#frukspringfestival2k17

[iris-of-mooonlight]

Wow is this late!!

Okay, so this was supposed to be for FrUK week for the Alice in Wonderland theme, but uhhh .....looks at the date ...whoops...

Anyway, I had a lot of fun making this, and I think it turned out really well!!

SO MANY LAYERS

Please reblog, but no reposting, and please don’t delete the artist’s comment!!

[leathersama]

Day 4: Dragon/Knight Arthur is just an adventurer and along his travels end up with an annoying dragon companion along the way. Or something like that. And there starts a new adventure. 

[frukery-blog]

I had today off, but I was pretty busy. So here is a line drawing. No colour today friends.

For the FrUk 3rd Spring Festival, Day 5's Fantasy theme: Alice in Wonderland

[frukheaven]

Ladies, Gentlemen and Non Binary Folks!

Welcome to the FrUk 3rd Spring Festival “The Magic of Love and the Science of Romance”!

This event was made to celebrate FrUk (obviously) and @frukheaven third birthday! 

Anyway, from the 11th of May to the 16th of May there will be a celebration in which FrUk writers and artists can contribute to make more FrUk fanfics and fanarts to everybody!

I’ve held a quick survey before starting to decide between Fantasy AUs (like last year) and Sci-fi AUs. Surprisingly enough, it was a tight decision. Fantasy won with 52% of the votes, but since it was such a close victory, I decided to pick two themes per day, one of a Fantasy AU and the other for a Sci-Fi AU! This way, everybody has a choice and everybody can participate! You can also MIX the two themes each day if you want ;D

The Themes and the designed days are:

Day 1 (11th of May): Fantasy: Angel and/or Demon Sci-Fi: Star Wars

Day 2 (12th of May): Fantasy: Make a Wish Sci-Fi: Science gone wrong

Day 3 (13th of May): Fantasy: Magic Mirror Sci-Fi: Matrix

Day 4 (14th of May): Fantasy: Dragon and/or Knight Sci-Fi: Cyborg or Robot

Day 5 (15th of May): Fantasy: Alice in Wonderland Sci-Fi: Futuristic Dystopia

Day 6 (16th of May): Fantasy: Vampire Sci-Fi: Clockwork

OFFICIAL TAG OF THE EVENT: #frukspringfestival2k17

Rules and more info under the cut!

Ok! The rules are pretty simple:

Each day will have a different assigned theme/prompt that is open to interpretation. To participate, you just have to make a piece of art (written art, drawn art, digital art, fanmix, cosplay, aesthetics, etc) about FrUk following the theme/prompt of the day and publish it on the right date!

It would be totally awesome if you can participate in all days, but it is ok to only participate in one or two days. Do what you are able to. If you miss one day, you can always try again in the next. No problem, luv.

Just like last year Spring Festival, the themes were picked by me (frukheaven Admin), since it is the blog’s birthday. But, hey! You have two options per day! =D That is good, isn’t it?

Again, the themes will be all Fantastic AUs or Sci-Fi AUs, since these are the theme of the Festival this year.

The Themes and the designed days are:

Day 1 (11th of May): Fantasy: Angel and/or Demon Sci-Fi: Star Wars

Day 2 (12th of May): Fantasy: Make a Wish Sci-Fi: Science gone wrong

Day 3 (13th of May): Fantasy: Magic Mirror Sci-Fi: Matrix

Day 4 (14th of May): Fantasy: Dragon and/or Knight Sci-Fi: Cyborg or Robot

Day 5 (15th of May): Fantasy: Alice in Wonderland Sci-Fi: Futuristic Dystopia

Day 6 (16th of May): Fantasy: Vampire Sci-Fi: Clockwork

That means that the artists will have at least a month to work on their pieces beforehand!

General rules:

Follow the tag #frukspringfestival2k17 to official announcements of the event (following @frukheaven is optional)

Please, be kind to each other. Do not send hate to other participant. This includes people who are not participating. Please, be polite.

Any rating is allowed. Want make something NSFW? Go for it! Don’t want to do something NSFW? That is ok bud. 

Just make sure to use the right WARNINGS in case that you are making NSFW. For example: advise people before they read your work if it has, sex, gore and/or any other mature thing (and to tag it as NSFW and tag the triggers)

For fanfic authors: If you are going to publish your whole story on Tumblr, PUT IT UNDER A CUT!

Posting a link for an external site is fine too (just put the Title, Summary, Rating and Warnings under the link).

For fanart artists: Put something in the captions to let people know that that art is yours. If you have a watermark, that is fine (and advised) to use it, but if not, use the captions.

For fanart artists2: If you are going to draw any of them as a cis male, please, for the love of the Goddess: DON’T MAKE HIS HIPS WIDE AND HIS WAIST THIN (like a curvy cis woman). Seriously, I am a DOCTOR and I KNOW for a fact that THIS IS NOT HOW FAT TISSUE GOES TO A PERSON UNDER THE EFECT OF TESTOSTERONE! If you are making a cis woman or a trans character, go ahead and make the waist any way you want. But healthy able bodied cis man don’t have thin waist and wide hips. Just, please…

Fell Free to interpret the prompt as you like. They are kind of cliché, but they are easy to interpret, at least =)

Tagging!

Use the tag #frukspringfestival2k17 so it can be easy to find.  THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN FIND YOU!!!

Tag works accordingly, such as FrUK, nsfw, nyotalia, transtalia, etc.

Remember to tag any triggers and to use the #NSFW tag if necessary.

Please tag with the day and prompt being used. For example #frukspringfestival2k17 #day1 

If you have any questions, please don’t be afraid to contact me HERE

[anim-azmine]

FrUK Spring Festival 2k17!

Day 1 - Angels and Demons

I had a whole idea about this, being Alice and Marianne, both angel and demon guides of Arthur and Francis respectively, turning them into magical guardians of each side. However, I didn’t have enough time (and strength hehe) to finish a decent plot of it.

If you wanna see the mini comic I made (if I can call it in that way lol) of Alice recluiting Arthur, here it is:

Yes. Arthur definitely didn’t expect this.

[vaegonposting]

Day 5: Futuristic Dystopia AND Alice in Wonderland.

Couldn’t pick, so came up with a weird AU combining the two badly

[starriva-art]

“Welcome to the tea party! Grab a chair -sit down- you’re bound to have a lovely time.Ignore the half empty bottles of alcohol. Have a cup of tea on us!” Arthur, (the Mad Hatter) probably. I was going to make Francis the Cheshire cat, but the Hare and the Hatter are always having a ball, so why not.  

And what wonderland themed idea wouldn’t be complete with out an Alice, chasing after a rabbit , this is the only reason she was put in. didn’t get enough time, and the sketch does justice.

Quote the Rabbit: “ GET OUT OF THE MCFUCKING WAY,” 

Yea, he knocked over the table and sent people flying...guess who he is.

[fire-bear]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: France (Hetalia)/England (Hetalia) Characters: England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), UK Brothers (Hetalia), (just cause they're all there but only two of 'em speak), also Arthur's parents (OCs) Additional Tags: FrUKSpringFestival2k17, Day 4, Knights - Freeform, Dragons, Knights and Dragons, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Misunderstandings, Secrets, First Kiss Series: Part 5 of FrUK Spring Festival 2017 Summary:

Arthur has always wanted to become a knight - no matter what his best friend, Francis says. But he'll show him how much stronger he become as a knight! All he has to do is vanquish a nearby dragon and that will prove himself.

[easterntea]

Story: Starting Over

WARNINGS : This one shot takes on one of my various interpretation on religion, it is not what I truly think of it to be but it is one way I like to interpret it for stories. So please don’t be offended if you view these things differently. Another thing is id like to apologize for any grammar, spelling, and/or just any mistakes I made in this one shot. I hope you all like it and I accept any constructive criticism.

[desuchine]

FrUK Spring Festival 2k17: Day 1 - Angels and Demons

This spicy demon doesn’t want to hurt anyone, Arthur. 

[frukery-blog]

I been busy, missed festival days, had hand issues and all those excuses.

However I had today off! So I made a quick picture for today's theme for the FrUk 3rd Spring Festival “The Magic of Love and the Science of Romance"  and I do mean quick. Haha sorry for lack of colouring. Today's fantasy theme is Dragon and/or Knight.

[frukheaven]

FrUk Spring Festival 2k17 Day 2 - “Careful with what you wish for” on Ao3

Fanfic Title: Careful with what you wish for

Paring: Arthur/Francis (England/France) [kinda just mentioned. Kinda, it is complicated]

Sumary: A scientist blinded by grief wishes for forbbiden knowledge. He should know better than to make a wish to the devil without reading the Terms and Conditions. (Written for the second day of the FrUk Spring Festival 2k17 on tumblr!)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of gore-y stuff (tagging just to make sure) and demonic entities And I proudly annouce that I have a beta! <3

On Archive of Our Own

[daughter-of-war]

Fruk Day Three: Magic Mirror AU

—-I tend to dabble in flowers and blood magic, oh, and I love you—

For @frukheaven‘s #FrukSpringFestival2k17

Pairing: FrUk (Aph France/Aph England)

Pairing Type: M/M

Words: 1,897

Rating: General (Mild innuendo, nothing much)

Arthur's mirror was both his most valuable possession and his only one. He had been accused of dark witchcraft over a year ago now, and had been sentenced to death for his "crimes." Thankfully for him, he actually was a sorcerer, so he was able to sway the minds of the honest and simple folk that populated the village he lived in. The village wasn't anti-socrecy like many others around him, but they were quite hellbent on the pure use of magic in areas like enriching the beauty of people and nature, farming, and alchemy. Arthur lived on the outskirts of the village, and practiced both flower gardening and bloodmagic. Simple things like rosebushes and demon summonings were his specialties. However, he also had a terrible habit of getting much too fixated on certain things at a time, like once, when he ended up going a bit overboard with Easter Lillies and made everyone in a two-mile radius sprout the plants wherever they walked for a whole week. He'd gotten in quite a bit of trouble for that, since many of the village cats and dogs fell ill due to chewing on the poisonous flowers. He'd also accidentally released a low-level demon into the village square that decided to burn away the dresses of every lady in the town. Nobody had really gotten hurt, but that had gotten him in serious trouble. That's why his cottage had been moved to the edge of the forest from its place just outside of town. It was now a good half mile away from the outermost home in the village. It lost him lots of business, since not many people were willing to walk so far for his plants, near all of his customers going to the old woman in the center of town, even if her roses were enchanted to die a week after being taken off the bush to make everyone buy more week after week. And before he'd gotten locked away, he'd been in the midst of a bluebell crisis, and he was quite certain that by now, the flowers had taken over his house. They grew awfully fast. But despite all that, he still had one loyal customer.

Francis Bonnefoy.

Oh, the lovely foreign Francis. He was certainly the most beautiful man in the village, even if it was low bar to clear. He wasn't all that tall, as he was exactly Arthur's height without his shoes, but he was gently muscled and had a head of ashy blond hair that rivaled angels. Francis was willing to walk the extra half a mile to purchase flowers from Arthur, always smiling and pleasant. He was the one responsible for almost all of Arthur's income for a while, since nobody else wanted to walk so far for plants. So naturally, Arthur did what any man in love would do:

He cursed him.

Now, that may seem dramatic and less than sane, but it wasn't any sort of curse that could ruin lives. It was a silent curse, nothing too evil. But it meant Arthur could observe the man quietly when he wasn't at Arthur's cottage. Linking an enchanted silver mirror to Francis, Arthur was able to see Francis though whatever mirror the man happened to walk by. Francis' reflection had been more cursed than Francis himself, since in a silver mirror, Arthur would appear as if in a window instead of his reflection. Although, this ended up being less of a blessing to Arthur, and more like a curse unto himself. Francis owned no mirrors. No explanation, no obvious reason. He simply didn't own a single mirror.

Now, if he had, he would has been able to get the effect of Arthur's most lovely of curses. Arthur had made it so if Francis were to look into a silver mirror, and lock eyes with Arthur, his deepest attraction would come forth. And there wasn't any way that someone so devoted to Arthur and his flowers wouldn't love him even the slightest bit, right? That's what Arthur thought.

As he sat in the cell he now lived in, he looked at his mirror. The scene was boring. It was just Arthur himself, as as of now, Francis wasn't in front of any mirror. Right before he put it down, ready to sleep, the mirror flashed a soft yellow glow ad the scene changed. Arthur almost don't recognize his own home, which seemed to be overrun by Bluebells. The fragile blue flowers were covering the central room, where the door was opening. A yellow candle's flame lit up the area, the warm glow a sharp contrast to the cool plants covering the floors and walls. Arthur made a note to himself to undo the spell as soon as he could get out of the prison.

As he stared, he could see Francis' lips move, parhaps calling out a greeting. Why he'd show up to check in a year after Arthur disappeared from his home was anyone's guess. And the idea that Francis didn't know that Arthur'd been locked up puzzled him.

He looked straight at the mirror, too, which was hung at the back of the room directly across from the front door. His expression didn't change at all, even though their eyes were locked. They stayed like that for a couple seconds, and then Francis looked away, his attention drawn to a wooden rocking chair coated in dew and flowers. Arthur was desperately trying to see exactly what he was doing, but since the mirror, didn't move, all he could see was Francis' behind as he leaned over to look. It wasn't a bad view, but Arthur'd appreciate it if he could see what Francis was doing in his house.

Of course, it wasn't until Francis jumped back in horror that Arthur remembered that there was blood on the chair from his most recent summonings where he'd accidentally cut his arm too deeply. Whoops.

He ended watching him for as long as possible, with Francis only leaving when his candle started to burn his hand well past midnight.

¤

Arthur was released about a year later.

Of course, following basic logic, the first thing he did was go home. Upon arrival, he truly saw how much the Bluebells had taken over. Enfused with magic, the flowers had taken on a vine-like quality, allowing them to begin their upward journey toward the sun. The trees, his house, and even his laundryline had become the breeding ground for Bluebells. Despite the fact that they were quite literally ripping his home apart with their roots, they were quite beautiful. His little section of the edge of the woods was always covered in flowers, but with the addition of so much blue... it began to look alive. Even if the same couldn't be said for Arthur. He had bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep. He hadn't had a bed in almost two and a half years. Hay was nothing compared to the soft hammock he had in his bedroom. The thought of his room made the idea of going completely comatose unimaginably appealing.

As he made his way inside, he honestly tried his best to not crush the flowers, but at some points, it was impossible. Little droplets of blue blood smeared on his feet from where a flower's petal got caught beneath his naked feet. He worked his way to the back of the little stone and oak cottage, falling into a mess of Bluebell petals nestled into his hammock. With the flowers holding him like a baby in Mother Nature's arms, he fell asleep among baby blue.

¤

The knocking of a door woke him up.

He rolled out of his hammock, with the traitorous flowers not cushioning his fall.

"You'd think the least you could do is catch me, after all, I did give you my whole bloody house," he grumbled as he headed toward the door.

"Hel-lo," he stuttered as he opened the door to Francis. "What're you doing here?" He sounded infinitely more shocked than bothered.

"Well, I was wondering if you had any flowers?" He smiled with a shrug. The obvious answer was: 'Yes, I've got a million fucking bluebells, are you blind?' Arthur held his tongue on that one.

"Not any good ones, just these Bluebells. But I mean, you already knew that, didn't you?"

Francis laughed at that. "I meant more bouqets, but yes, I've seen the Bluebells!"

"Would you like to come in?" Arthur asked, his posture less than perfect. His first interaction with Francis in over two years hadn't gone to hell yet, so it was counted as a temporary success.

"Ah, yes, thank you," he said, stepping into the house, careful of the delicate flowers crawling along the floorboards. He looked up to stare at the silver mirror in Arthur's main room. "I really do miss those things," he smiled.

"Huh?"

"Mirrors," he elaborated, settling down in one of the wooden chairs after brushing off the Bluebells. "It's a shame they don't work for me."

"Don't... work...?" Arthur was thurougly confused.

"I was cursed about seven years ago, by this awful witch! I had bumped into her, and she had complimented my appearance. If course I laughed at that, and said something stupid along the lines of 'Yes, I know, I own a mirror!' But before I could say 'thank you anyway,' she'd cursed me!" He was both amused and frustrated by this, but Arthur turned pale as a ghost. His plan to get Francis to love him had just been stalking! Of course it'd been that since the beginning, but now it sunk in.

Francis looked at Arthur. "You alright there? You look quite ill-"

"I am so sorry!" He blurted out, unable to hold his tongue.

"For what?"

Arthur spilled the whole thing in shame. From his infatuation at the beginning to his heartbreak and desperation when he was arrested for dark magic and his decision to place a curse and-

"Okay, slow down," Francis cut in. "It's creepy, I'm just going to say that plainly. At least I don't own a mirror in my bedroom, eh?" He joked with a light blush. Arthur's face lit up a bit as well. He hadn't really considered that aspect. Not too often, at least.

"I'm sorry."

"But," he looked at Arthur, baby blue eyes the most vibrant Bluebells in the world. "I am attached to you, you know," he laughed. "You know how much I missed those roses? My God, how boring my living room had been these past two and a half years! But why don't we get to know each other a little better, okay?"

"Yeah," Arthur smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Would you like me to come by around eight tomorrow morning? I've been studying gardening in your, uh, absence. I can't do magic very well, but my peonies are growing well!"

Arthur laughed, nodding his head. "Eight it is!"

As he turned to leave, he looked back to say something. "I'll see you then, Monsieur Fleur! I forgot to water my peonies this morning!"

Arthur decided not to tell him that there was a Bluebell petal in his hair. And on his shirt. And pants. And butt. But he'd be sure to tell him about the Bluebells in his eyes tomorrow morning.

[anim-azmine]

FrUK Spring Festival 2k17!

Day 2 - Make a Wish

“Jacques Bonnefoy visits his Grandfather’s house after his death, knowing that the only thing the old man let him was an old trunk with all his souvenirs after his trips around the world. Little he knew that around those things he would find a pretty old  (and girly)  vessel that could turns all his wishes become true...”

Or, Jacques finds a cute british genie inside a magic object who is more than willing to make his wishes come true.

[vaegonposting]

Day 6: Vampires

I had too much fun with this.

[starriva-art]

Up Above, Down Below

Pairing: FrUk Pairing Type: M/M Words: 814 Rating: Teen ( Mentions of events during WW2, alcohol, and smoking )  The year was 1941, Arthur was exhausted from the blitzkrieg and Francis still worn down from the invasion. And they both wanted a drink.Sporting a black eye, several bandages and cuts and a busted lip the two walked into Arthur's favourite pub-that hadn't been blown up yet.

Smoke filled the room, creating a cloud with in the dark and damp corner of the bar. The flashing lights, and loud music roared throughout the building, shaking the floor along with the stomping of bodies dancing-yet the two sat in the corner alone.

Rumpled uniforms, with medals of high importance to everyone-except to them. A barmaid walked over asking in a sultry voice.“ what can I get you two gentlemen?” She asked leaning against the bar,

Holding up a finger “ one scotch.” He simply said and his companion muttered slurred words in French jerkingly looking for the last cigarette in his pack.” He’ll have the same.” He answered for his friend as she gave a low hum.

As the maid walked away, her dress swaying around the knees and Arthur pulled out a lighter.The flickering light was a beacon in the smoke as he leaned forward the cigarette igniting red, warm and warning.

Francis leaned back in his chair, inhaling Arthur thought of taking out his own pack of cigs, but the maid came back quickly with half full glasses. Alcohol was much more welcome than that of a quick smoke, he took the glass and leaned the glass back against his lips.

It was rough down his throat and warmed his stomach.

Francis idly took a finger around the rim of his glass, inspecting the warm brown liquid inside. Drawing back only to inhale smoke from his cigarette, and blow outwards, adding to the thin cloud collecting in the room from the other patrons of the bar.

Arthur took to looking around at his fellow Englishmen, several looked as worn down as he felt but still held a smile on their face as cards were placed. A grin from a slip of a hand, and a smirk at the few girls who came to flirt. Throughout the decades he would never admit his fascination towards humanity for their continuous and oblivious and contagious rapprochement-

That wasn't the right word, perhaps it was their nature to smile and joke in a darkened tunnel of no escape. His pirate crew of the early 1600’s had had the same approach to an equally disastrous situation. Yet, they kept living-perhaps it was the fear of death that kept them going ( something he could never Truly understand).

As a pair moved across the dance floor where several instruments played a heavily influenced Scottish tune, he watched as they looked into each other's eyes and laughed. The girl throwed her head back in laughter and a smile came across his face-humans were truly contagious.

“ Francis, do you consider us Angels sent from the high Heavens to watch over our people. Like a Shepherd?” He asked, but not looking towards his partner.

When he didn't respond, he continued on. “ a priest once told me that I was. A protector of all mankind-” a short bitter laugh “ now I'm helpless to the whims of humans.” He jokers in a dark tone taking another gulp of the burning liquid, that loosened his tongue.

Francis was looking over at a group of young adults across the bar, no change in his mood from Arthur's ramblings.

“ we’re both hopelessly helpless. Now our symbolic meaning is apparent now more than ever. We are truly the angels preached by priests, distant and overwatching to the whims humanity, our best means nothing anymore. We no longer lead our soldiers to battle, no more fighting till the last man, no more civility just-”

“ utter destruction.” Francis respond taking a drag of the stub of his last cigarette and Arthur considers offering his pack. A sort of exchange, conversation for cigarettes.

Francis greedily takes another and Arthur lights it for him. The light flickers and illuminates his dark blue eyes- it reminds him of an endless abyss.

He's changed, he’s no longer the strapping man across the straight- he's worn, tired, exhausted Arthur can see his bones groaning under the pressure of a false pretensive puppet government and the struggle of the rebels. Torn between two.He’s not on the other side of the battle field either, just like the other Great War, he's right beside him as well.

Francis takes his first drag of his cigarette,

“ We are an enigma under the guise of Angelic prophesying, “ a smile is etched onto his lip as Arthur watches a deep emotion bubble up from deep with in “but in simple reality we are all devils and demons.”

The Francis he knows is still there, and a calamity overwhelms him. Yes, he can trust Francis. He’s not alone.