Say My Name And Every Color Illuminates

The Cordelia Pamphlet/Congratulations/Burn

May silently tugged her hair realizing the mistakes she cruelly made when realizing when she published her affair. Her heart was aching and breaking in pain once seeing everyone's reaction when reading the four-page pamphlet. Describing every detail of her affair with Phoenix Cordelia while paying it off to his wife; Daisy Cordelia. Approximately, almost three thousand dollars just to keep the affair a secret for a long and harsh 2 years. The guilt continuously ate every single inch of her flesh and blood with her heart screaming at her. Telling May to confess to her beloved boyfriend, Octavian Tabullo that she cheated on him with a married man. It may break Octavian’s heart at first but knowing they can still work this relationship but it will be different. But May’s brain says otherwise whereas not to confess about the affair toward anyone until now. After her enemies believe she was embezzling money from the Nutella Company (which was the main source of money for the Romans) but nope instead she slept with a man behind her boyfriend’s back.

Showing proof that she didn’t embezzle the orphanage money but use her spare money to hush the affair. Mentally slapping herself in the face wondering why she would something so stupid and so betrayed. After spending the entire writing a four-page pamphlet titling it The Cordelia Pamphlet. The morning after she finished writing the disturbance and disgust she has dwell within herself for far too long. Now she releases it out to the entire city of New Rome and Camp Jupiter and possibly will center gossip throughout all over Olympus. A juicy gossip like this wouldn’t be quiet or no…her enemies made sure that this pamphlet would be the end of her and her future career as Praetor. Along with putting her relationship on the brink of a breakup.

Emilie Jade/Nala Bank:

May Cordelia had a torrid affair

And she wrote it down right there!

HIGHLIGHT!!!

With her enemies spreading the news of her affair toward others while giving them the pamphlet. Attempting to leave the crowds that were surrounding but then suddenly she met up a familiar face. An eleven-year-old girl, who happened to be the daughter of Apollo the grandfather of her boyfriend, the current female Praetor, Princess of Olympus, the Sea, and the Underworld, Ghost Queen, Princess of the Shadows, Heir to Jupiter, Juno, Neptune, Ceres, Mars, Minerva, Apollo, Diana, Vulcan, Venus, Mercury, Bacchus, Vesta, and Pluto, ex-Centurion of the First Cohort, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, Friends to Major and Minor Gods, The Three Fates, Thanatos, Friend to Chaos, and Top Commander of the Chaos Army, she was very popular both among men and women. It was the only Lyria Eclair Graham de Vanily, the sister of Octavian Tabullo. She was beyond the perimeter of anger and betrayal. Clutching the four papers in her hand tightly with her bluebell eyes turned into the color of the sea during a storm that held pure hatred and frustration. 

Everyone in New Rome and Camp Jupiter knew that May was very lucky it was Lyria, instead of the other 3 people in Octavian’s tight circle of friends practically family. Lyria was the most merciful than Echo Olympia Butterfly, who was the daughter of Venus, May’s half-sister, the Centurion of the First Cohort, right-hand woman of Lyria, Second Top Commander of the Chaos, was the most violent one in the tight group family of 5. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, the protégé of Praetor Lyria, the next Praetor after Echo, part of the First Cohort, the daughter of Bellona, was training to be a more skilled warrior. Flint Donovan Vance, the current male Praetor, son of Victoria, would have issued an order or execution if it weren’t for worrying over Octavian’s mental health.

 Lyria:

I know my brother like I know my own mind

You will never anyone as loyal nor as kind

While getting a heap of shouting from the most beloved demigoddess of all time unaware of her boyfriend's broken heart. Gathering every letter he ever kept in his office and would often read them whenever Octavian was stressed or tired. But the words that May wrote to him always encourage him to work harder and continue to push through life. Though now to Octavian all those words written in each letter he was reading meant nothing to him. Rereading every letter over and over again. Feeling his heart-shattering at each moment while feeling betrayed, angry, and heartbroken wrapped up in one emotion.

Octavian/Lyria:

I’m erasing myself from my narrative

(I love my brother more than my own life

I will choose his happiness over mine every time)

Let future descendants wonder how Octavian reacted

When you broke his heart

Octavian burned each letter into the fireplace of his office while watching each paper burn to death. The tears continued streaming down both Lyria and Octavian’s faces. Both of them are heartbroken by Eliza's betrayal and ruined their lives forever. Not only that the rest of the Venus and Apollo descendants were watching their brother in blood or in all but blood suffering from the pain and the embarrassment. The two groups of Roman Gods hugged each other tightly while May’s sister, Rose continued to read the pamphlet of her sister’s affair.

Meanwhile, Lyria is still continuing to tell May how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like Octavian. Though now, both of them will never know if Octavian is willing to forgive her after putting on a show that damages, not her reputation but Octavian’s as well. May felt Lyria gripped from the collar of her purple SPQR shirt as the tears flooded her face. Letting each word whether be Latin or English escape her lips before being pushed away harshly. Intending to reach Lyria but only to receive a punch to the nose and stomach. Surprise that Lyria punched her in public but no matter did anything to stand up for May since she brought this upon herself. Seeing the Praetor stepping away from her while glaring at her down to the pitch of her soul.

Lyria:

Put what we had aside

I’m standing at his side

You could never be satisfied

Gods, I hope you’re satisfied

And all of this only happened a few days ago whereas May is at the Fifth Cohort alone by herself. The Roman descendants moved to the Fourth Cohort, not wanting to live in the same place as of May. But the Venus and Apollo descendants, along with Flint, Reyna, and Echo were at Olympus in Lyria’s temple with their ancestors and the rest of the Gods. Apparently, all of Olympus heard the affair and had Mercury pick up Octavian and everyone else. The only thing Octavian left behind was the golden promise ring that he dropped into the palm of her hand. None of her siblings could look in their half-sibling's eyes ever again. Still…May lies in bed hopefully everything is nothing more than a terrible nightmare.

‘—until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old—’

as i see it, arthur and a lot of people may have naturally looked to alfred—his eldest son, the heir, the industrial colossus—for deliverance. but it’s matthew who is by his side from the start. matt’s the second prince; the one at times overlooked and taken for granted by arthur. but it’s matt who steps into the breach in 1940; sending men and women and food and weaponry, so disaster doesn’t turn into annihilation. matt, reliable and grimly prepared to do the crucial job of holding the line, whilst america’s interventionists contended with its isolationists. in my headcanon, he’s quieter and cuts a seemingly less bold figure than his brother—but when the time calls for it, he’s icily steadfast and ruthless. the new world stepping forth to the rescue and liberation of the old? yes, but in more ways than one. 

Rewatched yoi recently and it remains one of my favourites. Here are some of my favourite fanarts I did back in 2017 :))

He might be living in Scandinavia for the most part, but there’s no denying that he’s just as much a UK brother as the rest of the lot is. It’s hard to miss

Gillivia First Meeting

Lafayette woke up due to shouting, he quickly put on his uniform to see what was going on. French and American soldiers were fighting, Lafayette knew that there were tensions through the men, but he never knew it would get this bad. Before General Washington or Lieutenant General Comte de Rochambeau could say anything, he heard a voice.

“One…” a woman counted in a low, but commanding voice. Those who heard it turn to her, only to freeze in shock. The woman was wearing the deadliest, most cold, and most terrifying glare that Lafayette had ever seen.

“Two…” Now all of the soldiers were looking at her in shock and fear.

“Three…” The woman jumped off her horse and the Major General could finally get to observe all of her: she was wearing a red dress under her black cloak, her fiery red hair was braided into a plait and hanging over right shoulder, her violet-blue eyes reminded him of his friend; Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton, she had freckles dotted across her cheeks, nose, and ears, and had pink-red lips.

“Ah...I thought you were arriving the day after tomorrow, my daughter?” son général asked. Wait what?! My daughter?! She doesn’t look a thing like George Washington!

“Yes, Papa, but traveling through New York to Valley Forge as a Patriot is no easy feat.” The unknown woman mused, “I would be in a blue dress, but I thought it would be easier in red. New York and Pennsylvania are full of lobsters and loyalists.”

She looked at General Washington’s hair, face full of amusement and exasperation, “And you still have your potato hair,” she tsked her tongue, “I feel so sorry for you.” Snorts and laughter were heard around the men at the joke.

Finally, the commander in chief of the Continental army introduced the woman to the camp. “Everyone, this is Olivia Rachel Hamilton, she is a very important and very special asset in this war against the British. I expect you all to welcome her or welcome her back with open arms and respect her.”

Olivia Rachel Hamilton, where had he heard of that name before? Right! She participated in the Battle of Brandywine, Battle of Paoli, Battle of Setauket, she was with her brother during the Schuylkill River Incident, trained the under-trained soldiers, kept the army fed, and nursed the wounded back to health. Lafayette had heard of her name throughout the year about how kind, brave, and caring she was and her unknown reason to depart from camp. Yes, he had heard of her, but never seen nor met her.

He had heard some of the French and American soldiers, who obviously didn’t know her well enough as to why Washington would ask them that, especially of a measly woman even if she was Hamilton’s sister, he had heard slurs about her from her appearance down to her accent.

General Comte de Rochambeau introduced himself to Olivia with the help of translating from her twin brother.

“And Olivia this is-” General Washington got cut off by Olivia, “Major General Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, yes I know exactly who you are, monsieur.” Her Nevis accent was more pronounced when she spoke French. Upon hearing her say the French word perfectly, the soldiers from France froze.

“Oui, je connais le français avec l'espagnol, le danois, l'hébreu, le grec, le latin et l'italien. Voulez-vous savoir pourquoi le général Washington vous a demandé cela? Ce n’était pas à cause du rang de mon plus jeune frère jumeau, c’était parce que je l’avais mérité, par moi-même. Ne sous-estimez pas les femmes mais ne les surestimez pas non plus, ce sera votre chute avec votre fierté et votre ego. Bien que j'aime plutôt être sous-estimé, le choc sur ceux qui en ont est assez amusant, si je le dis moi-même.”

"Via, vous n'êtes plus âgé que de 30 secondes."

“Oui, Xander, cela signifie que je suis sur la bonne Terre de Dieu depuis 30 secondes avant toi.”

Lafayette could feel a start of a fight and so did Washington as he reminded Olivia about the introduction. “Ah! Yes, of course, Papa. It was a pleasure to meet you, Marquis.” Before anyone could start talking, she spoke again, “Now if everyone would excuse me, I need to take a nap, my journey was not a relaxing one.” She nodded and walked inside Alexander’s tent with said man escorting her.

She is one interesting lady Lafayette thought, before having sleep taking over him once again.

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Translations:

-his General

-“Yes, I know French along with Spanish, Danish, Hebrew, Greek, Latin, and Italian. Do you want to know why General Washington asked that of you? It wasn’t because of my younger, twin brother’s rank, it was because I had earned it, by myself. Do not underestimate women but don’t overestimate them either, it will be your downfall along with your pride and ego. Though I rather like being underestimated, the shock on those who have is quite amusing, if I do say so myself.”

-“Via, you are only older by 30 seconds.”

-“Yes, Xander, that means that I have been on God’s good Earth for 30 seconds before you.”

Okay, so for the past few years whenever ANZAC Day comes around, I draw something Hetalia-related. And this time, I decided to focus on New Zealand! Because there weren’t be a ‘NZ’ in ‘ANZAC’ without them! 

Also, while researching for WW1 New Zealand uniforms, I came across the Bulford Kiwi - a giant chalk carving kiwi bird that was carved on the side of a hillside in England. And…according to Wikipedia:

“After the war was over the troops were eager to return home, but no troop ships were available. In the wake of riots by disaffected New Zealanders, officers decided that the troops should be kept busy carving an enormous kiwi into the chalk of the hill.”

And I think that’s just hilarious because it’s not just Australia who causes migraines for England!

welcoming december with these fiancés 💞❄️

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"I just want you to stay who you are, Victor! You don't have to say anything, just stand by me!"

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Victor, Yuuri and Yuri prints I previously drew for @yoi-paws-on-ice-zine booklet.