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#hws england rp
koolkat9 · 1 year
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i wanted to do arthur and little baby matthew but arthur starts being mean out of nowhere
Noooooooo! Arthur this isn't 2012s fanfiction 😭
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secret-waleseng-stash · 5 months
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To be honest, I kind of want to do a WalesEng rp. If anyone is up for it.
Not picky about style. I've rped on Discord and on Tumblr. And I have rped both England and Wales.
Open to pretty much anything as long as it's not permanent character death, underage or noncon. Also if it turns nsfw, no water sports or scat.
Also even if we stay away from nsfw, I am 18+ and would like my partner to be 18+ as well.
And...I think that covers it all. DM me or something if interested.
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yeehawhan · 2 years
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a single parent au I drew up because I'm in the need for some angst >:)
Alone.
Well, almost. In caring for his small son, yes, Arthur couldn’t have felt more alone, but the luxury of actually having a few moments to himself was one that didn’t come often to the young brit. He’d met Alfred’s mother in college, the very beginning of his senior year. She was his best friend. They both were business majors, and having most of their classes together led to a quick and strong bond between them. It was right before the end of the fall semester that the pair headed to an off campus party, and one drunken, hardly remembered one night stand later, little Alfred had come into the world. Before he was born, and even in the early months of the pregnancy, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be a father. He wanted to start his own business, grow it into a global superpower. But as time went on, as she began buying clothes, supplies, and talking about what they could do with him, he started to warm up to the idea. Raising a child with his best friend might not be that bad after all. As the months grew closer to nine, he found himself getting excited, thinking of names, bragging to his small group of friends at the time that he was going to be the best dad he possibly could be. Waiting for the day his son came into the world was both the most anxiety inducing and exciting thing he had ever done. Their bags were packed, nursery ready in the apartment to two now shared.
And then everything went wrong.
His mother had to have an emergency c-section, complications Arthur didn’t understand and could hardly process when they told him things had gone wrong, and ushered him out into the waiting room, cutting him off from the two most important people in his life. It was an excruciating four hours, pacing back and forth in the waiting room with the few friends who had come for support watching him, wishing they could help more. His worst fears came true as they came to tell him that she didn’t make it through, but his baby boy was unscathed, and he could see him in a few moments. That was 2 years ago. The two still lived in the same apartment, Arthur wanting to keep memories of her alive so Alfred would know her, at least a little bit. There were a few pictures in the boy’s room, hung on the walls near his crib. Arthur was glad he had his boy, of course, he loved him more than anything, but a part of him still missed her. He never got to see what their life may have become together. He’d never felt so...
Alone. 
Despite everything he gave Alfred the best childhood he could. And with that, the two were busy, busy, busy, going to everything around them that a child would enjoy. Museums, libraries, parks, zoos, everything that Arthur could find for the apple of his eye. Today, he’d found a library doing a small event for local children, a small story time and craft activity that he thought the boy would like. So off they went, bundled up in the crisp English air, Alfred more so than his father. He may as well have been a ball of bubble wrap in his arms, but the sunny little boy didn’t mind. It was only a ten minute walk from their flat, and the warm air of the library was welcoming as he helped the boy get unbundled, hanging their coats together as the boy quickly found the group of children playing while they waited for the event to begin. The elder Brit took a slow, contented breath. Seeing the boy this happy made everything so worth the struggle. He decided that with the small break he had, the children being watched by some attendants, he would peruse the adult fiction section, looking for something he could read while the event was going on. His hands were stuck in his pockets, his slightly oversized tweed jacket bunched up behind him, showing the plain white t-shirt underneath, tucked into his dark trousers, held in place with a simple black belt. He didn’t pay much mind to the few other patrons around him, glancing over the titles of the books in front of him.
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melonocncily · 2 years
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THIS IS A REPOST OF MY ORIGINAL POST! I AM STILL VERY INTERESTED! PLEASE DM
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dapotatoauthor · 2 years
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Went back to me and my friend’s rp and I just saw my reply I—
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I ALMOST CHOKED IM SOBBING SKSNNSNS I DID ARTHUR DIRTY
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findyourrp · 7 months
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I am a 21+ person with 10 years experience looking for hetalia rp for my hws Portugal. I'm looking primarily for lit detail heavy writing (though I do enjoy silly short things as well). I am looking primarily for a Spain, however I am also interested in England, Netherlands, turkey, as well as others! If you leave a comment I'll reach out! If leaving a comment, if you could put what character you write that would be awesome!! 🍅
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brassandblue · 2 years
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♔ a personification of the nation of england ♔
♔ hetalia-based, semi-canon divergent, historical & modern ♔
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♔ Semi-private, indie, very selective, multishipping. 
♔ Open to AUs and cross-canon interactions.
♔ READ THE RULES BEFORE INTERACTING!
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modernday-jay · 2 years
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teenage dirtbag au: allen and arthur are little punks who spend their free time smoking, making out, and making fun of the school’s quarterback 
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trealamh · 2 years
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from Dunkirk (wip), a short scene
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Alasdair looks away. Exhales, and Francis would take it for a sigh with the way it seems to weigh him down. Early dusk settles in his eyes and blends the rust around the iris with the queer shadow of brown that fractures the green of his left eye like a stain on parchment. Francis has never seen eyes like his, mismatched and stern. But he has known beauty like his; has seen it in the faces of the workmen that populate the docks and public houses across the straight. It's the rough cut of his jaw and his crooked nose that lend his face a handsome asymmetry, and in that way perhaps, his eyes are well suited to him. What seems almost out of place is the thickness of his lashes, the same dark auburn as his hair and glinting like copper wire when it catches the light.
Francis thinks, not for the first time, that it is a cruel thing to find the ordinary lovely and never be allowed to hold it. To touch it. Keep it for himself. For what cause could there be to brush the pad of his thumb over the span of another man's eyelashes when they are in the midst of war? What excuse could he find in times of peace?
He has almost forgotten what brought them here, to this sheltered field, when Alasdair finally shifts, angling his body back towards him and reaches into the front pocket of his uniform to pull out a stack of letters four envelopes thick. Holds them in his hands like they are a living thing and rests his forearms on his knees, his shoulders bowing like he could shelter the tight script spelling out an address on the Borders from the world that is falling to pieces around them.
"I've a brother left," he begins haltingly and if Francis cannot lend him the words to share his secrets, he can at least grant Alasdair the patience to let him find them for himself. "Younger."
"By how much?" Francis asks and hates how awkwkardly the question sits on his tongue, it’s phrasing odd and removed from what he truly wants to know.
"Younger," is all Alasdair says a little gruffly and Francis does not press but wonders silently whether by younger Alasdair means that he has been spared the draft. "Arthur," he continues after a pause. "My brother's name is Arthur."
He straightens enough to look past the derelict wall that stands between them and the open field beyond, and Francis has no way of knowing what he sees in place of the barren ground and the thick fog of burning petrol that even the ocean breeze so near the coast cannot clear.
"Goes red about the ears when he's angry," Alasdair snorts, lips curling into a smile as he lowers his gaze the the letters in his hands. "I used to hide his left shoe when we were weans—just the left one, to cross him. He'd chase me around the house at a hobble, red as a loon and shouting the roof down until I pulled it down from the shelf or the door frame. Wherever I'd left it so he couldn't reach it. Pelted him on the back with it if he went off in a huff. Only one time...I don't remember why it started, or who did, or what I'd done but I remember that Arthur was angry. Furious," he stresses. "I had never seen him so angry before. It must have been right after Dai had gone or maybe... maybe when our ma first started coughing, I cannae remember. All I ken is that I turned around one day and Arthur was grown. Still a bairn, mind," he clarifies with a humourless half-smile, "But old around he eyes. Like something had stolen the lightness right from the core of him and left him hollow when I wasnae looking, and I couldnae stand it."
"Couldnae, so I went and hid his blasted shoe like I'd done before. Thinking— I don't ken that I was thinking. All I'd wanted was something, anything from him other than silence. So I went and put them in with the milk crate out back, one half of his only pair that fit. And Arthur— he just stared at me. Looked me right in the eye before turning around and walking out the door, all determination. One socked foot squelching in the mud, the other sticking to the ground with how hard he was stomping. Made it all the way to the schoolhouse like that even when I chased after him," he breathes a laugh again, softer than a scoff this time, almost fond. "Mum had me scrubbing that bloody sock clean until my knuckles were raw. Should’ve had Arthur do it, the stubborn prick." There is an obvious care in the way he tightens his grip on the letterss, careful not to fold them any further than they were in transit. "Stubborn," he repeats again, and it sounds to Francis like praise; rings of fond, frustrated admiration.
Alasdair’s throat clicks when he swallows.
“I miss him,” he says, and Francis in all his selfishness aches to be loved half so well as the man before him loves the memory of his brother.
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gremblim · 2 years
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Angwy F Jones
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captkirkland · 3 years
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will i ever stop drawing weird cardverse arthur concepts... probably not
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koolkat9 · 2 years
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I think Francis, Arthur, Ludwig and Afonso should all kiss.
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feliciohno · 2 years
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theyre having a moment its okay
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nerdylilbug · 3 years
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Comforting words while stranded at sea.
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melonocncily · 2 years
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Looking for Roleplay Mates!!!
Hi Hi HI!!!
Soo... 
I REALLY miss roleplaying and have had absolutely no luck finding any mates. I've had to drop my last role playing mate for reasons that don’t matter and have been absolutely itching to do it again! :’‘)
Here’s the part I’m nervous about... would anybody even be interested in actually roleplaying with me in 2022? I made a separate blog; but I don’t even know what this is like or how people would be interested in doing this! Talk about getting into it on tumblr super late!
I am also willing, and even PREFER roleplaying on discord. My discord is lunax#8528 that is, if you want to skip the small talk and get right into it! I am more than happy to! I just would want your triggers list ^^'
I roleplay how I perceive APH England, APH America, APH France, APH Prussia, APH Spain, APH Romano, APH Germany and APH Japan! I am totally willing to try other things and fit what you’re best at! 
As for ship content! I am pretty much cool with anything as long as it’s not weird. My favorites that I am best at writing and prefer writing would be USUK (I adore usuk I would KILL for a usuk partner), FRUK, SPUK, PRUK (I’m seeing a pattern here), Ameripan, Rusame, Asakiku, etc! 
I am aware USUK is a touchy topic for some people! And respect that in it’s entirety
I am 18+, but if we were to do any NSFW content I would prefer it if it was not in the open! Preferably in dms or private but I am not against NSFW content!  If that's what you'd be interested in, feel free to dm ^^
If anyone would be interested, please interact with this post! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I will do my best to hunt you down to see if we can do something^^
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dranoko · 3 years
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more rp au doodles
francis has a full beard coz he’s a runaway prince btw gotta be in disguise yknow
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