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“I don’t… Share this often” he spoke quietly as he turned his head to read what he had written. “that… Is because it doesn’t belong there” he blunk. “must have blindly copied it from my old copy. It seems to be in manx gaelic, yessir” he seemed to have some trouble with his own native language “Shaghyn …..dagh olk….. Avoid all…..evil”  he mumbled. “‘s good advice”

Oi! Hello! I'm a big fan of yers, yessir. I would be most honoured if ye could take a look at this...I've been doing some caligraphy, almost copied all of Deuteronomium, aye. Yer approval would mean so much. ~ask-manxman

It would be my pleasure!!

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I remember when Scotland thought I finally made friends because I said I was going to visit Douglas and Ramsey. He was wrong.

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"He wasno" the manxman got slightly defensive. "But hae ye met the lad?"

He shook his head.

“Unbelievable, I cannot stand the fact the English and Americans use Vincent van Gogh’s name to use in puns, when his last name isn’t even pronounced right. It completely invalidates the entire pun. It should be a crime.”

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Sir? Me? Yessir there is no need to call me sir. And what can a'say? I was brought up by a certain irishman. Coodno resist the urge to tease ye.

“Unbelievable, I cannot stand the fact the English and Americans use Vincent van Gogh’s name to use in puns, when his last name isn’t even pronounced right. It completely invalidates the entire pun. It should be a crime.”

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Ye ought to let that Gogh, yessir.

“Unbelievable, I cannot stand the fact the English and Americans use Vincent van Gogh’s name to use in puns, when his last name isn’t even pronounced right. It completely invalidates the entire pun. It should be a crime.”

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He turned slightly pinkish at the question. "Aye... Took me pretty long...and I'm out of practice with the animal letters" his voice had reduced to an lightly embarrassed mumble by the end of that sentence. Good job keeping up some kind of manly appearance, pad. He scolded himself. You're just a fanboy at this point.

Oi! Hello! I'm a big fan of yers, yessir. I would be most honoured if ye could take a look at this...I've been doing some caligraphy, almost copied all of Deuteronomium, aye. Yer approval would mean so much. ~ask-manxman

It would be my pleasure!!

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"Aye?" his eyes grew a bit larger in his enthusiasm as he rummaged through his bag to find a bound sketchbook. "Here it is" he suddenly got a bit nervous, having moved his hand to open it but now hestitating.

Oi! Hello! I'm a big fan of yers, yessir. I would be most honoured if ye could take a look at this...I've been doing some caligraphy, almost copied all of Deuteronomium, aye. Yer approval would mean so much. ~ask-manxman

It would be my pleasure!!

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“ay, ye wood need a translator woodnae. ah ‘appen t'hav lived wi’ the scot fer a few hunder years ah kin elp” the manxman chuckled, it was always fun having some fun with the accent. “so, as I said, I've lived with scotland for a few hunderd years, so if you are in need, give me a call...or send a letter, preferably the letter.”

"Ye ar' still aroond too? Awe, fuck." - Liùsaidh (Fem!Scot/Alba/Caledonia)

I’m going to need a translator

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paddeen laughed. “nay, lad” he shook his head. “but I see what’s the problem now, the leaves are red, yessir. red leaves on white bands alterated with blue bands.” he walked off for a moment to retrieve a small manx flag from his stuff, holding it up. “now, this is a mostly red flag, spare for the triskellion in the middle’ he held it by the other flag so it sort of overlapped with the pompeblêd, by means of illustration.

“I don’t get why everyone thinks these are hearts on my flag. Obviously they’re the leaves of the lily plant. Hmph, ‘hearts’.”

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“yessir, have you looked at plants? feer little of them are red. I recon if ye make them green, people wouldn't confuse them sae much” the Manxman smiled. “but hearts areno a bad thing, are they? looks welcoming and memorable, anaw“

“I don’t get why everyone thinks these are hearts on my flag. Obviously they’re the leaves of the lily plant. Hmph, ‘hearts’.”

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quick psa, MY MAIN IS GENTLEPIRATE

i will follow and ask things as gentlepirate with a ~blogname on the end yours, Ask-manxman, TheClaymoresWay, F-iddlethistle and Vannin-rp <3

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“sae, when will ye come over then” he had turned quite red but did manage to wink back

“Let’s go gay… Let’s go abroad… Let’s go to the Isle of Man“

Isle of Man travel poster (c. 1950).

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hetalia headcanon

Wales has a lisp (because the ll in welsh sounds almost like slurring i thought it would be fitting)

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a gift?

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“ I heard ye talk about a problem with…” for a moment he contemplated on saying the word, but then decided not to. “R-A-Ts” he spelled out instead. “a stubbin will keep them at bay” he grinned. “ye don’t need ta give anything in return, i came unanounced, after all.“ his grin widened at the prospect of being taken out for dinner. “that sounds like a braw plan though, if yer naw busy. it has been quite a trip, aye, if ye like i can stay a few days, yessir”

Guus’ warm and robust laughter reappeared when he heard Paddeen spell out the word ‘rats’. “Haha! Yer still scared of ‘m, ain’t ya? They’re a pest, I tell ya, but they ain’t spooky or anythin’.” A big, harsh pat on the back followed his words.

“Well, a surprise’s always nice. Come on in, then you can look outside.” He grinned, thinking his weird dialect invitation phrase would translate well into another language. He cooed a little at the kitten as he walked inside with the basket. “Yer always welcome to stay at my place, ya know that Paddeen. Thanks again, this lil’ fella’s gonna make a sweet rat-free place outta this barn while brightening it up too.”

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“ I heard ye talk about a problem with...” for a moment he contemplated on saying the word, but then decided not to. “R-A-Ts” he spelled out instead. “a stubbin will keep them at bay” he grinned. “ye don’t need ta give anything in return, i came unanounced, after all." his grin widened at the prospect of being taken out for dinner. “that sounds like a braw plan though, if yer naw busy. it has been quite a trip, aye, if ye like i can stay a few days, yessir”

a gift?

Stepping off his motorcycle, Paddeen carefully picked up a small basket from his sidecar. a soft mewing could be heard from the orange manx cat that was sitting under a blanket inside. nervously, the manxman walked to the sturdy door of Guus’s farm and knocked it, holding the basked under his arm. @neerlandstrots

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He grinned widely as he saw his friend appear. “I thought to surprise ye, yessir” the terrible phone reception on the isle of man might be a reason as well, but he wasn’t going to admit that. he held out the basket. “I’m a wee late for Christmas, but i brought a gift” as soon as the basket moved, the kitten inside mewed again, spoiling the surprise a little.

a gift?

Stepping off his motorcycle, Paddeen carefully picked up a small basket from his sidecar. a soft mewing could be heard from the orange manx cat that was sitting under a blanket inside. nervously, the manxman walked to the sturdy door of Guus’s farm and knocked it, holding the basked under his arm. @neerlandstrots

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a gift?

Stepping off his motorcycle, Paddeen carefully picked up a small basket from his sidecar. a soft mewing could be heard from the orange manx cat that was sitting under a blanket inside. nervously, the manxman walked to the sturdy door of Guus’s farm and knocked it, holding the basked under his arm. @neerlandstrots