#denned

[bringmemybucket]

Tried a different style (again) because I’m indecisive.

(sol over gudhjem mentioned)

[hws-lceland]

@hetalia-rarepairweek Day 3: Apocalypse & Saying good night

Absolutely had to draw one of my favorite scenes from Gutters for this it was perfect

[nescafes]

aph denmark: over confident, probably making people happy for self serving purposes but also genuinely enjoys it, miserable alcoholic under the bravado, did things he would never repeat out loud to prevent himself from being utterly demolished, idk he speaks flawless german in my head tbh, sleeps around to feel something and is too scared to get entangled with somebody properly again

aph netherlands: oh my god he is so gay so fucking gay don't play me on that, belgium, luxembourg, portugal and spain had the WORST hysterics, unabashedly burning for his bff in the eyes of everybody who knows him, had people guessing for a bit because he's terrifying but also who the fuck takes over an hour to do their hair and loves miffy that much, makes out with his best friend because he wants him but also knows mathias will avoid committed relationships like the plague after his last serious one. HES PINING.

they're both stoned assholes

[spacerace-blues]

You miss the days you never thought were important..

nedden sketch for the soul

[toonelaarchive]

Floor 4 - Round 10 The Ringmaster's Q&A!

Q: Ringmaster, what a show you've put on for us! Say, were/are you rooting for anyone? - P

Q: Ringmaster, is Feliks "fixed" yet? - P

Q: BELOVED!!! HE IS HERE!!! <3 <3 <3 - Vince

Q: YESSIR! ILY <3 - Vince

Q: Oh i'll name him babygirl, so babigirl are you free tonight - SC

Q: Can i bring you out for dinner :3 - SC

Q: Ily, sir! <3 - Vince

Q: I can excuse murder, date at 5 tonight? <3 I'll pick you up ofc <3 - Vince

Q: Joemamasixtyninewinkyface, what will happen to the winner? - NK

Q: Another question for the game master! After the winner takes your place, what will happen to you? - P

Q: Mr game master, did you and your troupe actually plan for Feliciano and Mathias to become players? Or did their presences catch you by surprise? - P

25/07/2023

The Ringmaster was asked out by many players that day, so I had to summarize with just a few of the interactions...

Q: Sometimes the voters get distracted, and some of the voters are very distracted by him. - Maki

Q: At least he doesn't have to see the flirting, I guess just try and ignore those who are distracted by the game master. - Maki

[someone-you-do-not-know]

💕 for Spamano of courseee

💚 for whichever pair you want!!

Yaaaaay! I finally finished it!

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed (it’s gonna be DenNed, because it’s my rarepair. I hope it’s not too noticeable that some stuff in the middle got lost when I had to write it a second time):

Simon and Abel were lost in the forest. They had been following Emma and her boyfriend, but there was no sight of them. There was no clear route to go, they could not see a way forward, and the route they had been following until now had disappeared behind them.

“So what do we do now?”

“Do I look like I know?” Abel squatted down and found his pipe from a pocket, putting it between his lips, then lit it.

“I’d say… No.” 

“Then why are you asking me?” Abel puffed out a cloud of white smoke. Everyone knew the forest was enchanted. They were so deep inside that they could no longer hear the church bell chiming. Simon leaned against a tree, a grin on his lips. Abel hated that. Simon was always smiling that big, fake smile. He shrugged, far too relaxed for someone just as lost as Abel. After a long silence, Abel took his pipe out of his mouth. “We should find Emma, I’m not leaving her alone with that…“

“We can’t leave though.”

“What?” Abel snapped his head to look at Simon. “What do you mean ‘can’t’?”

“Wait, you don’t know? … So that’s why you didn’t hesitate to follow Emma.” Simon threw his body forward and walked closer, big, dumb grin on his face, looking as satisfied as a cat with a bowl of milk. “You really should listen to the spinsters and old men more. The forest is cursed so anyone will get lost. Only true love can lead the way.”

Abel clicked his tongue. He did not have time to listen to tall tales and scary bedtime stories for kids, he had flowers to sell.

“Good for Emma, you know, I’m glad she’s found such a–“

“I’m not gonna accept this!” Abel jumped to his feet. Balancing his pipe in one hand and rummaging through his coin purse with the other, he pulled out a large gold coin. “There. I love money. So show us the way out, forest.”

Simon chuckled, moving until he was standing right in front of Abel. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“Well, do you have a better idea?”

Suddenly, Simon got nervous. He had once found true love, but it had not lasted. There had been no happily ever after for Simon and his former lover. If he was to admit to Abel that he was falling in love with him, he was not sure who would be worse for wear, and he was not sure he wanted to know. He did not want to put this on his friend. Originally, he had just wanted to tease him a little, but now, he could no longer ignore the most obvious solution there could be. “I, uh… I don’t think you’d like it.” 

“As expected from a poet. If you feel like contributing, go right ahead.” Abel huffed lightly, but to Simon it was oddly reassuring. So he decided he might as well do it.

“Alright then.” Simon leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Abel’s. It was so simple and unassuming, he did not even have to lean down since they were around the same height. His lips tasted like tobacco. 

Abel was stunned. He had never thought Simon would do something like this, barely noticing when the coin slipped between his fingers and got lost in the grass. Simon was usually putting up a front that absolutely nothing could bother him, that he was fine, and to Abel it was all a well construed lie. He never thought Simon would do anything real and true, but for once, Abel felt he was seeing the real, vulnerable poet’s soul underneath all the cockiness. Not a muscle in his body or face moved, however, and as soon as Simon noticed Abel was not kissing back, his lip creased downwards, and he began pulling away.

He had to move fast, Abel realised. As Simon moved away, he followed after, placing his hand at the back of Simon’s head, pushing them against each other. It was deliberate, yet so infinitely careful when Abel kissed back. It was short and sweet. A deep longing that only one had previously known had been awakened within the other as they pulled apart, and a fear had been dulled within the other.

“Huh.” Abel said, almost sounding snide, but Simon did not let it touch him. As Abel looked behind the him, the exit seemed to clear itself, trees and shrubbery bowing to leave room for them to leave. “Guess your plan worked.”

Simon turned his head, and rubbed his neck as Abel let go of him. “I suppose it did.”

Abel was already about to leave, but Simon noticed a small flower growing where they had been standing, just where the coin had been dropped. Simon had not been entirely honest – true love’s kiss would show the way out, but so would an offering. Simon was not sure he was ready to know which one it had been, but someday, he would be.

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💕 kissing somewhere other than lips (Spamano on the butt cheek because we’re silly):

Lovino knew nations were the dumbest, most idiotic people he knew. At this point, how could he possibly be surprised? Yet here we are. He knew he should have gone to hang out with America instead of going to a bar with his boyfriend and his idiot friends.

Next time, he promised himself. Next time, I won’t fall for their scheme of promising wine.

But that was future Lovino’s problem to deal with. Present Lovino had to deal with two drunk morons loudly announcing whatever national secret they felt like, and Antonio being his usual oblivious self on the dance floor. 

It was not that Antonio did not know how to work it, because of course he did. Everyone on that dance floor were so obviously begging for Lovino’s boyfriend that he almost felt bad for taking Antonio off the market – but only almost. In the sweaty mass of people grinding and swaying against each other anyone could easily disappear in the crowd, but Antonio’s smile was brighter than anything else in the room. Lovino could spot it from miles away.

When Antonio finally noticed he was being observed, he only smiled more. Then, timing it perfectly with the music, he winked at Lovino. That was when some guy moved closer to Antonio to dance with him, blocking Lovino’s view

Normally, Lovino liked to think himself above most forms of idiocy, but right now, he was maybe a little drunk and he did not appreciate anyone blocking his view to Antonio, and for some reason, Antonio was not moving away from him. Sometimes, Lovino had to take matters into his own hands. Casting a last look at Antonio’s friends, he left their table and stepped onto the dance floor, the wave of humans parting in front of him. Antonio was pretending he had not seen him, as if he had not been hoping for Lovino to join him all evening. Without caring much for the repercussions, Lovino draped his arm over Antonio’s shoulder, leaning close to his ear, “Missed me, idiot?”

Antonio would recognise Lovino’s voice anywhere. Abandoning his former dance partner, he turned his head to nuzzle their noses together, letting his ass grind against Lovino’s hips just enough to make Lovino want more, but not enough to make anyone lift a brow. Everyone around them were occupied with each other. Antonio intertwined his fingers with Lovino’s, and spun him around so they were facing each other. “Of course, Lovinito.”

They grinned to each other, a little secret just between the two of them in the air as they let their hands fall into those familiar patterns. Lovino had already forgotten about that guy Antonio had been dancing with, and Antonio had never even thought much about him in the first place, too caught up in the mood and catching glimpses of Lovino from far away to notice anything in front of him.

“Want to show them some real dancing?” Antonio breathed against Lovino’s mouth.

“Not to this shit.” He scoffed dismissively, lifting his hand for a moment to gesture at the music, before returning to Antonio’s back, eventually moving down to grab a handful of his ass.

“Come on, please, Lovi?” Antonio pouted, trying to copy Feliciano’s puppy dog eyes. Lovino supposed he could oblige. He had always been weak to that kind of pathetic looks.

“Fine.”

They were a blur of fluid motion and fast steps in perfect synch. It was improvised, yet it looked as though they had done nothing but dance it all their lives (they probably had more experience to draw upon than anyone else in the club too). Whichever way Antonio went, Lovino was right there to catch him, and no matter what Lovino did, he knew Antonio would support him. It was fast, sensual, and wild, but they were in control. That kind of dancing, even on a selfish a dance floor like this, caught people’s attention, and more and more space opened up for them. 

Once he was sure they had everyone’s attention, Lovino caught a glimpse of that annoying guy in the crowd again, and his alcohol induced brain made embers turn to a flame. Jealousy was usually Antonio’s department, but in that moment, Lovino felt he had to prove that Antonio was his, and only his. 

Once again, Antonio had his back turned to Lovino, but that was fine by him. Lovino’s hands caressed Antonio’s chest and moved down to his hips, while he slowly let himself drop until he was faced by the most perfect ass on this planet, covered by a pair of tight trousers. So Lovino leaned forward and did the only logical thing he could. He planted a kiss right then and there on one of Antonio’s perfect butt cheeks with a loud smack that got lost in the noise of the music. He would much rather have no clothes in the way, but this was what he had to work with. Leaning back, Antonio spun in his hands, and Antonio’s hands were tangled in his hair and on his shoulder. Just before Lovino would be tempted to do something about those infuriating trousers, he remembered they were still in public and popped back up to his feet, Antonio quickly grabbing his hand, ready to support him as always, although Lovino did not waver, not even when Antonio lifted his leg so his knee was on the other’s hip, their chests leaning against each other.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Lovino said hoarsely – and Antonio was more than ready to oblige.

[absurdditties]

Group pic of our rag tag spacer crew.