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HETABANG PROJECT - Fugue in A minor - Spaus

These are the accompanying illustrations I have done for the @hetabang​ project. In this project writers and artists team up and create a collab. 

I partnered with the Talented @katemarley​

She wrote the fic “Fugue in A minor” Which can be read here:

AO3

We tackled the marriage of Spain and Austria when in 1520 Charles V becomes emperor of the Holy Roman Empire and the Habsburg house unites Spain and Austria. Below you canfind the illustration accompanied with a snipet of fic, but for the whole experience go to the AO3 page where fic and images are combined. 

A lot of historical research went into this on both our parts and all events, locations, clothing and furniture are painstakingly researched to reflect the time period. I hope you all will enjoy our work!

 “I need some moments alone with my consort, my partner.” Burgundy gave off an air of sovereignty as she spoke to her court who all accepted without question that this was business for the immortals to tend to. Roderich sighed in relief and let her steal him away into their bedroom.

 She was fussing at his outfit, straightening it and picking imaginary lint off the velvet before making him sit down on a chair in front of the dresser. She took a brush and took off his black beret to run it softly through his hair, obviously just to have something to do while they talked.

“Liefsteling, I think we should have a little chat before you and Antonio exchange rings.”

The priest produced a small dish on which Spain put a piece of gold, a piece of silver and a ring.

Roderich extended his hand meekly for Antonio to put on the ring, but then noticed something. The ring was of a German type. He wondered if this was Spain being thoughtful or him purchasing one at the last minute. Spain held up the ring and clicked it open to be two separate rings. To Roderich’s surprise, they were gimmel rings …

 Spain explained in a hushed voice: “Because we are both men, I felt I couldn’t just put a ring on you. We should both wear one. I liked these because of what they say.” He was referring to the words around the band, which he read out in horribly accented German: was Gott zusammen fueget soll der Mensch nicht schneiden. They were a purplish ruby and an emerald. Antonio carefully put the half with the emerald on Roderich’s left ring finger and then handed him the ruby to do the same. This was thoughtful of Antonio—had he come up with this himself or was this the council of Karl advising him? Austria was very aware of the new weight around his finger and his resolve to remain cold started to waver.  

“Augsburg.” Austria bowed on his part, anxious not to incline his head lower than she had. He could at least keep up appearances, if nothing else.

It was her who took his hand for the basse danse—almost imperceptible, but the transgression was there. She swept her eyes over the people that had gathered inside Aachen’s town hall: Most of them were members of the high nobility and imperial estates who wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to show themselves for Charles’s crowning and the establishment of the Austro-Spanish union alike. There were guests from other kingdoms, too, moving in the slow and elegant sequence of steps so characteristic for this dance. Not all of those people had come to Austria and Spain’s wedding ceremony itself.

Then a gentle, calloused hand cupped his chin and warm, slightly chapped lips captured his lower lip.

This really was no different to being with a woman, Austria thought involuntarily. At least so far.

He opened his mouth to let Spain in when his tongue demanded it. Spain was a good kisser, at the least; Austria had to give him that. He made an involuntary, small sound at the back of his throat and could feel Spain smile against his lips before he started to kiss Austria’s cheek.

PLINKO NO MORE ‼️

(ref post by @literalgerm here)

this was so fun to draw honestly plinko horse saved me from art block <3

iggy down in da dumps

and france helps a homie out

INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS 2009 | DIR. QUENTIN TARANTINO

brad pitt as ALDO RAINE — INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS (2009) dir. quentin tarantino

Inglourious Basterds (2009) Quentin Tarantino

November 14th 2021

How do you expect me to walk the red carpet?

Brad Pitt as Lt. Aldo Raine INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS (2009)

omg, venetian prince feli,,dont fall for that stinky teutonic knight omg! he doesnt bathe!

Arthur looks fly af, we really don't appreciate colourful clothing in medical setting, nice to see some change!

 i concur! arthur looks v fly in full technicolour

but i also appreciate him his princely best incognito mode

because he is both apprehensive and v eager to follow a handsome archer into a tryst outside the palace walls OWO 

A Secret Not So Well Kept.

(Aldo Raine x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme really hope you enjoy ❤️💛

As much as it was beautiful...love was a dangerous thing.

It could make you feel alive, and rip your heart out the next. 

Aldo and (Y/n) knew this. But when the strongest of resolves break. Their relationship began slowly, nothing more than ghostly touches and meaning filled smiles at first. The roots of their attraction grew and grew throughout their service together, until the pair couldn't conceal their feelings anymore. 

If you had to ask (Y/n), the night Aldo confessed was the happiest she had ever been. Even though they adored each other, they knew that the knowledge of their relationship would only bring heartbreak. 

So they decided to keep it a secret. Not only for their love, but also for the professional side of their positions. (Y/n) knew the whispers that danced on the wind for women "like her". Words so vile, you would feel yourself irk from even listening to them. Sometimes, (Y/n) wondered how she kept her composure in a pit full of snakes. Snakes that bore human faces and spoke human words. Things would be easier this way, (Y/n) had told herself many times. It would spare them both from an unnecessary hell.

The night was young, the moon having just risen above the trees, settled in the dark canvas of night. (Y/n) kept her head high, (e/c) never leaving the twinkling stars. The soft breeze that ruffled her (short/long/medium) hair didn't go unnoticed by Aldo, who was sneaking small glances here and there. Though the pair agreed to keep their love a secret, Aldo couldn't help the way his heart yearned for her. He couldn't ignore the dreams of a possible future together, and the many beauties that life would bring. Aldo was glad he had something more to fight for than country.

The Basterds whooped and hollered as the town came into view, all dressed in civilian clothing. Remarkably, this was one of the few towns left with no Krauts in them. At least not yet. The streets were quiet, and the Basterds entered a small looking tavern. At the head of the bar, (Y/n) was greeted by a welcoming face. "Archie!" She expressed in glee, making the Brit coal his head at her. " Pleasure to see you Basterds alive and well." He greeted, shooting a smile at (Y/n). 

Some might misinterpret this as flirting, but (Y/n) knew that the man meant nothing but friendship with her. 

He had spoken to her before, of his life back home, and how Archie wishes to return to his wife once the war is over. Besides Aldo and the others, Archie was a man that knew (Y/n)'s worth, both to the army and the group. "Don't just stand there, Hiecox! Get us some drinks!" Donny yelled, body going over the counter. The act made (Y/n) laugh, shaking her head. "Get the man some gin, Archie! Before he tears the whole place down." (Y/n) ordered, before proceeding to order for everyone else. She had to stop herself from saying Aldo's drink of choice to quickly, for a man like Archie was very perceptive. As Archie was busy getting the drinks, (Y/n) let her eyes wander.

Wander right into beautiful blue.

She could never get sick of those eyes. They didn't need to speak to know they were communicating an ocean of longing, bodies inching just to hug and kiss each other. Aldo sent a small grin, and (Y/n) felt her own face twist upwards. The sound of glass clanks pulled (Y/n) away from her staring, but before she could grab the glasses, strong hands beat her to it. She could recognize him by touch alone. "I'll get that for ya', darlin." Aldo drawled, chuckling when (Y/n) hid her face. It was a little game they played, to confuse everyone else. The nicknames were a part of it, and everyone thought that they were just being friendly. 

It didn't take long for the drinks to take their effect. Donny was already slurring his words, and Hirschberg was already trying to fight Hugo. Then, the conversation simply switched onto Aldo. "Ya know Lieutenant….I think your accent is pretty funny…" Donny slurred, a clumsy hand now on the Lieutenant's shoulder. Aldo simply chuckled, paying the drunk Bostonian no mind. Their voices began to pick up, making more jokes at Aldo's expense. But (Y/n) was not having it. She knew that they were having a little fun, but their words were getting out of hand. 

It wasn't until Hirschberg began to tease Aldo about his love life that she stepped in. "Alright that's enough." She said, but Hirschberg didn't relent. "Like, how the hell ain't you married yet? I'm sure you got a-." Hirschberg breathed, before he got pushed off. “He doesn't need no wife!” (Y/n) exclaimed. Everyone's eyes fell wide, for the docile woman never had raised her voice before. It just wasn't in her nature. Hirscheberg took this as a sign. Apparently he was a lot smarter when he was drunk. His reddened face came over with a grin, and he pointed his lanky finger at them. “You and the Lieutenant have a thing going on don't ya?” Hirschberg surmised, letting out a belly deep laugh when (Y/n)’s face went red. Donny rose from his own seat, before clapping his hand on Hirschberg's back. 

“I knew it!” He yelled, pointing a finger as well. Aldo stepped beside his lover, eyeing her as if to confirm his own actions. Before the young woman could react, Aldo placed his rough hands on her face, his eyes carrying a youthful determination that one only possessed in the heat of a glorious battle. His lips were a familiar feeling, one that (Y/n) had yearned to feel for such a long time. Her skin tingled, and blood seemed to rush her face.

Aldo knew there was no going back after this.

And he didn't care.

The other Basterds whooped and hollered, and Wicki seemed to be giving Archie some cash. The duo pulled away, and (Y/N) hid her face in her hands. Her man had been bold, and now she didn't know what to do. ‘’Pay up, Donowitz!” Hirschberg yelled, and Donny audibly groaned. Aldo placed his shoulder around (Y/n) and pulled her close. ‘’Welp darlin’, looks like they found out our little secret.” He chuckled. (Y/n) smiled, though the claws of worry would pry off her skin just yet. “What if-?”

“I dont give a shit what the OSS or any of those fucks have to say. I’m gonna make you my wife when we get back home and aint one one gonna stop me.” Aldo exclaimed and (Y/n) felt like she would cry. It was a strong promise, and they both knew that, but life was nothing if it wasn't a challenge. “Get a room you two!” Donny joked, a big smile on his face. “You two make a cute couple.” (Y/n) heard from behind her. 

Archie gave her a thumbs up, and in a strange moment of peace, (Y/n) felt like she could actually do this. She looked up at Aldo, admiring his eyes, and she softly pecked his lips. 

Now all they needed to do, was get out of France.

@strudelcreme @empress-writes @lemairepstuff @tea-is-at-8-pm @jiejie-eonni-onee-sama @jokersqueenofchaos @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 @themightyloki @aurelie34-43 @struggling-bee

Powerful oblivion dwells on your mouth,

And Lethe flows in your kisses.

god made men and sent christoph waltz as an apology

CHRISTOPH WALTZ & REESE WITHERSPOON Water for Elephants (2011) dir. Francis Lawrence

Wizarding Schools

This is very random but would you please do Shizuku in D5 and Seiji in D2 (from whisper of the heart)

naur naur its true..

clothing prompt

cupid

cupid

“ Queen Louise of Prussia (Louise of Mecklenburg-Strelitz) was born #OTD in 1776. Best known for standing up to Napoleon at Tilsit, which prompted the Emperor to call her ‘the only man in Prussia,’ though her efforts were in vain. “ 

A new portrait I did for Napoleonic Impressions ^^, and it’s available on mugs and prints in their store: 

https://napoleonicimpressions.com/products/queen-louise-of-prussia-manga-style-art-print/?ref=tookunami

https://napoleonicimpressions.com/products/queen-louise-of-prussia-manga-style-mug/?ref=tookunami

Baby Clifford & baby Snoopy

Lovino Vargas is the reason why Spain lost so much money

THIS IS KILLING ME NOT THE EMOJI JAILLL 💀💀😭😭😭😭

FOUL THIS IS FOULLL 😭😭

I really liked those “classic art in modern setting” pics. So I tried to do my own. Nap, Berthier and Jojo have their first encounter with modern means of transportation.

Holy Roman Empire, 1648.

Boom, this took forever and I’m dead now.

“I’ll be back” 

- Kiku, probably

A.D. 1598 - fashionably late, @historical-hetalia-week day four!

Not as she seems.

(Aldo Raine x Russian!Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme, I hope both you and your lovely friend enjoy this ❤️💛 Happy Birthday 🎉🎉❤️

Smiling wasn't something that (Y/n) was all too familiar with.

Even before all of this, her life back home in Russia wasn't much better. The cold was still very much embedded into her skin, and even the fiercest fire couldn't warm her. The frost of memory was always difficult to thaw.

There were moments of happiness, she supposed, moments she chose to not partake in. But there was always one man that would try to pull her in. And he would never let up.

(Y/n) could still hear his southern twang on the wind.

"Alright, ya Basterds! Gather round!" Aldo ordered, and (Y/n) was the first to move. Once everyone was close enough to hear, Aldo began to brief them. "Now, as most of yall' know, me and Donny hear managed to get some valuable Intel from one of the Krauts we caught." Aldo informed. (Y/n) remembered it well. The man spoke perfect English and was more than willing to speak if it meant getting to live.

Too bad he was hanging off Aldo's belt now.

"There's a small shack just north of ere', and someone there has been handing out supplies to countering war missions." Aldo said. "Kraut also mentioned that the guy's Russian. So (L/n) get your ass over here." Aldo said, and (Y/n) simply nodded and didn't say a word. Her relationship with Aldo was a complicated one. He always tried to make her smile, with stupid jokes and even stupider impressions. At the time, (Y/n) found it terribly annoying, but now, as much as she hated to admit it, it was cute.

She couldn't remember the last man that put so much effort to get her to do something as simple as smiling. His advances made some unfamiliar feelings drudge up as well. Feeling that (Y/n) thought herself too broken to possess. It took (Y/n) a lot of time to accept the fact that she was in love. And it was a beautiful and scary feeling. What if he died? What if she died? (Y/n) couldn't bare all the grim possibilities that could make her love turn into a tragedy.

Once the team had been assembled and the others were stationed on watch, it was Aldo, (Y/n), Donny and Wicki.

The four walked carefully until the reached the edge of the woods, where an opening sprawled into a field. The shack became visible and (Y/n) could see a figure moving on the inside. Maybe this informant of theirs lived there, if that were the case...why did (Y/n) get a bad feeling?

She stopped in her tracks, which also made Aldo stop.

"What's the matter, (L/n)?" He asked, a look of concern washed over his face. (Y/n) knew that Aldo would listen to her. And when you had a man like Aldo listening, everyone would follow. She threw her head at the cottage, making Aldo and the others turn their gaze at the shack. "I don't see anything wrong with it, doll." Donny commented, his accent coming out thicker than ever. "I….I got a bad feeling." She responded simply.

Aldo scratched his head. "Donny, Wicki, you stay on watch and me and (L/n) will get a closer look." Aldo ordered, raising his hand to quickly silence any sort of opposition.

Aldo and (Y/n) began to approach slowly, keeping their eyes on the visible figure. Once they were close enough, Aldo motioned for (Y/n) to speak.

"We are here! Come out!" (Y/n) called out in Russian. The informant seemed frantic in his movements, coming outside and smiling widely. "You have no idea how good it is to see another comrade!" The man announced and that name made (Y/n)'s skin crawl. It brought unwanted memories to her. "Are you armed?" She asked, and the man raised his coat and hands to show no guns or other weapons. Aldo calmed down, and asked the man if he spoke English. The man nodded.

"Good, now...a lil' birdie told us you had some supplies to share? We're kind of in a jiff here." Aldo explained and the man seemed to nod his head. He walked inside and before they all knew it...they were surrounded. The fuckers were hiding in the house. (Y/n) looked at the man, before spitting curses at him in Russian. The Krauts were circling them like they were prey, conversing with one another in German.

Fear and nervousness was heavy in the air, and (Y/n) was wondering where the hell Donny and Wicki were. One of the Krauts crouched in front of (Y/n), taking her chin into his thumb and forefinger.

"So you're the famous Ghost. I have to say, you're too beautiful to be a ghost." The officer complimented and Aldo felt an anger bubble inside him. He had reasons for all his effort in making (Y/n) smile, mostly because he himself had fallen in love with her.

And to see this Kraut fuck try and woo her was absolutely disgusting. The men around them switched positions, talking to each other in German.

The two dog handlers headed toward the back of the shack, seemingly searching for something. The dogs used their snouts around some disturbed snow patches, barking soon followed. There was a basement door, hidden under the snow.

(Y/n)'s "comrade" also seemed very nervous. As the Krauts were busy searching with the dogs, (Y/n) scooted closer to the man. He was surprised. "Now you listen to me very carefully, comrade." She whispered slowly, her accent coming thicker than usual. The man didn't utter a word, fear evident in his eyes.

"You are going to help us out of this...and if you try and betray me again, I'll beat you up so bad God won't even recognize you. Understand?" She threatened. The man began to vigorously nod his head, making promises that he was going to help.

For his sake, he had better.

Donny signaled them to quiet down, as the soldiers returned. The officer's interest had shifted from (Y/n) to Aldo. They hauled the southerner to his feet. "What the fuck!? Don't you fucking touch me you Kraut fu-!" He was silenced by a punch to the stomach. Aldo knelt forward, and the men dragged him inside the newly found basement. The silence that settled could have killed (Y/n).

Her stomach pooled with dread, as her mind came up with alarming scenarios. The dog watcher's began to move around the perimeter. Time was running out, and Aldo could be in danger.

(Y/n) felt her eyes shift to the roof of the house, where she saw more movement. At first, it arose to look like another hidden Kraut, but Wicki was always the more stealthy of the group. Donny used to joke that he should have been called Ghost. Wicki detected her eyes on him, and with swift hand gestures, (Y/n) knew immediately what to do.

She watched the Krauts move toward the basement entrance, where they were unconsciously inching closer and closer to Wicki.

"Give me your knife." She told the man, and he immediately handed it to her. Once the Krauts backs were turned, she rushed the shorter one, plunging the knife into his neck. The dog was swift business as well, and (Y/n) was sure the dog was the only one she actually felt bad for.

The other Kraut didn't even have time to react. Wicki retracted his blade from the German's throat, with a satisfied smile on his face. (Y/n) stood in her usual stoic expression, looking to the basement. It was odd how the commotion didn't bring the officer back, but (Y/n) was going to get him soon enough. Right when she took the next step, a loud bang echoed, catching the trio off guard.

"Fucking hell!" Donny yelled, covering his ears, and Wicki cursed in German under his breath. (Y/n)'s heart picked up in pace, for she would recognize that sound anywhere.

It was a gunshot.

The Russian wasted no time in bolting in the basement, where she was greeted with a fairly large storage area. "Wicki, Donny, get your asses down here." (Y/n) whispered.

The trio descended into the basement, quiet as mice. Which was kind of surprising for (Y/n), seeing as Donny was a literal giant compared to both her and Wicki.

(Y/n) couldn't shake her anxiety.

Please be alive.

For the love of God be alive.

They soon reached a spacey room, it not having been filled with extra supplies. It wasn't until the trio turned the corner that the wave of relief washed over. Aldo was sat against the wall, a freshly fired gun in his left hand and a newly dead Kraut on the floor. He had a wild-like grin on his face. “Took you long enough.” Aldo laughed. He got to his feet, and before he was about to say anything more, he was wrapped in an almost bear-like hug. Needless to say, it caught the men by surprise.

(Y/N) buried her face in Aldo’s chest, muttering words of gratitude. “Thank God, you're alive…” she whispered, like she didn't want the others to hear her. Aldo chuckled softly, wrapping his own arms around the woman. “Im glad i made it too, darlin’.” He said. “Donny, Wicki. Go get the others and lets haul as many of these crates as we can. We gonna need it pretty soon.” He ordered. Donny and Wicki were smiling ear to ear, like a couple of school children, and Aldo was the older kid swatting them away.

“Sure, Lieutenant. We’ll see you two later.” Donny teased. “Much later.’’ Wicki finished before they both exited the basement, not forgetting to scalp the Krauts on their way. Now Aldo and (Y/N) were alone, still in each other's arms. Aldo felt eyes on him, so he looked down and saw something that he never thought he would see.

(Y/N) was smiling up at him.

She looked the happiest she had ever been throughout this whole thing. “Is that smile for ol’ me, darlin’?’’ Aldo teased, earning himself a semi serious punch in the arm. “Be quiet.” She replied softly. “Were you worried about me?” He continued. “Of course I was worried. You were gone and then the gunshot. Oh, you get the idea.” She replied in frustration. Aldo smiled, taking her face in his rough hands. He brought their lips together in a sudden kiss, which made (Y/N) gasp softly. The kiss held desperation, and a longing most beautiful.

People are willing to do wild things, when all seems lost.

They pulled away from each other, eyes peering into one another. Sea blue into (e/c).

“Smile for me again, would ya’?”

And she did.

Everyday.

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