Iggy Down In Da Dumps

in 1497 Philips the handsome married Joan of Castille, meaning that in 1519 their son, Charles V inherited both Spain and his territories in the new world and Austria and the low lands… What consequence does this have for the nations?

Antonio and Roderich wonder during the night of their ‘union’ what kind of game it is they are playing… one of kings and queens, or one of pawns. 

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Love Line.

(Archie Hiecox x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme, really hope you enjoy 💛💛 also sorry if it's a bit short and possibly bad , Im still going through a bad fever.

"Archie! I have another one!"

"Am I obligated to hear it?"

"Yes!" (Y/n) exclaimed, taking a seat near her friend. The pick up lines she would throw around, while cheesy and would only work on Smithson, did help the group morale considerably. "Are you from Tennessee? Cuz you're the only ten I see." (Y/n) said. "Hah!" Exclaimed Aldo, who seemed closer to the duo. Archie however, sighed. Not the sigh of disappointment anyone would expect, but rather a happy one.

"While I heavily dislike these pick-up lines...that one was good." He breathed and (Y/n) clapped in triumph. "I'm gonna go try some on Smithson. That boy hasn't had a woman flirt with him ever." She started in glee, turning her heel and quickly scanning the area and finding Smithson.

Archie was left to his own devices, watching (Y/n) skip to the others. When he and (Y/n) first met, Archie was baffled. How could such a bubbly and happy girl, so full of life, be in the middle of a bloody war? He asked those questions, though found himself hesitant to know the answers. (Y/n) was the type to make stupid, corny jokes and use pick up lines on them all, but mostly to Archie. 

Archie found them dumb, mostly unoriginal and he would possibly strangle any of the other Basterds for even attempting to lay so many on him. His and (Y/n) relationship was platonic to the ordinary observer, but Archie's affection seemed to be obvious to everyone but (Y/n).

He knew that developing feelings for someone right now would most likely result in tragedy, and (Y/n) deserved so much better. She deserved all the good things life had to offer and if Archie wasn't to be one of those things, then so be it. As Archie's eyes focused on (Y/n), he didn't notice Donny coming up behind him. The harsh clap to his shoulder sent Archie a bit forward, a surprised grunt escaping him.

"Donowitz, you scared the wits out of me!" Archie exclaimed. Donny let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, you had your eye elsewhere, Tommy boy." Donny said. Tommy was the less than comical nickname that Americans used for Brits. In any of the cases, he could always call Donny a Yank, and he knew that would sent the Bostonian up the wall. Archie never really minded the nickname anyway. He adjusted his shirt collar. "I have no idea what your talking about." He said calmly, hiding the blush on his face. Donny smirked. " You're lying, Arch." He said simply. Archie turned to him in surprise.

"I...you don't know what you're talking about." Archie insisted. Donny walked closer, placing his large hand on Archie's shoulder. Archie craned his neck to look up to the Sergeant, their height difference more apparent than ever. "You love her, don't you?" Donny asked. The seriousness in his tone was rare, making Archie know he was being serious. A silence passed by, the crunch of fallen leaves becoming more audible. "I've seen the way you look at her, so don't lie to me." Donny inquired. Archie sighed. "It's really that obvious?" Archie asked.

"To everyone but her apparently." Donny said. A soft laugh made Archie look over, his own face contorting to a smile when he sees (Y/n) laughing with Smithson. Seeing her happy made his heart pick up in pace. "I suppose you're right, Donowitz...but...I'd rather keep things as they are now."

"What the hell? Why?"

"We are in the middle of a war Donny. She will be put in unnecessary danger for even associating with me." Archie expressed. Even the thought of her getting hurt because of him, made Archie feel sick. "I understand that, but do you really want to live your life, knowing you never said anything?" Donny asked.

Archie never expected someone like Donny to be so insightful. Not that he thought of Donny as incapable, but he just never showcased any knowledge on love specifically. The world was full of so many surprises, wasn't it? "What guarantee do we have that we'll make it, Donny? I don't want to promise her everything and then give her nothing." Archie expressed frustration. "Well you won't know until you tell her!" Donny retorted, rather loudly.

"Tell her what?"

Archie froze, while Donny's face was slowly overtaken with a mischievous grin. He slowly backed up, saying he heard Aldo call him. Archie silently cursed himself and Donny. "You alright there Archie, you look pale." (Y/n) commented. "Is this about my pick up lines?" She asked slowly. (Y/n) knew that most of the Basterds found her lines annoying and sometimes irritating, but that never warranted a reaction. She was also aware that there was a good chance that this wasn't about that at all. 

Archie chuckled, his eyes down cast. "No...um...well...I have something to confess." Archie finally breathed. (Y/n) ears perked up and her (e/c) widened slightly. "I...I actually find those stupid pick up lines very...endearing. And I find you...very endearing." Archie said carefully.

God, he felt like a boy again. That fear from before appeared once more, the fear that she and him wouldn't have a lifetime together. That Archie wouldn't get to hear those stupid lines again. But then, he thought of Donny's words. "You won't know until you try." He had said. "Archie...what are-?"

"Ivebeeninlovewithoyouforalongtime!"

Another silence passed through them. It was clear that (Y/n) hadn't really understood him. Archie took a breath, speaking slower then before. The parts she did manage to hear made her heart pick up. " I have been in love with you for a long time...I never said anything because I was...I was afraid." Archie confessed. "Afraid that if I promised you so much...I wouldn't be able to give it to you." He finished with a breath. A comfortable silence settled between them, as Archie awaited for her to answer. With a swift move, (Y/n) was upon him immediately, the biggest of smiles on her face. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to say that." She breathed.

With their arms wrapped securely to one another, Archie leaned in to whisper in her ears. "I promise I will give you everything and more." He said, before planting a soft kiss to her neck. "Archie, you know...if you were a triangle, you'd be acute one." (Y/n) replied. 

"I just told you I loved you and you...oh forget it." Archie laughed, before picking her up in her arms. "What can I say...you are adorable." She replied. After such a heated session of confessions, Archie and (Y/n) spent the night under the stars, as he whispered a thousand promises to her awaiting ears. 

For the first time in a long time, life felt good.

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Donny set his beer down on the pub counter, and smirked, “Five hundred francs.” Hirschberg rolled his eyes, “What is that? Like ten bucks?” “Yeah, but we’re in France…so five hundred francs. Take it or leave it.” Hirschberg snickered, “Aint'cha got somethin’…luckier than that?” Donny sneered as he muttered under his breath, “Fucken lucky, I’ll show you lucky.” He set his lucky baseball card on the counter. Rare, 1939 Teddy Williams baseball card. Autographed. Omar raised his eyebrow, and grinned, “Goin’ all in, huh?” Donny smirked, “Might as well. I’m the one that needs the least luck here.” They all grumbled as the betting went on. They were betting on something…well…odd, to say the least. You were a basterd, and a friendly one, too. Friendly with all of them.  As a matter of fact, you’d gotten a laugh or two out of Hugo, which wasn’t an easy thing to do. As much as they hated to admit, each of the boys had a thing for you at some point or other.

They looked back to the other side of the pub, where you were dancing with anyone and everyone that so much as looked  in your direction…. Boy was it a sight that would never fade away from anyone’s memory. You were one of a kind basterd…but a basterd no less. Still, you were more than anyone of them could have ever bargained for. Especially Omar. To him, you were more than he could ever say. You were what they’d all dreamed of having by their side once they got home… But goddamn was it a perk having you there by their side in the war, where it mattered most. Where it was rough having friends, but…none of them would have it any other way. Now…they were all betting who you’d be “friendliest” with in the end… And looked down the counter, “Aldo?” He rolled his eyes, set his whiskey down with a clunk, and crossed his arms, and muttered, “I’m gettin’ too old for this shit…” He cleared his throat, “And I respect Y/n too much to just bet on th-” Donny smirked, “You’re scared, huh?” Smitty snickered,  "You scared you’ll lose, lieutenant?“ Aldo narrowed his eyes as he looked at his men, ”Lose?“

Hirschberg nodded, "You don’t got it, old man.” “Old man?! Old man?! Wicki’s the oldest.” Smitty nodded in agreement, “Oh yeah…Wicki’s older.” “Shaddap Uti.” Donny raised an eyebrow….If he was in danger of losing his Teddy fucking Williams baseball card, he wasn’t letting anyone get away with less than that. All or nothing. “Neat stash of tobaacco there, sir… Y/n’s always sayin’ that stuff aint no good for you. ‘Specially if you’re gettin’ up there in your years-” Aldo rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright. I’m in.” He slammed his tin of snuff on the table, next to the card, the francs, and the mementos everyone was willing to bet.

“Omar.” The last one to enter the bet. And frankly, not the one most of the boys were worried about. With him, it was a long shot. …Even if they wouldn’t advise him (or Smitty, or even Wicki) to join in on the bet, he had something they all wanted. One impressive hoarde of chocolate. He knew that was what they wanted from him. And he was confident… He wasn’t very good at holding  a poker face, but frankly most of the boys were pretty dense as to why he was smirking, “Alright. Hersheys. I’m in." 

"Everyone quiet!” Hirschberg spotted you coming toward them, and they all scrambled to hide their wagers. “Hey, why’s everyone so quiet?” You stood at the end of the counter, after dancing for what seemed like an eternity, but not quite done for the night. The tavern’s band was taking a short break. And you just needed to cool off a little. Aldo knew that, and held up a glass of whiskey on the rocks. The most refreshing thing he could think of. “Y/n?” You smiled a little as you caught your breath, “Ya know that brunette back there keeps eyeing you, sir?” “What?” You smiled, and gestured back to the dancing youth, “There.” “O…oh..well…” You smiled, “Maybe save that drink, huh?” “I-” A little way down the counter, Omar lifted a different glass. Cognac. Which is all you liked to drink. Which he knew. Hugo, thinking you had to be at least a  little tired out, and noting the band had been playing some slower songs earlier, he figured, he might as well give it a shot. “Y/n….” You looked to him, with a naive, sincere smile, “Yeah?” All he had to say was “Dance?” And you nodded, “You got it!” You smiled at him, and turned to get to Omar. So…the basterds watched as you passed Aldo by, and somehow Omar and Hugo seemed to gain favor… Minutes later, after finishing that cognac from Omar, you were back on the dance floor…and Aldo withdrew from the bet, seeing that the brunette on the dance floor had a thing for the Tennessee man. He swung by the bar with her, and passed by the basterds. She was clinging to him, and looking up at him dreamily, passing a lit cigar to him. He held it up, eyed his tin of snuff, and sighed. “Men.” They all stood waiting, as if he’d give an order. He smirked a little, knowing he’d get snuff some way or another, “I fold.” And he was off, with his new acquaintance. With one less basterd in the race, the stakes were raised higher. “Five hundred and fifty francs!” Donny held his poker face…he had to. Frankly, that was all the francs he had to offer. Smitty looked on as you danced the night away, “Y/n likes music, right?” Omar chuckled, “Oh she does, Einstein?” “Look.” Smitty narrowed his eyes, and Omar rolled his, and smiled “Y/n don’t care what music plays, Smitty. She’ll dance to anything.” Donny laughed as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. It made him happy to see you happy. Frankly, he didn’t really care who won the bet, as long as you were happy. He only bet to begin with because…well he’s Donny Donowitz. He’s just competitive. And impulsive…and regretted betting his lucky card. Still, he smiled with a sigh, “Ain’t that the truth.” He took a drink and looked back at the counter. His competitive instinct kicked in. He grinned, as he nudged Hugo, and looked on to the dance floor, “Y'know what Y/n really likes dancin’ to, Hugo?” Hugo raised his eyebrow as the band came back. Hearing the blaring, wild trumpet beginning to play, as you looked back at them from the edge of the dancing crowd, waiting for your dance partner, His eyes widened as you gestured to him… Hirschberg taunted him too, leaning over the bar, and snickering “That’s right. Ragin’ wild swing.” He looked back at Wicki, as if asking for help for the first time in his life. Wicki shrugged as he sipped some bourbon. “You aready asked her to dance. Might not be the best time to disappoint her, kumpel.” Utivich laughed, “Her? Don’t dissapoint us!” He pushed Hugo off his stool, and toward the dance floor. He grimaced, and looked as if he was about ready to snarl at them like a rabid animal… 

Just then, you walked out from the dancefloor, and took his hands, and pulled him toward the crowd, your laugh like a beacon in a stormy night, pulling a smile from him.

“Damn can she do the goddamn charleston!” Donny chuckled, looking on. Omar narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out where Hugo had gone.  "L-Is that Hugo?!“ "Y-Yeah….” “Damn look at him go!”

The basterds laughed and started cheering for him, until he stumbled a little, and fell. “Look at him go!” Wicki smiled, as you came back to them, your laugh was like a song to him. Laugh! That was it! He tried to capture that light in your gleaming eyes in the milisecond before your laugh rang like a mermaid’s song. A joke or two would do it… Except he stumbled on the punchline. There was a lot on the line, after all. And the boys laughed at him and his mistakes. Omar chuckled, “Careful boys, you’ll break an old man’s heart.” Wicki rolled his eyes, and the jeering went on, Hirschberg smirked, “Might be having a stroke.” You rolled your eyes, though you could hardly contain your guity smile as you punched Hirschberg’s shoulder, “Oh, you’re so mean!” He looked up at you, and caught sight of that hidden grin, and felt at ease with himself for a moment. He’d made you smile…that was a start. But it wasn’t much. Omar knew that, as he smirked and took a sip of his beer. 

You could read a room. Better yet, you knew each of the basterds inside out, and knew something was up. You weren’t blind either, so you had a pretty good idea at what was happening. You were killer at war, but a heartbreaker at nature. All it took to throw Hirschberg off his game, and blow everyone else’s egos to bits was to wink at him. One little wink.| Omar hid his smirk again as he raised his beer to his lips, and raised his head back, dousing his retained laugh with the rich, bitter, cool beer as he shot you a knowing, loving glance.

************ “Y'know…I think…I thinkn y/n’s on to us…” Hirschberg sighed as  he loked down at the crumpled, orange and red leaves as he marched with Donny, Omar, and Smitty to a rendezvous point. You had gone with the rest of the basterds to a somewhat distant town for supplies, and they were meeting you at  a hideout that was roughly the halfway point. The rest of the boys were discussing their progress in the wager, and Hirschberg was a little unsettled. Donny sighed as he stretched out his arms, “Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?” Hirschberg grumbled a little then admitted, “Made my move…and she wasn’t havin’ none of it. Got far enough to try and sneak in a little kiss.” Omar, who had been splashing some water from a creek onto his face, stopped. He looked up, still facing away from them to hide his cheeky grin, “Yeah? How’d that go?” He knew you. He knew you’d always be true. You’d told him so, once, long ago. And he believed you. Still, he couldn’t help but sigh a little, remembering the soft, secret touch of your lips. Sure enough, your lips were often cracked by the carelessness of war and winter, but still the best kiss a soldier like him could ever ask for.

Hirschberg wouldn’t know. And that’s what made Omar smirk. “She slap you?” Smitty couldn’t help but laugh a little, and Donny suggested, “Punch ya?…Can’t blame her. Wouldn’t want a face like yours near me either.” Hirschberg rolled his eyes, “No! She….she put her fingers…on my lips, goddamn it!” Omar smirked as he walked by him, patting him on the back, “Well, looks like you’re losin’ you’re luger.” “Yeah, yeah…” He sighed, wondering in defeat if he’d really lose his luger, “Then she said. She looks at me with those eyes, y'know…those fucken eyes…” Omar nodded with a sigh, looking up at the sky, as if he could see them, “Yeah…I know those eyes…” The boys didn’t quite catch that air of sincerity in his voice. That trace of love, that hint of reminiscence Omar’s dreamy daze was interrupted by Hirschberg’s brash voice, “And ya know what she says? She pushed me back, see. And she says to me, 'Hirsch, you gon’ tell me what this is all about or not?’ ”

Donny gasped, almost in disbeleif, like he was hearing gossip in a salon, “No!”

Hirschberg replied in the near same tone, “Yes!” Smitty shook his head, “Well what’d you say?!” “I said no, that’s what I fucken said!” Smitty rolled his eyes in exasperation, “So you admitted there was something going on!?” “No, didn’t you hear, I said no?!” Smitty sighed, “No. You said no, you wouldn’t tell her what was happening, not no there was nothing happening.” Hirschberg frowned, and opened his mouth to respond… Then quickly realized Smitty’s point, shrugged, took a puff from his cigarette, and sighed, “Guess I did…” As the boys marched on, Donny spotted something poking through Smitty’s jacket. “Whatcha got there, kid?” “A book.” “Aw, yeah? What kinda book?” Donny smirked at Omar and Hirschberg, and nudged Smitty. Smitty pulled it out of his jacket. The cover read “Le Petit Prince.” A story born and banned in France. Nevertheless, there it was, in his hands, wishing to find yours. “Ya know Y/n can’t read French, right?” And in that moment, his heart broke into a million pieces. He wasn’t in it for the wager, or even to win your heart. To him, you’d always be like a shining star, across the universe. He’d always hope to see you, but he’d never be close enough. He loved you like a friend could, from the moment he figured that out. He knew love was much like war, not something to be toyed with or bet on. It was far beyond his hands. He loved you, but not in the way you deserved, so he stepped down… He’d confided that to Omar, still not knowing the truth. And Omar had listened with a sigh, knowing you loved Smitty, like you loved all the other basterds. As brothers. But Smitty was, well, the youngest, and so you thought of him as a sort of baby brother. So Omar helped Smitty find that book. Did it nearly cost them an arm and a leg (literally)? Yes. Would either of them ever tell you? No. So Omar’s heart sank when he caught that defeated look in Smitty’s eyes, and stepped up. “She’s got a French dictionairy, y'know she’s learnin’. And…it’s the thought that counts, kid. Chin up.” Smitty smiled a little, and stopped for a moment, as Omar turned back around and kept marching with the others.  Smitty looked up ahead, knowing you were somewhere out there, and he was more excited than evere to give you that book. After a few moments of silence, something started picking at Donny. “Omar.” “Yeah, sarge?” “How the hell are you still so confident about this?” Hirschberg, Smitty, and Donny then stopped in ther tracks to look at Omar, and wait for an answer. Omar was the only basterd that had never had a steady relationship before. Hell, Smitty might’ve been the youngest, but even he had a high school sweetheart at some point. Hirschberg nodded, “Yeah you ain’t even made your first move yet!” Donny sighed, having made more moves than he’d ever had to before, “Yeah you should do sometin’ quick, Ulmer. You ain’t got any idea what you’re getting yourself into with that girl. It’s fucking impossible.” Omar shrugged, “Well…we did go through boot camp together.” As a matter of fact, that was where it all started. Sneaking out of your bunks in the middle of the night, and roaming around under the stars, jsut talking. “And we spent our fair share of time together.” This was the first time you’d been split up… And he failed to define 'together’. He shrugged, “I know a little more about her than you think.”

Hirschberg crossed his arms and remarked, “That right?” “Yeah… She likes a good show. Action pictures, that sort of thing.” Donny raised his eyebrow with a grin,“Action pictures, huh?” A few hours later, after ambushing a nazi outfit nearby, Donny was swinging with his bat, “Y/n likes action movies, right?” Omar smirked a little, “Give her a real show, Donny. Knock 'em dead.” Donny smirked a little, and walked into the tunnel, already riled up.

And, after some intimidation and interrogation, Aldo called Donny out. And Donny did put his all into it… He really was the closest thing the basterds had to seeing a movie. 

And at the end of it, as Werner lay dead, and his private gave Aldo all the information he needed, Donny looked across the fort to you, with smouldering, smirking eyes, and a sly grin. His eyes fell on you, your basterd grin, and laughing eyes, and moved down, and saw your hand. Your hand, resting on a stone. With Omar’s hand resting on yours. “No…” His eyes grew wide. His mouth dropped open. The other basterds’ eyes followed his, because if something left the Bear Jew speechless, it was something worth looking at. And indeed, it was. Because they all saw what he did. Omar smirking, his raised eyebrow, pulling his arm around your shoulders, and kissing you. What’s more…they’d all just lost a bet. In fact, they’d lost the moment they even put their wagers on the table. Then, a million questions went back and forth. “WHAT?!” being the most common. Followed by “WHEN?!?!?!” and, of course, “HOW!?!?!?!” To which Omar responded, “Learned a lot more than you think in basic training. Y/n’s been by my side since then. Made it official just before we left England.” You laughed a little, “We didn’t know we’d be leaving together.” You didn’t know you were both being sent to the basterds. Hirschberg smirked. “So ya can do somethin’ right, huh Omar” Aldo chuckled a little,  "Say, y/n that how  ya get him to shut his mouth every once in a while? Ya learn that trick in basic training too?“ You blushed a little, "More or less, Aldo.” Omar smiled as he looked at you, the basterds saving their grumbling about their gambling for later, for your sake. Still…Hirschberg slipped up and said “Some fucken bet…” Then, it all made sense to you. A bet…. The other basterds never had a chance to start with. They were betting blind. Omar though, he took a gamble of long odds when he met you. He bet it all on you again that night in the pub. It wasn’t just his chocolate stash, it was his love, his pride, his heart. That was clear to everyone from that moment. But you didn’t understand why. You spoke softly, a way only Omar ever heard you speak before, and you asked him, “Why?” He smiled. “Because I trusted you. I knew my odds, they were always on my side. Like you.” You shut your eyes, feeling like a fool, and giving a small, amused smile. Loving someone during war was always a wager with death, with odds that weren’t in your favor. But loving a basterd… Loving Omar Ulmer… Now that was a chance you were willing to take, from the moment you first laid eyes on him. He didn’t know that. He’d played a game of fortune and heartbreak, once, and won. And he’d be willing to bet it all again, for you, and only you.

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My tablet completely died on me on stream right after finishing the comic for my askblog, so after this I could only draw with my mouse. So here are, due to popular demand, the weird THINGS that came out of that. Ludwig in the middle turned out weirdly well….

also the fourth picture was twice already in the past because I said Ludwig with be a terror child

Spain attributed the success of his Zumba classes to his personality.

This is very random but would you please do Shizuku in D5 and Seiji in D2 (from whisper of the heart)

naur naur its true..

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