Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to
(
Read more... )
Captcha says: 'tomato vious'. Sorry, captcha, Italy and Spain don't show up at all.May, 1945. V-E Day was two weeks ago, and tonight Sally Jupiter is dancing with an airman on leave, and all around them lights glitter and people laugh, and she feels drunk with pleasure as well as drunk with gin, the euphoric high of a job gone utterly right or of seeing the papers congradulate her the next morning. She is not in costume; she is in a flowing green gown that flutters as he swings her out, then pulls her back close ( ... )
Reply
That is all.
Reply
Needless to say this was awesome and I love it to pieces. I'm saving it to my laptop to read again over and over while offline.
"privets Hillsboro"? What's Hillsboro done to you, Captcha, that you want to send the army there?
Reply
Reply
Another great chapter! Loving this so much.
Reply
Reply
Reply
And Doc Manhattan was great, too, with his passive observance.
Reply
*
June, 1971. V-VN day was two days ago. The Comedian is flying back to Hawaii on board a C-2 Greyhound. He is trying to sleep, but it isn't working too fucking well, between the noise of the propellors and the way his leather armour digs into his skin and the things he keeps seeing when he closes his eyes. Which is stupid. He's shot people lots of times. Smashed faces, burnt flesh, did godawful things that left them a smeary mess over the pavement, the kind of thing that makes for closed-casket funerals. Not like it makes a difference, give it a few years and they'll all be charcol hunks anyway. And it wasn't like the bitch hadn't been asking for it; his face still aches whenever he tries to talk, and he's spent the last few days sullen and silent. It's just that the other goddamn bitch is sitting on the other side of the plane and he sees her whenever he turns his head, that's all. "Jones" is sitting next to her, and he's smiling at her, and he's got his ( ... )
Reply
"You heard me." Damn, he wants a smoke so bad. But he finished the last one before they took off. His cheek hurts, but he can't stop himself. "You think she'll actually like you? If you just do enough nice things for her? Buy her a diamond ring and a seven-speed blender? You think she cares? She's just using you. Women always do that. Fuck 'em if you like, but you can't trust them." He's warming to his topic now; Jones's knuckles are white and his lips parted on some unspoken protest. The Comedian allows himself a smirk. "Forget it. You could dump her out the plane right now and spare yourself the heartache. What were you gonna do with her anyway? Take her home?"
"Yes." His voice is pure ice. "Take her home and look after her. Like I promised. An idea that obviously never made its way through your fucking thick skull ( ... )
Reply
"ga boilings", Captcha? What's a 'ga' and why do you want to boil it?
Reply
Reply
Reply
As requested, Canada beating somebody up. 'Eugene the', captcha? Sorry - Eugene is someone totally different.February, 1976. Hollis hits the brakes as soon as he sees the car with its hood up; this is no kind of weather for some poor soul to be stranded. He pulls up his old jalopy on the shoulder just behind. Maybe they need a juump, maybe it's more serious, but he's always willing to help. The car is a new-model Ford station wagon, sky-blue, and it gleams despite the dusting of road grime and salt ( ... )
Reply
He takes a deep breath before he turns around. Denim Jacket is lying on the ground, trying to fend off red Sweatshirt, who is kneeling over him, braced with one hand on the asphalt, apparently trying to strangle his brother byt hte shirt-collar. Hollis grabs him without really thinking about it. Red Sweatshirt kicks a bit. "LetmegoletmegoI'mgonnahithimsohard -" he gasps, but when Hollis wraps an arm around him in a wrestling hold, he shivers and goes still, breathing hard ( ... )
Reply
This is my favorite chapter yet. Because Canada and Hollis Mason and America all in the same chapter are (dare I even think it?) more awesome than Prussia.
Reply
Leave a comment