#The heam writes

[the-heaminator]

i have like a dozen more I'll get to then

#The heam polls #The heam writes #Help meee

[froggi-mushroom]

I think my keyboard commited die in that last ask what do you think I said

I thought you were casting a spell on me

#ask #Heam! #‘damn this is what I get for not writing hetalia fanfic in over a year

[council-of-beetroot]

polpru or ruspru?

Polpru. It's an iconic ship and extremely underrated. I have never written Ruspru and it seems a tad daunting of a task to do so. I think it's because it's a ship lots of people do but it takes a certain je ne sais quoi to really write it well.

But I want others thoughts so I'm going to add a poll

Usually if I'm going for a lietpru endgame it will go as follows

I could go on about both ships though for ages. I have lots of thoughts.

#my spanish polish english keyboard is allergic to writing anything in french apparently #hetalia #polpru #ruspru #heam

[frenziedcrescendo]

Homestuck writing prompt. What if alpha Rose&Dave get ahold of the cross-timeline chat client and is able to chat with Dirk and Roxy.

#they'd be marginally less fucked up I think #homestuck #writing prompt #seriously someone please write this to heam my broken soul

[sumerianlanguage]

Silim! I would like to know/i need the translation of some words and phrases with their sumerian cuneiform writing too! Firstly i would like to ask the sumerian translations and cuneiform ( sumerian writing) of these:

-By Death I create

-Death's dark presence

- I bow before (name of entity/divinity)- i mean for example like in sanskrit: Om Namah Shivaya - means i bow before /veneration to Shiva,like this just in sumerian form

- constellation of corpses

- spheres like Death

- Death worship

- "I opened the night, urged on by the scent of blood, i strangle your futile light"

- "Let spirit be beast and flesh be prey "

Thank you for your answer in advance!

Silim, and thanks for these interesting phrases! I've put the translations under the cut since this gets a little lengthy.

"Death" is ush 𒌀, and "to create" is dim 𒁶, so "by/from death I create" is ushta dimen 𒌀𒋫 𒁶𒂗.

"Presence" is tricky to translate as a separable noun. There's a set phrase igi-X-sh(e) "in the presence of X", so with kukku 𒈪𒈪 "dark" we can make a phrase igiushkukkush 𒅆𒌀𒈪𒈪𒍑 "in the presence of dark death". Otherwise, you could use something like namngal 𒉆𒅅 "existence" to make namngalkukkuusha 𒉆𒅅𒈪𒈪𒌀𒀀 "the dark existence of death".

To bow down is a set phrase ki za 𒆠𒍝, so we can use the same "presence of" phrase to make Ngae igi[so-and-so]sh(e) ki zan "I bow before [so-and-so]".

"Constellation" is mulan 𒀯𒀭, and "corpse" is adda 𒇿, so mulanadda 𒀯𒀭𒇿 would be "constellation of (one or more) corpses". There is a word written with the signs SAHAR+DU+TAK that means "piles of corpses", but its pronunciation is unknown so I wouldn't use it in this translation.

The word biluda 𒉺𒀭 means "rituals" as well as "worship", so biludausha 𒉺𒀭𒌀𒀀 would be "worship of death".

Key vocabulary for these sentences includes ngi 𒈪 "night", bad 𒁁 "to open", ir 𒅕 "scent, smell", urin 𒌶 "blood", e "to say, speak, command", zalag 𒌓 "light", hunu 𒄷𒉡 "weak, helpless" (the closest I could get to "futile"), and gu lal 𒄘𒇲 "to throttle, constrict". So the full set of sentences would be Ngae ngi ibbad. Irurina ene. Ngae zalaghunuzu gu lalen 𒂷𒂊𒈪𒌈𒁁 𒅕𒌶𒀀𒂗𒂊 𒂷𒂊𒌓𒄷𒉡𒍪𒄘𒇲𒂗 "I opened the night. The scent of blood commands me. I throttle your helpless light."

Heam 𒃶𒀀𒀭 means "may it be (so)". "Spirit" is bar 𒁇 and "beast" is umaam 𒌑𒈠𒄠, while uzu 𒍜 is "flesh". There isn't a great word for "prey", so I'd use kul 𒆰 "meal" to craft the sentence Bar umaam heam, uzu kul heam "May spirit be beast, may flesh be meal", written 𒁇𒌑𒈠𒄠𒃶𒀀𒀭 𒍜𒆰𒃶𒀀𒀭 in cuneiform.

I hope those work for you!

#replies #sumerian vocabulary #sumerian death

[fluffywhump]

hetaween starts in two days, and my energy levels are way too low to even so much as wrap up my hetaween fic from last year, but in case i decide i want to go back and write things later, i'm posting these little ideas I'd had

Day I: folklore | cabin in the woods | after dark

Inspired by both kitaychan's Nerium oleander and heam's/magictrio1118's All the better to eat you with. Mattie's abducted on his way home after filling a coworker's closing shift. Al manages to track him down to a seemingly abandoned cabin in the woods, where Mattie is being held, barely conscious and missing a limb. His kidnapper has been cutting off pieces of him to cook and eat, and after getting a hold of himself, Al tries to save Mattie, only to end up captured himself.

Day III: witchcraft | haunted | in the mirror

Natalya tries to give Ivan a love potion, but Lilli ends up drinking it herself. All I got is "yandere!Liech" and not much else.

Day IV: fairytales | found footage | underworld

Rapunzel retelling with Madeline as Rapunzel and Gil as the prince. I have a note for Madeline being a vampire or succubus, and this was before I read that Rapunzel vampire x vampire hunter YA book, I swear. I don't think I planned for Gil to be a vampire hunter in this fic, but probably he was one before or has friends/family who are hunters. Or an ex-priest.

Day VII: vampires | ocean | biggest fear

Alfred was a vampire hunter but was turned into a vampire. He's now hunting down Ivan, the old-as-dirt vampire that turned him. He then plans on walking into sunlight afterward. At the same time, he needs to avoid being killed by his former mentor Arthur before he can reduce Ivan and himself to ash.

Looks like those were the only days I had ideas for, lol

#was looking through my notebooks for something else and found these ideas and figured i might as well post them here #hetaween #hetalia #liechbela #prucan #rusame

[spicykat9]

Heam, Riva, I'm blaming you for setting in my omegaverse brainrot when I should be focusing on the familial fluff for Royal Red bros week 😡

Ugh I want to ramble about omegaverse but I have no clue what to talk about. I want to talk about the world building but there is just so much to consider 😭

Especially if you apply it to nationverse. Like... In canon we see nations fight wars. But that becomes risky for omega nations because of their heat and It's not like suppressants were always available. Personally, when I write omegaverse, suppressants have only been developed over the past century. So how did omega nations contribute to the war effort? Did they take jobs off of the front lines as a medic or perhaps a strategizer? Did they some how hide their pheromones and supress their heat? Perhaps because they were nations, they had privledges to leave the battlefield because a heat was coming on.

And how would their bosses react if their nation was an omega? Some would probably be supportive, some would probably not let them anywhere near any serious business because they see them "unfit" because stupid prejudice and shit. Perhaps some would even pressure them to start a family before realizing nations are infertile. Omg imagine an omega telling their boss they can't get pregnant but the bosses just think it's a lie the omega is making up to some how weasel there way into political talks and basically force them to try to conceive a child with an important ally. But eventually they can see that "Oh maybe they weren't lying."

Ugh and imagine being on the battlefield as a disguised omega and their heat sets in early. So perhaps an ally or maybe even enemy nation has to... Help them get past the heat.

Oh God. Someone please let me ramble about these things and give me jumping off points to discuss these kinds of things

#hetalia #omegaverse

[apersonwholikeslotus]

heam and I realized the spy au is the au of an au I told them about. Cause I had a spy au and they based their's off mine, and then i'm writing an au based off the spy au.

we're on the third layer of au something that is completely normal to have.

#apersonwhotalks

[gremlins-hotel]

MA'AM I WANT TO WRITE YOU SOMETHING FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, ANYTHING SPECIFIC AND CAN I?🎤

Heam my love you don’t have to do anything if you’re busy 💖 I appreciate the thought! How are you doing today?

#callsign gremlin checking in #I would feel bad to ask for anything #but I am a romerica truther 👉👈 full creative liberty otherwise

[helianskies]

helia i found an ask you asked last year and i found the fic that i was writing to go with it and hehehehehhehehhehehehehhe

im going to do horrible things to these boys

i mean,, a primise is a promise heam :)

#and looking forward to it :)) #helia answers

[the-heaminator]

Hetaween Day 1: After dark/Cabin in the woods/Folklore sorry it's a bit late @hetaween-event. Set in the summer of 1816 during the so-called Ohio fever due to the year without a summer, creative liberties have been taken.

Hungry, hungry, hungry, they were so hungry, they should never have set out, Summer had come down, cold winds hissing, turned yellow and ran, black in the cotton, rot in the lamb, ash on the crops, ash on the ground, left Hampshire they had, left Hampshire for the promised land in the west, land that wouldn't be frozen for months on end, land that could support corn, land that could support them, them and their soon to be families, they were unmarried yet, solely because they oft could not support themselves in these times.

Summer had turned coward and ran, storms and blizzards in May and June, frosts on the apples in July, no rain for months, the seasons had been set awry, the Lord was angry with them, but they would starve there if they stayed.

West, west, west.

Alfred and Matthew, west, west, west, west away from the sea, leaving Hampshire for dead.

They should not have set away from the trail, they did it for the rest, both tall and strong, corn fed, strong even starved, gone to look for food, to look for help, whichever was better.

They were greedy, both of them, and they would be forgiven for that, they did not have much, deprivation causes greed, this is not something new, the Lord would forgive their greed.

In the snow, it should not have been saying, it only being October, yet it was, in the snow, inches deep, in the premature darkness, the sun had been blotted out early as usual, covered by clouds and ash, there was a cabin, a small one, nestled in the woods, the soft glow of firelight.

Help!

They had help, maybe even they were willing to share their food, if they were living here then they would have meat, hunters probably, they needed meat, the young ones were too tired to go on, bones aching and blood thinning.

Alfred knocked, always the more confident of the brothers, the door opened, the man who opened it was tall, unnaturally so, Alfred was tall, Matthew taller still, they looked small compared to him, perhaps they should not have knocked here.

His speech was heavily accented, he was not from around here clearly, "Yes, what is it that you wish?"

Alfred could not speak for the moment, his voice had been stolen from his body, tongue gone thick and mind like molasses, Matthew took control "Sir, I'm sorry, do you have any food, or could you help?"

He called someone called Arthur over, he was small, but greying, "Yes Ivan?"

"Need food, should we help?"

Alfred did not like that look in his eye, it was almost predatory, like the glinting of a falcon's eye.

It was probably just the fire.

Neither of them looked natural, they did not, but this fear was overshadowed by greed, there was cured meat hanging from hooks on the walls, some fresh meat too, so much of it, carcasses that looked like deer, and some that they couldn't identify.

The smaller one, Arthur, had blood on his hands, he had been cutting meat or something of that sort, he washed that off, "Yes boys, what are you doing so far out into the woods, in such dreadful weather to be that?"

Redcoat, why was he a fucking redcoat, Alfred was immediately put on guard, Arthur looked at him annoyed, "No need to look at me like that, I am not a redcoat, just English. Now boys, answer my question, what are you doing out here at this time of year and this time of night."

"Ah, you see we were travelling west, to see where there was farmland, travelin' to Ohio was was, but are starved right now, cause we ran outta food and the kids can't go on much further and we were wonderin' if you could help a bit?"

They seemed to be considering it, the tall one, Ivan, supposedly, looked at them closely "You are too thin, no food?"

"I mean, we are here because we are starving."

"No starving, no here."

What that meant was beyond them, they were a bit too sluggish to think, mm, this place smelled nice, were they burning incense or something, they felt very heavy all of a sudden, Ivan smiled, he had too many teeth, far too many, and why were his eyes purple?

They were too sluggish to think much further than that, a grip on the hand, 4 fingered, black nails, the arm was freckled and the skin was cold, Arthur.

Matthew was more forcefully restrained, by Ivan, he was larger, and the incense was not working on him as well, but in time, he grew pliant too, sat down at the table, they did not have much meat to them, they needed to be fed up a little, fresh blood, would be nice.

Cured meat, fae food, fae food had odd impacts on humans, there were always stories not to eat food offered to you by the fae for then you will never leave, it was mostly true but not in the way that was expected, their food was addictive, and fattening, in no time neither could remember their names, let alone why they were here, fattened up like pigs ready for the slaughter, and ready for the slaughter they were.

Ivan liked making the death itself quick, but what he did afterwards was foul, it was wonderful, digging around in organs to try and find the organs, their blood tasted good, it did, drained in the cold, cured, stewed, and eaten.

Arthur liked to make them suffer, they wouldn't remember it anyways, but it made him feel good, slowly bleeding them out, taking great care not to get them sick, and thus not to get them sick, Alfred made such wonderful noises, his heart still beating when Arthur took a bite

Alfred and Matthew were never seen again, they were gone, and then forgotten, they never got to the promised land, eaten and savoured, may the Lord forgive their greed.

#the heam writes #hetaween2023 #hws canada #hws america #hws russia #hws england #ruseng #implied at least #i love doing those bastards as murderous and cannibalistic and in love im sorry #im sorry the research wasnt as good as i should have been doing #this is just pure waffle #and short #i was going to do some things but i think that would be more than a fair bit racist. so i didnt

[froggi-mushroom]

FROGGI

I GOT A WONDERFUL ASK AND NOW SO WILL YOU BC YOU DESERVE IT MUAH. SPREAD THE KIND WORD MAKE SOMEONES DAY MAN

Ok so first thing, you just as a dude, even through the internet, just seem really fucking nice really chill, you hype us all up and I feel like while you say you are quiet you would be an absolute fucking blast to talk to, you would be fun. Your writing makes me want to tear your brain and my heart out in the best way possible and omgggggg fuck your brains your engport makes me have a violent urge to write them even as I have no idea how to.

Your takes are so fucking correct so much if the times follow british moot, I'm tucking you into bed rn if you're awake and giving you and bonny a kiss on the forehead bc you deserve the world and more, dont forget that man,

DO NOT FORGET THAG

Have 2 pigeons

HEAM IVE JUST BEEN REREADING THIS FOR AGES OH MY GOD????

First of all, you seem like such a chill person, very niche but I feel like it’d be so fun to just kick back and chat with you for hours over some snacks or run around a museum with you, ya know? Like you really remind me of someone I know irl so much

And your writing??? I know I don’t read it often and that’s mostly cuz I’m really not into hetalia that much anymore but your pruk??? You get Gilbert, you know him personally, and your Arthur is spot on, but I expect nothing less from someone who suffers lives in this country

I love seeing you in my notifications so much, it makes my brain feel all fuzzy and I get such a dopamine rush

I’ll make sure Bonny gets so many kisses and cuddles and I’ll be tucking myself into bed soon cuz I am sleepy

Have this video of two pigeons moving into a bunch of Ivy my garden as a sign of my appreciation cuz this has made my day my week my month my year, everything

And have a spoingus

#ask #Heam! #I mean this earnestly I’m tearing up #people have been too nice to me these last few days i don’t deserve it 😭 #it’s good though it’s helped bring my mood back up I had a bit of a slump this week

[breitzbachbea]

I forgot how good writing something else is for your motivation, too. Now that all my serious writing doesn't revolve around my Irish and Sicilian kids, it reminds me why I love them again. Might as well next week or whenever throw on 'Anthem of the Angels' and fckn finally write that fruk drabble for Heam. Just keep going until I'm really like 'My kids! My kids! Where are my kids!' And feel fresh about diving headfirst back into drafting IP.

#beablabbers #rn I am resting my eyes listening to ur wrong about and then fucking finally go through THE WORK I GOTTA DO

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

happy birthday Riva!

have a good time and if you dont mind I want to write something for you but I dont exactly know what you like :') so could you please tell me

Lmao I love that cat XD thank you so much heam!! Of course I don’t mind, hmm if you really wanna do something how about canrus? I think you said you want to write them before.. but pls there’s no obligation to do anything I already appreciate the message and cat 🥰

#asks

[mushiewrites]

Taunt

Uh....hello! 

So I decided to finally post a fic! {Based on the lovely idea from @kasey-writes-stuff}

Dream and George are making breakfast, listening to music when “Taunt” by Lovejoy comes on. Dream mentions how George broke his straight-face in the music video - George doesn’t believe him, so Dream decides to prove it. While doing so, Dream discovers something about George

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.1K words)

"Pass me the pepper, please?" George heard a voice from behind him, much closer than anticipated. He turned his head slightly to the left and was immediately met with bright green eyes and the biggest smile he'd ever seen. George rolled his eyes with a huff, trying to force the smile from his face as he turned his attention to the pepper sitting directly between the two. He grabbed the pepper from the counter and turned back towards Dream.

"Oh sorry, your majesty, I didn't realize you needed me to hand you something that is a centimeter closer to me than you" George stuck his tongue out at Dream as he booped George on the nose, quickly pecking his cheek while taking the pepper from George's hand. He giggled and turned away from the brunet to the right of him, leaning over the stove and sprinkling some pepper onto the eggs they were making for breakfast. George walked over to the table where his phone was playing music through the speakers, flipping through the songs until he reached "Taunt".

Dream set the plates, eventually carrying everything over to the tables but turning around to grab silver wear. George was busy pouring himself some tea when he heard Dream snickering behind him.

"What's got you all giggly?" George let out a breathy chuckle, trying to keep his wrist steady as he continued to pour while turning to look at Dream at the same time. When he fully turned around to walk back to the table to join Dream, he saw the blond biting his lip with a smirk.

"I can't believe you only broke once during this song. You literally laugh at the most inappropriate times, George", Dream chuckled again, shaking his head as he took a forkful of egg.

George's brows furrowed together as he tilted his head to the side, trying to recall if he did break. "Dream, you're imagining things. I never broke during this. I know it's hard for you to believe, but I really didn't!"

"You did! Look, I'll show you"

George giggled at how much Dream was persistent on proving him wrong - the true competitor always showing through. Dream quickly took out his phone, unlocking it and pulling up youtube as he got up from the table and leaned over beside George. They both watched as Dream toggled through the video, eventually stopping at a point where Ash seems to flick George in the ear, causing him to hold in a laugh but unable to stop a smile from appearing. It was the quickest little smirk - he definitely didn't remember that happening.

However, George was brought out of his thoughts as he heard the blond laughing beside him, rewinding the video just to rewatch the moment again. George rolled his eyes, whining stubbornly.

"Okay okay, it was one time! And it was barely breaking, I just wasn't expecting it!"

"You still broke though, Georgie~" Dream smirked, moving to stand back up, but not before flicking the other in his ear, much like Ash did in the video.

The brunets face immediately warmed with a pink blush when he felt the flick on his ear. He tried his hardest, but was unsuccessful at not moving - he moved his right shoulder up to his ear, trying to rub the tingly feeling away. The tiniest giggle slipped out, and judging by the way Dream was suddenly still, he knew he was caught.

"Oh Geoooorge, what was that~?" He felt Dream lean back down, this time pressing against his back with his hands on the table, arms over both of George's shoulders. He bit his lip, trying not to make any sudden movements as he calculated his next move.

"Nothing! Again, it was just something I didn't expe- DRE-HEAM!" he was cut off mid sentence as Dream leaned more towards his head, making sure to brush his ear with his wild curls, still sticking everywhere from just rolling out of bed. George jerked to the left, biting his lip harder to keep the giggles down. He knew if he said anything else, it would be over for him.

"I knew you were ticklish, but I didn't know you were ticklish EVERYWHERE", Dream emphasized the "everywhere" as he shook his head a little quicker, causing the rubbing along George's ear to become a little harder to ignore. Dream's smile stretched ear to ear as he heard George's continuous, high pitched giggles, unable to help himself at this point as he tried to slide down his chair.

"Oh no you don't!"

George groaned, still giggling as he felt hands under his arms, pulling him back to a sitting position.

"Dre-heheam, please, can we please just eat our breakfast? It's going to get co-OHOLD!" he attempted to distract Dream with food, but all he was met with was a continuous scratching along his ear, as well as a quick wiggling of fingers under his arms. He felt the vibration of Dream's little giggles on his back as he squirmed, trying to get out of Dream's grasp.

"It can wait, I found something much more interesting to do with my time", Dream smirked, moving his hands down to George's (incredibly sensitive) ribs, feeling the boy in his hands tense, holding his breath.

George slowly looked up, brown eyes meeting with mischievous green eyes, before he felt fingers digging into his ribs, right at where he was most sensitive. He wasn't prepared, letting out a shriek followed by squeaky laughter, squirming harder than before.

"PL-EHEHEEASE DREAM I-I CA-AHAN'T!"

The fingers only got meaner, moving up to under his arms and all the way down to his sides. His arms were pressed down as far as they could go, but it only further pushed Dream's fingers into him. He shook his head, throwing it back against Dream's shoulder as he laughed harder.

"NO-OHOHOHO! PLEASE DRE-HEHEAM!" George's laughter jumped an octave as he felt the light brushing return to his ears, only this time he was unable to block the feeling due to Dream resting his chin on George's shoulder.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

George squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the flustering teases, feeling his face becoming impossibly hot as his cheeks turned the color of strawberries.

Dream couldn't help but sneak a kiss onto the older boys cheek, feeling slightly guilty about their breakfast getting cold. But who could blame him when he had such a squirmy, ticklish George in his hands?

....He could always make George new eggs.

#lee!George #ler!dream #lee!georgenotfound #pls be nice 🥺 #feedback and ideas for new fics / hc's are welcome!! #this is my first fic in forever okay #mcyt tickle #my stuff #mushie fics

[tatertotcosmonaut]

I think we as the audience often forget how much of a privilege we have. That we are in a constant state of dramatic irony.

We know what goes on, we know everything-

Yet the character's do not. The people playing the characters have to write the story and the characters in a way that makes sense to their character.

I keep seeing people say that Technoblade is manipulating Tommy and intentionally forcing Tommy and Tubbo apart (as in this stream Techno expressed to Tommy that Tubbo doesn't really seem like a good friend-).

And I just don't agree with that analysis.

You have to think about what Techno has seen so far when it comes to Tubbo from his point of view.

Techno was in retirement and has only heard things by word for a majority of the rise of New L'manburg.

He heard that Tommy was exiled by Tubbo because of what he did. He went to go visit Tommy-

Tommy told him that Tubbo did not visit him.

Tubbo has also literally attacked him and attempted to execute him (after he said he didn't want this to end in violence).

We as the audience may know Tubbo isn't truly a bad friend, but Techno doesn't know that. From a he knows, Tubbo has done nothing but abandon Tommy and attempted to kill him.

He is the enemy.

Techno has been a voice of reason during Tommy's time there. Constantly reminding him that Dream is not his friend and that Dream will hurt him and has been hurting him. Although Techno may not admit it, the two have definitely bonded with each other, not Philza level, but not simple "partners with mutual benefits level".

During the confrontation, Techno was a pillar of support. He egged Tommy on and knocked Dream down to nothing but a laughing stock, to make confronting Dream and standing up to him much less intimidating.

Techno may express annoyance, but this man has the patience of a saint when it comes to Tommy. Remember when Tommy and him went to L'manburg for the first time? Techno let Tommy walk around like an excited kid the whole time. Techno has given gifts to him, and even went through the work of enchanting and naming a helmet for him.

Techno has even said that "most things don't heam in a day Tommy" and noticed trauma behaviors, but not making fun of him for it. He actively gets worried when Tommy wanders off, and says that it's okay to not go back to Logstedshire. He listens to Tommy when he expresses his fear of meeting Tubbo, and even says that he can stay back if he wants.

"We are simply partners with each other. Each trying to accomplish something"- Yeah sure Techno. Just admit you've grown attached to your friend's son.

#sbi #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #tommyinnit #dreamsmp #dsmp #tubbo #yes I am a techno apologist #yes I am a tommy apologist