Don't Mess with the Mommy
anonymous
March 1 2010, 16:13:45 UTC
Anon would like to see Mama!Native America kicking ass and taking names in the gangbang fill for what the bastards did to her babies (cause I see Matt as being just as deeply affected as Alfred; he's trying to take care of his brother, but he just can't...).
The Howl of the Wind (1/?)
anonymous
March 19 2010, 23:52:42 UTC
If her heart was still beating, it would be aching and furiously pumping.
Her babies, her darling little angels…what more could those wretched Old World demons do?
She had watched helplessly as her baby, her precious America, was sodomized, beaten, and violated in every possible way by the people he once considered friends.
They had done terrible things before. She could practically relive the day those Europeans first landed on her shores, destroying her people with their wicked diseases and fire sticks. She had tried to be peaceful, and sometimes they actually got along, but nothing could separate the white man from his greed. She cried out as she remembered the painful coughs that ended up getting blood on her blankets. She remembered the day her babies were taken from her.
”Please…! Don’t take my sons! You’ve taken everything else from me…just PLEASE leave my boys alone!!! I will do anything…I beg of you…” Her pleading was interrupted by deadly coughs
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Re: The Howl of the Wind (1/?)
anonymous
March 20 2010, 13:56:54 UTC
Aaaah... awesome so far! I really love how you've written Native America - her anger and sorrow both shine through very well! I can hardly wait to see what happens next!
The Howl of the Wind (2/?)
anonymous
March 20 2010, 17:10:57 UTC
The weather was quite stormy around England’s house. As he peeked through the blinds, he saw the rain pour down in bucket-full amounts. Winds looked like they would blow the trees out of the grass and the crack of thunder made him shutter. He wouldn’t call it a hurricane, but it was still a violent night. Nothing to worry about though, sometimes the sound of rain pour calmed him and made him fall asleep more easily. He walked away from the window and under the sheets of his bed. He was quite tired tonight, especially after France teased him again. That bloody frog was always such a bother; it was his own fault that England had to punch him, again and again. He let go of all his thoughts as he lay his head on his pillow and closed his eyes. Before he drifted off to sleep, however, he could’ve sworn he heard a woman cry. He sat up, and looked around, but the crying stopped and no one was there
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I am incredibly happy to see that someone's decided to take this fill on - not the least that it's someone who's writing it so well.
And can I say that I really hope that Native America and America (USA, maybe Canada) - get a chance to interact? I mean, the twins never really knew her, and - well, it's silly, but I'd like to see them finally meet their mother, and finally - know that she loves them.
Mother is the name for God on the lips of little children - William Makepeace Thackery
The Howl of the Wind (3/?)
anonymous
March 20 2010, 23:36:26 UTC
Gusts of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew her hair around wildly, and her eyebrows arched around glowing eyes. Her stare was worse than that of the legendary Medusa, and Arthur found himself unable to cover his eyes from such a ghastly sight. He could not tell if this was the face of a demon or a woman in front of him. Everything surrounding them disappeared until they were left alone in the black night. His heartbeat grew faster in terror and fear and tears began to form in his eyes.
”A MAN does not go back on his word! A MAN does not forsake what has been entrusted in his care! You proved that you have gained no wisdom over these centuries, and you called ME a savage?! You, Arthur Kirkland, are no man, but a mere BUG!!!” Her voiced boomed with the intensity of orchestra and sounded more eerie than humanly possible
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Re: The Howl of the Wind (3/?)
anonymous
March 21 2010, 00:30:32 UTC
Okay, I'm not a fan of gangbang revenge fills at all, because I feel that revenge tends to be poisonous to the original victim (in this case, Alfred, of course). To me, it's even worse if the revenge is torture, death, or (worst of all!) more rape.
BUT! This, even with Alfred's mother trying to avenge him in a way that can't actually right the terrible wrong that's been done to him, actually feels much, much better to me. Her methods, so far, don't appear to be something that will do anyone any permanent harm, however much they may "deserve" it; and perhaps it will help at least some of the rapists understand exactly what they've done -- and prevent it from happening again.
I also just love the feel of an outraged and enraged mother "protecting" her child here; it's damn scary, actually! It reminds me of the kind of female ghost from certain Japanese horror movies (The Ring, The Grudge, etc.) that has been horribly wronged and just can never be placated or stopped. Although hopefully she won't be QUITE that scary! orzI'll be
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The Howl of the Wind (4/?)
anonymous
March 21 2010, 14:31:23 UTC
It had been a week since England had gotten a good night’s sleep. No one seemed to notice that much, however. They just brushed the dark circles under his eyes and jumpiness as side effects of drug use. His crankiness was seen as normal, but suspicions arose at why he seemed to drowsy at meetings, and he had been consuming outrageous amounts of coffee lately.
“Arthur, are you okay? You look a little sick. Maybe you should go home and get some rest today.” America asked genuinely concerned as he lay his hand on England’s shoulder. England twitched but didn’t dare look into the young man’s deep blue eyes, or else he’d hear that tragic voice again, ”I didn’t mean to…”“No! Um, no. Far too busy. Got a lot of work to do. So much paperwork, so little time.” Arthur retorted in sentence fragments. He was incredibly exhausted but good night sleeps were like an endangered species to him these days. That horrible nightmare would be waiting for him again
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Well, it takes place almost a year after the incident, and I'm sorta kinda putting it in a similar continuity to all the other revenge and recovery fics. I haven't read all of them, but basically they've been working out the situation since then and have been putting their attention on other matters.
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Her babies, her darling little angels…what more could those wretched Old World demons do?
She had watched helplessly as her baby, her precious America, was sodomized, beaten, and violated in every possible way by the people he once considered friends.
They had done terrible things before. She could practically relive the day those Europeans first landed on her shores, destroying her people with their wicked diseases and fire sticks. She had tried to be peaceful, and sometimes they actually got along, but nothing could separate the white man from his greed. She cried out as she remembered the painful coughs that ended up getting blood on her blankets. She remembered the day her babies were taken from her.
”Please…! Don’t take my sons! You’ve taken everything else from me…just PLEASE leave my boys alone!!! I will do anything…I beg of you…” Her pleading was interrupted by deadly coughs ( ... )
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I am incredibly happy to see that someone's decided to take this fill on - not the least that it's someone who's writing it so well.
And can I say that I really hope that Native America and America (USA, maybe Canada) - get a chance to interact? I mean, the twins never really knew her, and - well, it's silly, but I'd like to see them finally meet their mother, and finally - know that she loves them.
Mother is the name for God on the lips of little children - William Makepeace Thackery
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”A MAN does not go back on his word! A MAN does not forsake what has been entrusted in his care! You proved that you have gained no wisdom over these centuries, and you called ME a savage?! You, Arthur Kirkland, are no man, but a mere BUG!!!” Her voiced boomed with the intensity of orchestra and sounded more eerie than humanly possible ( ... )
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BUT! This, even with Alfred's mother trying to avenge him in a way that can't actually right the terrible wrong that's been done to him, actually feels much, much better to me. Her methods, so far, don't appear to be something that will do anyone any permanent harm, however much they may "deserve" it; and perhaps it will help at least some of the rapists understand exactly what they've done -- and prevent it from happening again.
I also just love the feel of an outraged and enraged mother "protecting" her child here; it's damn scary, actually! It reminds me of the kind of female ghost from certain Japanese horror movies (The Ring, The Grudge, etc.) that has been horribly wronged and just can never be placated or stopped. Although hopefully she won't be QUITE that scary! orzI'll be ( ... )
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And her headcanon agrees; It's the EUROPEANS that took everything, not America.
captcha: for eyesores. So insightful, captcha!
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“Arthur, are you okay? You look a little sick. Maybe you should go home and get some rest today.” America asked genuinely concerned as he lay his hand on England’s shoulder. England twitched but didn’t dare look into the young man’s deep blue eyes, or else he’d hear that tragic voice again, ”I didn’t mean to…”“No! Um, no. Far too busy. Got a lot of work to do. So much paperwork, so little time.” Arthur retorted in sentence fragments. He was incredibly exhausted but good night sleeps were like an endangered species to him these days. That horrible nightmare would be waiting for him again ( ... )
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I can't help but wonder though just how Alfred (and Matt) are functioning right now. I hope soon you'll explore them too.
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