It feels like when the states formed, when Massachusetts decided to become the moral torch bearer of America, South Carolina was determined to become the country’s moral burden.
Give me a character and I’ll tell you my headcanon for:
- What they smell like:
- How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):
- What music they enjoy:
- How much time they spend getting ready every morning:
- Their favorite thing to collect:
- Left or right-handed:
- Religion (if any):
- Favorite sport:
- Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):
- Favorite kind of weather:
- A weird/obscure fear they have:
- The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:
Some fanart for an adorable Wolf!Spain and Romano fic >.<
Also my first try animating in photoshop, the gif didn’t turn out big but man it really overloads photoshop ;A;
fics where denmark is starting to show his age just the slightest bit, like how he goes to bed earlier and walks just the smallest bit slower up the stairs or squints a little bit more at newspapers kill me
If there’s anything else…
Where the light shivers offshore
Through the tides of oceans
We are shining in the rising sun.
As we are floating in the blue
I am softly watching you
Oh boy your eyes betray
What burns inside of you.
For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
The child whines as he shakes him frantically, trying to push him away and only reluctantly waking from the comfort of sleep. He blinks up at him in the gloom, endearingly confused at being awoken, but his thoughts are a terrified tangle that have him focused only on what lies ahead.
"Time to get up, Little One," he whispers, tugging away the blankets and scooping him up in his arms. His brother is light and elfin, automatically moving to clutch him with tiny hands and yawning. He strokes back the soft, platinum hair, and tries to keep the tremble from his voice. "Let’s get you dressed."
Nordic Five w/ speech bubbles! Art by Himaruya Hidekaz, edit by me.
Holy crap I’ve literally been away from the computer for like two hours how did this get so pOPULAR SO FAST THANK YOU BABIES