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American Gods/Hetalia anonymous July 21 2009, 14:17:36 UTC
The Broken Circle, Part 5 anonymous July 30 2009, 22:27:21 UTC
(a game of envy)

“King of Prussia Mall has fucking everything. Alfred, you’ve made Old Fritz proud.”

“Why are you talking to someone who isn’t here and what the hell is that sitting on your shoulder, Brother?”

“It’s a Turul, West. Damn, you need to brush up on your mythological--”

“GET AWAY FROM MY NATIONAL ANIMAL.”

“OH SHIT--ELIZABETA.”

“Godspeed, Brother. Godspeed.”

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Re: The Broken Circle, Part 5 anonymous August 9 2009, 23:28:37 UTC
:DDD Turul! (The hours on Wikipedia's mythology section did me some good after all.) Glad to see you add Hungary to this epic series.

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The Broken Circle, Part 6 anonymous August 10 2009, 03:54:03 UTC
there is always

(your face
remote, listening)After Lookout Mountain, the old gods went their separate ways and back to their separate lives. It was still too soon after it to need to worry about the new gods. They were too wary about the possibility of traitors among their ranks to even start to plan an assault again. Mr Nancy made a joke about sheep, wolves, and clothing, and Easter laughed and kissed him on the cheek before wishing him well. She walked away from Tennessee alone. She headed east towards dawn and only stopped when her shoes were rubbish and had reached a city. It was a large city, so it was easy to buy a new pair of shoes. She bought herself a pair of walking boots continued on towards the rising sun. Her feet bled and healed and became stronger for it. She only stopped walking when she was as far east as she dared go. It was easier to blend in, to pass for human in a city than a small town, especially when all alone ( ... )

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Re: The Broken Circle, Part 6 anonymous August 13 2009, 08:55:22 UTC
This... is very awesome. :D And is that a reference to The Sandman I see there?

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The Broken Circle, Part 7, Section I anonymous August 16 2009, 23:59:44 UTC
We might mistake this
tranced moving for joy
but there is no joy in it

He is sitting on his couch in the living room when it happens. One minute the television is playing a rerun of House, a episode from the Survivor: PPTH storyline, and in the next minute Olivia Wilde is turning towards him and saying, “We need to talk, Alfred ( ... )

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The Broken Circle, Part 7, Section II anonymous August 17 2009, 00:05:20 UTC
“They say nothing unites America,” she intones. She strokes him, slowly and carefully so that her nails don’t scratch his cock. “They say only ‘the greenback, The Tonight Show, and McDonald’s’ unite America. They say everything else is an illusion. That you’re an illusion.”

He’s getting hard in his pants, so he moves his hands underneath her to slide them down. The recession cold made him lose weight, and he doesn’t need to unbutton them to get them off. They bunch around his calves, and he gets harder faster now. Somewhere between the fuzz and pink and this new colour of red red anger and the effort of trying to remove his boxers he gasps and asks, “Do they--ah--really say that?”

“Yes.” Her voice is husky and her hand moves faster now. Her other hand is no longer on his shoulder and her fingers are knotting themselves into his hair. “But w--I--know better ( ... )

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Re: The Broken Circle, Part 7, Section II anonymous August 21 2009, 08:22:26 UTC
And that is a properly terrifying ending. The contrast between Alfred/America - unaware of the old gods, not comfortable with the new, and trying to escape all of it - and Arthur/England, who wants them back and is semi-mythic in a way himself, is particularly powerful and makes a proper ending.

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Writer!Anon anonymous August 21 2009, 18:31:17 UTC
However, this isn't the end yet. Sorry to disappoint you. I still have one more part to address.

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Re: Writer!Anon anonymous August 22 2009, 05:48:46 UTC
You mean there's more?!? Ooh, I'm excited now.

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The Broken Circle, Part 8, Section I anonymous September 4 2009, 02:42:24 UTC
And you play the safe game
the orphan game

the ragged winter game
that says, I am alone

Coming to Canada

There is a boy who has not forgotten, even if he had not understood at the time of remembering. It is not in a child’s nature to understand why, but to ask why. If there is no one around to answer, a child will know what happened, but not whyThere is a boy who remembers all, and above all else he remembers a time he did not feel loneliness because he did not understand what it meant to be alone ( ... )

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The Broken Circle, Part 8, Section II anonymous September 4 2009, 02:43:07 UTC
The boy cries and runs from a man who looks just like him, because the last time he saw men who look like him they brought with them death. This is not the death of the rope, but the death of disease, of unseen killers, of clinging to a life that has already fled. The man finds him, though, and gives him a name in a language he likes but does not understand. The man is kind and cares for him in a way the man calls l’amour, and the boy likes this thing called l’amour, so he calls the man Papa because he adore the boy like how Father will always be there if he needs him.

The boy does not cry when he is taken from Papa, because he had cried the whole night before into his warm, hard chest. Papa whispers into his ear apologies that he was not strong enough to be there forever for the boy. He has no tears to cry before this man with grass eyes, and must be dragged from his grip of iron from his Papa’s side. This man with grass eyes wants the boy to call him Dad, but the boy does not like this language without l’amour. He resists speaking ( ... )

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The Broken Circle, Part 8, Section III anonymous September 4 2009, 02:43:26 UTC
The boy learns what empathy is when he is knee-deep in mud and so far from his land, fighting for the man with grass eyes and Papa against a man who did not have a raven, a girl, and many others to bring him suns. All he wants to find his place under the bright disk in the sky, and the boy empathize when he remembers those long, dark days. The disk in the sky is not bright now, and all the boy can feel is empathy for the men who want to go home and for Papachoking on the blood of too many who will never go home.

The boy learns what sympathy is when the one he is supposed to call brother and now does is vomiting into a porcelain bowl as he tells the boy what fear is, because love and hate are too entwined in this language without l’amour. The one he calls brother tells him of a being whose heart is many hearts being as one and wanted to make his brother’s heart beat with hers and wanted to make his brother into something he fought to not become.

The boy tells his brother everything he remembers, not because he wants to remember ( ... )

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The Broken Circle, Notes anonymous September 4 2009, 03:31:53 UTC
Sectional Epigraphs: "The Circle Game" by Margaret Atwood. See here for the complete poem, in order: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=177288

Part 1: Ixchel was an Aztec jaguar Goddess with many possible affiliations, some being fertility, childbirth, the moon, and more, with chel possibly meaning 'rainbow'. Confusing. And 'Hypatia' is an Ancient Greek name meaning 'supreme'. Given Ancient Greece's contributions to modern society (democracy, philosophy, etc.), I felt it was appropriate. And 1871 was the year the German Empire (and as Ludwig should be called up till 1918) was created. Yes, I believe in HRE=Germany ( ... )

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Re: The Broken Circle, Notes anonymous September 4 2009, 10:20:20 UTC
Win Anon. WIN. You've made me cry. ;A; Awesome fill!

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