Anyone Want Some Kitties?

Romano: You killed the love of my life!

Spain: I’m the love of your life?

Romano: I don’t know, I’m still angry at you!

I’ve seen the headcanons that the earlier someone started playing minecraft, the older their player character is (even though they don’t look it). For example, Etho would be an “early player” because he started his channel super early.

Now.

Yk how Iskall was a play-tester for Minecraft’s alpha stage? Yup. Iskall would be one of the oldest players in existence.

Welp, seems like my first post on this damned site is a shitty prucan sketch. Enjoy, u thirsty fuckers

T H A N K

Plz,,,,,, Liechtenstein gif,,,,,, t h a n k

BAM

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I know that the question was about drawing IN cosplay, but fuck that. Have one of my shitty sketches, this time of the awesome man behind @askthedanishdork. Keep on being amazing!

It’s easy to look and see humans, but they are not.

Most of them try to forget it.

Some of them revel in it.

The rest of them like to pretend the Nordics are like them. Human. Or as close as their kind can get.

Most of the time it’s easy.

But sometimes...

Sometimes you can’t pretend.

Can’t pretend, because Finland speaks with the freezing northern winds as his voice and he’s a winter storm and a summer hail and thick clouds that cover the sky and block out the sun. His attacks are lighting and his heart beats with the rumble of thunder and he perseveres perseveres perseveres, always gets back up, always comes back, and you never see him coming until it’s too late. He dances under the midnight sun and laughs during polar nights and smirks as the rest of the world falls to the biting cold while he stands strong and unbothered.

And Norway, who’s as deep and mysterious as the northern forests, the Scandes, the fjords. He’s crisscrossing leylines and great waterfalls and vast archipelagos. His joints creak like the wood of ancient evergreens as they grow, his innards stained black by stake burnings and dark plagues, his eyes a mirror of the northern lights. He sings with the voice of the stars, the moon, the aurora, and he’ll ensnare you as easily as he weaves his magic and bends the land to his will.

Iceland consciously hides it from the rest of the world, but in the company of a select few they drop their disguise and breathes a sigh of relief. They’re a duality, scorching volcanoes and freezing arctic, hot and cold, fire and ice. Their eyes burn with flames, lava in their veins, bones of obsidian. Their organs are made of ice, their skin like snow and frost lines their throat and lungs. They breathe smoke and frost, cry ice and lava and their hair is snow and ash.

Most of the time Sweden is normal, but sometimes you tilt your head and he’s scintillating water and the creak of oars and fine metal- and woodwork. His bones are iron, like what they mine and mine and mine in Malmberget, and his heart is a patchwork of water and splotches of land connected by bridges, the city of islands, and if you listen very closely as he speaks you can hear the creaking and clinking of the ice and stone in his lungs and throat which at best muddles his words and at worst keeps them deep in his chest.

Even Denmark, the most normal, is sometimes not a man, but a raging bonfire and burning villages. Glinting gold and shining blades and delicate sculptures of glass. His laugh is the crowing of ravens feeding on the flesh of the fallen, his hair tinged red with the blood of his enemies and his eyes are deep blue blue blue, the same shade as the ocean he once tamed and conquered and ruled.

They speak in riddles only they know, whisper of time and places no one else remember, and laugh as the other nations draw back in wariness and fear.

If they wished to play being normal, let them. But where’s the fun in that?

:3c

AYY! Ace of spades!! Same!

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I MIGHT BE AN IDIOT BUT I JUST REALIZED THAT APH AUSTRALIA DRESSES LIKE STEVE IRWIN AND MY MIND IS BLOWN. I’M SHOOKETH. ????what...????

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