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#i have such fondness for the bros
juniemoe · 5 months
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i’m proud to call you brother. that’s gone unsaid too long.
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elitadream · 5 months
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A Humble Offering 💝🪵
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I saw this post by @peaches2217 which was inspired by this earlier post of mine, and uh... I couldn't resist. 🥺🥰
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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We could have had it all...
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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kelprot-old · 9 months
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love reading the homestuck commentary stuff bc it makes me feel like i could grab a fucking corkboard and spend hours and hours tying together 50,000,000 different plot threads and still come up short of everything in the text
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moeblob · 1 year
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I have only seen their C/B supports and honestly I love them a lot. Alfred really out here just committing acts of treacherous friendliness with other royals from other kingdoms. It's wonderful to see.
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cupiidzbow · 3 months
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im always live laugh love spicy chip it’s funny to think of which of my guys would like spicy food or not
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smallest-moon · 7 months
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starting "my new boss is goofy" and "goblin slayer" at the same time was a whiplash because Umehara Yuuichirou voices THESE TWO and-
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one is a seemingly stoic man thats actually kind hearted and perhaps a little goofy, while the other is... well... a seemingly stoic man thats actually kind hearted and perhaps a little goofy
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Childhood Follies
England sat down with a thump, old but faithful springs groaning under his weight as he joined Wales on the lounge. “Australia is in the tree again.”
Wales looked up from his reading, some clichéd murder mystery that he’d picked up on the advice of Scotland, but was increasingly finding too outlandish for his tastes, grateful for the distraction as he raised an eyebrow.
“What, again? Isn’t this the third time-”
“This month? I know.” England sighed, normally sharp edges and quick eyes lulled to softness in the face of thoughts of his children, as exasperating as they could be. For not the first time, Wales thought about how much Fatherhood suited him, how children seemed to bring out a strange calmness in him, especially fascinating after long centuries of watching his brother divulge in non-stop warfare, covering himself in blood and cruelty.
“You’d honestly think we were starving the child of all entertainment.” England grumbled, unknowing of his brother’s thoughts, and Wales blinked, tilting his head up.
“Maybe Australia is just adjusting to the different environment,” Wales suggested lightly, although Australia had been “adjusting” to Britain for around five years now, and showed no signs of stopping any of his antics, tree climbing or otherwise.  England grimaced, the pointed furrow of his brows indicating he had come to the same conclusion, and crossed his arms, looking skyward as if any answers had ever come from heaven, despite the numerous bloody wars fought in his name.
“Right, and I’m sure the mud the maids found poured into the bathtub was just Australia “adjusting to the different environment” as well.” He said with a snort, back straight in a way that betrayed how much he wanted to sink down and join Wales in his relaxed position, but couldn’t for the sake of propriety.
English manners, honestly, Wales thought in exasperation and with a well concealed smirk, before blinking at his brother’s sentence.
“Did he really?”  England grimaced in reply. “Apparently, a toad managed to find it’s way in with the mud as well. It gave Edna quiet the fright.”
Edna was the head maid of the household, a quiet but dutiful women, stern with the children but an old hand at dealing with the follies of childhood. She was good at her job, made better by asking very little questions about the nature of the master’s she served. Wales had trouble picturing anything frightening her.
He grinned at his brother instead. “Playing with mud? Climbing on trees? I wonder who he got that from.”
England raised an eyebrow in response, frowning as if to dismiss the idea entirely. “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.”
“Oh really? No memories of skulking through the trees like a particularly determined monkey, or shoving mud down the backs of our tunics? I remember mother-”
Wales stopped suddenly, shutting his mouth at once and looking at his brother, whose frame had grown as tense as a bow string at his words, his eyes darkening. He cursed himself slightly. 
England’s warm veneer of companionship these past few months had lulled him  into a false sense of security, despite all the practice he had had after the long years he had been by his brother’s side. A conquest, not a partnership.
Childhood, or as close to it they could get as nations, was a tricky subject to approach, especially without the presence of alcohol already at hand, and doubly so for mentioning their mother. 
Wales cleared his throat, trying desperately to come up with words to soften the blow, or change the subject.
“Well,” He said instead, awkwardly. “That is to say-”
“I suppose I was a bit of a brat.” England interrupted, and Wales blinked, whipping his head up from where he had dropped his gaze to the floor to avoid looking at his brother.
England was staring incredibly hard at the window, a faint tint of red down his cheeks, his body still stiff but slightly curled in on himself, and Wales realized that this was England attempting to be civil.
“You-” He started, unsure of what he was going to say himself before England cut him off, defensive but undoubtedly calm.
“But really, most of the time you all deserved it. And it was ever so funny watching Rome stumble about in the forest, trying to find me but with never the presence of mind to look up.” England delivered this with a certain smugness, and Wales found himself smiling, just a little.
Sometimes through the centuries, that comment would of gotten him poisonous looks and sharp rebukes, other’s still a decade of silence. At very bad times, violence would be had. 
Now the only thing it got him was England, slightly embarrassed but still characteristically himself, stubbornness and all. 
Wales hoped fervently that it was a sign for the times to come. He would always love his little brother, (a trait that had betrayed him in the past) but sometimes it was easier than others.  
“You’re admitting that tree climbing is a useful skill? Why, I should go find Australia now and tell him the good news!” Wales made to stand, as if to physically go find the boy right then and there, but was foiled by his brother’s pale hand shoving him back down with a huff.
“Oh, focus on that why don’t you.” England grumbled, the tension of the earlier conversation washed away with the familiar banter. “Besides, I was hardly the only one who used such tactics.” This was said with a significant look at Wales, and he grinned.
“Yes, but I never denied it.” 
England aimed a bony elbow into Wales’ gut, and Wales laughed, shifting himself on the lounge and picking up his book to once more try and struggle through it’s ridiculous plot. With a role of his eyes England also picked up his own project, a lovely piece of embroidery that absorbed all his attention as they continued on in comfortable silence, a pleasant night made possible only through the years of understanding between them.
The next day, after nervously presenting himself to England’s study for the deliverance of his punishment, Australia was baffled to find himself waved away without rebuke, only a small reminder to apologize to the maids.
“But why?” he asked Wales later, confused and a little skeptical.
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, lad.” said Wales with a shake of his head, a knowing glimmer in the corner of his eye. 
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I made a meme do you leik it :)
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fldx2 · 3 months
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learning some garnet hathaway lore during intermission
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bonefall · 1 year
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I love the harespring discussion that my innocent “haha cats like bread” ask inspired. I used to have no thoughts about him but I like harespring now
It's SO EASY to get people to care about characters they were indifferent towards; simply give them a trait that is funny and commit to the bit
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honeyedlashton · 2 years
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CARAMEL!!!!!
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eveninglottie · 6 months
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People really need to stop inviting themselves over to my dorm and then just not leaving like bro I have stuff to do and it’s weird if you’re gonna just sit on the spare bed for literally five fucking hours
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kayspaceprince · 10 months
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aw thanks
i dunno who'd i make happy but cool.
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