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DITR AND REYOOK'S ARTS ARE AMAZING. I'M DONE.

Really glad to draw the illustration for @chessna2 ’s Fanfic DIR Chapter 29. DIR is a beautiful novel (or I can say literature work). I love the using of words in this story and all the detailed descriptions of silent yet strong moments. It is a fanfiction worthy to read and feel.

And yes, commissions open as always.

APH Lithuania Headcanons

Oh boy after a long stroll in the streets let’s see what this dude is really about

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@yuuago said: P0land + stars (at night, or from a more scientific perspective, you decide) 

Casually uses your request to draw a short comic I had in my idea notebook for ages  😘  Thank you so much! 

I really like this! Can't wait to see more people :D

I'm not tagging anyone but please do it!!❤️

I’m starting a reblog-and-tag game

Make yourself with this picrew (made by the awesome @sangled) and tag up to 8 people! I’ll start

@yume-fanfare @apocalypse–enthusiast @eva-arikuri @zayria @transboyklug @caoomi @arya-art + anyone who is in the mood!

Baltic Trio Week (Blog) Open!

This is the blog where posts will be reblogged and shared as well as any other information that might be needed to know for the event.

I am aware this event runs for a bit more than a standard week but I don’t care. (Moderator can’t Math)

The prompt list is released here along with their ideal submission dates: PROMPTS

You can find information for the rules, here: RULES

You are able to start on your posts now if you want! There is also a two week grace period. If you have additional questions feel free to ask!!

I was really slow to not making this far enough in advance and for that I am sorry!! Please spread this around as much as you can so people know it’s gonna happen!

It's important. The huge territory is on fire, now it can be compared with the WHOLE Slovakia + Croatia. And they are keep saying that it's "alright". Well IT'S NOT. We are suffocating. Our forests are burning. Our wild animals are dying.

No one cares because it's "expensive" — to extinguish the fire.

We need help.

Guess Who Wrote Another Thing

Yupp it's me, ya boi

Title: Drag and Blow

Characters: aph Poland, aph Lithuania, aph Hungary, aph Czechia, (mentioned) aph Russia, aph Romania, aph Slovakia

Warnings: kinda slutshaming? Idk how to call it, wounds, blood, alcohol (just mention of tho one character is drunk), people being aggressive, swearing, (heavily) implied sexual content, lightly implied abuse, character being ready to murder someone. Not nice stuff in general what else would you expect from me lol

Word count: 1530+ (I can't count it cus fuckin Tumblr hates me fuckin bitch)

Some notes: at the end

Hotel: Trivago

Enjoy!!

(im on mobile so no read more but I promise when I get to my desktop I'll make it fhskshsja)

1955, Warsaw, Polish People's Republic.

'And... All's done.' Feliks smiled at Erzsebet.

He'd been wrapping her hurt hand for five minutes now, as the wound was ugly and bloody. He still had no idea how exactly she did it, just predictions.

'I'm going to the rest,' her harsh voice soft.

She got up, question in her eyes.

Feliks smiled tightly.

Be there in a minute.

As Erzsi was in the doorstep, ready to stomp a foot outside the room, the doorbell rang.

No one was supposed to be coming today.

They looked at each other, the three of eyes making quick decision.

Wait and let's see what happens.

'I'll check it!' Radmila exclaimed in the other room, her voice a bit muted from the rush of bottles and other strongly-undesired-by-government things getting hidden everywhere.

Under the table, behind the sofa, inside the cooker. Hushed murmurs of others growing suspicious of the guest even if no one knew who it was yet.

They did not need to know it. They trusted the feeling of anxiety in their stomachs.

As Rada was probably the closest one to the door, no one stopped her. She was in a bad physical state - both drunk and weak as a satellite state - but it was Czechia. She was always strong enough to fight off a man, especially having weapon at her side, which Feliks was sure she did. Even though he asked her not to do so.

Feliks smiled with amusement at the thought, staring at Erzsebet's back.

'What?' Erzsi smiled too, not looking behind to meet his gaze.

'Nothing,' he chuckled softly, standing up.

He was the host after all. If there was anyone to kill it should be his hands in blood, not his dear sister.

(He wondered if Ivan thought the same)

'Just thinking.' he walked towards his brother in arms.

'Yeah.' She took his hand, frowning a bit as she noticed how cold he was.

'Yeah.' He squeezed her hand, appreciating the warmth of the other.

They relaxed a bit.

'Lithuania?! What are you doing here?!-' they've heard confusion in Rada's voice.

No surprise.

Lithuania had no right to be in Warsaw, Polish People's Republic. Outside of Soviet Union.

Erzsebet looked at Feliks.

It must've been really important for him.

Feliks stared back at her with calculating gaze. He liked focusing on her face more than closing his eyes.

Or he needed someone to brag that he's in a fucked up situation he wouldn't have to be in if he was fucking honest with people who cared about him.

Duller green searched an answer in the neon one.

So he's going to people who don't care.

Feliks nodded.

He always does.

Suddenly soft voice broke what has been silence to them.

'Guys?' Both of them looked at vlad, surprised. 'We're going to have a fight.'

Lightning crushed in Feliks' eyes.

He made a decision. He probably made it the millisecond he's heard the knocking. He was ready to kill.

'Not in my good Christian household!' he shouted while walking to the door, where he just now started to hear the actual screams. Surprisingly, in polish. He found it amusing.

'You're Jewish and we're in a socialist-!' Slovakia shouted but he was cut off by their dear Felya.

'Long live our lord and savior Jesus Christ!'

Kuba and the rest laughed. Mostly at the ridiculousness of the situation, but also from amusement.

A boy, meter and barely sixty centimeters tall, storming towards a tall-in-comparison guy and a short-but-still-taller-than-feliks girl, shouting, being ready to physically jump at each other's throats. The more hilarious thing was that they all knew who was the most in control there.

'What's going on here?!' Cold voice rose above the others.

They finally fell silent, thank fucking gods.

Everyone looked at him.

'Now,' Feliks walked past Radmile, killing gaze changing into reassuring smile only when catching glimpse of her. 'What do you want here, Lithuania?' he stood high, slim body radiated energy of steel, eye sharp and bright.

Tolys took a step back. And few another ones, as Feliks followed him outside his flat, not breaking eye contant with unreadable expression.

Feliks looked behind his shoulder at his sister and nodded with a soft smile.

Radmila quietly closed the door.

***

'So.' Feliks sent Tolys a cold glare, speaking fluent english. 'What do you want?'

Tolys's heart skipped a beat from happiness and fear and maybe something else.

Feliks looked like his Feliks so many centuries ago that felt like yesterday.

Cold, sharp, calculating.

Beautiful.

'You truly are a mad-man, aren't ya?' Feliks's frowned, reading Tolys like an open book.

Tolys' blood boiled when he saw disgust in Feliks' eyes. Then he remembered why he came here.

He was sure his lovely family did not even once receive such a glare.

'I asked you a question.' Łukasiewicz took out a cigarette and a lighter.

He put the cig in his mouth, and fired it with the lighter.

Gods, his hands looked so good on the lighter. The fire burned so bright against his snowy skin.

'I want to talk.'

'We are talking, brainless moron.' Feliks spat, then blowed the cigarette.

Has Ukraine ever received such reaction? Or Belarus?

'In private.' Lithuania just realized he was shaking a bit. Feliks must have noticed it before.

An ugly laugh left Feliks' mouth. A sharp, dark, humorless one. The one you felt like running when you heard it.

'I'm not letting you into my house.'

That have taken Tolys aback.

'Your... House.' Tolys stiffened.

The images of sheets, sweat and flesh flashed through his mind, every one more vivid than the one before.

He remembered the look on Feliks's face. How he never saw his face... After.

He looked so different from his Feliks, he realized.

'Yes.' cold voice broke through his mind like a dagger. 'I'm not letting you anywhere near my family.'

Family.

Was he not family?

'Family? You mean this bunch of psychos?!' Tolys clenched his fists.

'I'd rather have them for hundreds of years than a btich like you for an hour.'

'And who says that!' Tolys snapped.

That sunk in.

Feliks closed his eyes for a moment.

He looked as if he was slapped. Beaten. Hurt.

But-

Feliks could never been hurt.

He has never felt fear, never knew what it was like to be scared for lives of his people, his children, his family.

So he could never felt pain. Hurt.

He couldn't.

'And was that your precious plan you haven't thought through for more than fucking four minutes?' The ice in Feliks' voice burned more than fire. 'You've humiliated me and spitted in my face. Congratulations. Now what? You expect me to throw myself in your arms and spend a long sleepless night with you? As you always did?'

'Wha-?'

'I've known you for too long.' Drag and blow of cigarette. The light coming from it was shaking a bit. It seemed as Tolys was shaking so hard his vision was affected.

'I know what you expect from me.' Feliks kept looking him in the eyes. The anger was radiating from him. 'But guess what motherfucker: your glory's all fucking gone. You're gone. You're not a superpower anymore. You have no fucking right to hold any fucking expectations from me. Not fucking anymore. You're nothing. Just a part of bullshit ballet of propaganda and sucking stalin's dick.'

'And you're the on-'

'Don't. You. Fucking. Dare.' Feliks gritted through his teeth, his voice dark and low. 'You have no fucking idea what shit I've been through. You have no fucking idea what shit I'm going through now.'

Tolys threw another glare at him.

'Why would I care!?' he realized he was screaming.

Feliks fell silent.

He felt deaf.

It was terrifying.

'So that's really why you came here.' Teliks took a step forward, his voice flat. 'You- You really thought you'll be able to drag me into some- sick, "forbidden" affair? You really thought that because I took over vilinus thirty years ago, I would still want you?' Feliks voice cracked.' Let me tell you. You really are a man-child. Stupid.' the green eye dull, light far gone.' Arrogant. Naive. I never wanted you. I- I wanted to have a happily ever after. A- A knight in shining armor on a white horse. You seemed fitting.' Feliks looked down.

It was the first time Tolys has seen Feliks look down.

It was the first time Tolys has heard feliks's voice crack.

'It seems as I was the stupid one all this time. I was wrong.' His voice was barely a whisper now.

He looked at tolys.

'Now listen. If you ever show up at my doorstep again or I will see you five meters near my family without their clear consent, I will make your life living hell.'

Feliks crushed the cigarette in his fingers, face blunt.

'Like you made mine.'

He turned around and started opening the door.

'I came here to ask you few questions!' he saw Feliks freeze. He saw everyone behind Poland, ready to attack him.

Poland looked him dead in the eye.

Tolys felt as if he was stared down by death itself.

'Why would I care?'

He barely heard the slam of the door. All that dang through his ears was the question.

****

Lit may be kinda ooc but that's cus he's out of his mind really

Also don't ask me what it is!!!!! I don't know!!!!!!!!!

My brain: OK so how many possibly triggering things we're gonna throw here

Me: yes

My brain: you can't just throw stuff like that around-

Me: watch me

Srsly wtf @ me

I need to go to sleep

Have a nice day/night everyone

ways your characters can show varying emotions

to show sadness (grief, sorrow):

- sharply sucking in a breath

- hiccuping from crying so hard

- uncontrollable sobbing

- slumped shoulders, head down

- weather can be used to show emotions — not just rain, but a shining sun and birds chirping contrasts well with a grieving character

- depending on the person, sadness can result in lashing out at others for no reason or shutting everyone out

to show anger (rage, frustration)

- red face, fists clenched

- narrow eyes

- sharp comebacks, gritting teeth

- the air around them is tense

- others may be silent, ignoring whoever they’re angry at

- inhales

- angry. tears.

- kicking, punching, slapping

to show shock (hurt, confusion)

- wide, confused eyes

- freezing in place

- collapsing to their knees

- silent and blank-faced

- ignoring everything else happening around them

to show happiness (joy, delight)

- bright eyes

- crinkles around their eyes from smiling so much

- laughter!

- optimism

- playful, laid back nature

- the weight being lifted off their shoulders

- relaxed sigh

if you’d like me to do more of these, please like and reblog, and follow for more!

"Rot in hell." and “You never mattered to me.” should be so angsty I'm living for it... P L e a s E can you write it one day... (Hahah that is me again yea sorry)

“You never mattered to me.” The Teutonic Order stepped closer towards Lithuania as he sat battered and bruised on the ground in agony, “Your land, your people, these matter to me.”

Lithuania spat up blood, his heart racing. He’d fought a good fight to defend himself but this time he had lost. “What kind of God would allow you to do such things?” He gasped for air through a punctured lung, “…and you wonder why I’m so resilient against learning about your faith?”

“It’s not about faith, ya Pagan scum.” The victor of the battle spun and sheathed his sword, “It’s about defeating your nature-loving ass and taking your territory.” There was a strong arrogance in his voice as he stood surrounded by his own men against the now one Lithuanian.

Most of the Lithuanians had retreated to the fort to prepare for the knights to invade but Lithuania himself was unable to move. He’d been stabbed and sliced up after being knocked off his horse in the heat of the battle. “I see…” He seemed to look limp, nearly lifeless. His immortality the only thing keeping him alive, “Then please, take what you need…”The knight motioned his head in the direction of the fort and the rest of the knights began to quickly race after. “We’ll take more than what we need, thank you very much.” He said as he spat on the fallen Balt and headed towards the fort.

Lithuania looked down on the ground and then over at the Teutonic Order himself. “…oh, Gilbert?” He cracked a cocky grin, “Rot in Hell.”

In the distance, the fort the Lithuanians had retreated to burst into flame, incinerating everything and everyone inside it.

“I hope you find something useful among the charred flesh and ash.”

its ok to be sad but its never ok to disrespect aph liet

Me, taking a ten minute writing "break":

My Characters, knowing I am a fucking liar:

This. Just... This. I feel it.

#that is me lol

Writing the later chapters in your final draft like 

And also (´；ω；`) for Lithuania please >< (More sad heads for him damn I love it...)

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression? The guilt. The pure guilt about everything he’s done, sometimes stuff he’s been through, but mostly the guilt of the things he did. He’s guilty feeling for how he reacted during some historical periods or actions he took. Especially in the 1900s. He struggled with a lot then. Bad memories too of abuse, mistreatment, hurt, ache, harm that he’s been through, but to a lesser extent. He’s insecure and wonders how surrounding nations have given a chance to forgive him for some of what he’d done but he knows also he can only grow from the past. He is well equipped with coping mechanisms though so he can handle these thoughts well with positive coping skills, mostly.

Well it was interesting... Can someone make it with Lithuanian and Latvian too? Hungarian? I can make smth like that about Russian if anyone wants...

Your Guide to Estonian Swears

Anon requested this and tumblr ate it.

But kurat küll, Im going to teach you all How to swear like true estonians today! I know a lot of langblrs don’t do swears, but I do.

I’m going to order them, with the calmest swears first, and the harshest swears last, so you can all be aware of the severity of the words.

1.) kurat

This is the most common swear in Estonia in my opinion. It’s a pretty soft swear but I wouldn’t use it around children. It directly translates as “devil” which is strange, since Estonia is the world’s least religious nation.

As an interjection, it has the same strength as “god dammit.” But “kuradi,” a form of “kurat,” Can also be used similar to the English “fucking.” If you can say “see on nii kuradi külm!” (It’s so fucking cold!) Then congratulations, you speak Estonian.

The more “rr” you put into kurat, the stronger it gets. ;)

2.) Pask

This means shit. This can be literal or figurative, much like English. It’s not as popular as kurat, but it’s still a pretty soft swear that you still shouldn’t use at school. For an example, when my boyfriend’s football team lost, he messaged me “seal väljakul toimub täielik pask!!” (Total shit is happening on this field!) This is how pask can be used in Estonian.

3.) Persse

Another fun one! “Persse” means ass. It can be used alone, or (most commonly) with the term “käi” to create “käi persse.” This directly translates to “go to the ass!” But it’s a good way to tell someone to go fuck themselves.

4.) Putsi

My personal favourite since I’m a raging queer. Putsi means pussy! Yay! It can be used on its own, or as “käi putsi” AS a form of go fuck yourself, harsher than “käi persse.” AS a bonus, here’s my favourite photo taken of me.

5.) Lits

This one is controversial. You definitely don’t want to say this in front of any female family member. I’ve met people who think this is the worst word you can say, and some who think it’s not that bad. So use at your own risk. It means “prostitute” in a really nasty, demeaning way.

6.) Türa

This one is really useful but maaaaaaaybe don’t say it in public. Türa means cock. That’s what I call my cat when he shits in my shower. It can be used as a very harsh standin for “fuck” but don’t say it in public. My friend did once to a car full of children and the consequence for him was notttrrr greeeeeat.

7.) vittu

The piece de resistance.

In my opinion this is the worst word you can say in Estonian (that’s not an outright racial slur).

This word means cunt. It’s actually a Finnish word that’s been adopted to Estonian. It’s more casual and Less nasty to use this word in Finnish. Use this at your own risk in Estonia. It’s quite strong. Don’t use this in front of granny unless you want her to have a stroke.

That being said, “mida vittu” IS the sentence I use the most in Estonian. It’s a very strong way to say “what the fuck!” “Käi vittu” IS also a very very mean way to tell someone to fuck themselves. I use it on a gropey man in a bar.

Bonus: if you add “küll” to kurat, putsi, or türa, it makes a strong interjection.

People also know English (fuck, shit, bitch, etc) and Russian (pohui, Blyat, etc) swears in Estonia, so think of these as the croutons on your swear salad. But be more cautious with russian swears.

Have fun and swear on, ulakad lapsed!

Pruliet be like:

ok but the concept of a rivalry is just so funny. it’s like “i’m literally obsessed with you. you’re the only motherfucker on the planet worth my undivided time and attention. i spend hours planning in detail exactly what i’m going to say and do the next time that we meet. but, like, i fucking hate you.”

This. Is. So. Important. Please, I'm tired of this hate. I live in homophobic country (but even here I know many LGBT+ people) and everyone who knows are just like: 'umm look at the USA and Europe they support gays so much it's crazy'

N o. That's not. We are still attacked. No matter where. Yes, in some places we can see support and it's important, but mostly live with "LGBT-mark" feels like you are... Wrong. Feels like you shouldn't be like that. Like you should follow traditional lifestyle, have traditional family and childrens or... You are just useless. Yes, that's how I feel. That's how we all feel.

Please, stop the violence, stop the abuse, we are tired of all this hate. But of course we won't give up, we will go ahead, we will do many things to reach just usual life, usual treatment, we will go as far as it needs. Just a question: how far should we go, when society will understand and accept our existation as usual thing?

P. S.: That's me lol (and I forced to shut up and don't talk about it mostly everywhere hahah 21st century :') )

My account here is my safe space because no one from my real life wouldn't see it (hope so), tumblr is not popular in my country. Safe space for everyone. I'll support you all. Love yourself and be proud.

Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.

This Pride don’t forget your brothers and sisters fighting for their rights all over the world. 

Safe space for everyone. Honestly, be yourself ❤️

Reblog if your blog is a safe space for asexuals.

Let him have a good rest :c

Love aph Lithuania so much omg

aph lithuania aesthetic

a fic writer: *ends a chapter with huge drama and ugly tears* ‘til the next update!

me:

Just me, like, really

Me: I feel like something isn’t working…

Also Me: You are NOT changing the whole story again because you have certain scenes in your head that don’t work with the current plot

Me: *changes plot, setting, book cover, title*

Me: Oops

I love these advices, it's really useful!

Small physical things that give your characters personality

How they smile

What their “tell” is for lying

Posture

Volume of speech, if they’re verbal

Nervous tics

How much eye contact do they make

In a group conversation, how close do they stand to others? Are they off to the side just listening and occasionally speaking or are they right next to people?

When standing, what do they do with their hands? Talk with their hands, cross their arms, put hands in pockets, prop up against the wall, etc

The sound of their footsteps

Nonverbal greetings: do they wave, nod, hug, glare, punch, high five, something else?

How do they get others’ attention? Raise hand, clear throat, etc

I NEED SOMETHING MORE BETWEEN TORIS AND GILBERT MUCH MORE P L Е A S E ;-; /I'm waiting for the new chapter and I'm a bit dying omg/

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