evashearta

[evashearta]

revelations

eva sat alone on the windowsill of her munich villa. 

surrounded by finely furnished, almost sweet, candy like decorative furniture and paintings, she herself felt like a mere adornment, a doll to lie seductively, sweetly on the cushions, waiting for another secret night with her lover. 

she felt an odd disgust to her existence which turned her on as much as it stepped on her, both on her heart, her nerves, her patience.

what was her duty in this world?

to the women of the nazi party, it was work, religion, community, kitchen, children. 

she did not even have the status of a proper woman. 

she was eternally hitler’s girl, imprisoned. 

when she was not even a woman, but a mere girl... why wouldn't she have a bit of fun?...

herta. herta never whines on her lap. herta never goes on and on about the war. herta never monologues. herta never...

herta never hurt her the way he did

she never made her feel as though her life was being taken from her heart, crushed to pieces and confined to a couch and a sachet of money, a secret in plain sight. 

what duty did she have, neither child nor woman? none. neither school, community nor work bound a caged bird. 

fuck it, she said, at least in her head so. 

the loneliness will never end, and sleeping pills to keep me in my dreams as blutrote rosen plays on the gramophone, there are only so few, fewer each night and morning come to early. 

her lover is her abuser, no matter how much he gives her

she knows he is the death of her. 

a sudden thought struck her.

his niece. 

where is she? 

there has been no word of the frilly youth, the little bird of singing voice

no word nor sound has come from her

only the newspapers, only the newspapers. perhaps, she might read one. 

“geli raubal; suicide or murder?” monstrous revelations on hitler’s twisted psyche”

so she wasn't the only one. 

revelations one upon the other pile on her

overwhelming her

but it was a burden that freed her, revealed unto her

it was the freedom of knowing, but a hard weight to bear. 

eva was no longer to be kept the virgin dictator's dirty secret, nor suicidal teen scandal. 

her hand reached to that gift of the modern age, the telephone. so many lonely nights, so many tears of impatience left their salty, bittersweet mark on the numbers she turned.

herta. 

she needed herta. 

all her body, all her being, all her soul and nerve in her body craved herta like nothing else, she was her anima, her life, her spirit. her touch, her breath, her heartbeat. all she wanted was herta, and nothing else in the world. from earliest days of youth, she and her friend were inseparable, true siblings, family... 

time goes by so slowly, but eva was going to push through the fog, the sloginess of time, the sap that entrapped her like an insect in history, a dead decoration suspended in movement, life.

phone rang. impatient, hungry, no; deathly starving for the line to be answered, for the line not to lie flat. eva truly felt, her life was put to the line of a telephone cable. herta. 

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pensive.

the train trip was long, her thoughts were heavy. The whole atmosphere seemed fossilizing, coagulated pine sap, golden, sticky, entrapping all these little insects in its mass. That’s it, we’re living history, aren’t we. We are all fossils to be, forever entrapped in this piece of amber, one day we will be made into fine jewelry or cheap bracelets sold at markets. Gawked at, observed, studied or worn and adorned, sculpted, polished or raw. Time itself, refused to pass. It was lying down under the dreamy afternoon sun, in rotting summer nights where the sky feels tired in its sombre tones, its fire maturing into something of the colour of wine.

Her ideas seemed quite strange in boredom. She almost wanted to write a poem- or just write. Like him but, not quite.. not so serious and grave, isolated and silent. No, she wrote in the midst of life, history; he wrote fossils, he made fossils, whereas she was still that young fly trapped in the pinesap of some ancient tree. Writhing.

His adventure books inspired her.. he liked to read those too, so she sneaked up on the little closet beside the bed. What a child, she thought. In many ways he was a child. a cruel but charming little beast. She loved him. She knew how to be cruel too… but there was something different, magnetizing about him, that didn’t let her see him for what he was. Pain and pleasure- those seemed to be both in motion with one another, in the dance of life. Such was love... no?  

She thought about who his niece was too. It seemed... surreal what she heard. Sensational. Maybe she saw her once or twice, without seeing much importance in the smiling youth. Or why he looked at her like that. There was an odd connection, what was he searching for, gazing so long, with such a hunger, a voracious love in those eyes that revealed a great and heavy heart. Why was such a heavy burden laden on the lives of these young hearts...? Why were singing birds confined to a cage? To a maze of heart that would make anyone lose their minds. Perhaps he too wanted to escape. Or maybe there was just a cruel hunger like that of a wolf for fresh, warm, young flesh. It was hard to tell, doe eyes with the heart of a beast.

She thought, she had good motives for a poem, in her dairy with covers the colour of spring leaves.

She was already nearing a certain maturity, a certain insight.

But..., she didn’t dare. She didn’t dare feel what she felt for who she thought was a friend, but turned out to be far more.

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Remorse

“Next stop, Munich city center.”

Eva was trying to rationalize her feeling of relief. Even the air around her seemed to be lithe. Before getting off, she decided to take a long, deep breath. The problem was, she had no where to go.

“I’m literally from this city and now-” Eva heaved a sigh and got to her feet. She’s definitely not going back to her house, which is technically not hers, but a gift from the Fuehrer. Besides, it’s not hard for her to imagine SS men waiting for her at the front door so they’d be able to report back to Himmler—that wretched pussy, that she is ‘‘safe and sound’’ thank to the brilliant German intelligence. No. That man shall not be rewarded because of me showing up at my own property.

Biting her tongue, Eva stood irresolute beside the Straßenbahn Haltstelle. All she can think about is Herta, but she’s still in Berlin. Maybe Goebbels? This idea was immediately abolished because she had no intention to have intercourse of any sorts with him. Mom? It’s probably even worse since her father refused to have any contact with her because of her some what ‘‘unhealthy’’ relationship with men-by that, he meant Hitler above all.

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[evashearta]

he feels scrunkly and scrnchy and beautiful and twisted and ugh come on fuck me emo boy

.... i think now is a very convenient time to k1ll myself

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https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLt6njrWtQFA5gnyAs-otL7SWEUPByIesk

mass murdering dictator or sleep deproved hypercatove teen?????

cant fucking tell!!!!!!!

playlist dr morell prescribe 2 u #selfacre

playlsit for idiot chatoc people w stupid shit hands 

people who feel like glitzy rainbow glitter with what is possibly late stage syphlis, parkinson or just plain ADHD 

playlist for criminally rich furries living in a protected area in the alps

playlist for people off their medz going fucking feral!!!!!!! 

playlist 4 ppl who are physically degrading as each day passes uwuwuuwuwuuwuwuuwuu 

people who want to SCREAM AT WALLS BC EVERYTHING IS SCREAMING INSIDE. :))))

people who tic like shit but also stim a lot

people who are real sugar ravaged addicts <3

people who are on all planes of existence a fucking rollercoaster

#you know ;) #reichblr #hello dear fellow crackheads #tis i #choccy #i bless thee #with my music taste #and my sheer presence #.

[evashearta]

alright which one of you fuckers did it

#reichblr #i see you you little shit #horny ass #bitch #please #sincerely choccy

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Thoughts.

That day, Eva decided to take the latest train back to Munich.

She didn’t even leave a word for her lover-is he her lover anymore? She hesitated, but still jumped aboard the train. As the train was slowly speeding up, she immediately started to regret her decision: What if…what if he didn’t mean to say that? Maybe I, I am the one who’s guilty. What have I done for my country? I’m probably one of the luckiest people in the whole world—I don’t need to worry about unemployment, the front, food rations…My duty is supposed to be a good company for the Fuehrer and here I am, all alone. Mission failed.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a burst of loud laughter. She turned back with an irritate look and spotted a guy holding newspapers.

diffident, he smiled and quickly cast his eyes down.

Whatever. Eva thought to herself. Feeling exhausted for absolutely no reason, she slowly closed her eyes.

“You think that's her?” someone whispered. Awaked, Eva nervously pricked up her ears.

“That’s…not possible. His lover is his niece. If she is who you think she is…Then I’m pretty much disappointed.”

slowly standing up, she numbly picked up her suitcase. She could feel people staring at her. This is a strange feeling indeed. A mixture of excitement, disappointment and finally, loneliness.

Only if Herta’s here...

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[evashearta]

Ai/愛-Intro

Hello ladies and gentlemen, I’m Alice or in short Ai. It also means “love” in Mandarin /Japanese and apart from that, it’s my real name’s initials.

Well, there is not much to talk about me. I enjoy music and books, I have a super cute ragdoll cat named Afu. I have an unique taste in music - I would listen to Lana, Taylor for hours and then suddenly switch to Megan.

Not to mention that my preference in movies/series are also pretty distinctive: historical, sci fi, documentary, non fic. This apply to my book genre likewise.

I don’t have if any, real life crushes. But nonetheless my favorite historical figures are Leni Riefenstahl, Joseph/Magda Goebbe1s and Marlene Dietrich.

I’m also a casual artist, I draw sometimes, and my art style isn’t fixed yet since I always want to try something different. (I do digital)

And yet you probably already know me through my other pretty “famous” blog @alice1940s , however I only post mostly Goebbe1s content there, this one-this one is different.

Pronouns:She/her

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choccy- intro

hello, im choccy, the voracious chocolate loving beast of the night. 

i like all tastes, but my fav range is from 85 to 100 percent. favourite chocolate is 100 percent piura blanco peru chocolate. i like chocolate that tastes purple, or mauve, nice and round taste. fresh and juicy. 

but im also a hardcore lindt junkie and also toblerone and mmmm smooth choc from the alps is my raison d’etre... omg i want to live in the alps with an obscene stash of chocolate

music taste is illustrated quite well by nina hagen’s angstlos album (and also auf m friedhof, ugh gives me an eargasm hearing that got ist tot buildup with the climax), also 2000s hyperpop scene edgy emo music that feels glitzy and hyper.

but sure ill listen to a bit of 20s or 40s music when i want to be gentle to those young ears of mine. or if im feelin all nice and fancy, wanting to get a bit more into that era. 

anyway. also an artist so expect some spicy illustrations... of our little story here. sure it started off as a joke but you know i had to dig a bit deeper into it, you know.. just for fun.

the th1rd reich used to be my main hyperfixation but eva braun is still super interesting to me. well. in more ways than one. 

fem, she/her. if you want to call me out on my buffoonery, at least use the good pronouns dear

btw naz1s sympathisers alt right or if you feel like himmler is unironically cute fuck off please <3 fucking chicken farmer boy uwu  GET OUT. !!!

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introductory post

hello. for clarification, there are two people running this blog. 

choccy and Ai. 

the authors will be specified in the tags of our posts. 

you may ask questions, but specify if you want them to be posed to choccy or ai. 

if you wish to know more as to the nature of this blog, read on...

what if eva had found another love, another life outside hitler? what if best friends could be more than what she had ever expected...

slowly, eva learns the truth, and it opens her a new path. 

because she deserved better. 

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[evashearta]

acceptance.

herta was wandering in the woods, as she hadnt quite told eva the precise location of where they’d be meeting. she missed her friend, without having to put up a show for the higher nazi officials or play hostess. 

she heard wails in the forest. it sounded like eva. she walked towards where eva lay on the ground, her face contorted, red, swelled with tears. it looked like her eyes were bleeding out with sorrow. 

“eva, what happened to you? come, you can tell me.”

she embraced her, gently. she sobbed into her arms, it didnt look like she could speak. something very grave was happening to eva. 

“ i dont know herta. i dont know what he wants from me, i... fear him. i dont know how long i can live like this. perhaps it is best i no longer dwell in this world.”

herta, upon hearing this, wiped away the tears from the girls face and whispered:

“i saw how he hurt you for a long time, but didnt dare break your fantasy of him, his charm, his kind words, it saw almost as if he truly loved you. but.. now you see it too. you’re stubborn eva, i know that even with what i implied you wouldn’t ever change your heart and mind. but now he left you aching, again, on the verge of taking your own life rather than see that it is this relationship you must break.”

“oh herta... to my broken heart, i now have no scar from this truth. it is all too plain to see... but herta, what is my life outside him?

is he my end?

...or is there.. another way?”

herta pressed her stronger against her chest, somehow they both wanted to embrace one another stronger, as if all they had was one another to live for. 

“herta.. even if you are my best friend... you loved me better.. than he ever had.”

herta pulled her closer as she started to sob, suddenly, an impulse ran through her, she kissed her on the lips.

“eva.. i dont think  i ever want to leave your side.”

not paying attention to the world around, herta started to touch evas hips, touching her torso, then caressing her, fondling her breasts as eva pulled her closer, hearts beating. they were entangled, excited, eva had never felt her heart so happy. 

“ah.. i feel so.. full..”

herta noticed how frail eva was becoming, these days, when she was so empty.

“come, lets go get something. want some ice cream? well, nothing can quite cool me off better after this.”

eva looked at her deeply with those blue eyes, like that of a crystal clear stream.

“not even the icy ripples of the lake can cool me down, engulf me better than you, herta.”

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[evashearta]

denial.

it was a sunny day. 

the lush green specked with flowers seemed to show all life in its youth, so fragile and young yet so full of energy. 

the birds were filling the air with buzzes and chirps, all so busy with finding a mate. 

as is usual, hitler took his berghof companions out on a picnic in the woods, he quite liked such outings, along with his valet linge. this time he allowed eva, his lover to come along... he knew that she ruled the berghof as he wanted to rule the world someday. he had given her power, where he left her caged. some kind of illusory status to a flittery bird like her. his toy. his forgetting. his sweet craving in the night...

“ah, the sunshine is so pure, the clouds are clear, it seems nature itself is celebrating my birthday. ah, those days,... what a beginning i had, in that little village on the meeting lines of austria and germany. it was destiny that shined upon me the day i was born, this very same stroke of sun that lit my eyes and led me to this fate. ah, in those days where i was but a poor little boy, when i was nothing but a grain of dust, inconsequential. even then the rage, the calling came forth to me and....

hitler rambled on, the rest, too scared to intervene. eva knew how much reassurance he needed, that he was no grain of dust, that he was a big shot, a world changer a rule breaker, a fate. 

eva knew how frail he was. 

his body.. was losing that same robust desire that once animated it, his thoughts more and more repetitive, predictable, flat, imitating of his own self image. 

as time passed, linge eventually brought up the good weather, goebbels had come a bit late with his children and the secretaries were fawning over them. 

eva was smiling too but, she felt an insatiable hunger inside her. 

she had been losing appetite for life all in all. deprived, small, confined. the only thing that satisfied her heart was when he would pull her tight to his body, even if it was just to...

“eva do you want a drink?”

“why of course, mein fuhrer. a glass of mineral water please.”

“here, have this bit of sandwhich, mein tschapperl. you havent-”

“its fine, adi. im not hungry now”

he looked at her, worried. what did this man want from her? why did he care so much about her health, her image according to his virtues, forbidding her a girls love of cigarettes and dancing? she knew well what his dr morell was giving him. 

“oh, why. i have to excuse myself, but i have just remembered that i have a little meeting with my friend herta. thank you, sorry i must leave you so abruptly.”

“i will escort you.”

puzzled, eva accepted adolf’s request. he seemed more and more paranoid as of late, enemies, enemies everywhere, he said. the whole berghof area was now fenced and highly protected, which was quite good as no more pilgrims would come so near. but, she was worried about him too. she loved him, deeply so. but he hurt her, puzzled her, used her.. no, its his way of loving isnt it? there is good in him, there must be something-

he pulled her hand towards him a bit stronger, massaging it almost. it sent goosebumps all over her body. she started to move her hand towards his arms, hoping for an embrace, a kiss maybe.. she was so desperate for intimacy, attention. all those cameras.. she needed to see those eyes as they are again. 

brusquely he pushed her off but she grabbed his sleeve, trying to hold his hand- she couldn’t help herself.

“please-”

he shot her an icy, cold gaze. there was resentment in those eyes, waiting to lash out. 

“how dare you think you mean anything to me!! i the greatest man of germany and you nothing. driven by your own primitive impure desires you are nothing to the might of my willpower, nothing to my destiny as the savior of germany! i must remain pure, like rienzi, i must remain like the purest ray of light upon this earth, coming from above! and you? you are nothing but filthy vermin trying to pull me down, make me human, twist my soul in anguish and bewitch me you despicable-”

he raised his arm and eva welled into tears. he saw his ascetic fantasy of himself suddenly come into question, and the guilt whipped him into rage, the sheer pain of being human, of showing her being human, was too much for a man living a dream. 

“adolf please dont-”

too late. it wasnt so much the burning clasp of his hand that hurt her, as much as his sphynx-like contradiction in the heart of his personality that made him switch like that, forget all that he ever was- to her. what he showed her, what that man would do under the cover of the night, how gentle, soft, caring a mask he could put on. but she liked to believe it was all true. 

eva was left there, alone, deserted, to cry in the woods. 

what had she done wrong? 

why did he keep her here?

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