the important part of this post is the drabble prompts.

[puella_nerdii]

School's over and the summer's here, though I'm still not entirely sure what I'm actually going to be doing over it. There are possibilities, mostly involving me waiting to hear back from various companies and summer acting intensives, but what any of that actually translates into, I'm not sure. Am also not sure how I'm going to be making money (if

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[pinstripesuit]

Russia (Axis Powers Hetalia), S&M, possibly involving the scarf or pipe

[puella_nerdii]

This is set -- uh, sometime during the period when Imperial Russia was trying to copy Imperial France. *laughs*

“And if at any time you wish for me to stop,” France continues, “give the signal.”

“Yes,” Russia says, and flexes his wrists against the scarf; the fabric gives, but not much, because France has knotted it securely to the headboard and looped it through the scrolls and arches inscribed in it. “Whenever I like?” he asks, to confirm.

“Whenever you like.” France kisses Russia between his brows. “I will not harm you, mon cher.”

“Yes,” he says again, stirs as France strokes his thigh in slow circles. He does not know whether his yes is for the gesture or the statement.

[byzantienne]

so can I say that I really highly support this and would like to subscribe to your newsletter and uhm.

Okay, writing France this evening. Of some stripe or another. *grins*

[pinstripesuit]

Really quick, because I need to pass out after coming back from con stuff, but

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[lady_venn]

Hungary, tease and denial, please?

(Also, let me know if you find good ST icons)

need an icon for her in the worst way.

[puella_nerdii]

Prussia’s stopped swearing; Hungary’s worn him down to hoarse moans. “Is this what you want?” she asks, skids her fingers down his stomach and splays her fingers above his cock and squeezes, but not where he wants it.

He makes that clear when he starts cursing again.

She laughs. “You need to work on using your words, you know.” He can’t always grab what he wants-she told him if he tried to shove her hand or mouth where he wants them, she’d stop. And he’s struggling with that, his hands shuddering and clenching on nothing but air. Well, she’s having fun.

Re: need an icon for her in the worst way.

[lady_venn]

(I have some interesting ones of her, including one in a schoolgirl outfit. Remind me to send these your way.)

Hi, these are my kink buttons and you hammering on them and two of my favorite characters and, uhm... I'll be in my bunk.

^^b~

[twistedsheets10]

England (Axis Powers Hetalia) - Pegging :0

(also, no sex for Ciel? XD j/k)

[puella_nerdii]

(NOT A PEDO.)

also I just have to go ♥ ♥ ♥ at that prompt.

[twistedsheets10]

(♥)

Ever since I read Bipartisan, I have been er, thinking of this. ♥ We all know he likes this sort of thing.

[puella_nerdii]

“They say,” England remarks as his Queen removes the lacquered phallus from its compartment and starts to slick it, “you are wed to your country.” He watches her hands; they are not so white as the rest of her, but they hold a beauty of their own, and imagining them wrapped around a sword or sceptre-or his prick-makes him stiffen.

She favours him with a smile, less regal than the trace of one she oft wears. “These are not customary nuptials.”

“’Twill serve, for us.” He wraps his arm ‘round her waist. “Now bugger your country up the arse, if it please you.”

[moodybear]

Good luck with stuff this summer, lord knows I'm in the same boat.

Oh, prompt, um...
China (Axis powers Hetalia) Inkbrushing/calligraphy on skin?

[puella_nerdii]

"Hold still," China says, "or you will smear the ink."

"It feels weird," Korea protests, and rolls his shoulderblade, smudging the ink outlining it. "And it's going to be hard to wash off."

China sucks his breath through his teeth, transforms the most prominent blotch into a long slanting stroke. Such impatience, such indelicacy. "Filial piety is not something to be washed off." He completes the character for it with three horizontal lines and blows on the ink to dry it. It is not his best calligraphy, but it will suffice. "May this lesson be written on you as ink on your skin."

[moodybear]

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
o/////o Thank you!
Also, Korea? hooot. You're a bit of a mind reader

[kecen]

Keeps in line with his values. Filial piety is a thing to observe.

[mithrigil]

Hi Honey~

:snuggles:

Jim Kirk, and, hm, something we're not getting into in this particular fic oh right, adrenaline.

[puella_nerdii]

The Klingon's first punch almost sends Jim sailing off the bed. He grabs the headboard before he falls and drives his knee into where he thinks her ribs end. She grunts and seizes his wrists and smiles, but she's smiling, or what passes for smiling where Klingons are concerned.

"Shall I be more forceful?" she asks. Jim twists his head around, bites her forearm, and when she howls and slams his head back he forgets to breathe for a few seconds-no idea how he's going to explain these bruises, but he doesn't want to explain or talk; this is enough.