Based on a variety of minecraft SMPs like the Life Series, Empires, and Misadventures
Read full part on Ao3 here
If the floors of the home were going to do something- they were going to creak and squeak with every little and big step. There was a man at the table, unenthusiastically scooping porridge from a bowl into his mouth with a wooden spoon. The floor squeaked, some bells jingled.
“You missed a spot on your forehead,” Oli spoke to Shelby as she was fully dressed and ready to go put on a show for the royal court.
The jester furrowed her brows, turning to her kin in annoyance and covering her forehead, “No I didn’t! You always say that.”
“Well you’ve just got such a big forehead it would be easy to miss a spot when you paint it,” he ate another spoonful.
Shelby was ready to shake her fists at him, but remained mature and calm, flattening down her hat and adjusting her satchel, “You’re just jealous the King has requested a routine of mine four times in two weeks- the Queen has even assigned a carriage just to pick me up the past two. So, ha!”
“He’s not king,” Oli reminded his sister of the fact of their land.
“Well- not officially,” Shelby paused, “But you know what I mean. And also stop stealing my tights! I know mine aren’t wine stained.”
Her brother had nothing to reply to that with, so she turned towards the door and began to head out, “Anyways, have fun at the tavern, don’t forget to feed George!”
After watching his sister be greeted by the royal herald and take off in an elegant carriage, Oli cleaned up after his light meal and headed to their parlour with a bowl of creepy crawlies that had been crushed over the past weeks, a delicacy.
George was sat in his corner, as if expecting it to be meal time already. The large toad croaked once before diving into the food the human presented to him. Oli watched the toad eat, mainly in disgust but also concern. “If you grow anymore you’ll have to live outside, George, and Scott won’t be wanting a big toad hopping around his land. I don’t know why Shelby brought you inside in the first place…”
Oli stood in thought for a moment until the familiar feeling of dread and regret came over him, which meant it was time to head into the city. Getting ready for the day, in his own slightly wine stained tights, he grabbed his lute and headed off on foot.
~
Denery was the neighboring city of Aqualor, two kingdom’s separated by a river with their capital hubs on each side. Though he was a citizen of Aqualor under the kingdom of Queen Lizzie, Oli took his business to Denery just a ferry away. It could be because Denery was a more profitable place, it could be because his fellow citizens in Aqualor had grown tired of his tunes over the past two years and were stingy to pay up, he would not tell.
By the time he arrived in the Jellie-o Travern, there was a busy atmosphere as people came in to have a drink for the midday time.
“About time you showed up, I was about to call a no show,” the Travern owner adjusted his hat as he lifted his head and called to the bard as Oli rushed around the central bar, towards the stage.
“I wouldn’t do that, I wouldn’t. The people love me too much, I can’t disappoint them,” Oli climbed onto the small platform and held his lute up, attracting the attention of customers about- some who cheered and others who gave him questioning looks, it was bound to he a profitable day.
And that it was, sixty whole silver pieces! Performing during meal times always went well. Sixty silver was a mere six gold…which was no where close to what he owed in his debt. And he had to use some of that for food. And clothes. And maybe some polish for his lute. Maybe a drink first!
Grabbing a refreshing cup of cider, Oli took a seat next to a man he was very familiar with around these parts.
“Marvelous as always, honorable bard, truly marvelous! My ears and heart are all tingly from the beautiful music,” the man spoke.
Oli lifted his hat, “Why thank you, Master Saus. You are always a good patron of the arts.”
The cloaked man chuckled, “Of course, of course. The arts are very important, no matter the type. Someone as impressive as you should be performing for gods, not bounty hunters and traders.”
That was his dream, any bard’s dream would be to perform on the most populated, biggest stage! Well, it had developed into his dream over the last few years. It’s not like he had even wanted to be a bard to begin with, but it just sort of naturally fell into place when he may or may not have stolen an enchanted lute from a grouchy count. The instrument became bound to him, and as he already had a bit of musical prowess, playing for money on the streets became the only way to repay the debt he had to pay, eighty one diamonds.
It was alright, Oli knew the debt wouldn’t follow him into his next life.
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Playing his lute down the roads of Denery earned him more silver, as did playing on the ferry back to Aqualor. He did notice the glares of two particular people heading to the city with him.
“Could I interest you two travellers with a special song? I do take requests for higher price.”
“Yeah, I’ve got one,” the shorter one asked, “keep it down.”
The taller one pat the other’s head, “Don’t mind Grian, he’s in a bad mood today. We heard you playing in the Travern, I enjoyed it.”
Oli bowed his head, “Ah, I see. And thank you, I live to perform. If you dont mind me asking, you don’t seem to be going to Aqualor for a nice holiday.”
“We’re not.”
“We are hunters. Well, I, Pearl, am much braver and stronger than my cousin here, definitely” the woman added more to the other’s blunt reply, “But anyways. There’s a good reward in your kingdom for hunting great boars outside the crystal pools, we’re in need of the money.”
The bard strum his instrument, thinking of how much the reward could be- perhaps he could ditch the lute and gain a sword? Become a mighty warrior?
Definitely not.
“I admire your journey, what a hero’s quest,” Oli spoke while playing a tune, “it truly inspires the strings.”
For the rest of the ferry ride, the bard let the music play. As everyone deboarded the ship, that who had been identified as Grian slipped something into Oli’s hand as they passed by.
The bard looked down at his hand and nearly fell over the wood deck into the bay- two solid gold pieces, damn these hunters were rich!
~
“Oli! Oli! Oli!”
His sister’s voice and bells rung across the crowd, her colourful, bright outfit making her stand out in the crowd as she made her way towards him just as he left the ferry port. The bard was putting his new earnings into the pouch under his hat, which he secured back onto his head while speeding his step towards the blue and pink jester.
The two met, Shelby gasping for air and composing herself before sharing her news, “You’ll never guess what, you’ll never guess!”
“We’ve both know I don’t have the brain power to guess what could possibly be in your mind, spit it out,” Oli didn’t know what could be so urgent or important as to have had Shelby come running down to the port to find him.
Clasping his hands, the jester smiled brightly as she spoke the words that made the bard faint a couple seconds later, “The King wants us to perform a routine for the court next week, he’s paid ten diamonds in advance! You and me! We’re going to be big!”
Summary: How many times will winter echo? Both in memories and in the amount of times its mentioned. It's here, it's here, the awaited winter! How will it go for the Red King and his loyal Hand this time round?
Relationships & Characters: Ren/Martyn (or Ren & Martyn since no set relationship set but ya know,,) Joel SmallishBeans in also there
Words: 1,465
Nice Life SMP Finale SPOILERS, canon divergent for my own sanity
Light description of blood and death, nothing unusual in the death games
Cross posted on AO3
Hearts were pounding, or perhaps it was just the organ bouncing around their rotten chests as the blood that had supported any heartbeat had stopped flowing moons ago. The Hand of the Red King had shouted reassurance to the Hound Keeper they had allied with in this new life, but as Ren and Martyn had arrived to the chase, Gem and her loyal one fell to the one who had been her friend before the coming of winter.
There was no way of stopping, Ren and Martyn knew that the Christmas elves were directly coming after them now that Gem had gone. It was all so familiar- the red, the wolves, the thrill of battle running through their undead bodies. This was truly a Red Winter as the blood of their foes and allies was a bright contrast against the never ending snow that continued to pile up as the Hand and his King raced together to some high ground on what used to be Martyn’s twin peaks base, now basically snowed over.
“We need to get rid of those stupid dogs,” Ren did not process the irony of his words as he managed to haul Martyn up to the top of what was once a building, being careful with their leather boots as the snow all around was unfathomable, especially now in the times of endless winter. One wrong move, a misstep, a bump of the hip, a graze even could send the twin snow peaks avalanching down and send anyone…any dog even, to their suffocatingly cold demise.
Keen as always, Martyn pulled Ren alongside him before sending dual wind charges through the snowy peaks of his somewhat beloved abode. Some shout of warning was heard from Joel for his remaining comrade, but it was in vein as the snow topped Scott off the pillar he was building up to the roof with, knocking the blue elf and the dogs who cluelessly followed his falling body, down a trapped hidden hole even Martyn had forgotten about.
An “Oh for goodness sake!” of annoyance was heard from the final elf standing before the death of Scott was announced by a thunderous clap.
The chase had reversed, Ren and Martyn could see Joel furiously switching between various things in his inventory, trying to find anything to make him move quicker in the dreaded snow.
“What’s wrong, Beans? Looking for a pearl?” the Hand, trying to be witty even in the final showdown as usual, called out to the elf who had previously been surprised by the use of ender pearls when Martyn dropped off a Piglin Brute at the now forgotten snow box fort.
The Red King was right beside his Hand as they held their swords and shields close whilst chasing the one who had been voted the Naughtiest of all. “Well he won’t find her, we lost Pearl to one of his tricks a while ago, bless her,” Ren recalled the tragedy he witnessed before his very eyes only a few days ago. So many fallen allies, would be allies; Grian and BigB in reversed roles yet they went out at the same time.
“Stupid, stupid snow!” Joel was a swearing, panicked mess as he kept sinking into the white sea with his diamond boots. Ever since Cleo’s yellow life had faded and the red sky descended upon the winter wonderland, the snowfall had only increased. It was the final three and the green elf knew he was not turning this around in a solo man versus self-crowned kingdom duo.
Everything has come to this all so quick and soon the sun was setting again, the snow kept accumulating. The King kept up the chase after the green elf, his Hand slowing down slight in order to eat, no one could sprint forever. Unable to stop to take a bite of the bits of steak that were left in his pocket, Joel began to slow down as well, awkwardly holding pieces of steak in the same hand as his shield and keeping a steady hold on his diamond axe. Despite the outcome, despite knowing the result, every fiber in his body was not about to give up last moment.
That’s when the cobwebs caught his fall when he stepped over some snow; the webs had been placed by Cleo haphazardly nights ago. Joel dropped his steak and gripped his axe, yelling in fury as he attempted to cut the web and be able to properly fight. The thumping of boots came to an end right before him.
Ren swung his sword down, hitting the elf’s shield. They kept at this, Joel attempting to get some hits on Ren- something futile besides slicing up the King’s shield slightly. Not even as blood coughed out his mouth, not even as his body fell forward and over onto the tainted snow did Joel let go of his axe. The aqua of the diamond axe reflected Ren’s face as he stared at it, an old symbol of this awaited Red Winter. Their final foe had been a formidable one since they had awoken in the endless tundra and he did not yell for mercy as Martyn jumped and carried his weapon down. The blonde’s bloodthirsty smile was the last thing he saw before everything went dark.
For two men undead yet again, they could feel their ears drumming from the adrenaline of the entire past few nights. The snow was quiet, and the weapons stayed up.
“So its come to us, me Hand.”
“Aye, sir,” Martyn spoke, taking a deep breath and lowering his weapon slightly. It was just them within the borders of this deadly world, the two of them- ‘alive’ at the same time, for the final time this round. Not all memories are clear, allyships of the past, last-minute betrayal attempts, and deaths that had happened mere seconds after seeing each other last. Not now, the Red Winter prophecy had brought them both to the end with only the pain of their fallen friends and the dried blood of their foes.
After removing his helmet, the blonde ruffled his hair and secured his headband, “To me it’s obvious what we must do, my Lord- what I must do for you.”
Joel’s body had disappeared by now, leaving behind only his armour and the diamond axe. Holding the weapon again, in this skin, in this state, it was enough to make the man smile despite the horrendous feeling he had all those seasons ago when he first held a similar tool.
Ren knew what Martyn was on about, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. A win is a win, a good feeling, but at what cost? He couldn’t, to his own hand- despite the fact he had forced Martyn to enact the axe upon his nape a long time ago. For what? A meaningless title before they do it all over again? This was different, it was Red Winter, couldn’t they enjoyed their joint victory? Couldn’t they go have some hot cocoa and watch the red sun rise over the horizon again?
“This feels heavy, Martyn, I’ll be honest,” Ren spoke quietly as he held the axe with both hands. Is this what the blonde had felt all those years ago? His blood had still been pumping with many lives, unlike the red Ren at the moment, so perhaps it had been worse.
His Hand smiled and kept looking at him as he knelt down, “That will make it easier to swing down, my Lord- its got an efficiency enchant this time around.”
There were so many things to say, so much to do, but this was all happening now and Ren knew Martyn was not one to dilly dally once he had his mind set on something, “Thank you, me loyal Hand.”
“This is just repayment for all you’ve done for me, after all this time,” Martyn closed his eyes and lowered his head, “this is the greatest honour of them all.”
Ren stayed beside Martyn until his body disappeared, the red moon was high above the wintery graveyard. It was just him, but the unknown forces of the world continued to pile up snow- erasing any footsteps, blood, and cozy homes. It had been exhilarating to live, more or less, through this foretold event with his loyal hand. Being on side with Grian, Gem, Scar, and Cleo, he couldn’t have asked for a fiercer bunch. Red skies and grey, cold skin a nice fireplace back at his cabin could perhaps suffice. But the undead can only be around for so long in this winter wonderland; the bloody crown must come off and the Red King has to step into his snowy grave to rest until the winter comes a knockin’ again
Galapagos and Otoki are not to scale, just wanted to make them visibleofc
(Outline of Otoki due to change incase I find the copy of original(original was lost in 2019 fml) also Otoki is a bit more out in the ocean but page limits ofc)
1. Peru 🇵🇪: Closest relationship, biologically siblings as Tortlia Otoki split off from Peru after pangea or smth. So the islands (each individual island has a person i havent talked much about) are also his siblings, but Peru only really knows the two (three) that were affected by Spain the most. Otoki would be dragged to the mainland from time to time, and that was always to Peru.
She learned many things from him, mainly involving cooking, fighting back, and the importance of preserving history.
spain: aprende ethpañol thio! (Learn spanish!)
otoki: huy! (Noooooo)
peru: veni, te enseño español (come here, I'll teach you spanish)
otoki: esta bien :3 (ok)
He is a reserved man, even with her and the others around, mainly spending time wandering about and partaking in archaeological digs (one of his big hobbies aside from cooking) but the two will meet up once a while for a weekend to spend time together.
Peru is shy (as in a, ew people 🖕 way) but will also visit people and chat with locals on his walks and keep up with family and friends via mail (bit of an ew technology)
2. Ecuador 🇪🇨: That one friend who’s like a brother, but actually because the Otoki island lands are some bits of both modern territories (bits of Ecuador and Peru split off and clashed with already formed volcanic lands). Unlike Peru, Ecuador is more chatty and visits more often (mainly because he’s checking in on Galapagos anyway) The two looove to talk about their artisinal cultures, especially woodcrafts as those are big things in both places! Otoki went to him a lot after Independence to learn about what things were like on the continent and how to handle all the different ecosystems, and to learn all sorts of music and dance- they’re still usually dance partners for at least five rounds whenever a gathering happens.
3. Galapagos : Odd northern neighbor who is actually the closest out of anyone else. The two women do not speak much, despite technically being sisters, but when they do they chat for hours and hours on end, having a drink on a boat, and Otoki listening to Galapagos boast about their increasing tourism and what plans she has next (Otoki is definitely not jealous)
4. Chile 🇨🇱: Close relationship from top to bottom, friendly as they are both chill gals compared to uh…everyone else further east. They have shared and inspired each other over the years, both in fashion and artisinal work, and in how they deal with other people (lots of shit talking). Otoki greatly looks up to Chile, impressed by her serene nature and talents in dance, music, and poetry.
Hetalia headcanons and 3am ramble about "personhood"?
Because I can‼️ I remembered i have free will. Can't wait for tsa to read through this.
First I just want to ramble about my take on the personification. I will die on the hill that at the end of the day, they are people, too. Just trying to get by, dealing with so many things yet having that 'human' urge to just cry and eat a comfort meal while watching reality TV.
In canon, when the country goes through something, the personification will usually get physically ill (see England post American independence) buuuut since we haven't seen that for anyone else, really, I like to believe that that physically illness has to do with the personal connections and emotions they have with each other. This kinda goes with my thought that issues regarding the absolute state of their nation affects the personification more mentally and emotionally. (Like imagine you're 12, your people are fighting as usual but it resolves and everything is alright for 100 years , you go out with the child young nation whimsy before getting smacked with responsibility and seeing your people in chaos for over a century. And then it's fine- no, back to fighting abroad. Ok but now- nope, more stress and humans yelling at you over something that isn't your own personal fault? And all of the others who you try to see as 'family' are also pissed at you by correlation and you've got facial hair now but change those pantaloons for some trousers because it's only about to get worse oh you miss those days of watching ships fighting from afar huh) I've studied 16th-18th century England (and Wales) way too much god. Arthur Kirkland my beloved loser
These people can spawn at any moment, at any 'age'. Toddler/infant states like England, tween Germany, 20s crisis Seborga (I'm assuming lol) But of course, the 'child versions' grow with the country (sometimes?) And this growth can happen over a few years or centuries despite the actual development of the nation itself.
Personifications learn not only about this world that they're suddenly a part of and their role in it, but they have to go out and seemingly learn for themselves (see Industrial Revolution) They slso have to learn about everyone else and themselves. Have to learn what it's like to be human although they'll never know it themselves (insert Davie episode here).
No amount of therapy can help because no amount of humans with phds could possibly understand. It's very much "eldest daughter of a poc immigrant mother" vibes of "no one understands". The personification have each other, of course. I like to think that those who are genuine friends gather to have long traumatic talks, but again, everyone is different and couldn't possibly understand everything that may ail the other. Journaling is important to them, where written or recorded, just to have at least one outlet that they can look back on (Prussia and Russia core).
Do yall think that there were humans that tried to take care of 'child versions' thinking they were orphan children or something? And the years passed but they stayed the same but the personification grew attached and would stick around with the human as their first 'family' (since they could have..."biological/geological" family but not know them yet (see Iceland and Norway). Like who takes care of them? The "boss"? (See later ramble) Do they need to eat or develop the need after seeing humans? Do they get their "humanness" from observing them?
Personification have the nation's political leader as their "boss", but they definitely don't always listen to them. There's consequences if they don't (see Russia in Industrial Rev and 19th century America I think?) But that just goes back to them being their own people aaaaa. But also they're immortal ig, what would humans even be able to do? Well, again, more mental and emotional damage (lol) than physical pain. I don't know what else to say sjsj
I truly wonder how the first interaction with a "boss" and personification would've gone like. Um,, violent, definitely, but like you try to drown the witch and she doesn't drown so she's a witch but ok what do you do now? Have her follow you around and do tasks for you? Like 😭
The having of personifications for Japanese prefectures implies British counties but like I'm sure it's the same elsewhere as it was in Japan as well, but what data does it go off from. Historic? Metropolitan? Ceremonial? I want Yorkshires on my desk by Monday. Also every country I can think of has between 10 and 80 counties/prefectures/states/provinces, etc.
Whenever I draw the characters I really do just Google "average height of (nationality) person" lol, most of the canon heights are accurate give or take a few measurements
I definitely do not go by the ages. I know it's their "physical appearance" as with the art style ofc but come on half of them are in their 30s and 40s bffr, this goes for Europe and Asia! Love my old people trauma country show
If I keep going I'll start rambling about Arthur Kirkland and the rest of great britain so adios 💀😭
looks like someone was 360 behind the back no-scoped in the 17th century. and you know what? its only going to get worse
Arthur James Kirkland headcanons
There will be no intermission and I will try to be normal. Relating to EN and his relationships and general person ig. History words will be used just fyi i gotta make use of this degree i can taste it already. Will I bring up the fact that I'm studying history everytime I ramble about hetalia? Yes, anyways.
Was Arthur’s life ever truly peaceful? Well no. personifications never know peace ToT:
I sorta mentioned this in (this) ramble on personhood, but oh my god, when he was a 'preteen' to 'early adult' he really was 360 behind the back no-scoped throughout the late 16th to early 19th centuries (which inspired my drawings)
He did go out and explore during the 16th century (and a bit during the 18th cen.) but between the reign of James I (left pic) and Will & Mary (right pic),,,just,, yikes. but puberty does that to all of us.
Fashion historians please dont come for me regarding the outfits i tried ToT. But on the topic, while he would be out sailing the seas he enjoyed having his hair messy and natural, brushing it slightly imo for royal occasions. But as he had to grow and learn more, he began 'dyeing' his hair with different powders (i cant explain but google can sos ToT) as blonde hair was seen as a more 'feminine' hair colour and Arthur was a growing into a 'man' so he wanted to appear as such (especially when you think of his older brother, the dark haired Alasdair) Green eyes were also seen as odd (i think?) but cant do anything about that lol.
-Lots of burnt hair when the brothers would attempt to curl their hair for royal occasions oop
As the personifications are their own persons, with their own emotions and beliefs and whatnot, that can sometimes get clouded with the intent of the 'boss'. So do all his brothers 'hate' him? I don't truly think so, but since they have all had long complicated histories as themselves and as nations, the reality in their minds get murky. But when Arthur was a 'boy & teen' and was having to fight his older brothers? Oh yeah, he was crying whenever he could 😭 Like to believe that as the older brothers, Alasdair (🏴) and Dylan (🏴) did feel bad in some way seeing as they had to go years fighting and personally ignoring their baby brother.
Pre-roman Britain brother relationships my beloved. Little infant Arthur (based on The Beautiful World Christmas episode where they showed little FRA and tiny ENG wrapped up in a blanket)
and I say pre-roman because the Romans built a wall between England and Scotland and tried to build a ditch between Wales and England (that wasnt done until Anglo-Saxon times (which is when I believe Arthur managed to at least stand on his own two feet and talk yee old english), Offa's Dyke for those interested), brothers were definitely not happy about that (canon cue the brothers sending little Arthur curses and birds to attack him).
and pre-Norman because France doesn't start appearing around Arthur until Arthur is slightly older. Dylan took care the little nugget, a bit reluctant of letting humans coddle the 'baby'. Get that baby practicing magic ASAP (stayc girls its going down).
Speaking of Anglo-Saxon times, vikings! Vikings invaded different parts of the British Isles. So you would think there's bad vibes between Norway and Denmark and the British bros, but we don't see that in the show (some in the comics over blockades i think). If anything, Norway and England are friends that bond over magic (Christmas 2011 comics), All this to say some of the behaviour the personifications demonstrate are deliberately their own (i just wanted to say that FRA is just a big douche).
I know i said earlier that Arthur didnt leave England much during the reign of the Stuarts, but I believe he would sometimes just have enough and try to runaway onto new world ships and eventually was officially sent more often in the early 1700s
More on Arthur's relationship with his older brothers Dylan and Alasdair!
Based on geography alone, Arthur spent more time with Dylan. Even when the humans would try to separate them, they would find ways to meet by the marches (areas between ENG & WAL) or in Northern ENG whenever Alasdair had time to meet.
ENG and WAL were not "united" until the 15th century and SCT joined two centuries later, so it wasnt until then that the brothers were allowed to officially meet or gather (and then civil war breaks out, take a shot everything i mention it)
I like to think the brothers had a place in each of their nations where they could go get away from the humans and just live together (and that continues to this day, they yearn for the mountains; it was mentioned in the Hetalia Collezione profile that Arthur just wants nothing to happen -a phone that doesnt ring and a newspaper with no news or smth- like omg,,, he wants that grass so effing bad)
Real brotherly relationships through and through, the bants, the fights, just lads being bros. i love the family relationships hetalia has ToT <3
This is where I ramble about Arthur's relationship with Alfred and Matthew sit down yall:
Going off to see his younger brothers was a relief for Arthur from the national and international chaos he had over his 'late teen to early adult' years
Being the youngest after so many years, this was his chance to raise others, it would work out gr- (i was then shot 47 times)
-Ok but honestly, he constantly mentions (in manga panels relating to colonial americas) how being in the new world and being able to take care of his brothers like make food for them, is a stress reliever. He always apologizes for having to be away or having to leave quickly, saying how he knows what its like to be alone (curse you romans)
-And Arthur is just genuinely interested in having a good relationship with his new brothers (see: him looking at Matthew as his own person when they meet and not as just a piece of land with resources, I will talk about this manga chapter until the end of time HWS Chapter 192 my beloved) (also: when Alfred is trying to find Davie's flower and Arthur brings him some from England, even if it had to take a while but again, chaos at home so ToT it all ties back to how things that happened are out of his personal control even when he tried his best to make stuff work out) and he wants to do his best 'raising them' for the scary reality of being what they are after he just had his centuries of chaos
Mentioned this in my last ramble as well, but this genuine connection being then cut in the late 1700s went beyond mental and emotional turmoil, leading to Arthur getting ill and being looked over by Matthew for a bit (leading to Matthew and Alfred having a genuine argument not relating to them as countries, yall i cant do this anymore)
General current person headcanons:
He is an excellent baker, I will die on this hill populated by sheep. All the brothers are, really (can personally only vouch for GB bros, I have not set food in the land of Ire for more than a layover sos ToT) Yorkshire puddings my beloved
Loves to bake pastries and desserts from other places and will send said representation an email/whatsapp asking for recipe ideas (he is so email/whatsapp just like me,,, just like me.)
Yes, Arthur is a London Boy…but before there was London there was Manchestaaa! That man spawned somewhere in (historic) Lancashire, I know it (plus War of the Roses and all that, fun little historical importance tie
He can drive and I would trust him to do so, but definitely prefers public transport (and will complain about it at the same time, proper brit!)
Can he swim? Yes…not very well. He can stay afloat for a few minutes before he begins to panic.
Arthur needs so much therapy but that is not an option so collecting old books and writing as a hobby to cope it is then?
Truly would be a great writer (going off of all the famous English works ofc), but would dabble in painting, knitting and sewing, and music (which, as we all know, he loves to the point of having an electric guitar tattoo on his ass)
Definitely one of those pretentious old music collecting snobs, but enjoys supporting small and local indie-punk rock bands (is loving the Charli renaissance and PinkPantheress era he's so proud)
He is an emotional and sleepy drunk as seen in the comics and show. He will be crying over his past mistakes one minute and snoring over the table the next.
Sports are serious business in the british household. World cup 2022 wales vs england? Oh that was a weekend rager even though the match was during a weekday (based on witnessing the rivalries irl, it was serious yall) Snacks are always a must and even when absolutely hammered, he will clean up as to not deal with it the next day
Would put his phone of selective notifications or Do Not Disturb from time to time until the government comes knocking
Human stuff:
Between 28 to 32 years old. Would have gone to school for English literature and publishing up to Masters, getting a job at a publishing company with the dream of one day being published himself.
Lives the London hustle life in a fancy flat, but is very Montgomery Ricky “you want a garden but you got a balcony” coded as he had grown up in a suburban house with his family and yearns for that quiet life again but believes he needs to be in the city in order to get somewhere.
Unlike in Gangsta AU, the brothers are actually related in my head and heart ToT. All raised by their mummsy. Dylan and Alasdair different dad from Arthur, but its the mom’s side that counts as we all know
loser failure bisexual of course
Cant think of anything else rn, so i’ll end it here by saying he would use reading glasses by like age 25 lol
-Family has been in all diferent trades, mother still works as a nurse sometimes
-Younger sister, Melissa, was engaged to the previous sheriff, both died while traveling back from the nearest city
-Thompson spent years tracking down the assailant, all alone, it was a rough battle that left him with scars, but felt some relief of justice
-Takes care of his mother, telling her to retire but she doesn't (stubborn family)
-Double pistols on hand
-Drink to forget and relax everyday
-Smokes as well, but alcohol tastes better
-Bandana belonged to his sister
-Ususlly wears his coat, but will have his grandfather's sarape on when it's cold
-Works hard to protect the town, though he knows it's just a small place, he had promised his sheriff before death
-Hasn't taken a deputy in because he thinks he can do the job alone (for now)
(Timoteo sounds like tiroteo which means shooting)
Saloonatics hcs
• As in canon, Saloonatics characters aren't the guys but historical figures (that might have ancestral ties to them though)
•Takes place in the southern town of Spit Bucket, USA
-Which I hc to be somewhere in western Texas 🫶
• time set around the 1880s
•Town population around 200-300 and not too technologically advanced though they're on the path of a railroad, allowing most buildings to have electricity and telegraph in post office
•Mayor exists but doesn't do anything besides announcing news sometimes
