#hws n ireland

[pvffinsdaisies]

Found this old meme that I never posted

#Scotland is the designated driver of the UK bros and no one can tell me otherwise #hetalia #aph scotland #aph england #aph wales #aph n ireland #aph northern ireland #aph ireland #hws scotland #hws england #hws wales #hws n ireland #hws northern ireland #hws ireland

[coralcatsea]

The UK brothers have so much potential, and I really like their cultures, so it'd be great to explore that. Yet every time they appear in Hetalia I want to groan because it's always the same thing: their weird relationship with England. I feel like England himself always acts really off around them, too.

Now that they suddenly live in his house, it seems like anything with one will always forever involve the others, and I don't like that. I want them to be individuals, not a permanent package deal.

#hetalia #aph #hws #hws england #hws Scotland #hws wales #hws n Ireland #hws uk bros

[apersonwholikeslotus]

okay hear me out: So, my Northern Ireland oc Fiachra (or Fio) is either Ireland or Scotlands kid (I haven't decided yet). Whichever way it was, he was born, and all of the British isles went 'we are not raising another child' and went 'oh!! he just!!! appeared!!! how strange!!'

But anyway, he's one of their kids but he's raised as their baby brother bc none of them feel like the responsibility of being a parent rn. (England is gonna try to pull this with Sealand in a few decades, won't work that time.) My eventual point was Fio does stuff like

N. Ireland, sniffles: I love being an uncle but, my they grow up so fast!

Canada, USA, Australia, & New Zealand: .... we're older than you

#aph n ireland #hws n ireland #aph scotland #hws scotland #aph ireland #hws ireland #aph england #hws england #aph america #hws america #aph canada #hws canada #aph australia #hws australia #aph new zealand #hws new zealand #british isles bros #hws British isles #aph British isles #anglo family #hetalia #hetalia hc

[ego-meliorem-esse]

do you possibly have any art of wales? (or any of the brothers!) I'd love to see your interpretation of him. especially next to his brother, lord father Arthur Kirkland (derogatory).

i have to admit i didn't have the island bros designs in mind so and i tried to do it on the spot.

I also tried to fit all the lads in one drawing but tbh im not really happy with their designs or lighting/shadows in general :/

Nevertheless, here's...something?

I feel like i have to say sorry for the poor designs but what i do like is that i actually finished the drawing.

#hetalia #hws england #hws scotland #hws ireland #hws wales #myart #my art #ask meli #also im not sure about the n ireland situation so if you know more plsss tell me

[myrddin-wylt]

UK siblings!

so I can’t draw for shit, but I can make silly family portraits in Crusader Kings 3. also I am simply choosing to ignore Himaruya’s UK siblings for various reasons, so these guys are really ocs. but if you see me making headcanons for Arthur and his siblings, I’m using these guys.

#hetalia #historical hetalia #medieval hetalia #ck3 #hetalia ocs #aph england #hws england #arthur kirkland #aph wales #morgan ferch ioan #aph scotland #duncan finnagain #aph ireland #aph n. ireland #technically the full names I have for erin and aodhan are VERY medieval. haven't chosen modern names for them yet #kirkland family #aph kirkland family #ck3 hetalia

[hetagrammy]

One of the funniest parts of shipping both ScotFra and FrUk is it gives you the idea that Alisdair and Arthur were committed to cucking each other for a solid few centuries

#hetalia #hws england #hws scotland #hws france #scotfra #fruk #in actuality i don’t think they overlapped but so much #but it’s such a funny hc i’ve seen #✨just sibling things✨ #meanwhile you’ve got ireland who’s there being flirted with but ultimately just watching the bonfire of a situation #along with wales and n. ireland

[bigein]

So awhile ago over on your other blog you answered that ask about Ireland ships, and I personally don't really see any of the characters you mentioned liking with him bottoming 👀👀👀 so like... What're Your Thoughts On That Subject???

Alternatively : Is Sean a switch or is Arthur just such a bottom even other bottoms want to top him?

hello!

I did sketch out a few relationships for Ireland a while back (you've no idea how long it took me to find this with a broken search function).

How I decide to write sex in fic is situational so save for a few examples i don't have a set position in mind-- sex can be so many things! So my thoughts on the subject are going to be a little winded:

DenIre

Mathias has broad, calloused hands and they span the width of Sean's thighs easily. He parts them for him, lets him close, and then parts his lips to swallow Mathias' deep laughter. If there is a taste to him that Sean might like to recall later it is lost to the tang of cider on their tongues and the hazy desire that heats the air between them. It is not often that Sean will bring a man into his bed but Mathias is all at once a body and a smoke-dream; something brought forth from the rowan branches turned to ashen coals over the grates that warm their tent. He will be gone with the Sprig thaw, him and his kin, but tonight he is Sean's to rut against. A warm, slick mouth to kiss and fuck; a voice to whisper into his ear about the things he has seen beyond the known seas that span between them.

When morning comes, Mathias is a warm body still but when their eyes meet it is sea-salt and wind, and a world beyond the horizon waking to a new age of wanderlust.

ScotIre

For a moment, Sean is sure they will kiss.

They do not.

Alasdair's forearm is like iron where it pins him against the rough-hewn walls that keep from them their enemies but ward them not against the biting chill of winter or the acrid stench of war. Last summer it was just them, silent and familiar, sharing a single cup and the glow of firelight. Alasdair had carved him a fine stag out of the pale wood of a Holly tree and come the harvest Sean had seen in that an omen.

It will be centuries before Sean learns of Alasdair's pleasure; how he unspools with it, grows slack and soft where Sean has only ever known him to be unshakable.

SpIre

Honey should not taste so rich as it does now, licked from the pad of Antonio's thumb almost unthinkingly.

He is being seduced, Sean realises, and almost starts. Antonio laughs like he expected it and boldly, good-naturedly, cups Sean where he is hottest; hums like it's his pleasure when he twitches and thrusts up, helpless against this kind of pleasure and wanting.

Sean closes his eyes and surrenders like a fool; like he is young and fresh rather than scarred and aching, a body grown abstemious and ascetic by violence, by hunger. These rooms are strewn in sunlight and silk; fresh linen and fine leather. The air scents like a hothouse and with every roll of his hips, for every sigh he pulls from Sean's lips, Antonio whispers a name. Jasmine and lemon balm; orange blossom, geranium. He draws their pleasure out, withdrawing like the tide to ask questions and bid Sean speak hoarsely in the language of his poets only to steal every syllable from his lips with sucking kisses that taste of foreign spices Sean cannot name. Antonio's fingertips are tinged golden and fragrant with saffron. Sean's thighs are slick with cypress oil and pre-spend, pressed tight for the cock that fucks between them in steady, languid thrusts. His own cock aches, denied and weeping in Antonio's firm hold, past the point of what he thought endurable.

When he spills it is at Antonio's mercy, once, twice— thrice, and Sean's last delirious thought is of flesh and the divine.

PrussIre

Gilbert bites Sean's neck where he has already left his mark, a scar long-healed but crooked and keloided. He kisses the sting of his teeth away only to bite down harder a second time. Sean grips him so hard that it must hurt, strips Gilbert's cock like a man that has never known mercy and feels nothing but heat. They meet on battlefields and fuck when they will not be missed, where they will not be seen. Violence breeds passion, breeds anger, breeds exhaustion and leaves little room for shame. It is not love but it is relief to fall into each other's arms and that is what they find in bitten-back moans shaped like other people's names.

Still, when it is over, they linger.

Gilbert's bandages have come undone. Sean puts them to rights and keeps his comments to himself, knowing what Gil already can guess—that his wound will scar, another mar of silver on his moonlit skin. Sean's only coat has lost three of its buttons in the fray. Gilbert gestures wordlessly for it and replaces one of them, squinting in the dim light of the oil lamp they share, having for once found themselves on the same side of the war.

That night, despite the hum of foreign land beneath their threadbare bedding, they find a dreamless sleep.

#hws ireland #aph ireland #hws denmark #hws scotland #hws spain #hws prussia #hetalia n/s/f/w/ #scotire #prussire #spire #denire #long story short i don't think that seas is a fan of p*n*tr*tive s*x #just as a general rule #it's bad luck to cut down a holly tree if you're to believe some folk #putting that out there for that brief reference in the scotire bit #cypress oil shows up in the bible and i used it here for the religious er*tic*sm #tumblr stop c**soring my delectable takes #did i proofread? no. will i? probably not #enjoy

[snubcube]

h

H, or h, is the eighth letter in the Latin alphabet, used in the modern English alphabet, the alphabets of other western European languages and others worldwide. Its name in English is aitch (pronounced /eɪtʃ/, plural aitches), or regionally haitch/heɪt. For most English speakers, the name for the letter is pronounced as /eɪtʃ/ and spelled "aitch" or occasionally "eitch". The pronunciation /heɪtʃ/ and the associated spelling "haitch" is often considered to be  and is considered non-standard in England.[2] It is, however, a feature of Hiberno-English, and occurs sporadically in various other dialects. The perceived name of the letter affects the choice of indefinite article before initialisms beginning with H: for example "an H-bomb" or "a H-bomb". The pronunciation /heɪtʃ/ may be a hypercorrection formed by analogy with the names of the other letters of the alphabet, most of which include the sound they represent. The haitch pronunciation of h has spread in England, being used by approximately 24% of English people born since 1982, and polls continue to show this pronunciation becoming more common among younger native speakers. Despite this increasing number, the pronunciation without the /h/ sound is still considered to be standard in England, although the pronunciation with /h/ is also attested as a legitimate variant. In Northern Ireland, the pronunciation of the letter has been used as a shibboleth, with Catholics typically pronouncing it with the /h/ and Protestants pronouncing the letter without it. Authorities disagree about the history of the letter's name. The Oxford English Dictionary says the original name of the letter was [ˈaha] in Latin; this became [ˈaka] in Vulgar Latin, passed into English via Old French [atʃ], and by Middle English was pronounced [aːtʃ]. The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language derives it from French hache from Latin haca or hic. Anatoly Liberman suggests a conflation of two obsolete orderings of the alphabet, one with H immediately followed by K and the other without any K: reciting the former's ..., H, K, L,... as [...(h)a ka el ...] when reinterpreted for the latter ..., H, L,... would imply a pronunciation [(h)a ka] for H. In English, ⟨h⟩ occurs as a single-letter grapheme (being either silent or representing the voiceless glottal fricative (/h/) and in various digraphs, such as ⟨ch⟩ /tʃ/, /ʃ/, /k/, or /x/), ⟨gh⟩ (silent, /ɡ/, /k/, /p/, or /f/), ⟨ph⟩ (/f/), ⟨rh⟩ (/r/), ⟨sh⟩ (/ʃ/), ⟨th⟩ (/θ/ or /ð/), ⟨wh⟩ (/hw/). The letter is silent in a syllable rime, as in ah, ohm, dahlia, cheetah, pooh-poohed, as well as in certain other words (mostly of French origin) such as hour, honest, herb (in American but not British English) and vehicle (in certain varieties of English). Initial /h/ is often not pronounced in the weak form of some function words including had, has, have, he, her, him, his, and in some varieties of English (including most regional dialects of England and Wales) it is often omitted in all words (see '⟨h⟩'-dropping). It was formerly common for an rather than a to be used as the indefinite article before a word beginning with /h/ in an unstressed syllable, as in "an historian", but use of a is now more usual (see English articles § Indefinite article). In English, The pronunciation of ⟨h⟩ as /h/ can be analyzed as a voiceless vowel. That is, when the phoneme /h/ precedes a vowel, /h/ may be realized as a voiceless version of the subsequent vowel. For example the word ⟨hit⟩, /hɪt/ is realized as [ɪ̥ɪt]. H is the eighth most frequently used letter in the English language (after S, N, I, O, A, T, and E), with a frequency of about 4.2% in words. When h is placed after certain other consonants, it modifies their pronunciation in various ways, e.g. for ch, gh, ph, sh, and th.

[waluigis-837th-testicle]

HWS: Most Likely to Take Advantage of Their S/O's Accent Kink

France - frog boi loves to hear himself talk and just assumes other people like his voice. if you have a thing for ze French, you're in luck!

America - he's fun because he can do literally whatever regional accent you're into. working class New Yorker? sure! polite southern drawl? no prob. salt of the earth Michigan accent? oh you betcha. it's as fun for him to flex as it'll be for you to listen to him

Australia

Cuba - he may not roll his r's, but he will melt your heart :) especially if you don't speak Spanish

Turkey - of all the reasons people have found him attractive, it hasn't usually been for his accent. if you like his voice, he will literally never shut up so be warned

N Ireland - teases you for it, but appreciates your appreciation because England usually pretends that his accent is too thick to be intelligible

N Italy - pretends he doesn't realize how thick his accent is (particularly when he flirts). will absolutely amp it up if he realizes it has an effect on you

Seychelles - her voice is already melodic but when you add in the accent it's downright angelic

Belgium - happy to pepper you with all sorts of pet names in French/Dutch/Flemish (but let's face it. you're probably here for the French)

Norway - might say a few words off a grocery list to gauge your response and if it's positive, he may amp it up, particularly if he's trying to get you to do something for him

#hetalia imagines #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x reader #hws france #aph france #hws america #aph america #hws australia #aph australia #hws cuba #aph cuba #hws turkey #aph turkey #aph n ireland #hws n ireland #aph seychelles #hws seychelles #hws belgium #aph belgium #aph norway #hws norway #mine #aph imagines #hws imagines

[ashafox]

I LOVE HIIIMMM

#myshit #hetalia #aph #hws #aph n Ireland #aph northern ireland

[pvffinsdaisies]

The UK & Ireland as Taylor Swift songs

ENGLAND: The Archer

“Combat, I’m ready for combat. I say I don’t want that, but what if I do? ‘Cause cruelty wins in the movies, I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you.

(…)

I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

Dark side, I search for your dark side, but what if I’m alright, right, right here? And I cut off my nose just to spite my face, and then I hate my reflection for years and years.

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost. The room is on fire, invisible smoke. And all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you.

(…)

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men, couldn’t put me together again ‘cause all of my enemies started out friends. Help me hold onto you.”

IRELAND: Mad Woman

“What did you think I’d say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill, and you know I will. (…)

Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy. What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry.

And there’s nothing like a mad woman; what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman; you made her like that. And you poke that bear til the claws come out, and you find something to wrap your noose around. And there’s nothing like a mad woman.

Now I breathe flames each time I talk, my canons all firing at your yacht. They say “move on”, but you know I won’t. And women like hunting witches too, doing your dirtiest work for you. It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.

(…)

I’m taking my time, taking my time, cause you took everything from me. Watching you climb, watching you climb, over people like me. The master of spin has a couple side flings, good wives always know. And she should be mad, should be scathing like me but

No one likes a mad woman.”

NORTHERN IRELAND: Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

“The who’s who of ‘who’s that?’ Is poised for the attack, but my bare hands paved their path. You don’t get to tell me about ‘sad’

(…)

The scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed. At all costs, keep your good name. You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke? Let’s hear one more joke, then we could all just laugh until I cry.

(…)

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? Then say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me. So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs- I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all said- then I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn. That is fearsome and I’m wretched and I’m wrong. Put narcotics into all of my songs, and that’s why you’re still singing along.

So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street. Crash the wedding like a record scratch as I scream, “Who’s afraid of little old me?” I was tame, I was gentle ‘til the circus life made me mean, “don’t you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth!” Who’s afraid of little old me? Well, you should be.

SCOTLAND: Peace

���But I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean-wave blues come. All these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret. The devil’s in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Your integrity makes me seem small; you paint dreamscapes on the wall, I talk shit with my friends. It’s like I’m wasting your honour.

And you know that I’d swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother. Is it enough?

But there’s robbers to the east, clowns to the west. I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me.”

WALES: Seven

“Please, picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven feet in the swing, over the creek. I was too scared to jump in, but I, I was high in the sky, with Pennsylvania under me, are there still beautiful things?

Sweet tea in the summer. Cross your heart, won’t tell no other. And though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for you. Your braid’s like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn. Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long.

And I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad, and that must be why. And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet. And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.

Please, picture me in the weeds, before I learnt civility. I used to scream ferociously anytime I wanted.”

#peace is literally Scotland about Norway #like #that’s literally ScotNor 😭😭 #except I don’t think they’d want children tbhh #I got really sad when I realised n Ireland’s song #anyway #I wanted to make this post for a while but I never had a song for n Ireland #and now I do! #hetalia #aph england #aph ireland #aph northern ireland #aph scotland #aph wales #hws england #hws ireland #hws northern ireland #hws scotland #hws wales

[coralcatsea]

Decided to draw what I think nyo Northern Ireland would look like based on the canon design and with slight inspiration taken from Mebh (Wolfwalkers).

#hetalia #hws #aph #nyotalia #hws northern ireland #nyo Northern Ireland #Nyo n. ireland #hws ireland #nyo ireland #fem ireland #fem Northern Ireland #uk brothers #uk sisters #uk bros #hws uk bros

[apersonwholikeslotus]

anyway Fiachra (N. Ireland, my oc he’s like 8) his favorite movies are disneys Sword in the stone and Robin Hood and all of his siblings are mad about it.

#aph n ireland #hws n ireland #hetalia #aph British isles #hws British isles #hetalia hc

[lightpinkstuff]

I bet hima saw how we all thought that we knew who's Scotland and decided to troll us... By doing this

#hetalia #hws scotland #hws northern ireland #I never expected this #I always thought that I might be confusing wales with n ireland #I THOUGHT I KNEW WHO WAS SCOTLAND #faye rambles

[captkirkland]

I'd love to hear all of your headcanons about Arthur's magic! The idea that all the other brothers have it too but don't tell him amuses me. I'm curious as to who they got it from, if it's genetic. I love all of your headcanons on them so far!

-N

omfg, don’t even look at me but...

okay so a lot of his spells ARE Harry Potter based that he uses more often today, but only because it simplifies things and makes them easier to keep track of. it’s like keeping a word bank of spells rather than trying to think of every synonym of a word, and it usually gets the job done without tiring him any. his wand, I also feel, is unnecessary but serves a similar function. to make magic easier, as it makes a place of singular output for him instead of trying to channel it through his arms, the ground, or what have you. however, he absolutely can do magic without any of these things. he could conjure up a spell circle on the ground, on walls, and channel it up through his body. these types of spells tend to be more tiring to use, but they’re a lot stronger. when it comes to the arcane, he’s knowledgeable in a way others aren’t usually. the man studies magic in his basement where he knows others won’t be able to know he’s doing that as much as he does, because he never stopped being a witch. Let’s be real. (“am i catholic or protestant.. god i don’t know” and then he turns around and puts out water during a full moon/lets crystals rest on the window sill/puts out offerings for the different spirits that reside around his home. you’re a witch arthur. you’re fucking pagan my guy. he knows this and will not tell anyone outside of his close circle, but it’s obvious anyway)

BUT, an interesting specific I like to write is that.. because of circumstances, using too much magic takes a toll on his body. He’s incredibly powerful, like that’s not a joke, dude is absolutely batshit when it comes to how strong he is, but even people like that have limits. Once he’s started pushing himself a bit hard, senses start to leave because of how much he’s begun to drain himself, and he’s run out of energy, because all things come in equivalence. The first to go for Arthur? His vision. It gets blurry and he needs glasses, but if he pushes himself too hard, he’ll start to go blind. Deafness follows, and then so on and so forth. cough. hetaoni. cough. i dare not utter the words... but yes. his brothers also have these abilities, and use it in frequent, but they hide it from Arthur in the weirdest, funniest ways. @heroicsmiles writes for Seamus/Ireland, and they so often have him do Gandalf-style smoking out of the end of his pipe, like butterflies and shit. And just DENIES it when Arthur questions that, like flat out. It’s absolutely hilarious? Like this unicorn is trotting around in the air and he’s just claiming he’s that good at smoking. @howloni writes for Taliesin/Wales and he’s got a little red dragon that sits on their shoulder all the time. She’s a pet dragon that he’s had forever, but every time Arthur brings her up, Taliesin acts like the dude’s seeing things. He deserves it a little, but god it makes for really funny interactions between the group. Alistair/Scotland is constantly keeping this ball rolling by making banter about it, or supporting whoever it is that’s starting the ordeal just because its so funny, and Arthur gets PRESSED about it. @feliciohno does Cullen/Northern Ireland and I honestly want to figure out more how he deals with that, but so far we’ve come up with the idea that he can see these things and doesn’t really know why they pick on Arthur as much as they do when it comes to that because he’s so young. However, he will participate just as much if not more eagerly than they do when the other brothers are in the room. It’s household culture at this point, the ongoing joke. It’s been a couple thousand years and more and it’ll keep on being more. As you can see I’d die for this family, and another one of my friends has taken up interest in figuring out Cornwall?? So you all may be getting little Cornwall tingz in the future

#hetalia #iggy writes #iggy rambles #iggy responds #hws england #hws ireland #hws scotland #hws Northern Ireland #hws Wales #kirkland brothers #anonymous #n

[scottygoogles]

haha hey alli! you know how you love me? -aine

What do ye want?

#hws n. ireland