#America x Ussr

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Aquí, la ultima parte del reto me divertí dibujando este mes con cosas nuevas ^^ ~

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❝𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧❞

Pairing:

Lenny Miller x Reader

Summary:

She never got to marry, or bear children, or have a house with a white picket fence. She never got to grow old either. Even in death, she would never be able to escape from the man who loved her a little too much.

Warning(s): Death. Implied murder. Angst. Implied toxic relationship. Age gap (10 years apart between Reader and Lenny). Major power imbalance. Dark!Lenny. Minors, dni! Note: I was trying to make this something that you would read from a non-fiction crime book which includes many characters from Anna so it does not feel personal. Reader is a Russian American in this one. Also the switch between ‘Leonard’ and ‘Lenny’ is intentional. The title is from Mirrorball because I thought it was fitting of how it refers to the end of something, therefore the end of one’s life as they know it.

Word Count: 3.3k

1995

"It was something I would do, but I would've never expected her to do it. She and I were very different in that sense." Anna Poliatova, her best friend from childhood days murmured softly, her accent curled around the letters as she sat down in a chair for the interview regarding the crime documentary. She had eyes that were colored like the sky, and platinum hair, straight as spineless grass in the plains.

"1990 was something for her," she then laughed. "She met someone I never even knew about, but I found out in her diary of an early 1990 entry of a man named Leonard Miller."

April 16, 1990

Dear Diary,

When you meet someone, how would you picture meeting someone? One day, they would be a stranger to you, but they could be everything but a stranger tomorrow.

I didn't expect to meet Leonard Miller yesterday, but everyone knew of him. 

I mean he is an agent handler for Central Intelligence Agency, his reputation precedes him everywhere he goes in that workplace. What attracted me to him right away was how he eluded power and raw presence. He commanded attention as soon as he walked into the room. I had to talk to him because of my job; I’ve been assigned as a secretary for the director of CIA.

The day before, you would be doing something so mundane, right up to the moment, and that was when everything changed. I haven't felt this way in a long time, like a schoolgirl's crush on a man who is very handsome, but very off-limits. There’s a workplace code set in place for something like this. My brain had to remind myself that we cannot be more than just co-workers, no fraternizing around, but my heart didn't care.

I was never supposed to be that person.

Never.

Y/N.V.

Y/N Vasilisa—Love to those close to her due to the meaning of her last name—was born in New York in 1966 to her parents Arseni Vasiliy and Janet O’Conner.

Aurora, New York was a town where families would bloom while the others faded.

Arseni Vasiliy was born in Moscow, USSR, and migrated to America when he was nineteen and met a girl from a town over, then fell in love with her. They were married in 1964, two years before Y/N was born. "She kept him on his toes, and they made the marriage work. They had good years," his friend recalled, a brief appearance. "Really good years."

Janet, her mother was very protective of Y/N, perhaps because she was the baby, the only child of the family. They were close, close as best friends could've been.

The Vasiliys were the poster child of what family should really look like. It was a small family, but it was home.

Y/N met Anna Poliatovia in English class when she was a teenager. She came to America as a foreign exchange student from Soviet Union program. They were the duo that every girl was jealous of, and every guy wished they would've gotten together with.

Y/N Vasilisa was an honor student, had perfect grades all four years of high school, and became a valedictorian for her class.

Everything had changed a month before her graduation in 1984. Her parents died in a tragic car accident. Their slow but terrible deaths were caused by fire when a drunken driver of semi-truck crashed into them.

She moved to New York City after she graduated from high school, wanting to get away from the town that used to be so kind to her.

In a utopia world, no one would die. In the real world, parents weren’t supposed to bury their children. In a twisted sense, they made the natural order of death happen. Y/N had to bury them at eighteen.

She went to a community college while working for a company as a secretary during the week, and she would complete double shifts as a waitress at a restaurant on the weekends to be able to afford an apartment she lived in.

As Y/N struggled to make the ends meet, Leonard Miller was on his way to becoming an operative for CIA.

Leonard’s father was born in Europe in 1928, but his family moved to America specifically Hawaii in 1935, although it was not a part of fifty stars for another few decades. When his father was twenty-one, he met his wife at a shore, and they were married before finding a job as a constructor while his wife was a housewife and a mother of four children.

Elizabeth was the first and only daughter that was welcomed to the world in 1951, John was born two years later, then it was Leonard and Maxwell after that.

The family experienced a devastating loss when the patriarch of the family died of a heart attack at the age of fifty-three in February 1981, leaving his wife, children, and grand-children behind.

While the women of the family were soft-spoken, soft hearted; the men were stolid, hardworking, and they set their minds to succeed in America.

All men but one worked for a construction company that their father built with his partner. The company became Miller and Co. when it thrived in Pearl City, and the boys except one joined.

The third child of the family did not want to work for the construction company, opting to make a path for himself.

Leonard -Lenny for short- was born in 1956, the third child, but second boy in the family. He had dark brown hair, icy blue eyes so piercing that someone would feel like he was looking into their soul. He did almost everything first, he was not only an honor student, but he was also undeniably his parents' favorite son out of four children. He was hardworking and disciplined like his father, quiet and conservative like his mother.

John and Maxwell, his brothers were the opposite of it. They were the life of the party, the charmers who could work a room full of strangers and leave with a bunch of friends.

They were very much loved by their parents despite the differences in all of them.

To them, Leonard was the good brother. The one who could give dependable advice. To school, he was quite unattainable. Polite, friendly, only mingling when he had to, but he knew how to have fun as well.

When he was eighteen, he graduated from high school in 1974, and enlisted in military. It was there he was recruited to become an CIA operative thus moving to Washington DC to be close to Langley.

Despite being the second oldest brother, he did take over the proceedings of the patriarch after his father's death, but he refused to do anything with the construction company. His other brothers were there to run the business while he and his sister were there for their mother.

Before his father's death, he accepted a promotion to become CIA Agent Handler.

And he was thirty-four years old when he met Y/N Vasilisa.

"She was filled with life," Lenny said softly, fingers tracing the surface of the table in front of him as he stared down at the patterns, remembering the night he met her. "She was something else," he swallowed thickly before turning his head away, not without a hint of regret in his icy depths.

Y/N met the director of CIA when she moved to Washington DC after college, who recruited her to be his secretary in late 1989 and having the career that aligned the path of the position as CIA Operative Handler, it was inevitable.

"I remembered being there when they first met," Maud Lebereva, her friend and co-worker recalled. She had buzz cut brown hair and wide doe eyes, she also migrated to the states from Russia when she was a teenager. "He came in to have a meeting with the director about an upcoming mission in then-USSR, he had his eyes on her way before she noticed him. It would've been sweet if it was something else, but I saw something I knew wasn’t sweet." She murmured, shaking her head.

No one knew anything about them. They had started meeting at lunchtime, getting to know each other, it was harmless. Anyone who walked down the streets in the DC area would see them sitting outside in cafes, laughter could be heard from them, and they looked like they were friends, best of friends even.

They were friends for a few months until early summer of 1990 when the director of CIA had a gathering where every person must attend the function.

He had to walk her to her home that night, and that was when the dynamic changed for them. A soft kiss on her cheek, a pair of lips pressed against her skin slowly before withdrawing, and she had blushed viciously.

After that night, they weren't just friends. They were on their way to becoming lovers.

No one knew about them. They talked through phone calls that would be on the side tables, they emailed each other, and they would do anything discreetly.

He was still unobtainable, and she was still feeling guilty. Although, he had said he loved her in the summer of August at the Bahamas when he took her out for a vacation under the disguise of attending a seminar. Somehow, in her mind his declaration of love made everything seem alright.

It wasn't until late November when everything started to unravel around her. She met a very sweet man Alex Tchenkov through a friend and knowing there couldn't be any more than just an affair between Lenny and her, she went for it.

That was when she realized she had the idea of love wrong. Love wasn't about swearing an oath not to be seen, keeping the lines blurry between what was right and wrong, and it wasn't supposed to feel poisonous. It felt deadly, like a bitter taste of acid whenever she looked back to the months of her affair with Lenny.

Her friend, Anna was in Langley for Christmas, and Y/N took her out to a bar in Washington DC. Afterwards they sat on the concrete edge of Tidal Basin for a long time until the sun began to set over the capital, talking. The blonde woman gave Y/N an early Christmas gift, and she started to cry. 

 "She cried for a really long time," Anna said thoughtfully, nibbling on the side of her bottom lip. "I didn't know she was trapped in a wrecking affair at that time, but she was crying because she said she didn't deserve Alex," she remembered idly. "I was confused, but at that moment I knew there were so many things about her, many secrets that she hadn't told him, and she was really scared she would lose him if she was honest with him."

Eventually one person found out in February, it was Maud who had introduced her to Alex. She had sworn to keep it as a secret, and there were times when they would all meet for lunch.

"Despite my ill-feelings towards Leonard, he was a good person to people around him that I knew of. Figuring him out, and not being able to put a finger on why he gives me a bad vibe, that is where I can't stand him." Maud murmured; her eyes flickered briefly to the window. "I do remember one time I sympathized with him when it came to Y/N, it was a dinner at a really expensive restaurant, and he offered to pay." She laughed slightly, although it sounded uneasy.

The whole dinner affair was tense, it was to say with the understatement of the century. Y/N barely gave Leonard any time of the day, only cordially polite even it would make the worst of the worst dictators silently kneel to the ground.

At some point during the evening, Y/N excused herself to the ladies' room. When she was gone, Lenny had turned to Maud and asked why Y/N hated him.

"I was surprised when he asked me that," she paused, thinking back to that night. "He sounded desperate and sad, and it was that moment I felt bad for him.".

Maud tried to give him an excuse not knowing how to placate his emotional being, and she knew the sad pitiful look on Leonard’s face was caused by Y/N’s attempts to leave so she could be completely in a relationship with Alex. She did wonder if Leonard had any feelings for Y/N after all. If he did, it would be too bad.

"I mean I knew Y/N was irrecoverably in love with Alex, and I just felt bad for Leonard because he didn't stand a chance." Maud sighed, chuckling. The sound was not without a small amount of pity. "I just never knew how bad of a person he was to her. It's always the guys that can fool you easily, but not girls. However, she did fool me a bit." A grimace adorned on her face as she thought about it.

In the leading months, she and Alex got involved exclusively with fear gripping in the back of her mind that Lenny could ruin it all. Leaving her life into ashes if he ever exposed their affair to Alex.

"It was the one thing in her life she was most ashamed of," the brunette murmured, "but it wasn't her fault. I just wished she would understand that. However, he was a powerful man in Washington DC. He could easily ruin her life if he wanted to, and he did."

It was after midnight on July 5th, 1991, but there was a soft orange glow behind the curtains framing windows in the apartment. Silhouettes could be seen moving as six people roamed around the place restless. The fear had gripped them all after false-hope rationalizations failed to erase the tension Y/N had left them with.

Her other best friend had noticed something was wrong when Y/N didn't show up for dinner along with Maud.

"She didn't call to tell us she was running late, or anything really." Anna stated, her blue eyes glistening as she sniffed slightly. "I tried calling her several times, but it went straight to the voicemail." Her eyes flickered to the window as her lips turned down slightly. "I waited because she always called me back no matter what."

While they had waited for her, for the police, for some word, anything; they forced themselves to believe that she was okay, she had to be, the other option was something they didn't want to think about. 

Ever.

"I remembered going through her room, finding her journal, and I thought as I stared at the slim book 'God help me that I will break her private cocoon she'd set up for her mind, but if it was to help us find her then so be it'." Anna murmured; her eyes closed briefly before opening. "I remembered there was some sort of a letter stuffed in the last page she'd written."

You asked me a long time ago after we met, 'what do you want?' in a teasing manner with a soft twinkle in your pretty eyes. What I want...is for you to be happy. I love you.

"It wasn't signed, but it didn't really have to be it was obvious, and that was when I knew Y/N had been harboring a secret for a long time." She shrugged before sighing, looking away. Her blonde hair swayed slightly. "She was definitely not perfect, but she was the best of us. Despite the flaws we harbored in ourselves, she saw the best in them, and I can see why she would look past his overbearing flaws in the beginning to see the best in him even when she shouldn't. I can't really fault her for that, she tried, and she did until it wasn't enough for her." She then hesitated, "and whatever she wrote in her last entry...I knew he’d read it because I know Y/N, she would've just thrown away the letter after reading it, not put it in her private cocoon where it would ruin her peace. The letter he put in was more of some correspondence to her journal right before everything..." she then paused; her bottom lip trembled as a gasp escaped from her mouth resonating in her lungs as a light sheen glazed over her eyes.

June 29th, 1991

Dear Diary,

There were times I questioned myself, in the beginning I could see why I wanted to be with Lenny despite all the wrong things that I have seen.

Now more than a year has passed, and I'm suffocating. The leash I didn't notice wrapped around my neck on the day we met had been becoming shorter and shorter, chipping away its inches as his control became iron-clad over time.

I had once asked him when I met him, he was the guy who had it all, and he did, but to assuage my curiosity, I had asked him "what do you want?"

And it was that particular conversation that changed everything for me.

We were doomed, entirely and truly.

I can't say it wasn't love at first, for me it was, but it wasn't for him. I had only noticed after I fell out of it was when I realized we were doomed. He was an agent with a dangerous future, and I was at a different place in life.

Being with Alex had made me see things differently, it made me realize that Lenny Miller is not the man I or everyone else thought he was. He is a narcissist, a liar who manipulated everything around him including me. He was like a rose, sweet at first until I touched the thorns and that was when he became cruel. I fell in love with the idea of him and accepted the false flaws until it got to the point where it all became too much for me to bear.

He knew I wanted the chains off my heart especially after meeting Alex. Especially when I want to be free, I need to be free, but he won't let me go. I know he will never let me go, and I'm afraid of whatever that means.

It wasn't pretty, and it wasn't love despite him saying it was.

I have to get away from him before the suffocation drives me to the grave.

Y/N.V.

"I did love her. I loved her more than anything in this world, even when she didn’t love me anymore, but I suppose no one would understand." Lenny had emphasized slightly, almost bitterly. His blue eyes were steely glinted when the light from the sun hit their depths, before the mask of indifference fell into place. "The last time I saw her was when she didn't want me to be in her life anymore." He had murmured before looking out to somewhere in the room. He had said when the sun began to set, everything fell apart around them, "and that was that." He then shrugged as if it explained it all.

THE NEW YORK TIMES

Tuesday, July 21, 1992

A MISSING AMERICAN WOMAN'S BODY FOUND IN LOIRE RIVER IN FRANCE

(Photo taken at the graduation in 1984)

The body of a 26-year-old woman Y/N Vasilisa who was reported missing a year ago on the 5th of July had been found in the Loire River under the boat dock in Nantes with a bullet wound in her head.

Vasilisa’s death, according to Detective Chief Marcel Clairmont of the Nantes Prosecutor's Office, was caused by bruising around the neck which resembled strangulation before the victim was killed with a bullet wound in the forehead. The cause of death was accurate after the autopsy was completed by the Washington DC Coroner Vincent Delacour. The prime suspect for her disappearance prior to her death, former CIA agent Leonard Miller’s DNA was not found anywhere on her body, and the bullet did not match his gun serial numbers thus eliminating him from the list of suspects...[read page five for more information].

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Google Drive Link [ENG] Title // 「レゾン・ティティ」 Artist & Circle // 砂漠 Fandom // Hetalia Pairings & Characters // Russia x America Genre // slice of life, minor angst? Rating // SFW Summary // America gets closer to Russia, as well as the mysterious, lingering personification of the USSR.

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Another Pixiv comic, by this wonderful artist! Oh my god, when I say I got emotional over this... my heart! Please go check out this person's other works and give them love!

As an aside, I'll reiterate that 1) I am a very amateur translator, and 2) Japanese doesn't always perfectly convert to English; so, keep in mind that this is not the truest way the artist intended for these characters to speak. At the very least, I hope my translation can give a basis for what's going on.

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With temperatures on the SR-71’s leading edges exceeding 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit, dealing with the heat raised a host of seemingly insurmountable design and material challenges. Titanium alloy was the only option for the airframe —providing the strength of stainless steel, a relatively light weight, and durability at the excessive temperatures.

Kirchoff’s law of thermal radiation this basically states that a good absorber is a good emitter , and a good absorber of heat is a black body.

Black paint generated, and Emissivity value of 0.93 compared with 0.38 for bare titanium resulting in a reduction in surface temperature of 15 to 30 degrees celsius. This was well worth this 60 pounds in additional weight of paint.

In Ben Riches Book “Skunk Works,” it was himself who suggested this idea to Kelly Johnson. Ben was the second man in control of the Skunk Works after Kelly’s retirement..

Titanium, however, proved to be a particularly sensitive material from which to build an airplane. The brittle alloy shattered if mishandled, which meant great frustration on the Skunk Works assembly line, and new training classes for Lockheed’s machinists. Conventional cadmium-plated steel tools, it was soon learned, embrittled the titanium on contact; so new tools were designed and fabricated—out of titanium.

But most important the US did not have the necessary ore. The world’s largest supplier of it was the Soviet Union, America’s enemy during the Cold War.

Titanium procurement during the Cold War was so vital to the US’ goal of defeating the Soviet Union that it had to secretly buy the metal from the very country it sought to vanquish. It was 1960 and Washington needed spy planes that could avoid detection in Soviet airspace by flying to the heavens. To make what would become the vaunted SR-71 Blackbird, Lockheed knew it had to build a light plane, but one that was strong enough to hold extra fuel to give it expansive range. The only metal that would do the job was titanium. The only place to get titanium in the needed quantities was the Soviet Union.

The US worked through Third World countries and fake companies and finally was able to ship the ore to the US to build the SR-71.

“The airplane is 92% titanium inside and out. Back when they were building the airplane the United States didn’t have the ore supplies – an ore called rutile ore. It’s a very sandy soil and it’s only found in very few parts of the world. The major supplier of the ore was the USSR. Working through Third World countries and bogus operations, they were able to get the rutile ore shipped to the United States to build the SR-71,” famous former SR-71 pilot Colonel Rich Graham said in an interesting article appeared on BBC. According to the following video, one of the bogus operations mentioned by Graham saw the US asking Soviets for titanium because they needed it for pizza ovens youtu.be/9mVXdo0QmPo

And Russians easily believed that the US needed titanium for thousands of pizza ovens. After all, they fraudulently possibly told their comrades that the United States was a lazy country that probably couldn’t even cook for itself. They need it to go out to buy pizza…

Ultimately, through third parties and fake companies, the US, “managed to unobtrusively purchase the base metal from one of the world’s leading exporters – the Soviet Union,” according to the book Skunk Works by Ben Rich, a Lockheed Martin engineer who worked on the SR-71. “The Russians never had an inkling of how they were actually contributing to the creation of the airplane being rushed into construction to spy on their homeland.”

Andriy Brodskyy contributed to this article. Written by~Linda Sheffield for Aviation Geek Club

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Pages Habubrats SR-71 and Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

@Habubrats71 via X

[moocowmoocow]

Femslash February 13 - Sunflower

Aleida x Tatyana

“Ms. Rosales?”

Aleida startled at the sound of a woman with a Russian accent calling her name near the sunflower plants the prisoners planted in their garden near one of the prisons in Leavenworth. “That’s me.”

The woman walked toward her uncertainly. “I’m Tatyana Alexandrovna Volkova.”

The girl Margo had begged Helios and her to rescue from the Soviet Union. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Tatyana looked down. “I wanted to thank Miss Madison - Margo - for convincing you to hire me. However the guards told me that my papers weren’t any good to get into the prison.”

Aleida knew that look. Margo had a way of provoking hero worship, even as she made no effort to do so. “I’ll get you in next month when I come to visit.”

Tatyana looked at her quizzically.

“When your boss has more money than God, papers suddenly become acceptable.”

“Ah, I see somethings are universal.”

“How’d you get here?”

“The dog bus?”

The Greyhound. Jesus. “I have a hotel room for the night but tomorrow I’ll be taking Helios’ plane back to Houston. You’re welcome to come along.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I would like that.”

“It’s no problem. Why don’t I take you to get some supper?”

Aleida drove until she found the ubiquitous Mexican restaurant that any decent sized town in the Great Plains had. She introduced Tatyana to enchiladas and perhaps too much tequila. She indulged her curiosity and asked Tatyana about Margo’s time in the USSR. (She will never find out about what she was most curious about - those eight years Margo lived in obscurity, pretending to be dead.) Margo in the Soviet Union was much like Margo in the US, except she still used a goddamn slide rule.

“She told me once that I reminded her of you.”

Aleida had to look away.

“It was a good thing. She told me I needed to be bolder like you, too. I think this is easier in America. The worst here is that you lose your job.”

The two of them somehow made their way back to Aleida’s hotel room. They stumbled into the room and collapsed on the bed. Tatyana reached out to touch Aleida’s shoulder and Aleida wrapped an arm around her waist.

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Blowin’ Me Up Pt. 1

Kurt Wagner and Azazel Fanfic 

Mild Kurt Wagner and Reader 

Takes place in the 80′s after Apocalypses. I took a lot of creative libraries with this so just know this isn't accurate to anything! Gender N! Reader 

Also don't own X-Men obviously.  

Warnings: Non really 

Xavier School School for gifted youngsters- 1985 

“Come on Kurt! I cant do this without you and It will be fun!” Peter said with a snicker as he shook the indigo teenage dramatically, Kurt still trying to pitifully hide behind the book he had been reading. 

“Ive never been to Club” Kurt grumbled, not really liking the sound of going to a crowded and loud place where he would be exposed around many people who wouldnt like him too much. Peter groaned as he dramatically pulled the blue teen, Who flicked his tail at the speedster in irritation. 

“(Y/N) is going to be there-” Peter said with a wicked smirk, Kurt all but froze in his spot. His tail stiffening up at hearing this, He had the biggest crush on (Y/N) since they arrived and while they had become good friends it seemed like there was something holding them back from taking a step forward. Kurt slowly lowered his book to look at Peter. 

“Fine.. Vat is Zee name?-” 

Peter gave a wide smile at this and reached into his silver jacket as he pulled out a flyer. “Its Called-” 

New York City, NY- Secret U.S.S.R office 

“Metr-ro 007- Nightclub?” A shrouded figure perched in the corner scoffed in a mixture of distaste and amusement as his glassy dark eyes looked over the file that had been tossed in front of him. 

“This is your next Target comrade, he will be there tonight-”  

The shrouded figure sighed heavily as he looked over the file some more. His target was a younger man in his 30′s who liked to party in this location from time to time. Vibrant red hands flipped through the file some more, a skilled gaze picking up every bit of information necessary for this Mission. 

“Iz unwize for someone like me to be in a crowded place-” 

There was an amused chuckle from the USSR officer but he shook his head non the less. “Ironically comrade this is the perfect place. This club is for Mutants and Mutants only... Youlll blend right in Azazel” 

The red skinned man sighed a bit at this. Leaning back in his seat as he gave a single nod in agreement. After this the meeting was cut short as Azazel took his leave, Perching on a near by building like a gargoyle and smoking a cigarette. 

It had been quite a while since Azazel had been apart of the Brotherhood, Leaving shortly after Eric took control. While Shaw wasnt a pleasant man he wasnt completely batshit crazy either. Besides while he did have a Rather interesting time with Mystique while there, She became too involved with Eric to his liking and ditched her and the group quickly. 

Now working for the USSR he stayed in America to act as their spy and Assassin. It payed well and he was provided protection from other parties who may be interested in him. Win Win. 

“Zaz! We gotta go soon’ 

Azazel snapping from his train of thought as he glanced to the side to see Angel landing next to him. She had folllowed him in leaving the Brotherhood, But truthfully he doubted she had fully cut ties with them. 

“Fine... Lets Go” 

He grumbled as he grabbed her arm and they disappeared in a puff of smoke. 

Metro 007- Franklin, NY 

Kurt looked over his appearance in the mirror hesitantly as he smoothed out his red leather jacket. Anxiety was building up in his stomach as he couldnt help but smooth out the cherry red jacket he wore, Tonight he was not only going to go out in a very crowded place, but also go out with (Y/N). Kurt gave a silent prayer before heading downstairs to meet up with everyone, Scott, Jean, Storm, Jubliee and Peter where standing there clearly ready to go as 

“Schön Kurt mumbled as he blushed a deep Violet color as he saw (Y/N). They smiled at him and chuckled sweetly, Kurt realized he hadnt exactly been suttle and smiled proudly at them “You look really nice (Y/N)” he said shyly (Y/N) blushing and giving a shy Thanks in reply. “Alright Love Birds! Lets go!” Peter said as he cut off the sweet moment much to Kurt’s dismay, However the group soon left to the club at the insistence of the resident speedster. It didnt take long for the group to end up at the club which was booming with people, Packed from shoulder to shoulder as everyone was dressed up in their best and much to Kurt's surprise many different mutant faces there which made him feel comforble and welcome. Once inside the group was pushed against the bar rather painfully, Kurt wrapping his tail around (Y/N) to get them closer and shield them a bit with his body. 

Peter handed the group several The drink actually didnt taste too bad, It was strong but he liked it. Giggling as he saw the face (Y/N) made at the harsh, they smiled at him and chuckled. Maybe it was the alcohol or the hormones in the air but soon the two found themselves on the dancefloor. While Kurt wasnt much of a dancer it didnt seem to matter much, All that mattered was him and (Y/N) together as one Dozens of songs passed them as it seemed time didnt matter, either. 

Pulling (Y/N) close he felt the liquid courage kick in as he smiled down at them. Feeling their body against his as they danced and he pulled them even closer, he saw them looking up at him and in a second felt their lips on his. For Kurt, This was the best time of his young life and couldn't see anything going wrong! 

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Azazel held a glass of scotch in his hands as he stood on a hanging railing looking down at the sea of people below him. It seemed this area was mainly for couples to smoke and get away from dancing, however it acted as a perfect place to scout out his Target. Sipping his scotch as it didnt take long to find the Target, Holding onto two women and preparing to depart to a more private area. Perfect- 

“Hey Zaz... I think you should look at this” Angel said quickly as she tapped the red skinned mans shoulder rapidly. Azazel snapping his head towards her in irritation as he looked away from the target “Yes, What?” He hissed at her, Angel seemed to be extra bold that evening as she grabbed his chin and made him face a group of kids dancing. At first he was pretty damn close to breaking her damn hand until his eyes focused on the kids. Particularly a indigo kid in a red leather jacket, he was clearly in his teens still as his lengthy figure was a bit awkward in appearance however even from the distance he couldn't help but keep staring at the boys face- It reminded Azazel of his owns when he was far younger and he wasn't covered in scars. His eyes watching with growing interest as he watched the young man laugh and clumsily spin around another teen in his arms, he assumed out of intoxication- However when Azazel was going to turn his gaze away he saw it- The thing that made Angel grab his attention that way. A Tail- A all to familiar spade tail that seemed to unwrap around the other teens waist to spin them on the dance floor, In that moment Azazel felt every drop of air leave his lungs and his world seem very woozy. Out of pure habit he quickly downed the drink in his hands and stumbled away from the railing he didn't realize he was leaning on. “What the Fuck-” He Mumbled in Russian before staggering down the stairs, his eyes not leaving the Indigo teen that was till he saw the boy disappear in a puff of smoke and Azazel felt his world go black. 

[hellonerf]

Sorry for the spam I just have a Hetalia x CSM brain-rot, adding to it, Rus is probably still the USSR since in this world the Soviet union never dissolved, but kind of different because pochita ate the WW2 devil, which also would imply the cold war didn't happened and Alfred's relationship with Ivan changed...I still want them to fight to death tho.

Also I'm 100% sure Alfred would have a bunch of gun devil(or any weapon devil) pieces inside him that guy surely ate bullets like there's no tomorrow to max his stats, freaking wench.

Again excuse the spam.

dont apologize this is very fun for me hahaha!!!!.... i love love love the concept of alfred eating the gun devil parts. somebody should kill him for this. i'll do it it's a burden but i'm willing. america and the gun devil is the reason i even brought up this idea to be honest its so fascinating... i was watching that gun devil manga fananimation on youtube and was struck by lightning(ALFRED F JONES AMERICA HETALIA GUN DEVIL CHAINSAWMAN). ALSO the ussr still existing and also the ww2 devil being eaten changing alfred and ivans relationship forever yatta!!!!!!!! i agree they should still fight to death somehow someway... applying csm's alternate history to hetalia!!!! there is so much here. i heart chainsawman and i have a tumultuous relationship with hetalia lets merge it

[crystalsandbubbletea]

A rant about something I looked up and regret...

(CW: Swearing, all caps, very cursed things [AKA personifying countries and shipping them], stereotypes)

So my friend told me about this thing called "Countryhumans", and that friend told me that they had mixed feelings, and also told me to not look it up.

And fellas, I made a fatal mistake.

I looked it up, because I'm built wrong, and all I can say is...

BLLLEEEEEUUUUUGGGGHHHHEEEEEWWWW! WHAT THE FUCK-

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I WITNESSED!?

RUSSIA X UKRAINE!?

POLAND X USSR!?

POLAND X NAZI GERMANY!?

PALESTINE X ISRAEL!?

RUSSIA X AMERICA!?

CANADA X NORTH KOREA!?

CHINA X JAPAN!?

USSR X NAZI GERMANY!?

ALBANIA X SERBIA!?

FUCKING SERBIA X BOSNIA!?

HAVE THOSE PEOPLE EVER TOUCHED HISTORY BOOKS!? HAVE THEY EVER LOOKED AT POLITICS!?

AND A MAJORITY OF THE TIME THE NATIONS WERE BEING STEREOTYPICAL OR STRAIGHT-UP OFFENSIVE!? (i.e: Poland being portrayed as "weak" and "defenseless")

MY THERAPIST WILL BE HEARING ABOUT THIS SHIT-

I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY FRIEND-

FELLAS MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T PERSONIFY NATIONS AND SHIP THEM!? MAYBE LOOK AT HISTORIES AND POLITICS!?

[trilobiter]

I'm thinking back to my first impressions of the USSR, since I was four when it came to an end. I recall my parents trying to explain communism to me, and coming away without a clear understanding except that people had little to no choice in careers or general life path stuff. If the authorities saw you had an aptitude for science, you were trained to be a scientist and that was that.

Probably the first artistic representation I ever saw of Soviet life was Colossus of the X-Men, who lived on a farm with his family and seemed pretty happy about it until he received a personal invitation to go be a superhero in America, something he seemed perfectly at liberty to do even if his parents were sad to see him go. Naturally, there wasn't much to infer from that about the actual conditions in the country, and I suspect the authors of that comic book weren't especially knowledgable or interested in them. Colossus being a Soviet usually just seemed like an excuse for some dialog flavor, like calling people "comrade" or whatever.

After that, most of what I really knew about the USSR in the 90s had to do with espionage and nuclear weapons and Siberian gulags and international chess. That, and a lot of things that just weren't true. But figuring out what was and wasn't true is not a simple task.

[apocketfullofmuses]

Natasha bio

GIVEN NAME: Natalia Alianova Romanova

ALIAS(ES): Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, Nancy Rushman, Natalie Rushman

NICKNAME(S): Tasha, Nat

DATE OF BIRTH | AGE: Unknown | Unknown (possibly 90-100 years)

GENDER | SEXUALITY | SPECIES: Female | Pansexual | Enhanced Human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Stalingrad USSR

CURRENTLY LIVING: REDACTED

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Russian, English, French, Spanish, Mandarin, and many others

EDUCATION: Red Room Academy

OCCUPATION: Freelance espionage, assassin, Avenger

CRIMINAL RECORD: REDACTED

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | No | No

HAIR COLOR: Red (occasionally dyed blonde)

EYE COLOR: Blue

HEIGHT: 5’7”

ABILITIES: Expert in use of many types of weaponry, hand to hand combat, hacking, above average strength and speed, physical regeneration and healing, tactical thinking

PARENTS: Unknown (deceased)

SIBLING(S): None

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse dependent

CHILDREN: Verse dependent

PET(S): A cat, Liho

At 5 years old, an orphaned little girl is brought to Department X’s Red Room Academy; the girl, a redhead, has no memory of her life or what had happened to her parents. She’s unable even to tell anyone her name, so one of the academy’s trainers names her Natalia Alianova Romanova. In the weeks and months that follow, little Natalia is placed into the Black Widow program, an initiative looking to train 28 girls to become the perfect weapon of the Soviet State.

Along with her classmates, Natalia undergoes extensive physical and mental conditioning, including the implantation of false memories, of a loving family and ballet training, and always the reminder that she was being a good Soviet by serving her mother country. Natalia learned quickly and was soon excelling in many of her classes; her particular specialties were espionage and assassination, as well as hand to hand combat.

By the age of 17, Natalia had already amassed and impressive body count, and had progressed well enough in her training that she was deemed a suitable candidate to receive Department X’s version of the super soldier serum used on Captain America. The changes to the candidates bodies were painful, and in some cases fatal, but Natalia survived.

Now 18, her training continued, and with the Red Room now working closely with Hydra, the Winter Soldier was brought in to tutor her. Natalia proved to be a quick study, and was soon accompanying the Soldier on missions; trainer and trainee soon became close, as Hydra’s mental control of the Soldier began to slip and he remembered the man he’d been before. Natalia was torn between duty to the only family she’d known, and her developing love for James Barnes; her discovery that her memories were nothing more than lies soon showed her where her path lay, and it was not with the Red Room.

Hydra, however, had different ideas. Fearing the loss of their Asset, the Winter Soldier was removed, his mind and memories of Natalia wiped before he was put back in cryo until he was needed again. Natalia, heartbroken and betrayed, took her revenge on those who’d taken James from her, leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. Over the following decades, little is known of Natalia, other than whispers that the feared Black Widow had committed another assassination, or had brought another government to it’s knees.

Natalia’s covert reign of terror continued until a fateful meeting with Avenger and SHIELD agent, Hawkeye. Rather than kill her, as he’d been ordered to do, Agent Barton had convinced her to defect, and put her skills to use helping people. With a name change - Natalia Romanova to Natasha Romanoff - she quickly worked her way up the ranks for SHIELD and joined the Avengers. However, the restrictions of following someone else’s orders soon started to sit badly with Natasha, and she struck out on her own, becoming a freelance spy and assassin.

[dextixer]

Aren't you the dude who posted HitlerxStalin stuff in the replies to others on Twitter? Figures you'd be a RWDE

Yes, because i engage with some politics on twitter, i have posted caricatures of Hitler x Stalin during Barbarossa. Because i live in Lithuania, a country that was occupied during those times and under illegal occupation until the end of the century.

I was posting those pictures to laugh at people who pretend to be communists and then worship authoritarian states like USSR.

If ebing anti authoritarianism is a RWDE thing, then you caught me. Fuck i hate you Americacentric pieces of trash, not everyone lives in America! And believe me, many of us dont want to!

[germandrifter]

I have Wattpad. I'm littlehistorian7.

Ok! Full disclosure, my 1-10 rating system has 5 as the average. 5 is not a low rating, I simply do not hand out 10s easily. This is just my opinion, some may disagree.

A Review of littlehistorian7’s ‘Countryhumans One Shots!’ - Part One: 25/6/2023

Welcome to the Guardians AU

This is just an introduction, listing some of the ships in the book. I have never seen anybody ship Chile x Czechia or Norway x America before, so that is interesting!

There are also two ships between countries (USSR and Finland) and OCs. I don’t normally read things with OCs in it, but I will give it a shot!

7/10 for the introduction, your explanation of what this book was for is clear. Plus, I’m a little biased, I hate long introduction chapters. Yours was nice!

“My Dear Boy…”

The fandom’s favorite hobby: torturing Poland!

The only thing I don’t understand is the USSR treating him relatively well in this story, that does seem to stray from reality. But hey, it’s a story! Things can be different in your universe.

5/10! Sweet concept, although I noticed some paragraphs that should’ve been separated and incorrect grammar that must have slipped past proofreading. I suggest Grammarly or something similar to make your life easier. This is not sponsored, but it’s free and will help you out a little.

“FATHER, NOO!”

This one felt a little rushed in some parts, but I thought it was alright overall. You left it very suspenseful at the end. 5!

Loving fathers and little daughter

My favorite so far! This one was rather cute, and your OC doesn’t seem to be like a Mary Sue. Best of your writing out of the past three, 6/10!

I feel like I may have been hard on you in some parts, and for that I apologize. I’m going to cut it off at three stories for now, but if you ask I’ll happily continue.

Overall Book Score (So far): 5.75

[usafphantom2]

The beginning of Area 51 is directly related to the development of the U-2 reconnaissance aircraft. After World War II, the Soviet Union lowered the Iron Curtain around itself and the rest of the Eastern Bloc, creating a near-intelligence blackout to the rest of the world. When the Soviets backed North Korea’s invasion of South Korea in June 1950, it became increasingly clear that the Kremlin would aggressively expand its influence. America worried about the USSR’s technology, intentions, and ability to launch a surprise attack—only a decade removed from the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.

A small part of the Lockheed corporation was called the Skunk Works. The requirement for absolute secrecy meant that in the year ahead, the Skunk Works team was assured a high degree of autonomy from the rest of the Lockheed corporation. Most competing companies tried to emulate the Skunk Works and had their small exclusive part of their company. In time, the expression, “he’s a real Skunk,” was considered a compliment

Kelly Johnson was the head of the Skunk Works. He was the designer creator of the U-2, the A-12, the YF 12, the M-12, and the SR -71 in 1955. He tasked Tony LeVier, his chief test pilot, to find a place far away from the public to test the U-2.

Tony LeVier used the company's Beach Bonanza airplane to fly Kelly, Richard Bissell, and Ozzie Ritland to an old World War II airfield just north of the test range where nuclear weapons had been dropped. It only took 30 seconds for everyone to know this was it! Isolated desert near a large lake bed. Kelly Johnson ironically called it “Paradise Ranch” because it wasn’t paradise! Later, it was shortened to the Ranch. When I was a little girl, I would hear my Dad and his friends talk about the Ranch. I would listen because I was a fan of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, thinking they might drop a hint of where they lived.

For all the myths and legends, what’s true is that Area 51 is very real—and still very active. There may not be aliens or a moon-landing movie set beyond those fences, but something is happening, and only a select few are privy to what’s happening further down that closely monitored wind-swept Nevada road.

Linda Sheffield

Source: Paul Crickmore‘s book Beyond the Secret Missions, the missing chapters.

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[haxyr3]

Random Cultural Fact: higher indoor temperatures in summer even with AC

Until recently, air conditioning wasn't common in Russia and, I think, most of the x-USSR countries. Even now, when AC (ductless, mind you) are becoming more and more common, people tend to not cool down their homes too much, usually keeping the temperature at 25C-26C (77-78F).

My observation is that Russian expats, me included, who moved to the North America keep the temperature at this range, too, feeling uncomfortable with anything lower than that. All my neighbors prefer to have their homes frozen to 69F (20.5C), but for me or for my husband, or for other Russian expat families I know this contrast between indoor and outdoor temperatures is too much.

I remember I first discovered how different the idea of comfort may be when I visited Austin, TX, about 15 years ago. It 85-90 F and very humid outside, but all the businesses and hotels kept the temperature at 66F-69F. I thought I would get a terrible cold or pneumonia if I stayed indoor for too long :)

[sarcasrnspasrn]

seeing the post about shinzo abe and spy x family going around and while it’s obviously a joke post because of the setting the story takes place in is blatantly inspired by western society during the cold war and the new domestic roles forced upon both gender roles to help keep people in line after the uncertainty of the cold war. im bad at articulating this im just gonna copypasta my mini ramble i posted in a private discord a while ago

during cold war america there was a societal push to reimpose domestic standards and a unified conforming way of life because well if a nation's divided how can it be strong enough to fight another global superpower hm? we have to be united + the same and together in this new suburban ideal

and part of this was the nuclear family of a wife a husband 2.4 kids in white segregated suburbia

marrying age got lower because of this, fairly common for ppl to marry their high school sweethearts right after graduating because it was a way of pursuing this domestic ideal

there was also a fear of like... if a woman isn't married or is unsatisfied with her married life then. heh. she might become a lesbian and/or hook up with the evil commies and pollute our perfect society

(side note all lesbians are communists, obv)

but there's like a stereotype that still exists of Evil USSR Spy Seductress and that's why

MEANWHILST in spy x family a fairly similar fear exists for miss Yor our beloved

because apparently approaching the age of 30 without a partner or husband is seen as suspicious, with the other ladies at her workplace warning her abt how ppl are being reported to the Govt for it in case they're SPIES for the enemy (one of them said "ohh single women are plants to lower our national birthrate" yeah that's the priorities obv)

and i mean while yor isn't a spy. she sure is uh an assassin i mean a completely ordinary civil servant so she wouldn't have anything to fear if she were arrested by the govt but it's still not ideal

so this pressure to be part of a family is because of the fear that single women pose a threat to the stability of society

tl;dr it’s funny how this anime inspired by cold war-era domesticity societal norms is accidentally re-encouraging them in some people apparently. propaganda from sitcoms like “leave it to beaver” is OUT propaganda from japanese spy anime is IN

(and here’s some final thoughts from my rant which aren’t super related but are still crucial i think)

side note sexy women were called bombshells because well. a nuclear bomb is just about as stable as a woman's sexuality if you don't keep an eye on them. or else they'll explode and the world will turn communist

i love going to college education. it helps give me cultural context for my animes