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more engspa for the special day

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Let it go! - https://www.patreon.com/ramonn90

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staring contest 👀

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💕🔥

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one rainy day with with his two favorite students

I just wanted to line an old sketch but then I added more drawings and turned it into a short comic LOL

my main is motolokiev and I’m most active on twitter!

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I think I'm in love with them.. (◕‿◕✿)

ʀᴇɴᴍɪᴛsᴜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 💗

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明けましておめでとうございます! 🔥 2019年の美しい思い出をありがとう 🔥🙏💗 2020年に同行してサポートしてください 💗💗💗

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Until 3am, my eyes could not see things clearly, my head was reeling from fever of 39 degrees but I finally finished this strip, I wanted to post a valentine but it was late 😞 but well, drawing otp happy is ok to me 🥰 Happy Valentine's Day 💝

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This meme is now trending in china kny fandom help

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“I find your brother to be a great tragedy, you know.”

The observation same unprompted, and with the casual air of a man unconcerned. Portugal looked up from his cards, and across at the table at the Netherlands.

The tall man had spoken like he was making light conversation. Portugal found the topic heavier than that. The thought of Spain was always sore to him, especially since they had become so estranged from him since the end of the Hapsburg rule in his own borders.

He glanced at England, who was the third at the table. The shorter blonde still had his eyes determinedly on his cards.

Portugal decided that it was better to address it than to act like it was unsaid. He replied, “What do you mean?”

He was not sure if he wanted the answer. The Netherlands could be a pleasant enough man, but his judgements seemed to fall harshly. He was informed, it seemed, by his own pious Protestant sentiments. He was somber, sober, and always dressed in black, so it seemed that he was perpetually in mourning.

The Netherlands took one card from his hand and laid it on the table before saying, “He has fallen so far. When I fought him, he was still impressive. The great Spanish Bull.”

He paused to stare pensively at the array of cards on the table. It occurred to Portugal that it was his own turn to play a card. He tried to think of which one to use, but his mind was still too fully on Spain.

Without his prompting, the Netherlands continued, “He has every advantage in the world: Rome’s blood, Rome’s looks, and half the world to call his empire.”

This prompted a reproachful look from England, who looked like he would very much like to stress the size of his own empire. But, there was not enough time for him to cut in before the Netherlands said, “But, look at him now. He’s mad with lust for that Aztec boy, and he’s grown fat and indulgent on luxury.”

Portugal felt himself ball up his free hand. He did not want to hear this, even if there was some truth to how much Spain had let himself indulge in his comfortable position. He said, feeling himself gritting his teeth, “You should not speak about something you do not know.”

He knew enough about the bloody conflict between the Netherlands and Spain to know that the bad blood ran deep, and the Netherlands was relishing in this. His enemy fallen so far brought him joy. But, it stirred Portugal’s stomach uncomfortably.

The Netherlands replied as England made his own play, “I may not know everything. But, I do know that he spurned Austria for his New World lover, and divorced him to free up the space at his side. I hear that now he makes love to New Spain quite shamelessly day and night, and everyone in his court knows it.”

There was an edge to his voice that sounded like a kind of gleeful malice that he could not possibly be capable of. Portugal felt sick at the talk.

It got no better when the Netherlands said, “It is a pity that your church doesn’t discourage such lasciviousness. Don’t you think so, Arthur?”

He turned expectantly to the other Protestant in the room. England swallowed hard and said, “This is not a matter of faith.”

Portugal cut in, sharply, “With all of your piousness, you should know that the Proverbs warn against gossip.”

He threw down his cards and said, “If you will excuse me, gentlemen. I do not wish to poison myself with this tonight.”

With that, Portugal stood and left, closing the wooden door with a bang.

Once he was gone, England gave the Netherlands a hard, reproachful look. The tall blonde said, still seemingly unbothered, “It seems that the truth was too much. Antonio is a lecher.”

He picked up the cards that Portugal had thrown down, like he wanted to assess how good his odds had been to win the game.  England said, not hiding his irritation, “You speak too freely, Johann. Much too freely.”

With that, he laid down his own cards and left to find Portugal.

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Madrid

Spain watched his sleeping colony with a smile on his face. New Spain’s arms were wrapped tightly around him as he slept. The hold made Spain supremely happy.

He brushed back a piece of New Spain’s hair from his face, and took the time to stare at the young man. His face always looked so sweet when he was asleep, almost innocent, almost virginal. If Spain didn’t know better, he might have assumed that no sin had ever touched the boy.

But, he could also see the dark spot blooming on the skin of New Spain’s neck. It was his own doing. He loved how exquisitely beautiful marks looked on New Spain’s perfect copper skin. 

He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on New Spain’s collarbone, his thanks for a sweet night. New Spain stirred sleepily, but did not wake.

Spain was sure that the excesses of the night were more than enough to keep New Spain very soundly asleep. He loved these moments, when he could appreciate the spoils of his empire.

He moved the blanket down New Spain’s shoulder far enough so that he could kiss the crest of his shoulder. That earned him a sleepy groan from New Spain.

Somewhere, perhaps, they mocked him for doting on New Spain like this. But, he thought as he kissed the boy’s sleeping face, it was worth it. If he could have this, then he did not care.

He said, softly, “Good night, my prince.”

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SpaMex Aesthetic

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✩ [KNY] - The Movie: Mugen Trailer #2 ✩

“Set your heart ablaze!” - October 16, 2020 ★

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Inspired by Mulan.

BONUS

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Read from left to right. Takes place just after chapter 201. 15 pages in less than a week, I’m quite proud of myself ! Looking forward for chapter 202, I’m afraid of what could happen in it but I can’t wait to read it !

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just some casual giyuu

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Random list of why I find Rengoku/Giyuu interesting

[Warning: Contains manga spoilers]

1. They are both Tanjirou’s bro figures. (and they both fight Akaza)

2. The color/concept dynamic. Fire and Water. Red and Blue. I dig that.

3. The character dynamic. Rengoku, bold, loud, out-going and positive. Giyuu, composed, quiet, and a gloomy introvert. But deep down they are both broken. Rengoku has family issues, Giyuu suffers from survivor’s guilt. Both need therapy…or at least, someone to lean on to. 

4. Curiously, they each resemble a little of the others’ most beloved individual that had deceased. Sabito and Rengoku both have confident attitudes and  strong sense of responsibility of protecting others. Giyuu and Rengoku’s mom both have a serene, serious demeanor. Okay this sounds headcanon-ish but it would be interesting if they are reminded of their lost ones every time they meet each other.

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like dancing on the moon

(some scenes from this lovely rengiyuu fic !!)

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