I like you, England, Arthur, very terribly much, and in a very sentimental way. And I would not mind waking up beside you more often. 

…Christ, I can’t believe you made me be the first to really say it.

so i you guys like Marianne and Arthur together

here u are

i did the thing

So a gay couple was arguing in the Walmart parking lot

petitfrancis:

omfg ME LIKE <33333))

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iaza[.]com/work/130307C/iaza14035428729300[.]png ---- I tried so hard. You can probably guess who this is. I hope you'll see this when you wake up

SCREAMS!!!

CHUBBY FRUK IN MY ASKBOX

YES THANK

Someone wanted chubby!England with Francis being intimate

well;;; 

yEAH

gift art!!! for my bffl

papaswedenrequests:

I see Francis as one who gets quite religious if a situation gets bad. This fic is mostly playing off of that. Also, because requester was anon, you get approximately one-thousand words only! >:C

Francis’ fingers trail across the surface — just barely, causing ripples to travel outward from his touch. “I speak truthfully when I say God resides in the water.” His breath leaves his lips slowly, forming a dragon’s smoke from his mouth. Closing his eyes, he wipes his hand on his jacket and inhales the river’s air. The trees bordering it are — for once — still.

“You romanticize everything”, Arthur mumbles, leaning on Francis’ arm. He glares at Francis for a moment. “And the cold will make you sick.” Sighing, he stands and tugs at Francis’ arm to get him up.

However, Francis stays seated and looks out onto the water. “I am already sick, dear.” He chuckles and looks to the clouds, then down to their reflection on the churning water.

Arthur’s breath catches uneasily. “I asked you not to talk about that.” Walking away, he sits on a fallen tree near Francis, who sits directly on the sand. Never before — before the sickness, before God — would Francis had let his clothing touch something so dirty.

“I don’t know why you won’t accept what is reality”, Francis murmurs, voice nearly swallowed in the waves. “You will still be able to visit me everyday. I will reside with God, in the water.”

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Fruk, Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.

“I want to add an extra bone to your body. Right now.”

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baiser-moi-cheri:

fortroughs:

fortroughs:

i wasn’t kidding you guys when i said that i drew really dumb fruk.

this is half an appreciation post for the funniest FrUK couple that I know

I’M REBLOGGING THIS FOR BOTH KATT AND HANNAH.

OMG

also uhm

here u go

fortroughs:

i wasn’t kidding you guys when i said that i drew really dumb fruk.

this is half an appreciation post for the funniest FrUK couple that I know

I’M REBLOGGING THIS FOR BOTH KATT AND HANNAH.

fortroughs:

i wasn’t kidding you guys when i said that i drew really dumb fruk.

this is half an appreciation post for the funniest FrUK couple that I know

more of arthur’s obsession with spoons.

direct questions here ok she’s the one that started it.

i wasn’t kidding you guys when i said that i drew really dumb fruk.

this is half an appreciation post for the funniest FrUK couple that I know

so i was drawing and this came out

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Cagamosis any pair you feel like

Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.

It started with their average, after-sex smoke. Marianne passed the cigarette to Arthur, who took a small drag and leaned back.

They had been married for almost two years—Arthur and Marianne had met when Arthur had began playing locally with his band, and Marianne had charmed him ever so nicely. Within a few months they married, and the days had been filled with both sex and screams.

That’s why, when Marianne took a drag before passing it to Arthur, she lingered for a moment.

“…Arthur. We need to talk.”

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Gymnophoria FrUK

Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.

Francis had been cooking at the stove when he felt the stare.

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