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@owlrolls
random ass rarepair wishful thinking
Fullo “crumbs” under the cut
Hii and Amo as Soul and Maka !!
Ok go my jabfuisms
nobody numa numas like they used to
(wistfully) mai-ia-hee... mai-ia- hoo....
Eishia, my love
Keep Up!
AKA a pathetically late birthday present for my bestie
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Joana huffed, bringing her horse to a stop as she looked ahead towards Edith’s upon her own horse, trotting away triumphantly.
Edith threw her head over her shoulder, and god Joana could see her grinning ear-to-ear even at a distance. Edith stopped. “I thought you said you were skilled on horseback!” she shouted, making her way back towards Joana.
The latter tugged on the horse’s reins trying to urge it forward to no avail. “I am quite skilled on a horse that is not so stubborn! Whatever possessed you to have such a horse bred?”
Edith came to a stop beside Joana, leaning over to run a gentle hand along the horse's neck, “She is mighty obedient when you are firm and certain with her,” she looked up at Joana, the sun catching the flecks of brown in amongst the green of her eyes, her thin lips pulled into a coy smile, the faintest hint of freckles on her cheeks, appearing with a fury now that her makeup was slowly wearing away in the late hours of the afternoon. Joana gazed upon her, taking her fully in, as if it were the first time she was seeing Edith all over again. “You will not hurt my horses, I can assure you, though I worry with such a soft touch if they may hurt you.”
Joana leaned forward, placing her hand atop Edith’s own, “Next time we go out riding, it will be on my horses, then you will not be so smug.”
Joana kept her hand atop Edith’s, soaking in her warmth, the smoothness of her skin. Finally, Edith pulled her hand away, though admittedly it seemed to be with some reluctance. She began again into a trot, laughing.
“Until then, my dear, I shall be enjoying a victory lap!” Edith raced away on her horse, leaving Joana in the dust though not entirely unhappy.
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A very late but very happy birthday to @owlrolls I love you so much bestie and I'm so sorry this is so late
This is so incredibly late and I have no excuse other than uni work and ongoing mental health issues because of my recent breakup 😭😭
I've kept the setting vague but I imagine this happens around the 15th century though I've intentionally kept the details vague so set this whenever you want
I've missed my girls and haven't written anything for literal months because I'm in my final year of uni so this was fun to write!
And yes, this is vaguely inspired by the horse riding scene in The Other Bennet Sister.
OH MY GODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!! THE GIRLIES
Missing my girls big time today……..
Are we connected.........................
posting these again but I wanted to contrast the vibes <333
yaayy kitty for my friend
me when ppl are liking my drawings
hima fed us with the snow prince cafe art but at what cost...
engport mentioned?
I like to think that back in the days, because gay relationships were not as accepted as today, Belgium would sometimes start rumours about about her and England (because they were close and it was thus plausible) to cover his relation with Portugal up.
None of the nations were fooled, though the rumours were never meant to cover it up to them.
I don’t know what I’m doing but some hetalia art Huzzah! :DD
bothering them on their smoke break
@hetaween-event
prompts: into the woods & disappearance
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Abandon all hope
NC-17 | Engspa
Warnings: gore, body horror, horror, violence, war crimes, dead dove: do not eat
He stepped on a dry twig and it snapped under his foot. Antonio cursed at himself inwardly, hands tightening on his rifle, eyes darting around at the dark woods he found himself in. He couldn’t see the sun anymore this deep into the forest, all he could see was the darkness, all he could hear was the quiet. Gabriel had gone missing for more than a day. He said he wouldn’t take long and Antonio had foolishly let him go alone.
Daniel Arthur aka Daniel Arthury (Brazilian, b. Anápolis, Goiás, Brazil, based Loures, Portugal) - Where's my Breakfast?, Paintings: Oil on Panel