"Dragon eggs from the Shadowlands beyond Ashai. The ages have turned them into stone, but they always will be beautiful."
you know how the hetalia characters are generally based on stereotypes about countries? well let me tell you that aph austria is 100% based off of true facts like seriously you go to Vienna and all you see is this on every corner
with everything you ever and never wanted with mozart’s face on it, from shirts to food to cardboard cutouts
and then you’ve got a bunch of these guys walking around advertising orchestra performances in palaces and whatnot
but even if you can’t afford to go see one it doesn’t even matter cause there’s plenty of music out on the streets anyway
(I took this pic myself!)
i think its safe to say that Hima nailed this one pretty well
Here, if you don’t get silly stories… :p
Kiku checked his watch. Thirty-five minutes was pushing it, even for Alfred. Back to the binoculars.
The outpost was in the middle of nowhere. Despite the danger, Kiku couldn’t help put appreciate the majestic, ragged peaks of the mountain. He didn’t even mind the light snow that fell from the sky; it only made surveillance easier, and everything was beautiful.
Forty minutes. Kiku drummed a rhythm against binoculars with his fingers. He pulled his hat lower, wondering if any of the scouts could see his black hair. Alfred had bought him a white beanie; while Fiji beaches were beautiful, at night, Kiku’s hair was like a black hole on the sand.
Forty-five. Kiku moved to the sniper, peering through the scope. Alfred was the gun man, Kiku was usually the one inside. However, Alfred had insisted with his usual zeal that he could “totally take this one.”
Fifty minutes, and Kiku had finished tapping out the song. For being one of the best, Alfred sure could be stupid sometimes. Kiku slipped over the edge of the hill where he was stationed, moving quickly.
The building was a huge, industrious blight on the pristine mountain. Smoke curled from its chimneys, and the different wings and halls had spread from the original foundation like a cancer. Huts from the local people were scattered around the edge of the building. Kiku could hear the sound of a crying baby as he followed Alfred’s tracks in the snow through the village.
Where—oh, Alfred had kicked in the door. Kiku sighed and moved toward the doorway, hand hovering over his gun. He paused, listening for footsteps before slowly entering the building.
After waiting for his eyes to adjust, Kiku continued on, drowned out from the hum of distant machinery. The walls sounded like they were breathing. As Kiku moved deeper into the structure.
Kiku tapped against his gun holster, wondering when—not if—he would run across a guard. Wouldn’t even hear them coming.
And then the weight lifted off of Kiku’s shoulders.
Alfred whipped around, gun aimed at Kiku’s head with one hand. There was a second of painful silence and then Alfred lowered the gun, heaving a huge sigh.
“Jesus H. Christ, Kiku, you’re lucky I didn’t blow your kneecaps out!” He laughed quietly, moving closer so that they could hear one another. “Dunno’ what time it is, but I got lost back there. Ran into this chick—She kicked my ass!”
Kiku’s eyes flicked down to Alfred’s other hand.
The blond nudged Kiku with his shoulder. “I’ll be fine, ‘kay? Now that you’re here—you know the way to this place, right?”
“You were the one who insisted to go in,” Kiku breathed, eyes still fixed on Alfred’s hand. They had both learned how to shoot with either hand, but still, whoever this woman was had seriously hindered things. “What did she even do?”
“Ask her your—“
Alfred was hauled backwards through the air, landing on his back and letting out a sharp cough. A woman stood in front Kiku, cracking her knuckles and grinning wolfishly. Her long hair was tied back, and she was dressed in one of the military uniforms.
“So you’re the other half of the infamous duo. Kiku Honda. Hopefully you’re a little more interesting then Jones over there.” She cracked her neck.
Kiku whipped out his gun and pointed it at the soldier, observing her coldly.
“He doesn’t understand English,” Alfred wheezed, finally regaining his breath and standing upright. “There’s only one of her around, I think. Just—“
A blur barreled from around the corner and slammed into Alfred, knocking him back onto the floor. The woman kicked upwards, slamming her boot into Kiku’s wrists. He dropped the gun, retreated a few yards, flexing his hands.
The woman continued to blabber in her language, advancing and forcing Kiku away from Alfred. The other guard—Kiku could see his pale hair even in the gloom—had pinned Alfred down, bending the wounded hand and making Alfred yell in pain and frustration.
Kiku focused back on the woman—she was huge. So, Kiku charged her, kicking her right in between the legs. She let out a shrill yell, falling over and cradling herself. Kiku ran by her before she had time to recover, grabbing his gun.
The guard pinning down Alfred glared at Kiku, eyes flicking between him and the gun. Slowly, ever so slowly, he stood, hands in the air.
Alfred stood, cradling his hand. Then, he stepped toward the guard and slammed his elbow into the man’s face, sending him spinning. Alfred turned to Kiku and gave him the biggest smile Kiku had ever seen.
“Kiku, that was fuckin’ awesome.”
Kiku was too busy controlling the grin spreading across his face; he didn’t even hear the woman cock her own gun.
you gotta have your hair out of your eyes when you’re training to conquer the world
Avatar + Water Tribe + Scenery Porn | Requested by edkennedys
At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals.
Nyo!America with #7 requested by maplespice-and-teabags
This took longer than expected. orz
I also kinda used this opportunity to practice a new colour style… haha. Anyways- thank you for the request!
Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop (9.28.14): One of the largest protest in Ferguson this month is going down tonight, proving once again that the residents of Ferguson and STL County are some of the most resilient and inspiring in all the land. No justice, no peace! #staywoke #farfromover
a pallette challenge involving orca mermaid Korrasami and mako as the dolphin mermaid that bugs them.