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i hope you'll forgive me for mass reblogging your spain drawing. it will continue

i’m honoured!! ❤️

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Thinking about nyo!cardverse!lietpru

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Emergency Commissions/Donations

I need to move, again. This is mostly for school and because of my timeline, I can't go to the job store. I have had multiple people ask about commissions in the past, so now is the chance to jump me and make me draw your ship or your favorite little guy/gal/etc or your OC or what have you.

NSFW is okay but I need some sort of confirmation you are 18 or older. It does not have to be Hetalia.

Payment through Paypal or Venmo please.

Prices are starting points for one character (or two in the case of the ship chibis), more information in the linked form. Please understand that I was an illustrator and commission artist for 6 years and these prices are slashed due to urgency. If you feel led to pay more, I will be grateful.

you can also just throw me $5 and wish me the best, that will help with gas at the very least.

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let's get lost, mi vida 🍅

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— unpublished | work in progress | spamano

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Did you ever wrote from a request?

Sorry.

Have a lucky day!

hey! yes, i’m open to requests :)

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he's already bent sideways & back for you, lovi 🍹

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pairing: antonio/lovino theme: lifeguards, liars, & seasalt

summer sinks into lovino’s skin, and the morning slaughters itself across the shoreline. it’s as warm as warm days come, salt wetting his upper lip, a leg hinged over the other; he’s been there for hours, hoping the heat will temper tomorrow’s monday. it never does, and he never learns, and the beach still organises itself one folding wave after the next.

a paper coffee cup is pushed into the sand beside him, the double espresso too shallow to need the size, too hot to drink, too dark to remove the stained-proof of it on his swimsuit. lovino closes his eyes, feels the peeling burn behind them; the sun sits inside him, miele, a honeycomb heat that might just kill him. 

“hey!”

or might make me kill instead. 

lovino doesn’t open his eyes, not until a cool silhouette eclipses him. 

“what?��� he snaps, italian sharpening his tongue. it takes a moment to focus, but green eyes and brown skin meet him halfway, a scar notching over the man’s smile. a drop of sea water hits lovino’s cheek; the man’s soaked, lashline heavy and dark, mouth vibrant. 

“just checking that you weren’t asleep,” is the english response, “you’re close to the water, the tide’s going to rise soon.”

“madre de dio, i wasn’t born last night,” lovino hisses, wipes the water off with the back of his hand. “jesus, get out of my face, you’re wet!”

the man laughs and pulls back, enough space between them for lovino to notice the cherry-skin shorts. lifeguard. “lo siento.” 

“do you want me to just fuck off?” lovino sits up, knocking over the coffee with his elbow. they watch the liquid sink down into the sand for a long, silent second. “great. grande. i’m going home.”

“but it’s a good day!”

“not good enough,” lovino mumbles and works his body to a stand. the man’s wet hand finds his wrist. 

“really, you shouldn’t go—” he’s smiling, but there’s something calmer about it. “enjoy it.”

lovino looked back at him. the way those eyes lid, the seams of his mouth pushing in to tame a smile. and then it strikes like a pulled rubber band. lovino’s brow hitches. “are you coming onto me?”

the man’s laugh is baritone thick. “i’m on the job!”

lovino stares. “right. and now that you’ve saved me from—what, getting my toes wet? you should focus on the kid about to meet his maker.”

the man’s face hardens, head snapping to the sea. a whistle nearly knocks lovino off his feet. he almost regrets the lie. almost. “do that when you’re not inches from my ear, stronzo.”

“maybe don’t bluff, then,” the man chastises, a little peeved himself. “i’m antonio. you?”

lovino sneers. “what’s it to you?”

antonio leans in, annoyance forgotten and smile smitten, disingenuous. “everything.”

lovino’s burnt skin hides his shame. “fuck off, who has that worked on?”

“you, for starters,” antonio chuckles, wipes down his damp curls with a hand. “want to see how well it works after hours?”

lovino scoffs, but he keeps the amusement apparent. “testing the waters?”

antonio grins. “testing the waters.”

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you’re a tough act to follow, doom 🔥

island of the sun — winona oak

how to be a human being — glass animals

99 nights — charlotte cardin

dirt femme — tove lo

honeymoon — lana del rey

jaguar — victoria monét

over her dead body — ellise

if i can’t have love, i want power — halsey

wasteland, baby! — hozier

Tagged by @personal-worst to show the 9 most recent albums ive been listening to

Songs: Ohia - Magnolia Electric Co.

Kanonenfieber - Menschenmühle

Mütiilation - Rattenkonig

Sufjan Stevens - Illinois(e)

Coldplay - Parachutes

Thou - Inconsolable

Will Connolly - Catterpillars of The Commonwealth

Kuroi Mori - Schwarzwald

Lady Lamb - After

Tagging: @bone-evidence @roszabell @maibluemen @saltcove @assby @artemiswolfheart have fun!

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ruspru vs liet outlaw au

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a vile gil giftbasket for @doomspiral 💎

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Freaks off their leash who fight like dogs

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someone get this man a gun he deserves it

I just want to see tolys do bad things is that so unreasonable?

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when isn’t this man happy & catholic 💃

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he’s keeping the coat 🤞

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@doomspiral love the shenanigans, let's go! 🍊 seven lines from espresso, double: a busking spamano au in the works.

He’d never heard Spanish behave like that.  Sung like that.  Miserable and furious, words did not match their delivery; lyrics harmonising midsummer love, ripe peaches, picked weeds, all punctuated by a gruff, violent use of voice. The man was perched sideways on the fountain, backlit water casting nets of reflection onto his face, cuts of white and undecided blue. Antonio couldn’t quite understand what he was looking at.  Street musicians weren’t uncommon.  But you’re—Rome.

no tag besties in the space (yet), but it's all yours if you want to follow up!

Tagged for heads up seven up by @breitzbachbea (who ofc is always serving with their writing). Thank you!

Seven lines from the chapter of Nerium Oleander that is going to give me gray hairs as I edit because what kind of detective story can be lacking a chase scene? Certainly, not this one (or maybe yes, we'll see when the edition is over)

The chase is thrilling but the surroundings are blurry, the sweet smell of cotton candy overwhelms him, it's nauseous, sickly sweet as he pushes away the onlookers that stay on his path. With heavy breaths, he stretches out his hand trying to grasp onto the man, but he's faster than him, a sleazy snake that eludes from his reach.

I'm tagging @darcymariaphoster @spinyfruit @the-heaminator @fizzycherrycola @mimizuku9 and @fluffywhump if you want to ~

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if neither of you want it, give me the coat 🍊