Pain and SUFFERING!!

[javits]

The Make Me Suffer MemeNo matter how talented we are, we've all got things we're miserable at. And usually we don't write/draw these things, because we're miserable at them, but delusions of competence are for losers, right? Here's your chance to ask me for something I'd never produce if I had any sense at all

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[the_demon_yuber]

Crack fic: Hungary takes Prussia to a foreign films theatre. It's assumed to be a date, but it turns out the movies are X-rated. Whether Hungary knew that or not, I'll leave up to you.

[willbethehero]

Oh hey there, wrong journal!

Prussia and Austria, romancing each other in their own way. Which would of course involve denial to the nth degree. But a happy ending would be nice, if you can work it. :) Does that work?

[itsabere]

I am kind of torn between "What would Mr. Socks do if Verdot confessed they loved them?" and "Something happens that makes Kaito punch Mr. Socks in the face (or worse)."

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[javits]

In all honesty, it hadn't been one of his brightest ideas. In fact, it hadn't even been on the brighter end of the spectrum at all. No, this had fallen squarely between "stupid" and "abysmally stupid". Nothing else he'd ever done even came close.

...That was to say, nothing in recent history came close, the events of earlier today notwithstanding.

And to think, only this morning things had been going so well.

--It had been a morning like any other: he'd had a nice breakfast (courtesy of Verdot's well-stocked fridge after Hitoshi had taken Colt out shopping), a nice cup of coffee (with milk and sugar, thank you, unlike Verdot's own black, like my soul brews), and a nice read of the morning's paper

[javits]

It had all blurred together after that, to be honest. Hitoshi was pretty sure there had been a knife involved at some point, but it may or may not have been used in stabbing Verdot. In fact, he was pretty sure it hadn't been, since by that evening, Verdot had turned up at a job with his innards completely intact.

Trying to piece it together in his mind, Hitoshi came to the conclusion that after Verdot had declared his love for him, he had made a sandwich.

Turning it over and over in his mind was what had led him into his present situation. He'd been confused, unfocused. He hadn't been at the top of his game, and in this game... that was decidedly a problem"Bastard," the boy he held pinned against the wall growled. His top hat had landed somewhere to the right, and his monocle threatened to fall off at any moment. "You killed my sister

[itsabere]

Snicker. Giggle. Die. Twinny, I love you.

There's just. No words. No words to describe the lulz and how weird it was to imagine Verdot saying those words.