December 30th, 2011

  • gayify

a lot of sketches

mostly bloodbath 2011. waiting for updates and had smudgy pen so
oh wait—

Title: screw titles. theres like 8 things, i dont wannaaAa
Author/Artist: gayify
Character(s) or Pairing(s): japan, mochimerica, belarus, finland, romania, koreas with glasses, norway, spain, polands
Rating: maybe pg for illegible swearing scribbled on the paper somewhere idk
Warnings: err bloodthirsty romania and pantsless spain???
Summary: some of bloodbath 2011... spoilers for those who haven't been around

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ok im going back to sleep...

Fic: Yellow

Title: Yellow
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Belgium/Switzerland, femGermany/N.Italy, Japan, past femAustria/Spain, Romano
Warnings: Human AU, genderbend, cyberpunk, Significantly Capitalized Words, part of a series, puns
Summary: In a world where the dead can come back to life via technological advancements, Belle Mertens faces life with a smile and Vash Zwingli is grudgingly in love with his best friend.
Word Count: 5,224
Note: a very belated help_japan fic for glory_of_hera! A little world building turned into a lot of world building, accidentally, so this also belongs in a universe of fics that have yet to be written.

The one place in Schengen where time stood still was in the ARTIST’s district, and that was only because the district was more of a series of fancy warehouses than a real part of the city.

xposted to neutral_choco
[hetalia] fruk hair

Fic: Des Vignettes [9/9]

Title: Des Vignettes
Author: salientia
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter; R for the whole fic
Characters & Pairings: England/France, America; mentions of Japan, Russia and Spain.
Warnings: In this chapter, close kissing and minor sexual references. In the whole fic, language, sex, and some blood.
Notes: De-anon from the kink meme; originally written for this prompt. Cleaned up and slightly altered since the original version. Fake cut. Cross-posted to what_the_fruk.
Summary: 1904, 2004, and a few moments in between. In which France and England talk, fight, kiss and confound their way towards some form of progress.

( And so, on their hundredth April the eighth, here they are. )