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nakamopapina · 2 months
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Québec C2 and Ontario A5
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“It’s so hot and humid, and on to of that, I feel SO gross :( !!”
“Yet you choose to live in this kind of environment, you *insert insult/swear words here*”
A hot summer day, with decent air quality ;)
I like drawing Ontario being an overdramatic little drama queen.
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marsinout · 9 months
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they're together
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madam-of-lithuania · 2 months
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qcon for the ask game?
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I love QcOn they are my another OTP next to my OTP CanLiet, and QcOn is my OTP from Iammatthewian/Project Canada, I love their relationship and them being enemies to lovers and also they remind me of FrUk and I love it, I just love them I love QcOn the same way just like how I love my OTP CanLiet
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carnasnow · 1 year
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Hello yes I'm back again
I'm motivated these days. I don't know how long that'll last but I'll try to write as much as I can.
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roniebuttercups · 1 year
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An drawing I did for art class.
Enjoy lol
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acetechne · 1 month
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in true canadian fashion: sorry i'm late
although, in some ways, i'm actually early. You know what I realized doing this ambitious painting? this year is going to be the 15th anniversary of IAMP.
The call for auditions was uploaded September 22, 2009, and if I recall correctly my audition as artist and VA was accepted around October or November of that same year. I've grown a lot as an artist and as a person in that long time and for some weird reason I just can't let these guys go.
anyway, thanks for everyone who participated in the roulette, I know it doesn't seem like a big deal but I really struggle drawing all of these guys without losing steam. it really helped! especially since I don't do a lot of gouache work and I second guessed myself a lot. It warms my heart a little to see you guys engaged in this silly game.
what else is there to say. oh yeah, I put two types of maple leafs. the stereotypical sugar maple is in the upper right of course, but I also put a manitoba maple in the lower left because that's the kind of maple I'm most familar with where I'm from. it's long been my mission to bring the western rep in whatever I do, so it's kind of my love letter signature to my own constantly changing understanding of Who Am I and Where Am I From.
anyway. enjoy :) i enjoyed making it. thanks to ctcsherry for creating these guys
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@flufftober day 8; rainy days
rating; general
fandom; project canada
ship; quebec x ontario :3
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randomoranges · 1 year
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have time, will post lamao
more ancient decade old fic. wow. [no im NOT over how OLD these ARE okAY lamao]
IAMP
Welcome Home
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 Another one inspired by a drawing Lomitzz made.
Oliver fumbled with his keys, for a moment, exhausted and looking forward to being on the other side of the door. He had spent the last seven days hopping around the continent, going from one meeting to the next, with dignitaries and ministers alike, changing time zones too frequently, and now, he wanted to be home.
 The flight had been long, he hadn’t been able to sleep much, despite how tired he was, and he had a pounding migraine. On top of that, he was also hungry and the thought of either preparing something, or ordering in and having to wait for the delivery, put him off from the thought of food.
 He finally managed to get the door open and the first thing he noticed, other than the lights that were already on, was the smell of something baking. For a moment, he was convinced he was hallucinating, but then he heard the sound of the television, followed by a very distinct French curse.
 Oliver’s heart leapt, for a moment. He closed the door behind him, and walked in. The television went off and a moment, or so later, he was greeted by his two cats and his lover. Schrodinger leapt at him and Oliver had to take a step back under his weight. He scratched him behind his ears and his cat gave a content purr, before jumping on top of his suitcase.
 Fred decided his leg would make a good place to hang on to and Oliver had to pry her off gently, before she made holes in his pants. She mewled happily in greeting, and Oliver let her rest on his shoulder, which only left him with one person to greet.
 “I… hello.” He finally settled for.
 “Salut.”/ “Hey.” Jean told him, nonchalantly, arms crossed over his chest as he tried to casually lean back against the wall. Oliver made no comment as to the apron he had over his jumper and tried hard to figure out why Jean was here.
 “How did you get in?” He asked instead, hoping he didn’t sound too irritated. He wasn’t, for starters, but he was exhausted and knew he could sound tetchy without wanting to.
 Jean took out the spare key he had given him, what felt like a lifetime ago. In actuality, it had been after the second week he had moved into this place, but that wasn’t the point.
 “Comment était ton voyage?”/ “How was your trip?”
 Oliver wanted to tell him it had been fine and that he could leave now, but something stopped him from doing so.
 “Horrible. Absolutely horrible.”
 Jean nodded and stepped towards the kitchen and Oliver had no choice but to follow him, the cats in tow.
 “Pourquoi tu m’en parles pas, pendant qu’on mange? Ch’t’ai fait à souper. J’ai fait une quiche. Végétarienne, comme t’aimes.”/ “Why don’t you tell me about it while we eat? I made you supper. I made a quiche. Vegetarian, like you like it.”
 Oliver was surprised and took a seat at his table. He found it strange how his kitchen only ever looked, or felt homey, when Jean was in it and when he cooked in it. He brought that certain extra element to it he could never manage to. Even before, in their old house… He shook his head. He was too tired to reminisce. He did enough of that already.  
 Jean shooed Fred from the chair and set the table, before he retrieved the quiche from the oven. He cut up two pieces and brought them back, before taking a seat himself to Oliver’s right. Oliver thanked him and then took a bite of the quiche. It was exquisite and just what he needed. There was always something that hit differently about the first meal back home. Already, he felt a smidge better.
 Once he had made a fair dent in his piece, he told Jean about his trip and the other listened, attentive as always when he wanted to be. Oliver knew, deep down, that Jean didn’t particularly care about what it was that Oliver had done throughout the week, but the fact that he listened was enough.
 The quiche consumed, Jean went to do the dishes, Fred following close behind, while Oliver took care of his suitcase, Schrodinger enjoying the brief reprieve from the other two.
 By the time his suitcase was empty, Jean was putting the last of the dishes away. Oliver stepped behind him and hugged him from behind, resting his chin on Jean’s shoulder. He gave a small content sigh, kissing Jean’s cheek.
 “Thank you.” He murmured. Jean gave him a sideways look and smiled softly.
 “Ça m’fait plaisir.”/ “My pleasure.”
 “If you want… you don’t have to leave right away… you can stay a little longer.” His cheeks coloured slightly and he hoped Jean wouldn’t see.
 “Ça m’dérangerais pas.”/ “That would be nice.”
 They headed to the living room and Oliver curled up by Jean’s side. Jean caressed his shoulder and played with his curls, slowly easing the horrible week from his mind. When he fell asleep, sometime later, Jean easily carried him off to the bedroom and tucked him in. Oliver hugged the pillow close and mumbled something incomprehensible that had Jean still for a moment, afraid Oliver would wake.
 He debated long enough, whether to stay or head back to his own place, and finally decided it would be nice to feel Oliver’s smaller body pressed close to his. He lifted the covers and crawled into his usual place, moments before Oliver sought him in his sleep, snuggling up to him. Schrodinger claimed the foot of the bed by Oliver’s side and Fred perched herself, somewhere close to Jean’s head. For once, Jean didn’t mind and simply held Oliver, closing his eyes and welcoming sleep as well.
 FIN 2
 Started writing: October 6th 2013, 8:02pm
Finished writing: October 6th 2013, 8:37pm
Started typing: December 18th 2013, 11:11am
Finished typing: December 18th 2013, 11:30am
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surfingthesealand · 1 year
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I just found out that now you can create polls on Tumblr, so...
(I might make a separate poll for the territories, since you can only have ten options at a time on one poll.)
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labitchette · 3 years
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Quebec: Esti!
Estonia: yes? Who are you?
Quebec: ???? Who are YOU?
Estonia: you said my name.
Quebec: I didn't. I said a swear word.
Estonia:
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nakamopapina · 2 months
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hey hey !! can i request ollie in 1b and jean in 1c?? thx and happy easter !!
Here they are, sorry it took forever, happy very late Easter. 🐣
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Oliver is begging Jean to wear an accessory, Jean doesn’t want to wear the accessory. He was nice enough to agree to wear the outfit in the first place, Ollie is just pushing his luck.
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marsinout · 9 months
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''Because I'm QUICKER THAN ALL OF YOU!''
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(reposted because of wrong quote reference
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madam-of-lithuania · 2 years
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Jean: You forgot the conditions I agree on to stay living with you!
Oliver: I'm not Living with you. We occupy the same cage, that's all!
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carnasnow · 1 year
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Yes so I wrote something again
Quebec and Alberta's dynamic has always interested me a lot. I hope I did them justice in this short fic. Hopefully I get motivated to write more
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roniebuttercups · 1 year
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Happy Birthday @cherisezed !!!~ 🎉🎉🎉
and ofc for their b-day I drew their fav couple
Enjoy!~
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maryeve-the-bitch · 4 years
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I commissionned the lovely @frukmerunning. No regret. I love them.
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