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Really shitty horses because I didn’t want to draw horses

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Get hyped

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What are Friedrichs hobbies, dreams, quirks? give me anything

(Copy and pasted from my artfight profile for the character)

Name: Friedrich

Nickname: Fritz

Last Name: Neumann

Race: human

Hair: dirty blonde, slightly middle length

Eyes: brown

Height: 5'7''

Distinguishing Features: almost exclusively talks in german (doesn't know English aside from a few words) and is pretty soft spoken

Pronouns: he/him

Date of Birth: 12 may 1928 (16 yo)

Nationality: German

Place where he lives: lives in Munich with his parents and grandmother, currently stationing in France for warfare

Religion: Protestant Catholic

Story: former German Wehrmacht soldier who decided to turn coat and go fight alongside the American army. Had to join the army unwillingly due to a mishap in the birth register (who mistook him as his late older brother who would've just turned 18) and the fact that negation would end up with a treason charge

Personality: quiet, perseverant, sensitive,

Sexual Orientation: straight

Gender identity: cis man

Mental illnesses: post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)

Job: soldier in the American army

Fears/Phobias: loud booming/screaming-like noises and pretty much anything warfare related

Likes: jazz/swing music (especially Glenn Miller) , reading, gardening, helping others, warm weather, working at the family's glasses shop

Dislikes: feeling useless, excessively sweet foods, places with too many people, insects, loud noises

Sisters/Brothers: only child

How he usually dresses: usual 1940's fashion, uniforms and borrowed military clothes

Timeline: 1944/1945

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Prev you can't just leave this in the tags

none of you "robotfuckers" would dare stick your dick in chatgpt

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Accidentally deleted a good chunk of what I wrote. Feeling sad

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-Freeze response-

He stood there, completely frozen, as he heard the tanks and the Panzers fight in the distance. The Paks were destroying the troop, and Sergeant Pierson and Private Daniels were over on the field phone.

He was absolutely terrified, weak in his legs and unable to breathe regularly. He gasped, desperately trying to suck in air, as he trembled and felt nauseous. He tried his best not to cry, but he couldn't keep it in. He felt awful for bawling on the battlefield, as nobody else was doing so nor ever did, but everything just felt like way too much. He slid against the wall, collapsing on the ground, and curled up on himself. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to be able to calm himself down. He was convinced he was going to die, and so would all his teammates. The minutes seemed to last hours, and the fear never seemed to end. People kept fighting, but he couldn't bring himself to move.

The tank troops responded through the field phone; out of everything they said, he could only catch "clear", one of the few words he had learned to make combat a little bit easier. His arm got grabbed suddenly, and he got pulled up on his feet by a fellow soldier. They ran, while the kid kept his head down and tried his best not to stumble in his tracks. His heart was hammering incessantly against his ribcage.

«MG! Get off the streets!» The enemy mowed down on the troops in front of them. Friedrich tried shooting, but his teary eyes and shaking hands made it impossible to aim. He dragged himself inside a bombed building and hid behind a wall, gasping and wheezing for air as he pressed on his chest and felt his heartbeat through his fingers. His eyes were wide and he couldn't stop crying.

«Come on, buddy, we need you over here!» he heard. With all his willpower, he got up, wiped his tears, and shakingly sprung back into action. He stayed near Daniels, who redirected him when needed and guided him through the fight. His aim was awful, his grip on the gun was weak and he could barely walk.

Friedrich managed to catch some breath in a moment of quiet, all the enemy troops seemed to have gathered inside the hotel. He still was afraid and stressed out of his mind, but he controlled himself just enough to keep himself sane. He wiped in tears and apologized. Pierson couldn't even scold him, everything he could have said was useless given the language barrier.

He stayed slightly behind as they rushed to the hotel, taking in the sight of his destroyed country in between the fighting. He wasn't familiar with this region, but it still brought him immense sadness to see it reduced this way. Eventually, they ended up in a basement. It was dark, and it smelled awfully of drenched wood. A little kid's voice was heard from somewhere inside the basement, and Daniels approached them with a chocolate bar. He gripped his firearm tight, preparing himself in case of an ambush. He almost shot the civilian woman who rushed in with a rifle to grab what seemed to be her daughter. Then one, two three, four, more civilians came out of their hiding spot. The woman begged the Sergeant, which dismissed them quickly and told them he didn't speak German. Friedreich's eyes widen when he hears another American soldier, Zussman, talking in his language. His pronunciation is unsure and not fluent, but it's clear enough to be understood.

It made sense; the complicit looks, the way he seemed to understand him on the fly, the immediate responses... He stared at the man, partially angry at him for not speaking in German with him from the get go and letting him stumble in the dark for so long.

Friedrich wasn't the only one surprised at Zussman's ability, Pierson being also frustrated at what other things he must be hiding from them. Yet Zussman seemed almost ashamed of speaking German, so Friedrich didn't nag him too much. He stayed behind as Aiello and Daniels went to fetch the truck to rescue the citizens.

"Fritz" felt betrayed, in a certain sense. Like he wasn't important enough to be spoken with. Like he was just an expendable prop sent to die with a foreign troop. Just a scared Kraut somewhere he shouldn't be.

«"why did you hide this from me?"» He asked Zussman, finally comfortable enough to speak properly in his native language. «"I didn't want it to be known"» Zussman responded. «"why not? Are we too filthy to earn your respect? You're better off dead than a Kraut, right?"» Pierson got in between the two before Friedrich could get even more irritated. «Quit it, you two.» He scoffed and stepped back, knowing that getting angry wouldn't help his "violent German" image. He sighed and sat down, curling up and resting his head on his knees.

@justcommander @officer-rabs

Masterlist:

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Sick

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MAY YOUR DAY BE YAOIFUL ON THIS YAOI DAY EVERYONE 🥳🎉👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💞

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tag yourself as an emoji from each of the categories

💀🌙🧋🎸🚀⛓️🌀🏳️‍⚧️

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well this fucking sucks

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Would you be comfortable with others drawing your OC alongside theirs? Just being curious ..no hidden agenda hehe

Of course!! You have no idea how happy that'd make me! :D <3

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never "look inside" yourself btw i just tried it and there was already someone in there looking back it was so awkward

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@littleguypumpkinsheep this is how I see you btw

rednote is the only good social media because its the only one that consistently shows me lambs from xinjiang in little hats

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About time I made a Masterlist :3

Title: Child of war

Faulty rifle

The Barracks

Wounded and bruised

Celebration

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