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artemiswolfheart · 1 year
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A piece that I forgot to post! An art trade with the lovely @cheshanoneko-draws !!
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glitchinnf · 2 years
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they r dense
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charlottexia · 1 year
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【永盟萬載漢化組】親愛的可愛天使 [36p]
CP:永盟-葡英 作者:CHI-RON Rating:不是R拾捌
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snoozerin · 1 month
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nyos :]
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kyyypo · 6 months
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i do want to draw smt for halloween but then again, i got nothing 😔 maybe ill save it for xmas,,,
anyway the ref is under the cut ! ive always wanted to draw whatever this pose is
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rosesandalfazemas · 1 month
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I asked for a commission for myself!! Made by ArGodzilla!. Look at this masterpiece!
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rainrhine · 3 months
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💚🩵
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PortEng (nyota!Eng)
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perhapstoma · 11 days
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Nyo Portugal is my religion
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wtfbroa · 1 month
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0mega-x · 8 months
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Idc what anyone says but in terms of historical ships in Europe ScotFra and PortEng are like >>>>>
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olympeline · 2 months
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I love some angsty, bitterly-unrequited-but-eventually-accepted-because-there’s-no-other-choice-love satelliting around my OTPs. It’s so cruel but so, so good (T▽T)
Gimme Scotland still carrying a torch for sophisticated, sensual, sexy France hundreds of years after the Auld Alliance ends. Gimme modern day Portugal unable to forget and still longing for his days of swashbuckling alongside wanton, wild, wicked England
Gimme both of them watching first in confident disbelief, then in confused bewilderment, then in heart stung denial, then in anger and despair, as the respective objects of the affection shock the world by doing the unthinkable and falling for each other. Going from bitterest enemies, to heated rivals, to mutual grudging respect, to hesitant friends, to passionate lovers over the course of a few hundred years. Extra points if neither France or England ever truly understood just how bad Scot and Portugal had it for them. If they just saw it as something ordinary, not meant to last: fun, fleeting, and easily forgotten
Scotland loved France, Portugal loved England, both so much it hurt. But France and England’s eyes were always drawn away: across the Dover Strait to each other. No matter how Scotland and Portugal fought for their attention, tried to turn their gazes back to themselves, nothing worked. They couldn’t stand against the tide, swept away in true love’s wake. How to come to terms with the fact their best could never be good enough, simply by virtue of being themselves?
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kaimaciel · 10 months
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Portugal: Are you coming to bed?
England: I can't. This is important.
Portugal: What?
England: Someone is wrong on the internet.
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glitchinnf · 2 years
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your honor. they are GAY
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petrichorin · 1 year
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feelings they come and they go
not with you
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oumaheroes · 11 months
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Food Poisoning
You guys didn’t think I’d only give @needcake angst for her birthday, did you? I would never
Cake present number one
Characters: England, Portugal/ engport
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As soon as he heard his front door and the sound of shoes being kicked off, Portugal lifted his head from his sofa cushion in preparation. ‘Don’t.’
‘What?’
‘Don’t say anything.’
England appeared in the doorway of the living room. His eyes flicked over Portugal where he was sprawled out on the sofa, all the way from his tousled hair to his terrible, oversized pyjamas, and the very telling wash bucket by his head.
‘Don’t.’ Portugal told him again.
‘I wasn’t going to.’
‘You want to.’ Portugal buried his face into the cushion under his head and closed his eyes, ‘I can feel it.’
‘I would never.’ England perched on the edge of the sofa by Portugal’s middle and brushed the hair away from his cheeks to lay over one shoulder, ‘What was it?’
Portugal mumbled something and England gently laid a hand on his shoulder, ‘What?’
‘…Oysters.’
‘Oysters!’ England laughed and the sofa bounced nauseatingly, ‘Oh God, Gabe.’
Portugal groaned, ‘Fuck you.’
‘How could you be so stupid.’
‘I’m not stupid. I know how to eat oysters.’
‘Clearly not.’
His face still buried in the cushion, Portugal swung out an arm to swat England in what he hoped was his stomach, ‘They were open. They were freshly caught, they were cooked, and the shells were open.’
England made a sympathetic noise, ‘I’m sure they were. You’ve been deeply betrayed.’
‘Piss off.’
‘No, really. I’m sorry,’ England’s hand was back in his hair, fingers pulling through the strands to catch on the knots, ‘I do believe you. You were simply unlucky. It happens.’
Portugal snorted and turned his head to look at him, ‘Why does it still feel as though you’re enjoying yourself?’
‘Maybe because you enjoyed it when I got sunburnt the other summer?’ England gave a sheepish smile, ‘So, only a little.’
Portugal snorted but couldn’t help but smile back, ‘Ah yes. You were a “trussed up tomato”, was that it?’
‘Christ.’
‘Your words, not mine.’ Portugal’s grimaced and pressed his face down again as a wave of nausea rose up and threatened to overcome him. A hand came to lay on his neck, the palm cool and soothing against his warm skin.
England clicked his tongue in sympathy and began to massage small but firm circles into his muscles with his thumb. ‘Can you keep down water?’
Portugal managed a barely perceptible shake of the head.
‘You’ll be in for a long night then.’
Portugal didn’t trust himself to answer.
England felt his cheeks and his forehead with the back of his hand, lingering for several seconds on each. ‘I’ll come up with a terribly embarrassing nickname for you later,’ he said as he stood. ‘I feel too sorry for you to give you anything now.’
Portugal turned to watch him disappear into the kitchen, where the sounds of water and a kettle boiling soon followed. England returned not long after with a glass of cool water and a hot water bottle, the latter of which he handed to Portugal to rest on his stomach.
‘Do you remember the name of the place?’ England asked him, placing the water on the floor by Portugal’s head. He joined him on the sofa and nudged him to curl on his side and lay his legs across England’s lap,
‘Why?’
‘To give to Francis as a recommendation. He’s still got that photo of me on Instagram that he refuses to take down.’
‘You did look very red.’
‘And he really likes oysters.’
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AN:
The poor and unfortunate sunburn story that was referenced can be read for your enjoyment here
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engportevents · 1 year
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Another year, another EngPort week
And we are back and ready for this year’s event!
This is our 3rd year anniversary, so I decided to do a little something special: there will be a Giveaway!
We will place all participants’ names in a hat and draw a name at random. The winner will receive a gift in the mail from this blog and their winning post will be pinned until next year!
The contest starts the 8th of May, the first day of ENGPORTWEEK. Any form of art posted before that date will not partake in the contest, however, we will still share it on the blog. It ends on the 15th, not a day later, and the winner will be called within the next week.
Thank you all so very much for your patience and participation, and hope to see you very soon!
Here’s the information and, yes, all the new prompts are written! Read the rules, if you haven’t, and share it to your fellow EngPort lover friends!
Art by @chiring-art
The prompts:
Day 1 (May 8th) ~ Surprise/Gift (opening day)
Day 2 (May 9th) ~ 1386
Day 3 (May 10th) ~ Rebuild
Day 4 (May 11th) ~ Home
Day 5 (May 12th) ~ How to lose
Day 6 (May 13th) ~ Endlessly
Day 7 (May 14th) ~ You made it possible
Extra day (May 15th) ~ NOT MANDATORY/Free (closing day)
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