#implied fruk

[liemurienn]

seasonal depression

[raynepigeon]

Hetalia i greveholm part 2!!!

I have been drawing for 4 hours straight. It was worth it.

I translated the ones with text into English, please enjoy!!

"Tjejtjusare" is SVT's polite way of calling someone a man whore :3(translates as 'girl charmer' but is used in children's media as a way to call someone a playboy or man whore(moth thought it was really funny and that's why I drew it.)).

Thank you @mothsocket, for helping make this AU and agreeing to watch the show with me, as well as being good company while drawing.

Thank you @shrimpspit21 for helping me with some translations and making sure my grammar and spelling was correct.

We could not really figure out who should be Melitta, Canada and America make a good duo and it would be weird to have it be Canada and Sealand or America and Sealand.

Australlia and New Zealand where the only options that would make some sense, I picked Australlia because he seamed more fun to draw.

Scotland got the role of Grandma, changing it from a grandma to a uncle Feels like it's not too big a diffrence.

Scotland was chosen because Wales and northern Ireland look too kind.

[canneddamage]

I feel like England has kind of lost the dread and fear they once felt when America's birthday comes up. Thanks to France and other countries basically giving em some free-range therapy and consoling England only sulks for 2 days instead of the whole month of July.

Though America comes across as completely oblivious to this fact, I think they are very VERY aware of this. Like during the party for America's birthday, they like pull England aside just to say that they are the best parent a little colony could've asked for despite all the trouble. It makes England cry rivers and they spend the whole night crying to France about their favorite little bastard child.

England always feels the need to spoil America on their birthday, getting them something they know America will feel a deep connection to.

England then will say something along the lines of "Well, I know what you actually like, so I thought this would be meaningful." And it makes America feel a bit emotional. They don't show it to the crowd of other countries but the moment that America and England are alone 100% America is going to break down a little.

Please do not tag this as usuk.

[midnightmothman]

Anyway

[jikimo-world]

Sometimes I wonder if France ever seen America doing something stupid and said: I will take away my genes because you are acting like your father

And Alfred: Nooooot the eyebrowsssss

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: yandere behavior, power imbalance, implied baby trapping

Yandere!Ceo that’s a professional business man at work but once he’s behind closed doors he’s your pathetic, needy lover boy.

Kisses your feet and legs, peppering soft kisses all the way up to your thighs.

“My beautiful girl, did you enjoy the roses I sent you?”

He purrs as you play with his hair, looking up at you with those warm golden eyes.

“They were lovely… though the note was a bit… alarming.”

Your lover paused, his fingers on the waistband of the expensive lingerie he bought you.

“… how so, my love? It was the best stationary I could f-“

“I mean the words you wrote… about getting rid of anyone that got in the way of our love.”

He pulled your panties off, placing a wet kiss on your fat, wet cunt. “Oh, that? Don’t take it so seriously, darling. You know I love you, it’s just… a badly worded joke.”

And you quiet down, unable to protest or continue arguing as he’s eating you out. His tongue was on your clit, fingers stretching out your pretty pussy to prep you for his cock.

“M-Mmph…”

He’s quite good at distracting you from his alarming behavior, kissing along your neck while bouncing you on his thick cock. Keeping you on his lap as watching your ass jiggle while he moves you up and down has to be one of his favorite things in the entire world.

“That’s my girl, my baby… just take it, sweet thing…”

And slowly, as your previous friends and past lovers start ghosting you or straight up disappearing, he keeps you occupied with gifts, lavish vacations, and eventually a pregnancy.

Even if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t. Everything you owned was paid for by him, he had all of your information and knowledge of your friends and family…

But who would want to leave when they were treated like royalty? All you had to do was be his sweet housewife and give him all of you attention~

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[xiii-svc]

I like that the person who edited the vid gave France a butt-touch counter

Butt touches and ALMOST butt touch 😆

[ehhhspoofy]

1x1 Roleplay Request!

Hi there! So I had a tumblr account for almost ten years, but for some odd reason tumblr decided to just refuse to let me log into it so I had to start fresh :( Now with places like Amino and Quotev becoming obsolete for rp partners, I was kind of lost on where to look next. So, I'm not sure if this is going to work, but here I am!

This account is still pretty new so I'll have more posts about my rules and characters as time goes on, but for now, I just wanted to make a big masterlist request that includes my rules and fandoms!

Rules

I am a literate-advanced literate roleplayer! I can work with semi-lit or novella sometimes, but my replies are usually between 150-350 words per character, but can that change depending on context and setting. Proper punctuation and spelling are VERY important!

I don't have many strong triggers, and I can handle implied or referenced subjects such as s/a, ab*se, substance use, and g*re for the sake of character/plot background and development! However, I will refuse to glorify or write any of those topics among other disturbing ones in a romanticised light.

PLEASE be 18+! I am 20 years old and am not comfortable roleplaying with minors, even if it's SFW!

I primarily only do romance themed roleplays, but the subgenre can range from slice of life or historical! I do not enjoy horror or apocalyptic roleplay plots.

Please do not spam me to reply! I will try to be active at least a few times a day, but this can vary depending on my work and school schedule.

Fandoms

(Red fandoms mean that I only do oc x cc/double ups! I will add the characters I play!)

(Green fandoms mean I only rp cc x cc pairings! I will also list said ships)

(Blue fandoms mean both! I will still list canon ships and characters I play!)

Stardew Valley (Shane, Sam, Haley)

Harry Potter (Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Oliver Wood, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Luneville, Drarry, Fremione)

It (Muschietti Films) (Hanbrough, Reddie)

Hetalia (England, Prussia, Germany, Canada, Japan, Romano/CuCan, FrUk, GerIta, AmeriPan, PruHun, PruCan)

Yuri!!! on ICE (Victuuri)

The Queen's Gambit (Harry Beltik, Beth Harmon, Benny Watts, Townes/Bethenny)

Scott Pilgrim (Scollace)

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator (Craig Cahn, Brian Harding, Mat Sella, Hugo Vega/VegaMarch)

I can also sometimes do original oc x oc plots!

I know it's not a huge selection, but hopefully this reaches the right people! If you're interested in starting a roleplay, don't hesitate to message me! Thanks y'all! :)

[vanessalocke]

[FrUK fanfic] England's love confession plan

Pairing: France x England

Summary: How to love a tsundere

Warning: Implied r4pe/Non-con

Rate M for s3xual, dirty language and s*x jokes in fanfic. Very OOC.

Nationverse but not canonverse. In this universe, France and England's relationship with America, Canada and Sealand is father-papa and sons.

This is a fanfic I wrote in FrUK week two years ago. I read it again and found it interesting so I decided to translate it into English. Forgive my grammar, English is not my native language.

Original work (Vietnamese)

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Otaku guys often think that if you're in love with a tsundere, you'll get beaten up every day. The sad truth is, the person who will be beaten is not the love object of that unpredictable tsundere, but rather her/his love advisors.

This case is no exception.

"Oh dear!" Spain laughed and fell onto the table. "Are you saying that you still haven't dared to confess your love to France? Mom, this is the joke of the millennium!"

BOOM! A book shot like an arrow at Spain's head.

"I can't believe it, you guys have known each other for a thousand years." Prussia cried out in horror. "How can the British Empire be so cowardly-"

SMARSH! A heavy blow landed on Prussia's face. Germany heard the noise and hurriedly ran from the kitchen to the living room to take care of the bruises on his brother's face. Italy was about to comment something, but when he saw England's hand threateningly throw the heavy golf ball he picked up from nowhere into the air, then catch it and throw it again into the air, he remained silent.

"I humbled myself to tell you, no, you guys begged me to tell you my story, and yet you guys still act like clowns?"

"Didn't you beat someone because you were embarrassed about people exposing your feelings publicly-"

"Shut up, America, or I'll tell your boss to let you copy the US Constitution a hundred times by hand like last time."

"Nonsense! You told us your story, you asked us to give you advice, and then when we spoke, you beat us!" Germany cried out while sadly looking at his brother's bruised eye.

"Doesn't the whole European Union know that England is in love with a certain Frenchman so he can't hide it anymore-"

"And you better keep your mouth shut if you don't want to get hit by England again. You foul mouth!" Germany rolled his eyes and stuffed a piece of bread into Prussia's mouth.

"Come on, everyone calm down." Japan poured tea and placed the cup in front of England. "Drink a cup of tea, everything will be fine. Let Igirisu-san finish his story first."

"Oh my gosh, there's nothing to say." America pouted, his voice sarcastic. "When the (fake) apocalypse comes, they want to die together, they used to live in the same house, they used to hunt together, they have two children in North America, and every Christmas they go to each other's house to stay overnight, they even gave their house keys to each other. Then England said that he had never confessed his love. Oh my, if you haven't confessed your love yet, you know how helpless and useless you are in love."

"I'll tell your boss to let you copy the Constitution five hundred times by hand." England said through gritted teeth. "And I don't mind hitting you, if your boss allows it."

"Wait! Wait! I have a question!" Italy exclaimed. "If what America said was true, then these two should have slept together already??"

The atmosphere among the people there was very quiet. Yes. Everyone was convinced that these two guys had been sleeping together for a long time, but now they realized that if England hadn't confessed his love yet, there was no way they could sleep together. Or are they in a love-hate, friends-with-benefits relationship? Wow, does that mean England accidentally falls in love with his friend of benefit? If so, that's too pathetic, too pathetic.

All eyes in the room were excitedly focused on England, making England felt a bit down.

"He and I actually slept together, but we slept holding hands." England said bitterly as if he didn't want to admit this himself. "He never... um, had any conscious s*xual behavior with me."

"Then why the hell do America and I exist here!" Canada, almost invisible there, cried out through his fading. "Aren't we the best proof of your and papa's behavior? And Sealand too?"

"Ah uh, well, I said I've never had s*x while sober, not to mention I've never had s*x while drunk..." England's voice got smaller and smaller until it was no longer as loud as the sound of a mosquito. "There were only two, or three times. And every time we had s*x, we always had results, so what can we do now?"

Everyone let out a loud scream. Drunk s*x says a lot. On the one hand, it explains the skinship of these two guys as if they were about to lay pipe. On the one hand, it says that these two people have been "interacting" with each other but are not actually in a relationship.

Suddenly there was a sound of applause.

Two sounds.

Three sounds.

The whole room applauded.

England looked around bewilderedly. He didn't understand why these people were clapping and even looking at him with admiration.

"Amazing! So great!" Prussia sobbed.

"That's right! If we don't count a thousand years..." Spain continued. "No, for a country, a thousand years is just twenty years. If you don't take that amount of time into account, this is the first time I've seen someone unlock the achievement 'having children with his crush'."

"Living together as a couple! Being parents of three children!" Canada brought up the towel to blow his nose.

"Always sit together in meetings." Japan nodded.

"Of the three children, two of them were successful beyond expectations." Italy blew the toy trumpet.

"Just haven't confessed yet- hey, Canada, why are you stuffing a rag in my mouth?"

Before the loud applause of the people around him, England's cheeks turned pink. Well, even he didn't realize that he had come so far!

"Everyone is praising me too much. I'm so embarrassed. But wait, I came here so everyone can give me advice! I can't stay in this deadlock forever."

"I thought it was something big!" America replied bluntly, "This is easy to handle. All the times father and papa slept together was because you guys were drunk, right? Just do it!"

"America-san, you're a genius!" Japan flipped through some shady book that England didn't know the name of. When asked about it, Japan only said that it was a "reference document".

A plan to flirt and seduce France was drawn up. Everyone is excited about this plan, although we're never sure if it's because they really want these guys to become a couple or because they're bored and need to find something to entertain them.

***

Plan A, started when England invited all the Europeans to the pub after the meeting.

Everyone knew what he meant, so they all left. As a result, only England and France remained.

France was planning to go home. But Italy nudged France, whispering to him:

"Do you see that England is sad and has a lot to say?"

"No."

"You noticed. Look at that sad look."

"Isn't he about to sneeze?"

Italy had a deeply hurt look on his face. He burst into tears, desperately ran away, running and screaming. "Horrible! Cruel! Unbelievable! France is an idiot!!!"

England hesitantly approached France, reaching out to pull the Frenchman's shirt.

"What's wrong, are you hurting someone again?"

"No, Italy suddenly said a few words to me and then acted like that. Honestly, I don't understand anything."

"Yeah, you must be betraying someone else's feelings or something." England sulked and turned away. "Even your cousin you did the same."

"I didn't do that." France pinched England's cheek, making England's face turn red. "You always make random inferences and then accuse me wrongly."

Actually, England didn't think haphazardly. In fact, England knew that France was not the easygoing type, because if so, he would not have agreed to live with France for a while as a family with America and Canada. But England needed a reason to scold France.

As a matter of course, France couldn't bear to leave England alone, so he went to the pub with England. The reason was completely reasonable, France knew more than anyone else how violent England would become - destroying tables and chairs when he was drunk. He considered himself responsible for controlling England's madness.

However, there was something strange about England today. He had just drunk a little and was already drunk, then complained to France about his failed love relationship with a certain man whose name France did not know.

France would be jealous, right? Would he be jealous? Japan said that the motif of complaining about an old love will make the other person reveal whether they like us or not. If only he would have been jealous...

No, there was no jealousy here at all! France nodded with deep sympathy, even patting his shoulder and cooing... but wait, what is he sympathizing with?? Don't say... don't say that he has been with many other people so there is this sympathy here.

Now, somehow, the original plan was to make France jealous of England's ex, but now England was silently angry. Don't get angry! Calm down! Don't show jealousy!

England pretended to be drunk to the point of fainting, leaned his head on France's shoulder, then reached out to hug France's arm, rubbing his head against him, deliberately calling out another man's name.

"For men, it's hard to get past the word '色'! Your job is to take advantage of the touch and suggest the beast inside France to come out."

China said so. England thought it was reasonable, so he practiced like that. Just slap on the drunk label, after that, all the blame will be France's.

Surprisingly, France did not react at all. He calmly finished his glass of wine, then asked England.

"If you're so drunk, can you still go home by yourself?"

"Huh? No... come on, I'm not drunk!" England pretended to drawl, increasing his physical contact with France.

"Haizzz, it can't be helped. You should go home. I'll take you home." France sighed.

Great! England raised the flag in his stomach. Switch to plan B. On the road, he will stagger, unable to walk, and then France will have to carry him home on his back. Physical contact, breathing in the ear is an important factor to increase love!

"Don't..." England grabbed France's hand, lowering his voice. "Just... don't bring me home. My brother seeing me like that... won't like it..."

"So where should I take you now?"

"Some hotel room..."

France's hotel room, England's implied. He had to hint a bit because no one ever said it out loud.

"Okay, in the morning the receptionist accidentally assigned me a room with a double bed. You can lie on my bed and rest until morning and then go home." France nodded in agreement.

Of course it was. It was England who told the receptionist to arrange that room with a double bed for France.

England's arm was brought around France's shoulders. France helped him out of the wine table and then took him outside the bar. That's right, now France will carry him on his back...

"Hello, is there a taxi nearby? Please give me one." France said into the phone, surprising England.

A few minutes later, the damn taxi parked right in front of the two of them. France pulled England into the taxi, placed him gently on the seat, and even took off his coat to wrap him up neatly.

England wanted to curse. Of course he was happy to have France cover him with his coat, but damn it, this wasn't part of the plan!!!

The comforting thing was, England was cuddled in France's warm arms. Perhaps France was afraid he was cold. And best of all, despite the possibility that England could vomit at any moment, France still let England lay in his lap.

Actually, England could never stop loving France.

Okay. Go to plan C!

France took England to his hotel room. He carried England all the way from the taxi to the hotel room. Of course, England pretended to babble nonsense, called some guy's name that England didn't even know, and rubbed against France.

France understood England's s*xual solicitation body language to mean he was about to go crazy and destroy everything. Thinking so, France immediately took a cloth rope he pulled from somewhere and tied England's arms and legs and carried him on his shoulders just like the old days when he came back from hunting and carried a wild boar on his shoulders.

"... Hey, where did you get these ropes from?" England asked France. In his mind, England began to explain all kinds of cases, the one that England believed most was that these ropes were France's favorite tool in bed.

France's answer made England unpredictable.

"Ah yes, that time my boss locked me in my room so I tore off the bed sheet and tied it into a cloth rope to throw down from the window." France answered.

"... I believe it for now."

"No one forced you to believe it. It sounds like a wife interrogating her husband." France said jokingly. But the truth is, England was intending to interrogate France.

England was brought by France to his room, placed on the bed, and then France proceeded to untie each knot on England's legs and arms.

As soon as his arms and legs were free, England pushed France onto the bed and kissed France's face.

"Hey! What are you doing??" France cried out in panic before England locked his mouth.

"S*x, nothing else! You're asking too much!" England said, unbuttoning each button of his shirt.

Thinking that he wasn't acting well enough, England tried calling out the name of his imaginary ex-lover while groping France's body.

"No no, the person you want to have s*x with is him, not me." France cried without tears. "You're drunk. Please sober up."

"You don't understand, you..." England suddenly felt angry. But he quickly cooled down and wrote a tragic story. "During the time I spent with him, I always thought of you, Francis. I felt extremely sorry for him. When he found out that I always missed you, we broke up."

"What does that mean?" France tried to pretend he didn't understand anything.

"IT MEANS I LIKE YOU, YOU IDIOT!!!" England shouted. "I DON'T WANT TO HAVE S*X WITH ANYONE BUT YOU! NOW TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS, QUICKLY!!"

"I WILL NOT TAKE OFF!!" France shouted back. "YOU RUDE, YOU CAN'T MAKE SOMEONE HAVE S*X WITH YOU THIS WAY!!"

"WHO CARES!!"

"I WILL TELL YOUR BROTHER!!"

"WHAT WILL YOU TELL??"

"THAT YOU PUT ME ON THE BED, FORCED ME TO TAKE OFF MY PANTS!!"

"YES THE DOGS MAY WILL BELIEVE!! THIS IS YOUR ROOM!! HE WILL BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE TRYING TO PLAY A TAKE ON ME!!"

"YOU BASTARD!!" France spoke up. "ARE YOU GOING TO USE THIS TO BLACKMAIL ME??"

"I DON'T INTEND TO BLACKMAIL YOU!! WHY DO YOU KEEP THINKING SO BAD ABOUT ME?"

"IT'S BETTER THAN YOU ALWAYS THINK I'M A BASTARD CHEATING EVERYONE!!"

"WHATEVER, TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!"

"YOU RUDE!! PUT YOUR COCK IN YOUR PANTS!"

"THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME YOU AND ME ARE DOING THIS TOGETHER! AND NOW YOU ARE STILL SHOWING DIGNITY?!"

"WE WERE DRUNK AT THAT TIME!!"

"THEN NOW I'M SO DRUNKY HERE!!"

"BUT I DON'T!! F*CK IT, I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JAIL!!!"

"YOU COWARD! WEAK COCK!"

"BETWEEN HAVING A WEAK COCK AND BEING IN PRISON, I WISH TO HAVE A WEAK COCK!!" France declared eloquently.

On the other side of the wall, right in the room next to France's hotel room, there was a group of people listening to their curses.

"They're so loud that we don't even have to strain our ears to hear them." Italy gasped in admiration. "We don't have to keep our voices down because their voices drown out ours."

"Hey China, have you ever seen a wrestling match as dramatic as this?" America asked the person next to him.

"Ho ho ho, the boy asked a good question." China nodded. "Of course not."

"Oh dear, I want to write a memoir about this passionate night so much." Prussia smacked his lips.

"I don't want England to burn down our house." Germany muttered.

"Wait Germany, why is a serious young man like you following us here?" Spain was startled to notice Germany's existence.

"We sell corn here, produced by a Dutch company." Belgium classifieds.

"Wow, it's so expensive. My place makes it both better and cheaper." Japan grimaced as he ate his first piece of popcorn.

Return to France's side of the room. I don't know when, what was a s*xual solicitation approaching r*pe, turned into a real wrestling match without the people involved even knowing what the hell they were wrestling for.

With the intoxication already in his body, England soon became tired, and collapsed before France.

Looking at England lying exhausted on him, France tried to pat England's face a little. There was no reaction. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and hugged England into his arms, stroking his head and comforting him. Well, he always liked England lying in his arms like this.

France took off England's shoes and tie, and carefully covered England with a blanket. He went into the bathroom to shower, change into pajamas, then returned to the bed to lie next to England.

"I don't care if I go to jail or not. You even called me a coward! You stupid caterpillar, who do you think I am?" France leaned down and kissed England's forehead. "Whether there's a law or not, when you're drunk, I won't do anything to you!"

France turned off the light, leaned closer to England and wrapped his arms around him. Soon, France's breathing gradually became regular. In the darkness, the red color gradually brightened up to England's ears.

Okay, England told himself, the next morning, he would pretend to forget everything that happened tonight, and give France a bouquet of flowers, or a meal at the most luxurious restaurant in London. Of course there will only be two people. At that time, England will be the most polite and civilized gentleman in the world, no longer the drunk guy who forced France to take off his pants like tonight.

France will certainly be very pleased.

As expected, if you want to confess your love to someone, be a bit dignified and polite.

And the group of love strategists on the other side. Well, actually, they were all planning to get away before the British tsundere unleash his wrath on them. It's okay, being punched by the British Empire and watching an entertaining scene like this is worth it to them.

As for America, he didn’t want to return to his country, nor was he afraid of anything. Leaving the hotel, he continued to stay in London all night and had a good time.

Because, learning from last time's experience, he hired students to hand-copy more than two thousand copies of the US Constitution for him. With two thousand copies of the Constitution in hand, he was no longer afraid of copying punishments.

That's because America hadn't considered that England will whisper loudly to the US President about forcing him to copy The Gettysburg Address a thousand times as a fine, but that's a story for later.

Tonight, while England is still resting comfortably in France's arms, let America make all the money in London's casinos with his childlike joy filled with happiness.

_The End_

Author’s note: As you may have realized (or not), this is a text rife with sarcasm.

[raynepigeon]

God jul!!

This is an old Swedish Christmas children's tv show!

i watched it with @mothsocket and we thought it would be a funny AU and it spiraled.

Happy holidays!!

Mysteriet på Greveholm fast med Hetalia, tack till de fem personerna i Hetalia fandomen som vet vad detta är och extra tack till de 2 som faktiskt ser detta.

God jul!!! (inte alls 1 timme för sent)

[prumanoenjoyer]

Doing this thing because I got blorbos on my mind

A - Current OTPs/OT3s etc.

It may not come as a surprise but I am absolutely rotting on PruMano at all times and have been doing so for basically a year now. It's beginning to melt into my personality and nothing can be done about it. Whenever I'm released from the iron grip of PruMano rotting I enjoy GerIta and FrUk like the normie that I am. The BTT are definitely getting together for threesomes when they're all single and I like them as well.

B - Pairing I initially didn't consider

This might shock you after reading the first bit but. PruMano. See I'm not new to this circus, I first watched Hetalia in 2015 but focused mostly on the Nordic 5 with SuFin and DenNor. This was before PruAus 9/11 (Hima suddenly announcing they're cousins) so I think I was on the PruAus rot.

Other than that I got a friend who I dragged into this hellhole (you know who you are) who has infected me with Frain and TurFra. I have some Thoughts about TurPru but uhh. let's leave that for now.

C - Ships I never liked and never will like

All the ones where there is an unbalanced power dynamic (age gaps, having interacted when one was a child and the other way older etc, former colonies and oppressive states, having a relationship that implies being related etc). I am a seasoned hater of these and I do my best to block anyone who as much as reblogs it. I do not care if it's "just fiction" you guys are weird and not in a good way xoxo

D - Ships I just can't get myself to like

Due to the aforementioned PruMano rot I just don't feel seriously interested in any other pairings I fear. Nothing against PruCan or LietPru for example, I am just so rotted on PruMano that it doesn't make me feel anything lol

E - My crack contributions

I may just be the only person who has even considered TurPru and I have done it in the most unbearable fujoshi way possible </3

Other than that I'm helping out with spreading unrequited GerFra, Frain and TurFra which I do also enjoy on the side.

F - Longest I've been in a fandom

I wanna say this one?? Not actively so, I jumped ship to other things such as Love Live and JJBA in early 2019ish (Love Live even earlier in 2017), but even during my longer breaks from Hetalia I've always ended up rewatching it at some point or posting about it.

G - First OTP

For Hetalia it's definitely been GerIta from day one. Do I even need to say anything? To me they're canon.

H - Favorite way of consuming fandom stuff

It's mostly anime series and TV shows I'd say, I do sometimes read but am a bit too busy to properly sit down and do so.

I - Has Tumblr made me dislike fandoms

I think it would take less time to list the fandoms Tumblr HASN'T made me dislike tbh. I try to keep a tight knit circle for my own sanity and rarely interact with the fandom part of stuff apart from my own and my friend's contributions. Highly recommended btw.

J - Fandoms I didn't notice until Tumblr

To be honest I'm not really browsing Tumblr at all. I like to upload here because the image quality is way better than on Instagram. I suppose I highly associate some fandoms with this site (Undertale for example)?

K - Say something nice about someone

You should all go like and subscribe to fruktual on Instagram for more FrUk and Frainposting

L - Say something nice about a mid character

Lithuania I'm sure you are way more interesting than I give you credit for and I care about you the most out of the Baltic Trio (which I honestly forget exists at times)

M - Something nice about a ship I don't like

I'd honestly rather pull a tooth out than say a single word of praise for things such as UsUk or Spamano 🤢🤢🤢🤢 And that's on periodt!

N - Things I wish to see more of in the fandom

More PruMano please please please please please pl

O - Song that reminds me of a ship

Til There Was You by The Beatles makes me think of GerIta, as well as Kingdom Come by Red Velvet

As for PruMano it would be Tales Of Great Ulysses by Cream because I had that on repeat writing my Ancient Rome PruMano AU lol

P - New AU

I'm working on/will be working on a Frankenstein PruMano AU where Gilbert is a much more empathic Victor Frankenstein and Lovino is too traumatized from dying and being resurrected to be out killing people. Look forward to that...

Q - Ship I've abandoned and why

PruAus because Hima came in with a warhammer and bludgeoned it to the cousinzone R.I.P </3

R - Pairing I think no one else ships

Again with TurPru, I seriously wonder whether it's been considered at all. Most likely not.

S - Personal headcanon

Okay more or less true I guess if you bother to read the source material but Gilbert is just a silly loser guy. Like, he's a total himbo. I love him and need to gnaw on him.

T - Headcanons I'll die defending

That Gilbert and Lovino who share a passion for chivalry and knights would definitely go visit museums and LARPing events such as medieval weeks and whatnot. Just warms my cold little heart <3

U - 5 faves from 5 different fandoms

Oh boy. Forgive me for what I'm about to share.

(Hetalia) Gilbert Beilschmidt

(JJBA) Dio Brando

(Madoka) Kyouko Sakura

(Love Live) Yoshiko Tsushima

(Gakkou Gurashi or School Live) Kurumi Ebisuzawa

V - 3 OTPs from different fandoms

(Hetalia) PruMano (shocker, I know)

(Madoka) HomuMado

(Love Live) YohaRiko

W - 5 ships ft 5 kinks for said ship

So obviously gonna skip over the ones featuring minors.

PruMano - Verbal degradation, sadism, masochism, somewhat fear aspect, leaving marks

I do also just think they love each other and have normal sex and that's fine too, but I did write a fanfic where the abovementioned happens

X - My top 5 babygirls

1. Gilbert, I bully him a lot but don't you ever seriously say something mean about him because I will be so sad </3

2. Lovino, he's a flawed man and some of you are MEAN to him for having it rough

3. Rome, some people who haven't read source material claim there's some favoritism going on, he does visit Lovino as well okay? The allegations are canonically false!

4. Ludwig, I think most of us agree he's a good person but for the rare few who claim he's "verbally abusive". Go outside and touch grass no he isn't. GerIta has always been them antagonizing one another, the battlefield is even or perhaps even in Feliciano's favor. Ludwig will never be able to escape the nightmare and I don't think Feli wants him to. They're bound together forever and love it.

5. Roderich, gets slack for various Chibitalia related things, does not deserve it at all, it's all whining and he and Feli are on good terms in modern times. Relax.

Y - Fandoms in-law

My current close friends are into Baldurs Gate 3, Watch Dogs, Dishonored, Evillous Chronicles (Vocaloid), Utena and more. But these are the primary blorbo shows in-law.

Z - Rambling time

Okay if you've gotten this far down I admire your attention span lol thanks. I don't really have all that much to say that is concrete and comprehensible but I am thinking of PruMano and of warm days by the Mediterranean Sea and skies later lit in vivid shades of red and orange as the hot sun sets and the cities come to life. I am also thinking about them cuddling, which I do quite a lot.

Anyway that was all for me bye

[ao3feed-usukus]

The End

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZLmbVrN by Parasocial_Investigator Arthur woke up sore and exhausted, apparently he hadn't slept well last night. Groaning, he pushed himself up and rubbed his head. He lifted his eyes groggily and looked next to him, opening his mouth to say good morning to Francis. A string of swears spill out of him instead when he sees Alfred sitting next to him, blue eyed and staring. “Arthur,” He began. His dark shirt was crinkled and his glasses were on the nightstand, blonde hair bed trodden and messy. Shit. This wasn't even Arthurs own bed he was sitting on, it was Alfred's. “Don't-” Arthur breathed, dropping his head into his hands. “Don't even say anything.”   OR Arthur has a bad morning. Words: 1729, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: America (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia) Relationships: America/England (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Cheating, Implied Sexual Content, Background FrUk - Freeform, no beta we die like HRE read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZLmbVrN

[jikimo-world]

A sort of continuation (prequel?) of this

[When a young Francine was cast out of her pack, Arthur tried to persuade the elders to accept the doe in their colony of nymphs, but they refused.

Until then, Arthur was convinced he regarded her as any other animal in the wood but, at that point, the nymph realized that he didn't want to leave Francine alone and he was in love with her.

So Arthur bid farewell to his brothers (and in fact he did not see them until Francine's death) and fled with her to the edge of the forest, near a human village but far from their families, where they founded their home]

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2023 - Day 1

Let's try this again lol

@gereng-week

Prompt: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng (though this is setting up an au so there isn't much romance), Past Fruk, Implied/One-sided PortEng

Word Count: 1208

Read on AO3

Author's Note: This is not at all read over. Just stuck it quickly through grammarly. In case you don't know, I took off for exchange on September 29th so I haven't had time to write, let alone edit. So expect GerEng week from me to be a bit late.

The Tales of the Terrible Angel and Demon

“Luci, baby how are ya?”

It was too fucking early for this. “What do you want now asshole?”

“Now, is that any way to talk to the one who created you?’

“Fuck off.”

God sighed on the other end. “If you had a swear jar you may have been able to pay Ol’ Peter off and get back up here.”

“As if I’d want that,” Lucifer scoffed, “But that’s besides the point. What the fuck do you want?”

“Well… You see…I have this angel.”

“I’m not taking another one of your fucking angels.”

“I wasn’t going to propose that,” God grumbled. Oh, how Lucifer loved the sound even if he only got under his long-time enemy's skin just a little bit. “I was going to ask if you…I don’t know…possibly have a demon with somewhat of a moral compass.”

“What kind of shit demon has a moral compass?”

A knock at the door brought Lucifer’s attention away from whatever retort God had for him. “Give me a sec,” Lucifer said into the phone before putting it down. He could still hear God ranting and raving, but it was garbled. Lucifer returned his attention to his guest. “Come in.”

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” the demon who knocked said.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing Ludwig?”

“So–” Ludwig caught himself and coughed awkwardly. “There is another…What do the humans call it? A Karen? Anyway, there is a very angry lady requesting to speak to you and she won’t take no for an answer.”

Lucifer groaned. This had to be the hundredth one this week. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Ludwig nodded and with a bow, he returned to his desk. Lucifer had a choice. Hang up on the annoying bastard who sent him to this literal hell hole or face something scarier than anything the deepest fires of hell could conjure up. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone.

“Are you back? How dare you–”

“Just get to the fucking point. I have to deal with a witch and it’s best I don’t keep her waiting.”

“Okay…Are you sure? No one who at least follows some of the rules? I’m sure you’ve heard of Arthur–”

“Oh him. Chaos incarnate. Why isn’t he down here? He’s even worse than me.”

“You know we don’t do that anymore. Anyway, I had a different idea. I’ve been making this new human and they need an angel and a demon. I was hoping I could send Arthur down, but I need a voice of reason.”

“Looking for a voice of reason in Hell. What kind of places do you think–” Lucifer was interrupted by another knock.

“Sir–” Ludwig’s voice called, only to be overshadowed by garbled squawking.

“Actually…” Lucifer said, “I may have someone that would be perfect.”

— — —

Hell was where he wanted to be. Earth could be a fun place to visit. He and Alastair always loved sneaking down for some pub fare and good drinks. But this was not his goal when he had…disrupted…Jesus’s birthday meal.

This could be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps getting up to some shenanigans with his demon partner would be the final straw.

“Promise me you’ll behave,” Afonso sighed.

Afonso, Arthur’s best friend turned nag after he got a promotion to organizing angel assignments.

“No.”

“Arthur.”

“I thought it was a sin to lie,” Arthur taunted.

Afonso grimaced, “Fine…Just…Don’t hurt anyone.”

“Don’t worry. I would never go that far.” Arthur’s gaze shifted down below as they descended to Earth. “Dylan would have my head if I did.”

A small congregation of demons and angels stood around the maternity wing, some from the higher ranks overseeing the assignment of each human's angel and demon. Afonso led Arthur over to the mother of his human who was in mid-labour. He looked away, feeling out of place in what should have been a private moment. He looked around at his fellow angels and their demon counterparts, all unimpressed, as if they didn’t want to be there. He wondered which of the demons amongst the group was to be his partner.

Afonso took his shoulder and guided him over to where a demon, in a sharp suit of dark red, almost appearing black. His light blond hair shone even under the dull white lights of the hospital. But the most striking feature was the cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. It was both chilling, yet also thrilled Arthur deep down.

“Arthur this is Ludwig,” Afonso introduced, “Former secretary of Satan himself.”

“Came down here just for you,” the demon beside Ludwig added.

Wait…That couldn’t be…

“Oh look, the secretary is accompanied by Satan’s personal fuck pet,” Afonso snarked.

Francis, one of Arthur’s first friends (though they had always claimed they were enemies) and one of the last angels to ever fall.

The angel-turned-succubus gave a sly grin. “Aww are you still butt hurt about me getting Arthur’s first–”

Afonso’s wings flared. “Shut your mouth, demon.”

“Can we not bring my past flings into this,” Arthur growled, staring daggers into both Francis and Afonso.

Francis tisked. “Fine, fine. Because you’re so special to me. Now, Ludwig, this is Arthur. My ex and your new partner.”

“You slimy frog.”

“Aww…You still call me by my nickname.”

Afonso grabbed his arm when Arthur tried to lunge for his smirking ex. “It’s not worth it Arthur,” he whispered.

Ludwig, who had been rather quiet this whole exchange, finally stepped forward. He extended a hand to Arthur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I look forward to working with you.”

Arthur accepted the hand hesitantly. “Nice to meet you too I guess…”

“I’ll be honest, this is my first time on earth.”

Arthur smirked slightly. “Well…Trust me, I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

A few minutes later, Francis and Afonso took their leave, Afonso noting that human would be coming any minute. With his babysitter gone, Arthur leaned over.

“Want to get out of here and I can show you how humans have a good time?”

The demon’s eyes widened. “What?”

“What?”

“We can’t leave, our human will be here any minute.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Everyone knows a baby human isn’t facing moral dilemmas, they barely understand words.”

“But it’s an important day. And the handbook says–”

“The demons have a handbook for this sort of thing?”

“Well technically it’s the angel’s handbook, but it feels like this is something we should witness.”

Any semblance of joy Arthur was hoping to get out of this arrangement drained out of him. Most angels weren’t even this uptight.

Their human gave out a piercing cry, their ‘hello’ to the world. Both the angel and demon stared at the wrinkly, slimy little thing. Ludwig grimaced.

“Is it too soon to say humans are disgusting?” Ludwig asked.

Arthur crossed his arms, unimpressed by the whole ordeal. “Trust me, it gets worse.”

“God…What have I gotten myself into.”

As Ludwig’s grimace faded into a look of awe as the now clean baby was handed to their mother and seemed to calm from the contact alone, Arthur was wondering the exact same thing: What had he gotten himself into?

[train-whistles-at-night]

Messing around with Nyo FrUk designs bc I've been insane abt FrUk in general recently

Punk England is implied to be younger than Current England so that's why there's such a Wild Difference, current FrUk feel like they're in their 40s At Least to me

[a-luran]

What food dishes feature in your fics?

that is legitimately such an interesting question, I'm delighted. It is top five asks that I have ever gotten.

Not a lot of my published works feature food, so far drinks are more prominent, but food takes a lot more of a central role in my wips so if it's alright with you I'll focus on that.

and the love that I hold for him

Arthur and Gabriel run a small kitchen and ingredient shop together. At risk of spoiling the long overdue second chapter, what brings them together in the first place is food. Arthur isn't well when they meet and the way Gabriel wins his trust over is slowly introducing him to different dishes; encouraging him to try a had at them himself. Pastéis de nata are a best seller in their wee shop and Gabriel's favourite dish to cook is arroz caldoso. Their pastéis de bacalhau also fly off their display.

One of the first dishes Arthur cooks, deep in his grief still, is caldo verde.

Summer Wine

This fic is a one shot centred around Arthur in the kitchen so food plays a big role. He's making home-made jam while Alasdair hangs around being a pest and while the focus is on their banter I wanted to show how Arthur cares for his garden and what grows there. There is a richness in kithencraft that suits Arthur very well i think, and aside from baking I think that his strong suit would be the kinds of things you traditionally gift others: marmalades, preserves, simple confection, infusions and stocks, and dishes like pies.

Coupons

This fic, like the title might imply, focused primarily on penny-saving and keeping a pantry full. I wanted to explore and recognise how food insecurity strains relationships and your feeling of self-worth and how economic anxieties really grind you down. Rather than a human AU i also chose to make it a 'modern' nationverse AU to highlight historical trends and also explore food insecurity, anxiety and guilt as historical inheritances in a modern world. How even when you have enough money to fill your pantry the anxiety never really goes away. It is a dark dark comedy, too. Some of the dishes featured I hoped would also reflect how immigration affects staple meals (which was almost the subject of a paper I was hoping to publish!)

Untitled FrUK fic

This fic is short and sweet and based on one of my favourite-ever headcanons: Arthur is always poking around and sneaking a bite when he visits Francis. The opening scene is literally Arthur sneaking confections while Francis is distracted on the stove (a parallel to Summer Wine but that is another conversation kskks). I love love the idea of food as love so it felt only right to have this one shot lead to a love confession.

Elysium

As a postwar fic, this one features a lot of hardy, nourishing dishes scrounged together from the bare minimum ingredients. Arthur is MIA for months after the war and comes back deeply shell-shocked, Alasdair loses a leg to the war. I did a lot of work (that I will not be disclosing on social media ksks) about the treatment of amputation, 'disfigurement', and neurasthenia as well as the race to rehabilitation across Europe in the early to mid twentieth century so I started to work on notes for this fic even back then. Food is an eminent focus in historical literature with good reason and I will always seek out excuses to write about it, even in the background of fic that I then fail to publish because I'm too busy irl.

Werewolf AU

This fic features tinctures and a lot of folk cooking traditions, which is dear to me. However it also features magic mushrooms with aphrodisiac qualities because this is first and foremost a horny, horny fic.

Thank you again for asking! i loved answering this ask.