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I saw ur deleted blog when I came back to the Hetalia fandom and legitimately got so sad, im super happy to see you around still I still love your art. Always makes me smile.
I literally remember the room I was sitting in when I deleted my blog and believe me, I was devastated as well.
But endings make good beginnings and I'm so grateful for your support and kind words ✧*:・Welcome back to the fandoooom✧*:・
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Imma be in on this, ya'll should be in on this. And I hope everyone is doing well and being gentle to themselves; I haven't been on here in a hot minute.
CONTRIBUTOR APPLICATION
Hello! Please apply here for Rhapsody for Lovers!
All proceeds for this zine will be used to create a fund or scholarship in the name of my student who passed away this year. She was a bright young bassoonist and I hope that I can use this to raise even a little money in her honor. Please direct any questions to my inbox or dms!
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I'm CRYING over your submission to the anthology zine, literally screamed as I read it it hit me in the feels that hard. Good job! great style and color use as well!
Yoooooo, I'm so glad you liked it! I wish I could take credit for the writing, but that was all @oumaheroes coming in HAWT with the aches and the feels You can read the actual fic Famous Last Words and have even more feels abuse. It was fun getting to focus solely on layout and the drawing aspect of the submission. And interesting to see how the medium changes the vibe of a work!
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Hey!! I got to be a part of this kickass FIFA fanzine! Go buy a copy if you wanna some solid art for a solid cause
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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!
tagged by @sketchytea (YOUR ART IS RAD AS HELL, and thank you for tagging me!)
What book are you currently reading?
Joy to the World for this bible study I’m in, except I’m not actually reading it, I just stare at it as I pass by my kitchen table everyday 
What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?
Hands down, Everything Everywhere All at Once. It was the movie we all wanted and needed. True art. Cannot say enough good things about it.
What do you usually wear?
sweater, jeans, and boots and then i just change the jewelry to make it seem like i’m trying. OR nikes and a t-shirt because i’m forever stuck in 2010
How tall are you?
5’5”
What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? 
Gemini. Aaaaaaand the Defenestration of Prague  
Do you go by your name or a nick-name?
Nickname which I’m trying to change and get people to call me by a cooler nickname, but it’s not working 
Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?
Erm, general vicinity but now jaded by the industry and realizing my childhood self didn’t know JACK SHIT (said with love, past self, said with love)
Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?
I’m bad at relationships, I don’t wanna talk about it, and I have the strangest crush on this Dutch amateur film philosopher on youtube. I think about him a lot 
What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?
I am good at starting projects. I am bad at finishing projects. 
LOL that’s a lame answer, here’s a real one: I am good at listening to people, I am bad at being  p a t i e n t
Dogs or cats?
Which ever creature lets me hold them in the present moment
If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?
Hands down the speech I got to write for my sister’s wedding:
“You two are both such marvelous souls— you go together like Celine Dione’s voice and a James Cameron film. Fantastic alone, but together this entirely chemical other thing.”
There were audible groans from the audience
What’s something you would like to create content for?
Hmm hm hm, a Ken Burns documentary or a PBS Frontline documentary, I’d love to make motion graphics for either of those. I would give my left arm to make anything for Cartoon Saloon or A24. If Wes Anderson ever called me up for a collab, I'd help him out.
And I want to create content more for myself too!!
What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 
Hetalia. help. Ooo and The Crown. And nature documentaries?? But that’s a given
What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?
My current job RIP
but I’ve learned so much from it and met so many cool people that I can’t bring myself to be bitter over it… Just vaguely…. disappointed 
What’s a hidden talent of yours?
I can say very mean things very nicely and make my get away before people realize that I am an evil, petty gremlin
Are you religious?     
I am irreverently catholic
What’s something you wish to have at this moment?
That BIG FLAKEY sweatshirt at the croissant shop that I was too cheap to commit to. I've come to realize in the past the 2 hours since I left it that we belong together 
tagging: ✨ anyone who's in the sharing mood ✨
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I can't believe it's almost been a whole year since I posted something about Cardverse but okay
The original project file for this got CORRUPTED while I was transferring it, so I probably will never be able to finish this specific version of this idea, but what I do have of it, please enjoy. This is based on a Hetalia Cardverse story a dear friend (@oumaheroes) and I concocted to torture ourselves with
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Famous Last Words
Day 21 of Whumptober
Coughing up blood/ ‘You’re safe now’/ ‘Take me instead’
Characters: England, France
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‘It could be worse.’
‘I don’t see how.’
‘I could be ugly,’ France grinned and smoothed back his hair, leaving his arm draped across his forehead, ‘As it is, thankfully I am not.’
‘I think your priorities are flawed.’
‘Yes well, you would.’
Annoyingly, England had to admit that he was right. France, reclining in his large, lavish bed, did, for some reason, look particularly beautiful. His skin was pale and smooth like porcelain, his neck and cheeks all the same cool colour. His eyes were bright, his hair spread about his pillow, and he was thinner than England had seen him in years. Since he’d starved and withered along with a failed harvest, perhaps.
‘I’ve seen your ladies,’ France said, ‘Willowy and waspish and fragile. Do not tell me that you’re so dense as to not know your own people and their fashions.’
‘It’s a bloody foolish fashion,’ England drew up a chair and settled into it by France’s bedside, crossing on leg atop the other, ‘To aspire to and covet the look of consumption is a foolish, vain thing to do.’
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this is exactly what i was talking about
Fatigue
For frukweek: Day 4  Reminiscing about old times / WWII (I did old times and then fell into WWI)
Also dedicated to @thedisappointedidealist12 who helped to inspire the setting of this story <3
Summary: This war is different. France and England know this more than most
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‘What are you doing?’
Against the moonlight through the open stable door, France saw England stiffen in surprise.
‘Go to sleep.’ He said in a whisper. Carefully, so as to make as little sound as possible, he pulled the door to and slid the bolt across, cloaking them all in darkness once more.
Belatedly, France realised that he had caught him coming in, not going out. He stepped towards him and impatiently willed his eyes to readjust so that he could get a decent read of England’s face.
‘Where have you been?’
England looked pointedly over France’s shoulder at the sleeping humans around them- English and French soldiers they were trying to move to a new position down the front line where they’d be lost in seconds- and tried to move past him.
France caught him by the elbow, noting the night air coolness of his clothes, and lowered his voice to a low whisper, ‘You were not supposed to be on watch tonight.’
‘I wanted a walk.’
‘You’re supposed to be sleeping.’
‘You’re supposed to be sleeping.’
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this is @oumaheroes fault. They write gorgeous, achey stuff and I just draw it, so this isn't on me
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Have you ever done/or thought of doing a playlist of songs that fits your Francis? I have seen fans and artists make playlists about their favorite characters and I was wondering if you had done the same. I would love to hear your version with Francis!
At this point in my life, all Francis is to me is Regina Spektor
That being said, I feel like Francis went through many distinct phases to reach the moderately likable modern Francis of today and before you ask, I do have playlists dedicated to each of these different phases, thank you
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Can I ask what your pfp is and if it means anything?
It's.... an ink stain circle because I'm artsy, aloof, and mysterious. Like.... like an ink stain, perhaps.
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Hi, I love your drawings and your OCs!! Especially that little story with the depressed kid and the angel! Have you ever thought of making an "About the Creator" section on your blog? I think many of us would love to know more about you! 🥰
Thank yoooou; I drew those for my little sister! She really got a kick out of them too. This is devastating to say, but there's really not much going on with this creator? I am very just here, vibing, poking around nature..... Man, now I feel like I need to make a "About the Creator" page just to flesh out my being. Thank you, Anon, perhaps I will, perhaps I will....
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Do you have a favorite micronation in hetalia ?
Unpopular opinion and radical honesty: none of the micro nations have ever spoken to my soul. I am apathetic towards them, though their designs are very cute.
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I should be doing a million different things than going through my old doodles rn, yet here we aaaaaaaaare
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if I have to be sad and achey over this, every one of you has to be be sad and achey over it too
An interaction if Arthur were the old man instead of Francis in Reset would be really fun!! ;)
I couldn't flip it AU style, so have a bit more of Old Arthur with France right at the end!
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‘I’m curious.’
At the sound of his voice, Arthur turns away from the window to Francis. He is driving like a fool, one hand lazily on the top of the wheel, the other propped under his head on the side. Arthur has half a mind to tell him so.
The other half still doesn’t quite know where he is.
‘About what.’
Francis gives an easy shrug and a half smile, ‘You.’ His eyes flick to Arthur’s briefly before finding the road again, ‘What you’re thinking about.’
The car ahead slows, caution before a turn.
‘What I’m thinking about?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why does it matter.’
‘It doesn’t,’ as soon as they were on a straight, Francis moves to drive one handed once more, ‘I’m just curious.’
‘I’m not thinking about anything.’
‘We both know that’s not true.’
Arthur takes a slow breath in, feeling his lungs expand in his chest, and holds it. Keeps it until it begins to burn and only then lets it go.
Francis gives a soft laugh through his nose, ‘You’re stalling.’
‘Yes. I am.’
‘Hmm.’
They pass into a village, the road widening, just, to let cars spill onto pavements on either side. Speed limit to thirty, hunched squat cottages forgotten either side of flats to bleed the modern into the old. Francis drives in silence until they are back on the narrow country road at the other end, saying nothing as Arthur watches it all pass by.
‘I am curious,’ Francis says eventually, ‘because this has not happened before. To us, never before to us.’
He chances a look at Arthur again. Arthur sees him just out of the corner of his eye but remains resolutely watching the road ahead, as if taking in as much as he can until-
‘Albion!’
Until-
Arthur clears his throat. ‘To us?’
‘Yes. Me and you. We have never known before that- well.’ Francis smiles, voice softening, ‘As I said, usually we see each other afterwards. We go until the very end, until we cannot go any more. So, this is different. And I want to know what that feels like.’
Arthur shakes his head slowly. A sudden flash of noise and colour: swords in mud, the wild eyes of a boy below him as he kneels, blood on his hands, with the world guttering into smoke and screams around him.
Then, it is gone.
The car engine rumbles the seat under him gently. Arthur turns his hand to press palms to his thighs and pushes the weight of reality back in.
‘It feels,’ he starts, the words eager to escape without him realising, ‘Like I am dreaming. Or like I have just woken from a dream- that time in between when you cannot tell the two apart.’
He swallows, tastes the sea, and his breath catches, ‘Like I am full of something. Memories and ideas that aren’t mine but feels like they once were. Or that I am at the end of a play, remembering as the lights dim that I am only an actor, nothing more.’
He stops, confused. Forgotten truth thrums inside him, so tangible and close to the surface that it hurts.
Francis waits until he is sure that Arthur is done and then nods. Arthur thinks that he will say something in return, will comment on what Arthur has just said and acknowledge it as impossible. Deny it, tell him that he’s wrong- ‘It’s not real. It’s all in your head. Don’t worry, you’re fine.’
He doesn’t. He rolls his shoulders and sighs, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, ‘It is cruel of me to ask,’ he says instead, ‘I’m sorry.’
They continue on in silence, and Arthur focuses on the trees.
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!!!! Your mountain comic bothers me because everyone needs love. It's not a bad thing you have to be free from. You can be free and love someone
S'true, but I shan't moralize the comic. Take what you need from it, Anon, take what you need.
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