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 (5/?)
anonymous
March 23 2010, 02:09:04 UTC
England’s warning replayed in his head as France lay in bed. England had done drugs in the past, but he never freaked out over hallucinations before. What if he was right? France got to know Native America quite a bit before she disappeared, and she did have a keen interest in spirits and dreams. Nightmares as vengeance seemed to be up her alley, but maybe he should ignore the idea. Even if she wasn’t on a vengeful rampage, thinking about her this late would bring her into his dreams anyway. He closed his eyes thinking about roses and ladies to put himself into a serene mood as he fell asleep
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The Howl of the Wind (6/?)
anonymous
March 24 2010, 00:24:26 UTC
Suddenly, all the chatter of the party before had silenced, and the floor was littered with decapitated nobles. France was too shocked to say anything; he’d seen people’s heads chopped off before, but not simultaneously! What was worse was looking at the blank faces on the heads. He continued to tremble as the blood started to pool around his feet.
”You look upset, but I thought you used to love a good beheading. People gathered in the streets for them and yearned for the head as souvenir.” She circled around him, with her feet levitating about the ground. He could only make choked up gasps for responses. He finally became responsive again when he heard little footsteps in the hallway.
“France! France! I caught some beavers for you!” A little strawberry-blonde-haired boy cheered as he ran through the hallway with his hands of the furry rodents. France gasped when he recognized him as Canada and tried to keep this horrifying sight from his colony.
“Canada, stop! Don’t come in here!” He ran to the doors to shield the entrance, but
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The Howl of the Wind (7/?)
anonymous
March 24 2010, 23:27:34 UTC
”Then…America and Canada learned to play the game on their own.” Her voice was still audible from the wind, and she raked her claws against France’s chest, tearing strips of flesh off.
“AAAYYYEEE!!!” France wailed as his chest pulsed with pain and blood dripped down to his abdomen.
”I’m sure you were happy about THAT now. They learned to make themselves powerful and wealthy, so they could be ‘friends’ with all the other white men.” She struck him across the stomach, making him yell even louder. Tears and sweat freely flowed down his face and he tried to break free of the branches’ grip.
”Some friend you are! When America failed to please you, you BEAT my baby! You DESECRATED my baby!!! He was having a hard time and you HUMILIATED my baby! And then you bring my other son in to pick up after you! If that’s how you play the game, I’m glad I no longer hold any stake in it!” She dragged both of her paws along his cheeks, leaving behind ugly trails of blood. Finally, she pulled his arms out of the branches and pushed him backwards
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Re: Howl of the Wind Bonus sketches
anonymous
March 26 2010, 08:34:31 UTC
erm... I just want to say this is the first time I have posted something on this... and i am not sure if I am doing this right...
but Artist!Anon inspired me with those sketches... so I uh... decided to draw a heartwarm ever-so-rainbow puking picture of Mama!Native and Child!America and Child!Canada.
Author/Artist!Anon here
anonymous
March 26 2010, 11:38:33 UTC
AWWW, That's so cute! I especially love little Canada's face! Excellent addition anon! It's nice to have something light and fluffy in tone in all this darkness, and I love the words! It looks like it cut-off "boundares" but I get the idea.
Thanks for showing the soft side of Native America for people
The Howl of the Wind (8/?)
anonymous
March 27 2010, 02:50:29 UTC
“AHA! I was right! She did come after you! HaHA!” England pointed his finger at France, totally punch-drunk due to his lack of sleep. France lifted his now-aching head up from the wooden table and recognized England through his blurry vision.
“Oui, but I have to say you were wrong, England.” France slurred as he rubbed his forehead.
“What?! How?! She’s terrifying, right?!”
“You told me I would have nightmares, England, not an entire slice of Hell!” France shouted
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Personally, I can't wait for what she has in store for Russia.
reCaptcha says: legislators Judge. LMAO, what, should we bring in all of the American senate and judicial branch in this too? O_o
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”You look upset, but I thought you used to love a good beheading. People gathered in the streets for them and yearned for the head as souvenir.” She circled around him, with her feet levitating about the ground. He could only make choked up gasps for responses. He finally became responsive again when he heard little footsteps in the hallway.
“France! France! I caught some beavers for you!” A little strawberry-blonde-haired boy cheered as he ran through the hallway with his hands of the furry rodents. France gasped when he recognized him as Canada and tried to keep this horrifying sight from his colony.
“Canada, stop! Don’t come in here!” He ran to the doors to shield the entrance, but ( ... )
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OUCH!
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“AAAYYYEEE!!!” France wailed as his chest pulsed with pain and blood dripped down to his abdomen.
”I’m sure you were happy about THAT now. They learned to make themselves powerful and wealthy, so they could be ‘friends’ with all the other white men.” She struck him across the stomach, making him yell even louder. Tears and sweat freely flowed down his face and he tried to break free of the branches’ grip.
”Some friend you are! When America failed to please you, you BEAT my baby! You DESECRATED my baby!!! He was having a hard time and you HUMILIATED my baby! And then you bring my other son in to pick up after you! If that’s how you play the game, I’m glad I no longer hold any stake in it!” She dragged both of her paws along his cheeks, leaving behind ugly trails of blood. Finally, she pulled his arms out of the branches and pushed him backwards ( ... )
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D-dude, Native America has a way with words. D:D
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http://i847.photobucket.com/albums/ab31/darkangel160/na.jpg
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but Artist!Anon inspired me with those sketches... so I uh... decided to draw a heartwarm ever-so-rainbow puking picture of Mama!Native and Child!America and Child!Canada.
So uh... here's the link?
http://i39.tinypic.com/14ioieq.jpg
hope you dont mind Artist!Anon... it just poped into my head... :3?
anyway this Anon needs to go to bed now... staying up till 3:30 am is never a good thing... haha...
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Thanks for showing the soft side of Native America for people
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“Oui, but I have to say you were wrong, England.” France slurred as he rubbed his forehead.
“What?! How?! She’s terrifying, right?!”
“You told me I would have nightmares, England, not an entire slice of Hell!” France shouted ( ... )
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