So anyone remember when the Phoenix Wright kink-meme ate my soul? Well it's happened again, only this time with the Hetalia kink-meme. I'd been lurking the meme for some time, trading off between reading it and reading the actual Hetalia manga, but for some reason, this particular prompt woke me at 4:30 in the morning while I was in Bangkok and wouldn't let me be 'til I'd written it, so here it is. My history's not that great and I've never heard of Eastern Promises, but I looked up Lithuania and Russia on wikipedia, so hopefully this story won't embarrass me too much? idk.

Original prompt: "Russia/Lithuania, tattoo. Russia has prison/mafia tattoos like in Eastern Promises."

( Marks )

It's 12:43 in the morning, I have a 9-hour drive tomorrow, and I can't sleep. Figured I should post here to give some details about the good news I got on Tuesday, since I'm otherwise just sitting here re-reading a very good Naruto fanfiction for the ... um. Probably sixth time? Maybe more.

... wow, that's embarrassing.

( Anyway, here's my excellent news )

So! That's the story, as it stands now. Any questions about what I'm doing or when I lost my mind or grew another set of balls or both are more than welcome. I'm just plainly thrilled. Out of Ohio at last! :D

~mQ

Exactly 999 words of a story that was supposed to be a quick 150-word drabble to go along with the drawing I did for Seppy. Who knew the muses were going to be talkative? *laughs*

Just so everyone's clear, Ezzelin and Quincy are © Seppy, and I'm pretty sure this story is hers, too, since they're her characters and it was written for her. Interesting, I wonder what the actual legality of that is. /geek

Anyway, enjoy! Story's worksafe, image isn't, just so you know. *nods*

( Reading )

Promised ... oh goodness, when did I promise to start doing fairytales? Sometime early- or mid-Fall quarter, certainly. And oh, my first attempt at this story was a massive failure, I had, at one point, Quincy coming out of a refrigerator. Don't ask me, I don't know what I was thinking, all I know is that it happened, and then I was like "whut" and scrapped the fic.

So! Here's the better version. No one's in a refrigerator, and it's close enough to count as a fairytale abuse. Enjoy!

Also, please note that Ezzelin, Quincy, Nicholai, and Nicholai's pillow are all © Seppy, they're not mine, and I don't recommend writing them without permission, Julius will fricassee you if you try. *nods*

( Ezzelin's New Clothes )

Ah, late-late-late-late-late! Goodness. This was supposed to be finished sometime back when pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns made sense, but I suck and had no inspiration and [insert other dull-witted excuses here] so here it is now. Consider this story my celebration that my research is DONE, now just to write the thesis and GRADUATE THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

/rant

Quincy, Ezzelin, Nicky, and even dear Bourbon are all © Seppy, but she was dear enough to let me play with them. Enjoy the story! ♥

( Triangle, Circle, Square )

Fourth brain-exchange with Seppy, or second in the second pair. My prompt this time, and for some reason it was easier again. I think my brain is biased. *nods*

This follows the last one I posted, but it can kinda maybe stand alone? I don't know. It's like 1 A.M. here, I don't really know at all what's going on anymore.

I hope you like the story!

( Drift )

This is ... how to say it? It feels really weird, like it's the meat taken from a much longer story. But, as these characters are NOT mine, I figure I should probably leave the epic-long arc-writing to their actual writer, so here's what I've got.

That said, this story was a bitch to write. I hope the angst comes through well enough? Oh, and ask Seppy what's up with Ezz. She'll be able to tell you. Oh-oh and I cheated on the prompt, you get massive m3Qbrain points if you can figure out where the connection is, yeah.

( Accident )