#teutons

[grrl-beetle]

Mika Vainio - Teutons

[beidak-art]

[danidrawsstuff]

and michael you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime

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hello im back on my child saint gilbert bs again :)

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[royaltea000]

time slip

[jackce]

And my last piece for the Hetalia anthology zine! If you haven't downloaded that zine already (is free) here https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/19NfjP1DkLuTleLWHKARfAD9NdRyGUldR

[redisart]

It was originally a sticker, but it miraculously turned into a full-fledged work

[questionablelightyagami]

in the name of the lord

[genillustrate]

"You'll always advance behind me" "Yes, sir!" "Psh, Sacro is better" "Yes, sir." I'm back. With more medieval times, oh yeah. I'm giving the name Michael to the Templar Knights and Gabriel to Hospitallers, just because they're biblical names, haha. The Knights Hospitaller started in Cyprus, and Cyprus is an island that was under Greek protection since ancient times, and in times of the Cruzades, Cyprus was under the protection of the Bizantine Empire, thus, Greece, that's why I'm giving him an appearence similar to that of my HC of Greece himself, just like Knights Templar looks just like France.

In my HCs, in his youth, France has a much more severe personality than in his adulthood, more similar to his germanic Frankish roots, than the Galloroman ones. It would be not until the Fall of the Bizantine Empire and the Reinassance that the Greek pushed with the enourmous exodus of Greek erudites that the Fall of Constantinople pushed through Europe, that France, and the rest of the continent, would have contact with the almost forgotten Grecoroman culture. And thus, the start of modern history. That's why I draw him all serious and violent in his youth; it's a reflection of the times. And he was always the vanguard of the attacks, because in that time the French were famous for their training, ferocity in battle and direct attacks. They were all about their honor in battle and their strategy were more like battles of brute force instead of strategic calculations; they were so strong they could afford the luxury, ha. Until they couldn't and had to adapt. And yes, Gilbert is very infatuated with Michael. I think it's canon that Templar knights was the one who teached him music, literature, to sing and the one who trained the most with him. And if not, well, now it is. Haha. They're hella cute, and I'm a sucker for first innocent love in baby years. I got sloppy with the colors but please bear with it, my back was killing me.

[granddaughterogg]

König fluff. Also, mentions of gore. But you know, it's par the course with him.

As if an angel pissed on your head. That's how your kindness and affection feels to König. Unbelievable stroke of unearned luck.

König is the type of guy who will break enemies' backs on his knee like they're made of matchsticks.

Yet when the squad returns to the base and he sees you, his Absolutely Non-Obvious Crush, lounging around the helipad, smiling and waving at the boys - he gets all Nervous under that filthy sniper hood.

"Yo, you won't believe what the big guy did today!" cries out one of your teammates, patting the giant on the back. Lower part of said back, more like it. There isn't anyone on base who could actually reach the top part without standing on their toes.

"He went through five of them in a row, no knife, no nothing, just his bare hands - "

You meet König's tired grey eyes. In passing, because then he looks away, his hidden face suddenly burning.

"It was nothing special..." He mumbles, thick accent lending its jaggedness to his unsure words.

"Nothing special?! He took one of them by the head, smacked it on the concrete and it burst like a melon! Blood was everywhere!!!" That other guy gushes in the background. König winces.

"Hey, I'm sure you did great", you say gently, undeterred by being presented with this mouthwatering visual. "You hungry? Come on, judging by the smells around the cantine, they actually cooked something good for us tonight."

"...Ja, I'm starving."

He wants to say so much more. That he's happy to survive another day of this senseless carnage. To return to this base, which is the only kind of home he's ever known. To return to you.

You know who he is - or rather, what he is - and yet you still wait for him on the tarmac every time. You still greet him like he actually did something worth praising.

His late father used to have a saying: "As if an angel pissed on your head." That's how your kindness and affection feels to König. Unbelievable stroke of unearned luck.

If he knew how to pray, he'd be on his knees every night, thanking powers that be for this miracle.

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[smoothie03]

TeuTemp Comic | Favourite Colour

[bluudpop]

noo dumbass little teutonic knight boyyy dont drink the grimace shakeee!!!!!!!!!!!

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[beidak-art]

they were confreres in christ

[banjunky]

MARSCH DER TEUTONISCHEN RITTER

[royaltea000]

cannot STAND this guy

[danidrawsstuff]

"the favorite lamb"

saw this poem on a succession edit and got sent to turbo hell

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