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bedlamsbard · 2 months

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1800 words written today -- I meant to take today off doing anything related to school, which didn't really work because I accidentally ended up sitting down and working on my dissertation for an hour and a half. Which is objectively good because, like, I need to get the dissertation done and because I need to get class prep done tomorrow I probably won't work on it tomorrow, but also come on, man. Made chicken tortilla soup today (accidentally bought the wrong kind of tomatoes the other day and didn't realize until I'd put it in a pan with onions and garlic, so pulled it out to use for something else), which ended up simmering for about two hours longer than intended because that's when I accidentally worked on my diss. (I do mean accidentally, I don't do any of my school stuff on my main laptop (Problem Child, ten years old) if I can help it, I meant to just check my e-mail on my other laptop.) Watched the 2005 Fantastic Four today because the recent F4 announcement made me think of it and I'm not sure I've seen it since 2005. Did cement why the MCU works so well for me and most other superhero films do not do it for me. (I had the same feeling when I rewatched the X-Men films last year, the various Spider-Man films a few years ago, and AtSV a few weeks ago.)

For anyone who missed it earlier, I posted 1K of alternate POV Home -- Natasha's POV from her arrival in 1945. I am working on another alt POV for another prompt this meme, too. Also still grimly working on Home.

Snippet from Of Home Near chapter 14.

Dum-Dum blew his cheeks out, looking a little annoyed but otherwise resigned. His hands moved in front of him, the motions entirely unfamiliar until memory clicked suddenly into place. When Steve had been nine, he had come down with measles and gone deaf in his left ear. He had gotten some of his hearing back in that ear eventually, but at the time no one had known if he would lose the rest of it too. Bucky had taught himself ASL out of a book from the library, then given it to Steve, who liked languages anyway. They had kept it up even when Steve had gotten his hearing mostly back, since it had given them a way to talk to each other without anyone else understanding, though it had gotten Bucky a thick ear from his ma a few times when they’d used it in church. When they had joined the Howling Commandos, they had combined it with the LSF Dernier’s old Maquis group had used to make what speakers of both languages considered an untranslatable abomination, which meant that the Howlies had a secret, silent language that no one else could understand. Until just now Bucky hadn’t remembered any of that; Steve certainly had never mentioned it in the past two years, but then again, there hadn’t been any reason to; they hadn’t been in the field together between Siberia and Wakanda. Apparently he hadn’t been using it with his new team, either, because Sam asked with interest, “What’s he saying?” Bucky licked his lips. “He wants to know if it’s really me.”

#daily fic snippet #iw time travel concept

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liliregale-main · 1 year

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Founding of the Vienna Philharmonic, 1842

For @historical-hetalia-week's prompt 1800-1945

#hetalia #historical hetalia #hhw day 5 #1800-1945 #hws austria #ok this was an excuse to draw roderich in formalwear #my posts #reference used

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brookstonalmanac · 2 years

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Events 8.30

70 – Titus ends the siege of Jerusalem after destroying Herod's Temple. 1282 – Peter III of Aragon lands at Trapani to intervene in the War of the Sicilian Vespers. 1363 – The five-week Battle of Lake Poyang begins, in which the forces of two Chinese rebel leaders (Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang) meet to decide who will supplant the Yuan dynasty. 1464 – Pope Paul II succeeds Pope Pius II as the 211th pope. 1574 – Guru Ram Das becomes the Fourth Sikh Guru/Master. 1590 – Tokugawa Ieyasu enters Edo Castle. (Traditional Japanese date: August 1, 1590) 1594 – King James of Scotland holds a masque at the baptism of Prince Henry. 1721 – The Great Northern War between Sweden and Russia ends in the Treaty of Nystad. 1727 – Anne, eldest daughter of King George II of Great Britain, is given the title Princess Royal. 1757 – Battle of Gross-Jägersdorf: Russian force under Field Marshal Stepan Fyodorovich Apraksin beats a smaller Prussian force commanded by Field Marshal Hans von Lehwaldt, during the Seven Years' War. 1791 – HMS Pandora sinks after having run aground on the outer Great Barrier Reef the previous day. 1799 – The entire Dutch fleet is captured by British forces under the command of Sir Ralph Abercromby and Admiral Sir Charles Mitchell during the War of the Second Coalition. 1800 – Gabriel Prosser postpones a planned slave rebellion in Richmond, Virginia, but is arrested before he can make it happen. 1813 – First Battle of Kulm: French forces are defeated by an Austrian-Prussian-Russian alliance. 1813 – Creek War: Fort Mims massacre: Creek "Red Sticks" kill over 500 settlers (including over 250 armed militia) in Fort Mims, north of Mobile, Alabama. 1835 – Australia: Melbourne, Victoria is founded. 1836 – The city of Houston is founded by Augustus Chapman Allen and John Kirby Allen. 1862 – American Civil War: Battle of Richmond: Confederates under Edmund Kirby Smith rout Union forces under General William "Bull" Nelson. 1873 – Austrian explorers Julius von Payer and Karl Weyprecht discover the archipelago of Franz Josef Land in the Arctic Sea. 1896 – Philippine Revolution: After Spanish victory in the Battle of San Juan del Monte, eight provinces in the Philippines are declared under martial law by the Spanish Governor-General Ramón Blanco y Erenas. 1909 – Burgess Shale fossils are discovered by Charles Doolittle Walcott. 1914 – World War I: Germans defeat the Russians in the Battle of Tannenberg. 1916 – Ernest Shackleton completes the rescue of all of his men stranded on Elephant Island in Antarctica. 1917 – Vietnamese prison guards led by Trịnh Văn Cấn mutiny at the Thái Nguyên penitentiary against local French authority. 1918 – Fanni Kaplan shoots and seriously injures Bolshevik leader Vladimir Lenin, which along with the assassination of Bolshevik senior official Moisei Uritsky days earlier, prompts the decree for Red Terror. 1922 – Battle of Dumlupınar: The final battle in the Greco-Turkish War ("Turkish War of Independence"). 1936 – The RMS Queen Mary wins the Blue Riband by setting the fastest transatlantic crossing. 1940 – The Second Vienna Award reassigns the territory of Northern Transylvania from Romania to Hungary. 1941 – The Tighina Agreement, a treaty regarding administration issues of the Transnistria Governorate, is signed between Germany and Romania. 1942 – World War II: The Battle of Alam el Halfa begins. 1945 – The Japanese occupation of Hong Kong comes to an end. 1945 – The Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, General Douglas MacArthur lands at Atsugi Air Force Base. 1945 – The Allied Control Council, governing Germany after World War II, comes into being. 1959 – South Vietnamese opposition figure Phan Quang Dan was elected to the National Assembly despite soldiers being bussed in to vote for President Ngo Dinh Diem's candidate. 1962 – Japan conducts a test of the NAMC YS-11, its first aircraft since World War II and its only successful commercial aircraft from before or after the war. 1963 – The Moscow–Washington hotline between the leaders of the U.S. and the Soviet Union goes into operation. 1967 – Thurgood Marshall is confirmed as the first African American Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. 1974 – A Belgrade–Dortmund express train derails at the main train station in Zagreb killing 153 passengers. 1974 – A powerful bomb explodes at the Mitsubishi Heavy Industries headquarters in Marunouchi, Tokyo. Eight are killed, 378 are injured. Eight left-wing activists are arrested on May 19, 1975, by Japanese authorities. 1981 – President Mohammad-Ali Rajai and Prime Minister Mohammad-Javad Bahonar of Iran are assassinated in a bombing committed by the People's Mujahedin of Iran. 1983 – Aeroflot Flight 5463 crashes into Dolan Mountain while approaching Almaty International Airport in present-day Kazakhstan, killing all 90 people on board. 1984 – STS-41-D: The Space Shuttle Discovery takes off on its maiden voyage. 1991 – Dissolution of the Soviet Union: Azerbaijan declares independence from Soviet Union. 1992 – The 11-day Ruby Ridge standoff ends with Randy Weaver surrendering to federal authorities. 1995 – Bosnian War: NATO launches Operation Deliberate Force against Bosnian Serb forces. 1998 – Second Congo War: Armed forces of the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) and their Angolan and Zimbabwean allies recapture Matadi and the Inga dams in the western DRC from RCD and Rwandan troops. 2002 – Rico Linhas Aéreas Flight 4823 crashes on approach to Rio Branco International Airport, killing 23 of the 31 people on board. 2008 – A Conviasa Boeing 737 crashes into Illiniza Volcano in Ecuador, killing all three people on board. 2014 – Prime Minister of Lesotho Tom Thabane flees to South Africa as the army allegedly stages a coup. 2019 – A huge accident during the 2019 F2 Spa Feature Race caused young driver Anthoine Hubert to die after sustaining major injuries. 2021 – The last remaining American troops leave Afghanistan, ending U.S. involvement in the war.

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kiwiswonders · 2 years

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Day 5 (25.02): 1800 – 1945 // Music || @historical-hetalia-week || I like to think that Francis absolutely embraced the Impressionist movement when it first began because it was something so new and fresh (and you have to love how dramatic people were being about it!) but when he first saw Cubism he just… it was definitely an acquired taste. Credit to www.colorIage.info for having a coloring page version of the painting!

Now let me tell you some art facts!

1. This painting is called “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon” (1907) by Picasso and is generally considered the first Cubist painting! It’s also bigger than what the drawing makes it look like at 8' x 7' 8! I didn’t want to place the painting in a salon because Picasso originally was only showing it to close friends and collectors in the beginning from what I've read. I also didn’t want it to look blank but I guess I could’ve just drawn a floor marking. Let’s just say that a big table is holding it up!

Les Demoiselles d'Avignon by Picasso (article) | Khan Academy || Picasso, Les Demoiselles d'Avignon (video) | Khan Academy || Pablo Picasso. Les Demoiselles d'Avignon | MoMA || MoMA Learning | Pablo Picasso. Les Demoiselles d'Avignon. || Teens talk about Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, MoMA || Picasso, Les Demoiselles d'Avignon

2. Francis is absolutely correct in saying that France was the birthplace of modern art as the beginning of modern art is credited to Édouard Manet’s “Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe” which is “The Luncheon on the Grass” in English. The painting threw away all of the rules of how to paint a masterpiece from the time and was scandalous to many people! After being shown in the Salon des Refusés of 1863 other artists began to create modern paintings. Manet is not to be confused with Monet though! Those are two different artists!

Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe - Edouard Manet | Musée d'Orsay || Déjeuner sur l’Herbe (Luncheon on the Grass) – Modernism Lab || Modernism: The Roots of Modernism || Édouard Manet (1832–1883) | Essay | The Metropolitan Museum of Art | Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History || Édouard Manet and the Beginnings of Modernism || Manet, Le déjeuner sur l'herbe (video) - Khan Academy

3. I know that Cubism and many of Picasso's most famous works look childish but please do not assume that he wasn’t a great artist. Picasso completed this painting at 25 but already had a newspaper article about his art at 16 and had his first solo exhibit at 19 with 150 works! Your teachers are right in telling you that not everyone can be Picasso! There are other reasons to dislike him but he really was a talented painter. Also we have videos of him!

Pablo Picasso | Biography, Cubism, Famous Paintings, Guernica, & Facts | Britannica || Pablo Picasso (1881–1973) | Essay | The Metropolitan Museum of Art | Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History || Watch Picasso Make a Masterpiece

#historicalhetaliaweek #hhw day 5 #prompt: 1800 - 1945 #hws france #hws spain #hetalia france #hetalia spain #aph france #aph spain #frain #hetalia #im sorry this is so long but i had so much to say.i dont even like picasso #would you believe me if i said i held myself back cause i did #i couldnt even crop the sides off to this for some reason

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sailorgreywolf-german · 2 years

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Marital Negotiations

Summary: For the fifth day of @historical-hetalia-week . After his marriage, Austria talks candidly with his wife about their roles in the empire. This is not AusHun in a romantic sense; their marriage is political.

Characters: Austria and Hungary

Time Period and Prompt: 1867, Music

Word Count: 1.6K

Austria sat with a sigh and flipped open the cover over the keys. He ran his hand softly over the well-worn black and white keys. They felt friendly and familiar, and like exactly what he needed when the world felt so uncertain. It felt like he was in the midst of an upheaval and he needed to touch something that felt familiar.

There was so much on his mind, and he just needed a moment with something he knew well. He placed his hands in the familiar position and allowed himself to think of what suited his emotions. He didn’t need sheet music. He would play directly from the heart, and it would allow him to hear what he was feeling.

It was no mystery what he was feeling. It was bubbling up in his chest so badly that he could not contain it. He had left a court function for the comfort of his own piano because he could no longer repress the emotions.

They needed to escape, and if not in music, then it would come out in words and actions. He felt certain that he could make his escape from the formalities of court life because the emperor had already done so. Franz Joseph had said that he had work to attend to and had left for his study. Austria saw no reason why he should stay for the entertainment of the nobility. He found it increasingly difficult to care about anyone’s opinion except the emperor’s.

He pressed down the first key and the music flowed instinctually from there. It was Mozart, something familiar from another time. A time when he had been certain of his place in the world, and when his power had seemed less uncertain.

Yet, it was not Mozart at his more successful and vibrant. This was the requiem that he had written at the end of his life, full of a kind of ethereal melancholy. It seemed fitting to Austria. The sounds of a once great composer facing uncertainty and the possibility of ruin were soothing to him.

He couldn’t help but see the mirror of his own situation in the wake of his loss to Prussia. As an empire he was at his most precarious, and it seemed that even the measures he had taken to shore up the foundations would put returning to his old glory out of reach.

As his hands moved, he thought even more acutely about the way forward and the pragmatic marriage that he had already accepted. It would not make him happy, but that was hardly the goal. It was for the good of the empire, and it was all that he could have done. He continued to play, pouring all of the anxieties in his heart into the music. It was cathartic to let loose his emotions, which he had masked for weeks underneath layers of courtly formality.

He only broke out of his thoughts when he heard a voice say, “So, this is where you went.”

The voice was unwelcome, as was the person it belonged to. Austria’s hands stopped on the keys and the music died in the air. Only then did he look up at Hungary, who was standing in the doorway. She had a glass of wine in her hand, so she had clearly come directly from the frivolities to find him.

He did not respond, but he did meet her gaze so that it was clear that he had heard her. He was glad that she was wearing gloves over her ring, so that he did not have to be reminded of who he was married to. The dress she was wearing was a surprise since it had been her tradition in recent years to wear a Hussar’s uniform to spite him. He could not guess at why she had made the change.

Hungary spoke as she settled herself into one of the spare seats avaliable for when he gave performances, “Why did you leave? Shall I guess?”

He made an irritated noise in his throat at the question. She was his wife, and he supposed that he owed her an answer, but it was far too complicated. He simply said, “Guess if you must.”

She took a drink of the wine before saying, “I do not think that you want to me seen sitting next to me. It is repulsive to you that you may have to appear to be my husband where others will see it.”

He let out a long sigh. It was not so simple, and he was struggling to put it into words. He did not resent her entirely; he resented what the marriage meant about his own weakness. But he would also be lying if he said that he did not resent the match since she had been a particular thorn in his side since the revolutions.

He said evasively, “You already know that this was for the good of the empire.” She looked utterly unconvinced as she retorted, “You would have rather had Bohemia until Sisi insisted otherwise.”

He hated how correct she was, and that he had no counter. He had agreed because Franz Joseph loved his wife and the Empress loved Hungary. It had all been a process of compromise.

He sighed again and immediately saw her roll her eyes at him. He imagined it was because he was acting every inch the melodramatic aristocrat. But he felt entitled to his melancholy, and the frustrations that came with it.

He turned on the piano bench so that he was facing her. She met his glare unflinchingly. He said, “Do you know what moment in my life made me feel the weakest I have ever felt? It was in 1487 when you took Vienna from me. You humiliated me then and it convinced me that I could never appear that weak again.”

He remembered it clearly and had been revisiting that memory more often since the wedding. Then she had been more than petty and incalcitrant; she had been younger and ambitious and so quick to smugly proclaim her conquests. It was hard to think that he was married to the person who had once ripped his own capital from him.

She shook her head with a look of incredulity. She replied, with a look bordering on disgust, “So you decided then that you had to subjugate me to show your own strength? Should I remind you that twenty years ago you retook Budapest and built a fortress on the highest point to remind me that I would never have my autonomy?”

There was something supremely comforting to him in the argument. It was the familiar way that they had interacted for so long, and it made so much more sense to him than trying to negotiate a marriage.

Before he could volley back, she stopped herself and said, “Is this what we are going to do, Roderich? Are we going to keep measuring our grievances against each other until one of us gets to be the winner?”

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed that she was refusing to take the bait that he was offering. He said, dismissively, “Well, I think that we can both see who won. Whenever you get tired of pretending here, you will go back to Budapest and have all the autonomy that you desire.”

He was not certain why she was even pretending that they should act like spouses when she had the ability to do exactly what she had always wanted. Hungary leaned forward and said, “I know that you think this is to keep me from rebelling, but have you considered that you aren’t alone now?”

Austria was taken aback. He asked, being genuine in his curiosity for the first time in the conversation, “What do you mean?”

She heard the shift in his tone, and he saw the way that the slightest smile appeared on her face. It made him feel the strangest kind of warmth at the thought that she did not want to undermine him. He had spent so many years treating her as an unreliable subordinate that it felt strange to break from those thoughts.

She answered him. “You have been mistaken about me for a very long time. You have always acted like my goal was to tear you down. All I have ever wanted was to be treated like an equal. Now that I have just as much stake in the empire, I will do everything in my power to support and protect it. You know I am the strongest part of the empire, and together we will be even stronger.”

Austria had not thought about it in those terms and realized that he may have been underestimating their alliance. He knew that he was showing the dawning realization on his face, and that she must see it. She continued, “You do not have to sit on the throne alone anymore.”

Austria smiled and said, “Well, perhaps we can make peace with each other, and the empire will be better for it.”

He felt a strange weight lift off of his shoulders as he said it. The burden of worrying about Hungary’s intentions had been weighing him down far more than he had realized. If he could count on her to work towards the same goal, then the empire may not be in the dire situation that he had anticipated.

She smiled and said, “I wore this dress to show you that I can compromise. I know you prefer the dress to a uniform, so I wore one. I am willing to work with you, no matter our past disagreements.”

Austria hadn’t even considered that the dress was supposed to be sending a message to him, one that he had clearly missed. He replied, “Erszi, I may have underestimated you.” She said immediately, “Haven’t you always?”

He chuckled and realized how long it had been since he had let himself laugh at a joke. It was more pleasant than any interaction they had in the last ten years.

She set aside the empty wine glass before standing and extending a hand to him. She said as she did so, “All that I am asking is that you make an effort.”

He took her hand and stood up. He simply responded, “Let’s go back.”

#historicalhetaliaweek #hhw day 5 #period 1800-1945 #prompt: music #hws austria #hws hungary #not tagging the ship because it's not that positive towards the ship

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ifindus · 3 years

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1800-1945 - for the fifth day of @historical-hetalia-week !

After 1814 Norway entered a union with Sweden, who they had throughout 400 years been at war with on and off. To prevent any uprisings or militarized restistance from their new partner, Sweden insisted Norway’d tear down some of their “fortresses”. In 1816, the city of Trondheim was ordered to destroy Kristiansten festning, but they got away with it staying up by argumenting that they needed a place from where to salut the King whenever he would visit the area. Which is kind of amazing actually

#historicalhetaliaweek #hetalia #hhw day 5 #prompt: 1800-1945 #aph norway #aph sweden #hws norway #hws sweden #sunor #historical hetalia #can you tell I love drawing uniforms and historical clothing??

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alliance-of-heather-and-lilies · 2 years

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Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Inspired by the rise of jazz’s popularity in France during the 1930s, especially thanks to the Parisian Hot Club. During WWII, jazz was more fully assimilated into French culture, as it was viewed as a form of resistance against the Nazi occupation.

While the song “La Vie En Rose” wasn’t released until 1950, it was written in 1945; France’s outfit is standard white tie attire from the 1920s (reference).

Day 5 of @historical-hetalia-week!

#historicalhetaliaweek #hhw day 5 #prompt: 1800-1945 #prompt: music #hws france #aph france #historical hetalia #yes i tried to find a song from the right era #that's how my speakeasy parody poster spiraled #into a rabbit hole about the history of French jazz #anyways handsome man in white tie attire #arcade art

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sailorgreywolf-legacy · 2 years

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So, the 1800-1945 prompt for the event was “Music.” I couldn’t decide on one idea for it, so here’s a sampling of the possibilities.

Second empire

The emperor was sitting at the piano playing a beautiful melody. It was a quiet night, and Mexico was spending time alone with Maximilian. He was amazed that an Austrian monarch could play the piano and yet hardly resemble Austria in the slightest. He looked soft and effortlessly charming.

Mexico watched the way that his hands moved over the keys, and found himself mesmerized. The sound of the music was so soulful, and in some strange way it sounded loving. He was not sure what great fortune had brought him an emperor who was so kind and understanding.

He couldn’t help but think about the way that it felt like the song was meant for him, and that it was meant to give him a feeling of affection and peace. But the feeling it was stirring in his chest was something entirely else.

He knew that there was a secret letter in his coat, tucked away where no one could see it. It was from Benito Juarez, and it was horribly damning. It spoke of plans to restore the republic.

As he looked at Maximilian, he felt the most incredible guilt twisting in his gut like a knife. He had the best ruler that he could ask for, and he was writing to his rival out of hope for a republic.

The feeling welled up in his chest and he felt a pricking at the corner of his eyes. He was not usually one for tears, but they were starting to push their ways out of his eyes. He couldn’t stop them from welling up. He felt a single tear roll down his cheek entirely against his will.

Maximilian looked up at and stopped playing. He looked concerned as he said, “What is wrong?”

Mexico hated to see the look on his face, so sincere and so difficult to respond to. Giving an honest answer would ruin the entire act of spying for Juarez. Even if he did not care about revealing his own deceit, he could not stand the thought of how it would break Maximilian’s heart to hear the truth.

He could not have said it, because of the pain it would cause. Instead, he gave a dishonest answer, “It was just so beautiful. It was not important.”

He wiped away the tear and hoped that no other tears decided to fall. It was not the music that had moved him to tears; it was the secret sitting next to his heart. Heavy as thirty silver pieces.

He was not certain whether the emperor would accept the excuse, since he had the tendency to see through his emotions. They had spent enough time together that Maximilian could see exactly what he was feeling without asking.

He was not surprised when the emperor stood and stepped closer. He said, reaching out to wipe away what was left of the tear on Mexico’s cheek, “I apologize if I made you feel that way with what I was playing.” He pulled him closer and said softly, “Is that really all it is? You look upset.”

Mexico wished that he could say, but it was impossible. Instead, he leaned into Maximilian’s hand and said, “I promise you that it is nothing wrong.” After he said it, he realized that the emperor may pull away and go back to what he was doing. He added, “Just stay here for a moment.”

He put his hand softly against the emperor’s to communicate exactly what he meant. Maximilian smiled softly and replied, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

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1915

Mexico knew he was drunk already. He could feel the creeping sense of vertigo that was becoming very familiar. The ground was starting to move and heave, but he was still surefooted enough that he could keep walking.

It was no surprise since it had been his express intention for the night. The half-finished bottle of mezcal in his hand was his tool to accomplish that goal. He wanted to numb the unfortunate period of awareness that came between the end of a battle and the time that he slept. It was the only time when the awareness he was trying to avoid started to intrude. The mezcal was doing its job to blur the world and keep the feelings at bay.

He was in some little town with the army, and he hadn’t bothered to ask the name. He didn’t need to know. It was a place as good as any other, and it wouldn’t be meaningful to know. It didn’t make him less able to find a drink or to gamble enough to have the money to spend on alcohol.

He stopped walking in a little square. He didn’t have a firm plan of where he was going to go, and a minute to decide would not hurt. He found a comfortable enough wall and leaned against it as he took a swig of the mezcal.

There were so many options for how the spend the night, but he was already mostly convinced that he wanted to spend the rest of the night cuddled up with the bottle in some inn. It sounded like enough to dull his senses until he finally fell asleep.

He let his eyes half close as the effect of the alcohol hit him. He let his mind drift as he listened to the sound of people talking. It was the familiar cacophony of the voice of soldiers and the voices of people milling around.

Young women who should know better than to find revolutionaries so exciting. For his own part Mexico was not interested in leaving some naïve girl alone and heartbroken.

Through all the sound, he heard something that caused him pause. It was a soft lullaby, and the words had the familiar cadence of his native tongue. It was Nahuatl, and they were words that tickled a part of his brain he thought the alcohol had already dulled.

It was soft, like it was coming from somewhere nearby. He glanced across the wall towards the warmly lit window. He caught a glimpse of a young woman singing to the baby in her arms. He saw the shadow of himself in the child.

He could suddenly remember the way that his mother had sung to him and called him her little jaguar. He found himself smiling at the memory. He had been happy in a way that he had not been in such a long time. He remembered how uncomplicated it had felt.

The warm glow in his chest bloomed for a short moment. Then the thoughts came back, as they always did. His mother had loved him greatly and given her life for him. And he was in some little town drinking to forget with his own governance in shambles. He knew that if she could see her heir was drowning his sorrow after running from his responsibilities.

What a failure, what a waste of her blood.

It stung to think of the depth of his failure and how deeply ashamed she would be. He tried to block out the thought with another long swig of mezcal. He looked away from the window back towards the crowd.

There was a soldier looking at him lustily from across the square. He had gotten very used to men looking at him that way, and he knew the intention well enough. He felt like a piece of meat, but he didn’t particularly care.

The man was good looking enough and the prospect was enticing enough. He decided instead to drape himself against the wall in a way that he knew would be appealing and fixed a half-lidded gaze on the man. Like clockwork, the man reacted. Mexico smiled to himself as the soldier started walking over. This would be a good distraction.

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1943

Somebody turned up the radio in the hall, which was playing upbeat dance music. Mexico had been having a cup of coffee after dinner with some sweets, which sounded like the best way to reward himself for the day of hard work. The training and the flying lessons were more enjoyable than he’d expected, but they did leave him tired.

He watched as soldiers invited the young women who had been serving the coffee to dance. The radio was a good idea; it made the awareness of the war waging in Europe fade for the night. In the confines of the training facility, they were still allowed to be happy.

Mexico took another drink of the coffee and contemplated whether he felt content. The canteen girls looked good and made good pastries, but the coffee tasted burnt. It was certainly not making him more content.

But he was happy with where he was. The feeling of exhaustion at the end of the day and the sleep that came with it helped with his mood immensely. If he was honest with himself, he was happier than he’d been for quite a while.

He found it pleasant to watch how young and naïve the young mortals were. He knew that they would not be quite so excited and shiny once they encountered real war. He had been through enough wars to know the brutal reality. It would disillusion everyone soon enough.

He took another drink of coffee and let himself sway to the music. Then he noticed a familiar blonde moving around the outside of the crowd coming towards him. He expected that America wanted to speak to him.

He had that earnest expression that always proceeded a conversion. In anticipation, Mexico downed the rest of the coffee. When America was close enough, he said, “Do you want to dance?”

It was already clear that he could not say no, since he was already swaying to the music. He also had no compelling reason to say no either. They had a pleasant enough relationship and he doubted that America was going to take one dance as a step towards a romantic relationship. They had been broken up for over two decades, and there had been no glimmer since then.

He said, with a slight smile, “Sure. It’s just a dance.”

He put aside his empty coffee cup. America smiled in a way that was remarkably charming and boyish. He extended his hand, and Mexico took it. They moved out onto the dancefloor. America said, “Do you know how to swing dance?”

Mexico could already feel the beat of the song through his body. He said with a laugh, “Of course. I have always been the better dancer. You’re the one with two left feet.”

He started the steps of the dance and America took the lead. Mexico swung out in time with the song. When America pulled him back in, he said, “I’ll have you know that I’m a very good dancer.”

In another decade, Mexico would have said something snarky back. But the training had been so pleasant, and he didn’t want to ruin it. So he said, “You’ve gotten better.”

It was only half true, but it was much easier for them to dance when there was no tension between them. America also seemed much more relaxed than he was the last time they danced.

The song switched to a slower one. In a single fluid motion America pulled him closer and put his hand on Mexico’s hip for a close position. Mexico put his other hand on America’s shoulder. He made the mistake of looking up at America and meeting his eyes. He was suddenly reminded that America had the most incredible blue eyes that were utterly captivating to look at.

He said, allowing himself to wonder, “Why did you ask me to dance?” He wasn’t sure that he was going to get an answer. But to his surprise America said, “Because I am happy that you are here.”

Mexico didn’t hear anything particularly insincere in his tone. As he stared at America, he saw the flush in his cheeks. He said, “Have you been drinking?”

There was something strangely endearing about imagining him drinking to work up the courage to ask for a dance. America responded as they danced slowly, “You haven’t. I’ve noticed that since you got here. You haven’t had a single drink.”

Mexico knew it was true, but he wasn’t certain why he was bringing it up. He replied, “You’re right. I thought I’d try out caffeine as a vice instead.”

He was distinctly aware of the way that America’s hand was creeping down from his hip. It was slow, but he could feel the movement. America ignored his wit and continued with his own thought, “You haven’t been drinking, and you’re here fighting for freedom. You’ve changed so much.”

He said it with the kind of smile that showed clearly that he liked the change. It was strange, since his approval had been a scant thing for so long. But there was something just under the statement that made him less comfortable. He could feel America’s hand on his back and hear that uncomfortable inflection.

He said, trying to cut off what he feared he was about to hear, “You have changed too. Now you’re dating someone else.” America shook his head slightly and said, “I’m not trying to sleep with you. I’m just happy that you’re making better choices.”

It only sounded half true, but Mexico was not going to press him on the matter. He was not willing to make a scene, and the dancing was too pleasant. He opted instead to say, “One more song, and then I want another coffee.”

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nakajimahikouki · 2 years

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For @historical-hetalia-week Day 5 [1800. – 1945] / Music

For background, my story follows my own headcanons that involve a 1P/2P pairing (who are not related, but exist side by side) and rely heavily on the events of history from start to finish but with a folklore twist.

Though the Taisho era is most well known for Japan’s trending toward democracy and an increasingly dire economic situation, there was also a cultural shift of sorts which resulted in a rather unique style overall; modern girls became commonplace, as did wearing western clothes over kimono. Hikaru and Kiku both diverged in their personal tastes some time ago, with the former still preferring tradition over modernity and the latter diving headfirst into trends. In spite of this, a more traditional and genre of music became popular-- Tsugaru shamisen.

It’s incredibly rare for Kiku to even acknowledge that he can play shamisen, but with the rise of the aforementioned style, he found it hard to resist a music session with Hikaru-- though their differences were quite pronounced during the Taisho era, this was one thing they managed to enjoy together.

#historicalhetaliaweek #hhw day 5 & prompt: 1800 to 1945 #hhw day 5 & prompt: music #hws japan #hws 2p japan

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historical-hetalia-week · 2 years

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2022 Prompt Announcement

Hello everyone and welcome to Historical Hetalia Week 2022! This year, the event will be held from February 21st to February 27th, 2022.

Prompts:

Day 1 (21.02): B.C. – 500 // Memories

Day 2 (22.02): 500 – 1000 // Seasons

Day 3 (23.02): 1000 – 1500 // Tradition

Day 4 (24.02): 1500 – 1800 // Adventure

Day 5 (25.02): 1800 – 1945 // Music

Day 6 (26.02): 1945 onwards // Color

Day 7 (27.02): Free Day

Rules & Content Guidelines:

Your work must be tagged with the following: #historicalhetaliaweek and/or @ this blog, Day and prompt being fulfilled (i.e. #hhw day 1 & #prompt: 500), proper tagging for any mature or triggering content (please see a non-exclusive list HERE)

The event prompts will be broken into time periods to encompass all of history. However, there will also be additional prompts provided for each day. Participants are required to fulfill at least one prompt for that day. Content made for the addition prompt must have a historical setting, but not necessarily the time period it is paired with.

Works including topics like genocide, ideologically sensitive issues, or recent tragedies will not be accepted. Works portraying topics like incest, pedophilia, rape, gore, and graphic violence will also not be accepted. If you are unsure if a work/idea conforms to this rule, our ask box is always open.

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#hetalia #historicalhetaliaweek #historical hetalia #prompt list #hws america #hws england #hws russia #hws china #hws france #hws germany #hws italy #hws japan

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cauldronofthefantasia · 3 years

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Weird Magicks & Where to Find them - Coin Magick (Artem Pecunia), and the best ingredient ever

Hey everyone, this is Fantasia. Let’s stir the cauldron, clear the air, and get to work. Coin Magick, or Artem Pecunia is the Art of Money or the Art of Coins. It is able to be used in all forms of the craft ranging from granny magick, to hoodoo, to energy work, and even things that people might not really consider the Craft that are from cultures outside of those. I've talked about it on my TikTok, @the_fantasia before - which admittedly is going through a slump because I’m focusing on content I like to make instead of content that got me followers to help myself out - but I talked about it before as a mere aspect of magick that grew out of coin collecting, but I didn't really go into depth. I’d like to do that here on Tumblr so that I can teach people about one of the most useful magickal ingredients and “addendums” to Magick I’ve ever found.

It isn't as common as I thought it'd be, and I think I'm the only practitioner I've seen so far which is why I wanted to share this with everyone. If you have any questions on how this works by the end of this article, feel free to ask and feel free to PM me with further questions. I also do spellwork as part of my religious duties, and don’t charge in human currency, so you don’t have to give me your coin ;) But if you have an issue, especially with predators or just you need to know something, I’ll see what I can do but please be aware I have the right to turn down all spellwork and while I may not charge at all there may be a price, such as in energy, or in a sharing of knowledge.

The basic concept of coin magick, or Artem Pecunia, is that each coin is like a book you can read about online, study a bit, or just feel the energy of and pull the magick or energy or “life” of a specific event from into your working. Then, there are year wide correspondences of coins - such as 1945 symbolizing the end of a conflict, the realization of horrors, the coming home of soldiers, and more. This coinage year may be especially useful for Jewish mystics, Jewish witches, Romani, LBGTQ+ witches, black witches, and other oppressed people who practice this in some form due to the strong ties one would have to it. You can use these coins in a wide variety of ways as long as you do it safely.

Coins are connected to specific years and thus that year's entire events, and that means you can pull energy from events that happened all over the world or even in space from that year. Wanna revisit when an astrological event from the 1800s because the next identical one is another 200 years away? If you have the coin, and the skill, go for it. . Coins are little, permanent embodiments of magick that don't have to be sacrificed for you to access the energies unless you want to MAKE that sacrifice.

It is one of the best ingredients to use, because you can access a "portal" to the energies of a coin and go into the big wide world back in 1970 to when John Blankenbaker invented the PC and harness the divine inspiration granted to him for, say, technomancy, chaos magick, or to invoke the Muses or a number of deities for some of that divine inspiration juice. A lot is possible, because this energy forms an ingredient that can affect the outcome of a spell, fuel it, and simultaneously provide just the right "flavoring" for a spell that might be to write code into writing a code that DOES stuff. Commemorative and Anniversary coins have a special place in that they can both celebrate, mourn, or represent, are often a minted, usabld currency, and hold a variety of energies attached to them. Charging them with the energies they're attached to to reach the point of a period coin is a good idea, however.

Is the energy subjective, or objective?: The answer honestly just depends. A nootse might see 1945 differently from you, but the overwhelming might of Jewish ancestors sets the tone of a penny from that year. Likewise, a anarchocommunist might see 1776 differently from a democratic socialist, and they'd see a coin from that year OR commemorating that year wildly differently.

The secret gift in in this? Those with merit might notice energy manipulation, especially the harnessing of energy through coins by locking into energy through them, is going to get easier for them and they should develop that skill by simply imagining a second body reaching into a coin near a spell they're doing, pulling the energy they need from the year it was minted or that it commemorates, & then pulling it into the spell.

So, rummage through your cabinets, find your spare change, and get a collection going to try to get all the years of coins in your country for your ingredients, and then try to see how this turns out. See You Around, The Cauldron of Fantasia Should I do a part two? What do you think? In a part two I would write about a ore extensive overview of coins, ranging from sacrificing them, to further correspondences on the coins like the material of a penny in 2021 versus that in 1998 versus that in 1970 versus that in 1921 and how materials of coins, their nation of origin, and even their specific grading and how you treat them can play into their power. A little hint is that a collected, cherished coin bought from someone who collects them as a life long hobby miiiight hit a LOT different than some wheat penny you found on the ground 5 years ago, shoved into a cabinet because you thought it was important, and then subsequently left is behind. I might even design a spell for you guys if the reaction to this is good enough. It might include some fruit and some pennies or other small mintings, so I’m very excited to see how this go. No promises, though. P.S. & Prompt 0 if anyone has a better translation of the "Art of Money" that would be nice. What would you call Artem Peconia?

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liliregale-main · 1 year

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The First Swiss Army Knife, 1890

And I really wanted to give him the 19th century mustache and sideburns, but here is his mustache-and-sideburn-less version

For @historical-hetalia-week's prompt 1800-1945

#hhw day 5 #1800-1945 #hws switzerland #gun cw #knife cw #hetalia #my posts

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fatehbaz · 4 years

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“The high-water mark on the river’s Precambrian bedrock shoreline on the Winnipeg River.”

“Kenora Powerhouse, a hydroelectric generating station affecting levels on the Winnipeg River. It was first built in 1892, and later converted to a generating station in 1906.”

Well before settlers impinged on the Winnipeg River, the Anishinabeg relied on the river’s source of wild rice (manoomin) [...]. In the Northwestern region of what is now Ontario, Canada, lies the outlet of Lake of the Woods (LOW), draining into the now slow-moving waters of the Winnipeg River.

In the late 1800s, however, Samuel Benfield Steele described the Winnipeg River as “one of the most difficult in the world” to navigate. Settler-colonists forever changed the system when they harnessed water energy to generate hydroelectric power and stimulate the development of Kenora [...]. The first dam on the Winnipeg River was built in 1887 at the outlet of LOW. It was later replaced by the Kenora Dam and Norman Dam. First Nations quickly expressed concerns about the impact of water regulation on aquatic crops. [...] Canada did not [...] consider Anishinaabe concerns about crop yields in 1890 or during the industrial boom that followed World War II. [...] Within Ontario, power demands increased 250 percent between 1945 and 1957 which prompted the Hydro-Electric Power Commission of Ontario (HEPCO) to modify the Winnipeg River to satisfy them. Whitedog Falls Generating Station was completed in 1958. [...]

Elders at Niisaachewan Anishinaabe Nation (NAN) estimate that their ancestors harvested five hundred thousand pounds of manomin from nearby fields. Today, oral testimony suggests that contemporary yields have declined by 99 percent. [...] Large impoundments like those installed on the Upper Winnipeg River in the 1900s drastically altered natural water level patterns. These fluvial changes can have detrimental impacts on local ecology, including manomin growth.

Elders from NAN are intimately knowledgeable of manomin habitat needs. In 2018, Elder Terry Greene shared with researchers that manomin “is dependent on a fairly low water level beginning in the springtime.” If the water level is too high after germination, the light cannot reach the seedling to produce the energy needed to grow to the water’s surface. Also in 2018, Elder Clarence Henry described this as “something like drowning out [manomin].” Rapid increases in water levels can also negatively impact manomin before harvest. Elder Danny Strong told researchers, “the water would start rising pretty quick and then they’d [manomin], … start falling down.” Archie Wagamese, another NAN Elder, put it simply: “everything used to grow nice before … those dams.”

“Map of the hydroelectric dams on the Upper Winnipeg River in Northwestern Ontario, Canada. The Kenora Dam was first installed in 1892, and the Norman Dam in 1893. Both were updated to generating stations in 1906 and 1926, respectively. Whitedog Falls Generating Station (G.S.) was installed 50 kilometers downstream of Kenora in 1958.”

Photos, captions, map, and text excerpt: Samantha Mehltretter, Brittany Luby, and Andrea Bradford. “Hydroelectric Power and Anishinaabe Diets: What Oral Testimony Suggests About Managing Food (In)security on Reserve.” Arcadia. Summer 2020.

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angryducktimemachine · 5 years

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Angels writing prompt: Schnapsidee

Okay so I usually do not post my writings on tumblr (because they are not that good or interesting) but this week the prompt was “Schnapsidee” (A Schnapsidee (Booze-idea) is an idea so dumb you usual just get it when you’re drunk. That being said, it can be used in terms of any dumb idea you have.) and as a good German of course we gotta write something.

That being said, what started out as me just making fun of other peoples OCs by using Joschka turned into this funny little journal of my tiny mean medic/physical therapist!

Hope you enjoy this and may have a good chuckle.

Primeday; 3.3; 1800 So Orijaa thought it'd be a good idea to keep up the fighting and now he is sitting in PT with even worse backpain than before, maybe I should ask somebody to do a brainscan to see if he has any single brain cells left or if he just runs on stupidity.

Primeday; 3.3; 1846 * on stupidity and the will to fight others and make my life harder than it has to be.

Centaxday; 4.3; 2003 If Zkaltrops pretends once more to not be in pain while he obviously is I will have to kick him. He is a horrible liar and the bags under his eyes from not sleeping enough due to what I consider nightmares are so dark they can't even be covered by his make-up. Have no idea why he thinks he even needs to lie is a miracle to me, we are in PT, dumbass, it's just you and me and I am trying to help your idiotic ass getting a little more sleep.

Centaxday, 4.3; 1432 i swear i am gonna fight orijaa and it will be the last fight this dumbass is gonna fight

Taungsday, 5.3; 1757 I appreciate cooperative patients. But if they don't realize it is literally my job to help them and they are not a bother to me I will have to punch someone. No, Wilfred, you are NOT bothering me, it is my JOB to help YOU.

Zhellday; 6.3; 1009 Ziora called me out for accidentally falling asleep in front of their office more than once. I do not like this.

Zhellday; 6.3; 1714 Siegrain.

Benduday; 7.3; 0234 Found Glitch in the trash can. Assume Domi put them there. I should ask Siegrain if he can put Domi into the trash for me.

Benduday; 7.3. 0256 He said no.

Primeday; 8.3. 1945 Note to self: Check Kabra for poorly made attempts to treat injuries himself. He means well but a finger cut and a whole open wound in the leg are two very different kind of deals. Also consider teaching Kabra how to treat bigger injuries better to prevent further situations like these. Come on, Kabra, you know we medics are here for a reason besides looking handsome.

Centaxday; 9.3. 0932 Very nice nightshift today with only minimal emergencies. Rone kept asking really wild questions. How does he keeps coming up with questions like these? It's nice to see his will to learn things tho. Better than watching Domi beating me in playing bowling with the empty medicine bottles. For someone who looks like they are gonna pass out every second they are a strong opponent. Wish they had this energy in PT as well. (Not that is much more energy than usual.)

Taungsday; 10.3; 1903 Please just let me do my job for once.

Zhellday; 11.3; 0854 Almost called Bion Dad today. Want to bury myself in embarrasment.

Zhellday; 11.3; 2022 PT session with Domi. Talked about the weather. Tried to suggesting to let a bit of sunlight into their room. They refused.

Characters that do not belong to me but are called out mentioned:

Orijaa, Zkaltrops, Siegrain, Domi, Glitch @gloamingchild (i love calling out your characters)

Kabra @x-w1ng (love the goat boy <3)

Bion @the-dark-sleen (The one true Dad Medic)

Rone @spacelordextraordinaire (The sweetest boy he has all my heart)

#devaron's angels #joschka #writing #this barely has anything to do with schnapsidee anymore #but it is still funny

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