#hws Siberia

[meliissa-art]

The first drawing I do for my OC Buryatia 💙

I still have to add more details and think about his name. I have thought on a bunch of names, such as Mergen (“wise”), Sodnom (“virtue”, this one has a Tibetan origin)

Perhaps his surname could be Barnzarov? Dorzhi Barnzarov was the first non-ethnic Russian to receive a PhD in a Russian university, so he was the first non ethnic Russian academic. I really love when OCs have names of notable people, that’s why I love the idea

Also, Buryatia had beef with Yakutia/Sakha, but they are more neutral nowadays. Or are they? 👀 We will see…

What do you guys think? What headcanons do you think that could fit him?

[irithnova]

About my Siberia ocs...

So I think it's important to balance their characterisation in a way in which they are distinctive characters with interesting personalities and backstories but also acknowledges the challenges they face without making their entire character essentially "They're sad all the time because of Russia" or "Stop talking about their struggles under Russia I don't like politics."

I think both are problematic however I find the latter to be far more distasteful because well. This is a nation personification OC we're talking about and not only that, they're essentially nations within a nation (Russia) by virtue of colonisation and so are minority groups within the larger nation. Hell - because of displacement and immigration from European Russia , a lot of these groups are minorities within their own lands. It's a special case when dealing with minority groups/occupied people personifications and it's particularly egregious when someone wants to forgo any kind of acknowledgement of these power imbalances yet still insists that their interpretation is sensitive.

I've seen some pretty bad OCs of Siberian groups which are the product of the creator going "I hate politics stop talking about politics!" or, an almost direct quote, "I hate when people shove politics into historical hetalia." Which... Is an interesting take to say the least considering how history feeds into politics and vice versa. Historical hetalia is a beast in an of itself and is one of the only hetalia communities/bubbles in which "no politics" will get you laughed out the door from what I've seen considering *gestures to my previous statement*. If you've ever taken a history course - you'll know how much history and politics are intertwined.

This is how you get interps which consists of the likes of "Russia was wandering around the empty lands of Siberia" which not only blatantly disregards the brutality of the Russian colonisation of Siberia but also promotes the concept of "Terra Nullius" or "Virgin Land". I'm quoting myself from an even bigger post I have in store which focuses on anti Mongolian sentiment however stereotypes about Mongolians and Siberian groups often overlap because of their placement in Northern Asia, hence why it applies to both,

"In addition, to hone in on Mongolia being an "untouched, pristine" land - this is also a common trope that is launched towards traditionally nomadic "unsettled groups” (such as Siberian and Native American groups). The concept of "Terra Nullius", a Latin word meaning "nobody's land". It completely disregards the presence and rights of the people who inhabit the land and has been historically used to justify the colonisation and displacement of such groups - their land belonged to "nobody" so it was essentially up for grabs...It divorces the people from their landscape and paves the way for dangerous misconceptions and justifications to blossom.

Here is an example of "Terra Nullius" in action in a Russian propaganda poster, encouraging Russians to move to Kazakhstan."

Or interps such as "[Siberian group] has forgiven Russia for everything he did/most things he did and is in love with him" which implies that the mistreatment of the Siberian groups is merely something in the past when it is in fact ongoing. The mistreatment of Siberian groups such as the Sakha, Buryats, Chukchi and Tuvans has been all the more highlighted in their disproportionate mobilisation in the invasion of Ukraine - and the heaps of scapegoating that was subsequently shovelled onto them.

That's not to say ethnic minority soldiers in the Russian army shouldn't be held accountable for their crimes - however that and the fact that they themselves are victims of Russian imperialism can both exist as true statements. The scapegoating is so bad that even Pope Francis joined in, blaming the brunt of the war crimes committed onto "Non Russians" such as Buryats and Chechens, as they do not come from "Russian culture."

Back to my main point... I think the resistance to do research on and publicly acknowledge how these groups live under Russia and what kind of struggles they face in some kind of bid to "not paint them as victims!!11" is sorely misinformed and ignorant. Because well. They are victims.

Not in the sense that you should portray them as sad, pitiful, weak little meow meows but in the sense that yes they are living under Russian occupation and are an occupied people who's been subjected to centuries of Russification, and so compared to making an OC of Mongolia who is an independent nation state at least I think there is far less room to be hauling around "leave politics out of historical hetalia!" "don't talk to me about politics!" "stop victimising them!!" because then it leads to tone deaf interpretations such as "They've forgiven Russia for everything and is in love with him ♥️💖", "Russia is actually [Siberia groups] father", "Here is my singular Siberia OC who represents ALL Siberian groups and by the way Russia is their father" (yes these are all real interpretations I've seen and I've made a separate really strongly worded post ranting about it) and worse. I mean I've literally seen an "aph Siberia oc" who was Russia and France's love child. Terra Nullius executed Hetalia-style.

I don't really think I need to elaborate on why a singular Siberia OC is problematic - Siberia is filled with a myriad of different groups who speak different languages, have different origins and ways of lives and practices, different religions, who've experienced eras of peace and conflict with each other, etc and yeah to shove them all into one personification is an erasure of the sheer diversity that is in Siberia. I definitely don't need to elaborate on why making Russia a father to any of these groups is problematic, to say very the least.

On the point of "don't only portray them in a victimising lense", I think making Siberian groups all depressed all the time is also a Russia-centric perspective. Of course it's ignorant at best to not acknowledge their shared suffering because of Russia however when this point and this point alone is central to their character I believe in a way that it strips them of their autonomy and ability to feel things and do things outside of Russia's gaze. There is absolutely a lot of joy to be had despite their current situation, perhaps even in spite of their current situation. It's ok to give them odd quirks and put them in funny situations as well as acknowledge that they are an occupied people and approach that territory carefully when need be.

For example, I made my Buryatia bubbly and loud but made my Tuva a bit more deadpan because I see them as a pair who often associate with each other and I think the dynamic is funny. I also made Buryatia an overbearing "husband" to Soyot who is perpetually tired™ from all the se- .

I made a crack dynamic between Sakha, Evenkia and Dolgan where Evenkia was Sakha's teacher at first but then became a deadbeat dad leaving Sakha to primarily raise Dolgan, thus Dolgan takes after Sakha and is uh lawyermaxxing👍. Yukaghir is the little old lady of the group who is often forgetful but very nifty and Chukotka acts like a big sister to people which Koryak (who I see as her brother) always finds annoying and they often bicker. Ket is on the slightly edgy side and is extremely particular about his routines and Nganasan terrifies Nenet because he eats reindeer whereas Nenet doesn't.

All of these quirks/ more lighthearted interpretations and "they are an occupied people under Russia" can coexist. One should not be thrown out for the sake of the other.

I think there's also problem - though I've seen this far less, in making Siberia ocs purely as a middle finger at Russia. As in, you made the OC because you wanted to say loud and proud FUCK RUSSIA which well yeah, fuck Russia, but I highly doubt your interest in this group lies outside of wanting to #own the Russians which is dehumanising in and of itself. At least pretend to care about the history and culture instead of using an entire group of people to make a virtue-signally oc purely to try and upset some Russians.

Anyways yeah Siberia 👍

[coralcatsea]

HetaGame List:

Unfinished vs Complete

There aren't many lists or wikis that clearly list the games' statuses. Most say "ongoing" even if they're discontinued, and I can't easily find the last update.

So I did some digging to try and figure out which games were complete, discontinued/abandoned, or ongoing (meaning the creator is active). I also tried to figure out which were unplayable.

However, I couldn't figure out all of them, so if I made a mistake or you have information on one that I don't, please let me know!

Unfinished:

HetaOni (Tomoyoshi/Pianodream) (discontinued)

RomaHeta (Tomoyoshi) (unplayable, discontinued)

Escape from Siberia (Miryuha) (discontinued)

HetaHospital (Atomic-Crayon)

Hetalia Islands (Jezzica95)

Hetapocalypse (Schwer-von-Begriff) (unplayable, discontinued)

England's Disappearance (Maggy-Neworld)

Reconditis Mysterium de Olympus (MsEirtaku) (ongoing)

Mnemophobia (Asahi)

HetaGeist by (Atomic-Crayon) (discontinued)

HetaFear (Atomic-Crayon)

Project Espanya (Quasi-Harkness)

HetaOrigin: Redraw the World (Jpopkitty)

Ibtalia (Mayburger) (discontinued)

Complete:

Dreamtalia (Kyokoon64)

Lincantropo (Itou Itsuki)

HetaFire (LeanneVlogzFilmz)

Blood of the Rose (animeArtluvr469)

Imaginary Nightmare (KingDespair)

Hetalia Floral Orchestra (Dream-thunder)

Hetà: The Last Age (Acquazzone)

Cancel a Format (Tomoyoshi)

Late For A Very Important Date (FandomDrowning)

Hetaipseity (Lilica)

Freedom (MapleSweater)

HetaOni (Cookie) (remake of the og w/ fanmade ending)

[meliissa-art]

Its settled, then!

Buryatia has a pet seal called Baikal <3

Your art is so cute, btw 🥺

Chibi Buryatia with his little friend - chibi Baikal🦭

(edited ver.)

I decided to draw @meliissa-art design of Buryatia!! I really liked all our headcanons so I drew it like this. 😌

[elinorasims]

Lookbook | Willow Moon

Hair

Be A Doll | Joliebean

Body/Face

Chronos V2 Skinblend | MagalhaesSims

Crybaby Eyes | Miiko

Eyebags - N4 | Seleng

Eyebrows - GPME-GOLD | GoppoIsMe

Lashes - Temza - Ultimate 2D Eyelash Collection | PralineSims

3D Eyelashes | Miiko

'A Time To Shine' Nose Highlight (Mouthcrease) | Alexaarr

Makeup

Faceshine 01 | RemusSirion

Blush N8 - Cheeks and Nose - Baby Face Kit | Northern Siberia Winds

Lipstick - Amine | RemusSirion

Pullover With Scarf - Cozy Weather | PowLuna

Sydney Skirt (Patches) - AxA 2022 Collection | aharris00britney

Socks - Ren | Simiracle

Autumnal Hiking Boots | Simkoos

Dress - Apple | Nolan-Sims

Mary Jane Pumps - Childrens Shoes Collection 02 | Jius

Jacket - Fiona - Lunchbox Friends | PowLuna

Hana Shorts - Kiddin Around | SimKoos

Cozy Weather Socks | PowLuna

Dakota Top | PowLuna

Hana Shorts - Kiddin Around | SimKoos

Shoes - Carla | PowLuna

Necklace 202010 - HW | S Club

Winter Break Layered Hoodie Jacket | Simkoos

Autumnal Hiking Boots | Simkoos

note: download links for tsr to be used at your discretion - whilst the pieces i’ve used work fine in my game and haven’t caused any issues, they are files i downloaded years ago, before the recent reports that site has been compromised and all the controversy - i’ve provided links to tsr only if an alternative source isn’t available ^-^

| dag dag fn. <3

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[jovianwishes]

My hetalia oc Siberia

[hyliascommonwealth]

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[bruciewayne]

no regrets

Tony face-fucks Steve in a closet in the 70s

for @im-ironman​ @tonysbubblebutt​ @starksnack​ @lifetime-oflaughter​ and @ishipallthings​ for continually convincing me to drop revision for stevetony porn (i did do my hw in the end, z)

read on ao3

“You got everything?” Steve murmurs into Tony’s ear as they turn into yet another corridor.

“Yep, you?” Tony asks, just as quietly, keeping his eyes straight ahead. Steve looks far too good in military get-up for someone he’s meant to not be in love with.

Truth be told, he doubts that he ever really fell out of love with him, even when they fought, all through the Accords, Siberia, when he was never meant to know where he was, but he couldn’t stop himself from calling, because damnit he loves him so much it hurts.

He’s many things, but he’s not a cheater. Pepper had to have known that he was still in love with Steve when they were married, it was probably part of the reason why they, ultimately, hadn’t worked out. Despite everything and everyone, including Steve, being in favour of them.

He’s still in love with Steve, he never stopped, he knows that Steve still loves him - he’d never stopped looking at him the same way, he’d said as much, years ago, in a motel room lifetimes ago, when Tony’d been determined to never see Steve again You have to know, Tony, I’ll love you if I see you everyday and I’ll love you if I never see you again. I’ll love you to the day I die.

That Tony, bitter and resentful, had called Steve a liar, because he’d wanted, so, so badly, for him to be a villain, a liar, because how could someone who’d betrayed him like that, love him as much as he claimed.

Tony’s become less ‘emotionally constipated’, as Nat would say, over the years, and he’s mostly gotten over it, and Steve Rogers never breaks a promise.

“Got it,” Steve confirms, with a tiny twist to his lips.

Tony can’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses, but he’ll bet that they’re hard, greyer than the usual sky-blue. He always gets into the ‘Cap’ mindset on missions, gritted teeth, hard eyes, tiny smirk, razor-sharp tunnel vision on completing what’s at hand, God, it does incredible things to his libido. It’s a good thing he’s wearing the glasses, and the cap. The stupid little swoop of his hair makes contradicts everything he’d just thought, it makes him feel all the soft, gentle, emotions, that he swore he’d never associate with Steve Rogers ever again. But he’d never been the best at keeping resolutions.

It reminds him of tentatively learning about each other’s bodies and minds - information Tony’s never forgot, information that made Tony worry, all those years after Siberia, about what he was doing, how he was doing, even when he should hate every single atom in his lab-crafted body. (Even though he always was, is, more than just a laboratory experiment, and he couldn’t hate him, Lord knows he’s tried.)

Stupid little swoopy blond hair.

Steve suddenly stills and flies a hand out to stop Tony as well, circling his long fingers around his wrist. He tilts his head to the side and bites his lip - listening.

Tony waits for a beat, watching him. He knows that his eyes are closed, behind those damn sunglasses.

“People are coming, five to seven, security,” he says, quietly, “they’re gonna search the building, we have to hide.”

Tony sweeps his eyes up and down the corridor - it’s completely plain and featureless, aside from a supply closet, a couple yards from them. He meets Steve’s eyes - or, well, looks at his sunglasses, although, they’re close enough that he can see through them, into his eyes.

Steve flicks his eyes down to the same corridor and then back to Tony. I guess we’re doing that.

They jog lightly down, and, to their luck, the closet’s unlocked. Steve opens the door and makes a little gesture to Tony, letting him go through first. He looks up and down the corridor one last time and then slips in, shutting the door behind him, unaware that a cloth had fallen from a shelf and is now lying in the corridor.

The supply closet is a lot smaller than they’d initially thought - about a meter in both directions, maybe a little more - and it’s crammed with mostly cleaning supplies, all on shelves. They end up pretty much chest-to-chest, breathing in tandem, staring into each other’s eyes. Almost. Steve’s baby blues are still hidden by those damn glasses. A crying shame, if you were to ask Tony.

They stay like that, breathing shallowly and looking at each other, barely millimetres apart, until Steve opens his mouth to say something, but he’s interrupted by someone outside.

“...damn Jim, always leaving the closets open, idiot boy.”

The voice of, what seems, a grumpy janitor carries in from the corridor, muttering about a ‘Jim’, nearing closer and closer until they can hear the jangle of his keys. They both hold their breath, hearts beating out of their chest, as the janitor moves the handle about, opens the door, thankfully, thankfully, barely a couple inches, and kicks in a dirty red cloth.

Then the janitor locks the door.

“Are we…” Tony trails off, after they hear the janitor walk away, still curing Jim under his breath, looking forlornly at the lock.

“Seems like it,” Steve sighs. He takes off the sunglasses and his cap, puts them on a shelf, and runs his hands through his hair, messing up the dumb little swoop.

He looks at Tony for a beat, chest rising and falling fast, and bites his lip, God, he’s irresistible, “What do we do now?”

They’re stuck in a closet together, the irony isn’t lost on Steve, for an indeterminate amount of time, and, for not the first time, Steve realises that he never really fell out of love with Tony.

He’s beautiful. He’d always thought that he was attractive - even when they despised each other down to the quark, but he’d realised that he was, is, beautiful when he’d fallen in love with him. Only that he’d thought he was beautiful long before he’d ever realised that he’s entirely and utterly head-over-heels for him.

He’d known he was attractive when they were too busy yelling and screaming at each other for them to see past their own noses, hell, he’d been told that Tony’d been People’s ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ three years in a row by more than one person, and he got why. He could see how he was conventionally attractive.

He had the slicked-back hair and symmetrical face of a model, and he was pretty fit, a result the whole superhero-Iron-Man thing. He’d been attractive, pretty.

But that was completely different from finding him gorgeous, beautiful. He remembers one day, in the morning, a couple months after he’d moved into the Tower, Tony had stumbled into the kitchen, a, for lack of any other words, mess.

He’d come back up from a 3-day bender in his workshop, a good quarter of his clothes - and eyebrows - singed off, his hair curling with grease with from motor oil and simply just not showering, his eyes were half-shut with sleepiness, but when he’d seen Steve he’d smiled blearing and stuck his hands out for coffee.

And Steve’d realised that he’s beautiful.

After that, he couldn’t, can’t, stop realising. Every morning, every movie night, long before he’d known that his pining wasn’t very subtle, he’d been entranced by Tony, how he talked, moved, looked - under lights, in his workshop, fighting. He’d never stopped, not after they’d gotten together, he’d never stopped loving him.

Not even when he’d made the biggest mistake of his life.

Tony must have stopped at some point, and maybe it came back, but after all the things he’d done, he can’t expect it to be full-force, to be what they were. Tony’d told him as much, back before his engagement and his marriage, that he’d never be able to love him as he did before Siberia, that all he was good for was a good fuck.

He’s apologised for what he said - it wasn’t a good night for either of them, but the words stuck in Steve’s mind, it’s unfair of him to expect even a quarter of what they once had, and he’d take Tony in his life whatever way he could. Including no-strings-friends-with-benefits.

He loves him, undoubtedly, and he’s certain that he’s never going to stop loving him this much, he’ll give and give and give until he has nothing left and even then he’ll find something, anything. For Tony, he always could.

“Can you still come untouched just by giving head?” Tony asks, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip and leaning impossibly closer to Steve. Tony looks up at him through his eyelashes. God, he’s breathtaking.

“We’re stuck in a closet in Camp Leigh in 1970, and you want to know if I can still come on just your cock?” Steve asks, he supposes that it was meant to be sarcastic, but it comes out far too fond for him to pretend that it was anything anywhere near that bitter.

Steve’s okay with that, and, by the way Tony’s eyes darken infinitesimally, he’s fairly certain that he is, as well.

Tony hums in agreement, reaching out a hand to trail his fingers down Steve’s chest, he lingers for a beat just above his belly button, and then carries on down and across his hip.

And then surprises Steve by taking his hand and winding their fingers together.

Tony recognises Steve’s surprise and chuckles softly, “I wanna do some of this right, for once,” he murmurs, leaning up, on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“We’re in a closet. In 1970,” Steve reiterates, a little dumbfounded, okay, a lot dumbfounded, because after all he’s done, he barely deserves anything done right for him. He’d thought the same thing when, before Tony’d gotten engaged to Pepper, they’d started their friends-with-benefits Thing, meeting up in random hotels long after the sun went down and leaving long before it came up. So had Tony.

He tightens his hold a little and brings Tony’s hand to his lips and kisses his fingers, “Let’s do it right.”

Tony smiles, bashfully, and ducks his head, “Yeah, okay, we have all the time in the world.”

“When we go back, when everything’s back to normal, we’re going to go on a proper date,” Steve proposes, smiling and hushed.

“Dancing,” Tony says, eyes sparkling, reminding him of the night they danced on top of the Tower, one dark, cold night in December, when they were younger, different people.

Steve nods and winds his other hand through Tony’s hair and gently tilts his face up so he can kiss him. He tastes like the soda he had, just before they carried out the whole time-heist, but under that, something sweet, so, so Tony that if he imagined hard enough, they could pretend that they were a decade back.

He could, very easily, but he doesn’t want to, he so, so done with living in the past, old hangup and the like - he’d been telling people to move on for the last four years, whilst completely ignoring the advice himself. It’s time to move forward, move on, they’re not in Tony’s workshop in Avengers’ Tower, and they’ll never really be there again.

He’s okay with that, more than he thought he’d be.

He gently pushes his tongue in and sucks and bites on his bottom lip, and before long Tony’s making those tiny whimpering sounds. He breaks their hands apart and slides it around his waist, tugging him even closer.

They break apart, panting slightly, Steve’s lips are sinfully red, distractingly so. So much that Tony just has to kiss him again, slow and lingering, full of promise. When they pull apart this time, they’re pressed flush against each other.

“What do we do now?” Tony murmurs against Steve’s lips, leaning further into him so he can feel the line of Steve’s half-hard cock through his army-regulation trousers, he’s still so, so sensitive.

The combination of kissing Tony for the first time in years, him touching his dick, even through the damn khakis, makes him buffer a little, mentally.

Tony’s far prouder of that than he really should be, but he’s mostly gotten over calling what makes him happy ‘guilty pleasures’ a while ago. Steve’s dazed, his pupils are blown wide and it takes him a second to respond.

“You had a hypothesis, Doctor?” He says, finally, still a little breathless, hoping that it’d been somewhat smooth at least. He slides a hand back around to the front of Tony’s pants and presses down slightly with his palm.

Tony’s eyes darken ever so slightly and he gasps, “Yeah, we gotta, for science. Commander.”

He’s barely aware of what he’s saying, because Steve’s taken to pressing and biting kisses down his neck, and God, it feels good.

Steve’s tongue flicks out against his pulse point and Tony hands fly up to grip his hair gently, not tugging, gasping again. He then bites down again and licks the mark to sooth it, making Tony groan.

Steve still knows all of his sensitive spots, Tony realises, with laser point accuracy to boot, every single thing that makes him absolutely crazy, every sensitive point, all his preferences, Steve still knows it. Whether it’s muscle memory or eidetic memory, Tony’s not sure, but he’s definitely not complaining.

Not when Steve gently bites his earlobe and then presses feather-light kisses behind his ear and down the column of his neck.

He can feel Steve smirking against his skin when he makes a tiny whine in the back of his throat, that he, for the record, had absolutely no control over, and then tugs his hair in retaliation. He smiles triumphantly when Steve groans, low and somewhat muffled.

He’s still smiling when Steve kisses back up and then presses their lips together, tongue taking and taking. I really love him, he thinks faintly, pushing impossibly further into Steve’s chest.

He pulls away, nipping Tony’s bottom lip when he whines and tries to chase his mouth, and looks him in the eye, searching, asking a silent question, asking a million, asking for permission. They’re both breathing heavily, in sync, cheeks flushed and pupils wide.

He’s beautiful.

Tony leans up on his tiptoes to kiss Steve on his cheek and strokes back his hair, giving him the answers he wants, because he drops to his knees, there and then. The sight is almost enough to make him groan, loudly, but in a stroke of genius, he remembers, oh shit, we’re in a supply closet in the 70s, on a damn army base. And attempts to tamp it down, he mostly succeeds, if only but shoving his fist into his mouth.

“When we get back I want to make love to you, properly, in a bed, if you’ll have me,” Steve says, in a rush, his breath fanning over the from of Tony’s slacks, because he’s well aware that Tony could regret all of this, letting him back into his life in this way.

“Yeah, yes please,” Tony says, slightly muffled by his fist, mind spinning with memories and ideas, all of Steve.

In this moment, with Steve, on his knees, looking up at him like he hung his stars and moon in the night sky, Tony knows, deep inside, at his very core, that he’s not going to regret this.

Steve’s smile turns into a grin, and Tony knows, instinctively, that he’s so, so gone for him. Steve then proceeds to tug down his zipper with teeth, mumbling promises of how he’ll be good to him.

Steve gets his pants halfway down his thighs and then mouths the head of his cock through his boxers, hot, wet tongue teasing him, drawing out tiny gasps.

“Don’t tease,” Tony breaths out, dropping his hand from his mouth and carding both of his hands through Steve’s hair, resting, not tugging.

Steve chuckles and nuzzles the crease between his crotch and his thigh and peppers kisses to it, “Can’t help it, Doctor,” he says, hushed, looking up at him through his lashes. A small smile, purposefully bashful and innocent, plays across his lips.

Tony knows exactly what he’s doing - before, early in their relationship, Tony had been so convinced that Steve was the blushing virgin everyone thought he was, when it turned out that hey, he was actually pretty experienced (to say the least), to say that Tony hadn’t lasted long would be an overstatement.

“Commander,” Tony says, lowly, in the sternest voice he could manage, and with Steve barely seconds away from sucking him and looking up at him like that. He supposes he was attempting ‘authoritative’, but Steve isn’t taking any of it, they were never anything even close to that.

Steve even gives him a little smirk, entirely throwing away Tony’s attempt at control, playing it exactly as they did way back, the way they’ve always done it.

Steve inches down his boxers, letting Tony’s cock spring free, bright red and leaking. He curls his fingers around the base and licks the top, Tony whines, deep in his throat, and tries to thrust into Steve’s mouth, but he doesn’t let him, by pressing an arm across his hips, effectively pinning him against the door.

“You, Doctor, are going to come from this, quietly, because we’re on a army base in the 70s, and based on that SHIELD briefing, they didn’t take kindly to soldiers who liked to suck dick,” Steve says, low and rough.

Tony tightens his grip in Steve’s hair, enough to make him groan, trying to take back some of the control, “And you’re going to come untouched, for science,” he adds, tearing his eyes away from Steve for a moment to glance around the closest, searching for, and finding, a spare janitor’s overalls - if memory serves him right, and it always does with Steve and all matters concerning him, he’s not going to be able to wear those khakis after they’re done.

“For science,” Steve mumbles, before taking a deep breath and swallowing Tony down to the root, tongue working on the underside. He pulls out every single trick he can remember, everything that made Tony come hard and fast.

Tony cries out above him, just cut off when he tears a hand away from Steve’s hair to shove in his mouth. He tugs Steve’s hair with his other hand, mind spinning with pleasure when Steve groans around his cock.

Steve lets go of Tony’s hips to wrap his arms around his waist and sinks his fingers into Tony’s ass, moaning, and urges him to fuck his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.

Tony finally gets with the programme and stutters his hips forward hesitantly - he know, logically, that it’s going to take a lot more than a blowjob to hurt Steve, but he can’t help but think, what if?

Steve, sensing his hesitancy, even more enthusiastically bobs his head and massages his cock with his throat, swallowing and humming, he traces the vein on the underside with his tongue, slow and teasing, trying to rile him up. He completely ignores his own throbbing erection in favour of trying to get Tony to lose all control.

It works, because Tony lets go, really lets go, and fucks Steve’s pretty-pink mouth in ernest, guiding his head as he watches, transfixed, his cock disappearing into Steve’s mouth.

He’s not going to last long, not after all of today - Steve looks unfairly good in anything, but the commander get-up combined with him on his knees, it’s been too much since they entered the damn closet.

He wants to keep his eyes open, he can’t bear to miss this, but at the same time, it’s almost too much. His eyes fall shut as he loses himself in the wet heat of Steve’s mouth, still attempting to keep his moans muffled.

Steve loves making Tony come apart like this, he always seems so put together, even when he’s not, and to know that Tony trusts him enough to be like this - eyes screwed shut in pleasure, hair a mess, three seconds away from coming - when he’d thought before that he’d never get to see him like this again, it pulls up so, so many feeling he can barely process them.

Tony told him once that people only give blowjobs as a favour, but Steve didn’t - still doesn’t get that, he loves sucking cock, specifically Tony’s, he loves making him fall apart like this. The tugging on his hair and the heavy weight of a cock in his mouth, all the way down his throat, and the gorgeous sight above him, it’s pretty much enough to make him come.

He lets one hand drop off Tony’s ass and presses the heel of his palm to his erection, he’s so hard it’s just this side of painful. He can feel Tony tense up, about to come, speeding up his thrusts, and he holds still as he does, helping him ride it out and swallowing every drop. Steve follows not long after, wrapped up in white-hot pleasure.

When Tony comes to, when the bright spots fade, he realises that he’s slid down to floor and he’s leaning into Steve.

“Good?” Steve asks, voice raspy, and a little smug. How he looks this good after what he’s just done, Tony has no idea, his lips are puffy and bright red - a very specific and unmistakable red - he’s flushed and his hair is an absolute mess, all because of Tony. That thought makes his dick twitch a little, but he’s middle-aged now, and not a super-soldier, so that’s all it does.

Still, Tony laughs a little, “Fishing for compliments is beneath you, sweetheart,” the nickname slips out without meaning to, but Tony’s okay with it. He feels Steve tense up next to him, for a split-second, unnoticeable if it were anyone but Steve, but he relaxes when he realises that Tony doesn't try to take it back.

“Did you…” he’s about to finish his question but Steve takes his hand and guides it to the front of his trousers.

“Hypothesis confirmed,” he murmurs, leaning up to kiss him soundly on the lips, moaning a little when he can taste himself on Steve’s tongue.

“Repetition--” Steve’s about to say but he cuts himself off and tilts his head and flutters his eyes shut, listening.

“We have to get out of here,” he says, on the brink falling back into the ‘Cap’ mindset.

“Wait,” Tony says, before he loses all confidence, “I meant it, when I said that I wanted to do it right, if you don’t, tell me now, because I can’t- I can’t do all of that all over again, Steve.”

Steve takes Tony’s face in his hands and kisses him, short, sweet and full of promise, “I want to do right by you,” he whispers, and it’s the best, most romantic thing anyone’s ever told him, even if they’re on the floor of a dirty supply closet, and by every rule in existence, he should despise Steve Rogers.

He nods and lets his head fall on Steve’s shoulder and just breathes deeply for a beat, surrounded by Steve, his smell, his arms. They have so much more work to do, all of this, it’s a tiny side-quest of sorts, a small piece of a bigger puzzle, but it’s nice to take a break.

They stay like that for what probably was only a couple minutes, but felt like lifetimes, before Tony raises his head and something passes between them, and they get to work.

Steve changes while Tony fiddles around with the lock and they wait until they can sneak out again.

“Any regrets, Doctor?” Steve asks, just to be sure, right before they go back to the future, he’s not sure when he’ll get another chance.

“None at all,” Tony says, smiling up at him, letting im believe, for the first time in a while, that they’re going to be okay.

[a sad coda]

[niedopalek]

full Natashaverse timeline

-in the early 1970s in the wake of the Vietnam war the United States government is overthrown by hippies lead by Gerald Ford. they completely reform the country and its foreign relations on a platform largely based on love and polyamorous sex

-in the 1980s, taking advantage of the state the United States is in, the Soviet Union invades the country with basically no effort, which they then occupy and begin transforming into a new Red nation, which includes forcing American citizens to literally paint all buildings red in a massive public renovation project

-Eventually, Belize, which relied on American tourism to power its economy, utilizes its highly advanced military to attack the occupying Soviets, defeating them and once again allowing American capital to flow into their nation. America would go on to celebrate a Belize Day commemorating this aid they received

-following the defeat of the Soviet Union, which soon afterward collapsed out of embarrassment from being militarily defeated by a nation about 1/300th its size, a new reactionary party emerges in American politics, based on a radical celibacy. known as the American Voluntary Celibate’s Party, they platform on the idea that the sexual conduct of the hippies is what allowed America to let its guard down and be invaded. their presidential candidate, George Herbert Walker Bush, enjoys a landslide victory in the 1989. 

-the AVCP gets to work on immediately radically reforming United States government and society once again, banning all forms of sexual intercourse. reproduction is relegated to artificial insemination. local police forces form HARLOT Squads (Holistic Aggressor(s) against Regular Life through Orgasmic Terrorism) to hunt down sex criminals and bust underground hanky panky parties. the worst offendors are sent to the newly constructed Guantanahoe Bay. the United States of America is renamed to the United Celibate States of America.

-eventually, in 1998, HW Bush is killed in an epic battle, and the totalitarian government is toppled by a resistance movement spearheaded by two traiterous HARLOT Squad officers, Veronica the anthromorphic cat sex doll brought to life in the 1970s through crystal magic, and Idiot McBastardson (McBastardson being a medieval surname deriving from the union of the Scottish McBast clan and the English Ardson family; Idiot was given to him by his strict father, a government worker who handles name changes, who believes a man must earn a flattering name in life.) the United States is restored to its former normalcy in. 

-Veronica and Idiot retreat from the spotlight after this, and live happily together for 22 years. things fall apart, however, when in 2020 Idiot suddenly dies from (something funny i havent decided yet.) Veronica is utterly devastated and falls into a deep depression, but eventually decides that the only way she can have total control over life and her destiny, in the wake of a disaster she couldn’t control, was to become a powerful CEO,

-She goes on to form the Crystal Corporation, which eventually grows into the world’s largest megacorporation and has assets in nearly every market. She becomes the single most wealthy person on the planet. Though she had always been kept alive and unaging my crystal magic, she was still vulnerable to physical harm, so she has her brain placed in a cybernetic body utilizing bleeding edge technology.

-in 2050, with all the power in the world, she funds a highly publicizes drilling operation in a remote location in Siberia “...just to see how far down this bitch can go.” The drill in question is top-of-the-line, and is expected to be able to reach as far down as Earth’s mantle. in a extremely unfortunate stroke of bad luck, however, the drill goes on to pierce through a portal to the Hell dimension, placed far within the Earth’s crust during its formation and forgotten about, right in the drill’s exact path. the leading commanders of the Hell dimension take this a fulfillment of their prophecy, and subsequently send their army to invade the Earth. all out interdimensional war ensues. 

-the war rages on for a full year; most cities around the world are at severe risk of falling to the demonic horde. Belize’s advanced military technology and techniques are no longer around due to a failed experiment in drawing energy from antimatter destroying the small nation in 2029, eventually, the decision is made by most nuclear-armed nations to launch their arsenals, for if humanity must lose, they’re gonna take down Hell with them. a nuclear war commences, destroying much of Hell’s Army and the portal back to Hell, as well as human civilization. beforehand, Veronica had been informed of the coming apocalypse and retreats to an untouched island in the Pacific. after war ends, humanity hunts down any surviving demons, who themselves dispersed and went into hiding upon the defeat of their army. 

-in 2064, 13 years after the nuclear war, the last two demons still on earth, Etzel and Sitna, give birth to a baby girl, Be’elze, in the Russian wasteland. for a few months, they live a tense, nomafic lifestyle, avoiding humans at all costs. eventually they are both killed by bounty hunters, looking to make big money hunting the last surviving demons. baby Be’elze is left to die in the winter snow, but she is luckily found at the last minute by two men from a clan of 6, all rendered bald and sterile by radiation exposure. though one is high averse to the idea of raising a demon, the other opens up his heart and takes her in. he names her Natasha, for she is found near Christmastime, and she is raised communally by the 6 men, who all eventually warm up to her. 

-when Natasha is usually drawn, she is around 26 years of age. it is the year 2090, and she has grown into a rugged survivalist and adventurer, the last demon on earth. 

[tiredoftonkies-blog]

2. hw much you wanna bet that the only reference to ca:cw in a:iw will be some off-handed insensitive comment/joke made by tomy about how he tried to straight up murder bucky?

yeah i am kind of lowkey dreading IW even while part of me is hyped. i’m looking forward to more of my faves, esp steve and sam (@ god please let sam get some amazing moments), but i’m worried it’ll be ir*n man 7 and that they’ll gloss over tonky’s hypocrisy and not have him acknowledge how out-of-control he was in siberia ugh (or just briefly acknowledge it, have him make sad faces, and then there’ll be like 45 minutes of redemption arc #95849 for tanky)

[meliissa-art]

Femslash February Hetalia

Day 6 - Snowstorm

This is an old drawing of mine, but it fits perfectly the theme!

It’s Sakha, the coldest nation on Earth, and General Winter ❄️

By the way, her eyes are no longer that purple, they would be more brown. But still I'm happy how this drawing turned up. I will probably revamp it in the future.

Thank you @femslashetalia for hosting!

[irithnova]

My bone to pick with shitty hetalia "Siberia" OCs

Spoiler alert, they're all terrible!

Many people who make Siberia ocs often refer to Siberia as a nation. Siberia is not a nation, it is a large geographical area which is the home to many different ethnic groups.

This excuse is often made for singular "native American" ocs too; Using the excuse that because of the Russian conquest of Siberia which resulted in the massacre and displacement of the different peoples of Siberia, this is a justification to put all of these different groups into one, singular, Siberia OC, as apparently, there's no point in doing actual research into the different ethnic groups who are native to Siberia!

This I find to be blatantly disrespectful, conflating such diverse groups into one (often whitewashed as I'll get onto later) singular OC and flippantly saying "oh well a lot of them are dead now so..." is again, disrespectful and insensitive. A Tuvan is not an Evenk is not a Yakut is not a Buryat is not a Chukchi is not a Koryak.

That list I just gave you is just a small example of the sheer diversity of the ethnic groups who are native to Siberia.

It leaves a very bad taste in my mouth when people use the Russian conquest of Siberia - an already sensitive topic because of the displacements and killings of the native people of Siberia which in turn, resulted in an ethnic cleansing, as a vehicle to then create (as I said before, often whitewashed) OCs which dismiss the unique cultures and histories of these different groups. Do people...Not see the irony in this?

Honestly, just 5 minutes of research into the native groups of Siberia would show you that trying to conflate all of these different cultures into one just does not make sense regardless. Though these cultures share similarities because of course they are North East Asian - this is not a justification to waive off the diversity of these ethnic groups!

Let's take Buryats and Yakuts for example, two ethnic groups who live in Siberia and who are considered to be Siberians. Buryats are a Mongolic people, their culture is quite similar to that of Khalkha Mongols, the majority ethnic group in Mongolia. Yakuts on the other hand, are not a Mongolic group.

The Buryats live primarily in the Republic of Buryatia, located in southern Siberia, Russia, while the Yakuts, also known as the Sakha, inhabit the Sakha Republic (Yakutia) in the Russian Far East. Both groups have historically practised nomadic herding, but the Buryats traditionally focused on cattle herding and moved with their herds across the vast steppe, while the Yakuts were known for their reindeer herding and horse breeding in the Arctic and subarctic regions. The Buryats' culture has been heavily influenced by Tibetan Buddhism due to historical connections with Tibet, and shamanism also plays a significant role in their spiritual practices. The Yakuts' culture, in contrast, reflects influences from both Turkic and Siberian indigenous elements, with some Russian cultural assimilation over time.

Geographically speaking, they also differ. Buryatia is characterised by diverse landscapes, including mountains and lakes, while Yakutia is known for its extreme cold temperatures and vast tundra. Despite their differences, both groups have rich cultural heritages and face challenges in preserving their traditions and languages amidst Russian colonisation.

Just between Buryats and Yakuts, you can already see how they differ culturally and linguistically. Of course there will be some similarities as they are both Northern Asian cultures, but we don't give Spain and Portugal a singular personification because of similar characteristics/cultures now, do we?

Another issue I have with Siberia OCs is when, not only (by default) is a Siberia OC blatantly dismissive of the diversity of the ethnic groups who are native to Siberia, but when they make their already insensitive OC... White Russian, or half Russian? Do I even need to explain why this is offensive?

Yes, a majority of people who live in Siberia now are ethnic Russias. Do you ever... wonder why that is though?

What's worse is when people know, but then use the displacement of the people of Siberia as a justification to make their Siberia OC half Russian or white. This is blatant white washing, and though many groups are Russified, this does not mean that they've completely let go of their native culture and or are extinct, nor is it an excuse to ignore their native cultures to make an insensitive oc.

There is a difference in recognising that yes, some of these groups have gone through a process of Russification/have adopted many aspects Russian culture (to varying degrees depending on the group) , and straight up white washing their cultures by making a half white-Russian or a white Siberia OC - as if each of their unique identities do not deserve the agency to be represented by an equally unique and accurate personification.

Groups in Siberia never had strong relations with ethnic Russians until the Russian conquest of Siberia. It's okay to have an oc of a Siberian ethnic group which reflects the degree of Russification that that group underwent because (unfortunately) it's true for many of them - Kazakhstan for example is a central Asian country that underwent a process of Russification and it's accurate to reflect the degree to which Kazakhstan was Russified and how this affected him in his personification. Despite it being an unfortunate fact, you can't escape it, and I am not against reflecting this.

But it's a whole different ball game when you take already marginalised groups of people, squeeze their diverse cultures into a clusterfuck of an oc, which is already bad in and of itself… but then WHITEWASH THIS OC. EVEN WORSE WHEN THEIR CULTURES WERE ACTIVELY PERSECUTED BY THE RUSSIAN STATE, AND ARE STILL BEING PERSECUTED.

Further, the idea of making the Siberia OC "young" (even an oc of a singular Siberian ethnic group) as in, born during the Russian conquest era… and make Russia some sort of father to Siberia… This just absolutely reeks of paternalistic colonialist propaganda; the idea that these groups had no culture, no right to govern themselves or the idea that they didn't have the ability to govern themselves before the Russians came and subsequently "gave them culture" and "enlightened them" in their ways.

What other actual justification is there to do something like this? Seriously? When these cultures are actually quite old and predate the Russian conquest?

As a Filipino who has to deal with this sort of trash from Spaniards, it is not appreciated.

Further, if it wouldn't make sense to make a native American group OC half white because of white settlers in America, and if it wouldn't make sense to make the Philippines half Spanish because of our colonisation under the Spanish, why then is it ok to do it to the native people of Siberia?

This is the WORST part about Siberia ocs. But people who make their Siberia ocs the representation of 2p (or BOO! EVIL!) Russia.

This is so egregiously racist and I don't even know how people can headcanon this without even batting an eye.

First of all, making Siberia the "evil Asian" side of Russia… okay I've bloody banged on about this before but I really don't care at this point. This is stepping into peddling eugenicist racial science about Russian.

The rhetoric that Russians (but this also applies to other eastern Europeans, however I'm specifically talking about Russia here seeing as it's about Siberia ocs) are not "true Europeans" because of Asiatic influence, both from the past (Mongol invasions) and present (Russian Asians who are the result of the Russian conquest of Siberia and central Asia). And because of this, this means that Russians are also a load of evil, Eastern Hordes too because of their so called "Asiatic" heritage.

There's a saying in some Eastern European countries about Russians. It goes something along the lines of "Scratch a Russian, you'll find a Tatar." This is used in an offensive manner to basically call Russians subhuman or evil because of their so-called "tatar" (Asian) heritage.

Keeping this in mind… Making Siberia… the "evil Asian side" of Russia… yeah I'm not beating around the bush with this one. You're a filthy racist if you do this.

It's even more egregious when you're using Siberians as a justification to make your cheap 2p Russia OC evil, as if SIBERIANS are the aggressors towards Russians. WHEN THEY WERE THE ONES WHO ARE COLONISED BY RUSSIA AND TO THIS DAY FACE MARGINALISATION UNDER THE RUSSIAN STATE. BUT NO. THEY'RE THE BIG EVIL AGGRESSORS TOWARDS YOUR INNOCENT WHITE BLORBO, RIGHT?

tl;dr If you have a singular "Siberia" oc it's trash no matter what, hope this helps 👍

[lypza]

Expressions! - HWS 2017 Siberia (at Novotel Krasnoyarsk Center)

[jovianwishes]

All 6 drawtober pieces :)

[irithnova]

Sakha headcanon post - courtesy of my conversations with @topipaku !! Thank you 🙏

Huge huge film bro he loves discussing films and makes his own

I headcanon that he is very much like a lawyer when it comes to business stuff but this somewhat "strong headed/argumentative" mentality also extends to how he critiques certain films or goes about explaining them

His favorite type of film is comedy/horror and a lot of his own projects involves someone dying in some shape or form

You can blame his love of everything morbid on Even, Evenk and Yukaghir, who often (when he was younger) tell him some pretty spooky stories (such as the Even folk tale of a mother turning into a cuckoo because her children would not give her a helping hand)

In all honesty they probably told him those stories to try and scare him into behaving - well now he's just a huge horror fan

Sakha has told many of these same spooky stories to Dolgan when she was younger

Speaking of Dolgan - whilst she's grateful for the hand Sakha had in raising her, she wants her own identity outside of him. Often Dolgan people are just labelled as being Sakha

Really good friends with Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan because they are #Turkic but also because they like sharing their films/writing together - they screen each other's films in cinemas and in Kazakhstan, operas based on the Sakha "Olonkho" myth are being held.

Writers from Kazakhstan and Sakha signed a co operation agreement, and in Kyrgyzstan there is a monument dedicated to the Sakha politician and writer Maxim Kirovich

However - despite their love of sharing each other's writing, Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan are quite surprised at how often Sakha's stories end in death !

Kazakhstan often jokes to Sakha that he should become independent

I definitely think these three share a groupchat together

He has an inside joke with Buryatia about the both of them being Japanese or secretly being Japanese. This is because both Sakha and Buryat intelligentsia were accused of being spies for the Japanese Empire (by Russia) at the time

Needless to say, Japan is definitely shooting them questionable looks when he overhears them make that joke

I think these days he has a bit of friendly competition with Buryatia over who is the most popular/more relevant group in Siberia

Really likes rap music !!

His relationship with Mongolia is very funny - in Sakha there is something of a myth that the most powerful faction of Genghis Khan's army was comprised of Sakha soldiers.

In reality, Sakha was most likely a child during this time and the Sakha people were most definitely not a part of the Mongol army

I think Sakha and Mongolia are friendly but Sakha has a little bit of a fascination with Mongolia. There are Sakha artists such as Afanasy Osipov who paints scenes of Mongols, and there is a film called "The secret of Genghis Khan", and apparently the Republic of Sakha was the initiator of the filming process ?

Very big into wrestling - in fact he enjoys challenging Mongolia even if Mongolia doesn't really reciprocate. He doesn't care that Mongolia is technically an elder to him, he'll do it regardless !

He is good friends with Chechnya because of their shared love of wrestling

Good relationship with both North and South Korea, though these days he's closer to South Korea

A lot of North Koreans were sent to Sakha under the USSR and mined gold , with some staying to teach farming to the Sakha

There is a Sakha-Korean school in Sakha and there are people in Sakha who refer to themselves as being "Sakha-Koreans" - presumably from the North Koreans who were sent to Sakha

South Korea indulges Sakha on his love for films. There was an exhibition of Sakha films that were held in South Korea, and South Korea was the first to make an article about Sakha films

For a while, there were even direct flights from Yakutsk to a city in South Korea !

Sad that his films aren't really taken seriously on a more global scale :(

I'd say he's also good friends with Tuva as similar to Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan - both are Turkic and Sakha likes talking to people he relates to, especially as Siberia doesn't really have many Turkic groups