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Happy Restoration of Latvian Independence Day! Or White Tablecloth Celebration as it's been also called lately (causing no small amount of drama, but we wouldn't be Latvians if we didn't complain all the time)!
White Tablecloth Celebration is all about sitting down, eating together and spending time with your family, friends or community - so have some Raivis and fambily as a treat :D
Historical stuff below:
hetalia ocs
old doodles i never posted before dump incoming
hetalia!latvia :
hetalia ocs doodle and WIP (that ill prob never finish) dump:
"latgallia was a huge whore" i say into the mic. the crowd boos, and i begin to walk off the stage, dejected. then i hear a voice from across the room - "no, no. shes right". there, stood in the back against a wall, harem of diffrent nations around her, is gundega latgallia herself
this song but gauja, dzintars, jānis and gundega are singing it <3
a fresh corpse and a ghost talk on a WW1 battlefield.
(my brain jumps between ideas too much so i dont know if ill ever finish this,,,maybe)
Once upon a time, in the era of the old Gods – Aesti and Lett waged wars amongst each other, for lands and treasures and any other real and perceived slights, as beings such as them – all blood and earth - were wont to do.
One day – during another one of their battles – they sent out their strongest champions to fight – to see once and for all who was the mightiest between them.
Lett sent for her bear eared warrior – Lāčplēsis, who had the strength of a hundred men, while Aesti sent for Kalevipoeg, a giant with a cursed sword, who craftily fought with wooden planks and stones.
Both of them – heroes, both – mighty.
And so, it was set – that while Lett and Aesti crossed blades, so did their heroes – only – as Lāčplēsis and Kalevipoeg fought and fought – both each others match, they were forced to pause – both of them tired to the bone.
It is while catching their breath that they revealed to each other that they both knew of the darkness that was approaching their lands. Evil was coming to burn their land and slay their Gods – and in the face of such a disaster, was it not better to put their differences aside?
So the two heroes rose, and hurried to where Lett and Aesti waged their war – called out for them to stop!
It is Aesti who called back first, his voice alight in indigent rage : “Who goes there? Who dares to command us to stop our fight?”
Lāčplēsis hurries to stand next to the warring spirits, both of them a good distance shorter than him: “It is us, who are here to stop your war! I - Lāčplēsis!”
Kalevipoeg joins him in a manner just as quick: “And I - Kalevipoeg! Who come to end this once and for all.”
It is Lett who then bristles, her sword still at Aestis’s throat, just as his was to her heart : “You are our champions! Our heroes! Are you not? And yet you still say you shall still your swords?”
“Against an enemy, we will always stand, that is true. But as we fought, we realised that that enemy is not me or you.” says Kalevipoeg.
“An enemy comes to our land from afar with crosses and swords, have you not heard? I agree with my new friend, in these conditions, we should not cross swords.” says Lāčplēsis.
Aesti and Lett lock eyes with each other - sizing one another up, before they both turn to their champions – their blades gleaming from where they rest at each other’s lives, blood pooling from where they touch each others skin.
Lett, land of lakes that she is, turns her forest green eyes to Lāčplēsis, and says : “Lāčplesis, hero of mine, do you not know? You speak to blood and earth, asking it to not grow. Beings like us, we always fight, I suggest you just accept it, and move on.”
Aesti, with his icy eyes – the colour of fresh snow – land of seas and islands, turns to Kalevipoeg and says : “And Kalevipoeg, you who are of my blood. How can you speak of peace, when I am so good at war? I respect but a single one of her kind – the one who can back up his words with his might.”
“Yes, this he speaks true. We, who are born from your love and your words, refuse to be so easily subdued. I shall drive my sword through his throat, as long as we stand so close.” says Lett.
“We, who came to life from your thoughts, are merely a reflection of your own wants.” says Aesti.
The two champions look at one another – look at the rest of their people, who await their fate, and then Kalevipoeg says : “Then sheathe your swords and shake hands! We will be much better as friends.”
While Lāčplēsis says: “Our thoughts and love are what you hold, so swear a peace, as you were told!”
And so they do – for what else was there to do? They shook hands and promised that this would be their last war.
No longer would they turn their blades on each other, and instead they shall treat one another like brothers.
The war is off, and both champions hurry off to their own adventures – Lāčplēšis goes to ask for Laimdotas hand in marriage, while Kalevipoeg returns home to see what his brothers have built.
Far away from their eyes, Aesti and Lett sit on a tree branch in a mighty oak, Lett swinging her legs, while Aesti lays against the tree trunk.
Lett laughs: “What a waste, what naivete! We both know earth doesn’t tend to get friends.”
Aesti sighs in response and concurs : “On this we agree, but peace is a necessity.”
Lett, a grin on her face, continues making fun: “Oh well, that may be true. But friends and brothers – Us? What a joke! Can you even imagine this happening to our folk?”
Aesti scoffs: “Of course not! What a ridiculous sight! Hear this – me and you – we shall never be right!”
They say all this, and of course, in 700 year time, eat their words.
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“Hey! Tolvīti! Uh. Tolvditī – uh…”
“Don’t hurt yourself.” Eduard calls, from his spot on the couch, right next to the huge tub of popcorn he’s hogging for himself, while a movie they had all chosen to watch this evening plays on the TV.
Ravis glares at him : “I am trying to call my dearest, favourite brother after someone hogged all the popcorn. It is not my fault his name is so hard to turn diminutive!”
“Wow. Maybe someone shouldn’t have taken all the chips for himself.” Eduard says, unrepentant.
“I need them, I’m a growing boy.” Raivis retorts.
Eduard looks up at Raivis, and stares at him.
“Not all of us are old, old men.” Raivis continues, while the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
“Hm,” says Eduard, as his eyes narrow. Then he puts a hand to his mouth and calls : “Tolys! Raivis says he wants to try biting into those chili pepper plants you got gifted again for a euro!”
Raivis gasps, and puts a hand across his chest, like he’s been shot.
Whatever his next retort would have been is cut short by Tolvydas entering the living room, another bowl of popcorn in his hands, plopping down on the couch right next to Eduard and announcing, for what might be the 100th time : “I am never letting you two monsters inside my apartment again.”
Then, a few minutes later, after Raivis has wormed himself between Eduard and Tolvydas and is now attempting to steal popcorn from both of their bowls, both Eduard and Tolvydas lift their bowls with practiced ease.
“Get your own.” They chorus.
“You’re both jerks.” Raivis pouts.
all my proffesors decided to teach remotely today so i doodled stuff while listening abt industrial sensors. dont ask me where the livgallia came from idk bro it apeared to me in a dream
