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"If you want something, don't ask for nothing! If you want nothing, don't ask for something!"   An Indie APH Russia Roleplay blog, est. 2016. Frequent TWs: eating issues

[hellyesbro]

Liking men is one of those kinks thats fine if its rp but really unsafe to attempt irl

[umanosiitalianopiuomeno]

РОССИЯ

I call this genre of art slop paintings because I make them in the span of an hour and don't like how they turn out but still wanna post

Anyways Ivan art hahaha amirite, ignore how fucked up that lighter looks I don't feel like pulling out mine as a reference

[doomspiral]

Will you leave him alone, man

[zayatshh]

calm down bro Hetalia isn't that deep.

[ourfairdominion]

I should get my ears pierced. I think earings would look good on me.

[radiomayak]

🤢

[ourfairdominion]

wow, rude.

[radiomayak]

I mean it

[ourfairdominion]

I should get my ears pierced. I think earings would look good on me.

[radiomayak]

🤢

[dovegraveyard]

U guys mind if I uhh *muzzles my fav*

[euforri]

i binged so many norway ww2 movies in december, itd be a shame to not doodle something as a result of it

[tsvetochnyiholm]

Масленица!

-Vanya, why did you cook so much... Maybe you need some help with that?

-Better help me eat it all later

[euforri]

this is a gift for a friend. its been so long, i dont remember much about these two, so i apologize if its ooc

[paperworkanddogs]

@radiomayak

The pulsing beat of the club music had reached a fever pitch in Ludwig's brain and he managed to weave through the crowd to shove his way through the double doors. Outside, the air was frigid compared to the tightly packed bodies inside, and he gasped in several rib-cracking breaths. Then immediately lit up a cigarette.

As people came and left, the sounds of the club faded, sharpened, faded, sharpened ..... Somewhere down the street, out of sight, a woman let out a shrieking laugh.

Maybe he could find Ivan, drink himself silly, and make the older man carry him home. He was in the mood to let loose tonight like the woman. When was the last time he had enjoyed himself? Ages, it felt like, he had been working, catching up on sleep, catching up on work, catering to his boss, over and over. He felt tired thinking about his life. Tonight, he wanted to be a sloppy mess and make Ivan take care of things

Ah, the last time he had been careless with partying, he had been drugged with something and thankfully Rainer had dragged him home. Well, that would be Ivan's job tonight. The atmosphere inside was radiant, boosting his own attitude as he picked his way through the crowd to find Ivan

[paperworkanddogs]

Ivan's rough handling made him flush again.

"Ah, cheers!" He threw the drink back with ease, feeling the warmth down his throat. "I needed a drink!" he lied instead of confronting his thoughts about Ivan and the dark corners of the bathroom.

By the end of the night, he wanted to be unable to see correctly and maybe fall into a bush.

The glass was all but slammed on the counter; Ludwig remembered to pull his strength just in time to keep it from shattering. "More!" he called to the barkeep

[radiomayak]

He rolled his eyes. Sure, Ludwig, but maybe don’t blow it by slamming your cup like a toddler. Ivan hooked his arm under Ludwig’s armpit and grabbed the bar subtly, trying to hide under Ludwig’s own arm and his sleeve, because he didn’t want Ludwig to flop around like a drunk just because he shouted like one, but he didn’t want anyone to see him holding Ludwig up, either. Maybe Ivan was the only one being so critical. He prayed his face was just hot, not sweaty.

But, like this, he got to wave away the glasses the barman poured and get after something more permanent: another bottle for the section. The barman waved them off with a look of disdain and a very conveniently placed cigarette girl pressured them back into the smoky, seated booth. Ivan had asked for a pack of cigarettes she had to go to the back for and she was hellbent on getting her tip before the end of her shift. Selling coke to the Red Army was too stressful to drag out.

Ivan took the cigarettes, threw himself onto the leather seat, and closed his eyes. Another girl brought two fresh, short, glasses and a new bottle of clear spirit. Now, he had Ludwig alone, even if he missed the moving crowd. He patted around for matches.

“Have all you want. I got this table from someone at work.” There was half a bottle of champagne sitting on wet ice in a well in the tabletop.

[jestermarotte]

thank you for being with me, for your response and kind words that inspire me

May the new year continue to be full of creativity and miracles🪩🎇✨️🩷

Happy New Year✨️🎄

[paperworkanddogs]

@radiomayak

The pulsing beat of the club music had reached a fever pitch in Ludwig's brain and he managed to weave through the crowd to shove his way through the double doors. Outside, the air was frigid compared to the tightly packed bodies inside, and he gasped in several rib-cracking breaths. Then immediately lit up a cigarette.

As people came and left, the sounds of the club faded, sharpened, faded, sharpened ..... Somewhere down the street, out of sight, a woman let out a shrieking laugh.

Maybe he could find Ivan, drink himself silly, and make the older man carry him home. He was in the mood to let loose tonight like the woman. When was the last time he had enjoyed himself? Ages, it felt like, he had been working, catching up on sleep, catching up on work, catering to his boss, over and over. He felt tired thinking about his life. Tonight, he wanted to be a sloppy mess and make Ivan take care of things

Ah, the last time he had been careless with partying, he had been drugged with something and thankfully Rainer had dragged him home. Well, that would be Ivan's job tonight. The atmosphere inside was radiant, boosting his own attitude as he picked his way through the crowd to find Ivan

[radiomayak]

Ivan’s face radiated like a salt lamp and he laughed at a joke another official was telling someone else at the bar. The collar of his jacket didn’t have any wet marks yet, just barely. He ordered another drink and gulped down half of it before turning back to the floor to dance.

Yes, he paid for a section with government money for Ludwig and whoever else Ludwig brought tonight. Ivan forgot to ask beforehand. But yes, if he sat in it alone, there was no telling what kind of evil misery would ensnare him when there was a perfectly good dance floor of moving people to celebrate the fall of the wall in Berlin.

“Hey!” Ivan smiled as his friend caught his peripheral. “How was your cigarette?” Ivan loved to dance and moved continuously with the crowd.

[paperworkanddogs]

Ivan's shout caught his eye and he watched Ivan's body move, not really interested in his words. Fuck, he wanted to dance against him, like the men around him were pulling girls close by the hips. He wanted to grind and move together--

Tearing his eyes away, he jammed his way through the writhing dancers to the bar, calling for a stiff drink, choking it down.

Tonight wasn't the night for a fight, especially not with Ivan in the crowd. Staring openly at another man might attract the wrong attention.

Once they were home, he told himself as he threw back another shot.

[radiomayak]

Ivan saw Ludwig rush to the bar and followed, unhappy to be left as soon as he’d made eye contact. At the bar, he threw his arm around Ludwig carelessly and pulled him close in a congenial, rough-enough way. A little bit of white something from a “coworker”’s pocket was pounding Ivan’s heart clumsy.

“Two more!” Ivan waved to the bartender.

“You ran away from me!” Ivan tried to talk to Ludwig but the bartender was fast and Ivan kept smiling. “One for you-“ He slid Ludwig what would be the third in the row without knowing. Ivan was taking care of himself out of a flask in his pocket and the empty bottle in the section he paid for.

“Cheers!”

[mothcub]

[yuyumilkshake]

I found this on an old Russian anime website (~2011)

[den-with-6-ns]

I rarely use tumblr unless it’s to repost my indie project no one cares about but I forgot that this is how a lot of people connect with fandom spaces and I could totally dump my fanworks here.

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I don’t usually publicly talk abt my heta interest bc I’ve got a big history special interest so I always redo the characters in my headcanons which makes them a bit older and crustier usually and ALWAYS with lore accurate uniforms.

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If you’re curious, it’s Arthur in a ww2 Royal Airforce Uniform, François in a ww2 French naval uniform, Ivan in a ww2 Soviet Infantry officer’s uniform and Alfred in a ww2 American combat engineer uniform.

[kcd-cozy-and-soft-fanart]

Timidly inspired by Penumbra(by guysarestripping) a painful travel for me, but i needed to draw something.

Nothing special, it just gave me some ideas and I felt the need to draw, more will probably follow.