Re: LATFF [1b/?]
anonymous
August 27 2010, 07:52:48 UTC
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“Rise and shine, Alfredo! Check out our new addition!”
Ugh, noise. Alfred groaned and rolled over in his bed, only to be stuck in the back by something sharp. “What the fuck, Gil?!” He looked up at his roommate blearily, but all he could make out of the cackling albino without his glasses was that he was wearing the same thing he always did (skinny jeans, tall combat boots, an “artfully large” tee from Francis that showed off half his chest and collarbones - all in black), had one booted foot up on his bed, and had something massive and pointy shoved right toward him.
He sat up and groped around for his glasses - and, Jesus, his head hurt. “Drank too much,” he croaked out.
“I’ll say dude - I got to the bar and you were passed out in the front!”
Huh, wonder how that happened. Last thing Alfred remembered was seeing that total babe. “Thanks for getting me - “
Gilbert tossed his glasses at him and cut in with “Hey, you owe me! Free booze! Or weed! Maybe both man. Or my rent next month.”
“Darn freeloader,” Alfred grumbled, and then “holy crap is that a deer?!”
Gilbert started up his crazy laugh and hiked up the mounted deer head underneath his arm. “Sweet right? Found it at the Salvation Army this morning, gonna put this in the common area!”
“Er, okay,” Alfred drawled out. How could his friend be so cheerful in the morning anyway? He had a hangover from hell.
Gilbert scoffed. “There is nothing that is not awesome about this deer. You’re just a fuckin’ prissy-ass moron obsessed with proper ~design~ and ~use of space~, Alfredo.” He swung the deer head around to look it in the eye as he addressed it with the utmost seriousness. “They brainwash the little design fags until they can’t see truly inspiring design right in front of their noses, eh, deer?”
By now Alfred had burrowed back into the covers. “We need a better name for it. ‘nd I’m in architecture.”
“Psh, only technically. You design bus stops and shit. Coffee’s brewing, babe, get your ass up. Gonna go show Nils the new housemate - he’ll like it more than you anyway, he’s into mythology and goddamn harsh noise and blood and awesomeness. He’ll dig it.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t rad! I’ve just got the worst headache of my life! And you gotta let me help you name it!”
“Yeah, fine, don’t get your fancy AA panties twisted. And come to breakfast, it’s already noon, lazy ass.”
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Alfred made his way into the common area (still in his AA briefs, just as a nice “screw you” to Gil) with minimal incident, considering that the world spun with every step he took. Gilbert was perched on the broken-down sofa, juggling coffee, his cigarette, and the deer under his arm; Nils had temporarily abandoned his breakfast on the coffee table to put on a record -probably some kind of noise-drone thing.
“Nils,” Alfred whined, “don’t make it something harsh. Hangover.”
Nils glanced over at Alfred before a quiet inquiry of “Stars of the Lid?”
“No,” Gilbert cut in, “nothing happens, boringest shit ever.”
Nils made a noise of disapproval. Alfred suggested Can’s Future Days. “B-side?” Nils asked.
“Is that Bel Air?” A nod. “Fuck yeah! Ow, dude, my head.” Nils laughed at Alfred’s stupidity under his breath.
“Ya know, I don’t get it,” Gilbert started. Alfred groaned - not this again. “Nils, you like kickass noise and punk, blah, blah, blah, but then you listen to cutesy ambient crap.”
“What happened to your face, Alfred?” Nils asked instead, completely ignoring Gilbert.
“Yeah Al!” Apparently Gilbert’s curiosity was enough to ignore the brush-off. “You look like you got decked or something!”
LATFF [1c/?]
anonymous
August 27 2010, 07:54:51 UTC
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Roderich listened to his boss recommend a few dresses for the girl in the dressing room, and sat at the cashier’s desk, tapping his fingers to some half-remembered song.
He was bored. All of the new clothes had been unpacked and brought to the front of the store, he’d cleaned, there wasn’t anything to do until a new customer came in. Or Nils came in and he got off of work for the day.
Though he still had a tutoring session later - and was tonight that performance? He should check his calendar. He whipped out his phone to see, and then the door chimed.
“Hello,” he called from the back of the small space. Sound carried pretty well, what with the hardwood floors and minimal interior. He walked up to the front to greet the young woman who had come in. “Welcome to Ombre, have you been in? I’m Roderich.”
She seemed taken aback by his presence and he sighed internally. He was better at addressing men’s clothing needs; the women always seemed skittish around him.
“I’m actually here to see Francis?” she squeaked. “I think he said he was the owner?”
“Ah, er, yes,” Roderich replied. “He’s helping someone out now, but -”
“Hello dear,” Francis pranced over and into the conversation, “were you the one who was looking for the Alexander Wang last week?” Before she could do more than nod, Francis grabbed her by the arm and whisked her to the women’s side of the store, going on about the pieces he’d bought at the fall trunk shows this year, and there was some new A.P.C. and Vena Cava in...
Half an hour later the shop was empty but for the two of them. Roderich sighed. “I don’t get it. Women come into the shop and go straight to you. Women meet us at a gallery opening and go straight to you. You come to my performances and women go straight to you.”
Francis gave a light laugh. “You need something more distinguishing when you’re with the likes of me,” he winked at Roderich, who was so used to it by now it didn’t register. “You dress nicely, of course - I wouldn’t let you work here if you didn’t - that vest looks fantastic, by the way, navy suits you - but...you do lack a little...something, in your appearance...” Here Francis leaned back and scrutinized him like a painting he was trying to understand while Roderich tried not to fidget under his gaze.
“You should get glasses!” Francis exclaimed at last, clapping his hands.
“Glasses? But I don’t need glasses,” Roderich frowned.
“Ah, they would look so good on you, come here, let us find you some,” and Roderich was whisked to the computer to find some exemplary glasses online.
The door chimed and they both looked up, only to find Nils coming in for his shift.
“Nils, beautiful, come here and help Roderich and I pick out a pair of glasses. Don’t you think he would look fantastic with glasses?”
Nils shrugged. Francis draped himself over the smaller man’s shoulders. “You cannot say you have no opinion - I know you know style. Look at this,” he picked at Nils’ shirt, “it’s a simple t-shirt with some straps, but you carry it so well. And it matches the straps and buckles on your boots,” here his hand ran down Nils’ upper arm, “so...what do you think?” what breathed against the man’s ear.
Nils looked to Roderich and mumbled a “nothing too bulky.”
Francis sighed. “It’s like hitting on a brick wall,” he deadpanned over toward Roderich.
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This was it. Matthew took a deep breath to steady himself. His dream girl, the girl he’d had a crush on for two years now, the girl who had started the University’s community gardens, and the Vegan and Vegetarian alliance, and the campaign for bike lanes on campus, and, and - Oh, God, everything about her was perfect - except she had only noticed him a grand total of two times. Once was when they were on a hike with the University’s Environmental Club and she’d asked him for water (he kept the canteen in his desk drawer, still unwashed), and the other was when she had almost run into him on her fixed gear.
He stood by the entrance to the fair-trade coffeeshop she worked at and admired her from the door. No one seemed to notice him, but he was used to that by now. When he was working in the local bike shop, no one really seemed to know he was there until he was right in front of them.
LATFF [1d/?]
anonymous
August 27 2010, 07:57:58 UTC
Okay, Matthew. Just step right up front. She’s the only one working.
He stood as authoritatively as he could in front of the counter; still, it was a few minutes before he was noticed.
“Oh, sorry about that! Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Matthew laughed a little. “That usually happens when I’m here - er, I mean, no one notices me, not, er, I mean you’re fine - I mean, the customer service is fine -” Oh God he was blushing terribly, he just knew it.
“...right. So...what would you like, sir?”
“Matthew,” he said.
“Huh?”
“I mean, my name’s Matthew.”
“Oh. Ah, yeah, my name’s Elizabeta.”
Matthew just barely refrained from saying “I know” immediately. She stood there waiting on his order and he stood there blushing, before she asked “So...you come here a lot then?”
“Erm, kinda,” was the reply. “Though, I’m not going to be around next semester...I’m studying abroad in Fr-”
“ELIZA!” drowned out whatever Matthew was going to say. Elizabeta’s attention was diverted to the fellow in ripped jeans, nose piercing, oddly chopped hair, and large eyebrows marching toward the counter.
“Arthur!” she chirped. “Glad to see you’re alive - when I left the show you could barely stand.”
Matthew was forgotten in the banter between the two friends.
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“Antonio,” Francis murmured as he grabbed the strap to the other man’s tank top, “why do you have to wear such atrocious things? You would look so nice in a button-up.”
Antonio just laughed as Francis sat down on the couch and threw an arm around his shoulders. “This is comfortable. I don’t need to look fancy.”
Francis let the arm around the shoulders pick at the strap again, while his other began pushing up the fabric covering Antonio’s stomach. “But it’s so nice when you do look, as you put it, fancy.” Antonio just hummed, so Francis continued. “And I am the owner of Ombre, it wouldn’t be hard to give you a discount...”
At this Antonio laughed cheerfully. “I work for a CSA! I don’t need to look nice at all!”
Francis let his hand ride up underneath the shirt and leaned in to nuzzle Antonio’s neck, placing a soft trail of kisses down it. “Regardless, I don’t want to see you in this any longer.”
Antonio gasped and then let out a breathy “Oh. Okay.”
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God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together? I was gonna make Francis and Antonio swingery folk, but I might just have to make them both be in an open relationship, or something. We’ll see. Anyway, for September we’ve got a bunch of people coming back into town for school! Except for Canada. He’s vanishing for a while. Oh and if anyone’s curious about ages, for the most part they’re the cannon ones if they exist (Iceland just turned 18 here, Canada is 20, Prussia and Norway are 21, Hungary is 22, Austria is 23)
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anonymous
August 27 2010, 08:07:33 UTC
A/N: Francis talking to Nils should be "Roderich and me" (I was going back and forth between two different sentences, sigh) and it should say "he breathed against his ear" not "what breathed etc etc"
SleepyFAIL. Which means there are probably one billion more typos I didn't catch.
KJAHKJWAN AUTHOR ANON I LOVE YOU I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT'S TO COME. ugh this looks to be shaping up into something brilliant and hilarious, I smiled through the entire thing < 3
AND YES MULTIPLE FILLS ARE TOTALLY ENCOURAGED BY ME TOO
"God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together?"
MY OTP THX. Spread the word lolol, this pairing is completely underrated imo
I'll leave a proper review when I am actually coherent, until then, ahhhhh < 3333
Sketch Dump #3
anonymous
September 18 2010, 02:22:36 UTC
So February’s ~2/3 of the way done, but I’m kinda busy this weekend and I’m updating this other fill so here are some sketches to tide y’all over!
Also: YOU GUYS ROCK SO HARD <3<3<3<3 /HEARTSPAM I wish I could reply to everyone but there’s that whole “taking up comment space” issue so just lemme say THANKS FOR BEING AWESOME :D
Also also: To the anon who wanted to see the fem versions of characters - workin’ on it! Fem!Romano’s about halfway done - anyone in particular you want to see? Fem!Netherlands is up in the Halloween sketch dump btw.
Sadiq and his crazy attire/piercings: http://i56.tinypic.com/2aaljbb.jpg It’s kind of impossible to find official art of his face. So, er, whatever.
Roderich lookin’ cute: http://i52.tinypic.com/uwsh3.jpg I drew him in a tiny corner of my sketchbook which sucks because I really want to draw his shoes. They are classy. Black pointed-toe oxfords, yo.
Re: Sketch Dump #3
anonymous
September 18 2010, 03:00:16 UTC
holy shit you're also a rabid Sweden fangirl. Like seriously him and Sadiq are the two characters in the whole series I wish were real people.... and fuck you've given Sadiq some kick ass piercings there for making him hotter and Berwald is dressed like how I wold dress a tall handsome hunk of Scandinavian man so yeah loving that too...
And Roderich would so wear oxfords. I can't imagine him in Anything else.
dammit now i want to give you fan art of the Au... wold that be cool with you?
“Rise and shine, Alfredo! Check out our new addition!”
Ugh, noise. Alfred groaned and rolled over in his bed, only to be stuck in the back by something sharp. “What the fuck, Gil?!” He looked up at his roommate blearily, but all he could make out of the cackling albino without his glasses was that he was wearing the same thing he always did (skinny jeans, tall combat boots, an “artfully large” tee from Francis that showed off half his chest and collarbones - all in black), had one booted foot up on his bed, and had something massive and pointy shoved right toward him.
He sat up and groped around for his glasses - and, Jesus, his head hurt. “Drank too much,” he croaked out.
“I’ll say dude - I got to the bar and you were passed out in the front!”
Huh, wonder how that happened. Last thing Alfred remembered was seeing that total babe. “Thanks for getting me - “
Gilbert tossed his glasses at him and cut in with “Hey, you owe me! Free booze! Or weed! Maybe both man. Or my rent next month.”
“Darn freeloader,” Alfred grumbled, and then “holy crap is that a deer?!”
Gilbert started up his crazy laugh and hiked up the mounted deer head underneath his arm. “Sweet right? Found it at the Salvation Army this morning, gonna put this in the common area!”
“Er, okay,” Alfred drawled out. How could his friend be so cheerful in the morning anyway? He had a hangover from hell.
Gilbert scoffed. “There is nothing that is not awesome about this deer. You’re just a fuckin’ prissy-ass moron obsessed with proper ~design~ and ~use of space~, Alfredo.” He swung the deer head around to look it in the eye as he addressed it with the utmost seriousness. “They brainwash the little design fags until they can’t see truly inspiring design right in front of their noses, eh, deer?”
By now Alfred had burrowed back into the covers. “We need a better name for it. ‘nd I’m in architecture.”
“Psh, only technically. You design bus stops and shit. Coffee’s brewing, babe, get your ass up. Gonna go show Nils the new housemate - he’ll like it more than you anyway, he’s into mythology and goddamn harsh noise and blood and awesomeness. He’ll dig it.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t rad! I’ve just got the worst headache of my life! And you gotta let me help you name it!”
“Yeah, fine, don’t get your fancy AA panties twisted. And come to breakfast, it’s already noon, lazy ass.”
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Alfred made his way into the common area (still in his AA briefs, just as a nice “screw you” to Gil) with minimal incident, considering that the world spun with every step he took. Gilbert was perched on the broken-down sofa, juggling coffee, his cigarette, and the deer under his arm; Nils had temporarily abandoned his breakfast on the coffee table to put on a record -probably some kind of noise-drone thing.
“Nils,” Alfred whined, “don’t make it something harsh. Hangover.”
Nils glanced over at Alfred before a quiet inquiry of “Stars of the Lid?”
“No,” Gilbert cut in, “nothing happens, boringest shit ever.”
Nils made a noise of disapproval. Alfred suggested Can’s Future Days. “B-side?” Nils asked.
“Is that Bel Air?” A nod. “Fuck yeah! Ow, dude, my head.” Nils laughed at Alfred’s stupidity under his breath.
“Ya know, I don’t get it,” Gilbert started. Alfred groaned - not this again. “Nils, you like kickass noise and punk, blah, blah, blah, but then you listen to cutesy ambient crap.”
“What happened to your face, Alfred?” Nils asked instead, completely ignoring Gilbert.
“Yeah Al!” Apparently Gilbert’s curiosity was enough to ignore the brush-off. “You look like you got decked or something!”
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Roderich listened to his boss recommend a few dresses for the girl in the dressing room, and sat at the cashier’s desk, tapping his fingers to some half-remembered song.
He was bored. All of the new clothes had been unpacked and brought to the front of the store, he’d cleaned, there wasn’t anything to do until a new customer came in. Or Nils came in and he got off of work for the day.
Though he still had a tutoring session later - and was tonight that performance? He should check his calendar. He whipped out his phone to see, and then the door chimed.
“Hello,” he called from the back of the small space. Sound carried pretty well, what with the hardwood floors and minimal interior. He walked up to the front to greet the young woman who had come in. “Welcome to Ombre, have you been in? I’m Roderich.”
She seemed taken aback by his presence and he sighed internally. He was better at addressing men’s clothing needs; the women always seemed skittish around him.
“I’m actually here to see Francis?” she squeaked. “I think he said he was the owner?”
“Ah, er, yes,” Roderich replied. “He’s helping someone out now, but -”
“Hello dear,” Francis pranced over and into the conversation, “were you the one who was looking for the Alexander Wang last week?” Before she could do more than nod, Francis grabbed her by the arm and whisked her to the women’s side of the store, going on about the pieces he’d bought at the fall trunk shows this year, and there was some new A.P.C. and Vena Cava in...
Half an hour later the shop was empty but for the two of them. Roderich sighed. “I don’t get it. Women come into the shop and go straight to you. Women meet us at a gallery opening and go straight to you. You come to my performances and women go straight to you.”
Francis gave a light laugh. “You need something more distinguishing when you’re with the likes of me,” he winked at Roderich, who was so used to it by now it didn’t register. “You dress nicely, of course - I wouldn’t let you work here if you didn’t - that vest looks fantastic, by the way, navy suits you - but...you do lack a little...something, in your appearance...” Here Francis leaned back and scrutinized him like a painting he was trying to understand while Roderich tried not to fidget under his gaze.
“You should get glasses!” Francis exclaimed at last, clapping his hands.
“Glasses? But I don’t need glasses,” Roderich frowned.
“Ah, they would look so good on you, come here, let us find you some,” and Roderich was whisked to the computer to find some exemplary glasses online.
The door chimed and they both looked up, only to find Nils coming in for his shift.
“Nils, beautiful, come here and help Roderich and I pick out a pair of glasses. Don’t you think he would look fantastic with glasses?”
Nils shrugged. Francis draped himself over the smaller man’s shoulders. “You cannot say you have no opinion - I know you know style. Look at this,” he picked at Nils’ shirt, “it’s a simple t-shirt with some straps, but you carry it so well. And it matches the straps and buckles on your boots,” here his hand ran down Nils’ upper arm, “so...what do you think?” what breathed against the man’s ear.
Nils looked to Roderich and mumbled a “nothing too bulky.”
Francis sighed. “It’s like hitting on a brick wall,” he deadpanned over toward Roderich.
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This was it. Matthew took a deep breath to steady himself. His dream girl, the girl he’d had a crush on for two years now, the girl who had started the University’s community gardens, and the Vegan and Vegetarian alliance, and the campaign for bike lanes on campus, and, and - Oh, God, everything about her was perfect - except she had only noticed him a grand total of two times. Once was when they were on a hike with the University’s Environmental Club and she’d asked him for water (he kept the canteen in his desk drawer, still unwashed), and the other was when she had almost run into him on her fixed gear.
He stood by the entrance to the fair-trade coffeeshop she worked at and admired her from the door. No one seemed to notice him, but he was used to that by now. When he was working in the local bike shop, no one really seemed to know he was there until he was right in front of them.
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He stood as authoritatively as he could in front of the counter; still, it was a few minutes before he was noticed.
“Oh, sorry about that! Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Matthew laughed a little. “That usually happens when I’m here - er, I mean, no one notices me, not, er, I mean you’re fine - I mean, the customer service is fine -” Oh God he was blushing terribly, he just knew it.
“...right. So...what would you like, sir?”
“Matthew,” he said.
“Huh?”
“I mean, my name’s Matthew.”
“Oh. Ah, yeah, my name’s Elizabeta.”
Matthew just barely refrained from saying “I know” immediately. She stood there waiting on his order and he stood there blushing, before she asked “So...you come here a lot then?”
“Erm, kinda,” was the reply. “Though, I’m not going to be around next semester...I’m studying abroad in Fr-”
“ELIZA!” drowned out whatever Matthew was going to say. Elizabeta’s attention was diverted to the fellow in ripped jeans, nose piercing, oddly chopped hair, and large eyebrows marching toward the counter.
“Arthur!” she chirped. “Glad to see you’re alive - when I left the show you could barely stand.”
Matthew was forgotten in the banter between the two friends.
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“Antonio,” Francis murmured as he grabbed the strap to the other man’s tank top, “why do you have to wear such atrocious things? You would look so nice in a button-up.”
Antonio just laughed as Francis sat down on the couch and threw an arm around his shoulders. “This is comfortable. I don’t need to look fancy.”
Francis let the arm around the shoulders pick at the strap again, while his other began pushing up the fabric covering Antonio’s stomach. “But it’s so nice when you do look, as you put it, fancy.” Antonio just hummed, so Francis continued. “And I am the owner of Ombre, it wouldn’t be hard to give you a discount...”
At this Antonio laughed cheerfully. “I work for a CSA! I don’t need to look nice at all!”
Francis let his hand ride up underneath the shirt and leaned in to nuzzle Antonio’s neck, placing a soft trail of kisses down it. “Regardless, I don’t want to see you in this any longer.”
Antonio gasped and then let out a breathy “Oh. Okay.”
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God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together? I was gonna make Francis and Antonio swingery folk, but I might just have to make them both be in an open relationship, or something. We’ll see. Anyway, for September we’ve got a bunch of people coming back into town for school! Except for Canada. He’s vanishing for a while. Oh and if anyone’s curious about ages, for the most part they’re the cannon ones if they exist (Iceland just turned 18 here, Canada is 20, Prussia and Norway are 21, Hungary is 22, Austria is 23)
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SleepyFAIL. Which means there are probably one billion more typos I didn't catch.
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AUTHOR ANON I LOVE YOU I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT'S TO COME.
ugh this looks to be shaping up into something brilliant and hilarious, I smiled through the entire thing < 3
AND YES MULTIPLE FILLS ARE TOTALLY ENCOURAGED BY ME TOO
"God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together?"
MY OTP THX. Spread the word lolol, this pairing is completely underrated imo
I'll leave a proper review when I am actually coherent, until then, ahhhhh < 3333
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I WANT A MOVIE OF THIS NOW
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This fill has now an ironic beard.
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Also: YOU GUYS ROCK SO HARD <3<3<3<3 /HEARTSPAM I wish I could reply to everyone but there’s that whole “taking up comment space” issue so just lemme say THANKS FOR BEING AWESOME :D
Also also: To the anon who wanted to see the fem versions of characters - workin’ on it! Fem!Romano’s about halfway done - anyone in particular you want to see? Fem!Netherlands is up in the Halloween sketch dump btw.
Nils being Nils: http://i53.tinypic.com/120pcwn.jpg
Imagine he’s wearing shades of black, gray, and charcoal.
Feliks on NYE: http://i53.tinypic.com/2vrspco.jpg
I sorta forgot his bag of vodka and cranberry juice. Whoops.
Sadiq and his crazy attire/piercings: http://i56.tinypic.com/2aaljbb.jpg
It’s kind of impossible to find official art of his face. So, er, whatever.
Roderich lookin’ cute: http://i52.tinypic.com/uwsh3.jpg
I drew him in a tiny corner of my sketchbook which sucks because I really want to draw his shoes. They are classy. Black pointed-toe oxfords, yo.
BERWALD: http://i54.tinypic.com/3477m9j.jpg
Guess who shaves. *drools* Ugh Sweden is so sexy.
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I'm pretty surprised I haven't already done that, actually.
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And Roderich would so wear oxfords. I can't imagine him in Anything else.
dammit now i want to give you fan art of the Au... wold that be cool with you?
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/incoherent flails
/incoherent everything
/generally incoherent
<3
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oh yeah i saw fem!netherlands, she's hot~*~
tina would be cool! o:
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