#countryhumans ahe

[k1ng0k]

[kiselwp]

[th34tr3-k1d]

"Your voice is so FAR AWAY"

"捨ててきた夢をあつめてちょっと ちょっと 間違えたからああ「時に 時に 躓いたって」寒い 寒い 寒い 寒い 寒い寒い 寒い 寒い 寒い 寒い寒い 寒い 寒い 寒い 言い寄らないでああ 君の 君の 君の声が遠い 遠い 遠い 遠い 遠い遠い 遠い 遠い 遠い 遠い遠い 遠い 遠い 遠い 傷つけないで"

"Gathering up the dreams I'd thrown away, I made a little mistake, Ah, "Even if sometimes I stumble" Cold, cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold, cold, don't come after me Ah, your, your, your voice Far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, don't hurt me"

[ikarus-angel]

DAY 24. - DESPAIR

Oh no the consequences of my own actions, how could this happen :/

[clicks-b0mb]

Help me.

I just fell into a rabbit hole that I cannot escape

Guess I'll also be making countryhuman content

I apologise in advance

So....uh...

What's your country's biggest flex?

[goodyankeedeadyankee]

USAMex! Woolanda ❤️💚🤍💙

No se, mis viejos seguidores sabrán de que antes de Amanda, yo hacía contenido de countryhumans 👍

Y por lo tanto, me MAMAN las parejas con dinámica usamex <333

Ah, y un recordatorio.

Échenle nitro para los insultos y mínimo LEAN mi biografía, no sean nacos.

I fucking-hate ATA’s gringo fandom.

[weirdestbooks]

The Puppet Master (Wattpad | Ao3)

Bonus Oneshot for the Consequence of Loyalty

Philippines had been dreading seeing Japan again. Now trapped behind the glass eyes of a puppet, he shuddered to think about what she might do to him now that he no longer had any way of fighting back. He had been worried, and if he had control of his body, he would have been pacing, trying to do anything to soothe the anxiety that wriggled in his stomach.

What he was faced with wasn’t what he expected.

“Philippines, it is so good to see that you have arrived safely. A bit thin, but that’s to be expected after being held captive in the jungle for so long. We’ll be sure you get enough rations to rebuild your strength,” Japan said upon his arrival, as Philippines stayed still and frozen in his spot in the Japanese truck, only staying upright because of the soldiers on either side of him.

He wished he could speak. He wanted to argue, to show her that he was not a prisoner until she made him, that he fought of his own free will because he was fighting for his land and his people. Was she really so deluded to think that Philippines supported her?

“Ma’am, he’s—” one of the soldiers began before Japan cut him.

“Ah, yes, my apologies. Philippines, you can stand and walk of your own accord. I forgot that you would still be frozen. Come, join me. We have much to catch you up on about your government,” Japan said. Philippines felt a cold feeling sink into his stomach as his body stood against his will, jumping out of the back of the truck and walking over to Japan.

He fought it the entire way over. It didn’t do anything. Philippines felt sick. He wanted to cry and scream and throw up, but all he did was stand beside Japan with an empty face and a still form.

“Come with me, Philippines,” Japan said, and Philippines was forced to follow. He fought it every step of the way, but it did nothing, and Japan continued, seemingly oblivious to the teeth and claws struggle Philippines was waging against his own body. 

Philippines wished that she knew. That she could tell that despite the blank gaze and obedience his body gave towards her, Philippines did not feel the same way and that he hated her for dragging him into a useless war.

Independence had been so close that he could taste it. She ripped that away from him, ripped his body away from him.

It wasn’t fair!

Philippines finally stopped when he and Japan entered an apartment, and her voice very quickly ordered him to.

“This is going to be our home when I’m able to be here. Of course, the war will keep me busy, but I hope to move most of our children here until a proper place is prepared in Tokyo,” Japan began immediately, creating a whole range of questions.

Their children? Philippines had never had children with Japan before. And was she going to be living with him? What was she talking about? 

Philippines wanted his voice back, to voice the questions that plagued his mind. Japan didn’t even seem to notice that he couldn’t talk back, just talking and talking about what their life together was going to be like.

Philippines was suddenly hit with a horrible realization.

Did…did Japan think that Philippines was in love with her? Was that what this was about? Taking away his free will, his country, his people, his autonomy, just….just to play house with her? Was she fucking insane?

Japan finally seemed to break out of planning…planning their life together (the idea of it made Philippines feel sick. For all his Padre’s flirting, countryhumans never felt any sort of romantic or sexual attraction. It conflicted with their nature, so for her to feel…feel something like this must be a sign of her madness), and she smiled at him.

“Please, Philippines, sit down. This is your home as well as mine,” Japan ordered. Philippines’ legs nearly collapsed as his body attempted to lower itself to the floor as quickly as possible. Japan frowned, and Philippines wanted to grit his teeth in anger.

She ordered him to sit down. He had no control over anything and couldn’t do anything to affect his body, so what the fuck was she frowning about?

“I meant on the furniture, not the floor,” Japan said, grabbing his arm and forcing him onto the couch. Philippines wished his face could display his confusion. If she meant couch, why didn’t she say that? His body only took commands from her. She needed to tell him what she wanted if his body was going to do anything.

Philippines hated this. He hated this more than he had before. He wanted to cry. He wanted his body back again. He wanted to go home, to his real home, not this place Japan crafted to feed her delusions.

“It…it is good to see you again,” Japan said, sounding…flustered.

Oh god, she really was delusional. But Philippines couldn’t say anything. He just sat on the couch, limbs a mix of stiff and limb, in an uncomfortable position he couldn’t free himself from.

Philippines hoped that Kentucky was fairing better than he was.

“I know this is not the most ideal approach, but it was the best way to keep you out of American hands,” Japan continued. Philippines couldn’t tell if she was referring to the invasion or the puppet state. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Both things were utterly deplorable actions. 

“But, now that you are safe, we can begin discussing the future,” Japan said. “Therefore, I permit you to speak. You’re lucky I had some other puppets to practice the extent of the control on, too.”

Philippines tried to open his mouth and was surprised when it actually moved. Every other part of his body still remained frozen under Japan’s control, but at least he now had this little bit of control back. It was something.

“Can I have back the rest of my body?” Philippines blurted it out before he could even think of anything else. He hated this. He hated being trapped; it was his body, and if Japan could give him back control over his mouth, she could give him back the rest of his body.

“Not yet. You will before the war is over, I can promise you that, but I need to ensure some things first,” Japan said.

“Like what?” Philippines asked, grateful he had the chance to talk even if every other part of his body was locked away.

“How do you feel about America?” Japan asked. Philippines paused. He could give the answer Japan probably wanted and be allowed to continue conversing, but at the same time…he couldn’t give up on his morals, even if that hurt him down the line.

“I wish he never took my independence from me, and I cannot deny that we have had some rough patches, but…he’s giving me back my independence. And he never made me a puppet. I’d rather be back with him than with you,” Philippines said. Anger flashed across Japan’s face, and Philippines wished he had enough control that he could straighten his back and look Japan in the eye and show her he was not afraid.

“I see. I will have to remove your permission to speak then. I do not want to do this, but…” Japan began to trail off, shaking her head, and Philippines went to speak, but his mouth was already glued shut again.

He wanted to sob.

But his sorrow was hidden by empty doll eyes.

“America has manipulated you. I know you don’t want this, Phil. I know you want to be away from them—finally free, and I promise I will do everything in my power to give you that,” Japan said. The hypocrisy sicked Philippines, but there was nothing he could do.

The puppet that Japan had turned him in to keep him still.

[conradforrest]

I wasn't planning on digitizing this but boredom got the better of me and the only thing I do moderately well is drawing. Ah yes, I have the headcanon that Vonel has a cat, but the animal doesn't even live with him

And Drixphobia doesn't have a countryhuman version... for now, but maybe it will in the future when I find a good concept that fits the lore

[latinotiktok]

bueno ya que estamos con countryhumans inauguro confesionario. cuando tenia como 10 años estaba viendo pakapaka y pasaban uno de esos programas en los que entrevistan a niños de distintas partes del pais y hacen un recorrido por su casa y hablan de sus hobbys etc. justo estaban entrevistando a una chica de como 13 años que hacia dibujos digitales y los subia a deviantart, a mi me agarro curiosidad y me meti a ver que onda y me encuentro con q la chica hacia puro fanart de hetalia y tenia sus propios ocs de hetalia de los paises de latam . y digo ok raro. procedo a olvidarme de esto por el resto de mi vida. cuestion que años despues estaba con amigos buscando cosos de countryhumans para reirnos y me encuentro con una argentina q dibuja countryhumans y reconozco el nombre de la cuenta y es la misma persona que tenia ocs de hetalia. y salio en pakapaka. y decia en la descripcion que ahora tiene como 26 años y ahora es docente ???? y dibuja countryhumans. ahora mismo hay algun curso de secundario con una profe de lengua que dibuja porno de countryhumans. esta informacion me pegó mucho pero nunca supe que hacer con ella así que ahora la comparto gracias y amén. ah también me crucé con otro que tenia una selfie en lo que claramente era el gimnasio de mi secundario. bueno eso es todo gracias👍

NO TE LA PUEDO CREER, NO ME LA CONTEINER

[amaryria]

🥮Mid-Autumn Fes '24

featuring MACAU!! HONG KONG!! CHINA AND TAIWAN!!

also Cotai and Portugal appearance now eat ur mooncakes comrades and EAT IT eat IT (this is on ao3 also but i wanted to post it here)

I decided not to add china and taiwan to the tags list since this kind of leans to the countryhumans side; and that iirc china in hetalia is a man and taiwan's a female but its reversed here. Nonetheless enjoy THE MOONCAKES and if ur a hetalian pretend this is like a different universe

not beta read!!1 Im so sorry

I yawned as I played my cards with Cotai and then grabbed my wine cup, of which was filled with juice and then chugged it. “ When’s Portugal coming? “ Cotai asked and I just shrugged. “ He probably forgot about me, “ I said and then put down a card.

At the same time the doorbell rang. So I set down my cup as the remaining juice sloshed in it and then got off the ground, and opened the door quickly but not too harshly. Then I blinked at the person in front of me—Portugal.

“ Ah, Macau my amigo! “ Portugal gave me a grin and patted me on the shoulder. I looked at his hand, and then to his face. “ Portugal, “ I just sputtered out.

“ Yeah? “ He looked into the room and I swear Cotai waved at him. “ Tell me if China’s being a terrible mom, I’ll take you back if she does. “

I shook my head and just gave a smile of relief. “ No, no, she isn't. I’m just surprised and happy that you’re here. “ Then I looked back to see Cotai running over and shoving a mooncake into Portugal’s hands.

“ Eat it, “ He said with a grin and then fixed his socks. He’s a messy kid.

“ Alright, alright. Now you kids have fun, happy.. “ Portugal looked around awkwardly. " Mid-Autumn Festival. Right, have fun! “ He said as he waved, and then turned around to run off.

Then I just shook my head and watched him disappear into the streets, and then closed the door. Unfortunately China was in the kitchen earlier and she took some osmanthus wine out from the fridge, walked down to the coffee table me and Cotai sat earlier, and set it down with a few cups. “ Cotai, you don't drink this, okay? “

He just gave a reluctant nod and looked at me before running out of the house. I went to the floor and sat on it, my legs curled up in front of me. “ Hong Kong should be back and Taiwan’s in his room. “

And then Taiwan looked out from his room, to the wine and at China. “ I love that. But not you. “ He stepped out in a changshan and then sat next to her on the couch, as she was wearing a cheongsam.

I sighed and looked around, the three of us waiting for Hong Kong to show up any moment. “ Of course you don't, “ China crossed her arms as she looked down on me.

“ What? “ I looked up at her. “ Aren't we supposed to wait for him to come back— “

“ —And look who’s late. “ Taiwan chuckled as he looked at the door, Hong Kong coming in and ruffling his hair. “ You should be punctual. “

He rolled his eyes and closed the door by kicking it. Not too harsh. “ Yeah, yeah whatever.. “ He took off his shoes and then scrambled over to me, nearly making me fall down. I nudged him on the shoulder and he gave a grin.

“ So sorry, now whatever. “ He looked at the wine bottle and the cups as China filled them slowly. “ We drink? “

“ Yes, “ China said after finishing pouring the fourth and last cup. She took a cup herself as the other three of us did.

“ But are we not drinking our lives away? “ Hong Kong asked and I just chuckled. “ We are but.. it doesn't matter. “

“ Now, “ Taiwan said and then raised his cup. “ Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all of you. “

And so we clinked our cups, and drank our life away as my brother said, and then admired the moon. It didn't really matter. And ate mooncakes. And I wish all of you readers.. a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

[th34tr3-k1d]

"Everybody loves me!"

"Oh my, feels just like I don't try

Looks so good, I might die!

All I know is everybody loves me!

Head down

Swingin' to my own sound!

Flashes in my face now

All I know is -

Everybody loves me!

Everybody loves me!"

I love this man, he's so goofy looking :3/pos

[germanyballartsandanimations]

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[weirdestbooks]

Love Letters Between Ancient Tahiti and France (Wattpad | Ao3)

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This collection of letters was compiled after the French Republic reached out to the Countryhumans Research Archival Project in order to set the record straight on her relationship with the Countryhuman of Ancient Tahiti. France and Ancient Tahiti were lovers and despite the evidence proving that, many historians choose to describe them as “very good friends” because they are both women. France, annoyed by this, has given us photocopies of many of the letters exchanged, as well as an interview discussing the course of their relationship, so we can, in her words, “make those homophobic historians see what really happened.”

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Recording of an Interview with France, 28 February 2022, Transcribed and Translated from French by Pierre Roux.

[Start recording]

Interviewer: Interview with the Countryhuman of France about her relationship with the Countryhuman of Ancient Tahiti. Good morning, France. I must thank you again for contacting us about wanting an interview.

France: Of course I did. If people are going to be idiots and assume that I am a straight woman who didn’t spend the first twenty years of my life in a relationship with a woman, and a woman of color at that, I’m going to make sure no one pretends to be confused about the nature of our relationship anymore.

Interviewer: People could always just not listen to the interview. While we aren’t as obscure as we used to be, people might not want to learn.

France: Ugh, of course, humans wouldn’t. It’s these kinds of circumstances that led to me castrating Napoleon back in…1812, I think it was?

Interviewer [shocked]: You did WHAT?

France [smugly]: They don’t teach you that in your history classes, do they? Now, back to my Tahiti. Oh, that was a time. I was a new nation and eager to prove my worth. It didn’t help that many people believed I should follow the example of the France before [Transcribers Note: Referring to the Kingdom of France] and be a country that stays at home and makes the government look all pretty. I would not do that. I was born of blood and struggle, and that is the life I wanted. After the War of the First Coalition, when I had proven myself as a republic and as a countryperson, my government wanted me to rapidly expand my knowledge of the world. The one before may have been a fool and a coward, but she had been more traveled and educated than me, and my government wanted to rectify that. Not to mention, they were getting a lot of hate for having a female nation on the front lines, and they wanted me out of the way. 

Interviewer: Did they choose to send you to Tahiti?

France: They wanted me in Egypt, but I had heard stories of the Oceania isles, and I was curious, so I decided we would go there, and I could Go back to my land once I was tired and done there.

Interview: And by Go, you mean—

France: The teleportation, yes. When I first arrived in Tahiti in 1798…well, I should start by saying I was born when the Catholic church was banned in my land. So, while many of my people were Catholics, my government supported that stupid religion that had been invented, and I, in the chaos of that, would not practice anything. I started practicing Catholicism after Napoleon came into power. So…1800, 1801, perhaps. That is why, when I first saw my Tahiti, I did not feel my crush, and my love for her was a sin. That silly idea had not been taught to me. 

Interviewer: So, you have always been comfortable with your queerness?

France [laughing]: Oh, Pierre, I have always been comfortable with myself. I know who I am, even if everyone else doesn’t. 

Interviewer: How did your relationship start?

France: Ah, poorly. I would love to paint myself as being suave and sexy in this, but I was a lovestruck fool, and I won’t distort history to save face. Besides, you’ll get my letters. I was…perhaps a little too desperate for her love. But my Tahiti had this grace about her, that confidence and power, and she was awe-inspiring. She was beautiful, too. Her people called her a goddess, and I believed it. She was more beautiful than Aphrodite, a goddess of beauty to make all others jealous. In my mind, then and now forever, she was the image of exquisite perfection. 

Interviewer: It sounds like you really loved her. But what was the start of your relationship?

France: Ah, right. Well, I was very confident at the time, perhaps overconfident, and I was convinced that Tahiti would be impressed by me. I wanted to impress her because I felt I could not live up to her centuries of life. Tahiti, I think she found me funny at first. She had an air of power like any empire, an air that drew you in and made you admire her power, and I watched her twist many people around her finger with just a few short words. She was so beautiful in those moments when her beauty became a deadly kind of power.

Interviewer [concerned]: That sounds like a red flag.

France: There are details about this relationship that would horrify humans and would be seen as abusive. But this was a country-country relationship. There are inherently going to be power dynamics put into place. Was it toxic being with her? Maybe. Was she perhaps manipulating me? Maybe. But she made me happy and made me feel loved and adored. It is the same love I feel with human partners. I will not call it toxic because we loved each other, and for a country relationship between a white country and a colored one, it was very, very good. Now, back on topic, Tahiti did not seem interested at first until we grew to know each other more, and she realized that my people would have me…what’s a good word…forced, I guess, forced me to give up my affection for women. I think…she hated that, and she was very eager to support my queerness. That grew into our love. Our collective hatred for people trying to control us.

Interviewer: You began to get along because you were powerful women with similar beliefs.

France: Yes, that is a good way of putting it. I think Tahiti and her people were also what gave me the god complex I had for so long. It was brought on by being around her and her people, being seen as a goddess. Then, I would go home and be told to be a woman, and I hated that. So I began to inflate my ego, which my Tahiti helped to do, as she told me I should be treated like a god. Combined with my religious confusion, I was… pushy, mean, demanding. Part of it was due to the fact that I was not being taken seriously as a woman due to the France from before me, but Tahiti pushed that mindset. World War Two brought me out of that, with…well, you know why. My point is, I think that was the only part I would see as toxic in any way.

Interviewer: Do you think your relationship would have continued if Ancient Tahiti had lived?

France: Yes, I do think so. It never weakened in her final years, and our love only grew stronger. I believe if we had more time it could have lasted many decades more. And even if our relationship had ended, I think we could have remained friends. I have thought much about those what-ifs over the years.

Interviewer: What was the reaction of people who you knew during that time period to your relationship?

France: Hatred, scorn, and…oh, what’s the word…hmm…people did not like it, that much was clear. It was used by my enemies in the Napoleonic Wars to attempt to destroy my standing as a country, and it was used by others to treat me as lesser. I was the godless nation, and many people believed that I was never going to be blessed by God. Some even believed that I was not a Holy Angel like the other countries but rather a demon sent by the Devil to plunge France into a godless age and make it the country of sinners and the Devil.

Interviewer: How did that make you feel?

France: I didn’t care. Sure, my dear Britain brought it up in almost every conversation, acting like he had some sort of high ground, like he wasn’t beating every colony that came under his control, and many of my politicians and leaders attempted to send me to a nunnery or some other religious place to save me from sin. It never worked because they could never keep me there. When I converted to Catholicism, I appeased some, as they believed they had “purified the demon” or some such nonsense, but I never stopped being open about the fact that I was queer. Eventually, the humans gave up. The countryhumans took longer, but they, too, just accepted that they could not change me from who I am and just resorted to using it for barbs and insults like it was insulting to be queer. 

Interviewer: Did you know anyone who admired you for being queer at that time?

France: I’ve had a few people tell me now that it was appreciated, but no one brought it up then; too hesitant to be seen as gay as well. Most preferred the closet then, as I’m sure you know. I think the closest and, mind you, that this was not admiration more of the closest queer experience I had with another properly-recognized nation was with Hawaii.

Interviewer: Don’t you two hate each other? I’ve seen your tweets.

France: I’d like to think we understand each other. But I first met her when she was…starting to be indoctrinated into internalized homophobia. I always tried to convince her to give that up because she had told me about a partner, a female partner, and I…I…I didn’t want her to hate herself. We are very close in age, and I felt I could find a…confidant in her, someone who understood. Of course, I was too late; Britain was already in her head. It was a shame, but I still tried.

Interviewer: Wasn’t Hawaiʻi related to Ancient Tahiti?

France: She is…the niece of my Tahiti. Hawaiʻi believed my Tahiti was her grandmother for a long time, however.

Interviewer: Oh, right, there was a significant age gap between you and Ancient Tahiti, right?

France: She was about 2300 years older than me.

Interviewer [shocked]: Holy…did the age gap ever bother you or anyone who knew?

France: The people who knew were more concerned by the fact I was sinning by fucking her. And no, it never bothered me. We countrypeople perceive age much differently than you. A country born yesterday is an adult, while a colony born three hundred years ago is a child. How we view age is based more on status than physical or chronological years. To me, my Tahiti and I were of equal status and, therefore, of similar age.

Interviewer: That’s strange.

France: What about us isn’t? Is there anything else related to my relationship with Tahiti that you would like to know about?

Interviewer: I know you have only given us a small sample of the surviving letters that you and Ancient Tahiti sent to each other. Is there anything about the letters or your correspondence that might not be covered in the letters provided?

France: Well, we had properly the world’s first long-distance relationship.

Interviewer: I don’t think that’s right.

France: Yes, it is now hush. Much of our relationship was done through letters. We did the letter version of sexting, and we grew as partners through our letters. I was the one to show Tahiti how to travel to that little world that countries only live in, and that allowed us to meet more often and be physically affectionate with one another. Many of the more private letters I will keep to myself, as those words are meant for myself and my Tahiti, but…the ones I gave, I think, will paint an accurate picture of how we grew as lovers.

Interviewer: Thank you for your time. I have no more questions, but is there anything else you’d like to say?

France: The next person who calls me and my Tahiti “very good friends,” I will be suing for defamation.

Interviewer: Agh, alright.

[recording ends]

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Letter from France to Ancient Tahiti, 12 June 1798. Translated from French by Pierre Roux. France says that this is the first letter she ever sent to Ancient Tahiti.

12 June 1798

Countryhuman of Tahiti

I hope you will excuse the lack of formalities in this letter. I have never been one for them, and you do not strike me as a woman who will mind if I am more open in this letter than another else would be. You are an intriguing woman, someone who has captured my thoughts and been the first countryhuman I have met that I would truly classify as holy and godlike. You are filled with a grace and beauty that the countries of Europe could never hope to replicate. I know that we have only known each other for a short time, but I wish that we could get to know each other more. You are more respectful to me than many of the other countryhumans I have met have been, and it is something I appreciate greatly. You recognize me as an equal, an equal in the unique power we share.

I came to your land in hopes of learning more about the world, in hopes of finding someone who appreciates me for who I am and, more importantly knows what I am. My people have not been the kindest nor the most understanding to me. They are unsure what to do with a new France that acts so differently from the old one. I’m sure you understand, after all, you have that countryhuman that so many of your people are determined to see as the new countryhuman for your land, and you must know the scorn that the supporters of that young one give you. However, our commonality is that we are both the true countryhuman in power over our land, but, unlike you, I am not respected for it. I am treated as if I am a mere human.

I don’t know exactly what I am writing this letter for. I want to start a correspondence, yes, but I really need not to bother you with my personal issues. There is just something about you that consumes my thoughts and makes me want to divulge my secrets and troubles to you. I am unsure if it is some power of our nature or simply a feeling that derives from your presence and power that you project, but you are the kind of woman that all women should strive to be. You are a being that could make Aphrodite herself jealous.

I wish you good health and good fortune for all the many hundreds of years to come.

Yours respectfully, 

The French Republic 

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Letter from Ancient Tahiti to France, approximately 1804. Translated from French by Pierre Roux. 

France,

I have heard that you have become involved in another war with the other nations of Europe. I wish you luck with that. While I am unsure of how war is conducted in your land, I know it is very different from mine, so I won’t try to offer any advice other than don’t be an idiot and use people’s perceptions of you as a weapon. Those have always served me well. However, I am confident that you will have victory. You may be young, but you are more competent than many other land spirits I’ve met.

I will admit I miss your company too. You are entertaining to talk to, and I enjoy getting to share stories and spend time together. It is a shame that our land has to be so far and that delivering letters takes so long. I wish to hear news faster and know what is happening in your land. I know you are having internal problems, and that, combined with the new war, makes me worry for you. Farāni, I do not want to lose you, not when I have just met you. We have barely begun to know each other in a way that surpasses who we are as goddesses, and I want to think that we could be friends for a long time.

You and I have much in common, and I wish to learn more about your styles of combat and your strange customs. You are fascinating and full of fury and courage that I have seen land spirits twice your age lack. When you return, I wish to learn from you and teach you. I am many hundreds of years old, and in all my years I have never met someone like you. You are strange and in many ways foreign, but that is what I like the most. I have grown somewhat bored and complacent in the repetitive day to day life I have lived here for the past thousand or more so odd years. You bring an excitement to my life that I have not felt in a long time. 

I thank you so much for that.

The last thing I wish to talk to you about concerns the captains from your nation, as well as other places in Europe, that visit. They do not speak positively of you, something that concerns me greatly. They do not understand that you are a goddess, that you are above them. They talk about you as if you were a common criminal. They speak as if your bold and fierce nature is a crime. They say they want to drain you of all that you are and turn you into something so terrible I cannot find the words for it.

They speak as if you, in all that you are, are wrong. It is most terrible. I would defend your honor on your behalf, but they respect me less than they respect you, and I know you would much rather fight your own battles. It disgusts me.

I hope you do well in your battles and show those other nations the Fārani that I know.

Tahiti

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Letter from Ancient Tahiti to France, approximately 1812. Translated from French by Pierre Roux. France informed us that her human name at the time was Catherine, and Ancient Tahiti often used the more Tahitian form of the name, Tatarina, in their letters.

Tatarina, 

I am so delighted to hear of what you did to Napoleon. I know you will regret it because he is your leader, and you are you, but you cannot argue that he did not deserve it. He has spent much of his reign trying to deny you your place and your purpose simply because you are a female in a relationship with me. It is against the very nature of the world for him to do that, and I am so happy that you showed him who you are and the consequences of going against the divine. Napoleon already disliked much about you, so it’s not like you are losing any sort of respect with the man.

Do not feel guilty about that. It is not your fault, and I find it very amusing. 

I have been practicing going to that strange world you showed me how to visit, and it has been very enlightening. I am glad that I now have the skill to be able to visit you more frequently, and be able to share my affection with you outside of just the words we write in these letters. It is far more fun and far better to see you in person. I still write to you, however, because I enjoy doing so, and the power of the written word will never stop being exciting to me. Your past letters also cheer me up, and I can read them when things involving that false god that calls itself a kingdom get rough.

Truth be told, my love, is that I am starting to believe that that kingdom will take my place, like how that Kingdom of Hawaiʻi took the place of my son. For the first time in my life, I am beginning to grow worried about the possibility of death. I have met many young countries recently, and it seems like the world is in the middle of a great change, where all the gods of old are being replaced by younger ones. Despite my worries, I ask you not to worry about me. I know you will because your heart is big and you care far too much about others (even if you don’t care about what they think of you) and know that even if I do die, it is far from your fault and that you made my last days some of the greatest and most exciting of my entire life.

I wish that there had not been this great change in the world, that so many people I knew and loved didn’t pass, for I wish I could have introduced you to my family the way I have with many of my other partners. I hope that you could have met my children and I yours. But between all those that have passed here and the endless wars you have been caught up in by Europe’s refusal to leave you in peace, I fear that that may not be possible for many more years.

I know those years will pass quickly for me, for I, as old as I am, see time so quickly pass. But with you being so young, I know those years will pass by slowly. As you have said many times in past letters, six months is too long for you. 

But if time truly does pass by slower for you, then perhaps, if I do only have a few short years left, those will feel like an eternity to you. 

With all the love I have to give, 

Tahiti

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Letter from Ancient Tahiti to France, approximately 1814. Translated from French by Pierre Roux. 

Tatarina, why is it that whenever I hear of you, you are at war? I know that you do not seem eager for it and that you blame the other nations of Europe, but why is it that they attack you and leave you unable to leave for a visit? Why do they keep you from me? I miss you, and visiting you in that world is not the same as when your mind is clouded by war and fear. 

I worry still that all this war will cause you to waste away into a shell of yourself. I have seen time change many, but I worry that if wars do not end for you, it will change you beyond repair. However, that depressing matter is not what I want to discuss today. I send you letters to bring you joy and hope in these hard times for you, not to bring you down with the ramblings of an old woman. However, my mind has been clouded recently, and I find it hard to keep myself thinking positively. I do not know if it is my fear for you, that you will eventually lose against superior numbers, or if it is the fact that meeting you made me begin to feel lonely when you aren’t around.

I am beginning to wish I had been more open to having human friends. I try now, but too many of them fear the goddess Tahiti, and the friendship I am trying to achieve feels more like worship. I know you have a human friend, and I want to know how you did that. How did you convince a human that although you may be a goddess, you can be just like them? How did you convince them you wanted to know them for friendship, not worship? I cannot figure it out, and you have a way with people. You have a way that I lack, and I think that is a flaw on my part. I did not understand how wonderful friendship really was until you.

It has been so many hundreds of years since I have had a true friend, and as much as I love you, you are far, far more than a friend to me. I hope that this request is not seen as silly by you. I can’t wait to see you again.

Much love, 

Tahiti

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Letter from Ancient Tahiti to France, approximately 1819. Translated from French by Pierre Roux. 

Tatarina,

My love, I write this with shaky hands, feeling weaker than ever. I write this with tears on my face and love in my heart, wishing that I was by your side so I could tell you this in person. I write this wishing I had the strength to travel to that in between so I could hold you one last time.

I write this, knowing I am about to die.

I have much to say, so I write this hastily. I do not know when death will come for me, and I do not want to pass before I can finish my last words to you.

First, you are not allowed to blame yourself for my death. The only person at fault is the kingdom and it’s foolish people, and those are the only people you are allowed to blame. Any guilt and anger you have should be placed on them, not on yourself. 

Second, you must get around to killing Britain at some point. He is annoying, and I know you dislike him greatly. I know for a fact that you are stronger and more capable than him, and I have faith that someday, you will be the victor in your rivalry. You can put an end to what your mother started with England all those years ago.

Third, I know you will lose your teacher of my language with me gone, but I implore you to seek out someone else who can teach you my language. You might not be the most fluent speaker, but the way you speak my language is beautiful, and I would hate for the world to lose that beauty just because I am gone.

Lastly, the time we had together, however short, was some of the best years of my life. I loved the time we spent together, and I love you so badly that the thought of leaving you behind hurts me more than any wound. I am not prepared to be the one to leave someone behind. Normally, I am left behind by others. I know that hurts like it is an old friend, and I know that my death will hurt you. But please, never be afraid to love again just because I am gone. The hurt of my death will fade in time, and any person you choose to be in a relationship with after I am gone will be a very lucky person indeed. I am fortunate to be your first love, and I am grateful that you were my last.

All my love, now and forever, 

Tahiti

[xxshadow-crysta1zxx]

Hello! I am the Crystal goddess (jk-), and this is my little comfy safe place. Feel free to vent or share weird interests! I’m in multiple fandoms, so requests are always welcome!

What fandoms I’m in?

Countryhumans

Planet humans

Countryballs

Demon Slayer

Cookie Run

Dream SMP

Danganrompa

Gacha

Genshin Impact

Black list…

I understand that people have headcanons, but these are just the basics.

R@pe/@buse story/art requests

Toxic ships like USSR X TR or Tanjiro X Nezuko

Strictly no NSFW

No proshipping

I’m not taking any writing requests for Danganrompa and Genshin Impact, but I’m willing to take art requests!

Please no unwanted criticism (for others. If fine with criticism.). And please remember criticism and hate are very different…

Please respect my opinions. Thank you~

I also make videos (animation and Gacha) so stay tuned for that!

Ah… look at the time! Well, it’s time for me to go! I shall see you in… well, whenever you wanna talk! Goodbye, and have a nice day/night~

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I posted 5,485 times in 2022

That's 5,417 more posts than 2021!

347 posts created (6%)

5,138 posts reblogged (94%)

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@the-haiku-bot

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I tagged 971 of my posts in 2022

#reblogging for my entertainment 👁 - 189 posts

#cars fandom - 121 posts

#multi rambles about stuff 🍭 - 114 posts

#touhou project - 112 posts

#incorrect quotes - 101 posts

#multi cannot shut up about cars 🚖 - 72 posts

#alphabet lore - 69 posts

#incorrect touhou quotes - 68 posts

#multi: gone wild! (ooc) 🎆 - 51 posts

#multi's asks - 48 posts

Longest Tag: 112 characters

#𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴...𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿...𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗦𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗱𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹𝘀! (character/oc friendships tag)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

*Female Libra landed.*

♎♀️: Ah, Hello ladies! I'm Female Libra. I've never seen you guys before. Wait, before you tell me your names, cards, tell me one of their names.

*The cards float out. The first one shows E, then Q, U, E, S, T, R, I and A*

♎♀️: Is one of your names Equestria?

61 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#4

Hello friends! I've come to send a message.

RASCIST COUNTRYHUMANS FANS FUCK OFF!

Y'all don't realize all the invisible damage you've done. Like, romanticize violent history between two countries? BIG NO! I don't need you racist bruhs on my dash. Get off my dash.

Reblog this to send awareness.

66 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

#3

A Roleplay.

My humanized X (Xandria) got bullied by a possessed WinterFlake. What has gotten into WinterFlake...?

See the full post

74 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#2

Picrew Challenge Part 2: Electric Boogaloo!

So, I decided to try picrew to find a character maker for a new Picrew Challenge since my other one blew up, and I found one... I made Princess Ukraine!

Now it's your turn to try!

Link here!

Tags:

(moots)

@ everyone else who wants to try!

103 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Picrew Challenge!

Make a video game about me for your OC! I already made mine.

Your Turn!

https://picrew.me/image_maker/1524872

Tags!

(Moots)

@ everyone else who wants to!

152 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

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Okay, this is awesome.

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AH COUNTRYHUMANS JUMPSCARE