#hws fics

[1caru]

legendary, beautiful, and coveted

[gilsart]

Just...gerita in general😩

My good man, you were extremely lucky, because I was drawing them just as you sent your request. You get the angsty fanart!

[romatito]

i felt like drawing and decided to do some little refs for my pirate au....... tell me how joão just. continuously ends up being my fav to draw 😔🫠

(+ a bonus feli lol)

[sfiyayaya]

slight (!) mha spoilers

am i the only one that’s oddly obsessed w fics or fanart or anything like that showcasing class 1A doing normal, mundane stuff outside of fighting in a WAR and nearly (or actually, in katsuki’s case) losing their lives?? like yes please give me little bits and pieces of momo and kirishima trading skin care tips. give me uraraka and mina and denki trying (and failing) to paint portraits of one another (while ojiro tries to remain an unbiased judge, though his favor for denki is showing pretty clearly). give me tokoyami and shoji and jirou trading playlists and talking about the rise of chappell roan (you know they love her). give me sato and bakugo sharing the kitchen as izuku sits on the counter and swings his legs and makes heart eyes at bakugo (who pretends not to notice but revels in the attention) while sato chuckles. give me tsu and iida and aoyama arguing lowly about whether or not wintermelon milk tea is the best flavor (tsu says no. iida persists. aoyama sighs.) GIVE ME sero and todoroki trying to build an intricate lego set together with sero getting increasingly frustrated that he can’t find the parts he needs and todoroki pleasantly surprised (and amused) that the otherwise composed boy would let something so small and silly get to him. give me hagakure and koda trying their best to corral koda’s little bunnies back into their cage (they fail and there’s bunny poop all over the floor and bakugo flips his shit) GIVE ME IT ALL

[lenabobina]

1989 — Deutsche Demokratische Republik (x)

[ivanscarf]

I LIKE HOW YOU PORTRAY ROCHU SO MUCH 😭, can we see more rochu :) ? if you want ofc

OF COURSE i’m always happy to draw rochu i want to draw some more little comics of them

[heedzhee-art]

prumanoes all over the place

conversation from this fic

[renonv]

WOOOOOOOO happy birthday to the bestest and most amazing @mangofresca 🥭 💛💛💛

There’s a second part but tumblr is being homophobic so you can find it here

[tangerine-dream-machine]

do you wanna see the west with me?

Notes below!

This is not a realistic road trip at all, but here are the places/activities shown:

Yorktown Battlefield, Virginia: the site where General Cornwallis surrendered in 1781, bringing the end of the Revolutionary War

Liberty Bell, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: the famous bell with the message "Proclaim Liberty Throughout All the Land Unto All the Inhabitants thereof", and later a symbol of liberty for abolitionists and suffragists

Drive-in theater: outdoor cinemas that reached their peak in popularity in the 1950s to 60s; the film is The Searchers (1956)

Kayaking: a fun lake/ocean activity

Trail of Tears National Historic Trail: this trail crosses nine states and follows the forced displacement of Cherokees, Chickasaws, Choctaws, Muscogees, and Seminoles due to the Indian Removal Act in 1830

Traffic (and billboards): a bane to many and common in car-dependent cities

Cedar Hill Cemetery, Vicksburg, Mississippi: one of the oldest cemeteries in the US still being used; predates the Civil War and includes a Confederate burial site

Devil's Tower, Wyoming: a majestic (and sacred) butte and the first US national monument

Bonneville Salt Flats, Utah: a flat, empty salt pan estimated to hold 147 million tons of salt and a popular racing site

Old Faithful, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming: a geyser in the world's first national park known for its reliable eruptions

Gas station, Nowhere, USA

Horseback riding, Montana: no comment, just a fun time

Las Vegas, Nevada: the world renowned Sin City, a place that caters to many vices

Stanley R. Mickelsen Safeguard Complex, North Dakota: group of missile defense facilities including missile silos and the pyramid-shaped radar system; built in 1975 and decommissioned after one day of operation, a "monument to man's fear and ignorance"

Hoover Dam, Nevada and Arizona: hydroelectric power plant on the Colorado River; the highest dam in the world at the time of its completion in 1935

Space Needle, Seattle, Washington: an observation tower with a revolving restaurant built for the 1962 World Fair "Living in the Space Age", a theme chosen to show the US was not lagging behind the USSR in the Space Race

Sequoia National Park, California: home of the world's largest tree by volume (General Sherman) and the highest point in the contiguous US (Mount Whitney)

Muir Beach Overlook, California: a former base station overlook with dugouts that gained importance immediately after the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941 as a means to watch for attacks on nearby San Francisco

@usukweek

[livelaughlovekny]

You apply ointment on his hands

Notes: Original AU, Gender neutral reader , 2nd person POV,

Summary: Before the war, the both of you fall into a routine where you apply ointment on his hands.

a/n: oh dang its been a while guys. this is really short btw !!

  He was most definitely indulging you. Which demon slayer has not had their fair share of blisters and skin rubbed raw from training? As Hashiras, it is absolutely not a surprise that you have all gotten to used to the pain. In fact, your hands were probably roughed up and used to it. Only idiots who had too much free time would even attempt to heal the wounds on their hands. Muichirou was, without a doubt, not of one them. Yet, he never objects when you would unscrew the cap of a small bottle of ointment and gesture for him to hold out his hands after a long day of training.

  Maybe it came as a surprise to you the first time he obliged without any hesitation, but really, deep in both of your hearts, you both knew that this was just the calm before the storm – every act of affection that could be shown is a luxury. He never expresses his longing and love outright, though he has been more open ever since he came back from the blacksmiths, but neither did you. Perhaps it was because saying those three little words aloud would be your breaking points, the one thing that could prevent the both of you from joining the war. It’s really unfair but at least you are the given the chance to have these little peaceful moments where the only thing that mattered was him and you.

  With one hand gently holding one of his, you dig lightly into the oil with your other. Gently running your finger across the rough surface of his calloused hands, you hum a little. You trace the lines on his palm and draw little circles on it, noting for the nth time how he’s not ticklish at all.

  Muichirou watched you intently, his focus on you and only you. He watched as you determinedly but gently apply the ointment onto his hands, the way your brows furrowed ever so slightly, as if the rough edges of his palm frustrated you. He thinks that it does. He can guess why but doesn’t allow himself to think too deeply into it. After all, you too had the same rough edges and blisters on your palms but you didn’t seem to care about that. He notes with mild irritation at himself for not offering to care for your hands too. It’s unfortunate, but he realises that he’s too embarrassed to do the same. One day, he promises to himself as he continues watching you.

  His left palm glistens a little from the oil but it’s a while before you switch to his other hand. Repeating the same procedure, you slowly apply the oil onto his right palm. Despite knowing how he was un-ticklish and numbed to small pains such as these, you still took great care in rubbing the ointment into his palm. You enjoyed this feeling. This feeling you get when you are able to care for him. It’s a warm and fulfilling one. When you are done, you slowly let go of his hand, seemingly reluctant to do so. To your surprise, Muichirou grabs and entwines your fingers together. A new kind of silence falls over you two.

  The both of you stay in the state for a while. The oily sensation from the ointment on his hands wasn’t pleasant but neither of you minded. Holding his hand, you could feel how calloused his hands were and briefly wondered, if maybe, somehow, in another world, he would have the smoothest and prettiest hands you had ever seen. Hands that proved that he had never had to suffer through the ordeals he did in this one. In that moment, you wondered how much you would like to see him with smooth hands and if that was why you had even bothered to start this routine.

a/n: so it turns out i can still write, albeit terribly, when I'm avoiding work !!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

If you're okay with it, maybe HW Link and Fierce having a quiet moment? They're an underrated pair.

Link was supposed to be alone for this mission.

It had been a straightforward one, at least. He was investigating enemy movements and gathering intel. It was pointless to drag the other two younger heroes along, and he’d wanted them to rest. Instead, someone had tagged along, and when Link argued the boy couldn’t keep up because he was younger and needed sleep, the little forest sprite had taken it as a challenge.

He really should have known better than to escalate the matter, honestly. There was a reason he usually let Proxi do the talking. He supposed he’d have to learn to be better with his words.

In either case, here he sat amidst rocks near a cliffside, in the chilly dark, with a war god.

Well. A supposed war god. The Fierce Deity had proven he was far more of a Mother Hen than anything else.

But tonight the pair was quiet. They were both on the hunt, watching for enemy movements. It wasn’t until the moon was starting to make its descent towards the horizon that the deity finally spoke.

”You should get some rest.” The deity’s voice, even when spoken so quietly, held such power that it seemed to electrify the air. Nevertheless, his eyes, though blanket and otherworldly, were tranquil, lulling Link in as he looked at him.

The hero shook his head. “We still haven’t caught sight of them. They should be coming through here. I’m not going to sleep on the job.”

“I commend your resolve, little soldier,” Fierce noted. “But I can stay awake longer than you.”

“Don’t you need your sleep too?” Link questioned before narrowing his eyes. “And your host definitely does.”

“Shifts, then,” Fierce conceded. “I will not allow you to stay up all night.”

Link bristled a little, but he also knew that arguing was pointless. He’d learned that with the mythical being by now. Sighing heavily, he rolled his eyes, defeated. “Fine.”

As Link slowly curled in on himself to try and stay warm on the dirt and gravel, he noticed Fierce still watching him. He tried to ignore him a moment before finally asking, “What’s wrong?”

“You look different than when I last saw you,” Fierce noted, a strange intonation in his words. It wasn’t just an observation, there was some kind of emotion behind it.

Link blinked, confused.

“War changes everyone,” Fierce muttered, looking out at the road below. “I forgot how much it hurts youth. Get some rest, little soldier. I’ll keep you safe.”

The lamentation hit Link like a splash of water, and he felt both guilty and touched. He wondered, for a moment, how much the war had changed him. “Does it do the same to you?”

Fierce was motionless for a moment before smiling a little. “My purpose is to protect.”

“As is mine,” Link affirmed determinedly.

The deity chuckled now, ruffling LInk’s hair, catching the hero off guard. “So it is, Hero.” There was a fondness in his face now, between the small smile and the way his painted eyebrows relaxed, the creases of his forehead disappearing. “Get some sleep, Link.”

Link’s chest was warm as he shuffled closer to the deity, settling in to rest under his protective care, hair still frazzled from being ruffled. He didn’t bother fixing it, smiling instead.

[unhetalia]

I want... Arthur protecting Alfred from a physical threat in a way that demonstrates that despite Arthur mellowing out and prefering tea and biscuits to battle and conquest he has Not Lost His Edge.

[italyveneziano]

Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"

[forsoobado137]

Does NEKOTALIA exist in your Au and if so are they immortal If so are animal experts able to determine the cause also do they have their own social media accounts I have a mighty need for Nekotalia content

Nekotalia ABSOLUTELY exists in my au. I think they used to be mortal but then after they were taken in by nations, they lost their mortality. I also think that they slowly began to reflect their owners' personalities to the point where they are basically cat personifications. I believe that it's still a scientific mystery as to why they became immortal (much like the mystery of nations themselves). People, including nations, just assume they're normal cats.

The personifications and the media find them very adorable. They set up playdates mini world meetings for their cats. They fight just like their owners, but less about geopolitics and more about how to get more cat food from people. Sometimes the cats get interviewed and asked questions like "Do you love your owner?" and "What do you think of the (insert head of state) putting tax on tuna?" The cats just respond with meows, but sometimes the nations will "translate" what they say.

And yessss they have their own social media accounts. I imagine it's a gag where some nations who run these accounts pretend that it's actually the cats running them. Sometimes they make identical posts to the nations but make it more cat-like.

France makes matching outfits for his cat and poses with him. Japan's cat is an actual celebrity that makes the news for how cute he is. China's cat reminisces about the good old days when his owner spoiled him (He still gets spoiled). Italy posts his cat's "artwork" and it still gets a bunch of likes.

Greece is the king of posting about his cat. He has hundreds of posts where his cat is literally just sleeping. The caption is definitely something like "How lucky my cat is to not worry about debt. I wish I were a cat so it would be socially acceptable for me to take 14 hour naps."

[oliveden]

starting yet another wip because it's really funny to me if everyone just. forgot. that dazai is technically a traitor

in canon, literally the only person shown to be really upset that dazai left is chuuya. mori wants him back but it's treated more like a joke than actually being mad at dazai for leaving and there's that one chapter where dazai just walks back into pm hq and nobody gives a shit

mori goes "hey kouyou can you call dazai rq he was the one investigating this enemy organization and i never got his report" and kouyou responds with "boss. he literally left he's probably not even in japan. ofc you didn't get his report he hates you right now" but calls him anyway

dazai picks up and is like "oh yeah my bad i forgot to send the info. anyway they're at xxx xxx good luck ane-san!"

mori goes "omg ur so good at this yknow you should come back." dazai responds with "fuck off" and hangs up after saying bye to kouyou, who's just

[pixelifiedcation]

Lif & Lifthrasir, Chapter 2 - snark_sniper

everyone go read now if you love historical hongice (yes, historical hongice, trust it works)

alt vers + extra drawing below cut