Mar 12, 2018
So @bonjourxrenae and I are entertaining the idea of an Artist booth at some point, so here’s a quick doodle that may or may not become a keychain at some point
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So @bonjourxrenae and I are entertaining the idea of an Artist booth at some point, so here’s a quick doodle that may or may not become a keychain at some point
When it comes to America, I have three major ships with him.
Ameripan is super adorable and I love it to death, but I feel like the history between the two would cause some tension. Which gives fanfic writers so much material for the couple.
AmeBel is one of my favorite straight couples and I had been spoiled with good fics of these two. But again the history which makes it confusing for these two but amazing, again- been spoiled by great fanfics.
Now AmeLiet is one of those ships that I don't care if it's romantic or platonic; these two make me laugh.
Guys... I miss writing Lietbel...
Someone give me a prompt. If you want an idea of what I have already written about them go here: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2214605/Eiji-Joan-Cathval Womp. I miss them so much. ><
Dear diary,
I know she doesn't love me, but...
It's okay to pretend...
Isn't it?
Original Art - I've lost the link, sorry!
Submitted by; Myself
Ooh!!! PoLietRus in a haunted house?
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"Lithuania," Russia called, and Lithuania thought about reminding him to lower his voice, maybe even moan a little, if he really wanted him to believe he needed to be taken care of. “Lithuania, I am very cold.”
"It’s because the heating’s not working," Lithuania answered. He’d made sure that nothing lurked in the shadowed corners of the room before sitting down at Russia’s feet. Besides him, Poland snorted.
"Aren’t you used to it anyway?"
Lithuania glared at him.
(A long wail echoed from the basement - which all three of them tried bravely to ignore.)
"Russia’s ill, Poland," Lithuania replied, voice more-or-less steady.
"Ill my butt. He’s been walking through the snow for, like, the better part of the day and his huge nose’s barely even red!”
Russia, unphased, smiled sweetly. The curtains blew from the shut window, shadowing his face.
"Lithuania, my dear," he said, voice kind yet vaguely menacing. "Would you please get me a blanket?"
Lithuania shivered.
"But - the blankets are downstairs."
As if on cue, another wail resonnated from the dark shape of the basement door, and invisible chains rattled in the kitchen - or maybe that was the bathroom (but who would use chains in a bathroom?)
"Yes," Russia simply said. "But Poland has one, and I am just a little bit jealous."
Lithuania felt his heart drop. God only knows what he’d find there…
He turned towards Poland, to tell him he loved him, just in case he didn’t come back -
- but Poland had risen to his feet and taken off his blanket. He wrapped it across Russia’s shoulders.
"There, you big baby," he said, sulking. "Happy?"
Russia beamed, and wrapped his arms around Poland’s waist, dragging him to his lap.
"Maybe we should cuddle? That might be better."
Lithuania sighed in relief.
Downstairs, the lonely ghost let out a dissapointed whine.
"That's include the curtains"
Like father and son.
4ngryqueerfeminist asked you:
another prompt! Magical girl (or something like that w/e. gender.) Feliks!'
''Feliks. What did you do this time?'' Toris didn’t even bother hiding, or even softening, his expression. He honestly had no idea what his best friend thought more than half of the time, but even for him, that was too much.
Feliks shrugged, and the light fabric of the cape covering his thin shoulders shone under the moonlight.
''I dunno, Toris, I swear! I mean I was just taking a nap, and then this little guy shows up and tells me I gotta, like, save the world? Then next thing I know I’m dressed like this, and as cute this outfit is, I like, have no idea what I’m doing.''
He didn’t look he was going to do any world saving any time soon, Toris thought. He was wearing an impractically shimmering short dress, with a wide ruffled skirt and a caplet tha looked like it was actually made of starlight. His only weapon, if it could be called that, was a short light blue sword with a golden moon mounted on the blade.
Impractical, ridiculous, and were those heels? Even his hair was longer than usual – extensions, really? – and perfectly braided.
''So you came to bother me?''
''Well, yeah... Poland looked utterly dejected. He even seemed to glow a little less, which Lithuania decided should just not be possible.
He sighed.
''Alright. I’ll be your sidekick, I guess.''
The glow returned, even brighter than before. Lithuania groaned.