September222014

Anonymous said: Challenge: Write a little 5 sentence tale of how naga arthur finds the pleasure in his vent~

qichi:

well…………………………….

Arthur lets his owner shift him around; Alfred doesn’t usually touch, but his hands are gentle and careful and Arthur trusts him more than anyone else ever. Still, he blinks and cocks his head: what’s going on? what’s that long, thin metal thing? it looks cold—

—and it is. It slips right between his folds and then down, making Arthur so, so aware of the space it’s filling, the way he wants to close around it and feel it move. But it’s gone before he can do anything about it, Alfred’s trying to stand and leave and all he says is “so you are a guy, huh?” and Arthur grabshis arm, digs his fingers in. He wants it back.

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September202014
qichi:

"I hate it here," Arthur decides with a voice that even /sounds/ like he’s scowling. From clear across the room Alfred can hear him rustling their heavy blankets over himself, trying to nest, as always.
Alfred is bent by the fire to give their stew another stir. Their cabin is filled with the wafting aroma of food in the middle of cooking: a promise of tender beef, soft vegetables, and hearty broth to warm them through.
"No." As soon as Alfred stands and walks towards the bed, towards Arthur, the chill from the blizzard raging just outside wraps around his skin and starts seeping down to his bones. "You don’t. You just like complaining."
When Alfred nears, Arthur retaliates for that comment by gathering all the blankets and furs around himself and tugging them firmly away from Alfred’s grasp. “We cannot all be /nords/, Alfred, and have more muscles than brains.”
So Alfred joins him under them. It’s far better than competing, he’s found. “Then eat, Arthur. Get something on your bones. I make these meals because /you/ like them… I could live on deer and potatoes.”
Arthur goes silent, which is always the surest sign that he’s given up the fight.
Usually.
"I hate /you/," he decides instead, revising his earlier opinion while wrapping his arms around Alfred’s torso.
"Mm. Okay. Well, I hate you too, Arthur."

Aww

qichi:

"I hate it here," Arthur decides with a voice that even /sounds/ like he’s scowling. From clear across the room Alfred can hear him rustling their heavy blankets over himself, trying to nest, as always.

Alfred is bent by the fire to give their stew another stir. Their cabin is filled with the wafting aroma of food in the middle of cooking: a promise of tender beef, soft vegetables, and hearty broth to warm them through.

"No." As soon as Alfred stands and walks towards the bed, towards Arthur, the chill from the blizzard raging just outside wraps around his skin and starts seeping down to his bones. "You don’t. You just like complaining."

When Alfred nears, Arthur retaliates for that comment by gathering all the blankets and furs around himself and tugging them firmly away from Alfred’s grasp. “We cannot all be /nords/, Alfred, and have more muscles than brains.”

So Alfred joins him under them. It’s far better than competing, he’s found. “Then eat, Arthur. Get something on your bones. I make these meals because /you/ like them… I could live on deer and potatoes.”

Arthur goes silent, which is always the surest sign that he’s given up the fight.

Usually.

"I hate /you/," he decides instead, revising his earlier opinion while wrapping his arms around Alfred’s torso.

"Mm. Okay. Well, I hate you too, Arthur."

Aww

September192014

I really want to get a somewhat accurate head count of the number of hetalia fans on tumblr

crowxfeather1:

so, if you like hetalia, reblog this post. But don’t like it and only reblog it once. ^^

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hetalians unite! :3

(Source: con-queer, via america-loves-england)

September182014

Anonymous said: But what about Mrs. Hudson?? She should be with the girls too! P.S. I LOVE YOUR ART ♥

floccinaucinihilipilificationa:

I think Mrs Hudson is pretty busy with being Mrs Hudson! But I’m sure she makes cookies for everyone ♥

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O_O

drugs lol 

September172014
the-patatertot-ghost:

He’s so happy he’s crying.

the-patatertot-ghost:

He’s so happy he’s crying.

(via gotchibi)

September162014
otoshigo:

Well that sort of worked…. At least I can replicate my messy style. XD

otoshigo:

Well that sort of worked…. At least I can replicate my messy style. XD

September152014
September142014
chimelon:

I gave in, so here’s something to set the mood.
And here’s something not suitable to ruin lighten up the mood ffff

chimelon:

I gave in, so here’s something to set the mood.

And here’s something not suitable to ruin lighten up the mood ffff

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(via america-loves-england)

September132014
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