#emily-nightwalker

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Just droppin' in to say that I love you and one of your posts made me ship platonic Invel/Mavis thank you very much

awww I'm very glad i could make you smile Emily! and I'm even happier you found a new (platonic) ship!

[ashafox]

GOD I LOVE YOUR HYBIRD AU Anyway can we get a glimpse of snek Arthur? And what kind of snek is he?

Hes an emerald tree boa!

[vriskaserketdaily]

I loooooooove your simple stick-like horns!!!!!!!!

i . . . could not figure out what you meant bc i only doodled them like the one in the upper left corner once . . . mostly i draw them normal . . .

anyway sea shanty 2

[pancake-man]

Number 293, concept: "I'm not prepared for this"

The colors were perfect for a map, and the prompt was perfect for everything that’s been going on recently. Each pink bead is a hotspot for COVID-19, with more than 10,000 confirmed cases. The blue beads are you and me. Because no matter how crazy the world gets, we’re still connected, all the way across the world.

Send me a palette and a concept!

Number 293, concept: "I'm not prepared for this"

[pictures-of-aph-denmark]

A "don't trust me" drabble with any characters of your choice!

Oof this has been in my drafts for a bit. I based it a little on some of the things we’ve talked about ;D hope ya like!

Fic below read more, TW for violence, self loathing, and a lot of blood.

Monster. That’s what they called him. Denmark was a killing machine, his ax sparkling with wine-dark blood and his eyes sparkling with excitement. Tens, hundreds fell before him, again and again. His side ached. 

Denmark was a country. This was what he did. He was a warrior, a protector of his people and of his friends. He was on the front lines in battles against those in the east, south, and west, and sometimes within his borders. How many people had he killed? How many had been his own? Whose blood stained his hands?

His attacks slowed, but the attackers didn’t. His hand slid down his side, feeling a gaping wound. Ah. So that’s why they all stared at him like that. His own people, they called him a god, but to his enemies…

Monster.

Another dead, another fallen. Denmark felt a bit of himself fall to the ground. A human would have collapsed and died long ago, but he continued. He fought and he killed and he died and he continued. His vision was red in anger and red from the blood that dripped down his face.

“Denmark!” He found himself alone, atop a pile of bodies. Armour was slashed, horses felled, throats slit. He wanted to throw up.

“Denmark!” Again. He turned, and an angel stepped towards him. A valkyrie, an elf, something as inhuman as himself. Norway, though, was not a monster. “The battle is over, Denmark. They’re all dead.”

Denmark’s coat was red, his shoes were red, his hands were red, red, red. He fell to his knees.

“Denmark, let’s go home.” Norway stepped towards him.

“No! Stay away from me.”

Norway stopped. He looked scared. He shouldn’t be scared, Denmark would never hurt him… Unless his king told him to. “What’s wrong? Can I-”

“You should go home without me, Norge. I don’t belong there. You could get hurt.”

“Denmark, I know you would never-”

“Don’t trust me!” Denmark screamed. This time, Norway stepped back. Good. He was listening. “All I do is hurt, and kill, and I’m a monster. That’s what they all say, and they’re right.”

Norway’s gaze softened. “You’re not a monster, you’re my brother. Please, come ho-”

“Please!” Again, Denmark cut him off. He put his hands over his ears. Blood matted his hair, too. “Leave me alone!”

“Denmark, you’re hurt, let me-”

“No!”

“You’re not listening!” Norway’s voice boomed, echoing over the quiet battlefield. The crows had come to inspect their meal. Denmark couldn’t tell if the wetness on his face was more blood or hot tears. Norway was powerful in his own right. He was commanding, strong, smart. He could lead people. Denmark could only kill.

Norway sighed and picked dried blood from Denmark’s clothes. “Denmark-” He paused. “Mathias. I trust you, because I love you, and I know you love me. We can work on this.” He stood, slowly, helping Denmark up with him. “And anyways, I can take care of myself.”

“I told ya to leave,” Denmark whimpered, closing his eyes because nobody closed the eyes beneath him. They stared unblinking, accusing. 

“I can make my own decisions,” Norway huffed. “You can’t tell me what to do. Right now, we’re getting you cleaned up.” 

Sometimes the bloodlust overtakes him. Sometimes he has to ground himself, remember that the world isn’t like that anymore. He’s an adult, he’s strong and powerful in other ways, in his own ways. And always, always, he has his family. And Norway. 

“I trust you,” he whispers into the dark, in the middle of the night.

“I love you,” comes the reply.

[ask-faetalia-vietnam-blog]

It's great to see an awesome dance class here! Nhi, what is the age range of your class' students? I'm curious. (*VIETNAMESE SCREECHING BECAUSE APH VIETNAM IN A FANTASY AU* I REALLY LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THIS BLOG AND ALSO VIETNAM WITH CHILDREN- Plus, tiny language correction from a Vienamese person:, It's "khiêu vũ", not "khiêu vủ'. The tone mark is a bit off!)

(”Mostly aged 4-12. Any teenagers with me have been for a while. I teach dance, not performance.”)

“Not to mention, I think I get along with children a lot better. Adults are... frustrating, and I’m saying that as an adult myself.” 

||Sdfsjsdsfsdfshd thank you! I’ve updated the title, thank you for letting me know!||

[the-transtalia-blog-inactive]

*Chanting ominously from a distance. Sirens were heard, glowing red eyes were seen somewhere. A loud inhaling noise was heard immediately after.* Trans man Denmark headcannons trans man Denmark headcannons trans man Denmark headcannons trans man Denmark headcannons trans man Denmark headcannons P.S: I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR BLOG KEEP UP THE HELLA GREAT WORK AKHDKSJABSOAHAOQ

Omg thanks so much!! You're so kind!!

He was always okay with presenting as feminine but one day he decided to just dress as a man cause he was bored and he was like "oh" and he never looked back

He told the other nordics he was a man now and they responded with "yeah okay" cause they have to deal with weirder shit with Norway and his magic

He was very sad about the fact he couldn't grow facial hair most of his life

In the modern era, he started t but then he realized facial hair sucked

He likes to declare he's powerful because he is trans

[argodeon]

HOLY HELL I LIVE FOR YOUR ART THANKS

ILYSM