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rinmiko · 5 months
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they killed him
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oumaheroes · 7 months
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Hellooo!!! I love love loveee your work. I fell in love with ur FrUK fics (esp stargazing and the Grace of forgetting) before your btt fics. I rlly rlly rlly love your headcannons as well.
So I was wondering what you’d think of a fic where Antonio and Gilbert are secretly following Francis on his date with Arthur (maybe they’re doing some silly shenanigans, or trying to wingman Francis but it goes wrong, or maybe they’re just going to use whatever content they get for blackmail later) hehehehe tysm!! I really love your writing!
Thank you, Anon! ;u; I'm glad you like my work
I'm afraid I couldn't give you the exact silly fic you asked for but I don't see Francis needing a wingman at all, or being possible to blackmail with his exploits. He's too confident in himself and with his choices and his friends know this
Have a quick drabble of a failed pick up attempt, however
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‘How much.’
‘Tenner.’
‘Tenner?’
Gilbert shrugs, ‘I bet a tenner.’
Antonio shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink, ‘Waste of money.’
‘Ten pounds isn’t a lot.’
‘It is if you’re throwing it away.’
‘Don’t offer to bet on something so stupid then.’
They both watch Francis up at the bar. From their table they can’t see much of him- the pub is crowded and he’s well covered by the huddle of thirsty and already rowdy patrons waiting to be served. But they can see his face well enough, with his easy smile and low lidded eyes turned towards someone on his right. It’s just his profile, but it’s enough. The look is one they’ve seen him wear many times before.
His target, a thin blond man next to him, is frowning at him, dark eyebrows drawn low with the threat of a sneer.
Antonio waggles his drink, consideringly, ‘Maybe.’
Gilbert grins, ‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’ Antonio reaches out his glass towards Gilbert, ‘Tenner says he fails.’
‘Tenner says he takes him home.’
‘Deal.’
Gilbert clinks his glass against Antonio’s and they both drink. At the bar, the crowd of people part for just a moment to show Francis’ hand resting dangerously low down on the unknown man’s back. Antonio hisses and Gilbert laughs.
‘Might as well buy me a drink now and get it over with.’
‘They’re not home yet.’
‘They will be.’
‘You don-‘
There’s a sudden shout of alarm. Both turn their attention back to the bar in time to watch the crowd step back and reveal Francis clutching his nose, his face now one of thunder. The blond he was talking to shoves him and Francis shoves him back, blood dribbling freely down his top lip. The crowd closes around them again, nearby men grabbing them to haul them apart as others shout and hurriedly step back.
‘Shit.’
Antonio raises an eyebrow and looks at Gilbert in askance, ‘Should we help?’
Gilbert finishes his drink, ‘Nah. We deserve to enjoy it sometimes.’
Antonio laughs and pushes across his leftover chips to Gilbert in offering, jerking his head towards the mess at the bar. Francis is shouting something, his French too quick for Gilbert to translate, ‘That doesn’t mean anything though, does it. He might still get him.’
Gilbert thinks back to all of the times he’s come home to find Francis in bed with a stranger, and all the other times he’s found him with people whom he claims to hate. Francis always likes a challenge and this blond stranger was a challenge indeed. Gilbert gets the feeling too that the man, whilst shouting and gesticulating wildly in response to whatever it was that Francis said, oddly seems to be enjoying himself.
Gilbert sighs and picks at Antonio’s paltry offering.
‘I’m staying at yours tonight.’
‘It’ll cost you a tenner.’
‘Fuck you.’
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simple-persica · 2 years
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NyoBTT?
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They're so friends and they love each other
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hetadoujinarchive · 11 months
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Hetalia “Gap Moe” [Censored]
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Main Characters: Prussia, Spain, France, Hungary
Minor Characters: Austria, Canada
Pages: 30
Translated by: animoobs?
Vibes: comedy, cute, bit romantic?
CW: originally featured Hungary’s weird imagination, wasn’t that bad but I censored it anyway jic 👍
Summary: Spain and France break the hard truth to Prussia: he's just not that awesome. Together they attempt to help him attract Hungary. Found on mrm.
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The mosaic below was part of the original book
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bunny-bun-draws · 2 years
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Time ago, in the city of Vierlès existed a group of heroes, holders of magic jewelry and accessories called Miraculous, each one representative of an animal and power meant to be used for the good and protection of the city’s people.
However, as time passed, this group of heroes fought, each one having their own set of minds with how they used the Miraculous, causing it to fall apart… never to use them again. Or that’s what everyone thought.
Now, 20 years later, three of these well known and loved heroes are raised again… but to use their powers for their own selfish ways. But along with them, came a new generation of holders that would use their Miraculous to fight for good, though another few also followed their steps.
This being said, future holder… which road will you choose? Defend the citizens of Vierlès, or cause them mischief and chaos?
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While ago shared about this AU rp server, but felt as well as to mention it again along with this drawing and introduction~
If anyone is interested on joining, can do it here! Or feel free to send me a dm uwu
Also hope you all like the drawing~
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BTT Headcannon #1
(Revamp)
Francis & Tonio were friends longer than they have been with Gilbert, and share a lot of memories of things from then. Sometimes Gilbert gets sad and fears they're closer to eachother than to him. They aren't though.
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renonv · 3 months
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Sorry guys I have adhd and other brain worms so here’s werewolf au
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fireandiceland · 8 months
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this has been on my list since FOREVER
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hellonerf · 20 days
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Will yuo ever draw more bad friends trio.......
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imagine your favorite idol girls anime opening song
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rinmiko · 21 days
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Can you draw please Prussia, France and Spain in Kim Possible’s clothing?
Or
France as Kim Possible, Spain as Ron Stoppable and Prussia as Rufus (Idk if you’ll shave Prussia’s head or not but whatever) By the way,
Italy is Monkey Fist, Japan is Shego and Germany is Dr. Drakken.
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i sure do love kim possible
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oumaheroes · 2 years
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I wish you would write a fic where porteng are hanging out and the bft are observing them. Bonus if tonio and gil are trying to reassure fran who's a lil jealous of their easy friendship <3
I had to do this as human AU because when France gets jealous, he gets malicious and political rather than sad. He also wouldn't really be jealous over England, they're both a bit too arrogant and comfortable in their intimacy to be worried about that, so human AU we go
This was written waiting in airports and trainstations on my phone, so bear with me for typos and other errors
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'Who's he supposed to be again?'
Francis looked through the crowd spread about in Alfred's packed and messy living room to where Arthur and another man were stood in a corner by the stairs, lit purple and blue by gaudy moodlights. Arthur was smiling wide enough to show the dimple in his right cheek, casually leant against the wall with one hand by his side as the man he was talking to bent his head to say something into his ear.
Francis gave a tight shrug and picked up his drink from the low coffee table he was sat in front of, 'A friend from uni.'
'Hmm,' Gilbert finished his drink and held the glass by the rim, 'Why's Arthur not mentioned him before?'
'He has, though usually offhandedly: "A friend of mine did this, a friend of mine once did that"- that sort of thing.'
'They're all the same person?'
'Usually. The one who lives in Portugal.'
'What about the guy he almost-'
'That's the guy he almost.'
Gilbert winced and tilted his head to the side consideringly, 'I don't like him. The guy, I mean but to be honest sometimes Arthur's a cunt too.'
'His name is Gabriel.'
'No, his name is Arthur.'
'Ha ha.'
'I don't care.' Gilbert rolled his shoulders carelessly, 'Looks like an arsehole.'
Francis smiled, more than aware of what Gilbert was trying to do and appreciating it wholeheartedly, 'He's not, which is the most annoying thing. He's wonderfully charming.'
'You're wonderfully charming and you're still an arsehole,' Gilbert helpfully pointed out.
Francis snorted, 'Sadly, Gabriel is very different. More wholesome.'
'Ah, so like me. A real charmer.'
A bark of laughter and then Antonio sat down heavily on the sofa next to Francis, a fresh drink in hand that he skillfully avoided spilling, 'Gilbert, you've not had the displeasure of meeting yourself.'
Gilbert frowned at him and gestured expectantly when Antonio looked at him blankly, 'Where's my drink?'
Antonio looked confused, 'I told you I wasn't getting you one.'
'I thought you were joking.'
'Why would that be a joke!'
'Oh for the love of-'
'What are we talking about?' Antonio turned to Francis almost pleadingly.
'Nothing.'
'We're talking about Mr tight trousers and Lord stick up the arse over here,' Gilbert gestured his empty glass towards Arthur and Gabriel in the corner, 'Why's he staying with you two, by the way. Aren't there any hotels free for him?'
'We invited him to stay.'
'"We"?'
'We,' Francis said firmly and took another long sip of his drink, wrinkling his nose as he caught too much of the bottom dregs of his beer, 'Arthur mentioned that he was looking to come over on holiday and I told him to extend the invitation.'
Gilbert and Antonio exchanged a look.
'Even though they almost-?'
Francis shook his head and tried to appear unbothered, 'It was a long time ago; they're just friends.'
Arthur had told him this. Francis had believed him, still did believe him but then again... Then again the two had a closeness that couldn't be hidden, an easy intimacy from many years which Francis thought that he alone managed to bring out of Arthur. His rare open smiles, his softness- things that previously he thought Arthur showed only him.
Francis had no doubts at all that Arthur loved him, nor did he fear that Arthur still loved Gabriel at all. It was over a decade ago. But to see Arthur's true, open self with another person was disarming, no matter what Francis wanted to believe, and was hard to swallow. Naively, arrogantly, a part of Francis had believed that no one else had ever been able to make Arthur as happy as he did.
That was unfair. Francis had close, intimate friends. So could Arthur. It was cruel to think he'd never had any before.
Francis swirled the dregs of his drink, feeling ashamed of himself. He was supposed to be here to celebrate Alfred's birthday, not mope on a sofa over nothing but his own mental spirals.
He was about to make the offer to Gilbert when Arthur's laughter rang out above the music and general chatter, causing Francis to once again look his way. He was shaking his head at Gabriel, bent over and weakly slapping at his arm. He staggered, a shift of his weight too clumsy, and Gabriel immediately caught him before he fell, an arm slipped around his waist to right him.
Francis turned away, forcing away the unreasonable bitter feeling in his chest.
'Hey,' Antonio nudged him in the side, 'Want a drink?'
'Oh! Oh I see how it is,' Gilbert scowled and gave an exaggerated huff, 'You offer him a drink.'
'Yes, but-'
'No no, don't bother to explain yourself. Don't retroactively defend your favouritism.'
'Gilbert, it's not-'
'Woe is me!' Gilbert's lamenting only grew louder. A cluster of people sat on the window seat nearby looked their way, 'Friendless and alone! Better I learn the lesson sooner rather than later.'
'Gilbert stop-'
Francis laughed and stood, patting Antonio on the shoulder, 'Come on, we'll all go.'
'I shouldn't have to go, he should get me one!'
'Stop fussing and get up,' Francis nudged him.
'Ugh.' Gilbert allowed Francis to pull him up and carefully manoeuvred his way around the table. 'This is a piece of shit,' he said, bopping it with his knee, 'Have you told Alfred that?'
'Yes, several times.'
'Where is the bastard anyway?'
'I saw him out by the pool,' Antonio said with a glint in his eye, 'He was quite tucked away though, I only saw him by accident. Looked to be having fun.'
Gilbert narrowed his eyes, 'What did you see?'
Antonio averted his eyes quickly and got to his feet, 'Nothing.'
'Bullshit; you saw something. Come on, gimme the tea.'
'No! I didn’t see anything.'
'You can't just say that Alfred "looked to be having a good time" and not elaborate. Who with?'
'It's not my business.'
'Oh sure, you just want to keep it to yourself until you need to use it to blackmail or get something from him, you sly bastard.'
'I don't do that-'
'You're not leaving already, are you?'
A hand grabbed at Francis' arm, familiar cool fingers insistent for his attention. He stopped.
Arthur had pushed his way across the room, Gabriel fast in tow. His shirt was loose about the neck, collar too wide so that his collarbone slipped free on one side and his hair was ruffled and wild from the heat of the summer night. Francis wanted to brush it back from his face, smooth the day from him, but held back. He knew Arthur far too well- it wouldn't be appreciated in public.
'Just getting another drink,' he said, then leaning closer so that only Arthur could hear him, 'It's far too early to leave; you're not drunk enough for the night to be late'
Arthur gave him a flat look and moved to show Gabriel over this shoulder, opening him into the conversation, 'Gilbert, Antonio, I want to introduce you to someone. This is my friend, Gabriel.'
'It's so lovely to meet you.' Before Gilbert could move, Gabriel had moved in to kiss him warmly on the cheeks, before catching hold of his hands to give them a firm, slow shake, 'I've heard so many things about you. Gilbert, isn't it?'
'Yeah,' disarmed, Gilbert floundered, 'Though whatever Artie-Pants has told you about me is probably a lie.'
'Don't call me that.'
'So far, you're living up to expectation.' Gabriel laughed and clapped him in the back, moving to greet Antonio a similar way.
As Francis watched, Arthur's hand quietly threaded into his. He gave it a small squeeze.
Are you alright?
Francis squeezed back, rubbing his thumb over Arthur's knuckle. I'm fine.
One final squeeze, the slightest increase of pressure, and Arthur let go, 'Come on idiot, let's get you shitfaced on the good wine Alfred hides from Matthew.'
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mesperyiandevotee · 3 months
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neioo · 3 months
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A mix-up during the War of Austrian Succession leaves Prussia trapped in a jail cell with Austria and Hungary forced to reconcile the differences between their human and country relationships. Frying Pangle + BFT.
My Submission for @hws-anthology
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ladyinfierno-art · 1 year
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Friendship ✨
I can't find the post, but it's based on this
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BTT Headcannon #2
Francis' place used to be more of their social hub, but in more recent years, (since the EU formed.) it's become Gilberts house. Francis and Lidwig can manage their work together with running the EU, while Tonio & Gilbert make sure they dont over work. Elizaveta, Feliciano, Lovino, and Kiku also frequently visit, though normally not all at the same time.
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renonv · 8 months
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Thoughts on the bad friends trio friendship? I adore your depictions of antonio and francis and their dynamic together? How do you imagine they’d meet gilbert later on?
I love them!! I think that they are a fun chaotic gay little trio and now you've got a worm in my head.. thinking about them..
And thank you!! And here’s a little comic of how I think they met the guy :3c
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sorry not sorry i keep making this shit so long but i care them 🥺🕴
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