Happy birthday!
♥♥ HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, hyperbeeeam ♥♥
Hope you have a happy birthday Ellie and never stop being awesome \o/
Sigh, I'm gonna miss French classes.
antonio [spain]
Quite simple, actually. Something that is just carved out into your bloodstream, scarlet fever running through and through. Antonio just stands there, wasteland of bodies, corpses, and finally opens his green, green eyes, poison streaming through sunlight, and smiles. Smiles brilliant like a child, yes, just like a child.
He revels in the sensation afterwards, basks in it, the utter calmness afterwards. Lives through it, again and again, playing it out alone, moving in now-regularized syncopations. Following the slow metronome of his breathing, of his heartbeats. Dragging down, down, down with his axe, hooking and pulling out, monstrous swings taken with what used to be delicate hands. Blood, thick and heavy against his cheek, flesh and bone shatters. Wind following, swift and sharp and remembrances of short seconds where the low, dusk sun sinks even further away. Too faraway to reach anymore.
And then, it’s like feeling the blood rush. Flood coming through.
Quiet little moans of bodies about to turn corpses and battle cries that rip open the skies, it’s a nice little song together, he thinks. God, I have destroyed the heathens. Antonio can’t help but let out a little scream of his own, echoing beyond all walls. And smile, feeling the blood between his teeth.
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Original link [here].
S-someone has to draw that. SHUT UP I KNOW THERE'S A LOT OF CONQUISTADOR!SPAIN FANART
I feel bad finding this hot OTL
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francis/antonio [france/spain]
They used to laugh (a lot) and roll around in fields cleared down by yesterday night’s thunderstorms still ringing in young ears. Laughed like thunder and cried like summer rain, scattered around occasionally. Used to dance and sing, high and loud and uninhibited, and say they would until they died in war, together. Imagined that each other was so strong, so strong.
Smiled when it came time to battle, hoping if one died, so would the other. Promised it. Winter came rolling in, fast and harsh. He loves how Antonio smiles when he asks if Francis is ready, wind entangling his golden waves of hair. Rolling like waves of rye in summer storms.
You ready?
Oui, Antonio.
I’m not.
Are you lying?
No, I’m not. Are you?
Yes.
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Original link [here].
Add Prussia to the mix and it'd be the most perfect drabble in the world ;o;
priestnobaka, would tomorrow be a good day to go out? D:
Hope you have a happy birthday Ellie and never stop being awesome \o/
Sigh, I'm gonna miss French classes.
antonio [spain]
Quite simple, actually. Something that is just carved out into your bloodstream, scarlet fever running through and through. Antonio just stands there, wasteland of bodies, corpses, and finally opens his green, green eyes, poison streaming through sunlight, and smiles. Smiles brilliant like a child, yes, just like a child.
He revels in the sensation afterwards, basks in it, the utter calmness afterwards. Lives through it, again and again, playing it out alone, moving in now-regularized syncopations. Following the slow metronome of his breathing, of his heartbeats. Dragging down, down, down with his axe, hooking and pulling out, monstrous swings taken with what used to be delicate hands. Blood, thick and heavy against his cheek, flesh and bone shatters. Wind following, swift and sharp and remembrances of short seconds where the low, dusk sun sinks even further away. Too faraway to reach anymore.
And then, it’s like feeling the blood rush. Flood coming through.
Quiet little moans of bodies about to turn corpses and battle cries that rip open the skies, it’s a nice little song together, he thinks. God, I have destroyed the heathens. Antonio can’t help but let out a little scream of his own, echoing beyond all walls. And smile, feeling the blood between his teeth.
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Original link [here].
S-someone has to draw that. SHUT UP I KNOW THERE'S A LOT OF CONQUISTADOR!SPAIN FANART
I feel bad finding this hot OTL
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francis/antonio [france/spain]
They used to laugh (a lot) and roll around in fields cleared down by yesterday night’s thunderstorms still ringing in young ears. Laughed like thunder and cried like summer rain, scattered around occasionally. Used to dance and sing, high and loud and uninhibited, and say they would until they died in war, together. Imagined that each other was so strong, so strong.
Smiled when it came time to battle, hoping if one died, so would the other. Promised it. Winter came rolling in, fast and harsh. He loves how Antonio smiles when he asks if Francis is ready, wind entangling his golden waves of hair. Rolling like waves of rye in summer storms.
You ready?
Oui, Antonio.
I’m not.
Are you lying?
No, I’m not. Are you?
Yes.
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Original link [here].
Add Prussia to the mix and it'd be the most perfect drabble in the world ;o;
priestnobaka, would tomorrow be a good day to go out? D: