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Yes I'm bringing this back

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Send an ask (Anon is fine) for whatever you want to see in a fic

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Request #165 @hetakinkmemeblog Angel!Arthur/Priest!Gilbert Top Arthur, bottom Gilbert reposting this so people actually see it.

Gilbert was sure he was going to hell after this. This had to count as blasphemy in one way or another.

“O-oh, oh dear,” he whined, the sound muffled by his own hand. His back had hit the altar long ago and the mouth currently ravishing him was entirely not human. He had always believed in angels, knew they were real, but never had he imagined them walking among humanity like this.

“Relax father,” the angel crooned and the title was said in such a mocking manner, Gilbert felt an entirely new amount of shame cursing through his veins. “There’s no point in being so tense. You’ll be experiencing things much, much more intense very soon.”

The angel, Arthur, - Gilbert could not pronounce his true name, even if he tried his best - was nothing short of beautiful. Angelic in every sense of the word. Glowing, the shine of divinity almost too much for Gilbert to comprehend. And this very same being currently had three angelic digits buried deep inside his ass, preparing him for an experience that would truly be biblical.

“Please,” Gilbert begged unhelpfully, finding that sentences were becoming harder and harder to form, words losing their meaning before they even left his mouth. Perhaps it was due to the inherently divine nature of his partner, or perhaps it was simply because he had remained abstinent his whole life, never having experienced pleasure like this before in his life.

He felt the angel’s chuckle against his neck before fangs sunk into the soft flesh, making him moan with pleasure, wondering what kind of mark this would leave, if it left any at all. Surely the other’s grace would be able to heal his wounds, but the question remained if that was even the plan of the other being.

Another question he’d ponder once he regained the ability to think clearly would be how many priests Arthur had taken like this before.

“This is a proof of faith,” Arthur had said when he first appeared, barely waiting for the shocked reaction from Gilbert before he’d started attaching his lips to the priest’s neck.

Feeling those angelic digits leaving his body, Gilbert couldn’t help but whine pathetically, the emptiness threatening to swallow him whole. Before long though they were replaced by something that Gilbert didn’t even have a word to describe, causing him to scream in pain and pleasure alike. He felt like he was being split in two, getting ripped apart from the inside out, but oh, the feeling was something to behold, something he knew could never be topped by anything earthly.

He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry, but no sound left his mouth as he was being relentlessly pounded into, being taken raw and pure and hard on the altar, ravished by an angel in the house of god.

He was so going to hell for this. Had he been sinning? Was this his punishment?

When he saw stars he knew that if this was his punishment for sinning then he would never want to be rewarded for being devout ever again.

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It doesn't seem like there has been much here for a bit, though if you ever do come back on could a prompt fill be soft (not death or hardcore) feederism with USUK particuarly with England as the feedee?

As of right now I am currently working on moving this project to Dreamwidth as it is a site more suitable for kink memes. However I did have to put that on the back burner due to outside stuff in life that unexpectedly came up. Hopefully I'll have this up and running on Dreamwidth soon. Currently the rules and community is up I just need to figure out the format.

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Japan and England(either can top). Imperial/Pirates AU

Request #73

If you fill this request please submit an anonymous ask or submission with the AO3 link or reblog with your fill

[hetasibs]

Interpreted the prompt kinda loosely & went with an age of steam imperialism rather than age of sail, because I find the modernization of Japan a really interesting era and it provides a good backdrop to the tension between the two empires.

Cw for somewhat coercive sex.

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Sitting at the highest vantage point of the dreadnought’s bridge, England methodically scanned the horizon through his favourite pair of binoculars. Setting off from Singapore, the imperial steamship had been on course to his Pacific colonies for the past two weeks. The ocean was, true to its name, flat calm. Yet a sense of unease pervaded the crew, right up to the commanding officers and royals on board. After enjoying a long peace, the region was flaring into volatility once more.

He drummed his fingers and zeroed in on a black speck. A single battleship, far off. His spine tingled. France, Germany, America wouldn’t worry him. But already he had a feeling who it was.

Japan had been one of the closest friends he had ever made, and quite quickly more than a friend. He had progressed with remarkable alacrity as England’s protégé, modernising faster than any nation in history. England chided himself for complacency, but by this stage it was far too late. He had become settled in their relationship, convincing himself that Japan would value staying by his side and continuing to learn from him. But the student’s learning had overtaken the pace of his master’s teaching. He drew on civic planning from France, military discipline from Prussia, and before England knew it, he had stepped into his role as the continent’s foremost naval power.

The ship was drawing closer. England requested the skipper to change course slightly and judged its reaction. As predicted, the foreign vessel adjusted its trajectory to match theirs and continued its approach.

England sounded the alarm.

The ship roused itself, crew springing to action and those on the bridge tuning instruments and priming weapons systems. England stayed where he was. They picked up speed and their pursuer matched, then exceeded their pace.

An incoming transmission crackled through their radio.

"Stop and prepare to be boarded. Failure to comply will be treated as a hostile act."

The captain swore.

"These are international waters! They have no right interfering in anyone else's business out here!"

England's attention was already wavering. That was Japan's voice, and with the ships now almost abreast of each other, he could see the other nation's flag streaming from the gaff.

He snapped himself out of his distraction and spoke brusquely to the radio operator.

"We can't outrun them. Tell him we'll stop and parley."

~~~

A steel gangplank was lowered from the Japanese ship to the British, anchored side by side far from the nearest shore. Their delegation came aboard and England's breath caught in his throat.

Japan looked resplendent. England had seen him in formal wear before, of course, but not for some time. They had grown accustomed to dressing casually in each other's presence. And if anything, he looked more impressive now than ever.

"Mr Honda. Welcome aboard."

"I take it, Mr Kirkland, that the news has yet to reach you?"

Japan spoke with a noticeable accent and near-perfect grammar. His face was one of perfectly composed, detached politeness. England felt sweat on his back.

"And what news is that?"

A barely noticeable smile twisted the corner of Japan's lips.

"Our nations are at war, Mr Kirkland. It was declared yesterday. I imagine word is already on its way, but alas, it seems the Royal Mail steamer failed to catch up with you before I did."

"A credit to your seamless chain of command, to be sure. Now that you've caught up, as you say, what is your plan for us?"

Japan slowly looked the dreadnought and her crew up and down before answering.

"This is a military vessel, but she seems severely underprepared for combat. I take it you sailed without the expectation of an engagement. But I'm afraid we will have to take you prisoner anyway."

"Wait," begged England. "The Prince is on board. I demand Crown Immunity!"

Japan rubbed his temples and huffed.

"That's a legal dispensation, not a military one. You of all people should know that. Even if you came on purely administrative business, I can't let an armed vessel pass through waters salient to our line of defence. "

"Then we'll turn back. Believe me, the last thing we wish for is to strike out, underequipped, into a war zone."

Japan thought this over.

"Nevertheless. It would reflect poorly on me to allow a captured enemy escape, with nothing to show for it."

"You may yet have something to show for it. Take me in lieu of them."

England stepped closer to the rival nation, slowly shrugging off his naval jacket to show he had no concealed weapons.

Japan made thinking noises, toying with England's patience, while the look in his eyes told him he'd already decided.

"Very well. Let me run it by the officers, and if they acquiesce, we'll take you aboard."

~~~

And so it was that England watched his ship recede towards the western horizon, the Japanese destroyer carrying him to parts unknown.

Japan dismissed the officers and accompanied England to his quarters. As the national gijinka, he had pride of place right beside the captain's cabin. As soon as the door closed, his demeanour changed, formal impartiality falling away to reveal a warm intimacy. Eyes never leaving England's face, he flicked open a cabinet and set a kettle to boil, sifted some green tea leaves into unadorned cups.

"It's been too long," Japan purred, pouring a cup for each of them and motioning England to sit.

"A shame it has to be under these circumstances," was his flat reply.

"Come come, aren't you happy to see me again?"

"I can't say that I am."

England was painfully aware that his darkening cheeks gave him away.

Japan leaned back, sipping his tea with an expression that gave England the distinct impression he was being toyed with.

"Your stay will be a comfortable one at least. You may be our prisoner, but on a personal level, you are my guest."

"How magnanimous."

As England drained his cup, Japan proffered a dainty, gloved hand and pulled him to his feet with surprising strength.

"Let me show you to where you'll be sleeping."

Japan led him through a tiny doorway beside the cupboard and into his sleeping quarters. There was a Kanō painting on the wall, works by Futabatei and Tsubouchi on the shelf, and a single bed. England stared blankly.

"But this is your room. Oh."

He turned and met Japan's hungry expression.

"Ohh no, we're not doing this."

Japan placed a hand on the breast pocket of England's uniform, with a smile like a winter blossom and steel in his voice.

"I think you'll find, on my ship, I'm in charge."

Then Japan was kissing him fiercely, ripping off his jacket, shoving him against the wall. England grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him roughly away. Head tilted back and hands pressed close to England's body, Japan gazed up at him, panting, flushed, teary eyed. England's resolve broke. No matter where or when they crossed paths, this feeling was impossible for him to resist.

He undressed the slightly shorter man in a frenzy, his impressive uniform discarded, down to socks and underwear. He nipped at Japan's neck, punishingly, almost cruelly, tasting blood, hearing him cry out without regard for whoever else might be on the other side of the cabin walls. He could feel him clutching at his back, legs locking into place as the last of their clothes fell away.

Japan had prepared himself, and was all too eager to get his estranged lover inside him again. When England suggested they slow down to avoid hurting him, Japan barked out a laugh and dug his nails into England's wrists, bodily pulling him in.

England gave himself a moment to savour the feeling of Japan's firm tightness clutching at him once again.

"Feels like you haven't been getting much attention since I last saw you," he mocked.

"Unlike you, Mr Kirkland, I am discerning in my choice of partners."

"Touché. I'm going to move now."

"Well get on with it, you miserable wet blanket. I didn't bring you here to be told sweet nothings, I brought you here to- AIIGHH?!"

England felt Japan's breath rush from his svelte chest as he thrust hard into him. He had been a bit rougher than was necessary, maybe, but it only seemed to fire his partner up more. Japan's muscles tightened from his jawline to his toes, his insides almost painfully squeezing England's cock. He made a string of wordless sounds and desperately kissed across the blond nation's face.

"Do you really crave punishment that badly? All this effort to entrap me, only to throw yourself at my mercy? You really are scurrilous."

"Maybe," Japan whined, sweating and writhing as he was pressed into the mattress, "maybe, if you show me you're still as good as you used to be, I'll keep you in here instead of putting you to work with the deckhands!"

"You drive a hard bargain, you greedy little whore," England growled close to his ear, fingers forcing their way into Japan's mouth even as his dripping hole was loosened with each thrust in quick succession. "I suppose I have no choice. I'll just have to put you through your paces."

Japan could only whine in pleasure as his obedient prisoner carried out his commands. This was going to be a rewarding voyage indeed.

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Prompt fill 113

Magical Endeavour

Request: #113

Pairing: WalesEng

Prompt: England getting teased about his body so he drunkenly enchants clay so that however he sculpts a figure/doll, his body changes to match the doll. Wales finds it and decides to make his brother into a horny sex pet. Animal up to writer, as long as it's a mammal, but I like cow, cat, pig, dog, and bunny people most

wordcount: 1,737

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It had been a drunken ramble. Insecurity coming to the surface after alcohol melted away Arthur’s filter. Or so Dylan thought. But the next morning, he found his brother passed out on the floor of their magic lair, pantless, only a dress shirt covering him and a lump of clay beside him. Dylan knew that was no ordinary clay.

He cradled the clay in his hands. So much power right there. He looked over to Arthur all curled up and fast asleep. Like a little kitten.

Dylan had an idea. He rubbed the clay until it was nice and warm. Even the slightest touch seemed to affect Arthur as he whimpered in his sleep. Dylan couldn’t help but chuckle at the reactions. He was already so cute. And Dylan was only going to make him cuter.

For the next half-hour, he carved away at the clay, sculpting it perfectly with his magic until he had a small replica of Arthur except he had added cat ears, whiskers, and a tail. His creation finally complete, he looked over to Arthur to see if he had really transformed.

Arthur lay sprawled out, cheeks flushed and whiskered, cat ears protruding from his head, and a fluffy tail protruding from his lower back.

Dylan smirked, licking his lips hungrily. He murmured his own enchantment into the clay to add a bit more fun. Arthur’s cock sprung up, fully erect. Now he was perfect.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, cracks of green exposed. He rolled onto his stomach and stretched out his arms, thrusting his butt into the air tail swaying slightly like a cat just awoken from its nap. He stood on all fours, stretching each leg before realizing just how hard he was. Arthur whined, crawling over to where Dylan was seated, rubbing his cheek against his knee.

“Awww…What a cute little kitten you make,” he cooed, scratching Arthur behind his cat ears. Arthur purred slightly butting his head further into Dylan’s hand. “And so affectionate. Maybe I should do this more often.”

Arthur whimpered again, eyes looking up at Dylan, hazy and pleading.

“You can still use your words, can’t you pet?” Dylan asked, scratching Arthur’s chin. Arthur’s purrs only grew louder, eyes fluttering closed, inhibition melting away.

“Please…Please, Master. Fuck me.”

The ‘Master’ was a nice touch he wasn't expecting. “Oh? Well, I think you have to do something for me first.”

Arthur tilted his head, eyes blinking slowly.

Dylan unbuckled his pants, pulling them and his underwear down letting his half-hard cock free. “Suck,” he commanded.

Arthur bit his lip, staring at the cock in front of him.

“Come now, be a good boy,” Dylan pressed gently.

Arthur licked his lips, positioning himself between Dylan's legs. He looked good there. Hands curling into Arthur’s hair, he pulled him closer. Arthur opened his mouth, tongue jutting out slightly as he took the tip of Dylan’s cock into his mouth.

Even his tongue felt like a cat's. A little coarse, but it felt good when it circled around Dylan's dick. He couldn't help but gasp, throwing his head back as his pet worked up and down his shaft. So the rumours he heard whispered amongst gossiping nations were true. Arthur had quite the talented mouth when you got him to shut up and take it.

Arthur licked along the underside of Dylan’s cock before finally taking the whole thing in his mouth. That new tongue was quite the sensation. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed Arthur away. Arthur looked up, tongue still hanging out, a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

Dylan smiled, thumbing away the drool, cradling Arthur’s jaw, admiring his pet’s honest, lust-filled expression. “So cute,” he mused, “Now for your reward.”

Arthur’s ears twitched, pupils widening.

Dylan patted his lap, and Arthur immediately jumped into it. Straddling his lap, Arthur couldn’t hold back anymore, grinding against Dylan's leg. Desperate for any kind of stimulation. Like he was in heat. If it was possible, it only turned Dylan on more.

“Now Now…Patience pet,” Dylan chastised, gripping Arthur’s hips firmly. “I don’t want to break you after all. At least not yet.”

Arthur’s dick twitched. Dylan smirked. “I suppose they don’t call you the ‘Erotic Ambassador’ for nothing, my pervy pet. You like it rough don’t you?”

The Brit just mewled.

Dylan gripped his hair tight, tugging him closer. Arthur let out a pained cry.

“Use your words,” Dylan demanded, whispering low in his ear.

“Yes.”

“Good. But I still need to prepare you. Fetch me the lube. I know you hide some in here.”

Arthur hung his head, cheeks flushing even darker as he climbed off Dylan’s lap. Even in this state, some of Arthur’s core personality still lingered. And Dylan wouldn’t have it any other way. An embarrassed Arthur was a cute Arthur. He grabbed a small vile from one of the usually locked drawers.

“Prepare yourself for me,” Dylan continued, “And make a show of it.”

Arthur bit his lip but eagerly obeyed. He poured the lube over his fingers, resting his other hand on Dylan’s shoulder to steady himself as he worked himself open. Eyes fluttered closed, jaw hung open in a soundless moan, head thrown back. It was a beautiful sight.

The Welshman couldn’t help but bite down on Arthur’s exposed neck. Arthur let out another cry, nails digging into Dylan’s shoulder. It was a delicious stab that went straight to Dylan’s groin. Feeling impatient, he pulled his pet back down onto his lap.

Arthur gasped, instinctively removing his fingers.

Dylan caressed Arthur’s chin. “Now it's time for my pet’s reward.”

He laid Arthur down on the couch gently. He threw Arthur’s legs over his shoulder. Stealing some of the lube, he lathered up his cock and pressed in hard and fast. Arthur arched up, eyes flying open, a tight scream escaping his throat.

“Easy…Easy darling,” Dylan hushed, rubbing Arthur’s hips gently.

Arthur whimpered, short pants huffing out, eyes clenched closed. Perhaps he had gone in a little too rough.

Dylan leaned forward, capturing Arthur’s lips in a soothing kiss. Lips parted slightly, licking at his bottom lip. Arthur mewled into it, arms wrapping tightly around Dylan’s neck, pulling him deeper into him. Dylan groaned, feeling his brother tighten around him, pulling him in.

He gave an experimental thrust into Arthur’s tight hole. Slow, wanting to make sure Arthur was ready. Arthur moaned breathily, bucking his hips desperately.

Dylan chuckled, holding down Arthur’s hips. “Use your words pet.”

“Move. Movemovemovemove.”

“Manners.”

“Please,” Arthur cried desperately, “P-Please move.”

How could Dylan deny such a polite request? He snapped his hips fast, pressing into Arthur even further. He set a relentless pace knowing just how much his little pet liked it rough. He claimed Arthur’s lips hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and laying claim. He may have seen himself as a patient man, but who could wait when such a delectable little thing was laid before them all red and hazy-eyed?

Arthur licked at Dylan’s invasive tongue, almost literally drinking him in, nails jabbing into Dylan’s neck.

“Such a needy little thing,” Dylan cooed, pressing a kiss to Arthur’s forehead. He pressed Arthur’s legs into his chest, thrusting in even deeper. In and out in quick succession, causing Arthur to scream incoherently, tongue hanging out, drooling, tears pricking along his lashes. Dylan never noticed just how long they were until now. “Beautiful…”

Arthur kept tightening around him, and though he was as deep as he could be, Arthur’s hole kept pulling him in.

“What a greedy kitten I have,” Dylan whispered, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking me so good.”

Arthur just moaned, his mind melted beyond words.

He could make this go on, deny Arthur release. And in any other circumstance, he would. But his was new for both of them. He wasn’t going to be too cruel now.

“Now be a good kitten and come for me.” Dylan reached between Arthur’s legs, giving his neglected cock a few firm strokes that finally gave his pet the release he had been craving. He came with a breathy cry of Dylan’s name.

Such a wonderful sound. Dylan picked up his speed even more, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure. Arthur twitched around him, overstimulated, while the rest of his body melted into the couch.

Dylan murmured half-complete praises, so close, panting hard. His grip on Arthur’s hips, bruising. Arthur gasped and moaned softly.

Finally, Dylan came, biting hard on Arthur’s neck. It would surely leave a mark for a few days, but in the heat of the moment, Dylan didn’t care.

He pulled out, sitting back and admiring the mess he made of his little brother. He caressed Arthur’s face gently, thumbing away tears. Arthur leaned into the touch. Fingers trailed down to the bite mark. Arthur winced.

“Sorry love…I got a little carried away.”

“You think?" Arthur finally grumbled, "What the fuck did you do to me?”

Ah, there was his fierceness. He had almost missed it even though he enjoyed seeing Arthur more docile.

“Just…experimenting…with that clay of yours.”

“Clay–Wait shit. D-Did I really…”

Dylan giggled and got up to collect the clay. “Mhm. Don’t worry I didn’t do anything too crazy, just the cat ears and tail.”

Arthur’s cat ears pulled back, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t give me that look, Arthur…You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Having your inhibition taken away, letting yourself enjoy being thoroughly fucked and taken care of without that pesky ego of yours getting in the way of our fun.”

Arthur pouted, huffing as he crossed his arms. “M-Maybe…but…”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I want to keep this side of you to myself after all.”

“Jealous bastard.”

Dylan just smiled, pulling Arthur onto his lap again. He was met with no fight. “Maybe…But you’re just as so. And you like when I'm possessive.”

“Just shut up,” Arthur growled, pressing a heated kiss against Dylan’s lips. Dylan melted into it, parting his lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Arthur whimpered slightly, cock hardening once more.

“Someone seems to want another round.”

“Just get to it.”

"With pleasure. I won't go so easy on you this time."

Arthur smirked as he was laid on the couch again. "Do your worst."

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Hey I've been reading through the posts and that you're putting the blog on hold. I've been working on a few of the prompts suggested here. Would I be able to send them in or should I just post it on my blog. Because even if this blog is on hold, I'm really inspired by some of these prompts

You can fill them! I will still publish them and as of right now I'm currently working on figuring out a way to make this a bit more smoothly!

But yeah if you want to fill prompts please please do :)

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Prompt Fill- Request # 42 RusAme (Dog Girl Nyo! Anya/ Dog Boy America)

CONTENT WARNING: Dubcon/Dubcon to Consensual, Semi Forced Breeding

My first attempt at a RusAme fic, I hope you enjoy~

[maplespicedsunflowers]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

CONTENT WARNING: DUBCON/DUBCON TO CONSENSUAL, SEMI FORCED BREEDING

What's this?

Maple? Writing smut that DOESN'T involve Mattie???? 😱

Saw a request on @hetakinkmemeblog asking for Dog Girl Anya and Dog Boy Alfred and every fiber of my being told me I had to do it.

Super special shout goes out to @picturespurple-68 for agreeing to beta read my fic and giving me pointers. I really appreciate all your help! 💕

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As someone who's filled multiple prompts and occasionally scrolls through to find others that sound interesting, part of it is how vague alot of the prompts are. I write dubcon and noncon often, so I tend to gravitate to prompts that sound like the requester allows for it, like when I filled the ameripan fleshlight prompt (not that I can't write consenting stuff, like the hypnosis ukger prompt, but at least in that prompt, the requester was clear they wanted it consenting iirc).

So for say a prompt that says "recently turned vampire Liechtenstein x vampire hunter France" and nothing else. Okay, since the prompt is on tumblr, I'm assuming underage isn't allowed (writing underage sexual content isn't allowed according to the new TOS I think), but is dubcon allowed or will that trigger the requester? They asked for a vampire character, but I've been seeing more vampire lit where the vampires don't drink blood, so is that what the requester likes or can I make Liechtenstein covered in the blood of a fresh kill before France finds her? Would guro be triggering to the requester?

Or do they want something more vanilla and the vampire/hunter angle is just a small amount of spice they want added?

I don't know, and I don't want to risk triggering the requester, since the fic is supposed to be mainly for them.

This is only one problem, though. I think you and Jelly also brought up good points like writing in general not getting much attention in the fandom and neo-puritanism being a problem in fandom in general atm.

Yeah agreed, I think that's why now I'm going to put a pause on this endeavor because Tumblr just isn't the place to do it. There are too many variables and risks and writing isn't valued as much as it should be in this fandom and with Tumblr atmospheres being the way they are it's difficult.

And yeah that's the problem too is with the original kink meme you knew anything was allowed and you could directly ask and put as much detail about what you want to see. Tumblr is more difficult.

So I think I've made up my mind and I'm going to put this on pause for now

And honestly I don't want to be the one in the line of fire if someone writes something and someone thinks they shouldn't have wrote something.

So I think it's best if I find some other way to make fandom a bit more enjoyable.

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it’s a little disheartening to see so many requests but so little fills. i know the original kink meme had a lot of unfulfilled requests, but i feel like the ratio of requests to fills this time around is just completely off. i’m hoping it’s only because this blog is very new.

the idea of the kink meme is that we keep it going ourselves. i’m sure some people in the past JUST requested or JUST filled, but for the most part i think most participants did both. is nobody willing to do that anymore?

from polls, likes on posts, requests on this blog, etc, we can clearly see that the problem isn’t just that hetalia is a small fandom. the problem is maybe, at least half of the people on here are way too embarrassed to create any art (including writing, obviously. i refuse to call it content) whether it’s just self indulgent pieces for themselves, or requests for their fellow hetalians. it makes me so sad.

also the fact that i actually fulfilled a request and yet it has gotten very little engagement is also really discouraging me from wanting to fulfill another haha just joking. sort of

I think it's a lot of things

I think some are sending a large amount of requests. This can make it difficult to see these requests. I noticed that there's a lot of similarly worded requests for the same ships. Not much variety as well.

I do think there's a lot of of embarrassment whene it comes to writing these things.

I've noticed that writing doesn't get much engagement at all except if you are lucky no matter what it is. It can be a bit disheartening but I wouldn't let that stop you from writing

One thing that was disheartening for me to see was someone fill a request and then tell me to delete it because there was a person leaving mean comments because the person wrote rusame instead of amerus. I think that's disheartening because there was always room for slight changes and adjustments in the original kink meme and to get mad at someone who took the time to fill a request is a little disappointing

There just isn't a lot of participation anymore and I don't know if it was a bigger fandom I think there would be. I see art of other fandoms get thousands of notes or kudos but in the Hetalia fandom that just isn't really likely. If I can hit 100 hits on my fics I consider myself lucky.

I do want to see if there's a way to do this better on AO3 because I saw something recently where it was like a thing of prompts for people ( in a way that does not violate AO3 TOS)

Also really depends on what ship you are writing or characters. A USUK fic or event will get way more interaction just because it's USUK if you write for a smaller ship it's more difficult.

[j-ellyfish]

Tbh I think one problem is also that the og kink meme was 100% anonymous not only for requests but also for fills. Some people would choose to de-anon and post the fic/art on their regular account too, but if a writer wanted to stay 100% anonymous they could. With Tumblr it's a little different because in order to fill a request you're kind of forced to de-anon.

Maybe anonymous submissions to fill requests would make it better (idk if it's possible or if you're already allowing it), but even then it requires an amount of supervision that the og meme didn't need, and Tumblr isn't the best when it comes to posting fics rather than links to fics.

Not sure if AO3 allows a system of anonymous prompts and fills but I think it'd help :/ (I'm not the anon btw, I just wanted to add my opinion//).

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And at your tags that's what I'm afraid of if I link my own AO3 account to this that there could be issues if someone doesn't like that this is a kink meme. Part of me thinks I should really reanalyze this and maybe not do this on Tumblr and maybe there will be something that will be good for this in the future. Idk I feel like I rushed to try to make this happen and there's so much logistics and I want people to be free to request and write without fearing harassment or worse like sometimes even I'm freaked out. I need to think a bit before I even figure out how I want to run this because I'm in over my head. That's the problem with this is it's just me rather than a community with a platform.

I'm having second thoughts

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Is there a way to make it so my AO3 isn't connected to a prompt meme collection on A03?

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I would really really like to fill some requests, but most of the requests are just the ship names and not enough prompt to inspire me. I think if the requests had more detail, they'd get filled more. At least, that is where I am struggling.

I need more information to get started.

That's a really good point and so I think I'll make it a rule now that all requests must have more than just the ship listed or characters listed and must have a few details on what you want in the request. Even things like Angel Demon, Top Bottom aren't really enough as a writer sometimes. So please from now one make sure your prompt request is something with at least a few details. Thank you!

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it’s a little disheartening to see so many requests but so little fills. i know the original kink meme had a lot of unfulfilled requests, but i feel like the ratio of requests to fills this time around is just completely off. i’m hoping it’s only because this blog is very new.

the idea of the kink meme is that we keep it going ourselves. i’m sure some people in the past JUST requested or JUST filled, but for the most part i think most participants did both. is nobody willing to do that anymore?

from polls, likes on posts, requests on this blog, etc, we can clearly see that the problem isn’t just that hetalia is a small fandom. the problem is maybe, at least half of the people on here are way too embarrassed to create any art (including writing, obviously. i refuse to call it content) whether it’s just self indulgent pieces for themselves, or requests for their fellow hetalians. it makes me so sad.

also the fact that i actually fulfilled a request and yet it has gotten very little engagement is also really discouraging me from wanting to fulfill another haha just joking. sort of

I think it's a lot of things

I think some are sending a large amount of requests. This can make it difficult to see these requests. I noticed that there's a lot of similarly worded requests for the same ships. Not much variety as well.

I do think there's a lot of of embarrassment whene it comes to writing these things.

I've noticed that writing doesn't get much engagement at all except if you are lucky no matter what it is. It can be a bit disheartening but I wouldn't let that stop you from writing

One thing that was disheartening for me to see was someone fill a request and then tell me to delete it because there was a person leaving mean comments because the person wrote rusame instead of amerus. I think that's disheartening because there was always room for slight changes and adjustments in the original kink meme and to get mad at someone who took the time to fill a request is a little disappointing

There just isn't a lot of participation anymore and I don't know if it was a bigger fandom I think there would be. I see art of other fandoms get thousands of notes or kudos but in the Hetalia fandom that just isn't really likely. If I can hit 100 hits on my fics I consider myself lucky.

I do want to see if there's a way to do this better on AO3 because I saw something recently where it was like a thing of prompts for people ( in a way that does not violate AO3 TOS)

Also really depends on what ship you are writing or characters. A USUK fic or event will get way more interaction just because it's USUK if you write for a smaller ship it's more difficult.

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Prompt Fill

Request #29

Pairing: Rusame

Prompt: Ivan is a webcam guy under the nickname - Sibkitty, Alfred is one of the viewers under the nickname HeroNumber1 who donates the most. Alfred recognizes in one of his classmates the one he jerks off to, they start dating, Ivan throws webcams. Happy end

Link below

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Are you running this kink meme exclusively on tumblr? Because you can run a prompt meme on ao3 since most people are posting there anyway. It's easier to sort through unfilled prompts there

I will have to look into it because I'm still getting used to AO3 myself

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Public Nationverse, ice king and ice queen NorBela start fake-dating for PR. Neither of them are thrilled but they need to make it convincing. Fake-dating to real-dating optional.

The setup could be that N/orway is gay and needs a beard, or the media thinks they would look pretty in matching outfits and they've been socially pressured into trying this out. Or both, or neither. The setup is less important than the shenanigans. I wanna see them awkwardly bond over being over-protective siblings, anons!

Bonus 1: B/elarus develops a one-sided crush on N/or. Yandere tendencies optional.

Bonus 2: "This is my boyfriend, N/orway, and this is N/orway's boyfriend, [your choice]."

Request #185

If you fill this request please submit an anonymous ask or submission with the AO3 link or reblog with your fill

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Spain/Austria

The world needs more fics/oneshots of them fucking, that's it. Preferably canonverse but I don't mind human au.

Bonus point if the fact that they're married/used to be married is brought up and the thought of legally owning/having owned the other's body and soul in marriage turns them (or one of them) insanely on!!

Request #184

If you fill this request please submit an anonymous ask or submission with the AO3 link or reblog with your fill