#Let's ignore my hetalia reference please

[withnofreetime]

Hetalia ☆ World Stars (512, main story) (1/2)

5 days later, I finished. And because it was the 10 most hard-work hours of the week I share it.

Translation notes at the end: ‘cuz I took a lot of “creative freedoms(?)”. Warning: I don’t know Italian, German (my sister know) and Chinese.

Next (2/2) T/N:

Page 1. (Warning: Rough translations)

“Distretto Italia”, this one is obvious “Distric Italy”

“Fratellone” is an informal way to say “big brother”, the formal and literal word is “maggiore fratello” but they’re gangsta.

“Pezzi di merda” is “pieces of sh*t”.

Page 2.

“Chūgoku District”, its name of an island in Japan, but it’s also used to refer to China.

The bad quality in the name of China, so I just invented it: “Great Dinasty”, because the Great Wall and nth dynasties.

“Ya dig?” I’m not British and I don’t know anyone who is, so… sorry.

Page 3.

“Parrain”. Wikipedia has a lot of information about the hierarchy in the French Mafia and they said: “Godfather” like the movie but French (?). Apparently “Parrain” is not as important as “Caïd” who is the “Big Boss” but that changes from family to family.

“Король” means “King”, and has nothing to do with “Tsar”, but it’s also related to the monarchy.

Page 4.

“Amici” the plural way of “friend”, hence “friends”.

“Homo Homini Lupus”, again Wikipedia, is a Latin proverb, “Homo/Homini” is “Human”, and “Lupus” is “Wolf”. It can be translated to “Man is wolf to man”. In other words: “Don’t trust (talk) to strangers, because they can be dangerous”, just thinks about “Little Red Riding Hood”.

“Fratelli d’ Italia” is “Italian Brothers”

“Stahl in unserer Seele” is “Steel in our soul”. I couldn’t find any current or old usage of the phrase, but I didn’t look very hard…

“Rising Sun”, again the quality. But in my country, Japan is the “Country of the Rising Sun” and I REALLY like the name, better Japan than Spain :)

“Grand Master”, I think in Japanese is used to name the Master of the family/house.

Page 6.

“Evviva!” Is like a “Hooray!” But it’s a shout of enthusiasm.

“Figlio di puttana” is “son of a b*tch”.

Page 7.

The “ranks”, not sure about that. I know it’s now about them as players tho (Germany was more lost…).

“Chi trova un amico, trova un tesoro”, an Italian proverb, “who finds a friend, finds a treasure”. The Centro Virtual Cervantes said its usage is very common.

“Grazie!”, “Thanks”.

“Cari tesori”, “dear treasures”, let’s pretend that Japan and Germany don’t know Italian.

Page 9.

“Chi la fa, l’aspetti”, depending on the context (and the person) the proverb can be negative or positive, literal tl: “who makes it, waits for it”, like karma but Italy made it positive. It’s very used.

“Caro amico” is “dear friend”.

Page 10.

“Cost” it’s real money lol. And, uh, please notice the wallet with a rose embroidery from China and ignore what France does.

If you notice an error (most likely), please don’t doubt to say it.

#hetalia world stars #hetalia #aph italy #hws italy #hws germany #hws japan #hws america #hws china #hws england #hws france #hws russia #hws canada #but just a head :( #japanese to english #translation

[ineffableangelics]

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[desertsandsnstarrysky]

I keep getting followed and stalked by this one Hetalia user named /@ragdollpie and a few of their followers on my social media. (One called

/@borzoimuffin I believe as well.) anyways,

Please if you respect the Jewish community and those who have had family in general during the holocaust block them!

They called me a Nazi fetish artist and that is basically a spit in my face. And very rude.

Because they got this way because their s/o or partner came onto my instagram and proceeded to insult my art and so I did… I did slip and say their art is an “eyesore” but you guys legit threw hands first, you could’ve just left me alone and ignore or block me, but you had to throw that dig in!

Did you expect me to not defend myself? While you guys basically went and stalked around for me?

…

And not only that but they are trying to basically find me on many other platforms after I initially tried to sent me a message on instagram the first time but my DMs would not go through and basically when I sent them screenshots about how their behavior was disrespectful and how I felt horrible being called a Nazi, the messages ended up not showing up.

So I don’t know why their intentions to do so was simply for pure control of the fandom, to call out unnecessary and make drama or what, but I’m not the type to make any issues at all.

So please for me. Do not engage with them if you support Jewish folk. Because they clearly shown their “pro Palestine” support by calling me a Nazi Zionist. (I’m neutral about Zionism by the way.)

And they are stalking me online. Which is absolutely absurd… like just leave me alone. If you find them anywhere in any platform, just block and disengage! Oy!

I’m not even PROMOTING NAZI BEHAVIOR! This was all in reference to how the ship existed because I’ve SEEN OTHERS IN THE PAST IN THE FANDOM SHIP THEM.

And also, the ship has a deeply rooted and complex emotional meaning behind it that HAS TO DO WITH MY OWN TRAUMA! Where and anywhere am I showing Nazi fetish at? With one picture!?! Really? 💀 don’t tell me they’re one of those “antis”

I know one thing, they sure are obsessed with characters like Greece and Turkey, whom committed an atrocities to the Jewish folk for HUNDREDS OF YEARS! So let’s CLAP BACK AT THAT … HMMM HOW DOES IT FEEL TO DRAW CHARACTERS THAT AUTOMATICALLY ANTISEMITIC BY DEFAULT?

but guess what??? I didn’t come find you and stalk you, and called you disrespectful things because you draw problematic history… You DID 🫵

I have enough brain power in one brain cell than in the amount your entire head and your little wolf hunting posse’s heads to know that if something on Hetalia bothers me and causes me discomfort, to block it!

BECAUSE I KNOW HETALIA HAS TOPICS IN IT THAT ARE LESS THAN FAVORABLE DUE TO HOW COUNTRIES/NATIONS ARE!

But you know what? I could sit down and decipher this down with you, piece by piece and you still wouldn’t listen or even be civil about it. So I’m done! Now LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!

Oh and if you have any fans who have had family killed in the holocaust, you need to be blocked by them! They need to really know how much of a antisemitic person you are! Disgusting! Do NOT CALL ME A NAZI!

I don’t give a fuck who you think you are… do not call a Jewish person a Nazi!

//slams fists on table over and over again

Do not call a Jewish person a Nazi! Do not! Do not! Do not!

I don’t care what the fuck you do with your life… do NOT CALL ME, A JEW A NAZI!

#Hetalia #antisemitism #I’m sorry but you wouldn’t leave me alone #jumblr #Jewish Hetalia fans #israelhetalia #Jewish #disengage and block them #this is causing me to have massive amounts of anxiety #jewish tumblr #Israel #anti bullying #I really hate people policing others #I also hate when people don’t take into facts at all #hetalia fans #hetalia fanart #this is what hetalia fandom is doing to me now #I seriously got called a Nazi #currently trying to fight antisemitism #hetalia oc #hetalia self ship #hetalia israel #why is antisemitism spreading around through all fandoms? #can we just not #i’m also labeled a zionist and nazi for supporting israel as a country the people in it #im trying to be in a fandom and this is how I get treated #this is why I left last time… the unhinged behavior is unreal #stop acting like you own history #goyims smh #tw

[auroracalisto]

requests

requests are CLOSED.

fandoms:

the last kingdom

american horror story

stranger things

twilight

the witcher

bridgerton

the umbrella academy

x-men

marvel (with a few exceptions)

hetalia

i will NOT write the following:

incest

dubcon/noncon

age play

NSFW. while i did write it in the past, i have noticed i have a few minors following my account. i will not be taking any NSFW requests, no matter what. i may post to my ao3, but until further notice, any NSFW requests will be ignored or deleted.

anything else that makes me uncomfortable. i retain the right to say no to any request. while i try my best to write all of them, if i feel uncomfortable with a request, i will refuse to write it. i will of course let you know, whether you request it on anon or not.

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[guessmonsta]

Now that the ask box is open again, I want to ask if you do soulmate AU's? If so, could you write an AU that you have the first words your soulmate says to you printed on your wrist. And that the words Tsukishima has on his wrists is something really negative. How he would react when he would hear his soulmate say those words. (Is this understandable? I feel like this was really confusing)

A) Soulmate AU’s are the reason I’m aliveB) Get ready for insecure Tsukishima Kei because that’s how I write this nut + this fits so perfectly for my headcanons of him I’m bawling y’all

Golden, silky cursive down the muscle on his wrist. It would’ve been so beautiful, if not for the words they said.

“You’re a failure.”

Words appeared during puberty, the peak of your hormonal blossoming. They started out faded, barely noticeable, and as time progressed, they became bold, powerful, the center of every pubescent teens sad, hopeful life. The very moment the faded gold ink first began to bleed into him at thirteen years old, Tsukishima Kei already knew he was beyond fucked. At thirteen years old he was lost, Jean Louise Finch in “To Set A Watchman”, discovering the bitter, cold truth. At thirteen years old he wasn’t ready for love, the only love he ever had washed down in the drain along with any jubilance he had left. At thirteen years old with the constant reminder of absolute pessimism lingering on his wrist while other boys fawned over sweet subliminal messages of infatuation, Tsukishima Kei lost himself more.

At fourteen years old he ripped himself apart. The gold ink that bled into his pale, scar shaven skin was still prominent, becoming brighter each time the flesh was bruised. He tried, he really did, to make himself the image of perfection. Knowing that one day, the person who he was to be tied to for eternity would think of him as a failure was just another weight onto his already collapsing being. Yamaguchi hit puberty later than he did, he peaked right after the first semester of their third year of middle school, and as he began to grow, the turquoise tangent on his wrist grew too. “Don’t be upset, I could name one hundred things I admire about you” it read, and Kei couldn’t help but wonder how Yamaguchi managed to be so fatefully tied to a woman of wisdom while he was anchored to a pit of pessimism.

When he was fifteen years old, he couldn’t take it anymore. When high school came, the hype of soulmates did nothing but erupt even more. Outside of volleyball, the only thing his volleyball team ever seemed to talk about was soulmates. Beautiful, funny statements in soft purples and reds and blues, they were all so lively yet Kei couldn’t wonder how his statement out of all of them was colored bright gold. As the year went on he grew tired, the eerie message doing nothing but causing him grief. He couldn’t help but dread recalling midterms, when all that went through his mind when he was studying is the cute gold calligraphy of ‘failure’. Yamaguchi found his soulmate, a lively one from a rival school, a kind, wise hearted soul just like Yamaguchi always dreamed. His friends, or acquaintances, as he liked to put it, we’re falling in love and finding themselves left and right, and by the time spring arrived and every first year on the team found his soulmate, even standoffish Kageyama who couldn’t talk to a female for his life, he drew the conclusion that he might as well be alone forever. That thought was ridiculous though, he knew it. He still had well over seventy years of his life left, and six years left of education, so not finding his soulmate in his first year of highschool would definitely not render him lonely. Although, he felt like it. He felt alone, and it made him feel pathetic. It made him feel like a failure just like those bloody golden words on his wrist prophesied.

He drove himself to move away at nineteen. He hadn’t found anything in his eighteen years in Japan and he hoped, and prayed there would be something for him beyond the borders of the familiar. So, he set off for Cornell, an Ivy League college in America. It was risky, it really was, even if he was the top of his English class. They had a good multicultural scene over there, he was told, and for some reason, that just dragged him in further. His wanderlust grew and grew the more and more he looked around into the vast world in front of him and by the time he was already settled into Cornell, he just wanted to pack his bags and travel somewhere else again. He couldn’t though, at least not until junior year. Cornell was treating him nice, a cosy establishment in the middle of nowhere and honestly, it reminded him a bit of home. If you traveled to the highest point on campus all you could see was miles of rolling hills and maple trees, crows flocking through the air at the break of dawn and the familiar chill down his spine in the winter. Although through it all, he still hadn’t met his soulmate. His brother encouraged him to still have hope through it all. “I didn’t find my soulmate until senior year, you still have time!” He would say, but Kei would just shake his head.

He was in his junior year of college and he was presented with an opportunity of international education, an opportunity every college student hoped and prayed to have. He was going to Copenhagen, and he knew exactly why. Out of 196 countries and tens of thousands of cities, he chose Copenhagen, the heart of a freezing Nordic wonderland. It was said to be the happiest place on earth and to be frank, there was nothing Tsukishima needed in his life more than an optimistic habitat. So, as soon as the second semester came, he didn’t waste a minute hopping onto that plane.

At first, Copenhagen was weird. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, it was just unfamiliar. It was far too optimistic, streets lined with bars and old woman walking dogs, college students in beanies smoking weed on apartment balconies. Everyone carried an “I don’t give a shit” vibe and just as Tsukishima thought he would maybe, finally meet his soulmate, he was shut down. Everyone in this city seemed to be far too nice to utter such a thing as the thing on his wrist. He was ready to give up.

It was Friday morning and Tsukishima wanted to die. His roommate was already up, playing loud, headache inducing music from his side of the dorm. As much as he’d hate to admit, he got himself drunk last night, well really, his roommate got him drunk last night, it was the bastards idea to buy three crates of beer for a small frat party. He sat up in bed and groaned, not even attempting to hold back his displeasure. “I didn’t think you’d be such a lightweight, Kei.” His roommate snorted, turning off his music to slump next to Tsukishima’s bed frame. “You want a water or something, buddy?”“Don’t call me a fucking lightweight, I had eight beers.” He rubbed his eyes harshly, not sure if the stars he saw were from the rubbing or the alcohol that still lingered in his system. “But yeah, the water would be nice. Thank you.” Tsukishima really hated himself in that moment. He was never one to be late for classes, never one to drink on a school night. Tsukishima Kei was never, not once in his life, ten minutes late for an eight o'clock class on the other side of campus. Although today, he broke the lucky streak.“Oh, are you fucking kidding me?” He muttered to himself, mustering up all his willpower to get out of his bed. His knees wobbled underneath him as he wasted no time getting dressed, chugging an entire water bottle in second, and throwing the empty container right back at his roommate. “Don’t pee yourself out there, dumbass!”“Fuck off, Mathias.” Was his reply, slamming the door behind him and immediately regretting his decisions from right now and the night before. Everything hurt, absolutely ached, and he began to wonder if perfect attendance was really worth the torture he was sure to endure in the next two hours. He pushed himself though, because skipping out would just mean that he was a failure.

By the time he arrived he was thirty minutes late. People were gawking at him, obviously taking notice of how he looked like an absolute wreck. He knew his eyebags had to be atrocious, but he was hoping and praying that he didn’t look like the walking dead. He took a quick seat in the back of the room, hoping that once he sat down people would lose interest and forget him. They did, one or two students still making nasty remarks a few rows in front of him. If he hadn’t cared so much about his reputation (and his mother’s money) he would’ve thrown his textbook at the back of their heads. The girl next to him fidgeted, scooting down the bench slightly to get away from him. She looked a tad bit uncomfortable, and part of him wanted to feel a bit guilty for her. He probably still smelled like alcohol, he thought.

“I’m sorry, I’m a failure.” He snorted, once he caught her eye and got his things situated. Tsukishima didn’t know why he thought a self deprecating joke would lighten the mood, for her eyes just widened and looked down at the laptop in front of her. “Oh, sure, you’re a failure.” She commented back, her sarcasm blatantly evident. She pointed towards a pile of papers on her desk and said something else, but Tsukishima had short circuited far too long ago to process the words she said next. His whole life was a misconception. Six years of acceptance and self consciousness all derived from one, big, misconception. She was the one to bring the words on her wrist to his attention. Small, blocky orange writing stating “I’m sorry, I’m a failure.” He still couldn’t process words, his wrist feeling as if it were burning. His gut was roiling and he absolutely couldn’t believe the horrendous irony this situation reeked with. The professor kept talking, droning away about the history of a long dead African tribe, but he didn’t care.“I don’t think you realize how much these words have made me hate myself these past few years.” he muttered into her ear, breath shaky and languid from the adrenaline rush he experienced. “I don’t think you know how worried I’ve been for you these past few years.” She replied, her fingers absentmindedly running over her wrist. “I thought I’d meet you on a bridge.”“Don’t say that.”“Well, I thought I would.” She shrugged, nudging his hip and motioning him to collect his things. “Let’s get out of here.” She implied, already shoving her laptop back into her purse. “But I just got here.” He argued.“But I just met my soulmate. C’mon, nobody’s going to think you’re a failure.”

#Let's ignore my hetalia reference please #Also this is now the longest scenario on this blog #huzzah #Haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! Imagines #haikyuu!! Matchups #haikyuu!! Scenarios #tsukishima kei #kuroo tetsurou

[tarnished-angelcoric]

INTRO

Hello! You can refer to us as Angel, and our collective pronouns are they/them. I am a DID system just trying to find healing and community, and to feel a little bit less like a freak in a world that’s already hurt us so deeply. Our body is 22 years old; we are employed and not in school. We are physically disabled and have mental illnesses other than DID; you may see me talk about how these different factors interact. I am professionally diagnosed and in therapy; educated self-DX is welcome and supported here!

For privacy reasons, we will not tag our posts with which alter is fronting. If we do mention our alters by name, it will be with an emoji or a nickname. If we are talking one-on-one, you’re free to ask who you’re speaking to, but do remember that we are not obligated to disclose that. If you don’t know who specifically is fronting, just refer to us as Angel.

This is a side blog; we interact from d******b (censored for privacy). If you’re not sure if we’re following you, feel free to ask!

BYF:

I will frequently alternate between I and we when talking about the system. Apologies if it gets confusing.

If you need to message us, you are always welcome to. Whether you have a question, need a safe adult to talk to, or just want some cat pictures to cheer you up, we’ll do our best to help. We try to be a friend, but do note that we will have certain boundaries with you if you are a minor, for obvious reasons.

Due to the nature of being a system, there will be discussions of trauma and abuse. Things will be tagged as needed (usually as just “[trigger]” or “[trigger] tw”). If you need anything tagged, anything at all, just let us know.

I try to always add image descriptions to my posts, but reblogs are hit or miss. If there is anything else I can incorporate to make my blog more accessible, please let me know!

I am always, always open to answering questions about having DID. Don’t worry about being too nosy - if I’m not comfortable answering it, I’ll let you know. The only hard limit is this: do not ask about details of our trauma.

Please do not use typing quirks with us - if you do, please provide a translation. Asks/messages with no translation will be ignored and likely deleted. They’re very difficult for us to read, and cause many issues for us.

In a similar vein, please use tone tags with us! We struggle a LOT with reading tone over text, and tone tags are what we use to prevent miscommunication. Just sticking with the basics (/j, /s, /lh, /gen) is totally fine, but you’re welcome to use other ones (I don’t have all of them memorised, so I may have to ask what they mean).

I’m always open to a civil discussion. Every system is different, and therefore has different opinions; as long as yours are not harming anybody or being intentionally aggressive, I’m always open to chat. On that note, please remember that we’re working on our own issues as well, including aggression. If we’re overstepping or being needlessly rude, please let us know.

Note that since I am employed and self-sufficient, I cannot always be online. On top of that, memory issues tend to interfere with socializing. It may take some time for us to respond to messages. If it’s been more than a day or two, feel free to shoot us another one; we may have forgotten!

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Pro-ship/”anti-anti”/think fiction doesn’t affect reality, support incest/unhealthy ages gaps/etc. or are neutral on the matter

Harry Potter/Hetalia/Attack on Titan/Vivziepop fans/supporters

DSMP/jschlatt/related fans/supporters

[NO]MAP aka pedophile

Endo/tulpa/non-traumagenic system or supporter

Support/believe in the idea of “narcissistic abuse”

We will block people at our own discretion, and no we do not owe you an explanation.

This DNI may be subject to change whenever. If you’re curious about why something is on the list, or need clarification, feel free to ask.

This blog used to be very syscourse-heavy, but we are stepping away from posting that content. Still, it may appear occasionally as educational posts. If you need that (or anything else) tagged, please let us know.

#intro #dni #byf #i know not everybody listens to dnis but consider it a warning that you will get blocked lol

[wiltingofthewhitelily]

{Hetalia Platonic Ships Week 2021} Day 7: Free Day - Iceland & Latvia

A/N: Submission #7 for @hetaliaplatonicshipsweek!

Aaaaand the last day! I was originally planning to do Canada and Cuba (a platonic pairing I just adore) for this day until I realized I didn't actually have any solid story ideas for them :')

Sooo I chose Iceland and Latvia instead, because I imagine the two to be pretty good friends. This is just a high school au (bc as many of y'all know I'm a sucker for them) that I came up with one day while sitting in class lol. You can choose to see this as taking place in the same universe as the fic I wrote for family week (the Anko Family submission for Day 5, Embarrassment) if you wish, bc everything lines up pretty much to a T. Also, my demiboy Iceland hc is back, so he/they pronouns again.

Also, here's the reference for human names again (though most of these characters are only briefly mentioned):

Emil - Iceland

Raivis - Latvia

Leon - Hong Kong

Michelle - Seychelles

Mei - Taiwan

Lili - Liechtenstein

Ok, I hope you guys enjoy!

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Being a librarian's aide at a high school wasn't nearly as bad as it appeared on the surface—well, at least for Emil it wasn't. It was always nice and quiet (for obvious reasons, since it was a library), and it allowed him to get out of a couple of boring classes which he didn't even need to take since he'd already received all the credits for them. Plus, the librarian herself was always very nice and even gave him free coffee and donuts from the teacher's lounge on most days. So, needless to say, Emil actually liked being her aide very much.

It wasn't even that much work, honestly. Not that much work at all. Usually just stacking returned books back on the bookshelf and taking out papers from the printer and giving them to students and teachers. Emil didn't have to interact with too many other kids as there were only a couple of other aides—a senior girl who was the librarian's secretary, and a boy named Raivis who Emil was pretty sure was a sophomore. Raivis basically did the same tasks as Emil, placing books on the bookshelf and whatnot.

Raivis was a curly-haired brunet who was very short for his age, barely even coming up to Emil's shoulder; he had a round boyish face that added to his middle-schooler look. Though he seemed to be a pretty quiet kid, just like Emil, since the two worked together they evidently had to communicate with each other sometimes—and honestly, Emil really enjoyed talking with him. He seemed to have a lot of the same interests as Emil—video games, indie music, hell, he even liked science fiction novels too—and a similar personality to them. Emil wouldn't exactly consider themselves close enough to Raivis to consider him a friend, probably just a very good acquaintance; however, they definitely saw the potential for friendship. It was there.

Sometimes Emil wondered if Raivis even had any other friends, as they'd never seen the boy really talk to anybody else. They wondered where he sat at lunch and tried to recall countless times if they'd ever seen him at lunch with anybody else (at their school, all juniors and sophomores had the same lunch period, so Emil knew that they had lunch with Raivis).

Anyway, on one Thursday morning Emil and Raivis were in the library, organizing books in the—what do you know—science fiction section. They had set their uneaten donuts and coffee on a nearby table and were just talking and laughing among each other, as well as sharing some of the good books they'd found that they happened to have read in the past. Emil made a mental note of all the reading suggestions Raivis had given him. I'm gonna have to check out those books when Mrs. Newman lets me pick some out again, Emil thought to himself (Mrs. Newman referring to the librarian). Another perk to being a librarian's aide was that they got to pick out more books than the other students, about three to five every other week.

Everything was going okay until these two boys who Emil had never seen in the library before casually walked up to the table that had the two's donuts and coffee and sat in the chairs.

However, Emil just kept their attention on Raivis, who was laughing as he told them about this one dystopian book, holding it up so Emil could see. "Yeah! And the best part is when—" Raivis stopped talking abruptly when he noticed the two boys there; his eyes grew wide and he got a...scared look on his face? Hurriedly, he shoved the book back in its spot on the shelf, averting his eyes from the boys and holding Emil's arm loosely, trying to guide him away from the section they were at. "Um...how about let's go sort out the encyclopedias," Raivis suggested quickly.

Emil cocked his eyebrows, now very confused. "But what about our food?"

However, Raivis didn't respond and instead continued to try to push Emil away from the boys.

"Hey, short stack!"

Raivis visibly cringed at the voice of one of the boys. This prompted him, as well as Emil to lift their heads up. One of the kids was cackling annoyingly, while the other one had carelessly taken a bite out of one of Raivis' donuts.

Seeing this latter action immediately caused Emil to furrow their eyebrows. "Hey, what the heck?" they said sternly. "That's Raivis' food."

The kid who'd eaten Raivis' donut snickered. "Yeah, no shit, Dad."

"Emil, just leave them alone..." Raivis said quietly, still holding onto their arm.

Emil ignored him and, though his heart was pounding nearly out of his chest with nerves, he continued to try to set the two boys straight. "I'm going to tell Mrs. Newman if you two don't stop," he threatened.

The other boy, who'd started to drink Raivis' coffee, set his cup down and made mocking jazz hands. "Ooo—Mrs. Newman. I'm so scared," he said sarcastically.

Emil shot the two one last glare and went up to the front of the library to do what he'd just said he would do—tell Mrs. Newman. As he began to walk, he heard the sounds of pounding footsteps, splashing, and then a high-pitched wail that could only belong to one person. Emil whipped his head around and gasped. The kid with the coffee had dumped the entire beverage onto Raivis' head; it was dripping from his hair, and onto the floor.

Now simmering with anger, Emil stomped up to the two kids—he was about to yell something until he heard one of the boys snort loudly and then run up to place the now-empty cup of coffee into Emil's hand. The ash-blond didn't have time to be too confused; he was much more concerned for Raivis at that moment. He prepared to yell at the two boys to get the hell out (he honestly didn't care at that point that they were in a library) before he heard a voice behind him: "Hey! What are you two doing?"

The teens all looked toward the voice and saw Mrs. Newman standing there, hands on her hips, her expression very angry looking—though not at Emil and Raivis, rather at the boy that'd spilled coffee on Raivis' head, as well as his friend.

The two boys, though they'd just mocked Mrs. Newman a mere few minutes prior, stood there, scared, until they glanced at each other briefly and then dashed out of the large library doors. Emil smirked internally as they saw this. Now they're afraid, huh? they thought to themselves.

Mrs. Newman stared at the boys like a hawk as they ran out into the halls, but once they were out of eyesight she turned to Raivis, her face instantly growing from full of anger to full of concern. She walked up slowly to the boy, gently placing her hand on a part of his arm that'd been untouched by the coffee. "Oh, sweetheart," she said, "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

Raivis shrugged his shoulders slowly, his face looking so solemn, so pitiful. "It's fine..."

The tall blonde woman turned to Emil then. "Honey, will you take him to the office to get a fresh change of clothes?" she asked. "He will probably need to use one of the showers in the gym too...can you walk with him, please?"

Emil nodded instantly. "Yeah. Sure thing."

Mrs. Newman smiled back. "Thank you."

Soon, the two teens were walking off to do just that. Raivis was very quiet all the way to the office—which Emil could understand one hundred percent. Poor kid must've felt so embarrassed. He decided he wouldn't make the situation any worse for him and kept his mouth shut, too. They swiftly went to the office to get some spare clothes and then got the clear to go down to the gym bathroom so Raivis could wash up.

The two got to the gym and were standing in front of the door to the bathroom; Raivis glanced up at Emil, his face a little pink. "Um," he began, holding his hand out a little, "could you give me the clothes?"

"Oh, yeah," Emil replied, handing Raivis the sweatpants and t-shirt.

Raivis nodded his thanks and headed on in. After he shut the door, Emil just decided to sit against the wall and wait for him while he showered and changed.

Nearly thirty minutes later, Raivis finally came back out. Emil looked up, put his phone back in his pocket, and then stood up. "How was it?" he asked the sophomore.

Raivis sighed deeply; his eyes were very close to watering, even though he looked and smelled as fresh as a daisy. "Um...okay I guess," he answered, voice quavering a little. "There was a lot of coffee on me."

Emil nodded, but tsk-tsked. He began to walk out of the gym, and Raivis followed close behind. "Who even were those kids?" Emil asked.

Raivis shrugged, looking down at his toes. "Eh, just some kids from my grade. They're jerks."

Emil bit his lip. "Seems like it. I can't believe they put that coffee cup in my hands like they were trying to frame me or something," he said. He laughed, a bit bitterly.

Despite himself, Raivis managed to chuckle a little. "Yeah. Don't they know Mrs. Newman has cameras in there? She could've checked them if she really wanted to."

Emil snorted. "I know, right?"

It was silent for a moment afterward, with Raivis gulping loudly every now and then. Emil turned their head, noticing this. He cocked an eyebrow, concerned. "Are you okay?"

Raivis (who Emil could tell now was definitely on the verge of crying) sniffled and rubbed at his face. "Yeah," he answered, voice hushed. "It's just...thank you, Emil. No one has ever stood up for me like that."

The boy's voice was so sincere that Emil had to grin. "It's no problem—really."

"You're a great friend," Raivis added.

Emil's heart was warmed at that—they didn't know if it was just the way he said it, or the knowledge that he actually thought of them as a friend. He answered warmly nonetheless. "Thank you. You are too."

Raivis glanced at him and gave the most genuine smile Emil thought he'd ever seen on the younger teen.

"Hey, where do you normally sit at lunch?" Emil asked Raivis, just out of curiosity.

Raivis' smile fell a bit. "Oh...well, I normally just sit outside," he said quietly.

"Alone?" The word seemed to echo in the empty hallway, though it might've just been Emil's imagination.

Raivis nodded a bit solemnly. Emil grew the same solemn expression for a moment before asking, "Hey, would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

Raivis looked up then, eyebrows shooting up. "Really?"

Emil nodded, cracking a small smile. "Yeah. I sit with my best friend, Leon, and then my other friends, Michelle, Mei, and Lili. Leon's really cool; Michelle and Mei might seem a bit...much at first, but they're really nice and cool too."

Raivis' expression slowly began to brighten the more he heard Emil talk, until he paused. "...Are you sure that's okay? I wouldn't wanna ruin your guys' lunch..."

"Trust me, you won't," Emil assured instantly.

The sophomore paused for a minute, as if thinking. "...Okay. I'll sit with you guys."

Emil grinned. "Good. I'm sure they'd love to meet you."

The two continued to walk back to the office to get passes for their next class in comfortable silence, the content feeling one feels after finding a new friend overwhelming both of them.

#hetalia #hetaliaplatonicshipsweek #hetalia event #hetalia fanfiction #fanfiction #aph iceland #hws iceland #aph latvia #hws latvia

[ryuichirou]

I saw one very stupid post on my dash about how snk is OBVIOUSLY nazi propaganda and trying to convert all of us into imperialists and white supremacists. tbh it’s not the first time I’ve seen that kind of stuff and probably won't be the last, but for some reason this time it gave me a lot of anxiety (I got wordy, I'mma need to send another ask, sorry)

(part 2) It's been more than half and hour and I still feel this awful sensation in my chest. It's just overall pretty fucked how to have something you hold dear being misinterpreted in the worst way possible, and I was just wondering what are your thoughts on this situation or how you deal with people claiming all sorts of awful shit.

(part 3) I imagine that as an artist some people probably direct their issues with snk towards you, 'cause I don't even post that much fanart and I've gotten anons "trying to educate me" on why this series is so wrong, after posting drawings. Of course, you don't have to reply, maybe the topic makes you anxious too and I don't want to bother you, so sorry for the depressing topic (｡•́︿•̀｡)

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Tiiish, I want to hug you, I’m really sorry that this happened to you. I hope you’re feeling a little bit better now.

Like we already mentioned a while ago, when we were talking about that darn article, after we read through it and did a little fact checking (and I mean it when I say a little, because there weren’t many facts to check), we stopped caring about it. It’s not research at all, just a manipulatively written speculation on Yam’s motives and worldview, but sadly, people easily believe these accusations because they hate SnK and want to find a valid reason to hate it and shit on its fanbase. Because “I hate it because it’s nazi propaganda” sounds much cooler than “I hate it because it’s popular”, doesn’t it?

It’s easier to ignore the article itself though, and it’s much harder not to think about tumblr posts or those Twitter threads that get very popular (although there are a lot of bots on twitter, trust me…), and it’s especially difficult to ignore it when it’s specifically directed at you. But the only thing that these people deserve is a good ol’ block and (if they’re getting too offensive and abusive) a report for harassment. The thing is, their opinion doesn’t matter: it won’t change SnK’s story, it won’t affect its success and popularity, it doesn’t affect anything other than our mood (temporarily lol). Because they aren’t critics who actually give a flying fuck about the subject matter, they’re just random assholes with a hateboner for SnK, who sit in their echochamber and discuss the same shit over and over again. And if they’re “fans” of the SnK, it’s just them “consuming it critically” 🙄 such a convenient phrase and so easy to abuse.

If we think about these accusations again… they’re so damn nonsensical, it’s almost amazing. I’m not going to reread it or to make a proper counterpoint article out of this ask, so this is just based on how we remember these accusations.

Like, what part of SnK approves and pushes the idea of imperialism in any way? When the entire idea of the story is that war is bad? When people like Onyankopon, whose homeland was invaded by Marley, exist? And it’s never portrayed as a good thing? Having only one country dominating the world’s situation is literally the main reason why everyone’s suffering??

And come to think of it, Isayama is one of the few manga artists to kind of sort of openly critique Japan: he literally drew Kiyomi losing her cool and drooling while thinking about all the profit and wealth she would get from the deal with Paradis. Why do people never talk about that? What is it, if not a critique of greedy and two-faced nature of people from Azumabito clan, who are heavily implied to represent Japan? I don’t read a lot of manga in general, but do you know how many mangakas I’ve seen who directly talked shit about Japan while being Japanese? Two. Excluding Isayama.

Isayama is clearly invested in the Western culture and he understands the World’s History. He understands that political relationships are complex and that there are no “bad” or “good” countries. I don’t want to make assumptions about how much perspective of the world’s relationships the average person from Japan has, but I still feel like Yams has a pretty good understanding of it. He did his research for the subject matter, and while it’s obviously not perfect, it’s clearly there.

These people also claim that SnK is anti-Korean and anti-Semitic, but if Hetalia had taught me anything, it is that if the story has or used to have any anti-Korean undertones, the Korean readers wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it. They would be the first people to ditch the manga, they would be the first people to critique SnK, and rightfully so. They burnt Uniqlo clothes, their overall domestic policy is pretty anti-Japanese, so there’re literally zero reasons for them not to destroy SnK if they see it as anti-Korean. But the size of the Korean SnK fandom suggests otherwise, doesn’t it.

And the “big noses = Jewish caricature” argument, seriously? How anti-Semitic can you get? Who the fuck looks at people and goes “oh, those have big noses, bet they’re caricature of Jews”?? Sorry I’m getting heated lol The argument about “Asian artists portray Westerners with prominent noses because that’s what we look like to them” has been done a lot of times, I’m not going to go over than again.

And god forbid Isayama to use Germany and Europe to draw a story where his characters are (approximately) Germans and Europeans! Let’s go fetch our pitchforks to punish Isayama for using their aesthetic to make his story look more believable and authentic, right? “Oh, those areas where they hold Eldians resemble places from real life”, like no shit???? Ofc they would??? That’s what references for making the story more grounded are used for??? If I were to write a story about a fictional place based on a real one that I don’t live in, I’d use some visual references to help me to make it more believable??? Why do I even need to explain that?

In my previous post I talked about the armbands and ghetto and stuff, but I’ll reiterate: even if there are thematic similarities, it doesn’t mean that the story mirrors our history. And it doesn’t mean that there is an analogy, since Eldian’s situation is quiiiite different than what Jewish people had to go through. It’s just thematic similarities. And it still doesn’t plant any specific idea in the reader’s head, other than “having people shoved into ghettos with 0 civil rights is a horrible thing”, and I can’t comprehend what’s anti-Semitic or imperialistic about it. Also I’m sorry, but nazis are not the only people who genocided a bunch of people, breaking news. Nor did they invent armbands. Same goes for Japan in WWII.

And now for my favourite argument: Erwin is nazi because his name is Erwin and he was born on the same day than some nazi guy died… I won’t even talk about why this idea is hilariously stupid, I just want to appreciate the level of nitpicking that’s going on here.

So… yeah. People who have nothing else to do but to complain about the show they hate don’t matter. And people who consider themselves a part of the SnK fandom and still say this bs (yep, there are people who do that) are huge hypocrites. The heck are they doing in this fandom then?? Of course, any story is up to interpretation, but this is so backwards?

Sorry for rambling so much… anyways. We’re happy enough not to encounter any hate related to this topic, but we think it’s because we ship Ereri and people already hate us for that, so the majority of shit we get is related to that, I guess we’re a lost cause for them. We’ll see if anything happens after this post though.

But once again, I’m very sorry that you had to go through this. Please remember that this isn’t personal at all, and people who harass strangers on the internet just want to flex their high moral ground while acting like complete assholes. You don’t have to explain anything to them, you don’t have to talk to them, you don’t have to listen to them or give them any attention. I hope you’ll never stumble upon anything like this; but if you ever do, please block them, don’t even bother reading their attempts at “educate” you. Isn’t worth it.

Please have a good day, Tish. And everyone who’s reading this reply.

#replies

[shini--chan]

Yandere america (+ russia?) x (fem) country reader. Who he Colonized her. And she wants now be Independently

I’ll take it that Russia is not a yandere in this post – it simply makes things more interesting. To not extend this into infinity, I’ll mostly focus on Russia’s side of the whole drama. I just so happen to have a lot of ideas on this because I once wrote a story with a similar dynamic with a former friend.

Yandere Hetalia

Yandere! America vs Russia

Alfred wouldn’t be one of those yanderes that would completely isolate their victim and shut them away so that you would never see the light of day. Since you’re also a colony, that would mean you’d have to make regular public appearances. He would see it as a chance to flaunt you off to everybody, have made spiff so that you’d be good arm candy. It would probably be during an post-meeting party that Ivan would first meet you.

Ever so gently, he brushed his lips against your knuckles and stared into your eyes. The sweet smile could only do so much to mask how jaded you were.

“A pleasure to meet you, (l/n)”, he smoothly said. Dimples formed around your mouth as you countered with brevity: “Charmed.”

Ivan had long ago learned that people spoke more with their bodies than with their tongues. You were no different. It was evident that you didn’t want to be here – you didn’t sway to the jazz that was coming from strategically positioned loudspeakers, nor were you indulging so merrily in the alcohol that was flowing in rivers tonight. Some of the other personifications were well on their way to getting properly smashed.

You on the other hand, stood there with hunched shoulders and a hand buried in the silk of your skirts.

The next logical step was to identify the cause of your discomfort – you had just aroused his curiosity in that way.

“Alfred told me a lot about you, but he failed to describe the true magnitude of your beauty”, Ivan remarked lightly as he released your hand. The way your muscles tensed even further gave him the concrete answer to many of his question.

The dynamic of an empire and a colony would be all too familiar to Russia, so much so that he wouldn't spill tears for your sake. It is simply how the world works and Ivan had learned to believe in the wickedness in people. Sure, your relationship with Alfred wouldn't match in violence as America’s had with England, or Mexico’s with Spain, but it would nonetheless be of the oppressive sort. Ivan would soon hear from his spies reports on your maltreatment – of how Alfred had quasi forced you into a pseudo-marriage, of how he was draining you dry and forcing you to assimilate his culture and way.

He’d have dregs of pity so if you’d go to him for help he would gladly do so. Ivan would see the benefit of baiting America into doing something rash and additionally flipping the bird at him.

He’d accommodate for you as long as you’d respect him. Should you not do so, then he’d be a bit lenient before totally kicking you out. Respect is the foundation for all good and healthy human interactions and if you wouldn’t comprehend that, then he wouldn’t shy way from showing you the repercussions.

You should have known better than to constantly disregard is advice, not heed his warnings and ignore his explanations as to why he was doing certain thing. Now you had run yourself aground and Ivan wasn’t keen on granting you a fourth chance. He was all snarls and fury.

“No, you're so proud of being a victim, so enamoured with your own suffering that all that occurred to you was that I view you as property. You just have to have a villain in your life. “

He was now standing in front of you, and you were trembling. Eyes as cold as ice and lips twisted into a snarl - he wasn't to be trifled with now

“My compassion and care are wasted on you. Leave.

“Leave and don't dare to ask me for help again. You could have just asked, said you wanted to go to another country. I would have even understood it. But your actions have led to this.“

He turned around, looking over his shoulder.

“I wish you the best of luck, scraping together enough money to survive for a few days in a place you don't know with a language you don't speak. Now get out of my sight!“, he barked and then walked away.  

On the flip side, such things wouldn’t come close to happening if you are polite and treat him with human decency then he’ll be more than glad to help you. He would help you set up an army, establish treaties, build infrastructure. You might even grow to like him – Ivan isn’t such a wide-eyed idealist as Alfred is, rather being cynically realistic, and also contemplative.

“You know, the whole matter is a bit ironic”, he remarked lazily one day. You were both sitting at your desk in your makeshift office – you stooped over documents, all logistics, and he had idled his time away with a book since he had already finished his part.

At least he hadn’t thrown up his feet on the table this time.

Tiredly, you looked up from another document entailing rations to stare at him. Violet-blue eyes were already trained on you, and there was that peculiar smile on his lips that was somewhere between sarcastic and amused.

“And what would that be?”, you asked with slight interest. Tension was hanging in the air; it was had in the past few weeks and it would be the same in the future ones. Alfred simply had that effect when he was angry. As a result, you were drained, with only minimal capacity to show interest.

His mind swept off again and he voiced some of his spontaneous thoughts aloud: “You’ve started talking more and also more freely.”

Indeed, you had. Being away from Alfred had given you the opportunity to breath more freely and it was showing.

“That wasn’t what you were referring too. So please, lets get back on track”, you pointed out. Your benefiter tended to switch topics frequently in a conversation and you didn’t have much of the headspace to deal with such convolutions now. You actually only wanted to be in bed at this late hour and following Ivan’s trains of thought could be like stumbling around a labyrinth.

Russia was strange on his own. Probably something about being stuck in the middle – between Western individuality and Eastern collectivism, between Southern hot-bloodedness and Northern stoicism. He took the fact about himself lightly and left you to cope with it.

“What I was referring too,” he elaborated, “was how Amerika was once in your position. So keen on squirming out of the control of England and so determined to dictate his own life. I gave him the one or the other helping hand all those centuries ago and now I’m here doing the say for you. History does have an odd way of rhyming.”

It made you halt in your thoughts, because he was right. Your current situation was so similar to what you knew of America’s teenage rebellion. He pulled and you pushed in opposition. He wouldn’t let go and firmly asserted that you belonged to him, that your rightful place was either at his side or at his feet. Alfred had even been as insistent enough as to repeatedly call you multiple times a day and try to harass you into coming back at him.

Like father, like son, really. Arthur had also held a vindictive, sickening obsession for his eldest back in the 18th century.

A few of those times Ivan had snitched your phone to have a few choice words with your soon-to-be ex. That was before calls had been regulated and locations scrambled, and numbers suppressed.  

You had gone out of your way to remember those choice insults that were often yelled into the receiver shortly before Ivan had hung up.

Russia really was right.

#yandere america #yandere hetalia #aph russia #x reader #x colony!reader #yandere hetalia x reader

[igniting-quill]

could you perhaps do lietgre? lithuania x greece? if this is too niche lol you can ignore this

Nah I love niche things… I mean like why not do Lietgre you know?

Hetalia Canon AU (Immortal countries) 1990s

Ship: Lietgre

Word Count: really short 

For once I use country names

AN:

I’m sorry this took so long (so many months), I’m just really bogged down. Please enjoy the drabble. Also heads up, I’ve never been to Greece, apologies for the inaccuracies

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The sky wavered between navy blue and black when Lithuania arrived at Greece's place. Greece sat and smoked outside his porch when the other immortal nation representative arrived. Most people who came to world meetings flew in by plane, but the Baltic country drove his old secondhand car down to Athens. Now, he decided to park it on the side of the street. He got out of the car, his keys rattling in his hands as he shut the door down.

“You sounded like an anxious wreck on the phone.”

Lithuania sighed shakily. “I am an anxious wreck. Sorry for the trouble-”

Greece waved his hand to dismiss the apology. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and grinded it with his heel. “Let’s go on a walk.”

He led his companion away from the tourists and the bars. Instead he walked to a quieter area, climbing up on higher ground. Concrete sidewalk faded to a dirt path. The noise of the city faded away to the sound of Mediterranean wind. They did not talk as they climbed far up a rocky hilltop.

“Do you know why I nap so much?”

“What?”

“Why I nap so much.” He repeated.

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, I like to see the world at different times of day. Doesn’t that distant city look so nice at night time?”

They gazed at the glowing lights shining through the darkness. From up here, the buildings looked small too. Distancing themselves from the chaos, Greece thought, was the right move.

“I’m sorry I called you at this hour of the night.”

“Morning. I don’t mind.”

The northern nation sighed slightly and opened his mouth as if to say something, but hesitated.

“So you didn’t head home after the world meeting?” Greece asked.

“No.” He sighed again, his shoulders dropping as the tension dispersed out. “It’s just… you caught me at a very vulnerable moment. I… don’t really have anyone else to confide with now so… ”

Ah. He was referring to the break. When Greece went to the bathroom, get ready for the meeting, he bumped into the tall, pale, brunet man known as the nation representative of Lithuania, crying his heart out to a mirror.

“Let’s just say I know what economic troubles look like on a nation's representative. It takes one to know one.”

The two men chuckled at that statement.

“When you walked in, I just ran into Russia in the hall.” He shook his head, his brown locks of hair twisting along with the dismay. “Oh I might’ve gotten my independence, but it’s been… difficult to say the least.”

“The world of conquest has done that to the mightiest of beings.”

Lithuania looked over, a sad agreement to Greece’s words. Then he looked out into the city lights. 

On the edge of the horizon, the first moments of dawn showed its way into the day.

“I have long fallen from the ranks from someone powerful. But the Soviet Union was recent. What am I saying. I have once again learned that I am fragile. So thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being there. For walking in and there being no ridicule. For welcoming me here right now.” 

“Look at me for a moment.”

There was a questioning look in his eyes before he turned to make eye contact. 

Greece continued. “You’re not being a burden to me.”

It was quiet as Lithuania stared back. “Oh… well let’s be honest I am taking up your time”

“In fact, you’re welcome to stay anytime. If your anxiety gets to you, come over. You got that right?”

“We’ve only had… maybe one real conversation before. It’s alright. In fact, I should head back, the sun’s going to rise soon.”

“Stay the day.”

“I’ve got paperwork.”

“And you have plenty of people back at your government agency that will be able to finish them.”

A slight smile showed through then. “Goodness, you are quite persistent. If you insist.”

The two stayed a little longer on the rocky hilltop. Together, they watched the sun slowly climb up to brighten another day.

AN:

Not my *best* work per se, (I’m supposed to be doing a midterm right now, so I may not have proofread), but I do love the concept. Thanks for introducing this ship to me!

#lietgre #hws lithuania x greece #hws greece x lithuania #hetalia #hws #hetalia fanfiction #hws fanfiction #hws lithuania #hws greece #hetalia lithuania #hetalia greece #i have not given this a name it is untitled oop

[disaster-fruit]

@portu-cale I had to delete the post with your ask bc it was huge and for some reason the “read more” wasnt working! 

portu-cale-main asked:

“could you expand on pindorama? and maybe her relationship with brazil? i’m really intrigued by the character :o (but only if you want to ofc!!)”

alrightt, I’m gonna admit I’ve been VERY reluctant about taking about pindorama, for a few reasons, but mostly because it’s really hard to find trustworthy information that isn’t playing into the colonialist narrative that is still very present in our national identity as a whole (if you read a little abt indianismo…. That shit is still very present). And when it’s not that, is all very vague and talking about ~the natives~ as if they were just one big homogeneous group with not much of their own history.

I also don’t want to go too deep into to anything too dark or “angsty”, not to ignore those ugly parts of our history, but because I feel it would be very disrespectful to make those tragedies (which are still being carried out by our government) the center of any hetalia discussion. And well, I might fuck up and end up playing into everything I’m trying to avoid, and if this is in anyway offensive, just let me know and I’ll delete this post and go further educate myself.

This is also gonna be an even longer post than usual (its 3 pages long...), since it’s gonna need a lot of historical explanation even for my fellow Brazilians.

My main source here is chapter 6 of the book “1499: O Brasil Antes de Cabral”, by Reinaldo José Lopes.

Ok, let’s talk about the lady.

First things first, she old. She’s at least 3000 years old, probably older! She grew up in southwest Amazon (around modern Rondônia) with her nine siblings, and while some of them remained there, others started to expand their territories through the forest. All of them also had plenty of children. The way I see it, since there was no sort of political unity between the different tupi tribes, each had their own tan and were the children of ones like Pindorama and her siblings, that represented many different groups that, though politically separated, had strong cultural and linguistic similarities. It’s kinda like I see Mama Greece existing while Sparta, Athens and all those Ancient Greek cities existed too, but in a much larger scale. So Pindorama represents what would eventually be all the tupi and tupi-guarani groups in the coast, and of Pindorama’s children, most of them were also Guarani’s kids.

Pindorama and Guarani expanded to the southeast and the east coast together, always hating each other and fighting but also constantly having children together lol. Sisters? Enemy-lovers? Bitter exes? Frenemies with benefits? All of the above? I don’t know, but these two ladies had children pretty much all around the territory (what I’m referring to here is all the different Tupi-Guarani groups), and if you ask me, they otp.

Pindorama is, first and foremost, a warrior. The tupi were, in general, very belligerent groups, that had war as a major part of their culture, and that was in part what made them expand through such a wide territory even without any kind of centralized state or hierarchy. And they had a very different view of war compared the Europeans – war was not meant to completely eliminate their enemies or as means to access land and resources, but as part of a perpetual cycle of revenge that ennobled ones that participated in it - it was cultural more than material. So Pindorama was just constantly watching her children fight each other and she was like…. Good for Them. She was also constantly fighting someone (usually Guarani lol) and was really, really good at it.

Despite that, she was also inclined to trading and had a lot of good commercial relationships with many others, going as far west as the Andes! She was both a warrior and a businesswoman, so yeah, terrifying. She was a skilled river navigator – not as much as the Aruak, but still pretty good – which also helped both with the expansion and with trade. She’s an extrovert, who can talk in front of a lot of people easily and captivate whoever she met, while also scaring the shit out of them.

So yeah, that’s Pindorama. A warrior, a businesswoman, a mother, a rival-lover, she really did have it all. And when Portugal arrived, she at first assumed he was just another one to trade with – and that was it, for the first few decades. And when Brazil ~appeared~ there (in whatever way nations are born idk), she took him as another one of her many children, no really a surprise here either.

For some time, she raised Brazil, but she soon understood that kid was not like the others. First, he was not just her child or her child with Guarani, but apparently also the child of that dude that would come every once in a while from the sea (again I don’t know how nations know who are their parents or other’s parents since there’s really no biological birth going on…). And as time went by, she also started noticed more and more of her other children dying more and more every time, while Brazil kept growing stronger and healthier every day. She put two and two together – that child and his father were trouble, and not the good kind.

When it comes to her relationship with Brazil, it is complicated, to say the least. She was more present in his childhood that Portugal, she taught him her languages and stories and how to survive in that land, but she also never trusted him, and was hesitant to be around him. As the years passed, she learned it was safer for her and her other children (who are not really Brazil’s siblings btw) to just keep going deep into the forest and avoiding Brazil and Portugal whenever they could, but always fighting back when needed. When it came to the battles, she actually had advantages compared to Portugal at times – gunpowder in the 16th century was pretty shitty, while for example the tupinamba had arrows as long as 1.60m that could pierce through their armor. But fighting meant exposing the people to getting sick, and the moment they realized that, they started avoiding it more. Still, I think its plausible to say she probably tried to kill brazil and Portugal a few times.

As much as I like to joke about brazil having mommy issues, I really don’t want to blame her for being “a bad mom” when she really was just doing what she had to do to survive and resist and to protect her real family against an enemy she couldn’t defeat. Also, Brazil has a great deal of blame here. When he was a kid, it really was just Portugal who pushed Pindorama away and against him, but after independence he really failed to fix things when he had the power to. As I talked about in the last post a little bit, he tried to get close to her again, but not because he wanted to make things right, not because he was ready to listen to her and respect her, but because he wanted an identity for himself that was separated from port, and though he could find it in his mother. But he wasn’t listening to her for a moment or seeing her for who she was, he wasn’t trying to get to know her, it was all about himself (as it always was in the empire).

I think Pindorama, better than anyone, can see how Brazil and Portugal are similar in their worst traits, and she can also see through every single one of brazil’s warm smile in a way no one else really can. Not for a moment his talk of reconnecting with her fooled her. Needless to say his attempt to get close to her, completely misguided and selfish, didn’t made things any better between them.

To this day, there’s a lot of bitterness between the two. Pindorama (fairly) resents brazil for all that he and his father caused and his failing to recognize his own flaws and mistakes and works on them. Today, they still mostly avoid each other. They do have their tender moments, sometimes, but Brazil has a lot of growing up as a person to do if he ever wants to fix their relationship.

Well… this is very long. I apologize if I said anything offensive or played into any harmful stereotypes, and if I did, please let me know.

#hcs #ask #as much as i like my brazil angst and all that.... when it comes to pindorama i kinda just want to talk about the 2500 #years before that were she was just being a awesome warrior lady with her enemy girlfriend taking over the continent with their 40 children #is that too much to ask???

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National is used to refer to sovereign states with only a few certain exceptions (e.g. Scotland).

Nyotalia and OCs are all welcome as long as they fall within the above definition.

Why does this masterlist exist?

Why not?  Let’s show our girls some love!  But seriously, I started this masterlist because I was complaining to a friend about the disproportion amount of male and females both in my drafts and in the community as a whole.  I like to think that the masterlist helps those with female muses find others like them.  Strong female relationships are always fun to explore.

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[weeaboo-horror-stories]

I am bisexual.

When I was in the 4th grade, at age 11, I met this really cute girl. She was about, what, 4'6 ft tall? She was actually my classmate, but I was always socially awkward. It's a long story, but we eventually became friends. She was REALLY smart and hardworking (in our school, if you're an honor student, you're REAALLY smart.) while i was lazy and average. Of course, back then we were still children. (Btw let's refer to her as "Maki" instead) We both loved anime, and we were total weebs. At that time, I was obsessed with Hetalia. I influenced her to watch it, she was a shugo chara fan. Anddd so she also got addicted.

Anyway, I was pretty fond of drawing, and people saluted me for my skills. Maki worshipped me like a God no im sERIOUS and called me "sensei", because i gave her lots of tips. She overestimated me too much. To the point where she neglected her studies just to talk to me. Although, I myself did not notice that. She always told me that she never had a true friend, and I was her first friend. She always told me that she loved me, and that we will forever be friends until we die. 

Her mother started to notice the big drop of our grades, and blamed me for it. She also started talking back to her, although Maki said that she did that back before we were friends.

Fifth and sixth grade came by, (i am from asia, 6th grade is our last year in gradeschool, but we still remain at the same school.) and her mother's anger at me grew, for Maki's behavior became "worse", as Maki explained. She forbid her to see me, and I was hurt. But she still constantly followed me, we were inseparable. 

Her mother even asked for a transfer of section in 6th grade, just for her to get away from me. But that didn't work either.

I didn't understand, she still remained an honor student, so what's wrong? I was hurt.

So one day, I confronted her. I wasn't rude, if that's what you're thinking. But she screamed at me and demanded at me to leave her daughter alone right in front of the school's catholic church. She called me a demon. Everyone in the school was looking at her with shame, and looking at me with pity. I shaked the tears off, I didn't want her to see me cry. I left afterwards in tears, it wouldn't stop. The only thing that cheered me up was a friend that went with me in the car (because no driver). She was my childhood friend (first friend too. We've been friends for almost 12 years) let's refer to her as Aka.

I never realized I was bisexual until freshman year came. But that's where the real thing comes.

At that time, the school year was ending, and I told her that maybe we should be apart

I had two reasons for saying that.

One, is because I didn't want her to get hurt anymore. Her mother abuses her. It just hurts me to see her hurt, and yet still smile. 

Two, is because I felt odd. I think about her everytime, I go nuts when I don't get to talk to her for a day. I felt so crazy that I didn't know what it was. I had a crush on a boy back then at 4th grade, but the feeling was different somehow. I was so confused. 

When I told her to break it for the 3rd time, we did. But afterwards, we came by again. She told me that she was so sad. I didn't know what to feel, so I smiled at it. It was March. 

My weeaboo phase ended at that month.

I started to watch different things like the vampire diaries...etc.

Afterwards, I have come to the thought that I had feelings for her, so I told her that we should be acquaintances starting our first year of highschool.

When we found out the people we will be classmates with, I told her to be friends with a certain person (lets call her Eli?)

And so she did.

But, I realized how jealous I was after nearly a month.

She made a bunch of friends, while I...made nothing. But that's not why I was jealous

I was jealous because I wasn't with her everyday like we used to, it's not the same anymore. I felt ignored. So I sent her a message. And she answered with

"Heya~ Recieved ur text but ddnt recive load, im NOT trying to ignore you though, i thought we were aquaintances and yes i knew u helped me a lot and i appreciate u for that but you dnt hav d right to tell me whether to make friends or not, because we have our own lives n i do wat i want when i wanna do it n i wanna make friends so what? I actually did make lots this first few weeks of school already. Plus i dont think we can relate to each other anymore.. I love hetalia & anime still but u've gone out of d fandom n went to TVD n PLL, im not really interested in that though,sorry.I still belive dat anime could be real while u think their jst living in ur comp screen. Im not trying to judge ur opinions because i respect ur opinions owo scouting is actually fun though, its not boring nor tiering at all, its pretty fun >w< i luv it. Believe it or not i still miss you but i dont think we can relate. I hav 2 study everyday n night, my grades matter to me, so please dnt say im trying to ignore u by not going to fb, i jst hav 2 study thats y. I cant be on here all the time n i barely hav time to get on here because im trying to make up for my failing ones.. n my phone dsnt lyk recieving load idk y. btw i sti believe my friends wnt leave me and yeah thats all i gotta say bye see u :)"

I felt offended..somehow

So I confronted her, told her that I wanted us to be friends again. But she didn't want to, for she already got a new set of friends. And of course, I wanted to cry. But I didn't want to show it. 

I wanted to shout. 

There was another message, it was her apologizing for offending me. Of course, I didn't see that message. But I confronted her the day before, I think she was offended. No...she IS offended. I felt baddd 

I don't want to reveal anything else, but I sent her a total of 20+ apology messages through deviantart and facebook from July to March of 2014. 

I was seenzoned, and there was so reply.

I cried every night.

I felt so obsessed, stalking her through every site.

I was friends with Eli, and I asked her about what Maki thinks of me. She said that Maki didn't want to talk about it, but she disliked me. Ouch. 

Although, Eli DID say that Maki had an older brother and an older sister who was married, but I knew those were big lies. She only had one sister, which was younger than her. I can't believe she lied, she wasnt the type of person to lie.

At January of 2014, I met a guy from the higher batch (can we call him vans). He made me realize that I was bisexual, that I loved Maki.

So, at April of 2014, I sent her my last message. I even confessed to her that I had a crush on her.

But at October (or so) I sent her another message through deviantart, admitting all faults.

I didn't expect her to reply, but when I checked my deviantart page again, she replied.

I'm too lazy to look up what she said, but she said that she forgave me, asked me how I was, and all. But she sent another message that said that we couldnt be together again, but we are good now.

I was so happy that I cried, screamed, and burried myself in the pillow. Literally. 

Until now, at sophomore year, I still see her. We're still not classmates, and our classrooms are far from each other, but each time I see her..my heart still tends to ache.

We are from different clubs (she is from the english club, while I am from the art club. If the art club wasn't so full, I think we would've been clubmates.)

Next school year, I have a horrible feeling that we will be classmates, due to the fact that I am pretty sure we took the art course. Our school will sort us by course next year, and I'm not sure what I will do if I were to be her classmate once more. Will I breakdown and cry in front of her? Or smile at her, and fall for her all over again? It's not fair. I still want to see her. 

I hope her mother will accept me one day, and I will be able to be close to her once again. I am okay with being "just friends", I just don't want to be apart from her. I hope she understands. 

Maki, if you're reading this, thank you. Thank you for letting me experience being loved, feeling loved. I'm sorry for being such a horrible person back then. Thank you so much.

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Nation is used to refer to sovereign states with only a few certain exceptions (e.g. Scotland).

Nyotalia and OCs are all welcome as long as they fall within the above definition.

Why does this masterlist exist?

Why not?  Let’s show our girls some love! 

But seriously, I started this masterlist because I was discussing with a friend about the disproportion between male and female muses both in my drafts and in the community as a whole.  

I like to think that the masterlist helps those with female muses find others with awesome female muses.  

And besides, strong female relationships are always fun to explore.

Other guidelines:

Blogs will be checked for activity before being added.  If no roleplaying can be seen on the first few pages, the blog will not be added.

Blogs will be checked for activity every time the masterlist is updated. 

If a blog has been inactive for over six months, it will be removed from the masterlist and the blogger will need to reapply when they become active again.

If you were previously on the masterlist and have changed your url since then, you will need to reapply.

Where is the masterlist?

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How to be added:

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“I don’t have a female muse but I want to support your project!”

Awesome!  Any and every personification blog is more than welcome to reblog the post or link the main masterlist to their blog in order to spread the word!

Also, I do invite you to go through the masterlist and find some new people to follow and rp with!  Let’s  

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Please read the whole of this post carefully before asking to be added! (I reserve the right to ignore those who do not follow the guidelines)

What is the APH Fem!Muse Masterlist?

APH includes all personification muses whether or not they choose to associate with Hetalia.

Female includes those muses who identify or present themselves as female.

National is used to refer to sovereign states with only a few certain exceptions (e.g. Scotland).

Nyotalia and OCs are all welcome as long as they fall within the above definition.

Why does this masterlist exist?

Why not?  Let’s show our girls some love!  But seriously, I started this masterlist because I was complaining to a friend about the disproportion amount of male and females both in my drafts and in the community as a whole.  I like to think that the masterlist helps those with female muses find others like them.  Strong female relationships are always fun to explore.

Other guidelines:

Blogs will be checked for activity before being added.  If no roleplaying can be seen on the first few pages, the blog will not be added.

Blogs will be checked for activity every time the masterlist is updated.  If a blog has been inactive for over six months, it will be removed from the masterlist.

If you were previously on the masterlist and have changed your url since then, you will need to reapply.

Where is the masterlist?

Right here on my blog!

How to be added:

Send me an ask following this format:

*url* for *country*

And that’s it!  Thank you for reading this all and I look forward to seeing new faces on the list c:

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