#idk man im just here

[reddforskjeletter]

Hello to anybody who stumbles upon my blog! It's an old blog repurposed into a place to collect hetalia content I like. I've been a fan since like 2012 or some shit, and have had spotty participation in the fandom over the years. I am boring and don't really ship anything lol

I'm 22 and I live in AZ with my husband plus 2 cats and a Russian tortoise. A fun fact about me is that I practice Irish paganism. I think that's fun at least lol Also I study norsk! Please I beg if anybody would like to help me practice I will give you a kiss! Or whatever else you want lmao xoxo

I sometimes repost content (with credit, but I'm always willing to remove posts if asked) on Instagram as well as posting official art, images from the anime, manga pages, etc. My account there is "hetaliatime" if you're interested. A lot of the posts are old and have cringe ass captions forgive me :')

I would also really love to make a friend or two, but I've got the 'tism and anxiety so I suck at that tbh. I'll still try if you give me a chance tho <3

I don't know if I'll do much other than reblog here but we shall see!

Norway bc yeah (I'm obsessed with him) <3

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

piece on my derealization + delusions(?) making me wonder if I've been transported to a different timeline all of a sudden. it's been a bit of a frequent occurrence lately idk why

[kostopher]

[imn0treallyh3r33]

<3

[rosesgardenofvainity]

don't you think I'm pretty~

[tobiosty]

Girl being 18 is crazy like I'm listening to my friend talk about traumatic shit one second and looking up recipes for chicken fried steak the next and tbh I can see the humor in that

[bluerasbunny]

(To the daycare attendants)

Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room full of rats. The rats made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…

well, at least moon seems to be enjoying it?

[gatoburr0]

Been thinking about it

[lucabyte]

heres your highly requested fluff you fucking animals

[puppyeared]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[breadandblankets]

you, batfam blogger, do you know that duke thomas is his own hero and isn't just a prop that you can use to make your favorites look good

[figurehater]

woe. old art be upon ye because i havent drawn much recently

[kenchann]

hmhmhm i want to see hermes with his full on overworld sprite again,,, maybe on olympus? 👀👀👀

oh dear i forgot melis moon thing asdfhjkll ill fix that later...

[beepboopappreciation]

I always see people talk about how cool becoming a cyborg would be, replacing parts of our flesh with metal and pistons and cool gadgets.

Why don't we talk more about the horror that is the opposite of that?

A computer who grafts lab-grown skin in patches onto their own form to feel. To experience a gentle and cool breeze passing by, or the oppressive sweat-inducing heat that their systems produce.

A robot with an organic eye to help them see as their creators once did. Imperfect, sure. But it seems to have quite an uneasy effect on organics, and doesn't that make it more than worth it?

A machine with blood coursing through its systems, flowing through the central chambers, in and out of its beating heart. Perhaps if the heart holds up, it could add lungs to help circulation.

A being that resembles a man at a distance, but upon closer inspection it is clear that he is instead a cacophony of skin, mismatched body parts and features, with just a few robotic limbs and mechanical parts visible. It smiles at you, the wide grin revealing that none of its teeth match.

He lurches toward you, hair from at least three different scalps falling carefree in front of its shoulders. You take a step back.

Where is the line drawn between cyborg and robot with human parts? Do you know? Does it know? Does anyone know?

It gets closer. You continue to retreat. Your back brushes against a wall.

You don't know where that line is, you've decided, but you're positive this individual has crossed it.

Having cornered you, it reaches its mechanical hand out, fingernails grafted on the metal tips. You blink, locked completely still from fear for just a few moments. It angles his hand in invitation. He wants you to take it. You hesitantly accept.

Under the metal you can feel . . . something, flowing, pulsing just beneath the surface wanting to escape. It's warm.

"Wh.. what do you want?" You manage to sputter out.

The being shakes your hand, his smile returning. "A friend," it replies.

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[u3pxx]

had the stray urge to design the gavin parents. what if kristoph was their favorite what then ...

cw: car crash mention below

thinking abt the "all gavins are terribly nearsighted" headcanon of mine. in my mind, the gavins have no concrete backstory bc i ain't got brain space for that pftt

but. i think they're similar to the skyes in which they lost their parents when they were still young. in a car accident where kristoph and klavier were the only ones who survived.

with klavier fast asleep.

kristoph was 17 and klavier was 9.

i am a "kristoph raised klavier by himself" truther bc of the [waves hands] implications of all that like wow!

(having to become a parent for your little brother the growing resentment of having to be the parent of your little brother but he's your little brother. you must remember that he's your little br

ANYWAYS , what if kristoph was their parent's favorite. like klavier was the happy precocious kid during family reunions yes, but what if bright, brilliant, and promising kristoph was their favorite. have you ever thought about th