have you ever drawn sealand? could I request some sealand being babysat by uncle norway? (mby ladonia too?) kanskje...onkel norge har kjøpt lørdagsgodt til dem👉🏼👈🏼
If I have, it's been a while!
Norway's love language is gift-giving because he don't know how to express warm feelings but he does have money... 👀
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Man coworker I don’t like just came into my office to declare that his officemate “needs to be on fucking xanax” because she was working on her paper on Friday night at 7pm. Maybe I’m being too sensitive but it makes me uncomfortable to hear a man repeatedly declare that a woman is crazy and needs to be medicated. Do you also think her uterus is falling out or something
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My trip to Ireland got me thinking more about the relationship between Seán and Molly, or at least the differences between them as characters. Like I think they love each other deeply, they've been together since birth. The problem is that for as alike as they can look and act on the surface, twins are still going to have separate personalities. They're both survivors, but they have very different approaches to that survival.
Seán is the negotiator. He's able to talk without giving too much of himself away, the funny friend who you suddenly realize you know nothing about. He's willing to acquiesce to certain ceremonies in order to maintain some semblance of self-governance. He believes he is able to protect core aspects of his identity by playing along, and at the end of the day that's what's important.
Meanwhile, Molly is the defiant one. In comparison to Seán, she wears her heart on her sleeve. She is incapable of bluffing. She lacks the subtlety Seán has. She refuses to give anything up because she already views it as an erosion of her identity. It is all or it is nothing. She won't convert, she refuses to acquiesce, she won't stop rebelling. What's important is that she stays whole.
They're both driven, but their methods of pursuing that drive inherently harms the other. Molly rebels and the warfare ravages Seán. Seán allies with the Ascendancy and Molly is punished for refusing to get with the program. They love and want what is best for the other, and neither of them particularly enjoyed being part of the empire. They both love to drink and dance and be merry. However, for most of their history, they just haven't been able to figure out how to survive together. And that's where the breach between them lies.
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ScotNor Fic-Art
The promised ScotNor surprise as a celebration of 1 000+ followers is here. I am so greatful for all the wonderful writers we have in this fandom, especially those who write for rarepairs, and would take this opportunity to show that. That is why I have drawn an art piece for every ScotNor fic on AO3 that's not written by me with ScotNor as a main pairing - thought it would be a fun project 💖
Sylfiden - by @hana-noiazei
Quote: “I saw your face when you first laid eyes on me. I doubt you have ever looked at Marianne that way. At the very least, I have never seen you do so.”
Exile - by @fuckflorida-hetalia
Quote: It occurred to him that Ingve had said “I need supplies”, but Alistair had been taking enough for both of them. Would he really leave his family and everything he had to make sure Ingve made it?
Of Coffe, Rain and Red Umbrellas - by @roessslyng
Quote: Allis shrugged. And then, with a grin, added, – ye can imagine, that Ah came here tae see ye, if ye wanna.”
ScotNor/Storm - by @darcymariaphoster
Quote: […] - assuming Brodey had eyes for literally anyone else. But he doesn't, and Sigurd knows it. There's been nothing formal, but Sigurd isn't daft.” or “For all the time they've spent together over the past few months, Sigurd has to say that he enjoys not knowing exactly what Brodey is thinking.
Anticipation - by moist_meat on AO3
Quote: “You get a reward.” He kisses him, long enough to make him want more and short enough that it wasn’t enough.
A Little Peace and Quiet - by @randomw07
Quote: "I can't think of anywhere else I would rather be."
The Witch of Wesmerland - by @hana-noiazei
Quote: Oh. He could hardly breathe. This man did not appear at first glance to be the witch that had risen out of the lake, but he quite clearly was. His hair was now short and fluffy, shoulders wide and strong beneath the velvet; there was something about him that made it nigh impossible to look away.
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