially the kind that can talk.” Clay replied with a tip of the hat.

“Tokyo, I knew this place looked familiar.” Raimundo glanced around at the vast cityscape. “Are you sure this is where the Shen Gong Wu is?” he turned back to Dojo with a raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, I just got these welts on my tail for kicks, and woke everyone up from a good night’s sleep because I thought it would be funny.” Dojo said. Raimundo shook his head and crossed his arms. It was too early in the morning to deal with sarcasm right now.

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This is the first time I've written Xiaolin characters so be kind to me ;;

Edited 2016-01-04 02:45 (UTC)

“You look like you’ve just buried a man,” Alfred laughed over coffee, one day.

He looked gorgeous, as always, sprawled and undressed over Ludwig’s old couch with what his old Brecht copy from his personal library. It was odd, how he’d come to fit snugly into his life, without Ludwig really know how or when. The past few months had been a strange but overall entertaining mix of walks in the city, movie nights downtown and jazz evening in the underbelly of the sleepless city. It was strange, and different from whatever had constituted most of Ludwig’s love life in America before Alfred had come into the picture and shaken his carefully organised world up.

Alfred believed in God, baseball games and reckless drinking. He didn’t believe in hiding nearly as much as Ludwig felt he should have, from the stolen kisses in the darkness of a movie theater to his rather peculiar dislike of clothes whenever he stepped foot into Ludwig’s apartment.

“Clever,” Ludwig acknowledged flatly, before getting towards what seemed like his own cup of coffee on the table.

oh, anonnnn I love this. And not only because germerica is one of my face America pairs. They have such good chemistry here!!!

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