I'm Twi-Go

And after 10 years I still don't know how to use Tumblr right

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Fairytale wedding. Who cares if your castle is crumbling, as long as you’re happy!

 Live in your head, my dudes.

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I ain't sayin' that I'm remaking the Sims 4 'Zachem Ya'. I'm just saying I think about it too much sometimes, now that I have better mods and shit, and also a laptop that can truly handle it.

Literally, a 1% chance of it happening. ...but that's more than 0.

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Bruuuuuh

I just logged into my AO3 account for Hetalia for the first time in like a year, and WTF?????? What happened? I swear the last time I was around, Zachem Ya had like 100 kudos, and now it's got almost 500??? Where the hell is that all coming from? Are there that many new readers in the Hetalia fandom? It's still alive? Really? I'm just shocked! (in a very good way, of course. But, dude, my inbox is backlogged like crazy, so if you're reading this by chance and you might have commented at some point, THANK YOU! I am sorry, I just cannot answer all of these, but I promise I have been reading them)

I logged in because I learned recently that you can post fanart on AO3 as well, not just fanfiction, so I was going to archive some of my shitty fanart there in case I ditch tumblr for good. That's why I am here, as well, for I wanted to tell you this :

IF YOU SEE UPDATES FROM ME IT IS NOT NEW!

Plz don't get excited. I'm prb just gonna archive shit there that's already been on tumblr, so it won't be anything new for you if you have followed me here.

Anyway!!!!! THANK YOU GUYS! So cool to see the fandom clinging in there. ^^

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Alive

Ey. Still alive. I was momentarily disrupted by the earthquakes. Ended up in Armenia for several weeks with no wifi. Back in Tbilisi now. Anyway, during my no wifi time, I took up a lot of writing again....but not Hetalia. I got back into my old stupid DBZ crap. I wasn’t going to link these two accounts at all because I was kinda embarrassed about it, and then I suddenly realized out of nowhere that I would fess up to someone about being in the DBZ fandom a million times over before I fessed up to being in the Hetalia fandom. (obvs no offense, my dudes) Therefore...if any of you by chance happen to be into that, here’s my other tumblr and AO3. I don’t know if I’ll get back into Hetalia, as after finishing up my last few big stories I kinda lost all interest again, alas. You know how it is. It comes and goes.

https://www.tumblr.com/sielulintuu

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Sielulintu

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Hello from Mt. Everest. 🤗 I made it.

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One of my regular customers comes with his parents every other week or so. They made a reservation for this past Friday. I didn’t think anything of it, until the night before, when my German boss finally came up to me and said, ‘They asked for you because their son died and they want you to be there at this memorial dinner because you were his favorite waitress.’ Let me tell you, bro, I was not alright. As soon as they walked in I started bawling, and spent the next two hours doing so. It was bizarre having this little old couple there without their son, and like... I am not emotionally available for this shit. Now they’ve invited me to his celebration of life next month, and ofc I have to go. This is why I never get to know people, because then they fucking die and it sucks and I’d rather live under my rock and never connect with anyone.

I don’t know why I’m telling you lot this. Just needed to vent, I suppose.

Eeeeeeyyyyy, Nepal in five weeks!

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I have this very old couple that come to eat every week. She’s autistic and German, he’s Hungarian. We talk a lot about travel mostly, and today, for the first time, I was talking to them about my house in Ukraine. He told me for the first time about his wife. When she was very young, the Americans were bombing German towns along the French border where she lived. During one raid, she had trouble making it to the bunker. A Ukrainian guard grabbed her at the last second, and threw her physically inside the bunker right as the bomb fell. He was killed, she was saved. Later on, when they moved to America, the Hungarian man worked for a company to get his visa. One of the men at the company turned out to be one of the pilots who flew over that area and dropped some of those bombs.

Small world, huh? Just thought that was pretty awesome all around.

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Still alive. Just a heads up; I’ve got around 1 million words of old FFXV fanfiction from like 2017 - 2020 that has been sitting on my computer. I’ll probably slap it up on AO3 soon, so pls don’t get excited and think I’m back in the game yet. It’s nothing new. I am not in a writing mood still lately, and very soon I leave on a ten month, slightly dangerous backpacking solo trip, so guess I wanna slap it up now in case I die or something. XD See you guys soon. <3333

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When K-9 officer Jones decides to order his partner online without being extra specific. Only instead of barking all night long, this shepherd just insults you.

It’s an old meme, but will forever hold up.

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My headcanon is that Magnus was the first to chop his hair off because he kept seeing southern foreigners, and naturally he had to make a grand show of it. Timo, of course, was the last to conform, because he’s a stubborn asshole and is absolutely not charmed by Magnus in the slightest. Really. Totally.

Berwald isn’t glaring; it’s just 1095 and glasses haven’t been invented yet and the bastard can’t see shit. He lives in a perpetual state of confusion. But if he could see, he would be glaring.

Emil is having an existential crisis. Lukas is just easily amused.

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Please let it be known that I am litterally obsessed with your art and blown away by it every time you post and it fills me with rage how little attention your posts get. You're absolutely one of the top Hetalia artists that I get excited about when I see you post. Your art is incredible thank u for blessing us

Omagosh. ^^ Thank you so much! That was sweet of you. I have never considered myself an artist (and never will) so even referring to anything I do as 'art' sounds so strange to me. I really only doodle when I'm in that mood where writing is impossible, and it helps me kill time and stress. I'm always flattered to hear that anyone likes anything that I do at all, so thank you so much! No need to feel rage for me though (it did make me giggle tho); I've always been a little niche and I kinda like it here. Makes everyone I do have mean so much more. <3333 Know that your little nudges of encouragement here and there are always SO appreciated!

I LOVE YOU!!

And someone has to look out for the few people that like ultra-muscular men. ;)

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When your unknown little half-brother gets dropped on your porch as a two-year-old, so you raise him as your son with your partner to be a robotic workaholic, and twenty years later instead of producing heirs and taking over the company, the dumb blond little shit decides to run off and marry the ugly drunk Russian with anger management issues down the street.

Toris is dead inside.

Pretty sure I summed up about 85% of ‘Not Tomorrow’ in that title.

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When you’ve banged all the women in the office so out of curiosity you turn your attention to your gay coworker. ...and your pick-up line works.

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When you’re the only goddamn albino in the entire army, and instead of sending you to Finland or Norway they send you to North Africa. And you know you’re going to be the first one to get shot.

FUUUUUUUUUU--

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My inner best bois

I have three bros that have haunted me for like twelve years. Their appearance and names have changed very little over the years, but their personalities never have. But god help me, for the life of me I haven’t found the perfect setting for a story in which to place them, and not for lack of trying. They originated back in the day in a wonky Norse gods fantasy and yet modern day setting, which made no sense but was fun, and I’ve plopped them up and put them down in about a hundred other things, and still nothing feels right. It kills me slowly inside. T__T So, to ease the suffering a little, I tried to take them out of my head and onto paper.

(anyway, meet the ambiguously gay trio)

Ilya, the good quiet serious don’t-talk-to-me-because-i-hate-u-but-i-will-also-die-for-u boi :

Heikki, the bad angry but ridiculously loyal simp for Erik boi :

And Erik, the loud-mouth goofball prince who tries to kill himself once every few months because he doesn’t wanna be a king but he’s always saved by Heikki or Ilya and he f’n hates them for it…boi :

Erik picks up his phone and texts Heikki, ‘BRB, throwing myself off a bridge,’ and Heikki’s all full on Titanic skidding up screaming ‘u jump, i jump’, because he’s a total simp loyal stalker friend.

Heikki and Ilya hate each other, because Ilya is foreign and Heikki hates foreigners and also because Ilya is Erik’s personal bodyguard and Heikki is a jealous MF. Ilya never says a word or lifts a hand, and Heikki torments him constantly until Erik makes him stop because Erik is a simp for Ilya it’s the Right Thing To Do™.

Erik’s one scar came from Ilya, when Ilya got sick of Heikki’s simp combat training and coddling and took over and gave Erik a what for, unintentionally.

One day they’ll find their home, but until then they continue to haunt me and influence many of my characters dynamics in other stories. Thanks for listening to my frustrated rambling.

ALSO, I swear to god they actually wear clothing, I just can’t paint clothes for shit so here we are.

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Reblogging from my non-fandom tumblr so you guys can see. Really, the only thing of importance here for you guys is Heikki, who has always been the base for my angry, hard-headed, aggressive, war-loving, xenophobic OBS Timo. (if u ever wondered why my Timo is so different from general fandom Timo, it’s because I wanted a surrogate for Heikki that would actually see the light of day. sue me)

Also, you guys remember that Finnish gods/mythology fantasy story I posted a while back that came out of left-field, since deleted? I borrowed it from where these bois came from. That was the story I was doing with them, but in the end it never felt right so I abandoned it a long, long, long time ago. Rewriting it for just a little while there into fanfiction kinda rekindled my interest in that setting, but not quite enough for me to be convinced to revive it completely.  It’s still a mystery as to where these three belong. These poor three homeless bois living only in my head. Likely never to escape. XD

anyway, now u know these mofos exist in my brain. im sorry.

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Hey, hope you're doing great! Just wanted to let you know that thanks to you, I've started dating someone. Ain't it wonderful? I recommended them a fic of yours and it did the trick, haha!

........wut?

Oh. My. God. That is so cool. Never in my life did I ever think I would hear that, but.... LOL. I have to know, man, like, I HAVE to....what story was it??? Like am I gonna 'aw' over something like PR, or will I side-eye because it was ZY or something? I need to know what kind of relationship this is.

(I kid, congrats! That's so cool, and I'm incredibly glad for you!)

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Today I got to watch Finnish security brutally tackle children. I loved every second of it. Finland is literally the definition of ‘these hands rated ‘E’ for everyone’.