Omg!!! Wife! Congratulations! The last time I heard she's Girlfriend from way back then omg! Congratulations!!!
Haha thank you! Yes things have surely moved along in the time I’ve had this blog. We’ve been married for two years now.

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Omg!!! Wife! Congratulations! The last time I heard she's Girlfriend from way back then omg! Congratulations!!!
Haha thank you! Yes things have surely moved along in the time I’ve had this blog. We’ve been married for two years now.
I’ve been asked to draw some cute usuk and since today drawing just won’t work I decided to practice with this extremely quick doodle.
‘Why were you late to class today’ 'a hot guy fell asleep on my shoulder in the bus and i let him for three stops past mine’
oh look i posted an actual art lol
Oh dear! I forgot about the England detail!how long have you been here in England, Butterfish?
Oh a few years by now! Just long enough to avoid being kicked out despite the unstable political situation (or so I hope).
Hey butterfish! Ive been a fan for a long time and I was wondering how you were doing? You never speak about yourself much at all! How are you feeling in England? Do you miss Denmark and family? Are you onto new projects? What have you been up to? Hope you are doing fine!
Hi anon! I am doing well these days. Not as creative as I’d like to be, but I am trying hard to get back into creating. I am working on numerous original project, but whether they’ll ever amount to anything... well, we shall see! For now, I work too much, travel too much (off to New York soon!), write too little and eat too much. So can’t complain really!
sorry im in “scribble the au i’m currently infatuated with” mode
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How did you become popular as a fic writer
Eh I wouldn’t say I’m popular, there are certainly a lot of great writers in the fandom. I just write and hope people like it. I started out on Hetalia Kink Meme, then posted the stuff I particularly liked to Fanfiction, and finally got this Tumblr to be able to interact with others. I’ve been lucky to meet a lot of great people on here who’s kept me going for this many years!
I'm among those that grew up with your stories from my young teens to now being in my early 20s-- I have to send my thanks for everything it helped me discover about myself for the better, too. I'm so grateful you keep your works up.
Thank you for letting me know. I’m amazed how my stories have impacted people and it’s really nice to hear about! This is why I can’t stop writing.
I just wanted you to know how much of an impact you had on my life. I read American Dreams when I was 14 and confused about myself. I had no sense of identity, was crushed that I wasn't straight like my peers, and had to build myself from the ground up alone with an unsupportive family. Your work gave me comfort in that I'd one day figure it all out. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but eventually. Its been years and I still hold your writing close to my heart. I'm forever so grateful for you.
Thank you so much for the kind words. I am sorry you had to take on that journey by yourself, and I hope you managed the support you needed to get you to a better place. No life should ever be set in stone. We should always have the possibility of moving on to better things if something just doesn’t sit right - whether today, tomorrow, or, as you say, eventually. I wish you all the best on your way!
Always wanting more is the sin of love
Alfred didn’t know a lot. His teachers said so. His mum said so. His brother Matthew hinted at it with the way he narrowed his eyes whenever Alfred posed a question such as, “If the Earth stops spinning will we fly into space?” Heck, even Alfred knew the limitations to his own knowledge.
But one thing was clear to him, unmistakably so: love was going to be his downfall.
It was Tuesday, and nothing good ever happens on Tuesdays. Nothing bad happens either. Everyone hates Monday. Everyone loves Friday. Wednesday is the halfway point to the weekend. Thursday is the-day-before-Friday-day. But Tuesday? Forgettable. Unremarkable. Therefore, perfect.
Alfred pushed himself against the bus window as he bit a piece of gum in half. In the reflection, he could see Matthew’s gaze follow him.
“Why do you always do that?” he asked.
Alfred popped the other half of the gum in his mouth. “Do what?”
“That. Bite the piece in half. It’s so small. It’s made for immediate consumption.”
“Immediate consumption,” Alfred repeated and smacked his lips together. “Fancy.”
Matthew scoffed. “Don’t make fun of me, you’re the one rationing gum. We’re not that poor.”
“Nah, we’re just normal poor.” Alfred wriggled his toes as he glanced down at his worn sneakers. His toenails had almost gnawed through the soft top fabric of the shoes. It was only a matter of days before he would beg his mum for new ones. Then it would be a matter of weeks before she would drag him to a second hand shop. Then a matter of months (just in time for Christmas!) before he would get a brand new pair. That was always his Christmas gift. New sneakers. To be worn down after a few games of basketball. It’s a wonder I’ve not been put up for adoption out of spite, Alfred pondered.
“So why do you do it?” Matthew asked.
The bus came to a stop. As he picked his backpack off the floor, Alfred glanced out of the window and caught sight of a bright yellow bicycle - the bright yellow bicycle - rolling through the school gates. Bingo.
“If I chomp it down, I just want more,” he said and climbed across Matthew’s lap to be the first in the aisle. His sneakers dragged a dirty patch over his brother’s jeans.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, in a hurry!” Alfred jumped down the steps and off the bus, just in time to see the yellow bike round the corner of the school building. He set off in a sprint, his bag bouncing and his breath quickening, and he’d barely made it to the corner before he shouted: “What time do you call this, slacker!”
In front of him stood Arthur. Boring, old Arthur. Boring, because he always wore the same jeans and t-shirts. Black jeans, black tees. As if every day was an attempt at being goth but his senses got the better of him (that and the fact that it wasn’t year 2005 anymore) so he opted for downplayed cool kid, dark scandi chic, or perhaps cartoon character who owns one set of clothes. And old? Well, he was a total of 172 days, five hours and nineteen minutes older than Alfred. Exactly.
Arthur rubbed the palms of his hands against the worn leather of his handlebars, then wrapped his fingers around the frayed strips before turning the bike to face Alfred. His brows raised slightly. “Slacker?”
“Yeah,” Alfred said. He leaned up against the wall, hands in pockets, and tried to breathe through his nose until his heartbeat returned to a normal pace. He wanted to seem collected. “I’ve been here for, heh,” he looked at his mobile, “thirty minutes? Man, you’re late.”
“No one is late if they arrive before the scheduled time.”
“Well, you kind of are if you’re the last to arrive.”
“You were later than me.”
“Was not.”
“Saw you on the bus. Climbing on Matthew.” Arthur cocked his head to the side, and Alfred felt his breath quicken again under his watchful eyes. “Nice to see two siblings so close.” There was something about the way he spoke, so dry and without humour whilst the sides of his lips pulled into a slight smile. You’d miss it if you didn’t know him. Luckily for Alfred, he’d known Arthur for years. More than long enough to catch the playfulness in his attitude, however small it was.
Alfred sniffed in and chewed down on his gum. “Oh yeah? Well…” He shuffled his feet. He was out of things to say. Normal things anyway. He had plenty he could tell Arthur. Like,
“Last night I dreamt that we built a spaceship and we went to Mars and it was full of people and we opened a restaurant selling Earth food and they all loved it but on Mars you have to prepare the food to different standards so we got shut down because we didn’t bleach out meat so we were poor living on the street but it was okay because you turned to me and professed your love which was super cool and kept us warm all night.”
But instead he said,
“Well, I’ll see you after class, maybe?” and he reached out and rung Arthur’s bell and felt like a total knobhead when Arthur pulled his bike back slightly.
“Yeah, maybe,” Arthur said. He stepped onto one of the pedals of his bike and pushed himself around in a half circle, gave Alfred a polite nod, and then rolled off toward the bike shed.
Alfred pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and grimaced: “See you after class, maybe.” He shook his head at himself, dragged his hood over his face, and trudged to class as the bell rang.
Do u have a patreon
I do not, no. I work for free. Much to the dismay of my bank account at times.
Fanfiction is just the best isn’t it? You can go read a 5k little dribble about your otp having a morning cuddle with a side of pancakes, and then go to a 100k full fucking space epic au that someone just wrote cause they wanted to. We have heartwretching fics, coffee shop au’s, westerns, modern fantasies, arranged marriages, medieval stories, I’m so grateful to fanfic writers for giving us stories (some better than published books) about our favorite characters to read on the daily for free.
Thank you <3
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