tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ one of those English misfits)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [10/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Canada, America, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Portugal.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 4415
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, bad accents, my shipping bias finally rearing its ugly head, and what is mostly a filler chapter. ^^

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Louder than a dog! Taller than a rat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ sir yes sir 8T)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [5/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Spain, Portugal, Ireland, Scotland, America, Canada, and a few random extras.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 3205.
Notes: I’m back, guys! Sorry for the huge gap between updates and for not announcing it, but I’ve been on holiday with my family for the past couple of weeks for the holiday season and didn’t have time to put a notice up. Hopefully a new chapter will make up somewhat for it! Anyway, this is once again the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, some OCs, and a big boom.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Wraps round your throat like a cheap cravat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ I'm the bloody Queen mate!)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [3/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part:, America, Prussia, Canada, Spain, Portugal, Ireland, and a few random extras.
Rating: PG-13/borderline R for this chapter, for gratuitous stabbings with knives courtesy of Prussia. :'>
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 3433.
Notes: The continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for this year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, Prussia being gratuitously violent, and some OCs.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Want to lose a hand? Give the beast a pat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ it was a jammy dodger)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [2/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Canada, America, Spain, Portugal, and a few random extras.
Rating: PG for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 5862.
Notes: The continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for this year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: not so much really, except for NaNo quality writing and an OC.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Comes for the child who acts like a brat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ against all men that live and die)
Title: Five Times: that portugal kissed england And One Time: that england kissed portugal
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC] England
Pairing?: England/Portugal
Rating: PG for England’s potty mouth, as always.
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. Six small drabbles, six kisses, with everything from the fail to the sweet.
Timeframe: … In drabble order, the late 1300s, the Peninsular War, 2010, the mid-1600s, 1974, and the early 2010s. :’>
Word Count: 2362 altogether. :>
Notes: Written as a birthday present for my best friend, who’s 20 today and requested this 5+1 style prompt a while back – I hope this is to her liking! ♥
Warnings: A Hetalia OC, England’s emotion!fail, a (somewhat obscure) reference to an earlier fic of mine, and more than a little sap.

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I do love me a good 5+1 meme )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ hello my name is fel mcderpfais)
Hello guys! To celebrate the fact that I am more or less settled into my university now after travelling halfway round the world to Japan for a year, I bring a few Hetalia drabbles to dump here. ^^ Most of these have been plurked already, but I'm just putting them here too for neatness. :>

Title: untitled drabble 1
Characters: Portugal [OC], Turkey
Rating: PG for language + a war.
Summary: Turkey and Portugal on a battlefield in World War One.
Timeframe 1917, during WW1.
Word Count: 627

And the bombs? The bombs are new. )



Title: untitled drabble 2
Characters: Portugal [OC], Macau [OC]
Rating: G
Summary: Portugal meets bitty!Macau, who instantly latches onto him like a latching thing.
Timeframe about 1552/1553
Word Count: 437

China told me not to talk to you. )



Title: untitled drabble 3
Characters: Portugal [OC], Turkey, Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras's OC]
Rating: PG for slight language.
Summary: Ireland, Turkey and Portugal in the meeting room after one of the meetings to discuss Turkey's accession to the EU.
Timeframe 2010
Word Count: 458

It's dangerous to swing on chairs, you know. )



Title: untitled drabble 4
Characters: Portugal [OC], Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras's OC]
Rating: G
Summary: Ireland, Portugal, an old Irish folk song, and Port's fail pronunciation of Gaelic.
Timeframe 2010
Word Count: 161

I wish I was on yonder hill//'tis there I'd sit and cry my fill )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ what is my life i don't even)
Title: who needs titles, this is crackland
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC], Spain, a bit of England at the end
Rating: PG for gratuitous dumping of little brothers into the sea.
Summary: Spain gets dumped into the sea. ... No, that's pretty much it.
Timeframe The early 2010s. :'>
Word Count: 907
Notes: Written rather quickly for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] starsandauras, and spurred on by discussion of a really cracky, almost bloodless version of World War 3 that is sparked off by Spain's reaction to Portugal and England getting married in this fic of mine. ... so it's kind of an in-joke right now. :'D
Warnings: A Hetalia OC, slight crack, Portugal's yandere smile, and Spain being completely unreasonable.

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One day, I swear I will write fic for this fandom without OCs in it )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ am nam raspberry hat)
Medium: Animanga
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Subject: England/Portugal
Title: When the Day Met the Night
Timeframe: Nothing really in particular, for once! I gave up on chronological order for this one. ^^;
Warnings: Involves a Hetalia OC and my incredibly dorky music taste. (… Again. >__>) You have been warned. |D
Notes: This is the Dorky And Silly Mix for these two (of course, coming free with the recommended pre-requisite amount of sap), because the sun is shining outside, it's the lazy August days of summer, and this fandom needs more lighter stuff about. /wat is this logic/ I kind of like it better than the last one I did for them. ^^; It’s a much easier size to manage than my last one, at any rate, and I hope you guys enjoy. :> also… yeah, those are their national flowers on the cover art. >_>; I decided to get ~*~abstract~*~ with it, ye gods everyone run.



when the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in a garden )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ sir yes sir 8T)
Title: The curious bewitchment of Luís Valdez [2/2]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC], England, Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras’s OC], Australia [[livejournal.com profile] unspeakingly’s OC], America, ], Canada, Northern Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] later_days’s OC], Spain, Wales [[livejournal.com profile] kyahryorin’s OC], Scotland [[livejournal.com profile] eats_typos’s OC]. Also Ligeia the stalker!mermaid.
Pairing?: England/Portugal, Ligeia the stalker mermaid → Portugal
Rating: PG-13 for language and stalker mermaids trying to seduce countries.
Summary: During the Age of Sail, Portugal had an otherworldly admirer following him around that only the Isles siblings could see. Otherworldly as in, a mermaid. Yeah, you heard me. Otherworldly cat-fights ensue while England, Ireland and Wales have to do their best to save poor Port’s immortal soul.
Timeframe Mostly the 16th century, with some switches to 2010. ^^
Word Count: 15244 with footnotes, all told; 10794 in this part.
Notes: This fic is proof that I fully embrace the Lighter and Softer trope in this fandom, sob. Ligeia was generously named by Mini [livejournal.com profile] misheard, who informs me “It means "clear-voiced, shrill, whistling". Traditionally the name of one of the Sirens, so I guess there could be confusion, but it's also a regular Greek name from what I understand.” I thought it was perfect myself, so here we are. My thanks to go her for helping! <3
Warnings: Hetalia OCs, bad accents, England being jealous, the nasty side of the fae, some questionable uses of magic, and utter crack once again.

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he can't help that religion's blinded him; )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ ttly not going for the psychic paper)
Title: The curious bewitchment of Luís Valdez [1/2]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC], England, Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras’s OC], Australia [[livejournal.com profile] unspeakingly’s OC], America, ], Canada, Northern Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] later_days’s OC], Spain, Wales [[livejournal.com profile] kyahryorin’s OC], Scotland [[livejournal.com profile] eats_typos’s OC]. Also Ligeia the stalker!mermaid.
Pairing?: England/Portugal, Ligeia the stalker mermaid → Portugal
Rating: PG-13 for language and stalker mermaids trying to seduce countries.
Summary: During the Age of Sail, Portugal had an otherworldly admirer following him around that only the Isles siblings could see. Otherworldly as in, a mermaid. Yeah, you heard me. Otherworldly cat-fights ensue while England, Ireland and Wales have to do their best to save poor Port’s immortal soul.
Timeframe Mostly the 16th century, with some switches to 2010. ^^
Word Count: 15244 with footnotes, all told; 4446 in this part.
Notes: This fic is proof that I fully embrace the Lighter and Softer trope in this fandom, sob. Ligeia was generously named by Mini [livejournal.com profile] misheard, who informs me “It means "clear-voiced, shrill, whistling". Traditionally the name of one of the Sirens, so I guess there could be confusion, but it's also a regular Greek name from what I understand.” I thought it was perfect myself, so here we are. My thanks to go her for helping! <3
Warnings: Hetalia OCs, bad accents, England being jealous, the nasty side of the fae, some questionable uses of magic, and utter crack once again.

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My brain is running on crack lately. This is the proof. )

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