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@ask-hetaaca-prussia
“If you have any personal questions.. I guess I can answer them on my breaks.”
✕ Independent askblog for 2P!Nyo!Prussia (Gisila Kneller), affiliated with Hetalia. ✕ Hetalia/My Hero Academia crossover blog ✕ Sidekick + Assistant Art Teacher ✕ Quirk: Open Book ✕ Mun: Kaz, any pronouns. ✕ Inbox is: Open!
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quarantine emoji ask meme!
because i like ask memes and i, like most people, don’t have a lot going on right now
😊: what makes you happy?
😇: do you believe in guardian angels?
😘: are you in love?
😭: what’s the last thing you cried about?
😡: what makes you angry?
👻: do you believe in ghosts?
👽: do you believe in aliens?
☠️: what’s your biggest fear?
👾: what’s your favorite video game?
👁: what color are your eyes?
🧑🔧: what’s your dream job?
👨👩👧👦: do you want to be a parent?
💍: do you want to get married?
🐶: do you have any pets?
🌹: what’s your favorite flower?
🌎: where are you from?
🌤: what’s your favorite type of weather?
🍏: what’s your favorite fruit?
🥕: what’s your favorite vegetable?
🍟: do you like fast food?
🍕: what pizza toppings do you like?
🍦: what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?
🍬: do you like candy?
☕️: coffee or tea?
🍺: do you drink?
🏈: do you like sports?
🏆: tell a story about something you’ve won!
🎟: what was the last concert you went to?
🎬: what’s your favorite movie?
🎤: what’s your favorite song?
🎸: do you play any instruments?
🚗: do you like driving?
🚨: have you ever been arrested?
✈️: what’s the last place you traveled to?
🏝: what 3 things would you bring to a deserted island?
🏫: if you’ve gone to college/university, what did you study? if not, what would you like to study?
⛪️: are you religious?
📱: show your home/lockscreen!
📷: post the last picture in your camera roll!
🚬: do you smoke?
🔮: do you believe in magic?
🛁: showers or baths?
🧸: do you still have any childhood toys?
🎈: when’s your birthday?
📚: what’s your favorite book?
📝: do you like writing?
✉️: do you write a lot of letters?
❤️: what’s something that you love?
💔: what’s something that you hate?
Since the au in closed now, I am probably going to turn this and @archived-hetaaca-prussia into independent blogs. I will be going through and rewriting a lot and turning them more into a story based blog!
Hey guys, Wonder here...
This blog is being officially archived. This au was fun and I loved it but I... helped create a toxic eviroment. I hope those who have fell victim to it, recover. I enjoyed the presence of everyone in the au.
Thank you.
"Gilbert, may I pull you away from your sandwich for a second?" Inge's voice cut through the air as they seemingly appeared from thin air in front of the teacher, a handful of loose papers held out in their hand as they looked up at him. "I've been revising some designs I drew up in first and second year. And I would like to go over them with you before we return to the labs. I'd like to get straight to work on them once we're back." (@ask-hetaaca-nyonorway)
Gilbert, just a man trying to enjoy his lunch as he watched some kids play tag, had looked away for a few seconds and looked back to suddenly see his student, Inge, in front him. Absolutely startled, he shouted a few unsavoury words in German and immediately straightened, “Mein Gott, you need to stop just popping up! I don’t even know how you do it!” He laughs as he packed away his sandwich and looked back, “Ja! Let’s take a look at what you have! But let’s go to the mess hall so that it’ll be somewhere quieter and easier to discuss!”
(( @ask-hetaaca-nyonorway ))
Inge nodded with a slight grin, chuckling at his colourful language, “I need to remember to signal my approach next time, my apologizes.”
They stood silently as packed up his food, completely ignoring the cries and yelling of the students behind them running through the open feild. “This is just the last day or so worth of papers,” they explained, holding up the papers again as they began walking.
“Sorry to ask, would you be alright actually sitting with me in our cabin for this?” They asked, looking to the other. “The bulk of my work is there right now. I found myself busy with training and working on other classwork and wasn’t able to find the time to bring it up to you more consistently over our time here.”
“Ah don’t worry! You are like a ghost, gone one moment, there the next!” Gilbert laughed at his analogy, and then took the papers to look at them while walking. “Of course we can go to your cabin as long as you’re comfortable with that! I see this is a very big project if you have been working on it even through camp!”
Gilbert continued to look over the papers Inge had. He never had a student so dedicated to the support studies like Inge, every time they came to him to talk about another project, it amazed him, made him excited. He knew Inge had a great future with how much they actually into class. A good portion of the students who go through the support class don’t stay into the second year and he enjoyed seeing this, “so what are you working on exactly? I there a purpose behind it, by any chance?”
It was like a flip had been switched on for Inge as soon as Gil had begun asking questions and showing interest. The usually quiet and distant Norwegian seemed to spring to life at the prompt to talk about their projects.
“Most of what you’re seeing in your hand as well as what I have in the cabin is just smaller projects that I had time to correct and streamline. They were all things I had thought of in the last few years, but just wasn’t skilled enough to properly put them onto paper in a cohesive way much less make in the labs,” they explained.
“The paper you’re holding now is something I drew up for a friend back home in Norway. He has a volcanic quirk which has an added side affect of toxic gas and smoke that is exhaled. I was looking for an affordable and cost effective, but resistant mask that would fit his aesthetic and allow him to work with the general public.” They would continue to ramble slightly about this friend and his situation, before slipping another sheet to the top for Gilbert, tapping it gently with a finger.
“This is for one of my serious projects that I’ve named Project Mellifera.” They started. “Because of Mathias’ incident, I wanted to look into creating a new fiber that would be heat, blast and slice resistant without sacrificing mobility or breathability. Fabrics and fibers exist for such things, yes, but not a price point that could even be considered affordable for a graduate like Mathias once he looses the school’s financial and insurance support.”
The idea of helping friends less fortunate then them had been a reoccurring pattern in nearly every project Inge worked on that was designed for someone specific. Constantly working on making sure the people they designed for would be able to afford the materials or item without it costing a limb.
During the time in which Inge was talking about their projects, Gil mostly remained quiet, letting them talk and explain what the have. He only interrupted a few times to ask small questions such as: “do you think this could be reworked to help similar quirks?” He was mostly just very interested in how much thought they had actually put into their blueprints and each individual project.
And then Inge started talking about a strong fabric for a more affordable price, “ah I see. That might be hard if I’m being honest. Unless you find a strong material that is abundant or easy to make. But I 100% believe in you!” Gil handed back the blueprints to Inge , “I appreciate that you make these projects so personal yet not selfish. It makes it easier to work on and makes the end goal feel more rewarding. That’s something I think a lot of students don’t understand when going through the support course.”
He thought on the idea of a strong yet flexible fabric as they approached the cabin, “if you’d like, I can see about getting you some relations with outside sources who would like to help you!” He opened the door, “but why don’t you tell me more about this fiber you want to create! I’m interested! It could be a huge step to the future of hero costume’s if I’m completely honestly and that’s extremely awesome!”
“I will absolutely take you up on that offer, I admittedly am not the best at networking,” They hummed as they walked up the steps. “But for the fiber there’s massive issues though!” Inge exclaimed rather loudly as they hurried up into the cabin, brushing past Gilbert rather aggressively in their haste to make it inside. “The cost being the major factor, as you mentioned. But also getting access to the chemicals and materials needed for the blend.”
Once Gilbert had made it into the cabin, it had been clear Inge had been hard at work over many things. It was like the Pepe Silvia scene had erupted all over a corner of the cabin. An entire bunk bed covered in sheets of paper. Feathers holding many papers to the wall. A growing pile of crumpled paper at the side of another bunk. Inge at the center of the seemingly random chaos, looking through a stack of paper as they continued to speak.
“I want to see if it’s possible to bind Aerogel and something similar to starlite to a spider silk like kevlar through a chemical molecular binding process.” They began. “If the finished thread is woven into a twill pattern, it will create a somewhat environmentally friendly, strong yet light, breathable fabric that will be almost impervious to constant heat and slashing.
The problem of course, is the cost of actually getting the raw materials as well as the cost of manufacturing. It would be expensive for the manufacturer do something like this in large scale with what materials I’ve chosen to use. And it would be even more expensive for the consumer. At this rate it would be impossible to create the fabric, and have it be affordable to even a well off hero…”
They walked over to Gilbert, silent feet easily finding spots to step around their spread. Having exchanged the blueprints for a several page length ramble on the process needed to create such a fiber and handing it to the man.
“This fabric could save many, many lives if it works properly, not only for heros. But for fire response personnel as well as those who work around intense heat. But the cost of something like it could absolutely cripple someone if my predicted costs are correct,” they tapped the small stack of papers before turning back to go through the scattered papers.
A small “I’m gonna need a few binders for all this…” whispered under their breath as they began to clean up the mess.
Gil crossed his arms and tapped his chin, thinking about how he could help or if there were ways to make the project cheaper, “hm... well that is very difficult. Unfortunately, I don’t believe you are going to get anything that is 100% heat and slice resistant. But if you could find a way to make like cellulose into a fiber, it’s a cheap and very eco friendly material that is also safe for humans, that’s is something that’s very close to heat resistant.”
He leaned against a wall by Inge, “this is a project that you might actually have to see about getting government funding for of some kind. Which I can you with that, also. I would recommend looking into safe but effective alternatives to what you’re wanting to use. Such as cryogel instead of aerogel, it works the same, it’s just easier to access.”
He appreciated that Inge wanted to do something like this, it was an incredible idea. But thinking about it more, a lot of it seemed near impossible for making it affordable. Aerogel was typically used in projects being sent to space and it wasn’t a material easily accessible by the general public. They were going to have to consider some alternatives that could possibly work also. It is as a great project, just nearly impossible to achieve when thinking of actual cost.
"Gilbert, may I pull you away from your sandwich for a second?" Inge's voice cut through the air as they seemingly appeared from thin air in front of the teacher, a handful of loose papers held out in their hand as they looked up at him. "I've been revising some designs I drew up in first and second year. And I would like to go over them with you before we return to the labs. I'd like to get straight to work on them once we're back." (@ask-hetaaca-nyonorway)
Gilbert, just a man trying to enjoy his lunch as he watched some kids play tag, had looked away for a few seconds and looked back to suddenly see his student, Inge, in front him. Absolutely startled, he shouted a few unsavoury words in German and immediately straightened, “Mein Gott, you need to stop just popping up! I don’t even know how you do it!” He laughs as he packed away his sandwich and looked back, “Ja! Let’s take a look at what you have! But let’s go to the mess hall so that it’ll be somewhere quieter and easier to discuss!”
(( @ask-hetaaca-nyonorway ))
Inge nodded with a slight grin, chuckling at his colourful language, “I need to remember to signal my approach next time, my apologizes.”
They stood silently as packed up his food, completely ignoring the cries and yelling of the students behind them running through the open feild. “This is just the last day or so worth of papers,” they explained, holding up the papers again as they began walking.
“Sorry to ask, would you be alright actually sitting with me in our cabin for this?” They asked, looking to the other. “The bulk of my work is there right now. I found myself busy with training and working on other classwork and wasn’t able to find the time to bring it up to you more consistently over our time here.”
“Ah don’t worry! You are like a ghost, gone one moment, there the next!” Gilbert laughed at his analogy, and then took the papers to look at them while walking. “Of course we can go to your cabin as long as you’re comfortable with that! I see this is a very big project if you have been working on it even through camp!”
Gilbert continued to look over the papers Inge had. He never had a student so dedicated to the support studies like Inge, every time they came to him to talk about another project, it amazed him, made him excited. He knew Inge had a great future with how much they actually into class. A good portion of the students who go through the support class don’t stay into the second year and he enjoyed seeing this, “so what are you working on exactly? I there a purpose behind it, by any chance?”
It was like a flip had been switched on for Inge as soon as Gil had begun asking questions and showing interest. The usually quiet and distant Norwegian seemed to spring to life at the prompt to talk about their projects.
“Most of what you’re seeing in your hand as well as what I have in the cabin is just smaller projects that I had time to correct and streamline. They were all things I had thought of in the last few years, but just wasn’t skilled enough to properly put them onto paper in a cohesive way much less make in the labs,” they explained.
“The paper you’re holding now is something I drew up for a friend back home in Norway. He has a volcanic quirk which has an added side affect of toxic gas and smoke that is exhaled. I was looking for an affordable and cost effective, but resistant mask that would fit his aesthetic and allow him to work with the general public.” They would continue to ramble slightly about this friend and his situation, before slipping another sheet to the top for Gilbert, tapping it gently with a finger.
“This is for one of my serious projects that I’ve named Project Mellifera.” They started. “Because of Mathias’ incident, I wanted to look into creating a new fiber that would be heat, blast and slice resistant without sacrificing mobility or breathability. Fabrics and fibers exist for such things, yes, but not a price point that could even be considered affordable for a graduate like Mathias once he looses the school’s financial and insurance support.”
The idea of helping friends less fortunate then them had been a reoccurring pattern in nearly every project Inge worked on that was designed for someone specific. Constantly working on making sure the people they designed for would be able to afford the materials or item without it costing a limb.
During the time in which Inge was talking about their projects, Gil mostly remained quiet, letting them talk and explain what the have. He only interrupted a few times to ask small questions such as: “do you think this could be reworked to help similar quirks?” He was mostly just very interested in how much thought they had actually put into their blueprints and each individual project.
And then Inge started talking about a strong fabric for a more affordable price, “ah I see. That might be hard if I’m being honest. Unless you find a strong material that is abundant or easy to make. But I 100% believe in you!” Gil handed back the blueprints to Inge , “I appreciate that you make these projects so personal yet not selfish. It makes it easier to work on and makes the end goal feel more rewarding. That’s something I think a lot of students don’t understand when going through the support course.”
He thought on the idea of a strong yet flexible fabric as they approached the cabin, “if you’d like, I can see about getting you some relations with outside sources who would like to help you!” He opened the door, “but why don’t you tell me more about this fiber you want to create! I’m interested! It could be a huge step to the future of hero costume’s if I’m completely honestly and that’s extremely awesome!”
"Gilbert, may I pull you away from your sandwich for a second?" Inge's voice cut through the air as they seemingly appeared from thin air in front of the teacher, a handful of loose papers held out in their hand as they looked up at him. "I've been revising some designs I drew up in first and second year. And I would like to go over them with you before we return to the labs. I'd like to get straight to work on them once we're back." (@ask-hetaaca-nyonorway)
Gilbert, just a man trying to enjoy his lunch as he watched some kids play tag, had looked away for a few seconds and looked back to suddenly see his student, Inge, in front him. Absolutely startled, he shouted a few unsavoury words in German and immediately straightened, “Mein Gott, you need to stop just popping up! I don’t even know how you do it!” He laughs as he packed away his sandwich and looked back, “Ja! Let’s take a look at what you have! But let’s go to the mess hall so that it’ll be somewhere quieter and easier to discuss!”
(( @ask-hetaaca-nyonorway ))
Inge nodded with a slight grin, chuckling at his colourful language, “I need to remember to signal my approach next time, my apologizes.”
They stood silently as packed up his food, completely ignoring the cries and yelling of the students behind them running through the open feild. “This is just the last day or so worth of papers,” they explained, holding up the papers again as they began walking.
“Sorry to ask, would you be alright actually sitting with me in our cabin for this?” They asked, looking to the other. “The bulk of my work is there right now. I found myself busy with training and working on other classwork and wasn’t able to find the time to bring it up to you more consistently over our time here.”
“Ah don’t worry! You are like a ghost, gone one moment, there the next!” Gilbert laughed at his analogy, and then took the papers to look at them while walking. “Of course we can go to your cabin as long as you’re comfortable with that! I see this is a very big project if you have been working on it even through camp!”
Gilbert continued to look over the papers Inge had. He never had a student so dedicated to the support studies like Inge, every time they came to him to talk about another project, it amazed him, made him excited. He knew Inge had a great future with how much they actually into class. A good portion of the students who go through the support class don’t stay into the second year and he enjoyed seeing this, “so what are you working on exactly? I there a purpose behind it, by any chance?”
"Gilbert, may I pull you away from your sandwich for a second?" Inge's voice cut through the air as they seemingly appeared from thin air in front of the teacher, a handful of loose papers held out in their hand as they looked up at him. "I've been revising some designs I drew up in first and second year. And I would like to go over them with you before we return to the labs. I'd like to get straight to work on them once we're back." (@ask-hetaaca-nyonorway)
Gilbert, just a man trying to enjoy his lunch as he watched some kids play tag, had looked away for a few seconds and looked back to suddenly see his student, Inge, in front him. Absolutely startled, he shouted a few unsavoury words in German and immediately straightened, “Mein Gott, you need to stop just popping up! I don’t even know how you do it!” He laughs as he packed away his sandwich and looked back, “Ja! Let’s take a look at what you have! But let’s go to the mess hall so that it’ll be somewhere quieter and easier to discuss!”
(( @ask-hetaaca-nyonorway ))
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Roderich + Gilbert = Rilberich otherwise known as Ril.
//@ask-hetaaca-prussia
Send a 🔮 to see the fusion of our muses
favourite teacher?
"That I'm close with? Not really.
"Gott verdammt."
(Mentions @ask-hetaaca-prussia and @ask-hetaaca-byzantineempire)
can you show us some of the birds you make out of spoons n stuff?? that's really cool!!
“I can show you one of the most recent ones I made!
Don’t... tell anyone. I may have stolen some spoons from the camp’s mess hall. But hey! Now I have this awesome little guy!”
((Plz,,, Anon,,, I hate spoons-))
“I think you’re in the wrong classroom.”
[Part of the @my-heta-academia-hub au, askbox reopened!]
Happen to have any family at the school?
“Yes, actually!
I have two super awesome cousins who attend the school! Julchen in class 3A and Monika in 2I. They are super awesome and Julch will stop by the lab sometimes to talk to her awesome older cuz and set off fireworks in the lab with me. Moni-bird usually just smacks one of us with her wings. Neither of them seem phased by the fact that I am twice their age, they just see me as family who wants them around.”
((Mentions: @ask-hetaaca-nyogermany @ask-hetaaca-nyoprussia ))
✎ (ask-hetaaca-nyoprussia and/or ask-hetaaca-prussia You can do both or just one, it’s up to you bro :3)
Badly done with my finger
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//This is giving me flashbacks to my machine shop days @ask-hetaaca-prussia
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