Keeping Up With The Todorokis: Season 2 Featuring Probably Way Too Much Hawks

‘the young prince, they began calling him. not the one-year-old heir to the throne in kyoto—but him. the rumours that overran the shogun’s retinue were wild and breathless; he was barely two or three centuries old, how could he be anything but an infant? wasn’t this all ridiculous, some of them hissed, being cowed and threatened by a child. but no—it was clear when i came face to face with him for the first time, in the shadow of the ships intruding in uraga harbour; tall and strong and already a man, forged in steel and gunpowder.’ 

1850s 

“… Do NOT tell anybody I said that,”

“But I should take that as a compliment, I suppose,”

HETABANG PROJECT - Fugue in A minor - Spaus

These are the accompanying illustrations I have done for the @hetabang​ project. In this project writers and artists team up and create a collab. 

I partnered with the Talented @katemarley​

She wrote the fic “Fugue in A minor” Which can be read here:

AO3

We tackled the marriage of Spain and Austria when in 1520 Charles V becomes emperor of the Holy Roman Empire and the Habsburg house unites Spain and Austria. Below you canfind the illustration accompanied with a snipet of fic, but for the whole experience go to the AO3 page where fic and images are combined. 

A lot of historical research went into this on both our parts and all events, locations, clothing and furniture are painstakingly researched to reflect the time period. I hope you all will enjoy our work!

 “I need some moments alone with my consort, my partner.” Burgundy gave off an air of sovereignty as she spoke to her court who all accepted without question that this was business for the immortals to tend to. Roderich sighed in relief and let her steal him away into their bedroom.

 She was fussing at his outfit, straightening it and picking imaginary lint off the velvet before making him sit down on a chair in front of the dresser. She took a brush and took off his black beret to run it softly through his hair, obviously just to have something to do while they talked.

“Liefsteling, I think we should have a little chat before you and Antonio exchange rings.”

The priest produced a small dish on which Spain put a piece of gold, a piece of silver and a ring.

Roderich extended his hand meekly for Antonio to put on the ring, but then noticed something. The ring was of a German type. He wondered if this was Spain being thoughtful or him purchasing one at the last minute. Spain held up the ring and clicked it open to be two separate rings. To Roderich’s surprise, they were gimmel rings …

 Spain explained in a hushed voice: “Because we are both men, I felt I couldn’t just put a ring on you. We should both wear one. I liked these because of what they say.” He was referring to the words around the band, which he read out in horribly accented German: was Gott zusammen fueget soll der Mensch nicht schneiden. They were a purplish ruby and an emerald. Antonio carefully put the half with the emerald on Roderich’s left ring finger and then handed him the ruby to do the same. This was thoughtful of Antonio—had he come up with this himself or was this the council of Karl advising him? Austria was very aware of the new weight around his finger and his resolve to remain cold started to waver.  

“Augsburg.” Austria bowed on his part, anxious not to incline his head lower than she had. He could at least keep up appearances, if nothing else.

It was her who took his hand for the basse danse—almost imperceptible, but the transgression was there. She swept her eyes over the people that had gathered inside Aachen’s town hall: Most of them were members of the high nobility and imperial estates who wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to show themselves for Charles’s crowning and the establishment of the Austro-Spanish union alike. There were guests from other kingdoms, too, moving in the slow and elegant sequence of steps so characteristic for this dance. Not all of those people had come to Austria and Spain’s wedding ceremony itself.

Then a gentle, calloused hand cupped his chin and warm, slightly chapped lips captured his lower lip.

This really was no different to being with a woman, Austria thought involuntarily. At least so far.

He opened his mouth to let Spain in when his tongue demanded it. Spain was a good kisser, at the least; Austria had to give him that. He made an involuntary, small sound at the back of his throat and could feel Spain smile against his lips before he started to kiss Austria’s cheek.

Inglorious Basterds (2009) — dir. Quentin Tarantino.

NON REQUESTED

"YOU know if you keep swingin' that, you'll kill me." You watch Donny go a little far with his demonstration, using the stuffed dummy on the ground, now nearly ripped and lumped up. It didn’t feel much of a ‘training session’, but more of a moment for Donny to shine once again.

“I’m just showing you how to get the job done,” Donny explains, swinging the bat at the air. “Once you’re pro, they won’t see it coming if it’s you holding it.”

“Right,” you nodded sarcastically.

“Seriously, y/n. This bad baby’s been getting blood on their hands since the get-go.” Donny waves you over with the bat. “You try it.”

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17th century doofuses

Something I drew a while ago but didn't post because I dislike how Feliks face turned out ;v; I put it on ig yesterday and people liked it so I'll be bold and post it here as well 💕

Yes.

BORN TO MAKE HISTORY

He obtained this for the British museum trough entirely ethical methods. Obviously.