#husaria

[beautyofpoland]

[surfingkaliyuga]

“Polish Winged Hussar Bannerman” Piotr Arendzikowski 2015

[mika1683]

HUSAAARIA

Anakin in Polish 16th-18th century "winged" cavalry's armor

Part one/Dooku in fancy armor

[restless-witch]

something something Geralt wearing Husaria armor is that anything?

[widevibratobitch]

mówta co chceta ale wszelkie keysmashe czy lol&lmao nie mają nawet startu do jednego porządnego XD

[aychama]

I dunno if you know about Husaria (Polish Hussars), but I think you'll like the arrmor (Yes, I'm talking about the wings)

Oh damn! Thats really awsome looking 👀👀 *saves*

[j4nusz]

My brain : Wow! my favourite band made a Lyric Video in my language. My heart : HUSARIA!!!!!!!!!!!! POLSKA!!!!!!!!!!

[atropus-belladonna]

Silly Game Time: I just removed an entire wall from the exterior of my local town hall (as one does) so that it can be replaced with srained glass. Now the only question is what the stained glass should depict ...

You get to suggest the subject for one-third of it, no matter how abstract or concrete, vague or defined, serious or silly, complex or simple!

The Charge of Vienna, the largest cavalry charge in history, led by the Husaria, Polish Winged Hussars, to save the city of Vienna from being overrun by Ottoman Turks in the 17th century

[petermorwood]

Ahem (diplomatic cough) the face-guard is upside down.

Repro:

Real:

New armor got here today! Winged Hussar kit is now 95% complete. I have all the armor, the sabre, and the zupan. Now I just need to build my wings.

[witekspicsoldpostcards2]

German husaria / Husaren -> commemorative military post card with Kaiser.

[sar3nka]

polska bialo-czerwoni

HUSARIA 🇵🇱 HURRA 💪 POLACY 🦅

[bonjourxrenae]

🇮🇪 🇵🇱 IREPOL FANFIC ARCHIVE 🍀 👑

Scéalta le Casadh by bonjourxrenae (@bonjourxrenae)

A historical one-shot about their first meeting - what starts as humble research becomes a quiet whirlwind romance:

Doctor O’Connor figured the best way to learn more about a nation was to glean that information from another nation. It had been the only reason Ireland came to Warsaw: to interview Poland, gather information, and help edit the manuscripts. In truth, he had become enchanted by the land during the few months he had stayed in Warsaw. The people were kind and devout, the kind of people Ireland felt warmest around. He had brought his flageolet and played for the children on the streets. The food and the folk dances comforted him, sunrises and sunsets were clear, and the reflection of the moon on the waters of the rivers and lakes had all but taken him under. He had become enamored. He understood what the doctor meant. He had to know more.

M’fhíorghrá / My true love by Felicja_Julieanne (@felicja-j)

A soft one-shot, wherein the two have other plans that don't involve staying at the UN formal:

“You’ve talked with your boss already, right?” “Yeah, but he ditched me the first occasion he had. Why?” Ireland smiles at him. “In that case, he knows you’re here. No one said we have to stay til the very end.” He pulls Poland a little closer, and lets himself rest his head against Poland’s hair. No one is looking in their direction anyway. “How about you run away with me, love?”

Of Irish coffee and milk tea by Felicja_Julieanne (@felicja-j)

A collection of drabbles, ranging from soft and domestic, to angst with character death.

A Game of Guinness Telephone by Husaria (@lithuanias)

Meet-cute Human AU one-shot, in which a stranger buys Ireland a pint at the pub... then promptly leaves before he can get a word in:

Alfred returned with another Guinness. Seán blinked. “Thanks, but I’m not even done—” “Oh, I know,” said Alfred. “This is from—” He gestured towards an empty barstool at the end of the car. “—he just left.” Seán swiveled around to look at the front door. “Who left?” “Some guy. He ordered you a Guinness. I…I thought he wanted to talk to you.” “Who was he?” “Beats me,” said Alfred. “First, he asked if we carried…a…I can’t even pronounce it and then just ordered a Guinness. I think we carry the beer he mentioned…Do we—?” Seán sipped his stout. “Did you get a name?” “Nope. Had an accent. I think he was Polish.” “What’d he look like?” “A bit shorter than you. Blond. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. Oh, and he had a white cat with him.”

The Seal Lord by bonjourxrenae (@bonjourxrenae)

Fantasy AU multi, featuring Ireland as a selkie and Poland as the young dignitary who accidentally summons him:

It was hard to say how much time had passed, or how many tears he’d wept. Get it together, he told himself, slapping his cheeks until his senses returned. Feliks breathed in the salty air, filled his lungs with the chill so deep it almost hurt. While he had the time, he listened to the hush of the waves against the shore, the cry of the gulls overhead… The airy sound of a tin whistle playing close by… Feliks turned toward the sound. In the haze of sundown, he saw him: a tall man with copper red hair bent over a stone, his feet buried in the sand. He was soaked to the bone, dressed in nothing but what appeared to be a large fur skin, glossy from the salt water. As he played, his thin fingers fluttered over the sound holes, trilling every other note. It was a song Feliks did not recognize, yet felt drawn to all the same. As he approached, the sand shuffled noisily beneath his shoes. The strange man drew away from the flute and looked over his shoulder at Feliks, a boyish smile curled on his lips. “Ah, so you’re the one what called for me.”

Sleepless by Felicja_Julieanne (@felicja-j)

A deeply emotional Human AU, in which Feliks realizes he's asexual and comes out to his partner:

Seán walks up to him, and sits on the other side of the windowsill seat. The moonlight shining on his face makes him seem more pale than usual, but it accents all the right angles, and seems to highlight all his freckles. Feliks almost wants to ask to paint him like this. Maybe another night. “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” Feliks answers. Too quick, he then realizes. “I just, uhm. Can’t sleep, I guess.” Seán raises his brows, and smiles. “And my guess, is that you’re lying.” Feliks feels his breath catch in his throat. “Y’know… whatever it is, you can tell me.” “There’s not-,” his first instinct is to defend himself, but then… he doesn’t. Avoiding this conversation has been draining him mentally. As much as Feliks is terrified to bring it up, he wants to talk to someone. He needs to. “I’ve- … It’s been a weird couple of weeks, I guess.” “Is everything okay?” Seán asks with concern. He leans forward, his hand on Feliks’s leg. He smiles with reassurance, but Feliks sees something else in his eyes. He must be worried, and Feliks doesn’t exactly blame him. He’s been way too distant lately. No wonder Seán knows something is going on. Feliks is terrible at hiding things. He turns to the window, resting his forehead against the cold glass, and closes his eyes for a moment.  “No, it’s not.”

[oreo-cookies-fan]

yeah so I'm rereading all fics in the jedtavius tag on AO3 at 3:00 am again, and I'm just chilling, I read another one, nice nice, there's some lovely authors notes on this one, their Tumblr url hmmm I wonder if they're still active I'll just take a peek look what they're into now.

Oh they exist! Nice nice. Scrolling through, reblogging memes I like, drop a follow, fun

BAM POLISH

Fuck yeah siema siema! Zawsze fajnie kogoś spotkać niespodziewanie, powodzenia w dryfowaniu po otchłani internetu, i w pisaniu przede wszystkim :)

OMG, PIEROGI, HUSARIA, HYMN! Siema, ziomeczkx! Też mam taki totalny zaciesz, jak widzę, ze jakiś fajny random jest od nas!

Super, że napisałxś, dzięki bardzo, bo zrobilo mi to dzień! 😊 Miłego wieczoru życzę i samych dobrych Jedtaviusowych fików!

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Husaria: Na skrzydłach Bożych (Pieśń w Staropolszczyźnie | Video AI)

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Czy HUSARIA jest przereklamowana? Dr R.Sikora i jego najnowsze odkrycia.

[sparrrorow]

HUSARIA SPOTTED, POLAND MENTIONED 🇵🇱🇵🇱🇵🇱🦅🦅

Mouse Armor by Jeff De Boer