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kleinzarohe · 3 months ago
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aphscotire · 2 months ago
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I'm not dead but hear me out.
Female Ireland using male Scotland as a sex toy as his legs and arms are tied to the bed. She may or may not have given him Viagra or an aphrodisiac so his dick can stay erected all night long as she rides him. She loves to make him cum over and over and teasing him.
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calicomeoww · 2 years ago
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Scotire hcs (yes scotire, if you don’t like them romantically just skip)
Scotire singing “all I ask of you” to each other from phantom of the opera.
The way I imagined their romantic relationship is mainly childhood sweethearts at first sights -> parted because Scotland’s own ambitions during the civil war (or Wars in Three Kingdoms in the 17th century). But they are forever good bros/friends/brother-in-arms. They always have a place for each other in their hearts because of the shared cultural ties and compatible personalities. Scotland would probably bail Ireland out of prison during his revolution eras in 18-19th century despite it contradicts with his imperialistic ambitions. In modern days they understand and forgive each other because they are both chill people who would laugh away with a drink and a dance. I honestly also just enjoy thinking how they might go on dates, make food for each other, argue with each other like real couples.
Bonus and mainly as a joke: England is phantom
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siffrins-therapist · 10 months ago
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sneak peek to one of my femslashetalia ideas :3c These two pop up in the chapter "the billionaire, the witch, and the mullet" in my longfic, (and they'll pop up again later prommy) but I've been wanting to write a oneshot showcasing just them maybe at a point before they get wrapped up in Ludwig's and Gilbert's drama like what I did for amecan week with T4T Coffeeshop :3
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bigein · 2 years ago
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So you said Alasdair has a 'strong hand and good instincts,' and that he and Arthur work really well together despite not communicating much, but does this approach work for his other sexual/romantic pursuits? Like can he just spontaneously have a go at Sean or Francis without any discussion and have everyone be fine and happy afterwards 99% of the time, or is that something unique to his relationship with Arthur?
hello! I do think that it is something that is pretty unique to their dynamic but more generally speaking aye Alasdair is a man of instinct and he is seldom wrong. let me explain.
I think Alasdair is the kind of man who people project on; partners approach their desire to him with a fantasy already in mind. Mind, this is not unusual for any relationship, models of attraction are built on desire and fantasy, but when it comes to communication it would make Alasdair extremely observant of body language. If Sean was trying to goad him, if Francis is trying to turn him into bed, it is not necessarily that they would have to say it but they show it. A tilt of their jaw, a cocked hip. Francis is especially tactile and I love to see him as especially verbal so i can imagine him playing the long game of physical seduction before finally giving in to whispering what he wants into Alasdair's ear. With him especially the 'having a go' can be spontaneous but has more often than not been negotiated in some way long before; Francis sets the tone and boundaries and might even have Alasdair wrapped around his finger at different times (or so he likes to think haha it goes as far as Alasdair allows though he does have an admitted soft spot for him and a willingness to indulge). So as for the 99% aye, they would be good and winded to go and neither would shy away from a verbal 'no', a stop or wait. This is all Francis' doing, and he would want to talk about the details, what went well and what went wrong. Anyone else and it would feel unnatural to talk so much about sex but Francis makes it fun; he makes it appealing even for someone who speaks as little as Alasdair does about these things. I do think that every so often he still gets frustrated and obstinate and gives Francis single-word answers partly because he just doesn't want to talk about it, partly just to piss Francis off if he's in a mood. I like to think also that a lot of this recalcitrant obstinacy comes up when Arthur comes up in their bed as a subject. Of all people Francis would be the likest to poke and prod at their seemingly functional dysfunction (and I have a few more historical/ darker headcanons for a one shot involving the Roman occupation of Britain where Francis' curiosity looks more like concern; and out of all things, anger and suspicion on Arthur's behalf. But that is a subject for another post).
Sean and Alasdair as I said before I imagine would have the opposite of that; rather than well thought encounters it would be casual romps to blow steam and pass the time if they're meeting half way at all. He is frank and direct and so is Alasdair. Fucking is fucking. They're attuned to each other's body language for as long as they have had to to survive the same landscape.
Here is where Arthur is different from them both. Where people squirm or unwind under Alasdair's eyes, inviting him wordlessly to touch and take, Arthur does completely still.
If anyone is a match for Alasdair's keen sense about body language it is probably him. They are trackers, they are hunters; they are the thing that watches from the thicket and waits out prey. The difference is that where Alasdair has always had brute strength on his side Arthur has not. Think of the way fighters rear up before a fight; a wolf and a hare before chase. They both go still; aware about every inch of their own bodies and how they are moving, what they are calling attention to.
I think it is common knowledge by now that I headcanon Arthur as trans so i do think that that brings an added layer to him. Early on he is still learning the shapes and boundaries of his body in a way that makes him defensive, cautious. Even in scenarios where the sex (or the possibility of sex) is not confrontational, he would still be watchful and tense. Arthur is someone who is simultaneously unwilling to give up control wants to be at ease and surrender. And how fucking unconscionable is it that the only person who seems to know this and who will not make him talk about it is this big, hairy bastard that looks at him with the same eyes Arthur uses to look at the world. Sharp, hungry, curious, a little possessive. Why him, why him. Why can Arthur let him of all people into his bed and between his thighs with every reservation except fear.
Arthur is a challenge and that is exciting. Alasdair wants to put his teeth to Arthur's throat and feel his rabbit-fast pulse and then kiss him with thunder under his lips.
(I would usually put this in the tags but: headcanon that the reason why Arthur has semi-fucntional sexual relationships is because Alasdair shook him out of his reservations. Ripped them off like a plaster and so off Arthur went to pursue a career in piracy and promiscuity).
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breitzbachbea · 2 years ago
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Thank you!!! He was a good boy ... I actually just remembered that he also gets mentioned in two scenes I already rewrote for Irish Problems, so fingers crossed I'll incorporate him more in the future.
I think dragons are like. The common denominator for every Wales version out there, but it is also cool that you saw him as the most powerful sorcerer!
girl you ship scotwales?
crying because Kat and Riva are engwales shippers. I know a scoteng shipper and I'm a ScotIre shipper.
shipping the whole uk together,
YES, big fan, but specifically with my OC version! My Wales, called Tristan Mattock, is less of an uwu bean and more like. The sporty, friendly, if also dead tired UK brother. I wanna redesign him to give him more of a rugby player build, too.
Also, he has three mini pet dragons in the hetaverse and three cats in LFLS, who're called Rhew, Ulef and Poki.
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fireandiceland · 1 year ago
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MAPLE MILKSHAKE I LOVE THAT stealing it if I ever update my cannyoame fic oTL
Also if you're still making a list of ship names, I remembered a few!
Haggis burger = scotame
Maple haggis = scotcan (I've seen someone suggest haggis poutine but idk I like maple haggis better)
I saw it once somewhere but "Celtic knot" for scotire
Burger dumplings I've seen once or twice for amechu
I've come up with "leek tea" if I ever make more waleseng content
Thank you!!! I also thought it's cute and added it to my list since there was no other names I could find for that ship <3
also I hadn't heard any of the others you mentioned before so I also wrote those down! and "leek tea" - that's an interesting one. If you dont mind me asking I'd love to know how you came up with it!
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maryeve-the-bitch · 3 years ago
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ScotIre both bonding over their hatred for England and fighting over who hate England more.
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lumierew · 3 years ago
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By @kyuukancorbie
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a-luran · 3 years ago
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Now that Ireland is canon, I'd like to submit some potential pairings to the council for review: Denmark, Scotland, Spain, Belgium, S.Italy, Normandy, Sweden, and Prussia (I just think the last one would be funny, smartass4smartass / Dumbasses to Lovers) I also think a ScotEng OR ScotFra, 'This is my boyfriend Alisdair, and this is Alisdair's boyfriend Sean.' would be comedy gold.
ksksk I am honoured to have made it onto the council. My thoughts are as follows:
DenIre
The scent of sea brine and brisk, cutting winds on early sails. The grey shores of winter giving way to the deep greens of spring. A tentative alliance built on a love for starlight and music. Easy laughter and stories shared over the sound of waves cashing onto shore. Love that is woven in silver, carried in myth. That endures in song.
ScotIre
It is the burnished scent of firewood breathed into fine wool and the amber warmth of morning. A shared reverence for nature and a rare kind of steadfast resilience in the face of adversity. It is coarse affection that goes uncontested; ordinary and practical. A common language that grows apart but will forever share the same roots and traditions, and the weight of poetry on their tongues.
SpIre
It begins with a smile. A kiss tinged with zaffron warmth and cold fingers slipping under loose linen. Hearts beating fast and matched to the beat of music as they dance, sure-footed and bold. Joy comes to them both as easily as breathing and it is dazzling to see them burn so brightly with it.
PrussIre
moronsexual smartarse4smartase rights
Knee-deep in mud and chilled to the bone; torn from every comfort to fight in foreign wars, called to duty and pledged to value the weight of gold over life. It is a comfort, feeling warmth after so long. Reaching out in the dark to feel a heartbeat, steady and growing familiar over the long nights spent on foreign shores.
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I have a few scoteng + Ire fics in the works! No scotfra + Ire wips as of yet but Alasdair has two hands, and strong arms. And broad shoulders. And—
Therefore, I posit:
This Alasdair fiancé, Arthur. And this is Alasdair's husband and Arthur's ex-husband, Francis. And then this is Alasdair's boyfriend, Arthur's competition for this year's Garden of the Year award, and Francis' happened-once-in-a-dream, Seán.
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cdesu · 3 years ago
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ever thought about scotire upkilt shots or kilt nsfw?
Not so nsfw
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My gay drawing always feel so lesbian I’m not sure if it’s good or not ( ˙-˙)
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aphscotire · 1 year ago
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Scotire with the rest of the British isles
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calicomeoww · 2 years ago
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Scot is actually the only extrovert among his siblings. If you are counting ire he is another extrovert. So when those two are together they get amplify the extroverted-partying energy to a great extent. Their love language is literally love fight over the smallest things possible, kissing each other and then said, “yo it’s disgusting let’s do more of that.”
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siffrins-therapist · 1 year ago
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@hetaween-event Day 3: witchcraft 🔮🐲🦄
I got switched to different shifts at work this week, and now I have some catching up to do :')
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bigein · 2 years ago
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So awhile ago over on your other blog you answered that ask about Ireland ships, and I personally don't really see any of the characters you mentioned liking with him bottoming 👀👀👀 so like... What're Your Thoughts On That Subject???
Alternatively : Is Sean a switch or is Arthur just such a bottom even other bottoms want to top him?
hello!
I did sketch out a few relationships for Ireland a while back (you've no idea how long it took me to find this with a broken search function).
How I decide to write sex in fic is situational so save for a few examples i don't have a set position in mind-- sex can be so many things! So my thoughts on the subject are going to be a little winded:
DenIre
Mathias has broad, calloused hands and they span the width of Sean's thighs easily. He parts them for him, lets him close, and then parts his lips to swallow Mathias' deep laughter. If there is a taste to him that Sean might like to recall later it is lost to the tang of cider on their tongues and the hazy desire that heats the air between them. It is not often that Sean will bring a man into his bed but Mathias is all at once a body and a smoke-dream; something brought forth from the rowan branches turned to ashen coals over the grates that warm their tent. He will be gone with the Sprig thaw, him and his kin, but tonight he is Sean's to rut against. A warm, slick mouth to kiss and fuck; a voice to whisper into his ear about the things he has seen beyond the known seas that span between them.
When morning comes, Mathias is a warm body still but when their eyes meet it is sea-salt and wind, and a world beyond the horizon waking to a new age of wanderlust.
ScotIre
For a moment, Sean is sure they will kiss.
They do not.
Alasdair's forearm is like iron where it pins him against the rough-hewn walls that keep from them their enemies but ward them not against the biting chill of winter or the acrid stench of war. Last summer it was just them, silent and familiar, sharing a single cup and the glow of firelight. Alasdair had carved him a fine stag out of the pale wood of a Holly tree and come the harvest Sean had seen in that an omen.
It will be centuries before Sean learns of Alasdair's pleasure; how he unspools with it, grows slack and soft where Sean has only ever known him to be unshakable.
SpIre
Honey should not taste so rich as it does now, licked from the pad of Antonio's thumb almost unthinkingly.
He is being seduced, Sean realises, and almost starts. Antonio laughs like he expected it and boldly, good-naturedly, cups Sean where he is hottest; hums like it's his pleasure when he twitches and thrusts up, helpless against this kind of pleasure and wanting.
Sean closes his eyes and surrenders like a fool; like he is young and fresh rather than scarred and aching, a body grown abstemious and ascetic by violence, by hunger. These rooms are strewn in sunlight and silk; fresh linen and fine leather. The air scents like a hothouse and with every roll of his hips, for every sigh he pulls from Sean's lips, Antonio whispers a name. Jasmine and lemon balm; orange blossom, geranium. He draws their pleasure out, withdrawing like the tide to ask questions and bid Sean speak hoarsely in the language of his poets only to steal every syllable from his lips with sucking kisses that taste of foreign spices Sean cannot name. Antonio's fingertips are tinged golden and fragrant with saffron. Sean's thighs are slick with cypress oil and pre-spend, pressed tight for the cock that fucks between them in steady, languid thrusts. His own cock aches, denied and weeping in Antonio's firm hold, past the point of what he thought endurable.
When he spills it is at Antonio's mercy, once, twice— thrice, and Sean's last delirious thought is of flesh and the divine.
PrussIre
Gilbert bites Sean's neck where he has already left his mark, a scar long-healed but crooked and keloided. He kisses the sting of his teeth away only to bite down harder a second time. Sean grips him so hard that it must hurt, strips Gilbert's cock like a man that has never known mercy and feels nothing but heat. They meet on battlefields and fuck when they will not be missed, where they will not be seen. Violence breeds passion, breeds anger, breeds exhaustion and leaves little room for shame. It is not love but it is relief to fall into each other's arms and that is what they find in bitten-back moans shaped like other people's names.
Still, when it is over, they linger.
Gilbert's bandages have come undone. Sean puts them to rights and keeps his comments to himself, knowing what Gil already can guess—that his wound will scar, another mar of silver on his moonlit skin. Sean's only coat has lost three of its buttons in the fray. Gilbert gestures wordlessly for it and replaces one of them, squinting in the dim light of the oil lamp they share, having for once found themselves on the same side of the war.
That night, despite the hum of foreign land beneath their threadbare bedding, they find a dreamless sleep.
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kyuukancorbie · 6 years ago
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Drew a quick pic for my friend Glen’s birthday! 
OC Scotland and Ireland in the Order of the Thistle and Order of St. Patrick mantles, with some alteration. I drew the second piece a long while ago as part of the ScotIre booklet.
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