#if it's not clear this is the cold war

[erzherzog-von-edelstein]

CAN YOU DO THE KISS PROMPT 40 FOR RUSPRUS PLEASE 🙏🙏 I LOVE ALL YOUR FANFICS❤️❤️❤️

Russia grabbed the other man’s hips and pulled him into his lap. He could tell from the way that Prussia folded into him that there was little resistance.

He was testing whether Prussia would push him away and be true to what he had said before the First World War, that he never loved him.

He had kissed him to see if he would kiss back and was pleasantly surprised at the result, which had turned from a kiss to many very quickly. Russia could swear that he felt Prussia briefly grind against him as they kissed and heard a little needy whine.

Russia decided to pull away, saying as he did, “Huh, interesting.”

He didn’t elaborate intentionally so that he could watch the look on the other’s face. Prussia looked predictably perplexed and deeply flushed, though he hesitated before saying, “What is interesting?”

He didn’t look particularly like he wanted an answer. Instead, he leaned forward like he badly wanted to continue kissing without an answer. Russia was sure he would quite like that, because it would be uncomplicated. He was certain that Prussia would have gladly spent another century not naming the feeling between them and denying it when pressed.

Prussia may not know what he was about to say, but the man had the instincts to know when an ambush was coming. His best defense was to choose more physical affection.

Russia was determined to not give him an out. He said, “It is interesting that you say that you do not love me, but you kiss me back like you do.”

Aware that Prussia might try to escape the conversation, Russia grabbed his hips very firmly. He saw the other flinch slightly from the pressure before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Russia searched his face to test if he really remembered. Prussia looked like he was genuinely confused, like he could not remember one of the most fraught conversations they had ever had. Russia decided that he needed to be clearer, “You must recall. Before the wars, you said you did not love me.”

He left out the part of the conversation that had stuck so clearly in his head: I don’t love you enough to undermine Ludwig.

He saw and felt the man tensing in his lap, which all but confirmed that he did remember. Prussia was clearly chewing on the inside of his lip before saying, “I only said that because-“

He trailed off and looked away like he could not stand the thought and refused to give voice to it. He only said, tersely, “What does it matter now?”

Russia refused to accept that as an answer. He grabbed Prussia’s chin with one hand and forced him to meet his eyes. He said, firmly, “I am responsible for your rehabilitation, and we are going to be together for a very long time.”

He smirked to himself at his careful phrasing, knowing he had every intention of keeping Prussia by his side for as long as he had the power to. He brought the other's face even closer to his as he said, “So, I need to know who to believe, your voice or your lips.”

He punctuated the statement by brushing his lips against Prussia’s teasingly. He felt Prussia lean forward like he wanted another kiss badly. Prussia hesitated before finally admitting, “Fine. I lied. I lied because I thought that if I said it, it’d be true. I needed it to be easy to leave you.”

He put both of his hands on either side of Russia’s face and said, uncharacteristically honest, “It wasn’t easy. I missed you. I need you.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but Russia held him back with the hand on his chin, “Ah, not yet. Say it.”

It was a command. Ever obedient, Prussia said, “I do love you, Vanya.” Even in the low light, the embarrassed flush that spilled across his face at the omission was obvious.

Russia purred, “That is the right answer.” He finally rewarded Prussia with a deep kiss.

[mellosdrawings]

Bell, after having their brain toyed with so much they can't even remember the concept of gender anymore.

Giving you the opportunity to make your character NB when they've been canonically brainwashed into becoming a whole other person might be the funniest thing the COD franchise has ever done. I'm eating it up so much.

[anime-potato-san]

So, I saw a post about why someone dislikes adbell and why it doesn’t work, which is 100% valid, but I wanted to give my thoughts on why I ship it, even in different ways other than romantic.

They just have such a complex relationship. It can go so many ways. In a sick way, as Adler said, they gave Bell a second chance. A way to redeem themselves. It has to fuck with you to know that you used to be a literal terrorist.

Even if technically Bell only knew Adler for over a month, to them, they’ve known him for years. Been through the hell of Vietnam. Bell has a deep, loyal bond to Adler, even if it’s technically fake. It’s reasonable, in my opinion, to assume feelings could have developed. Then to find out all of that is fake, that you’ve been lied to and brainwashed, would destroy your perception of reality and trust.

In the Duga ending, Bell definitely has a personal grudge against Adler. His betrayal hurt them. If Bell felt nothing, they probably wouldn’t go through the effort of stabbing him or anything else they did.

Canonically, despite everything, Bell helped Adler and the team. Bell changed for the better as a person. Did Bell help because they felt guilt for their past? Did they still feel a sense of loyalty to him and the team? Bell didn’t kill Adler when they had the chance on the cliff, only pulling out their gun when Adler did. Bell, despite it all, couldn’t truly bring themself to kill him, costing them their life.

How much does Bell know about Adler? It has to bother him, at least a little. But he has someone who understands the pain. Did he grow to care about Bell? I think he did, even if Adler doesn’t admit that to himself. The times we did see them work together, they did well.

It was never personal my ass.

Adler felt something for Bell. He could have just left them for dead after they were crushed underneath ruble, but he didn’t. He took them to the cliff, told them they were a hero, then killed them.

Was he ordered to kill Bell? Did he do it because they had his memories in a way? He did decide to kill Bell because he saw them as a threat?

Does he feel guilty for what he did to Bell? Does he regret killing them? What did he do with their body?

I personally think he did feel guilty, even a tiny bit. Adler may be an asshole and low-key a psychopath, but he does care about others, like Woods for example. In bo6, he shuts down Case when he tries to ask Adler about the other test subjects, which I’m interpreting that as Adler not wanting to talk about Bell. It hurt too much. Maybe he just didn’t want to open that can of worms and deal with his guilt at that time.

Adler and Bell are deeply connected with each other, and I find it their relationship fascinating with so much potential, including platonically. All the complicated and deep emotions that they have for each other is something I personal enjoy exploring.

Now is Adler x Bell toxic? Unhealthy? Oh absolutely. Even when you take away some of the non-con elements some fics have (like myself. It all has to be consensual for me,) Adler still brainwashed Bell, and Bell used to be a terrorist willing to nuke Europe to get at those “damn evil, capitalistic Americans”.

As always, it’s perfectly ok to dislike or even hate a ship. I have ships myself that I despise. Just don’t automatically go after someone because of a ship.

It’s all fictional.

And I also think we’re allowed to have one dark ship to ship as a treat.

[tomialtooth]

Imagine being Park and you went to fucking Oxford at age 16 and your boss is a guy who played American football in highschool and never even went to college

[bonefall]

while i do agree with the sentiment that bloodclan should be more nuanced as an entity i still believe it is wrong to portray them as the necessary "response" to clan injustice (haven't read the books in years but i am pretty sure that bloodclan started with no connection to the clans) / an opposition to the clan's flaws. some of the thing scourge did was out of selfishness and bloodclan isn't the other colour of the black and white debacle with the clans. the clans are heavily flawed yes, but it isn't realistic to completely say that their structure had no redeeming qualities altogether and that all outsider groups is fundamentally better than the clans.

all clans and groups are flawed in their own way and i believe we shouldnt brush past the things that other groups (the sisters and what they do with their toms *cough cough*) did solely to be able to degrade the clans and their culture.

Buddy, you're setting up a strawman. I promise you that if you look into the reduxes I've made of BloodClan, Guardians, The Sisters, and the Tribe, you will see that I don't make any of them a "flawless" alternative to Clan life.

Nor do I say that the Clans have no redeeming qualities. In fact, you can browse the "Clan Culture" tag to see the various expansions I've made to show how these traditions, values, and technological advances make Clan life so alluring.

The overarching theme of BB is that the nature of culture is change. For better AND for worse.

With respect, I think there's something insidious in the wording of "the things the other groups did." We're talking about fan responses to a work that consistently demonizes and degrades foreigners to make the Clans look like the "best way to live," justifying xenophobia. These are not real groups, they are writing choices.

In the franchise with some pretty extreme examples of misogyny, the authors said "What if bizarro world where women rule and have no men... woag..." and only includes a single Clan-alligned member of this culture, with a BAD opinion of them, who can't even do his diplomatic job because he HATES them so much.

In the same franchise that shows Fireheart getting bullied, facing prejudice, and fighting a murderous tyrant who publically executes a mixed-race character, their endgame villain is an outsider, like him, but this one IS a godless heathen who HATES love and friendship and banned families.

In the VERY same franchise which made its first non-malicious group barely able to get through an arc without needing to be saved by Clan cats, totally unable to defend themselves, framed as "whiny" for not wanting their clearly 'inferior' culture to be forcefully changed.

And I'm re-stating all this because, again, no offense to you in particular Anon, but I've been seeing a few people with a sentiment like yours lately. Complaints into a vacuum that don't make targeted critique of anyone's fanworks, gesturing at this broad "woobification" which is apparently out there somewhere over the rainbow, saying things like "well Scourge is selfish" or "well Moonlight abandoned her 13 year old" as if we haven't BEEN knew.

As if we're not all directly responding to these choices. As if I haven't written ESSAYS on this topic.

Since this was about BloodClan in particular though, and you admit you haven't read the books in years, please go back and actually read Rise of Scourge before trying to make critique of the ways fanon rewrites its origin. It's EXPLICITLY a response to the Clans, in the text, that the Erins wrote, it is canon that fanon is working with.

And you want people to take that out and approach it a different way... why? Because it's so incredulous to you that a nation forms in response to a threatening neighbor? That a common enemy through invasions is a way that people might choose to unite, and encourage their new culture to value brutality? Because you don't like the idea of Clan Culture's XENOPHOBIC BATTLE CULTURE affecting surrounding communities??

Could YOU, maybe, be doing this "woobification" thing I keep hearing about? Can I play this stupid game too? What's our stupid prize? Can it be a lollipop? Do we get stickers

TL;DR, ok.

[funkle420]

im surprised i haven't seen anyone point out that the file names in Severance are all town names, mostly in the US. The ones in the US are all in coastal states- Cold Habor, Astoria, Bellingham, etc. There were a few that I couldn't find in the US (like Cairns is in Australia?) but maybe there are towns here with those names and they just didn't come up with a quick google maps search. Cold Harbor, VA is also where a big Civil War battle happened...

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Not legitimate evidence for my thame po chess theory, but it's a weird fun coincidence that the title of this week's episode was "the winner takes it all" by ABBA, who also wrote the music for Chess the musical, in which characters were staged as the pieces on a chess board with a second act that took place in Bangkok

[remyfire]

If I saw them correctly, the seven flags featured here appear to be the United States, Thailand, Austria, United Nations, Switzerland, Norway, and Indonesia. I might be wrong—they come through so quickly and at differing angles.

It would take an incredible amount of time to really dig into why each of these countries were represented, and I definitely don't have the understanding to do so with confidence in my accuracy. But for context, it is worth noting that at various points from the '50s to the '70s, among other things, the US was responsible for militarizing Austria in anticipation of it becoming "Europe's Korea" during the Korean War, incentivizing and encouraging genocide in Indonesia, and utilized Thailand as their main launching point for the majority of their bombing campaigns in Vietnam.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

okay I’m beating this Cold War campaign on veteran and I’m finishing this NOW‼️

[bell-askblog]

hey Bell, what do you think of Sims and Adler? You served with them in 'Nam, right? What were they like back then?

I like both of them! They're my friends.

Yes! We all served back in 'Nam. They weren't much different, Adler was just more tough on me. We didn't talk as much. Sims was more friendly in my opinion then, but they're all relatively similar to now!

Sims just feels more distant. Might be my fault, might be something I did...

Adler too. But he's always been like that. He still looks out for me, I think.

[dugaodna]

every new thing i notice about this map makes me more obsessed with it. bewitchingly racist

[oreoambitions]

Someone asked me today to explain what's happening in Gaza, which I thought was a little odd since I'm by no means an expert in that region, but sure. I suppose I am the Adult Person Who Reads The News in the place where I work, so I figured I'd do my best and lead with "I'm not an expert in this, so I recommend you do some reading, but my understanding is-" And then the kid goes, "But I thought your specialty was the East." And I can understand how he got that impression bc I did a lot of explaining when the conflict started in Ukraine but my GUY. My specialty was Eastern EUROPE. Not the MIDDLE EAST oh my god I need to get you a map.

[elfreek]

i really do think id want to run delta green at some point

[type-a-sentinull]

nobody talk to me about my ocs im going insane I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING BUT IDK WHAT TO WRITE AND IM GOING INSANE AUOGUBHUUAGIGAGAAOAHAIGIAGAOHAOYAUAHAIHAHAIHAUHAUGAUGAUGAUHAUGAUHAUHAUGAUGAUGAIAUHAUGAIHAUG SOMEBODY PUT ME DOWN PLEAAAAASSSEEEEE

I NEED TO TEAR THEM APART WITH MY TEETH I HATEEEEEEE THEMMMMMMMM

[gaza-giving-tree]

Video: Hossam Al-Qazzaz has recently given us a glimpse of a day in the life of his family through a video he sent to us, featuring his infant daughter Habiba, son Bashar, and other daughter Diana. Despite their living conditions, Hossam does his best to keep his children's spirits high.

@hanon-qazaz

Story written by @rumiandroses

Imagine being born into a world where the first sounds you hear are explosions, the hum of drones, and the cries of your family fleeing for their lives. This is the reality for Habiba Al-Qazzaz, a precious baby girl who has known nothing but war, displacement, and hunger in her short life. Born in Gaza amidst the ongoing conflict that began on October 7, 2023, Habiba has spent much of her existence so far in uncertainty, hunger, and fear.

This precious little girl is not even a year old, and already, she has suffered through unimaginable hardship.

Her parents, Hossam and Hanan Al-Qazzaz, are doing everything they can to care for Habiba and her three siblings—Bashar (9), Hani (8), and Diana (4). But the relentless devastation of Gaza’s infrastructure has made survival nearly impossible. With no stable income and essential supplies priced beyond reach, the Al-Qazzaz family is fighting a daily battle just to keep their children warm, fed, and safe.

Their GoFundMe campaign has been their only lifeline, allowing them to afford the most basic necessities—food, water, milk for Habiba. Yet despite the thousands of people who have seen and shared their plea, donations have been coming in at a painfully slow pace. Since last year, they have managed to raise only €2,000, an amount tragically short of their €55,000 goal—the sum they had hoped would allow them to evacuate to Egypt with Hossam’s elderly parents and start anew.

Forced to Live on Top of Rubble

Images: (Top) Bashar, Hani, and Diana, still able to smile in spite of the devastation they've been forced to endure. (Bottom) Hossam Al-Qazzaz, as he does his best to clear their destroyed home of debris to make it slightly more suitable for habitation.

As time passed and donations fell short, the family was forced to abandon their dreams of escape. Instead, they now live atop the ruins of their destroyed home, sheltered only by a fragile tent that does little to protect them from the cold, roaming animals, or the ever-present danger of violence. Their reality is bleak, and their options are running out.

On February 8, 2025, Hanan reached out to us with an update on her family's condition:

Image: Hanan's update message to us, informing us of her family's current condition.

The freezing temperatures persist. Her children are crying for warmth in a shelter that provides no protection from the elements.

This is Not a Call for Comfort—It’s a Plea for Survival!

The Al-Qazzaz family is NOT asking for luxuries. They are asking for the bare minimum:

🧤🧣Warmth for their children.

🍞💧 Food and clean water.

🏠🚪A secure shelter.

With further violence looming, the time to act is NOW.

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A Family of Resilience and Kindness

Hossam Al-Qazzaz is also the cousin of Falestine Asad, another courageous individual struggling to keep her infant child safe in war-torn Gaza. Both Hossam and Falestine are some of the kindest and humblest people you will ever meet. If you can, we encourage you to view and share both of their campaigns, and to donate if possible.

Together, we can help the Al-Qazzaz family find the security, warmth, and stability they so desperately need.

No child should have to suffer like these poor babies have.

Let’s all be part of the reason they make it through another day, and into a brighter, more peaceful future. 🙏🏻🕊️💗

[bunnibombz]

Viking! Simon who you never expected to be the one to court you. Bringing you massive bucks and wolf pelts from his hunts, jewelry made for you from woven iron and shining beads, racks of firewood brought to you through the wintertime to keep your home warm. Simon hadn't said more than a handful of words to you, but his intentions were clear.

Viking! Simon who was waiting near your front garden for you one early morning when you were leaving to wash clothes in the creek, his hand clinched tight around something in his fist. He greeted you softly, reaching out for your hand and placing the object in your palm. You smiled as you held the necklace up softly in your fingers, studying the woven iron anchoring a black wolf's tooth into a pendant, the chain made from delicate silver.

"I knew i would give this to my future bride" he murmured quietly as if to himself as he tied it around your neck, a giddy smile stretching your cheeks as you turned in his arms, pressing against him and hearing his heart pounding.

Viking! Simon who asked for you to do his war paint before he went off to a raid at the end of winter. Promising to come back to you in quiet murmurs over the crackling firelight in his main room, the softness of your fingers dragging the charcoal paint across his skin puling out all the words he had wanted to say to you before but was afraid of admitting his feelings.

Viking! Simon who returns from the raid the first hot morning of summer. The bag of loot falling from his shoulder and his strong arms encircling you against his chest the moment he sees you. He chuckled lightly at the concerned look on your face as your hands grazed the fresh scar on his chest.

"Did everything I could to get back to you lovie" He said, rough hand soft as he cupped your jaw and turned your face closer to him. Your heart felt it would skip out of your chest as his lips pressed against yours, a satisfied hum in his chest as his hands gripped your waist.

Viking! Simon who marries you the following day. Not wanting to wait anymore, that journey having made him wait long enough to make you his completely. He keeps you close that night as the festivities of your wedding go on far past moonrise, his hand or arm never leaving you. Feeding you juicy meat from his fingers and tilting his cups of mead and water up to your lips. Finally things died down a bit, and Simon lifted you up over his shoulder and carried you giggling back to his house. He had already moved your things in before the ceremony.

Viking! Simon ravaged you in his bed that night. His fingers were gentle as he squeezed and rolled your nipples while his lips and teeth sucked and nipped roughly at your bare flesh. His cock throbbed deep in your gut when he breached your virgin entrance, both of your voices raised in broken moans as you learn each other's bodies for the first time. Your mouths were locked in a messy tongue filled kiss when he filled you up, hot cum shooting in creamy spurts against your womb as you locked your legs around him. Limbs tangled and covered in sweat, he takes you until the morning birds begin singing.

Viking! Simon who is beaming with pride as he lays his rough hands against your swollen belly months later, his baby growing big and strong and kicking fiercely against their fathers touch.

"A warrior already" he chuckled when your stomach jumped a little, the impression of a little foot or hand pressing against your skin. Your husband holds you close, pulling you in tight to his warm chest and just breathing you in through the cold night.

"Strong like his father" you whispered with a soft smile, caressing your stomach lovingly.

Viking! Simon who has tears in eyes a month later when his baby is born. A strong, beautiful little girl that makes his heart swell. She's so tiny in his arms as he holds her while you rest, the safest place in the world with her father who would burn the world to ashes before he let anyone hurt either of you. He presses his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss as her tiny fingers wrapped around one of his and he realized that with you and her, he finally found something to live for.