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dogwotah420 · 3 months ago

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I am a 'newgen' fan of Hetalia (about 6 months) but the way some of the newgen fandom acts is just terrible. The fandom is so overly sensitive to literally everything. No one has to agree with me on these points, I just wanted to write it out so other people can see my view.

1) Misusing the term 'proship'

Most fans will use this term to refer to ships like UsUk. Now, I don't like UsUk, and I agree that the ship is a little bit weird, but it is in no way a proship. They are not biologically related and they hardly refer to each other as brothers when they are adults. They don't even really treat each other like family as adults. A real 'proship' would be something like Itacest, where they actually are related. But some Hetalia fans are trying to force their own moral compass onto other people. Just because you think that UsUk is bad and immoral doesn't mean that everyone else has to agree with you. If you think it's a proship, fine. But that doesn't mean you should argue with other fans about it. Just block a person if they ship something you don't like, or have an opinion you don't like. There shouldn't be any harassment or bullying just because someone has an opinion. If someone doesn't agree with me on this, you can block me if you want. I understand because not everyone has to agree with me.

2) Getting overoffended over jokes

Yes, some jokes in both the anime and manga were in extremely poor taste. I won't argue with that. But if you feel the need to make a post complaining about the offensive jokes, then you're in the wrong fandom. Hetalia has always been controversial and offensive to an extent. And the fact that people still complain about it is just crazy. Complain about it to your friends. Not to the entire internet. Or don't complain about it at all. You shouldn't be in a fandom that is notoriously controversial if you're going to get upset at small things like this. And the anime is literally called Hetalia: Axis Powers, did they think it was about world peace or something?

3) Getting offended by someone portraying history accurately

I have literally seen people get offended at people portraying Germany or Prussia etc as a Nazi. They canonically were Nazis. They were canonically Wehrmacht officers. Fans have literally harassed other people and told them to leave the fandom for portraying the characters like that. I don't even know how this is serious. The series majorly takes place during World War II, why would these characters not be Nazis? Maybe they don't agree with everything, like all the ideals, but still in Germany, basically everyone was brainwashed into believing in Nazi beliefs, at least to an extent. Maybe Germany and Prussia didn't believe in it fully, but they would have been influenced at least a little bit. Also, both Germany and Prussia wear an iron cross, which is a Nazi symbol, do people forget that? There are also swastikas shown in the manga. It seems like people are just trying to erase the fact they were literally bad people with bad beliefs. Yes, they have changed, but you can't just ignore this fact.

4) People are wat too influenced by the fandom instead of the actual source content

This goes a long with all of my points before. Do people even watch the anime or read the manga? Why are people getting so offended by things that have been obvious since the beginning? A lot of the fandom tries to ignore some of the 'offensive' stuff, which makes some people forget that the series isn't all happiness and rainbows. It's not perfect. There are bad parts to it. It's ok to like and enjoy a fandom that is a little bit offensive.

5) Shipping

Fans will literally get mad at you if you don't ship only GerIta, FrUk, and/or AmePan. They always have something to complain about and are rude to people because of their ships. I ship basically everything that is legal. But people are so passive aggressive when you say that. I've seen videos of people making edits of rarepairs they like and people will comment 'I don't ship this, but it's cute'... You don't need to comment that you don't ship it. It sounds backhanded. Just say you like the edit and move on. People are also so aggressive toward RusAme shippers. A popular ship. It's okay if you don't like it, but why are you complaining about it in the comments of a sweet edit? Just ignore or block. This applies to characters too. I'll make a video saying I like a character and I'll get comments saying 'I am (character)'s number one hater'.. Okay? I don't care. Keep that to yourself. You don't have to like the characters I like, but why are you commenting it like you're better than me because you don't like them? I will never understand this. People could make beautiful fanart of a ship they like and people will hate in the comments, especially UsUk. I don't like UsUk, but some of the fanart is actually amazing. Why can't people appreciate that?

I'm not sure if all of this is clear or not, but this is just how I feel about the fandom now. I actually hate interacting with people in the fandom because so so so many people act like this... No one has to agree with me because I wouldn't force my opinions onto someone else if they don't like it.

Anyway thanks to anyone who actually read this 😇☝

#hetalia #hetaliahottake #is this a hot take #probably #aph hetalia #aph #hws hetalia #opinion

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vanessalocke · 10 months ago

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UkFr or FrUk gives me the icks because it looks like a relationship that begun when they were kids and France tried something on England because it felt good but England felt abused and discarded so he just did worse to France and they never stopped hurting each other and basically want to destroy the other while hating everything ... Awful dynamic here. How could it break? They don't even have anything in favour

*sigh

I'm asking you if you see Dover based on official Hetalia, or your headcanon?

If it's your headcanon, I have nothing to say. Everyone has their own perspective and I don't want to change anyone's mind.

If you're referring to official Hetalia, then I'll give you evidence to refute your argument. Please note that I don't like official Hetalia, when I make my headcanon, I keep the details I like from official and leave out the details I don't like. But since you messaged me, I'll go over their childhood a little. There are 3 pieces of evidence that show the abuse you're talking about is wrong, at least in official:

England fell asleep while France cut England's hair.

Would you let someone you don't trust touch your hair? Would you sleep in front of someone you don't trust? Would a person do all of those things to someone who abused her/him/them?

England agreed to stay with France when he thought the end of the world was coming.

France thought of England first when he knew he was going to die. England had no intention of escaping France's embrace when he knew he was going to die.

England was very mean-mouthed when standing with France and France always smiled, or had a very calm attitude.

I'll say it straight out that England was spoiled by France. No abused child would be comfortable enough to speak freely like this.

Although the early APH period was a really horrible mess and I hated it, as far as I can remember, even then Himaruya didn't portray the bad things in their childhood.

Let's put the abuse aside for now and talk about your "basically want to destroy the other while hating everything" line. Did you know that Dover isn't just a normal "enemies to lovers" couple?

Their relationship is more complicated than "enemies to lovers". They are a combination of "childhood friends", "closest friends", "rivals", "soulmate", "old married couple". I agree that there are times when their relationship is terrible. However, while they are against each other, they also have a soft side for each other. They are very soft on each other when they see each other sad. They show concern for each other many times when they see each other hurt, if you actually watch the anime.

They were just two stupid kids playing stupidly together throughout their childhood. And they maintained that stupidity with each other throughout their lives. One thing was clear, they were comfortable and happy in each other's presence.

You really think this is the atmosphere of a perpetrator and an abuse victim?

#fruk #ukfr #aph fruk #aph ukfr #hws fruk #hws ukfr #aph france #aph england #hws france #hws england

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lucien-lachance · 3 months ago

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“How long have you known?”

Hi, Nonny, sorry this took longer than I'd hoped! It's tough getting these two to actually talk to each other when one or both of them are upset.

Thank you for prompting me to actually write this idea because it's been floating around in my brain for months :')

You can read on here, or over on AO3

From this prompt list~

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“How long have you known?”

Lucien’s voice was distant, a whisper against stiff winds, there and whisked away before it could find purchase in her mind. Tatiana’s gaze fell from Umbra’s empty black wall plaque to her hands. Somehow, they didn’t look right. Her fingers seemed foreign and remote, curled up at her as they were, like claws, tools, weapons, things thrust into her lap by some being or force lording over her like a princess lording over their whipping girl, all callous authority and no care or consideration for her needs and feelings. Even her bonding band, a misplaced thing of silver encrusted with polished onyx.

Seated on the edge of her bed, she clenched them until they ached and trembled. They tingled madly through the sting of her nails biting into her palms. Tears splattered her fists, spotted the soft gray cotton of her nightdress and the coverlet’s embroidered green velvet. Scalding, embarrassing before anyone but her horse or the Sanctuary cats. Before him? Damning.

You are a weapon, she admonished herself, a sob kicking through her chest. You are supposed to be a thing, an unquestioning servant of Sithis and the Night Mother. Not a woman. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This can’t be happening…

But by the Night Mother’s own admission in the shrine beneath the manor, it was happening, and She Herself had willed it to be. Listener, Silencer, or common Murderer there wasn’t a godsdamned thing Tatiana could do about it, for she’d sworn her life and soul to the Void. If nothing else, she owed Them for saving Lucien at Applewatch and giving her lenience enough to negotiate the contract on her father’s life. In a bitter, storybook sort of way, she supposed it was fitting. She’d besought and received much from Them. Only a deluded fool would’ve believed They wouldn’t eventually seek something grave in return. Why it had to be this, though?

Maybe because it scares you so much. She chewed her lip until she tasted blood. Ironic, fitting, or something in between, the Night Mother’s newest orders still seemed another betrayal in a book already cramped and scrawled with them. Nocturnal had abandoned her to her relatives’ twisted machinations. Her mother and father, to the depraved wickedness of the prison’s jailer. And now the Night Mother had relegated Her dearest prophet and weapon to…

One of her hands drifted to her churning stomach. Another sob hitched her breath. Again se bit her lip, tasted more blood, but none of it grounded her as it should.

“Tatiana, look at me.”

Lucien’s voice was firm, now, though not unkind. She flinched at his hand finding her shoulder, too heavy, warm, and sudden a weight to be accepted with gentleness or appreciation. But she mustered her fraying tatters of composure and wiped her wrist across her nose, tears and snot dragging away on her lacy sleeve. A pathetic woman she might be now, but at her core, she was a Listener. She’d Purified and then restored a Sanctuary. Seized the skeptical Black Hand in adamantine fingers. She would not fall to pieces over this.

At least not while under Lucien’s scrutiny.

Blinking through lingering tears, she met his gaze. Time and tragedy were kind to no one, least of all him. Though fresh from the baths and wrapped in his robe of scarlet silk, the evening’s melancholy left him drawn and slouched beside her. The lamps’ tinted mage light cast his olive skin in a sickly, sallow glow and glared off the ever-thickening bands of silver at his temples. Threads atop his head had recently begun to gray, too, graceful yet insidious in their advancement. The crows’ feet sketched around his dark eyes had deepened in the seven years they’d been together, and the lines across his brow seemed taut whether he smiled or slept. Did he notice how time and stress had begun etching themselves around her eyes and nose, too? Did he ever wonder about how time would bleed the gold and luster from her long, wavy hair? Forget me, she reproved herself. How could She do this to him? Hasn’t he suffered enough?

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, “what did you ask me?”

“How long have you known?” Cool, quiet. Implacable. Almost more an accusation than inquiry.

Maybe she could lie. Hide it just long enough to try to negotiate with the Night Mother, to convince Her she’d do anything be free of this new and terrifying burden. Punishment. Whatever it truly was. “Known what?”

His stare flattened as it twitched pointedly to her stomach, where her hand still rested. “You’ve eaten little this last tenday. You’ve scarcely touched me when we turned in, which, you and I both know is quite uncharacteristic of you.”

She heaved a deep sigh. Her modest night dress left her body entirely to the imagination, yet under his stare, she felt as exposed and helpless as a slave scrutinized at black market auctions. Of course he’d suspected and known. Lucien Lachance missed nothing. For once, could he miss something? Could he not back her into a proverbial corner, force her to admit the things that gutted her to so much as think?

“My blood didn’t come this month,” she began softly, attention dropping like a stone to her hands. Though her panicked heart raced like a bolted horse, she couldn’t feel her fingers. “I didn’t think anything of it at first. Those contraceptive draughts are foolproof. Then I got sick. I told myself over and over that I’d wake up each day and feel better. But it didn’t happen. And then I remembered none of that would’ve been possible anyway, since our rings protect against poison and sickness.” As if to mock them, her onyx-crusted band glinted up at her, like a daedra’s fangs shining in candlelit dark. Scoffing, she bitterly shook her head. Why was he rubbing slow, gentle circles across her back? Husband or no, he should’ve shrunk back. “I intended to see a healer, but when I Listened tonight in the shrine, the Night Mother told me I was…” Words failed her, mouth going sour for what seemed the millionth time. Fresh tears blurred her vision, and cresting panic drowned her thoughts.

“With child,” he murmured, hand stilling. Whatever his expression had been when she began, winter had frozen it over when she finished and looked up, his eyes icier than a Blade of Woe left in a blizzard. “Rid yourself of it. Immediately. Listeners cannot be distracted or taken out of commission for something as useless as a child, Tatiana. You are our leader, our prophet, our-,”

“Nails grow back. Fingers learn to compensate for lost digits. But losing a thumb cripples the hand, and the Listener is the Black Hand’s thumb. I know, I know, I know. Don’t preach to the prophet, Lucien. Don’t,” she warned, thunder in her storm-blue eyes.

But if her pique was thunder, Lucien was a mountain of implacable stone beside her on the bed. “Then you know also what must be done. For all our sakes, you cannot keep it. I don’t care that it’s mine. You shouldn’t care that it’s ours. We made a mistake with the draughts somehow. The cabinet’s seals might weakened, or one of the ingredients themselves might not have fully cured. It was an unfortunate mistake, but a mistake nonetheless, and one that can be rectified. Flush it out now while it’s little more than blood and muck. It will be easier on your body, and your mind.”

‘Flush it out now while it’s little more than blood and muck.’ Tatiana shot to her feet, fingers curling into the fabric over her stomach. Protectively. Possessively. The Night Mother’s orders prowled her mind like a panther circling a wounded doe, but it was Lucien’s callousness, his stamping on a wound she’d fiercely hidden, that sparked her wrath. He knew nothing of her miscarriage years ago, nothing of her shock and anguish and self-loathing in losing little more than blood and muck. Neither did he know that the Night Mother had taken their first child in exchange for his life. He knew nothing of the agony of having such an intimate decision ripped from her without her knowledge, let alone consent. Most gutting of all, he knew nothing of the horror and grief that still haunted her over the little girl that had almost been, whose life had been stolen before it had even begun. And her new terror over potentially losing another and angering the Night Mother.

So no, even if this had been a mistake, as he so callously put it, she would not flush it out at his urging. It was her body. Her decision. And she was Listener, not his Silencer. Her word was law when she chose it to be.

Save for them, Benirus Manor was vacant. They could’ve hurled end tables or chairs or her filigreed china across the regal dining hall below. They could’ve screamed their throats raw, and not a single living soul would’ve known. She wanted to yell. She wanted to scream at how wrong he was and how insulting his words were and how godsdamned unfair it was to be saddled with such a burden after all the other hardships they’d endured. Yet she hadn’t the heart or strength for anything greater than a venomous whisper. “What you and I want doesn’t fucking matter, Lucien. Don’t you understand? It never did and never will! There wasn’t a godsdamned mistake. She told me that. The Night Mother wants this child for Her own purposes and chose us to bear it. She said we must be humbled.�� She jabbed a savage finger to the northeast, where far away in County Cheydinhal, an ancient shrine to Sithis slept deep within the Valus Mountains—the place where they’d pledged themselves to each other in service of the Void and received the Dread Father and Mother’s blessings. The place where they returned to a few times a year to worship their god, revel in the pleasures of flesh and blood, and bask in the intoxicating aura of the Void. The place where, only a few short weeks ago, they’d conceived a child. “Didn’t you think something was different there the last time? That aura in the pool seeming to curl around and through us like never before? She told me we’d grown complacent and forgotten the extent of Their power. So She spoiled our potions like some vengeful god sending locusts to crops. You were fated to raise Ocheeva and Teinaava. And now I’ve been fated to…”

Stomach rolling like a ship in a hurricane, she steadied herself with a hand on one of the carved bedposts. Had she eaten, she knew she’d have fled to the privy again. She sucked in a deep breath. Held it and set her jaw briefly before continuing through her teeth. “I’ve fucked up so much in my life, Lucien. I’ve lost much. Gained much. I have lied. Cheated. Disparaged and antagonized and destroyed lives in nearly every possible way. But when I give my word to my allies, family, or patrons, I keep it. I hate it right now, but I swore my life and soul to Sithis. You did, too. We are bound to Their will in this life and the next. So believe me when I say there is not a thing you could do or say to convince me to flout Her wishes, however sorely I wish there was. She wishes me to do this, and I will. With or without one of Her Speakers at my side. Since you are so intimately involved in the matter, I highly suggest you revise your opinion.”

Stunned to silence, Lucien blinked, her words sinking in like rain on desert clay. Slowly, then all at once and leaving soupy muck behind. For a moment, she swore he’d protest or question her. Perhaps muster the audacity to accuse her of blasphemy by pinning the Night Mother as a scapegoat for their own carelessness. Instead, his shoulders merely sagged, and his mouth twisted like he’d tasted rotten meat. He bowed his head. A penitent awaiting the lashes he knew he deserved. “If She has willed this,” he said, “then I should be ashamed for even suggesting it. I beg Her pardon. And yours.”

Although Tatiana’s faith had deepened over the years, she still struggled to submit to Her will—or that of any authority figure—when it countered her own feelings or logic. Doing so seemed like defeat. Cowardice. She could’ve rebuke him and would’ve been justified in doing so, but the proverbial whips fell from her hands. Why, she couldn’t say, but his swift conviction and resignation sundered the dam in her chest. Sobs shook her shoulders again, then clenched her lungs and throat. She slid down the bedpost and hugged her knees to her chest. Wept openly onto them. The tears burned scalding trails down her cheeks, only to turn jarringly cold as the room’s chill closed in on them. If Lucien thought her weak and pitiful, then fair. She thought herself weak and pathetic and a thousand other things that would’ve devastated any good mother or lover.

Marriage hadn’t softened Lucien. Though fiercely devoted to her, treating her to tenderness, wolfish affections, and macabre romanticism he gifted no one else, the Dark Brotherhood remained his first and deepest devotion, remaining coldly pragmatic in his professional and personal lives; as he passed gracefully into his fifty-first year, he was still as stubborn as an ogre’s corpse on a good day and as venomous and merciless as a pit viper on a bad one. He’d never had patience for emotionality—even hers. Part of her expected him to abandon her to misery as he did when he knew couldn’t offer comfort, or when she, in her own obstinance, refused to see what usually turned out to be wisdom in his blunt counter arguments. He could have and probably should have scolded her for eschewing good sense in favor of petty emotion. Some small, sick part of her wanted him to strike her. Snap her out of the pit into which she’d stumbled.

Rather, he heaved a great sigh, rose from their creaky bed, and eased himself down beside her. Said nothing. Did nothing. Just existed with her in aching, mutual misery. Somehow, that was more comforting than any word, embrace, or kiss could ever dream.

Before long, the panic wore itself out. Her tears slowed. Her breath stopped shuddering. As her pulse calmed, profound heaviness seeped through her bones and turned her muscles nearly to stone. Feeling bled back into her hands and feet, and each digit seemed to have been overstuffed with coarse wool, so stiff and fuzzy as they were when she moved them. Like a glimmer of dawn through closed lids, she became dimly aware of Lucien’s shoulder against hers, enticingly warm through his robe. But she left her brow against her knees as she hunted her breath. Downstairs, the grandfather clock proclaimed the hour before midnight, its resonant chimes lingering long and low in the manor’s marble and mahogany halls. Finally, head heavy as a house, Tatiana looked up through bleary, puffy eyes. She wiped her snot-slick nose again. Only then did she notice the red crescents she’d carved into her palms as she wept, and the arcs of crimson under her nails. She hadn’t torn at her nails for years. Now, they practically begged to be picked at and ripped and left jagged and unsightly.

“This is more than simply a matter of being chastened or chosen for our Mother’s will,” Lucien said, quietly but without warning. “You’re frightened.”

The truth had cut deeply enough when she acknowledged it in private. But Lucien so effortlessly noting it cut, bruised, and broke everything in her heart.

His voice snatched her back from the abyss, but anger had always been her sharpest, quickest sword and strongest shield, gratitude limping in silent and sorely delayed. “Frightened? I’m fucking terrified, Lucien. My mother nearly died bearing my sister and I. Her sister did die in childbirth. I was too young to remember.” Kneading her thumb into her scarred wrist, she dared look him in the face—still reserved, but shadowed now in sympathy. “I’ve tended wounded animals. Helped in field hospitals during the Crisis. You and I raised the initiates from their teens, but…but Void save me, I don’t know anything about bearing or tending babies. I was made and trained to take life, not give and nurture it.”

He angled a brow. “And I wasn’t?”

“You had Vicente to help you with the twins. The Black Hand ordered it. Everything was neatly arranged.”

“So I did have him, though you are not without aid yourself. The Night Mother will council you as She does in all other matters. Marcano will, too, I expect, and he proved surprisingly capable in assisting with the initiates. You have-,” He bit off that last with a scowl, dashing the suggestion before it found voice. “So long as I draw breath, no child of mine will fall into your father’s care. I trust we are of the same mind in that?”

“Gods, yes. I wouldn’t let him watch the cats. Or my horse.”

“Good.” He paused briefly, throat working as his expression softened again. “Perhaps most importantly of all, you will have me.”

You will have me. Those four simple, seemingly insignificant words bore the weight of all her past loneliness, anguish, and terror, shored up foundations she’d once nearly left to crumbled ruin. How could she be so dismissive and self-pitying? Of course she had him. For better or worse, they were bonded through life and beyond death, and nothing shy of Sithis Himself could sever them. Through scars and spilled blood, they vowed themselves to each other and His service. Whatever storms might shake or splinter their hearts, however they might argue or one day come to loathe each other, they would never deny their Dread Father and Mother Their due at each other’s sides.

And she’d never been gladder for that. Marcano, despite being spry and astute, was now waist-deep in his seventies. For all she knew, her old fence and adoptive father could find himself palsied or infirm, by the time this child was two. Similar, albeit more complex concerns surrounded her blood-father. Though time, legitimate contrition for his negligence, and his alliance with the Dark Brotherhood had mended her relationship with Cassius, she’d never trust him to tend her child. Not after the coldly conditional upbringing he’d given her. The barest notion of it clenched her guts in frozen fingers. Even if their bond had always been sound, Cassius lived in Chorrol, he now required a cane to walk unassisted, and Tatiana wouldn’t so flagrantly insult Lucien’s wishes. She might be Listener, but this was his child, too. She wouldn’t dream of denying him his say in such matters.

Maybe she wouldn’t need Marcano like she had with the initiates. By the uncharacteristic gentleness with which Lucien folded her hand into his, he’d have supported her whether or not they’d blood-bonded or sworn themselves to the Void. He was hers, and she was his. No child, wanted or unwanted, would change that. A slimy knot bulged up into the pit of her throat.

“I don’t even remember the last time I held an infant,” she admitted in a ragged croak. Discomfiting heat flushed up her neck and ears, born of the fear and speechless humiliation in confronting one’s weaknesses. One’s inadequacies. For all that had been innate in deathcraft, thievery, and manipulation, for all that seemed natural in what some termed the Dibellan Arts or, less kindly, wanton whoring, the clichéd maternal instincts had so far eluded her. “I don’t know how to feed or comfort them or tell when they’re sick, what’s normal or abnormal for them. I don’t know anything. I’m terrified I’ll ruin it like my parents nearly ruined me.” She gulped, the walls of her throat chafing. “If you’re to help me, you’ve quite the rotten job awaiting you.”

She clutched his hand like a lifeline in a hurricane, watching the curtains puddled beneath the shuttered window opposite them; the cascade of silver embroidery and tassels gleamed in the lamplight.

“If you’ve forgotten, I’ve trained many initiates, some of whom, if not for the Tenets, I would have culled for their abject stupidity. I taught Ocheeva and Teinaava everything from table manners and acting, to reading and becoming ghosts in the dark. I taught them and Bellamont to weaponize physiology and kill efficiently regardless of what weapons they did or didn’t have at hand.”

“So you did.” She only looked up at him when his thumb began to roll across the scar slashed down the side of her hand. Over and back, over and back, the scrape of old callous she so dearly loved soothing the last of her woes.

“And it was I who retrained you in body and mind after Umbra was wrested from you. Where before it had simply dragged you from one fight to the next, I taught you to truly understand the martial insights and skills it left behind. Compared to such things, teaching you to tend a child will be an evening stroll.”

“At least one of us feels that way. I feel like I’m about to charge into battle naked, unarmed, and in a field of broken glass.”

He snorted at her theatricality. “When you first sat a saddle, what was beneath it?”

“What?”

“When you learned to ride as a young girl, what did you ride?”

“A pony, what else?”

“So you mean to say it wasn’t a destrier or stallion of seventeen hands?”

“Of course not,” she scoffed. “No child of five can safely manage a full-sized horse on their own, let alone a stallion.”

“Precisely. It was not simply a matter of your size, but your limited skills and knowledge. Were you tall and strong enough, you still would have much to learn before handling a stallion. Similarly, I gave Ocheeva and Teinaava wooden blades long before they touched live steel. Not because they didn’t beg me otherwise or I doubted their outcomes, but because it is a necessary step in training. No one is born a master swordsman, killer, or artist. To become skilled at something, one must first study and practice it. Plain ignorance is not shameful, but willful ignorance is. There isn’t a drop of the latter in you, and I’ve seen you at your best, worst, and all places in between. You do not know anything of motherhood simply because it didn’t suit you to learn, just as I had known nothing of fatherhood until I needed to learn. We have time. You will be fine.”

“Flatterer,” she muttered.

“Flatterer? I may love games, but I do not disrespect my Family by heaping false praises on them. You know that. If they don’t deserve it, they don’t receive it,” he retorted, then immediately checked his indignance, breathing deep as he rested his head back against the side of the bed. Through their blood-bond, she sensed the tension slackening in his limbs and his heartbeat matched hers, slow and steady, one drumbeat answering another. “We slayed xivilai as we hunted your relatives. You claimed victory in every battle you championed during the Oblivion Crisis and slayed countless beasts, daedra, and men. You effortlessly stole in and out of the Imperial Prison, where the same contract had felled two of our best assassins at the time. If you felt fear on any of those occasions, you did not bow to it. Do not do so now. If the Night Mother possessed so much as an inkling of doubt in your will or ability, She would not have given us—you—this task.”

“She speaks to and acts only through the people who have Her favor,” Tatiana agreed, every word soaked in bile. She chewed the tender patch in her lip. Savored the sting more than the tang of blood. Her stomach squirmed again. Fear had been her bread, butter, and beef during her prison sentence and the Oblivion Crisis. On occasion, it had sickened her. Reduced her to a blubbering mess behind closed doors and tied tent flaps. But she’d had Umbra during those dark, difficult years, along with an insatiable lust for vengeance and a blind obsession with protecting her loved ones. They screamed far louder than fear.

Without them? Vows, duty, her faith in the Night Mother, none of it seemed to cushion the shards of glass jabbing into her feet as she stepped onto this new, bramble-choked path.

But they’d have to be enough, just as they’d had to be enough at Applewatch and when they hunted her traitorous relatives. Lucien was right. Whatever she’d mutter as she retched up another breakfast or endured yet another sleepless night agonizing over fears of childbirth, she’d conquered far, far worse. Lucien, too. The Night Mother wished for them to carry and raise this child in the Family’s traditions. So, that meant they could. They would.

Squeezing his hand, she pressed her knuckles to her lips, leaving a small splotch of blood behind. He kissed her temple in kind. She leaned into his shoulder. Clutched the front of her nightgown again. Closing her burning eyes, she whispered the first stanza of the Black Hand’s vow of servitude: “We’ve served Them.”

“And we shall be ever at Their service,” Lucien answered, soft with weary resignation.

Their words had barely died when the light of the chandelier stuttered. Chill air stirred its crystal pendants and the curtains’ tassels, as sudden in its vanishing as its arrival. Neither Tatiana nor Lucien was surprised or troubled by the cold or the sense of being watched; they didn’t so much as look up as they gathered themselves, seeking in each other’s warmth what quiet comfort they could for their human misgivings and frustrations. Listeners and Speakers, after all, the mortal ears, mouths, and hands of Sithis, were no strangers to His unholy shadows and didn’t dare shy from their blessings or retribution. What use would it have been if they did? They were simply mortals. No one could flout the Void’s wishes or evade its humbling lashes.

The darkness heard all, saw all, was all, and it never forgot its children’s vows.

#ari answers #anonymous #ari writes #luciana see you kids in the void

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ego-meliorem-esse · 1 year ago

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Okay but why do François and Arthur keep separating if they are the only ones who understand each other that well? It's their arrogant personality? Their vicious habits and need to be correct? Bc I actually see françois more aggressive and Arthur more permissive in the end which seems to be contradictory to what I see people writing in the fruk shippers. I don't get it, no hate

Nah nah all good valid question and i do agree actually on most of what you say.

They dont separate in the traditional and common way we associate humans and human relationships with. Not fully.

Lets say they spend a vacation together. They go to the beach and drink and find bars and terorrize supermarkets during their stay. They are happy and content and a destrucrive power couple. But they are still nations and nations have more responsibilities than two moddle aged human men could ever have. So they clash on a thing or two. One takes a stab at an old phychologial wound thought healed. The other gets irritated but doesnt express it (cus emotional repression is legal apparently) and he takes a jab at the other at their weak spot. And they are irritated at each other and start to bicker bc both are too hardheaded to apologize or talk like people who didnt grow up during the middle ages. Now any small mishap irritates the other. A big fight then separation. They dont see eath other for a longer period of time after that. They might hit it off again with an old friend/enemy/lover and its fine. The problem is that François knows exactly what to say and what nerve to pick and get on it to get Arthur to react as he wants. And Arthur is too much of a sarcastic person and generally a man who enjoys a good challege which he might not get from everyone he interacts with. At least not precisely the way he likes. Like Alfred, Arthur gets bored seemingly quickly with a person. Also his affection can be missinterpreted as belittlement or even a jibe or taunt. He portrays himself as polite and appropriate but in truth he is a hard man to get along with. And few people know how to deal and distinguish his comments.

So after a randevouz with Portugal whom he hasnt seen in a while, he is once again sitting at home by himself pondering what takeout to get bc who has time to cook these days. He is still annoyed with francois but doesnt think too much of it. So after a while something happens and he wants to talk to someone about it, so having all but forgotten their little feud he picks up the phone and dials the french phone number. François picks up and you can hear the irritation in the "I thought the lord is still pissed at me. What a surprise." To which Arthur responds with "Oh do shut up. Now listen I've recetly got word that......" because who can be as stubborn as mules yet forgetful as fish at the same time? These two.

I do think to a certain degree Arthur is more permissive. Especially as he got older and saw his empire sink into that ocean he loved so much. François has more of a need to prove that he is still on top of the game so he does tend to be more assertive in some situations and discussions.

Even if they dont speak to eachother for multiple years at a time, something will come that hauls them back to one another. Be it shared history, mutual understanding or good gossip.

In short, small things break them apart and smaller things bring them together.

#i miss them holy fuck #i need a holywood movie set in the 1880s in the english countryside and they are sitting at the breakfast table eating and insulting #eachother as they pass bread and wine and butter to oneanother #i need them stressed and on a time crunch trying to figure out a plan durong wartime #i need them say last words to eachother as they both die but have the last words be somthing like we should have stayed home today #hetalia #ask meli #hws england #hws france #fruk #my headcanons #im sorry if it doesnt answer ur ask but i did enjoy your point of view very much anon

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floralcrematorium · 6 months ago

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please tell us your fruk wedding ideas 👁️👁️

oh i have so many thoughts… too many thoughts…

i actually made a template similar to those “my OTP in a nutshell” kinda things but it was specific to weddings. i haven’t released it bc i wanted to draw wedding fruk first

but anyway… fruk wedding

i suppose i’ll just go with a FACE background and whether or not you interpret this as humanverse or nationverse is up to you

i like to think they’d have an outdoor wedding - it’s a spring garden kind of setting. their wedding is rather small and intimate, basically it’s just family and close friends. so honestly, if someone’s home has a beautiful garden out back or lives near the woods, it’d be perfect

lots of florals… i think floriography is important to fruk, but i can’t help but think irises, lavender, and roses are in abundance. i can’t decide what arthur’s favorite flower is, but it’s probably something you could find on an adventure through the woods - something small and unassuming, but once you keep seeing them around on the trail they become a welcome company

the outfits…

arthur’s simple -> he’s going for a suit. arthur isn’t one to dress flashy, so he’s probably not wearing any atypical suit colors, but i imagine he would have a new suit tailored specifically for the wedding. i think he’s a very nostalgic and sentimental person, so it makes sense to me that he’d want to have such a special outfit rather than picking old reliable from the closet

meanwhile… i CANNOT choose what i want francis to wear, there’s so many options. GNC francis is very near and dear to my heart. fran would either pick a white suit with a lavender colored tie, maybe some sort of pantsuit, or an actual dress. the dress i have in mind (and in my pinterest board for fruk wedding) is off the shoulder and form fitting with a decent train. i think the shape i’m imagining is called “trumpet” — it’s a looser fit than a mermaid shaped dress around the legs. i love the idea of francis in lace. regardless of what francis is wearing, i need fran to have a veil… i just think he loves the drama of it. veils are beautiful and the lacework on the hem is usually a work of art on its own. francis would have different outfits between the ceremony and the reception… maybe the dress for the ceremony and a suit for the reception? at the one (1) wedding i’ve ever been to, it seemed like a nightmare to wear such a big dress for the whole evening. eating in white clothing also seems like a nightmare

i’d like to look into english and french wedding traditions when it comes to the reception and other things they’d do, but i think it’d be endearing for matthew and alfred to be involved — they’re their sons!!!!!! i don’t CARE if they’re adults, matt and al are happy to see their fathers (finally) tie the knot. matt would be the ring bearer and al would be the flower person, serving as much sass as he can without stealing the show

i’m not sure how traditional their wedding would be. i’m not a big fan of the concept of “giving the bride away” and what it stands for, but i will admit it’s cute to imagine one of Fran’s friends or Lucille walking him down because he’s sentimental, too, and also likes the attention that comes with walking down the aisle

oh god the food… francis is such a snob when it comes to food and i know they would’ve spent ages coming to an agreement on what they’re serving and who is catering (if catering is even the right word for such a small gathering). arthur and fran have such different tastes in food. i honestly think picking their cake would’ve been easier. speaking of, their cake is probably a simple sponge cake with berries and minimal frosting

rings,,, i feel like they have simple wedding bands, probably engraved or something. i can never decide how the proposal went, who proposed, where, what the ring is like, etc. i want them both to have engagement rings!!!

if i have any more thoughts ill tack on, but thats it for now

but overall fruk’s wedding feels very… homely. not rustic, but everyone invited is a very cherished friend, the food is fantastic, and people are happy to see them FINALLY get married. i do wonder if in the years/decades leading up to fruk official wedding, if they’d just refer to one another as their husband anyway. it’s sweet

#fruk wedding fruk wedding fruk wedding…#hetalia #fruk #hws england #hws france

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bubblysea · 1 month ago

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do you ship any other hetalia pairing besides rusame/amerus? :3

good question! I’m a multishipper and I like a lot of other couples in hetalia

I like RoChu and AmeRoChu, and I LOVE AmePan/AmeriPan, talking about multishipping…

I’m a big FrUk shipper, they’re actually my favorites but I hardly draw them together because I HATE drawing France, he always looks bad in my style😞

I got into SpAus recently thanks to a friend of mine and I love them a lot, I have a SpAus illustration to post asap

I like AusPru and PruHun and AusHun and PruAusHun (I don’t even know if these are their actual ship names?? but still, Austria x Prussia x Hungary)

Talking about Austria, my favorite ship with him is SwissAus, they’re really dear to me

I love BelBel (Belarus x Belgium) they’re really silly and I love to draw them

I like GerIta and SuFin too :)

A top 3 ships would be like this, I think:

1) FrUk

2) RusAme

3) SwissAus

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koolkat9 · 11 months ago

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about the song and ship thing: i always thought that the great war by taylor swift would suit fruk. or maybe cardigan? actually now that i’m thinking a lot of ts songs fit fruk

I'm going to go with only one song because I got very backed up on these and fruk ideas have not been coming to me for awhile unfortunately 😅

Okay I am going to choose 'Cardigan' because 'Great War' is literally just canon/nationverse fruk and this is an au ask game/lh

Sorry this is going to be very angsty Fruk that probably won't be end game, warning everyone now.

This actually gives me more ideas for a vague idea of an au I've had for the past few months.

Francis and Arthur were childhood rivals, always at each others throats. Then something changes in high school, they realize how nice it is to have the other around as a constant in their lives and they eventually acknowledge growing fondness. That fondness turns into a passionate romance.

Until passion isn't enough anymore. This isn't the kind of romance Francis imagined for himself. They still fight, can't agree on things, constantly trying to one up one another. And Francis starts not liking that romantic dynamic. Sure the sex is great, but he wants something a little softer in other aspects. Not to mention Arthur himself seems to be going on a downward spiral despite everything Francis tries to do to help him. Eventually it gets to a point where Arthur can't offer him what he needs but someone else seems to be willing to. The two break up in their last year of uni.

Arthur is really crushed, and the break up only sends him spiraling more. In his era of stupid decisions, he accidentally gets a girl pregnant and ends up with a son. Which turns out to be just what he needs to turn his life around. He gets a steady job, leaves the alcohol and drugs behind. Though not the perfect father, he tries to give his son Alfred everything.

Around when Al is five, Francis reaches out to Arthur. They've also had a kid in the process who's about a year or so younger than Al. Francis begs Arthur to watch their son Matthew. Something seems wrong given the way Francis is speaking, but Arthur eventually agrees. It would be good for Alfred.

But something really wrong becomes apparent when Francis doesn't return that evening and refuses to pick up his phone.

Days later he finally gets a hold of Francis after threatening to call the police. Francis begs Arthur to take in Matthew. They explain that Matthew's mother abandoned them, and that they're not a fit parent. Arthur can tell Francis is drunk which gives him an inkling as to what is going on. He's pissed what this will mean for Matthew and Francis just dumped the kid on him. But when Francis brings up that they don't want to put Matt into foster care, Arthur softens having been a kid of foster care too and knowing how it can be. So he agrees.

So two possible endings.

Fruk gets back together, Arthur helps Francis get sober like he had to after Al was born.

Fruk remain only as friends but Francis eventually does start visiting despite Arthur and Matthew still being a bit mad. But they do eventually get to a better place.

#hetalia #fruk #hws france #hws england #au asks #au ask game #angst #breakup #hws canada #fruk breakup

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margraviate-of-headcanonburg · 1 year ago

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Hi, I’m Margrave, and if canon is usually a ball of yarn and the fics are the cardigans, then the Countryhumans fanon + Hetalia canon are sheep whom I have sheared and spun their outer layers into my own combined, entirely handmade yarn.

My personal universe of hcs is more like a mash-up of CH and Hetalia traits, though I’d never watched or read hetalia canon up until just recently (and only clip compilations). When I was 12-15 I was hyperfixated on CH, but my interaction with it was limited to wattpad and youtube. Out of the inevitable following history and geography hyperfixations I created my own universe, which was then heavily influenced by some Hetalia blogs over here. 3 years later some songs just pulled me back down into the thick of my CH world, now called the FCverse, and now I’m here to make it everyone else’s problem. If this stuff actually garners interest then perhaps someday I’ll make a masterlist of my great city of Headcanonburg. If you wanna know more, don’t be afraid to ask :D

‘FC’ = First Citizen, the title that all of the nations hold in their countries (equiv. to calling leaders ‘president’ or ‘PM’)

Some TAGS

[note: the ‘Aldwin Family’ refers to Arthur/Britain, Jack/Aussie, Mora/Kiwi, Matthew/Canada, Alfred/America, Haishen/Hong Kong, Mira/Marianne/France (married to arthur), William/England, Malcolm/Scotland, and Gwyneth/Wales]

Headcanonburg - HCs

Nations of Twitter - Series of FC shenanigans on social media

lmfao - funny things

pretty art - RB’d artwork

Alfred Fitzgerald - everything to do with Eagleland

the snarky immortals table - things for the FCs as a whole or the UN as a group

security council of idiots - things for the western allies/NATO as a group

Current SHIPS

FrUK (m/f), NedPan (m/m, one deceased), EstiFin (m/m), AusHun (m/f, amicably divorced), PruFritz (m/m, one deceased, shoutout dani) InTan (m/m, india/bhutan) SovAme* (m/m, one deceased) (*clandestine-open-relationship-lovers-friends to clandestine-open-relationship-lovers-enemies)

[UNDER THE CUT IS THE FAMILY TREES I DESIGNED MYSELF AND BASE ALL OF MY OWN CHARACTERS OFF OF. These are ones I’ve currently made and which are continuously in development as I research and brainstorm headcanons; they’ve already been updated/edited many times. Once there are more than 10 I will make separate posts and a masterlist for them. There are multiple layers—grey lines mean adoption—but I’ll leave those to the separate posts]

#masterlist

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killerandhealerqueen · 1 year ago

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Shipper Tag Game

Tagged by @brazilian-whalien52 thank you friend!

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

All of my old ships, like Destiel, Sabriel, Johnlock, Mystrade...I used to be super into Supernatural and Sherlock but I've like completely moved on from them. Though I do like to dive back into Johnlock fics every now and then

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

USUK from Hetalia or either KakaVege from Dragonball Z. It's between those two, I think

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Definitely USUK. You have no idea how many fics I read over on Deviantart about them. So many

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

USUK or Russia x China from Hetalia...it was one of them. Can't remember, honestly

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

No. I don't get into discourse. I'm not very confrontational and I never liked fighting with anyone over their ships

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

FRUK or whatever the fuck France x UK was called. Can't remember. They were never a favorite of mine. Also Wincest. Like why?

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Bai Yutong x Zhan Yao (it was my own fanfic, thank you)

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Normal about them a normal amount (don't look at my blog or ao3)

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Um...honestly, I can't remember.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

No, not really. If I dislike a ship, I just tend not to interact with it. So I won't go looking for content about it or check it out, even if a mutual or someone is talking about it

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Sebaciel, Eren x Levi, anything hetalia related...these were all like the normal ships in middle school for me and like...now people (especially on instagram but who the fuck listens to people on instagram) just do not like them. But I still like them.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

I never did crack ships, honestly. Which might seem weird to some people but it was just never my thing

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics off?

Now, if we're talking about my own fanfics, it's Yuezhi. I read so much of my own fics about them. But if we're not then...McDanno is the one who has the most bookmarks in my ao3 bookmarks

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

Enemies to lovers, doctor x cop, black and white couple (means one wears black/dark clothes majority of the time and the other wears light/white clothes majority of the time), grumpy x sunshine...i'm sure there are other things but i can't remember

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication. Like, you're supposed to be in love with each other, right? Which means you communicate with each other for fucks sake. I know miscommunication is a big romance trope but it's just so stupid. It causes so much drama and unnecessary anxiety and just...just fucking talk to each other you assholes (I will give a pass to this trope if it's done well...like you think it's a misunderstanding but actually the characters have talked about this and they're faking the misunderstanding/miscommunication. Killer and Healer has some miscommunication but it actually makes sense why there's miscommunication...doesn't mean I have to like it, but it makes sense, so it gets a pass)

tagging: @clawbehavior @missjudge-me @hyperbolicgrinch @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @fourth-quartet @nineninepetals @marulo @writerwithoutsound @hils79 @godotismissingx @darktecno @zennialemo and anyone else who wants to play

#tag game #shipper tag game

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someone-you-do-not-know · 2 years ago

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Howdy 📯 You got a minute to talk about nonsense with me? (it's fun, I promise :D)

For some reason, I got a feeling that you've already been asked this, but I shall ask you nonetheless

/You can imagine us both on a talk show, if you want/

Birds

Do you have a favorite birb? (Or any favorite animal for the matter?)

What inspired you ✨ to create Birdbrains? Specifically, Gilbert's au character. Because I know that that guy has always been associated with birds, but in the same time he only has Gilbird in canon. And you need to do a lot of research for every chapter to be able to portray a believable ornithologist. You captured his persona perfectly ✨ 👌, I had a friend who liked ornithology and they're always spraying people with random bird facts, it's so funny 😂

Speaking of which, is it hard to do research? There's so many details you put into these, it's so impressive

Was there any moment when you for a reason decided to just come up with your own fact? Were there many? 😈 or not?

Your bits are hilarious, how much time does it take to come up with a joke?

And lastly, what is your favorite bird fact? 🐦

Thank you for answering, here's some sweets 🍭🍬🍫 :)

I think you're severely overestimating my popularity, no one's asked me these questions before.

I do have a favourite bird! And a favourite animal too! My favourite bird is a raven! And my favourite animal is a bat – not any specific kind of bat, but the very concept of them! I also really like snakes. I am perfectly aware those are all... edgier animals, but when I was in third grade, we had to do a project on our favourite animal, and I didn't want to do a cat or a dog (or a horse), so I settled on a bat. Maybe I was always a little edgy?

Look at the pretty raven, it's so clever and pretty.

Just as I wrote in the tags for the first part of Birdbrains, I really did look at a duck for a little too long. Then I thought about the Bad Friends Trio and how they're always portrayed as these cool guys who everyone likes... And Gilbird... And then it clicked. I was struck by the insane thought "wouldn't it be funny if the BFT were bird watchers?" Then I of course had to have spamano, and I always liked prucan – how to make them connected? platonic romerica and North American bros, of course. Why they would meet? Well, hunting and birdwatching take place in the same areas... And in some odd 20 minutes after looking at a duck, the outline for Anatinae was formed in my brain. The Gilbird – Gilbert connection is what carries this entirely, that and the fact that Gilbert is actually not awesome, he's a losernerd who's not afraid to show it, and that makes him awesome. I'm SO glad you say I captured the ornithology spirit, because I don't actually know any bird watchers or ornithologists. 🥲

The research is part of why I haven't managed to write the next part (fruk being idiots who are hard to write is the other reason). For every single main part of birdbrains, I read through the wikipedia page for the chosen bird, spend time to figure out the subfamily for the bird, research symbolism and actual bird behaviour of the bird in question... It's a lot. For most, I've had 4-5 dedicated pages open for research purposes. While writing Cyanocoracinae, Youtube even began recommending me videos of blue jays, because I had watched a few videos to learn what their calls sounded like. It's a stupidly large amount of research – and bald eagles have no excuse for how hard it was to find their subfamily. Subfamilies are apparently a little bit of a strange label in the first place, but at this point all main parts has to end with -nae, because I think it has a nice ring to it.

So far, I don't think I've come up with my own facts. Misunderstood things, grossly simplified the difference between ravens and crows, and taken symbolism, jokes, and metaphors way too seriously – sure. Pheasant bashing is purely based on how fucking dumb all the pheasants I've ever seen are. Those birds want to die. But I try to stay true to reality, in case there's an ornithologist Hetalian out there. I don't want them to get mad at me for not knowing my stuff. XD

The jokes though. I'm glad you think they're funny! The jokes aren't that hard to come up with. Most are puns, after all, and some of them I think of while researching. Generally, I just go with whatever would be sillier. I live off of the silly.

My favourite bird fact is a bit hard, because there's so many in my head at this point. But last year when I went to Jungfraujoch in Switzerland, I learned about the alpine chough (there's just something about black corvids), and how it nests at a higher altitude than any other bird. Their eggs have adapted to this low oxygen atmosphere, and has a smaller loss of water too. Not to sound like Gilbert, but they're really cool.

Thank you for the candy! <3

#I also have a favourite bird joke and it's not even remotely funny #It will appear in birdbrains eventually #prussianbluevanilla #thank you for the ask! <3 #writing fanfiction #my fanfiction #birb c:#being silly

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needcake · 3 years ago

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Can I trouble you for some Fruk (I suppose we should be calling that Freng now) recommendations, or any Ned ship which takes your fancy~?

Anything for you darling! I couldn't decide so you get two for both:

1) Fruk

All Tied Up, by @rainbowfruitpastilles

France accidentally becomes a bit too acquainted with a pair of handcuffs. England may or may not be at fault.

This one is pure fun and bickering with a pinch of sweet comfort and deep love. It's an absolute comfort fic for me and it has everything I like about them, two old men being gentle and silly around each other <3

Paris and London, by @shachaai

Paris by night and London by day, and Francis and Arthur vexingly side by side in both of them.

This one, along with Character Study by Rainbow, are fics that really explore the quieter moments, the unspoken understandings, the duality of them. It's so rich in soul, in ambience, in mood, it has all these little details, the placement of the hands, where their eyes go.

This is fruk (freng XD) to me, this centuries old relationship beautifully encapsulated in these little moments that speak volumes of how much they actually care <3

NOW

You have to know that most of my fic recs for Ned are your fics, so I had to dig a little deeper for this one:

2) Ned + ?

Fire and Ice, by Ludwiggle73

In the land of ice, an abandoned baby is found and adopted. He isn’t like his family and friends: his appearance is strange, his thoughts are even stranger, and his powers are enough to alienate him from everyone he loves.

In the land of fire, a bounty is put on a monster believed to be the cause of their drought and famine. Two brothers set sail: one yearning to avenge their parents, the other hoping to prevent another needless death.

In the end, they will find out once and for all if opposites really do attract, or if fire and ice are doomed to clash until they are both destroyed.

This one is a bit of cheat because it's more of an ensemble cast fic (with engport as the main ship I'm sorry I'm such a one note kind of girl XD), BUT this fic is amazing and definitely worth the read! It's a fantasy AU and a soft omegaverse where Arthur was cast to the sea as a baby because of a prophecy that foresaw that he would be the one to destroy their land. Su and Fin find him and raise him as their own, but he's always seen as a pariah in their vaguely Scandinavian island. Cue Port shipwrecking on their beach with the grace of an elephant in a china shop and turning his world upside down.

Ned shows up as the captain of their escape ship and Port's friend. Things progress and he sorta has a thing going with Iceland, but more interesting than the ship itself is how his character is explored throughout the story. He is very much one of the main characters and it's so cool to see him as the responsible adult for this bunch!

And this one, which I'm 100% sure you have already read but I can't miss the opportunity to sing praises for:

Killer's Ridge, by @helian-skies

Arthur's plan for date night gets off to a good start, but when he takes Antonio up to an infamous lookout point, the night starts to veer entirely off-course.

I've said it before but it bears repeating, Helia is a Queen of Horror and her fics are so incredible, so amazingly detailed, SO SCARY!! She builds this amazing tension all around and gives so much background to each character, everything is so beautifully crafted and so vivid!!! Her writing is truly brilliant!! And the smut is glorious XD

#maivalkov #fic recs #thank you for sending these!!#I'm now realizing I need to look for more ned content :')#if anyone sees this and want to send me some please do #fruk #freng #nice dover #hws netherlands #nedport

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the-heaminator · 3 years ago

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I posted 6,782 times in 2022

That's 6,755 more posts than 2021!

516 posts created (8%)

6,266 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@starflight-reblog

@fireandiceland

@disneyprincessdxminatrix

I tagged 5,599 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#yes - 847 posts

#the heam speaks - 90 posts

#biology - 74 posts

#ask answered - 73 posts

#hws england - 67 posts

#pruk - 55 posts

#the heam writes - 41 posts

#yea - 28 posts

#canon being built different - 27 posts

#fruk - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#“oh my god what is this frenchified clown dutch? what are you doing? why do i find it so cute? oh my god i’m going to have a stroke. i need

My Top Posts in 2022:

HETALIA CHARACTERS AS SHIT I'VE HEARD TEACHERS DO AND SAY

America: *chases a child around in a Caterpillar costume on all fours and screeching*

England: "The best way to get rid of a body is either dissolving it in acid or feeding it to pigs"

Germany: "I feel like I'm aiding and abetting some criminals here"

Prussia: "This is a but, and a very big but it is"

France after someone makes too many virgin jokes: "Well you should be a virgin and if you aren't then please give my condolences to whoever gave you your first rodeo, they just have been so dissapointed"

Russia: "You can make a molotov cocktail at home using alcohol and a rag, but don't tell you parents I told you this"

Denmark: *Walks around school in neon green speedos and a neon pink raincoat*

Latvia: "My ears may be small but they hear all your secrets"

Italy: "mAMMa mIa this computer will be the death of me!"

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PROMPTS FOR HETALIA POLYSHIP WEEK 2022

(June 14/Day 1) Sleepy mornings/ Winter/ Pets

(June 15/day 2) First Kiss/ space/ Family

(June 16/Day 3) Rainy day/ Spring / Storms

(June 17/day 4) Lets get you out of those wet clothes/ And there was only 1 bed/ Supernatural

(June 18/Day 5) Flowers/ Painting/ Beach

(June 19/Day 6) Tiredness/ Angst/ Murder

(June 20/Day 7) Road trip/ Childhood/ Family

(June 21/Day 8) Whatever the fuck you want.

Please if you have any queries or requests ask in @magictrio1118 or @heta-polyweek2022

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The real question is which nations would have a tumblr

My bet would be on Iceland

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Oh can you write ukfrain? I thought like a love triangle (real one) and they're all too dumb to notice they're in love with each other. I do like Frain being very close and lot of PDA dispite them not saying and England feeling jealous because he/she isn't between them.

Oh wait. It can be nyo if you want 👀

OH, OH ok apparentl;y this turned into the horniest thing ive ever written. maybe im just feeling gayer than usual. A lot of this went into describing what i like about women im so sorry

Y E S. These shits being oblivious and England being jealous and all being very gay

Names bc Nyos: Isabella (Spain) Francene (France) Elizabeth (England)

Dammit why was Isabella so pretty!

This was the simultaneous thought of more than one very gay women in the conference room as Spain flounced up to give her speech.

Spain in a suit could turn most women gay, let's be real here, but if they were already gay, that could be a small problem.

As she droned on about agriculture most people had tuned out and were busy doing various things, like being on their phones, irritating someone or staring at Isabella's hips, luckily for Isa, only 2 people were staring at her hips. But unluckily for her, it was Francene and Elizabeth, one was her best friend (and fuck buddy) and the other was her past rival (now occasional fuck buddy.)

Now you could argue that Francene and Isabella's relationship had long surpassed being just fuck buddies, looking after each other and cuddling in the rain, being there when the other was down, kissing eachther goodnight, while sleeping in the same bed.

Normal homie behaviour at its finest.

After that it was Francene, she gave an actually well delivered and structured speech about strikes and why they happen and how to prevent them to avoid major closures. Most people were listening and to some extent Isa and Elizabeth were too, but they were also getting occationally sidetracked by Francenes clothing choices. A very close fitting waistcoat that left little to imagination and even though the skirt reached the knee, it showed her stocking clad calves and if she stretched, parts of her thigh and it was really sending Elizabeth around the bend.

She knew that Francene was mostly occupied by Isabella, but she really wanted to be held dammit. Preferably by either or both of those 2.

When it was finally Elizabeth's turn to speak, she pointedly avoided looking at either of the two. After all she was not wearing anything exactly provocative and her bodily dimensions left a lot to be desired, so she wouldnt have to worry.

At least that's what she thought.

Her bin provocative clothing and her overall dimensions did nothing to stop the two romance nations imagining things that would have gotten them flogged in centuries past.

I mean Elizabeth has done it before, so why not again.

Elizabeth's presentation on urban and rural development was the end to the incredibly long meeting.

Most nations had agreed to go to the pub before going to their hotels and probably sleeping, though some noises occasionally said otherwise.

Elizabeth walked to the canteen, avoiding Isabella and Francene like the plague, even if that meant being around Julchen and Amelia, two women who had no idea what being quiet was.

Except today, they were mostly silent, only muttering to each other under their breaths.

After an infuriating 5 minutes she asked "What is wrong with you two, neither of you have said awesome or dude yet and you're being awfully quiet."

Julchen, being an absolute beast at covering up her tracks and 100% wanted to torture Elizabeth said "We were talking about how I'm pretty sure that Isa and Francene have a thing going on."

"Oh you think I dont know that? I hear ✨sounds✨" she said, quite disgruntled as you would imagine.

She looked over at the two who were being so sappy that she couldn't look away defo not imagining herself in some questionable positions .

Elizabeth stopped her beer while Julchen did as well, Amelia was being a pussy in the corner and drinking coke.

But a couple of beers later, everyone is understandably a bit tipsy and whilst Amelia was stuck with dragging a mooning Elizabeth and a very depressed Julchen out of the bar.

Amelia looked on in dismay as Elizabeth sort of walked (she wasn't stumbling but like still a bit wobbly) over to the very passionately making out duo in the back.

And her tongue being plied with a generous amount of liquid courage says "Can I join you?"

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My #1 post of 2022

I think us, as the hetalia fandom, ship so prolifically because we know that without stupid romance what has hetalia got to offer us, I'll tell you what.

Pain, bloodshed, the sufferings of people who have lived though countless wars and lived to tell the tale, killed, maimed, often people close to their heart, or what's left of it

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #What even is thus lmao

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rein-ette · 4 years ago

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If it hasn't been asked already, do you have any headcanons about France and England's relationship? 👀

Ah, and now we end where I always seem to end. These two cannot get rid of each other, and I cannot get rid of them.

*cracks knuckles* ok idk what you want to hear so I’m just gonna ramble here goes

So before I got my soul stolen by engport, fruk had been, like. Everything. Then I went through a crisis period where I was like 😱 how do I choose 😱 and now I’m like, ok, but why do I have to choose? I think Port and France fill very different roles in Arthur’s life, both of which are essential. Not only that, thinking about engport has helped me better understand Francis and Arthur’s dynamic, so I’ll be comparing a little throughout these hcs.

For me, fruk is a very — latent? — relationship. It’s ironic, bc engport are the ones who actually call themselves best friends and fruk prefer to be known as enemies/occasional lovers, but if you saw them on the street, you’d think France and England were close friends and England and Portugal, are, well, clearly gay for each other. They’re far more openly affectionate, whereas even for those who know them like Spain or Prussia, it can sometimes be hard to believe France and England are dating, let alone head over heels in love.

But they are. It’s just that they’ve been by each other’s side for so long, had those feelings for so long, that they’ve become a part of the background hum, a basic part of their lives. So usually the feelings Arthur or Francis actively feel for each other are mild, everyday things: annoyance, impatience, curiosity, worry. Especially in public/around other nations, they're not touchy or affectionate at all.

But if you know where and how to look, you'll see the signs. A napkin with scribbled math equations, something they argued over at a cafe. A cufflink here, a watch there, all gifts from each other from the hundreds of birthdays they've spent together. Arthur's number listed as an emergency contact on some inane government form. Francis' handwriting on the margins of Arthur's meeting minutes: remember to discuss this with Denmark, the address for a restaurant they're meeting at that night. Francis rereading various titles of english literature, trying to understand him better. Arthur paying for Francis' clothes with his own card without thinking about it. Their lives are intimately, mundanely intertwined in a way that's remarkably rare among nations.

This is actually a rather recent development in their relationship. In my hc Francis and England only started seriously seeing each other right before World War II, and began an "official" (or what passes for official) relationship right after. Then they broke it off for a while again when de Gaulle became president, then got back together shortly after he left office and have more or less gone pretty steady ever since. So that's like, what, a couple decades? A drop in the ocean for a nation. But this easy familiarity they've found doesn't feel new, to them or to anyone else, because in reality they've been building it up for centuries, albeit in unconventional ways. It's almost like through killing, conning, and tearing each other apart, they've lost their fear of each other. Nations have with their own kind a wariness, a constant stumbling block in the back of their mind reminding them no matter how deep their feelings, their interests can never truly align -- and this results in small awkwardnesses like pointedly locked office cabinets and walking away to take phone calls. But such things don't apply to Francis and Arthur. Part of it is the luxury of being allies now, but most of it is the fact that they've seen every side of each other, told every possible lie. Even if Francis did find some shit in Arthur's office, political secrets or otherwise -- what of it? They've planned enough conspiracies with and against each other that short of "I'm plotting a second invasion of Paris with Germany," there's really nothing they can't just scream at each other a little about and then brush off.

Basically what I'm saying is I like my fruk super domestic. But I also like my fruk highkey dramatic. One of the periods in their relationship I think about a lot is right before the American and French Revolutions (Louis XIV era), when I hc that they were in a nearly-entirely-committed, almost-honeymoon-like relationship. This comes from one fic i read that I can no longer find or remember, but where Arthur stays at Versailles for a couple years as the official English Ambassador and they begin a *clandestine* romance that's only half clandestine. This is a time when they were well and truly in love and not afraid to say it -- it was a time when they almost believed they could work out, fairy-tale style. But then the American revolution begins and Arthur is devastated, furious, accusing, betrayed -- they have an explosive fight and their relationship slides right back to hundred years war level hatred for the next century, culminating with Napoleon. The only difference from before is that now Arthur's anger is tinged with a desperate grief ("how could you do this again when you know i love you") and Francis' resentment now has a hint of despair ("I knew we couldn't last, the world is proving me right and i hate it.")

Their relationship slowly, glacially recovers after europe boots Napoleon. In fact, besides a couple proxy wars and shouting matches, the Napoleonic Wars was England and France's last major conflict to date. This coincides with the gradual worsening of Gabriel and Arthur's relationship in the 1900s. At this point Arthur wasn't actually trying to replace Gabriel, and in fact was still deep in denial about his feelings for Francis, but it certainly seemed to Gabriel as if he was being pushed out of Arthur's life and that Did Not Help Anything Whatsoever. Francis, for his part, was incredibly hesitant to push in part because of his lingering fear that they just weren't meant to be, and in part because he actually felt guilty that he was worsening Arthur's relationship with Gabriel, the loss of whom he knew would kill Arthur inside.

I realize I'm going on again so I'll end by saying that now, Francis and Arthur still sometimes have their dramatic moments of "oh shit I'm in love with him, the fuck?" even though the set-piece battles are over. When Francis delivers a particularly elegant speech, for example, or actually puts that mind and sharp tongue of his to work in a pitched negotiation. When Arthur surprises Francis with a weekend getaway, complete with a boat, flowers, and lots of cute blushing and blustering. Or when one of them is seriously ill, overworked, or hurt; when something just snaps one day and all their nightmares catch up to them -- the cold fear and sleepless worry are all reminders of how deep their feelings run, even if they don't constantly make themselves known.

#fruk #hws england #hws france #whew hopefully this made sense i was just dead from everything today #dunno if my mind is working anymore #my hcs #ask #rainbowfruitpastilles #oh engport is mentioned

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GerEng Week 2023 - Day 1

Let's try this again lol

@gereng-week

Prompt: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng (though this is setting up an au so there isn't much romance), Past Fruk, Implied/One-sided PortEng

Word Count: 1208

Read on AO3

Author's Note: This is not at all read over. Just stuck it quickly through grammarly. In case you don't know, I took off for exchange on September 29th so I haven't had time to write, let alone edit. So expect GerEng week from me to be a bit late.

The Tales of the Terrible Angel and Demon

“Luci, baby how are ya?”

It was too fucking early for this. “What do you want now asshole?”

“Now, is that any way to talk to the one who created you?’

“Fuck off.”

God sighed on the other end. “If you had a swear jar you may have been able to pay Ol’ Peter off and get back up here.”

“As if I’d want that,” Lucifer scoffed, “But that’s besides the point. What the fuck do you want?”

“Well… You see…I have this angel.”

“I’m not taking another one of your fucking angels.”

“I wasn’t going to propose that,” God grumbled. Oh, how Lucifer loved the sound even if he only got under his long-time enemy's skin just a little bit. “I was going to ask if you…I don’t know…possibly have a demon with somewhat of a moral compass.”

“What kind of shit demon has a moral compass?”

A knock at the door brought Lucifer’s attention away from whatever retort God had for him. “Give me a sec,” Lucifer said into the phone before putting it down. He could still hear God ranting and raving, but it was garbled. Lucifer returned his attention to his guest. “Come in.”

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” the demon who knocked said.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing Ludwig?”

“So–” Ludwig caught himself and coughed awkwardly. “There is another…What do the humans call it? A Karen? Anyway, there is a very angry lady requesting to speak to you and she won’t take no for an answer.”

Lucifer groaned. This had to be the hundredth one this week. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Ludwig nodded and with a bow, he returned to his desk. Lucifer had a choice. Hang up on the annoying bastard who sent him to this literal hell hole or face something scarier than anything the deepest fires of hell could conjure up. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone.

“Are you back? How dare you–”

“Just get to the fucking point. I have to deal with a witch and it’s best I don’t keep her waiting.”

“Okay…Are you sure? No one who at least follows some of the rules? I’m sure you’ve heard of Arthur–”

“Oh him. Chaos incarnate. Why isn’t he down here? He’s even worse than me.”

“You know we don’t do that anymore. Anyway, I had a different idea. I’ve been making this new human and they need an angel and a demon. I was hoping I could send Arthur down, but I need a voice of reason.”

“Looking for a voice of reason in Hell. What kind of places do you think–” Lucifer was interrupted by another knock.

“Sir–” Ludwig’s voice called, only to be overshadowed by garbled squawking.

“Actually…” Lucifer said, “I may have someone that would be perfect.”

— — —

Hell was where he wanted to be. Earth could be a fun place to visit. He and Alastair always loved sneaking down for some pub fare and good drinks. But this was not his goal when he had…disrupted…Jesus’s birthday meal.

This could be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps getting up to some shenanigans with his demon partner would be the final straw.

“Promise me you’ll behave,” Afonso sighed.

Afonso, Arthur’s best friend turned nag after he got a promotion to organizing angel assignments.

“No.”

“Arthur.”

“I thought it was a sin to lie,” Arthur taunted.

Afonso grimaced, “Fine…Just…Don’t hurt anyone.”

“Don’t worry. I would never go that far.” Arthur’s gaze shifted down below as they descended to Earth. “Dylan would have my head if I did.”

A small congregation of demons and angels stood around the maternity wing, some from the higher ranks overseeing the assignment of each human's angel and demon. Afonso led Arthur over to the mother of his human who was in mid-labour. He looked away, feeling out of place in what should have been a private moment. He looked around at his fellow angels and their demon counterparts, all unimpressed, as if they didn’t want to be there. He wondered which of the demons amongst the group was to be his partner.

Afonso took his shoulder and guided him over to where a demon, in a sharp suit of dark red, almost appearing black. His light blond hair shone even under the dull white lights of the hospital. But the most striking feature was the cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. It was both chilling, yet also thrilled Arthur deep down.

“Arthur this is Ludwig,” Afonso introduced, “Former secretary of Satan himself.”

“Came down here just for you,” the demon beside Ludwig added.

Wait…That couldn’t be…

“Oh look, the secretary is accompanied by Satan’s personal fuck pet,” Afonso snarked.

Francis, one of Arthur’s first friends (though they had always claimed they were enemies) and one of the last angels to ever fall.

The angel-turned-succubus gave a sly grin. “Aww are you still butt hurt about me getting Arthur’s first–”

Afonso’s wings flared. “Shut your mouth, demon.”

“Can we not bring my past flings into this,” Arthur growled, staring daggers into both Francis and Afonso.

Francis tisked. “Fine, fine. Because you’re so special to me. Now, Ludwig, this is Arthur. My ex and your new partner.”

“You slimy frog.”

“Aww…You still call me by my nickname.”

Afonso grabbed his arm when Arthur tried to lunge for his smirking ex. “It’s not worth it Arthur,” he whispered.

Ludwig, who had been rather quiet this whole exchange, finally stepped forward. He extended a hand to Arthur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I look forward to working with you.”

Arthur accepted the hand hesitantly. “Nice to meet you too I guess…”

“I’ll be honest, this is my first time on earth.”

Arthur smirked slightly. “Well…Trust me, I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

A few minutes later, Francis and Afonso took their leave, Afonso noting that human would be coming any minute. With his babysitter gone, Arthur leaned over.

“Want to get out of here and I can show you how humans have a good time?”

The demon’s eyes widened. “What?”

“What?”

“We can’t leave, our human will be here any minute.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Everyone knows a baby human isn’t facing moral dilemmas, they barely understand words.”

“But it’s an important day. And the handbook says–”

“The demons have a handbook for this sort of thing?”

“Well technically it’s the angel’s handbook, but it feels like this is something we should witness.”

Any semblance of joy Arthur was hoping to get out of this arrangement drained out of him. Most angels weren’t even this uptight.

Their human gave out a piercing cry, their ‘hello’ to the world. Both the angel and demon stared at the wrinkly, slimy little thing. Ludwig grimaced.

“Is it too soon to say humans are disgusting?” Ludwig asked.

Arthur crossed his arms, unimpressed by the whole ordeal. “Trust me, it gets worse.”

“God…What have I gotten myself into.”

As Ludwig’s grimace faded into a look of awe as the now clean baby was handed to their mother and seemed to calm from the contact alone, Arthur was wondering the exact same thing: What had he gotten himself into?

#hetalia #hws england #hws germany #hws #gereng #geruk #engger #angel and demon au #gereng week #gereng week 2023 #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing #past fruk #onesided porteng #hws france #hws portugal

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