#papersergeant-pencilsoldier

[whumpster-dumpster]

Are you still doing the whump awakening asks? Because I've been re-reading The Return of the King and it just hit me like a lightning bolt. Faramir and the whole Houses of Healing arc were absolutely my whump awakening. In particular this line:

"Last of all he came. His men passed in. The mounted knights returned, and at their rear the banner of Dol Amroth, and the Prince. And in his arms before him on his horse he bore the body of his kinsman, Faramir son of Denethor, found upon the stricken field."

All of those scenes are whumpy gold, but this one is seared itself into my brain ever since I first read it. Also possibly the source of my fondness for the 'manhandling to rescue' trope?

Yes 👏👏👏 Just yes

[wecomrades]

✨ John “Bucky” Egan✨

“You know, if this whole thing ended, and there were only two pilots left up in the air, it would be me, and it would be you, Buck.”

I’m back! Haven’t posted any art in quite some time, but certain fellas managed to bring back the inspiration and I have time, so here’s the first ever portrait of Masters series!

I’m tagging my old taglist but I know it’s been so long and some of you might not even watch the show, so feel free to tell me if you want me to take you off the taglist! No bother at all! 💛

If you want to be on the taglist jusr shot me a message or a comment and I’ll add you!

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[mercurygray]

Hi! I would like to ask if you could maybe recommend Band of Brothers blogs to follow? I'm interested in fanfic, graphics, GIFs, everything related to Band of Brothers. I hope it's not rude I sent this ask to more people, I'm new to Tumblr and I still have a lot to learn about Tumblr etiquette.

You sure can, Kind Anonymous Friend! And this ask isn't rude at all - rec lists are a time-honored tradition here on Tumblr and I'm happy to help. Sending a couple people the same ask isn't usually considered rude ...unless you're copy-pasting the exact same writing prompt to six different writers. In which case yes, that's rude. Don't do that, please.

I'm fairly certain everyone on this list liked Band of Brothers or The Pacific at one point. Fair warning, they may have moved on to other fandoms, but I think most, if not all, still post BOB content from time to time!

Network: @hbowardaily - also has a discord server!

Visual Makers: @rebeccapearson @basilone @lupoteodoro @supervalcsi @onlyyouexisthere @tvserie-s-world @lyselkatz @fayestardust

OFC writers: @shoshiwrites @softguarnere @latibvles @noneedtoamputate (also new here!) @loveduringthewar @floydmtalbert / @arethosedustyjumpwings @upontherisers @sergeant-spoons/ @stolemyspoons @msmercury84 @coco-bean-1218

@mads-weasley @thoughpoppiesblow (semi-hiatus) @softspeirs / @dreamingundone (on hiatus but coming back!) @wexhappyxfew (also coming out of hiatus) @coraxaviary (on hiatus but has a big fic!)

In the HBOWar orbit: @almost-a-class-act @junojelli @bobparkhurst / @derry-rain @wereinadell @papersergeant-pencilsoldier @sharpshootershifty @sir-mr-dr-roe @lucky-bastards @aloraundomiel @cody-helix02 @churchkey @anthrobrat @general-taylor @majorhortonisonleaveinlondon @winnix85 @dcyllom

If you're looking for reader inserts or MLM fic, I'm sorry but I'm not the person to make recommendations on that. But this should be enough to get you started!

[wexhappyxfew]

Landslide | Chapter 98 + EPILOGUE | A Home With You

"Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go."

― Sarah Dessen, What Happened To Goodbye

Joseph Toye was not someone to forget promises he made, however long ago they might be and he seemed pretty earnest with upholding a promise he made back to her in November of 1944. He wanted to take her out for a drink and even a dance. And, similarly to his parents, he was adamant about it, just like they were adamant about their tea and pillows and fresh eggs for breakfast. 

Irene had let her borrow this beautiful maroon dress, with buttons along the front, with a pleated collar and a fluffy black scarf to wrap around her neck for the cold. Mrs. Toye told Natia that it felt like she was sending her Joe out on his first date and Natia had never laughed harder at the thought of little Joe going out on a first date as a 15 year old. 

[read the rest on AO3 + Wattpad]

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With bittersweet emotions, I present the final chapter and epilogue of Landslide. There is an extended thank you and author’s note in the epilogue, but thank you ALL, if you even took a minute to read a chapter or get interested in the utter joy that was Natia Filipska. I wasn’t sure when to post this, and just couldn’t contain my excitement anymore and decided, let’s post :) It was an honor to get to write this fic and to write Natia; I enjoyed so many aspects of this fic and will miss it so so much.

Natia will always be my fav badass agent :’) now, she finally has earned some deserved peace and quiet and I hope you all enjoying reading her final chapter + epilogue. THANK YOU ALL! and of course, happy reading (and here’s to the future!)!

644 pages, 2 and 1/2 years, a whole bunch of fun OCs, side plots, snarky remarks, wholesome friendships, and a fulfilling main OC later, Landslide is COMPLETE!

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[incorrectbandofbrothersquotes]

A Pact and a Friend

Hello and Merry Christmas to @papersergeant-pencilsoldier​ from your @hbowardaily​ Secret Santa! 

The prompt that intrigued me most was taking my OC from Band of Brothers, and putting her in The Pacific. I was apprehensive at the thought, but I had more fun than I anticipated with these two. I hope you enjoy <3

Summary: Melanie Davis, a shy but talented nurse from North Carolina, finds herself treating the wounded coming from the island of Peleliu. One in particular makes an impression. 

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning(s): None

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The hospital ship groaned through the Pacific Ocean, while the carnage across Peleliu raged on. Thankfully, the Marines on board could not hear the sounds of the battle this far out at sea. Melanie Davis looked over the deep blue at the island and wondered how many more boys - alive or otherwise - would make their way to this makeshift ward. How many more would perish for the sake of a line that never seemed to move? And how much more could she take of young men screaming and dying, crying for their mothers or God? 

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the salty sea air ironically soothing given the warfare that hummed through it. But for a moment, she could imagine she was back on the Carolina coast in the familiar days of her childhood vacations, before she had ever learned of war or pain. 

She had not intended on remaining this long on deck, but she was still recovering from the last conversation she’d had with one of the Marines. He’d broken down in tears as he looked at the scars on his face, sure that his wife would no longer desire him. She did her best to assure him that true love went beyond anything that was only skin deep, and though he wasn’t totally consoled, he thanked her for trying. 

The war had shown her more gruesome scenes than that, but something about it made her heart just ache so much worse than before. Yes, treating wounds was messy and ugly work, but the real challenge was not for the doctors and nurses who did their job and moved on. It was with the Marines and the people who loved them, who would have to navigate life with a man they didn’t recognize. 

“Melanie?” The voice of her colleague, Bonnie, interrupted her thoughts. “You coming back?” 

Melanie nodded and swallowed hard, tucking her frizzy curls behind her ear. The humidity of this part of the world certainly did nothing for her vanity either. 

“Yes, I’ll be right there,” she replied. 

With one last look at that dreadful island, she turned and followed Bonnie back to the ward. 

Melanie made her rounds again. Thankfully, her shift was almost over. And while her cot on board wasn’t the most comfortable place she’d ever slept, she was looking forward to returning to it. But even that relief did not come as soon as she hoped. One of her patients asked for a card game, and she happily agreed, ignoring Bonnie, who shook her head in disbelief. Melanie took some solace that it meant she could sit down at least. 

The game only lasted half an hour before he fell asleep. But the whole time she played, she felt the patient in the next bed’s eyes on her. His glance kept floating between her and the book in his hand. She kept her focus resolutely on her card game. When it was over, and she collected the cards to return them to her box, she faced him. 

“Can I get your anything?” she asked politely. 

He smiled, and she observed that he had a kind - albeit bruised - face beneath his mop of dark curls. But his eyes betrayed his expression. It was the same look she had seen on every man who came through here. Eyes that saw things that were no longer in front of them, but staring as if it was just a hundred yards away. 

“Isn’t your shift over?” he returned. 

“I don’t mind,” she assured him. “What do you-” 

“I’ve seen you around,” he said. “You do this a lot, huh?”

“Do what?” she questioned, mouth turning down. 

“Stay after and play cards and read aloud and all that,” he explained. 

“I was always taught nursing is more than giving shots and taking vitals,” she answered. “And I never want you men to feel like you aren’t really cared for.” 

His muscles seemed to ease further into his pillows. “What’s your name?” 

“Melanie,” she told him. 

He blinked, and she knew what surprised him since his eyes flicked to the lieutenant insignia on her collar. 

“I prefer to be on a first name basis with patients,” she said. “I’m not your officer, not really.” 

“That’s refreshing,” he smiled again. “I’m Bob. Bob Leckie.” 

“Nice to meet you,” she said. 

“Where are you from, Melanie?” he pressed. 

“Mount Airy, North Carolina,” she told him. 

“Damn, I thought it was Georgia,” he sighed. 

“Georgia?” she blinked. “Why?” 

“Because you talk like Scarlett O’Hara,” he replied through a chuckle. 

“Oh, how you do run on,” she replied, waving a dismissive hand. He raised a smug eyebrow and she rolled her eyes. “Alright, I heard it.” 

He chuckled again. “You married?” 

She folded her arms across her chest. “Have you been sent here by my mother?” 

At that, he outright laughed. “I’ll take that as a no.” 

“You’d be correct,” she confirmed, holding up her bare left hand for extra emphasis. “What about you?” 

“Nope,” he answered, shaking his head, and he too held up his left hand. 

“Many men don’t wear a ring,” she pointed out. 

“Yeah, but that’s sort of unfair, don’t you think?” he returned. 

She shrugged. “Depends on who you ask.” 

“I’m asking you.” 

“Well, personally, it wouldn’t bother me either way,” she said. “If the person I end up marrying wants a ring, he may have one, and if he doesn’t, so be it.” 

“You’re awfully diplomatic,” he said. 

“What’s the matter with that?” she wondered. 

“Nothing, I guess,” he said. “Have you ever considered politics?” 

She chuckled. “Don’t be silly.” 

A beat passed, and Melanie realized it had been a long time since she’d laughed. There had been nothing but tragedy. Even patients telling her about their personal lives managed to break her heart. She never had this sort of casual back and forth that truly let her forget, at least for a moment. She pointed to his book. 

“Any good?” she asked. 

He shrugged. “I guess so. It’s hard to focus.” 

She picked up his chart and scanned it, finding quickly the cause of that was his concussion. With a nod, she set it back down. 

“Not surprising, given the circumstances,” she said. “Would you like me to read it to you?” 

“Actually,” he said, looking bashful for the first time since their conversation began. “I’ve just needed someone to talk to about…anything other than the obvious.” 

 She wondered if he could read minds somehow. Or hearts, even. He had so clearly voiced exactly what she needed as well. 

“Alright,” she agreed, taking a seat beside his outstretched legs. “I’ll be the friend you talk to about anything other than the war.” 

He offered his hand and they shook on it. Across his knuckles were more scabs and bruises, so she handled it gently. He smiled again. 

“So, what kind of nursing did you do before?” he wondered. 

“I worked on the maternity ward,” she told him. 

“You liked it?” 

“I loved it!” she said. “The happiest days are when babies come.” 

“I’d argue the happiest days are when they’re made, but to each their own,” he returned. 

“Oh, my!” she gasped. Her cheeks got warm and she looked at her hands folded neatly in her lap. 

He grinned, mischief in his eyes. “Have I embarrassed you?” 

“Only a little,” she returned honestly, and cleared her throat before changing the subject. “Um, what did you do back home?” 

“I was a reporter for a local newspaper,” he told her. “I wrote about sports.” 

“Any favorites?” she wondered. 

“I have an affinity for baseball,” he said. 

“Did you ever play?” she continued. 

“No, I don’t have the discipline,” he joked. 

“Well, surely you must have some to be a writer,” she insisted. 

“Writing itself is a discipline, those who practice it actually have very little,” he replied. 

She smiled. “You’re mighty clever, Bob.” 

“And you are very sweet, Melanie,” he returned. 

She lost track of how much time she spent there with him, but it must have been hours. More and more patients succumbed to slumber after they’d been fed, so Melanie realized it must be nearing evening. The room had gotten darker too without her noticing. But Bob was so engaging. He was smart, witty, and creative. He told Melanie about a girl back home named Vera, who he hoped to see again. He spoke little of his parents, becoming withdrawn when they came up. He listened well when she spoke of her humble upbringing in the Carolina foothills, nodding with sympathy when she expressed her own complicated relationship with her mother, though she avoided details. 

The conversation came to a stop when she let out a yawn in spite of herself. 

“Tired?” he asked. 

“A bit,” she admitted. 

He jerked his head toward the exit. “Go on and get some sleep.” 

“Are you sure?” she asked. 

“Yeah, I’d hardly be a friend if I didn’t let you get your rest,” he said. “And it’s not like I’m going anywhere.” 

“Very well,” she agreed with a smile. “Same time tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, but maybe see if you can get us a table by the window next time,” he joked. 

She giggled. “Good night, Bob.” 

“Night, Melanie.” 

She retired to bed. But every day, for a whole week, she sat with him after her shift was done and they chatted. About anything and everything - except the war. They did not ask why the other enlisted or if they had any loved ones they worried about. They didn’t discuss plans for post war life. Melanie was only permitted to even ask about his wounds while she was on duty. Otherwise, it was strictly the business of life outside of war. They talked about books, movies, music, and religion. She frequently felt he was too smart for her, as he’d drop in deeply philosophical remarks throughout, but he never condescended, either. Melanie began to look forward to her talks with Bob Leckie, as it was her only reprieve from everything around her. 

 After the week, Melanie took her usual seat at the foot of his bed, a grin on her face that made him raise a quizzical brow. 

“May I break our pact to tell you some very good news?” she asked. 

He seemed hesitant. “Well, the saying goes that no news is good news.” 

“You can’t honestly believe that in your profession, can you?” she returned. 

“Got me there,” he conceded. “But I am going to ask for something in return.” 

“What’s that?” she wondered. 

“You know what I want,” he told her. 

She froze. Her accent was a frequent topic of their conversations, mainly because he continually compared her to the famous southern belle of Gone With the Wind. He’d already asked this of her a couple of times. 

“Oh, come on now, Bob, you -” 

“It’s the only price I’ll accept for breaking the pact,” he cut across her. 

She resisted the urge to stamp her foot. “Very well, I’ll do it.” 

“Excellent!” he said victoriously. “Now, what’s this good news?” 

It was too good to continue being cross with him, so she offered another pleasant smile. 

“You’re going home,” she told him. “You’ve been approved to return to the States.” 

His mouth fell slightly agape as the breath left his lungs. He cut his gaze away from her and down to his lap, where his book had landed after sliding out of his grasp. Slowly, he toyed with the edges of the pages. This wasn’t at all how Melanie had pictured this going. 

“I’m sorry, Bob,” she said. “I hope I haven’t upset you.” 

“No,” he replied quickly. “No, not at all, it’s just…I can hardly believe it.” 

However much they pretended, Bob was not an exception to the other men who came through the hospital. He was one of many, who Melanie already knew would be returning almost unrecognizable to the people from his life before. He was not disfigured in his face like the man who was afraid to go home to his wife. Bob was scarred in his soul. And he had clearly anticipated further maiming. 

“Do you need a moment alone?” she offered.

He shook his head, clarity returning to his eyes. “No, no, I’m alright.” After a beat, he smirked at her. “I still need my payment.” 

“Oh, gracious -” 

“You promised!” 

Ignoring the flush rising in her cheeks, she sat down, and took Bob’s hand, shooting him a desperate look. He snickered.

“Oh, Rhett,” she sighed dramatically. “If you should go - where shall I go? What shall I do?” 

Bob looked back at her sternly, doing his best Clark Gable. “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 

They shared a laugh and he patted her hand. 

“Thanks, Melanie,” he said. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied. 

He cleared his throat, looking forlorn again. She only tilted her head to the side, shooting him a curious glance, which he picked up on. 

“You should know, I very much give a damn about you,” he told her. “May I write to you when I get home?” 

“I’d like that,” she said with a smile and a nod. “I have enjoyed you so.” 

He gave her hand a squeeze. It was true he was returning home with scars and heartache. But he was also walking away with a rather unexpected friend.

[thoughpoppiesblow]

Hey! If you're still doing the 5 sentence prompts, 31. Flowers - for Marian Singer ;) 💜 please!

Hey Kat, thanks so much for the ask! I hope you like this 💙

The edelweiss flower Georgia had given her had long since shriveled up and died, but Marian still held on to it. The kid had brought it back from God knows where, and Marian felt that she ought to keep it with her as an act of loyalty. So, here she was in terrible, rainy Holland, with a dead a flower, a dead officer, and even more trouble on the horizon if Montgomery’s plan didn’t start working soon.

[basilone]

top 5 the Pacific characters and top 5 scenes? :)

Thank you! ❤️ I really don’t think the top 5 of characters is gonna contain a surprise, but.. the scenes one is embarrassing. It really is. I’m going to just.. quietly shrink back into the corner as y’all laugh at me.

Top 5 The Pacific characters

John Basilone (did you expect anyone else? did you? hahahahaha I am the one sitting here going LOVE JOHN BASILONE YOU COWARDS on repeat indefinitely and I will not stop my love for this man is relentless I have no dignity left in my body)

HOOS!! (I scream, top of my lungs, in exactly the way one should scream about Hoosier. if you don’t love him then what are you even doing, please love yourself and give yourself the care and affection you deserve by investing in this salty bastard’s wellbeing)

Andy Haldane (if I were to hashtag this man, he’d be #husbandmaterial and that’s that on that. I would follow him anywhere in the world I’m so soft for him)

Eddie Jones (.. where one goes, the other.. you got it. I can’t not name Eddie, he’s a sweetheart and his reactions give me life. one of the most capable lieutenants you’ll ever see, one of the most accidentally intimidating men in the world)

Lena Riggi (I, too, would fall in love with her. smart, capable, independent, cute as heck, keeps you on your toes -- what’s not to love??)

Top 5 The Pacific scenes

John almost getting into that bar fight while drink-mixing like a pro to honor Manny’s passing (it’s the epitome of his character, enjoying life to the fullest but also always ready to throw hands -- if you need to understand why I love him this much, watch that scene again and pay really close attention to his non-verbal stuff)

John -- yes, again -- going out golfing and getting war flashbacks (it’s the finest depiction of how subtle PTSD can be, how it can just sneak up on you when you’re in the middle of something else, how utterly displaced John was back home and how cruel it was to take him home like that and expect him to be okay)

John (I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE) doing the most at Guadalcanal and just.. essentially snapping into that battle frenzy and gaining some kind of preternatural calm that lets him do exactly what’s needed at the moment it’s needed (it’s so good and it’s done so well, that exhaustion at war with what needs doing and that inner peace in the middle of all that chaos)

THE TANK SCENE THE TANK SCENE THE TANK SCENE (do I need to explain myself no I do not it is the biggest moment of “holy shit these guys are insane in the best way” in the entirety of HBO War shows and not a day goes by when I don’t think about Andy and Eddie stopping a tank)

“You are ugly, I want Hoosier” followed by “take a number” (the flirting! the looks! the HCo stupidity on full display! the way this scene evolves into them singing happy birthday to Sid! the cuteness and softness please!)

[hoosierbi]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

if u see a pretty flower today just know that it was me. i did that for u

[mizunoir]

Here it is! My artwork for BoB Friendship Bonanza!

My amazing recipient @papersergeant-pencilsoldier​ provided me with many amazing prompts and I decided to mash 2 of them: an epistolary ‘fic’ with Gene & Renee after the war + an everyday scene that Gene might have noticed - Dukeman & Perconte & Tab & Trigger teasing the replacements.

It was an incredible experience and I am so very glad I got to be a part of it ;w; ❤

[hbowardaily]

Posting starts tomorrow!

You will have from the 20th to the 25th of December to post your creations!

If you don’t post anything during this time, and you don’t notify us about you dropping out, that means you will have to face a one year ban from all events of this blog. This rule is needed so everyone can enjoy their gift during the holidays!

Thank you all so much for joining this event!

Happy Holidays! 🎅

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[onelungmcclung]

grant, mcclung, liebgott & babe

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[hellitwasyoufirstsergeant]

The quote is from the magnificent Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky

Why is it always the characters with the most internal angst that I fall in love with

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[wecomrades]

✨ Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal ✨

“We’re here to fight the monsters, Croz. Yeah. And, yeah– Yeah, that’s made us do some tough things… but-but we had to. There’s no other way. The things these people are capable of… No, they got it coming. Trust me. They got it coming.”

Hello again! Couldn’t help but drawing this beautiful soul, one of the best (if not the best) characters of Masters of the Air.

Kinda like this one, but the shadows on the reference photo were a bit odd so it wasn’t that easy doing the shades… especially the mouth/moustache area, as you can see it came out a little weird. But anyway, hope you like it! 💛

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[mercurygray]

1, 9 and 10 for the top gun ask game :) (also, it's been a while, I hope you're doing well!)

Omg how are you???

1. Who’s your favorite character & why are they your fave?

Are you ready for this? Are you ready?

It's Amelia - Penny's daughter.

I think she serves as a good barometer of how much Mav has changed as a person and grown up - not just because she sort of forces him to confront the passage of time, but that he deals with her, a thirteen year old girl, as someone who's worthy of time and attention and a question about her schoolwork, not just a 'So where's your mom' and a short brushoff. Don't get me wrong - it's a little awkward. But he's trying. He gives Penny and her daughter space to have their conversation about the boat. And she lays out the LAW after he jumps out that window, and Mav is now at a point in his life where he can listen to something like that.

What’s your favorite scene in either movie?

I saved you life!

I SAVED YOUR LIFE! That's the whole point. What the hell were you even thinking?

You taught me not to think!

And the '…goddamnit so I did' is just - great. This movie is a comedy.

Favorite part of the soundtrack from either movie?

The Anthem from the original soundtrack has been stuck in my head all week.

[wexhappyxfew]

Landslide | Chapter 92 | Where The Enemy Once Stood

"There is no teacher but the enemy. No one but the enemy will tell you what the enemy is going to do. No one but the enemy will ever teach you how to destroy and conquer. Only the enemy shows you where you are weak."

- Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game

Natia spent more time than she wanted in the Eagles' Nest.

Sometimes, she just wanted to climb up to the top of the mountain and inhale some of the fresh mountain air and feel her muscles burn from the work it took to get up the mountain. Sometimes, it was because it was far quieter than down the mountain in the main area of Berchtesgaden and more often these days, she longed for some quietness. Sometimes, it was just because she wanted to stare at the mountains. Just sit and stare and listen to the wind blow overtop the mountains and down into the valley, hitting the trees and rustling their fresh summer leaves.

Today was because she was bored. Not that there wasn't plenty to do, but today, she had finished all the assignments Captain Speirs needed to have written up, some of the enlisted were already downing some bottles of wine and champagne they'd scrounged, and things for the most part were settled in.

Years ago, this would have bothered her. Being in a place such as this where the enemy once stood all alone with herself - of course, some of the officers were here and there were people in other rooms, but the great large room that served as the residential sitting room it seemed, remained in her occupancy. And she was all alone. She didn't mind being alone as much anymore.

[read the rest on AO3 + Wattpad]

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hellloooo!!! long time no see! and i’m updating a consistent week later woooo!!! vv excited personally bc it’s been a bit since that’s happened lol! :) natia’s story continues to toss and term and trickle its way to its ending and this last big chunk of chapters are all just very satisfying to see posted bc it’s an ending idea i’ve had in my for at least a year now so, it’s very rewarding to see these get published! if you ever have any questions about the fic or natia, im always open, but in any case, thank you to everyone that reads, i really do appreciate it so much! and once again, happy reading! :)

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Love Fest 2021 Masterlist

Love Fest is done! The wonderful community has created 18 works, and as a wrapping-up, we’d put them all in one big masterlist together. Below are all the works, prompt by prompt, separated into fic/art/edits, in alphabetical order. Spread the word, spread the love! <3

FIC: 

A Little Distraction by @anthrobrat

Nixon/Welsh; Rated M Prompt: "Oops, we got drunk and gave each other (Dealer's Choice)."

'Cause all I know is we said hello (and your eyes look like coming home) by @vintagelavenderskies

Eugene Roe/Renee LeMaire; Rated G Prompts: Eugene is a barista at the local cafe. Renee is new to the States and frequently visits the cafe. Over time, they become friends and eventually fall for each other.

Detective Luz Is On The Case! by @serasvictoria

Genfic; Rated G Prompt:Someone has stolen the precious few Hershey bars from the supplies. Thankfully, George has seen a detective movie or two (or three, or seven...) so he puts on his best over-the-top detective voice and sets out to solve the mystery. Detective Luz is on the case!

Landing by @ralphspina

LuzRoe; Rated G Prompt: It's D-Day; George and Gene land near each other in Normandy and need to go find their company.

Lupercalia by @howling-harpy

Speirton; Rated G Prompt: Ron is the strictest, scariest, most standoffish boss in Easy, and his coworkers don't know the slightest thing about his personal life. So, naturally, it's the talk of the office when someone finds out that he's bringing a plus one to the company party.

More Than A Team by @mercurygray

Winnix; Rated G Prompt: Whipped cream.

Mornings are for the loved, and the loving, for me and for you. by @mariamegale

Baberoe, Rated E Prompt: A Babe/Gene smut fest. Go crazy. Can have some story to it or pwp.

Only In Dreams by @serasvictoria

Lipton/Talbert, Rated E Prompt: Ever since Floyd saw liptons dick in carentan, he can’t stop thinking about it.

Passing Fancy by Muccamukk

Bucklarkey, Rated E Prompt: Malarkey loses a bet to a female intelligence officer and has to wear her uniform for the day (stockings, garter belts, panties included ;) ), and buck decides he’s about to act up.

Pillow talk by @speirtongirl

Speirton, Rated M Prompt: Speirs and Lipton sleep together for the first time, but what then? Pillowtalk presents a challenge for them both. Perhaps they don't know what to say, perhaps they fear what the other is thinking and whether or not they feel the same, or if they're going to stay the night.

Receiving End of Your Stare by @serasvictoria

Bucklarkey, Rated E Prompt: Malarkey loses a bet to a female intelligence officer and has to wear her uniform for the day (stockings, garter belts, panties included ;) ), and buck decides he’s about to act up.

Walking Wounded by @papersergeant-pencilsoldier

Baberoe; Rated G Prompt: Canon-era; Either Gene or Babe have magic, or both. Maybe magic is known or maybe they need to hide it.

ART:

After The War by @onelungmcclung

Toye/McClung Prompt: The Joe Toye Post-War Happiness Project Joe finds love and happiness after the war, and comes to accept himself better.

Fluffy Comfort Delivery by @lyselkatz​

Randlemartin Prompt: One of them is hurt or homesick or otherwise down, and the other comes up with something improbable to comfort him.

Not your typical Prince Charming by @lyselkatz 

Winnix Prompt: Nix riding a horse and being Dick's cynical but irresistible Prince Charming. (preferably not in an actual fairy tale setting)

Sweet Comfort by @lyselkatz

Gen; Roe and Smokey Prompt: canonverse; do what you like with it. (hmu if this is too vague.)

You Can’t Resist The Pull by @ksansart​

Speirs/Roe Speirs is not the kind to fall for soft-spoken, kind-hearted doctors. Turns out, Gene is just really good at hiding his skeletons. Quite literally.

EDIT: 

After The War by @onelungmcclung

Toye/McClung Prompt: The Joe Toye Post-War Happiness Project Joe finds love and happiness after the war, and comes to accept himself better.

Final words: Being an admin on this event has been such a gift and a treat, and I want to thank every single member of our community who participated with prompts, works, or just your wonderful selves. <3

If you submitted a prompt that didn’t get filled, we highly recommend you submit them to the Loose Lips Sink Ships Prompt Meme! Similarly, if you’re a creator who thought this was/looks fun and are looking for deadline-free prompts and inspiration, absolutely check out LLSS! <3

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