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two kinds of knights' love👇 p2：engport

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first love

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Wanted to share this meme I made

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like disciple like master or smth

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Oikawa as childe! :D🌊

#OHMY GOD OH MY GOD

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I'm pretty sure that England and Portugal are the kind of friends that every time they saw a couple's discount in a restaurant or something like that, they said they were dating.

Until one day that pair of fools end up kissing intensely.

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reblogging again because jeez; I’m obsessed 🤌

these TAGS>>> so important

Engport Thoughts:

Warnings: this ain’t fancy sh/t ok it’s just the stuff I yell in my own head at 4 AM and its hella long too

Keep reading

#port’s victim portrayal was part of the reason I stopped actively looking for his content lmao!

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How do you deal with anon hate?

Just realize that those people had to click a button to remove their name cause they’re scared of you. They ain’t shit.

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This is my contribution to the fandom

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A Poem of Old Memories

Fair to see— O good is humble nor in mirth!

For the start seeks friendship high

He hath lips not so dry,

He hath uttered a pathway in love and Earth!

Yea, though we hold sin— and rulers old—

Deep in all heart we stained our garments hem.

Oh be ye not strayed,

We young nations stumbled,

At least in our name— we shall be truly them!

Hold ye the Future— the Fate that sealèd us;

His skin of sun touch nectar and mine pale.

Except ye call me bright eyes cold.

Duel hearts a single sword,

Of our children who listen to our tale!

Keep be swift in all obedience—.

Clear away from my wretched hand, bridge the road.

Make ye sure to escape our home

That my wed promises haven't sown;

By the trouble of Our peoples, I love you dear husband!

Hear now a song— my voice worthless—

A hope seeing you ; seeing you twice worthy.

Through bare words and mean

May ye see the truth between

Starlight will hold wonder for you in the end to Earth!

Hello, I return with great joy and interest that I shall be once again knees deep in PortEng EngPort manners to join in the boat again for the celebrations of the 650 year mark that will arrive for the Anglo-Portuguese Alliance in 2023. I have many plans now and I hope to spread interest in the historical nature of the pair through my writings.

I shall be posting a heavily made screenplay that I have promised.

I shall continue with my poetry and attempt to find myself to improve.

I shall be investing more time since I have my summer holiday to do so.

Historical background to the poem

Here is simply a statement of what is inspiring Arthur/England is the age of discovery. My favourite book by Eduardo Brazão highlights the wonderment of English eyes upon Portuguese ships in Plymouth. As commented: "the ships were of marvellous size and structure". Simply, the discourse of mutual benefits, clear ambition, flexibility and marriages seem to light the alliance. It is for example, if you compare a twig to a plastic flexible ruler. The twig is an alliance in which is common and asks for support of one another, the more twigs you have the stronger you feel. But single twigs can easily be snapped. Whilst perhaps a flexible ruler can really slap... I mean it can be bent and used to any benefits, it's more useful than a twig. Horrible metaphor, I know but it's in the very wording that changes the meaning of things that are fun to explore with hetalia.

I hope you have enjoyed this post and that you look forward to what is to come!!!!

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Haters will say it’s not a love letter

#So true

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Sorry for not replying to the messages in my inbox. I haven’t been active on tumblr but with my friend @daffodilscoraltree warming back into EngPort, you might catch me eventually posting art, answering asks and reblogging their fics 😁

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Arthur Kirkland really said “fuck it, I’m seeing my husband this summer” and that’s so valid

#Engport

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Angry kiss PortEng?

Oh my gosh thank you! I love these two so much (thanks to @chiring-art) although I have never written anything for them yet. Like the history between them is just...ughhhh amazing!

cw: swearing

Prompt: Angry kiss

“I know I fucked up. I know I fucked you up. I...I...fuck up everyone’s life that I’ve ever cared about.” His whole body was shaking now. “I’m not looking for pity Afonso, but...I-I can’t...I…I don’t want to lose you!”

“Well…” Alfonso swallowed hard, “you may be too late.”

Those words stabbed through Arthur worse than any sword. His mind began to fill with so many different counters: ‘You were no better than me.’ ‘You’ve fucked up just as much as I have.’ ‘I am trying to make things right and you are only making it harder.’ But he bit his tongue, knowing that none of that was going to help, none of that mattered. This was about his mistakes and the hurt he caused, no one else's. He had to face the consequences, and if that included losing the person he loved most, he had no one to blame but himself. At the same time, he owed it to Afonso to at least start making up for it. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I-I know you’ll probably need time, but I beg you,” Arthur cried, falling to his knees, “I beg you...please d-d-don’t shut me out completely.”

Time seemed to freeze as Arthur waited for Afonso’s reply. The beating of his heart was the only thing filling his ears. His hands were shaking violently, his head was hung low and although he wouldn’t admit it, a few tears fell along his cheek. If he hadn’t been so desperate, this would have been a big blow to pride. Later on, when all was said and done, such embarrassment would probably sink in. But right now, Arthur didn’t care about any of that. All he cared about was Afonso and where their relationship was about to go. 

Without a word, Afonso made his way over to Arthur. Crouching down, he grabbed the Brit’s cheeks, guiding his face up and capturing his lips in a hard, rough kiss, pouring all his frustration and anger into it. But at the same time, there was love. Although it was hurt and broken, it was still there. “You’re right,” Afonso began as they pulled away, “I do need some time...but… don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easily.”  

If you are interested in sending a prompt/ship in or doing this list yourself here’s the list.

#ooooh themmmm :(((( #thanks for the shoutout!!! that is so very kind of you

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🎵  It’s always fun in the G-U-L-F 🎵

I know I’ve posted about Mister KSA before, but I can’t talk abt him with the rest of the Gulf Cooperation Council! (Gulfi Gulf Club, if you will) Starring bonus cameos by Yemen and Iran, I hope you guys enjoy (and memri tv memes lol)!! As always, I share all of these OCs with my dear friend @hammyletto~

Here are their bios below:

Eid Mubarak to everyone celebrating!!

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Portugal: I just need you to say those 3 little words.

England: I love you.

Portugal: Try again.

England: I will behave.