Night Vale Community Kink Meme

FILL; WWII!AU (Cecilos eventually, post-polio Cecil)

Wed, 30 Oct 2013 01:03:58 GMT

Posted by: moon_custafer

Dr. Romero had become more accustomed, of late, to a lab coat than to a suit jacket, and he fidgeted uncomfortably and worried that his tie would somehow manage to fall into his coffee cup as he waited in the side-street café. Still, he hadn’t dared look anything but his best for what was, to all intents and purposes, a job interview. The miniature cowbell that hung in the doorway tinkled as another customer came in – Romero glanced up and then rose politely for the tiny old lady with the discreet insignia pinned to her lapel.
“Colonel.” Colonel Josephine Harding narrowed her eyes and Romero wondered for a moment if he’d committed some offense.
“I know perfectly well,” she said firmly, “that everyone in the field calls me Old Woman Josie. You may do likewise for all I care.” She shook his hand, and they sat down at the little table he had taken. The waitress, when she came to refill his coffee cup and take the Colonel’s order, looked mildly shocked by the pair. She had previously been, if anything, a little too attentive in refilling Romero’s coffee cup, and the scientist, who was not unaware of his good looks though out of some perverse sense of pride he put as little effort into them as decency would permit, wondered if she now thought he was the old lady’s lover. A gleam in Col. Harding’s eye suggested she too had noticed the waitress’ discomfort and found it amusing.
“I have bad news,” said the Colonel when the waitress had moved away, “and I have good news.”
“I noticed you placed the bad news first.”
“It’s pretty bad. Dr. Romero, your record shows you to be one of the finest minds currently working in physics, and every one of your colleagues speaks highly of you as a scientist and as a human being. Unfortunately, Colonel Carlsberg has some kind of stupid race prejudice against Mexicans. I even tried pitching our Government’s Good Neighbours policy at him, may the angels forgive me, but the blowhard is bright enough to know the difference between Mexico and South America, worse luck. ” Romero felt his heart sink. Col. Harding eyed him, sizing him up, he felt.
“You haven’t asked about the other news.”
“The good news?”
“Well... Call it modified-rapturous news. As head up the science project, I can override him.”
“That’s positive news, isn’t it?”
“He’s not going to like it, and he handles the practical running of the base, including security. That’s why I wanted to speak to you beforehand. Know that if I bring you onto this project, Col. Carlsburg is going to be all over you, hunting for flaws. You’ve got to be perfect, Dr. Romero, or he’ll have you thrown out and likely into prison if he can swing it. Do you have anything, anything at all in your past he could use against you?”
Romero cast his mind back and figured no one could bring charges against him for wistful glances and the occasional erotic dream, but resolved to burn his personal diary that night for safety;
“Nothing.”
“And are you willing to put up with that kind of scrutiny every day and every night; balanced against your colleagues being genuinely glad to have you?” She fell silent as the waitress arrived with their coffees, and a tiny sliver of cake. “Do you like almond?” the old lady inquired, suddenly. “We can split this slice of cake if you wish. It’s for filling than it looks, you know, and I can’t finish it off myself.” In a lower tone she added; “I’m afraid I can’t give you the luxury of a long time to think this over – I’ll need to know, before your coffee gets cold, if you’re in or out.”
Romero smiled, a genuine smile, not a job-interview one:
“The chance to fight Hitler *and* my own commanding officer? How could I turn it down?”

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PROMPTS

Mon, 08 Jul 2013 00:57:07 GMT

Posted by: nightvalekinkmods

Look to the obelisk. We do not know from whence it came, but it is attracting many cats, and also many prompt comments. You may add your own prompt comments, in propitiation of an unknowable and translucent divinity, localized here before you.

The subject line of the prompt comment should contain brief details of the characters, pairings, kinks, and content that you have dredged from the bubbling slurry of your foul imagination and dropped, still wriggling weakly, into this Dreamwidth community.

For your edification and further progress toward a state of suprahuman intelligence, unimpeded by such mortal concepts as confusion or uncertainty, a suitable example prompt follows, scribed by someone who is entirely, mysteriously anonymous, and definitely not Steve Carlsberg:

Cecil/Steve Carlsberg, REQUITED sexual tension
After years of completely unjustified and totally horny insults delivered on his omnipresent and utterly annoying radio show, Cecil Baldwin FINALLY GIVES IN TO WHAT HE KNOWS TO BE TRUE AND KISSES STEVE CARLSBERG. Then they have sex.

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FILLS

Mon, 08 Jul 2013 00:27:53 GMT

Posted by: nightvalekinkmods

If you follow the ancient spiral stair down many leagues beneath the Night Vale Public Library, and if you know the right Unmodified Sumerian phrase to whisper to the faceless doorkeeper, and if you offer up a drop of your own precious blood, and if the wind is blowing in the right direction over the sand wastes, you will be allowed into a secret subterranean archive chamber. The only thing you will find in the archive chamber is a book bound in slightly sticky leather, printed in a mysterious silver ichor, and containing every fill ever posted on the Night Vale Community Kink Meme.

To add your own fill to this ancient and sinister tome, draw the sigil (you know the one we mean) on your left wrist and wait for it to begin humming. Then post a link to your fill in the comments, making use of the subject line for a brief description of the characters, pairings, kinks, and content therein.

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RULES

Sun, 07 Jul 2013 23:50:51 GMT

Posted by: nightvalekinkmods

Participants of Night Vale Community Kink Meme are ~~encouraged~~ ordered by the City Council to read and abide by the RULES, on pain of immediate removal to the abandoned mine shaft just outside of town.

In the center of town there is a totem pole. On each side is engraved the features of one after another of the Community Kink Meme mods. This is what the totem pole whispers - softly, erotically - into our fitful dreams:

( RULES UNDER THE CUT )

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