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stirdrawsandreblaws · 2 years

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omg psykarion has the coolest name, PLEASE tell me about them

!!! :D Psykarion is one of my ttrpg characters; the game is Werewolf: the Apocalypse, but in a historical setting (specifically centered in Roman-occupied Britannia during the Hadrian era 130 CE). Psykarion is a mokolé, which is basically a were-lizard/dragon. The mokole are basically living cloud servers because they have access to Mnesis, which is a combination of the memories of every other mokole that ever lived, as well as the "memory" of old places with high spiritual impact, which is how he is a 20 year old that also basically lived through the sacking of Carthage. Lots of emotional issues from that and other things, haha

His name means "little breath" or "little soul" in Greek. He has several aliases though, and spends a lot of time crossdressing and changing identities while traveling from place to place. One of the (now-dead) npcs called him a word that basically meant gender-witch lmao, and he loved it, much to her dismay

I've posted art of him before in my draws tag but fuck it here's a comp of Game Doodles i did ages ago

I can't go into too much detail about his past because some of the other players might see his Backstory Secrets but: he is a freedman who used to be an actor, and believes he might be the last were-dragon left in the world after the Wars of Rage (basically the werewolves attempted genocide of all the other shapeshifters and succeeded at wiping out a few, like were-bats)

So he's been searching for others like him to confirm whether or not that's true; for a while he would shift into his suchid form (which is a long-extinct Greek monitor lizard, abt 3 ft long, unlike his 20ft archid "were-dragon" form which is actually still smallish for a mokolé) and hide in semi-hibernation amid boat cargo to avoid paying for transport, but he got discovered after leaving Gaul while in Lizard Torpor and was captured by these dudes who thought he was a land crocodile and tried to sell him as a cure for blindness (he went along with this because hey free travel and food, even if it's just raw rats and eggs or whatever, and he could go unnoticed by other turnskins...though that does mean he had his eyes gouged out a few times, he healed, which just cemented their belief in his value and got him better food for a while...which he decided was worth it, oof). So yeah. This was fine until he found out these new people who were buying him outright were werewolves planning to burn him alive in the hopes of restoring sight to a metis werewolf baby (that was born blind) for Sacrificial Curse reasons

Which means he was already plotting his escape when he overheard the other player characters investigating, and recognized the voice of someone he knew from his acting days (another actor named Pallas)...then escaped and went to find him and beg him for help before the horrible british winter killed his cold-blooded and mediterranean-born ass lmao

Which he got, after an interrogation by their kindly pack-totem, Mammoth (and oh how he wept for joy at that meeting!! Both of these creatures who have witnessed ages long past, now alone in a world moving on without them, but trying to endure all the same...!!!) Then he ended up going with these werewolves and their were-raven packmate (that he affectionately refers to as sun-sister) to stop the curse... and also to escape all the other werewolves who decided they were honor-bound to kill and dissect him lol. They managed to save the metis baby (though it still probably won't have a good end) and escaped to Cyrenaica because he was able to help their totem make a moon-bridge there via mnesis.

He and Pallas had a sort of weird mutual obsession at the time they met, and it turns out they still do, though their relationship is pretty fraught now since he found out Pallas is a Fancy Boy werewolf (high-purebreed silver fang, though he rejected his heritage and got cut the fuck up as a result)

Every other pic ive drawn of them together is a violation of tumblr tos so:

He's also short and full of rage, which means he fits right in with the werewolves for the most part, and that galls him a little. Still, they saved his life, and he theirs, and despite everything he sorta loves them all...

Alas he's going to say goodbye soon, and live basically a hermit life in what remains of the garden of the hesperides (which in our game is an ancient mokole wallow), and sometimes work with a small pack of sympathetic werewolves and a were-lion in Cyrene...also probably trying to hunt down kinfolk to breed more mokole with lol

Gonna just end this with more old shitpost doodles:

I love a him

#stirring up trouble #original characters #asks #im so sorry this is super long i couldn't get readmore to work #werewolf the apocalypse #mokole

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uboat53 · 2 years

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My Dream Total War Game: Part 1

Well, I've had a solid go of Total War: Warhammer III having played several races and I'm just waiting for Immortal Empires to drop. I suppose it's time to do the big project I've been thinking about for a while, what would my dream Total War game look like?

To start with, I've been thinking back to the previous games in the series. I've played every single Total War title except the original Shogun, Napoleon, and Thrones of Britannia, so I think I've got a fairly good background. Each one of them introduced something cool or different to the series, so let's take a look at those things

Here's what I really liked that I associate with each of them:

Medieval: Total War

My goodness, the original for me. I still love this game, though I am glad that we've moved away from that tile campaign map. One thing I remember about this game was being able to assault the gates of a castle even without building siege equipment. Infantry could undermine the foundations, scale walls, and attempt to torch the gates. It was way less efficient than building or bringing along real siege equipment, but there are times when you just need to take the dang thing and this option was great to have in your back pocket.

Princesses were also great. They weren't just pictures on a family tree that meant very little, they were very real agents in the campaign and that really brought the socio-political side of the game to life.

Finally, I loved the religion aspect of this. Fighting a war with troops and diplomacy is one thing, but adding religion to your arsenal really added another dimension to it. Being able to influence the Papacy as a Catholic faction especially was a ton of fun.

Rome: Total War

Oh my (George Takei voice), the realistic campaign map and 3-D units. I never want to play without those again. Definitely have to be a part of any perfect TW game.

Rome was also the first game with real diversity in factions. I mean, in Shogun the factions pretty much all use peasants and samurai and in the time period of Medieval the mounted knight is pretty much the main unit on the battlefield that all factions build their armies around. In Rome, by contrast, each faction has a very unique way of making war that forces different strategy and tactics than any other faction. The Romans have the legion, Greeks have hoplites, Macedonians have pikes, Gauls have warbands. Each one of those brings a totally different flavor to how they play and I love it.

Other than that, I miss the trade system. I liked it when a trade agreement meant that any territories that could trade with each other would do so instead of this new capital to capital link.

Medieval II: Total War

There's nothing quite like the feel and fanfare of medieval warfare and there were three things in particular from this that I'd want in a perfect TW game. The first is the synchronized kills, where the animation of an attacking unit matches the death animation of the unit it's attacking. Sure, I spend a lot of time zoomed out and issuing commands to the army, but there's nothing like zooming in and actually seeing dozens of men directly interacting with each other instead of just using stock animations without regard for one another.

The next one is the individualized units. Making different men in the same unit look unique was amazing and I was surprised at how well they were able to manage it. And, taking off from that…

…is my next point, the visual impact of armor and weapon upgrades. You see, Medieval II didn't just have armor upgrade by colors (upgrade to the bronze, then the silver, then the gold), it had types of armor. Leather, Padded, Lamellar, Light Mail, etc that were made in different kinds of facilities. Different kinds of units started with different types of armor and could only be upgraded to types of armor that made sense for them to wear. More importantly, you could SEE the change when you went into battle. Line infantry with heavy mail or partial plate LOOKED different from the same unit with light mail. This is a feature I'd really love to see again.

Empire: Total War

NAVAL COMBAT! I mean, seriously, the age of sail. No other TW game has done naval combat as well since and it's a feature I really want to see again (particularly in the Warhammer games, how do we have Vampire Coast and Druchii without naval combat?).

This was also the first TW game that featured automatic replenishment of units which is definitely a feature I would have to have in my perfect game.

I'm still not 100% sure I like not being able to just build every building in a single city given enough time, but I really loved the fact that not all buildings in a territory were in the central settlement and that new cities would spring up in a territory over time with enough growth. It made the provinces/territories more of a strategic battleground when you couldn't just retreat to the city and hole up while the enemy ran all over the place without accomplishing anything.

There's also the settlement garrisons. It was so nice having at least a rudimentary defense in place even if I didn't put an army in every. single. city. They've been balanced differently in different games to various results, but I think any TW game from now on needs them.

Finally, dismountable cavalry. There are so many situations where it would be more useful to take my guys off of horseback, so why can't I do it anymore?

Shogun 2: Total War

Shogun 2 for me is all about the multiplayer. I loved the clans system, I loved the progression system, and my favorite part was how you could save a veteran unit from your battles and customize it. No more nameless, faceless armies, I want my personal troops again!

Rome II: Total War

Let's face it, the combined land and sea battles really gave the navy its punch in this game. The ramming of sea battles was fine, but being able to use your ships and their full crews on land made them ten times as valuable. That would absolutely be a part of my perfect TW game.

Total War: Attila

Attila, more than any other TW game really had a strong feel. The world was getting colder and civilization was falling apart and it FELT like that was happening all around you. I'm not 100% sure how you would get that level of theming in another game, but I want it!

Total War: Warhammer, Warhammer II

So for me these are in the same boat, Warhammer II was a great improvement over Warhammer, but for me it didn't do anything new that Warhammer hadn't already done, it just did the things better. That said, I liked the single entity units and I liked the monstrous units, they really added some difference in gameplay. I also liked the magic which really opened up a ton of tactical and strategic options.

These games also brought in unique faction mechanics, different kinds of machinations and strategies that each faction could employ, further differentiating them beyond even their unique unit rosters and building trees.

Total War: Arenas

This one never officially launched and it wasn't even an official Total War thing by the end of it, but I love it so much I'm going to talk about it anyways.

Arenas was the greatest multiplayer experience I've ever played in any game ever. The gameplay was set up so that you controlled three units in an army with nine other players against an enemy army of ten. You had to cooperate over a divided battlefield in order to secure victory either by destroying all enemy units or by capturing their flag.

I'm sure there'd be a ton more work you'd have to do in order to get this to work and you'd probably want different modes because how often do you have 20 players at a time, but it was the coolest TW experience I've ever had and I really want to see it again!

Total War: Three Kingdoms

My goodness, the diplomacy. Give me the diplomacy system. This was the single most refreshing TW title I have played in a long time and it still holds a special place in my heart because of this. Yes, other titles since have used the diplomacy system to some degree, but in Troy and Warhammer a lot of the faction relations are hard-coded in. In Three Kingdoms the alliances and confederations can shift in a heartbeat, completely changing the shape of the campaign.

The way the diplomacy system interacted with the character relationships was also brilliant in that it allowed a real connection to your generals and officers. They were no longer just cogs in a machine, they had likes and dislikes and developed friendships and rivalries over the course of the campaign. It was great!

The personalities were also fantastic because they hooked them up to the play style. A brash and aggressive character would genuinely play in a brash and aggressive way which led to whole new level of strategic planning.

I also really like the idea of an army being composed of multiple generals and their retinues. This worked really well with the relationship and personality system, adding new depth to the campaign where you had to work to ensure that you composed armies not just with generals who complemented each other well, but also who got along well enough to work together.

Total War: Troy

I liked the mythological elements of this a lot. They weren't overwhelming, but it was just really cool to see a huge man dressed as a cyclops on the battlefield. It was impressive enough to be cool but still within the bounds of reason so it didn't break historical verisimilitude.

The other thing I really liked about this one was the currency system. It was really fun putting together the different pieces in order to buy what you needed. Three Kingdoms started this a bit with their food mechanic, but Troy took it to the next level and it was a great feature.

Total War: Warhammer III

Warhammer III separates itself from I and II based on one thing only, the Warriors of Chaos rework that's being prepared for the launch of Immortal Empires. You see, this rework has something I've been wanting from a TW game since I first started playing them back in 2001, the ability to upgrade a unit to a better type instead of having to disband it and recruit a new one. It's great, it's fantastic, and I'm super looking forward to getting to use this feature.

Conclusion

So yeah, that's what I love about each of the games and what I'd put in my perfect Total War game. The thing is, though, there's still some stuff that I've seen in other games that hasn't made it into a TW game yet. I'll do another rant in a bit with some of those things.

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simple-persica · 3 years

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When I tell y'all I'm obsessed with a personified Ms. Narrator. I am in love

#hetalia #aph narrator #aph pangaea #?#i still don't know what to tag her as ahsfashfkajfsha #oh also Gaul and Britannia #don't know how historically accurate it is #but hey #they're both dead so it's fine #I think I just like coloring her hair tbh #I've been watching a lot of mythology videos too #and compiling every mother nature/earth goddess trait as I possibly can

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kaimaciel · 3 years

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Saw your latest post with hcs, and I'd love to hear of Iberia and Portugal and Spain's childhood ♥

Sure :)

Oh God, this got long too.

Because neither Portugal nor Spain had any defined identity, I would place their births at least near the end of the Roman occupation. Thus Carthage had a bigger impact on Iberia as a whole, making him either her sibling or even a lover.

Iberia was a fighter, much like the other ladies of ancient times (ancient Greece, Egypt, Gaul, or even Britannia), and like them, she fought off Rome for as long as she could, but eventually, she lost and taken away from Carthage. Her relationship with Rome was... tumultuous, and even after he left, her land just kept getting taken by invaders (Visigoths, Vikings, Moors). By the time future Portugal and Spain were born, she didn’t have much time left.

She lived with Afonso for a while, in a little shack near the ocean, and when she felt he was strong enough to be by himself, she left to care for Antonio in the mountainside of the Asturias. By the time she died, the boys were still very young and only had vague memories of her. (This is where I hc Portugal pretending the Atlantic was his mom so he wouldn’t feel so lonely).

Antonio grew up surrounded by kingdoms fighting each other, worse, fighting over who would claim him as their nation, so he would go from Castile, Leon, Aragon, and Navarre and have people claiming to be his true bosses and his true culture, leaving him sad and confused about his identity, because he belonged to all of them and felt that he didn’t belong truly to neither and it hurt him to see them constantly fighting. He coped with this by trying to always stay happy, playing in the fields or with other children, and pretend things were going to be fine. This resulted in him being a precocious little boy, burying down his sadness and trauma deep down where de wouldn’t think about them.

Afonso on the other hand was constantly made aware of how fickle his life could be and how, at any moment, one of his neighbor kingdoms or the Moors could end him. So he was sullen and almost feral, he didn’t trust most people. At the same time, he craved affection and friendship. He wanted people to like him, but not at the expense of his independence, hence why he kept butting heads with Antonio who didn’t understand why he just could move in with him and live together in his house.

Port loved his brother very much, he loved playing with him and Antonio made him laugh because, regardless, Antonio was really a ray of sunshine, but he was also bossy and never listened to what Afonso wanted, so they kept butting heads for a long time. Things got even more complicated when Afonso became friends with Arthur and Antonio with Francis, now they added “my friend hates you and your stupid friend too” to their list of grievances.

Afonso dealt with his trauma, loneliness, and rejection by growing up, acting more like an adult, so he could pretend he didn’t want Antonio to love him, acknowledge him as an equal, or pay attention to him. While Antonio loved being a child, used that as his shield to cope with the trauma of his continuous civil wars, and he couldn’t understand why his brother was pulling away from him, why was he becoming older and different when all he wanted was for them to live all together in his house.

#jesus this one got long #i have a lot of feelings #i love these two idiots way to much #any way this is my take on why antonio has his happy youth personality #I'm really interested to know your opinion too #hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws portugal #hws spain #aph portugal #aph spain #iberian brothers #antonio carriedo

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childofthemoon86 · 6 years

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@francisandtheworldweek Day 3: Teaching each other to dance

Two Steps to Dance

Pairing: (pre)FrUk Characters: France, England, America, Gaul, Britannia. Rating: T for language Word count: 3509 Cross posted on FF.net Summary: France has a secret. A few in fact, but one of them is that he’s not a very good dancer. But that’s not going to stop him from stunning everyone with his move at the Dance Festival. He just needs someone to secretly teach him first. Time to pay England a visit…

“Absolutely not.” “Please Angleterre.” England huffed, angrily throwing down his needlepoint to glare at France. “Just what part of ‘no’ don’t you seem to get Frog?” France bit his lip in worry. Of all things, he was certain he’d never beg England of all people for help, but, here he is. He considers leaving, after all, it’s not like Arthur is the only one who could teach him. He could always ask Spain, Toni is bound to know how to teach him right? But if he goes to him, Toni will definitely tell Prussia about his eh, lack of skill, and then he’ll never hear the end of it. And he dare not ask America, lest he risk throwing out his back, or gaining some other painful injury. No, Francis sighs, anyone else he goes to is bound to turn him into a laughingstock for the next decade. So, as much as it pains him to have to ask England for anything, he’s the only one he can trust to teach him, because there’s no way Arthur would admit to being an expert. Dropping down onto the sofa next to the green eyed man, Francis pleads, “Come on Arthur, I really need your help.” Raising a bushy eyebrow at him, Arthur scoots back, putting as much distance between them as the three seater allows. “Why is it, every time I have a day off, you always turn up to ruin my day?” It takes a lot of self restraint for Francis not to snap at Arthur for being his usual unhelpful self. Or to tease him that if he didn’t what Francis to come visit, then why’d he never ask for the spare key to his house back. Arthur knows he has it, and it wasn’t like it was hard to steal. Instead, he forces himself to stay amicable. “I don’t always visit on your days off.” “No, you also feel the inexplicable need to bother me on your days off too.” Finally growing too annoyed, Francis snaps, “And why can’t you just do this one nice thing for me?” “Oh what sort of fool do you take me for?” England snaps back, glaring at Francis, “Do you honestly expect me to believe you, of all people, can’t dance?” “Please Angleterre, I’m begging you!” Francis cries, throwing himself onto the other man’s chest, “Teach me how to square dance!” Rather than answer him, Arthur twists around, swinging a leg up to kick France off of him, sending the man sprawling back over the arm of the other side of the couch. Why Francis expected any other reaction, even he’s not sure. He watch’s as Arthur angrily stands, but before he can storm out of the room, Francis lunges at him again, tumbling off the couch to grab England’s legs as he lies on the floor. “Pleassssse!” He continues to beg, fighting to keep a hold on Arthur while the other attempts to break free. “Let go Frog!” “No! Not until you agree to help me!” “What even makes you think I know how to square dance?” “I’ve seen you! Please, just teach meeeee!” “Oh for the love of-” Arthur growls, halting in his attempt to kick Francis off of him, “If I agree to help you, will you leave me alone?” Francis grinned happily up at him, putting on his best charm, “Oui, I promise I won’t bug you anymore. Just as soon as you teach me.” Huffing in barely contained contempt, England gives in. “Fine. Now let go of me.” Smiling wide at his success, France jumps to his feet, dusting himself off before looking expectantly to Arthur. “So, when do we begin?” “Well not in here, obviously. We’ll need to go somewhere with more space.” “Lead the way then.” Arthur sighs again, making this out to be such a hassle. Honestly, France wonders how this man enjoy’s anything besides arguing all the time. “Just why exactly do you want me to teach you? And why square dancing of all things?” Francis blinks in surprise, “You haven’t heard yet?” “Hear what?” Arthur looks highly suspicious, and suddenly things start to make sense to Francis. “Hasn’t Amérique messaged you yet?” Arthur frowns, looking around for his phone, “Probably. But it’s my day off, and I refuse to spend it going through the mindless drivel he sends me every twenty minutes.” That… is actually something France can agree on. The strange humour of the younger nations these days is beyond him. Finally England locates his phone, it having fallen off the coffee table during their scuffle, and starts to sift through all the messages from Alfred since yesterday. Francis comes over to help, raising an eyebrow at the number of ‘memes’ the boy seems to deem necessary to send. “What is ‘Big Mood’?” “Don’t ask.” Arthur sighs that long suffering sigh of a man given up on trying to understand. “Ah, this one!” Francis points, happy to find the right message, while Arthur frowns down at the one of dozens of annoying texts sent from the boy. Dudes check this out!!!! 👀👣👣🤩 url “I’m not clicking some random link from him.” England huffs, moving to just delete the text, but Francis beats him to it, opening the link. A second later and an annoyingly bright and flashy website fills the screen, proudly proclaiming Summer Dance Festival. “See?” Francis asks, scrolling down the page to the invite list and those already signed up. “What the?!” Arthur roared at seeing his own name listed, along with pretty much the rest of the world. “Why the hell-? Oh, when I get my hands on that boy!” Francis temporarily ignored, England furiously dialled America and, much to France’s amusement, noticed that Arthur has him on speed dial. Deciding it’s best to get out of England’s immediate striking range, Francis heads for the kitchen. While he busies himself with making tea, the sound of angry shouting filters through to him. “Alfred F. Jones, what the bloody hell do you think your playing at?!” … “Don’t you ‘hey dude me’!” … “…oh what ever gave you that idea?” … “…I sound upset do I?... No I’m furious! You-” … “Fun?! When have I ever-? …You didn’t consult-… oh and I suppose you have everyone else’s blessing for this?” … “That’s what I thought.” … “Good cause or not-! …Yes… No… Well now your just-… Argh! Fine!” The volume slowly decreases, and Francis smiles in wonderment at how Alfred can so easily convince Arthur. Perhaps he should ask him sometime… Tea made, France heads back into the living room to find Arthur resignedly slumped on his sofa once more, sighing into the phone. “Fine, fine. I’ll see you Sunday, but don’t expect me to like it.” Once he hangs up, Francis smiles softly and sits beside him, offering the tea in Arthur’s favourite mug to him. It’s times like this that Francis remembers just how well he knows Arthur. Without even thinking, he’d made Camomile tea just the way England likes it, knowing it’s the blonds go-to for de-stressing. He blinks out of his thoughts, sipping at his own drink, but still he can’t help but see the thankful glance Arthur sends him as he sighs into his tea. Moments like this are some of the few times things can actually be genuinely peaceful between them, and Francis wonders at his strange longing for more moments like these… He shakes himself out of such thoughts, setting his drink down and forcing himself to end the moment. “So?” He asks. “So?” Arthur parrots back. “The festival? You agreed?” “Well I can’t very well back out now can I? What sort of nation would I be to not turn up for a charity event.” He sighs, leaning back and holding his cup in his lap, “So this is why you want me to teach you square dancing?” “Oui, it is the main event.” “Alright. Well, we don’t have much time before Sunday, so you better be ready for a crash course.” He sighs again, though this time he sounds much calmer, a good sign for Francis, “Damn that boy. Why on Earth did he pick Cumberland Squares as the main dance?” France tries to hide his grin as he thinks to himself, probably because he knew picking one of your dances would make you more likely to turn up. Suddenly sitting up, Arthur turns to Francis and frowns, “Alright now shoo.” “Eh?” “Go on, get out. I now have to go arrange somethings, and I can’t have you under foot all day, so get!” “What am I to you, a cat?” “No,” Arthur smirks cheekily, “cat’s are useful.” X “Arthur?” Francis called quietly as he entered the lobby. When Arthur said he’d find a place for them to practice, he didn’t actually think he’d get a dance hall for them. “Hello there, can I help you?” The receptionist asks at seeing him looking lost. Switching on the charm, Francis smiles warmly as he walks over, “Oui, I am supposed to be meeting someone here today. Do you know if Arthur Kirkland is here yet?” The woman blinks, them smiles back, “Oh, you must be the last one then. Mr. Kirkland is in Hall B with the others.” Francis nods, thanking her before wandering off to find England, while also wondering what she meant by ‘the others’. He soon finds out however, when he enters hall B, finding Arthur along with six other humans milling about. “Arthur?” He asks curiously as he walks in. “Finally. Your late.” Is the first thing England says to him, before calling out to the room, “Alright, places everyone.” Francis is starting to feel a bit out of his depth as like a switch being flipped, everyone moves at once. He watches as they form three pairs and stand like a square; two pairs facing each other one way, and the other facing Arthur the opposite way. Impatiently, Arthur looks over at Francis, raising an eyebrow at him, “Well? Are you coming?” Slowly, Francis makes his way over to Arthur’s side, guessing that he’s going to be paired with him, and Arthur quickly shoves him to stand on his right. Once at his side, Arthur turns to address the group. “Everyone, this is the Frog I mentioned, Francis. Frog, this is the Two Sisters Dance Troupe. They kindly agreed to help your sorry arse out, so be grateful.” Despite Arthur’s sour attitude, none of the dancers seem put off by it, in fact, a few of them seem more amused than anything. The first to introduce themselves is a short blond girl to Arthur’s left. “Hi! I’m Sindy and this here’s my boyfriend Markus.” She beams, hugging the taller teens arm. “That there’s my big sis Clara and our cousin Jamie.” She continues, pointing to the pair at Francis’s right. “And the last two here are Yasmine and Sonya!” She ends, indicating the pair of young women across from Francis and Arthur. “Bonjour.” He nods to the group, relaxing more as he sees how easy going they all seem. “Yes, yes,” Arthur huffs moodily, “We don’t have all day, so let’s get started. Try to keep up Frog.” He then glares pointedly, “And if you step on my toes, we’re done, got it?” “Oui.” Francis winks, smiling when Sindy and Yasmine giggle at the act, making Arthur grow flustered. “Good. We’ll go through the step slowly first, then try the full thing with music later, got it?” “Anything you say mon cher.” Arthur glares at the pet name, no doubt suspecting Francis is acting up for the groups amusement, but begins anyway. “Well then, first thing you need to know for the Cumberland Squares Frog, is we have top couples; those who have their front or back to the music, and side couples; those who have their side to the music. So Markus and James are top pairs, we and Yasmine make up the side pairs. We’re doing it this way so you can see the moves before trying them, and also because those two have a male/female paring, makes it easier to demonstrate with. Now this dance works in a sequence of Tops, then Sides copy, Tops repeat, then Sides again, get it?” Arthur explains. “Oui, I think I follow so far.” “Good, then let’s try the first part. Tops face each other in an elongated pose side on.” Arthur orders and Francis watches as the two pairs turn, spreading their arms out wide and clasping hands. “Now the guys slide back to back for eight, then back again with the girls back to back. Go.” Just like that the pairs are off, side stepping toward the centre, Markus and James pass back to back just like Arthur said, all while the two ladies and Arthur clap to maintain a rhythm, with Arthur counting out the timing. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and back, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and stop. Good, then when they return to home, we Side pairs do the same.” Francis blinks, jumping to face Arthur, surprised that the other man isn’t putting up any protest at holding hands. But Francis becomes so distracted with this that he fails to keep up with the sudden movement, resulting in Arthur half dragging him for the first few steps before he forces himself to pay attention to his feet. With Arthur taking the lead, Francis Just has to follow along with his moves. It should be easy, but no matter how hard he tries to focus, the feeling of Arthur’s hands in his and how close their bodies are is just too distracting. The trip was inevitable. Francis isn’t exactly a bad dancer per-say, he’s taken part in plenty of court dances in the past, but now it’s like he has two left feet as he stumbles over himself and tumbles to the ground, almost bringing England down with him. “For God’s sake!” Arthur grumbles as he catches himself, cheeks oddly tinted pink, “Can’t you at least try to have some semblance of coordination?” “Sorry, Sorry!” Quickly jumping to his feet, Francis rejoins hands with Arthur, and they restart the move. Thankfully for both their dignities, Francis is at least able to focus long enough to follow the steps through without falling again. “Right,” Arthur huffs, stepping back slightly from Francis, “Next part is the right and left hand stars. Pretty simple, top couples step into the centre, raising their right hands first to touch at a point in the middle, and then do eight walks to the right, then back again with left hands to the left. Go.” Carefully Francis watches as the pairs move just like Arthur said, this time also clapping along to the beat. “…2, 3, 4, 5, 6 And left hands, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and back to home. Then side couples.” Taking the cue, Francis moves in, raising his right hand up to join the star and walk the circle. This one, he’s happy to do without trouble. “Good, now the next part is the most difficult of the dance, so pay attention frog.” Arthur glares pointedly at him again, before going on to explain, “This part is called the Basket or The Helicopter. First top couples move in to a tight circle in the middle, then the guys link hands behind the ladies waists, and the ladies hold on at the shoulders for grip. Next we do what’s called a heel and toe polka. Place the right foot forward and put your weight on it, then do a cross step to the right. The point of this move is to spin fast enough to lift the ladies feet off the ground as you spin for eight. Then when you finish, guys make sure to keep a hold of your partner so no one goes flying. Now go.” Francis blinks, Arthur wasn’t kidding when he said this part was complicated. The others make it look easy as they rotate, Markus and James easily lifting Sindy and Clara up, their feet swinging out behind them to Arthur’s counting. They separate and return to base, making room for Francis and Arthur to join Yasmine and Sonya in the middle. As Arthur clasps his hand with Yasmine at Francis’s waist and Francis is forced to hold onto the blonds shoulder, he becomes hyper aware of just how close Arthur is. Heat rushes to his face of it’s own accord, and dread fills him as he just knows he’s going to mess this up. There’s no way he can concentrate like this. The deep frown remains on Arthur’s face as he begins counting, and immediately Francis loses all sense of footing, tripping into Yasmine and breaking the circle apart, this time, actually pulling Arthur down too. “God damn it Frog!” England roars, face red as he pushes Francis off of him. “Why don’t we take a break?” Sonya suggests before a fight can start. Without a word Arthur storms out, leaving Francis bewildered on the floor. As soon as he’s gone though, Sindy grins wide and laughs, “Ha! Toooooold you~ Pay up Jamie!” France watches in confusion as the lanky teen sighs, before going over to the bags in the corner and fishing out a £20 note to hand to his cousin. “Don’t worry about them.” Clara smiles, offering Francis a hand up. “They made a bet?” “Yeah,” she nods slowly, shifting from foot to foot. “Am I really that bad?” Fran sighs. “Oh no, it’s not that! Well, I mean, your not great, but not terrible! Just…” She trails off, seeming unsure if she should really be talking about this. “Just?” He presses, but Sindy jumps in before she can answer. “So when’s the wedding?” “Sindy!” Clara cries in shock, slapping a hand over her sisters mouth. “Oh don’t be so prude.” Sonya huffs, rolling her eyes at the pair. “It’s plain as day for anyone to see,” she turns to look up at Francis, “You like Mr. Kirkland right? He sure likes you.” “Eh?” Francis balks, shocked at the suggestion. “Don’t play dumb! You like him~” Sindy sings from behind her sisters hand. “Non, Non, you’ve got it all wrong! We’re just…” Francis tries to explain, but finds himself unsure what to say. Just what is England to him? A friend? Enemy? Occasional drunken night fling, forgotten by the morning? He’s always tried to avoid labelling their relationship, it’s just too complicated for him to think about. And he always thought he and Arthur had an unspoken agreement never to discuss, well, them. But how does he go explaining that to a bunch of young humans? “Here,” Yasmine suddenly says, bringing Francis out of his spiralling thoughts, “Let’s do a test. Pair with me, Sonya, you go with James. Let’s run through the Basket again.” Francis thinks he knows what they’re up to, and the logical part of him is screaming at him not to do it. You don’t want to know the answer, it’ll only make things more complicated than they already are! But, he’s always been a man to be ruled by his heart over his head, and his hearts telling him to go along with them. It’s just like his head was warning him, he does the move perfectly, no distraction to be found. Yasmine beams, voicing what Francis has dread being true, “You like Mr. Kirkland. That’s why you’ve been messing up.” “And he likes you~” Sindy pipes up again. This is suddenly all too much for Francis to reconcile with. After centuries of skirting around each other and denying his feelings, to have a group of kids telling him the truth he’s tried so hard to avoid… He needs air. As he rushes out, an old, long forgotten memory flutters back to him. X The sea breeze ruffled Francis’s hair as he held his mothers hand, following her to the small settlement ahead. There, they met up with a woman with hair like fire, and the fiercest green eyes he’d ever seen, carrying a bundle of cloth nestled in her arms. She’d be scary, if it weren’t for the warm smile she shared with his mother. “Gaul,” the woman sighs tiredly, “you came.” “Anything for you Britannia dear.” His mother smiles. The woman, Britannia, then turned to him, and smiled, “You must be Francis. Look, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Her eyes were soft as she kneeled down, holding out the cloth bundle to him. And in it he saw a sleeping baby, an infant no more than a few days old, but instinctively Francis could tell he was just like them. And when those bright green eyes opened at him for the first time, Francis instantly fell in love. And he’s been in love ever since… X As he bursts out the lobby, Francis halts on the steps to the street, coming face to face with those very same eyes. He takes a deep breath and steps forward. Moment of truth…

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Can you make a list of all the characters you've mentioned so far and their roles? I want to write a fanfiction based off this (Also is that okay????). Thanks!

oh boy theres an awful lot to go through, ask me any specific characters and i’ll if i missed them/assign them smth!! I’m including parents, teachers, historical figures etc. anybody i’ve mentioned in the WHOLE YEAR ive been running this blog. IN ALPHA ORDER.

Ask me on details such as relationships, family history, religion, jobs, living style or any of that stuff. I have floorplans, timelines and historical..tidbits. I can give you a full profile of each character if you wish. Pick one and I’ll give a full essay on literally EVERYTHING. and theyre all thought out.

CANON COUNTRIES (CHARACTERS)

America/Alfred - Economics/Politics Student, Brother of Matthew, cousin of Zachary/Jett

Ancient Egypt/Nefetiri - Class of ‘87 alumni

Ancient Greece/Athena - Class of ‘87 alumni

Ancient Rome/Romulus - Lovi/Sebastian/Feli’s dad

Australia/Jett - Zoology Student, Brother of Zachary, Jake and Wendy, Cousin of Matthew/Alfred

Austria/Roderich - Music Student, Cousin of Leo

Belarus/Natalya - Dance/Ballet student, Sister of Ivan and Katyusha

Belgium/Emma - Pastry Chef/Culinary Student, Sister of Luca and Tim

Britannia/Alicia - Arthur/Peter’s mom (mum), librarian

Bulgaria/Boris - Roomates with Vlad

Canada/Matthew - Med Student/Student nurse, Brother of Alfred

Chibitalia - Literally Feli as a kid

China/Yao - Culinary Student

Cuba/Carlos - Matthew’s friend

Czech Republic/Hedvika - Works at the library

Denmark/Matthias - Film Student

England/Arthur - Art Student, brother of Peter

Estonia/Eduard - IT/Computer science major

Finland/Tino - Literacy Student

France/Francis - Culinary Student

Gaul/Genevieve - Class of ‘87 alumni

Germania/Alderich - Gil/Lud’s dad

Germany/Ludwig - Mechanical Engineer Student, brother of Gilbert

HRE(Holy Roman Empire)/Gabriel - he’s dead lol deceased twin brother of Ludwig

Hong Kong/Leon - High Schooler

Hungary/Elizabeta - Culinary student

Hutt River/Jake - Brother of Wendy, Jett and Zach. Works in a museum

Iceland/Emil - High Schooler

India/Nanush - Physics Student/Dance instructor

Ireland/Cole - Brother of Arthur, Aaron, Alistor and Peter

Italy/Feliciano - Fine Arts Student, brother of Lovino and Sebastian

Japan/Kiku - Economics Student

Knights Templar(K.T.)/Katie - Masters in History, Vet. for the German army, trans (mtf)

Kugelmugel/Leo - Middle Schooler, working towards arts, cousin of Roderich

Liechtenstein/Lilli - High Schooler, sister of Vash

Lithuania/Toris - Journalist/Literacy Student

Luxembourg/Luca - High Schooler

Monaco/Lucille - Step-sister of Francis, sister of Michelle

Mongolia - Transfer student in Gil’s youth

Moldova/Aurel - Vlad’s younger brother

Netherlands/Tim - Horticulture, Brother of Emma and Luca

New Zealand/Zachary - High Schooler/Recent Graduate, brother of Jett, Jake and Wendy, cousin of Alfred/Matthew, works in as a bellhop/barista

Norway/Lukas - Art Student

Poland/Feliks - Fashion Design Student (can also do acting/drama)

Portugal/João - Veterinary Student

Prussia/Gilbert - Technical Illustration Student

Romania/Vlad - Study of folklore

Romano/Lovino - Fashion Student, brother of Feli and Sebastian

Russia/Ivan - Art History Student

Scotland/Alistor - Brother of Peter, Arthur, Cole and Aaron

Sealand/Peter - Middle Schooler, brother of Arthur, Cole, Alistor and Aaron

Seborga/Sebastian - High schooler, learning culinary arts, brother of Feli and Lovi, Wendy and Peter’s old babysitter

Seychelles/Michelle - High Schooler, adoptive sister of Francis and Lucille.

Slovakia/Jakub - Works at the library

South Korea/Kim - High schooler

Spain/Antonio - Early Education Student/Student Teacher

Sweden/Berwald - Interior designer

Switzerland/Vash - Scout/Army kid, idk what he studies..THE BLADE

Taiwan/Mei - Fashion Student/High Schooler

Turkey/Sadik - Bodyguard/Model/Highschool Football Captain

Ukraine/Katyusha - Sister of Ivan and Natalya

Wy/Wendy - Sister of Zach, Jake and Jett, cousin of Matt and Al

Wales/Aaron - Brother of Alistor, Cole, Arthur and Peter

2PTALIA

2p!America/Allen - High School Dropout, wants to be a cop

2p!Austria/Roland - Rock Music (70s-80s) and loves Elton John

2p!Canada/James - Graduated, Hockey Athelete

2p!China/Xiao - Culinary

2p!England/Oliver - Culinary, works as a pastry chef

2p!France/Francois - Graduated, works designing clothes

2p!Germany/Lutz - Engineer/Mechanics, kind of a mess

2p!Hungary/Erzsebet - Culinary Chef

2p!Italy/Luciano - Probably works in casino or smth

2p!Prussia/Gillen - Art (hoe) Student, moody and avant garde

2p!Russia/Viktor - Literature, mostly macabre

2p!Romano/Flavio - Fashion Student, probably a pimp

HISTORICAL FIGURES

Old Fritz (Frederich) - Gilbert’s professor

Hanz Katte - Gilbert’s Art history professor

Joan of Arc - Francis’ first girlfriend

Maria Theresa - Roderich’s first piano teacher

PARENTS/RELETIVES

Aunt Marie - Gil’s Aunt, mother of Katie

Great Grandmother Arlene - Great Grandmother of Lud/Gil/Katie/Max/Monica, Grandmother of Marie and Alderich

Laura/George Jones - Mother/Father of Alfred/Matthew, George is also a veteran.

Lena - It’s Gil and Roddy’s kid ahghfhg her tag is aph child lmao

Louis - Francis’ biological dad, kind of a cheating dick, ex husband for Marie.

Marie and Leon - Francis’ parents. Marie (like Curie, the French scientist) is divorced and remarried to Leon, which is short for Napoleon. Leon is Lucille’s father biologically.

APH Holstein and Schleswig/Max and Monica - Cousins of Gil/Lud, Brother and Sister of Katie

APH Saxony and Hesse and Barvaria - Gil’s cousins

Louise - Divorced wife of Alderich, Mother of Gil, Lud and Gabe

Mr. Newspaper - Not a historical figure, but its a canon Hetalia character. Roderich’s student which he tutored for piano

Rocker Dad - Eliza’s single father, travelling in Europe somewhere

Sophia and Hugh Johannes Edelstein - Exactly what it sounds like, its Roderich’s parents.

Spicy Mom - that’s the Vargas’ quick witted and super hot wine mom, who is basically Morticia to Romulus’ Gomez.

Vash/Lilli’s Father/Mother - Exactly what it sounds like, family friends with the Edelsteins

PETS/ANIMALS

Astor/Berlitz/Blackie - Gil/Lud’s dogs

Eiger/Jungfrau/Mönch - Vash’s goats (on a farm, in Switzerland)

Ester/Felix/Strudel - Roderich’s Cats, 2 at home, one with him

Fish - Michelle’s goldfish. dont have a name yet.

Gilbird - Gil’s bird

Pierre - Francis’ bird

Monet - Lucille’s bunny (made to sound like Claude Monet, as well as the word Monte, in Monte Carlo)

Sam - Alfred’s Golden Retriever (at home with parents)

Snake - It’s just Jett’s snake.

Alderich’s cats - Gil’s dad’s foster cats

I’m probably missing a few but..my mind has blanked so ask and you shall receive. I have full logs on each character, ESPECIALLY THE FAMILY ONES

Not tagging this one

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