#hetaph

Eiji and Ash parted without dramatics, almost indifferently but when they hugged, Ash held on so tightly and Eiji looked like he didn't want to let go.

He didn't ever want to let go.

Ibe sat next to him on the plane but he felt alone, the familiar warmth of Ash not there, the way he would slowly lay on him, like he as waiting for permission and Eiji would press a kiss to bright blond hair. He closed his eyes and leaned against the window, aware that New York was fading away, he quietly began to cry.

He felt so empty, without Ash being near him and he realised then, belatedly:

I loved him, he thought, I've always loved him. The moment I saw him, I fell in love instantly.

He wasn't religious but he would pray that Ash knew he loved him. There was a failed attempt to give Ash his phone number, saw the way his eyes looked pained.

"Don't tease me, Eiji. I'll never be satisfied with you miles away.. We may never see each other again."

Eiji translated it to: "I'm scared of what I will lose. I'm going to lose you regardless and I just want to rip the bandage away."

The Japanese man curled in on himself as he cried softly and Ibe felt his eyes glisten as he watched him.

Unable to reach him even inches away.

Years passed, Eiji never spoke of Ash again. Though, his portfolio was full of pictures of boys with blond hair, all of them a shade too dark.

"We're going to New York." His teacher announced to the class, a senior project of sorts.

When he went home, he cried himself to sleep.

Arriving in New York was painful, even after three years the wound was open and pulsing with infection.

He smiled softly when his classmates pointed out how he'd been here before and as they explored, they came across a bar.

"Sir, don't go i-"

The door swung open despite his protests and brown eyes met green.

A flame that seemed to have burned out rekindled instantly, a fire that had began to go out brought back by wide green eyes.

"Eiji-"

So first let me present myself! 

I’m Hetaph, a totally basic French girl passionate about drawing! I also like reading all sort of things and talking with people!

I’ve decided to make this tumblr to post drawings and presentations of my OCs and their Universe and I’m planning to make a webcomic about them! I hope you’ll like them!

If you like my art and my OCs, please, don’t hesitate to check my DA!

Okay, well, I do, but it's mostly writing on my netbook...unless I bring home my work laptop.  Which I should, I don't like leaving it at work, undocked.  :( 

Onward to fic writing plans...

I'm currently trying to figure out what the next step in the story is for Wanderlust.  The girls need to go to Germany, for sure.  I have not been there yet, so I'm not exactly sure what to do.  I haven't researched anything I want to do there yet.  I was thinking parks, part of the wall, museums, and then some stereotypically Bavarian stuff with Ludwig and Roddy in lederhosen. 

I want to show the girls fangirling it up with the Women's Book Club (it's head canon....) and picking on Austria, who just happens to be there (possibly against his will).  The problem is, I'm not sure what to do with the bros (MAD and the Germans). 

I would think think and the Germans would be easy to do, considering Ludwig would go back to work as soon as he could and Gilbert would be doing Gilbert things...like conspiring.  But MAD...what to do with them?  Should they go on an adventure?  Should M and D follow A on his mad quest for reasons? 

I do want to set up the split in chapter 11 or 12, where, for yet to be determined reasons, Piri and her sisters are split up.  Taiwan ends up in Switzerland where she fangirls over it (and him).  Vietnam finds herself in a yet to be determined vacation spot and just kind of chills there because she's a Boss like that.  And Piri ends up in underground in Rome after getting off a train, taking a wrong turn at a station while trying to catch another train to go back to Switzerland to pick up Taiwan, and is found by Rome and Germania, who (once more, for reasons unknown) are living in the ruins beneath Rome (let's call it "Rome-Topia").  Germania is there somewhat reluctantly.

Stuff happens and they help Piri back on the train where the chapter should end with Piri writing a Rome/Germania fanfic.  Piri picks up her siblings and head to Venice, Florence, and finally back to Rome, where the story will conclude with everyone meeting up once more and family drama. 

Spain: POR QUEEEE!? 

Piri: =_=;;

So yes ,this first.  Second thing I have to work on is EoG, but that's more a relatively "for fun, if I feel like it" epic long fic. 

I keep wanting to write something I had planned months ago, during one of my conversations on being Filipino-American and the generational gap, cultural, and socio-economic differences through time in the diaspora with my brother.  (What do you and YOUR siblings talk about?)

He pretty much knows all the fandoms I write for and has a basic understanding of what HetaPH is, so he thought my idea was interesting.  I believe I've suggested this before to Squishy, but retracted the suggestion due to her current work load and my concerns that the topic was too vague.

Basically, I wanted to portray Maria as the Philippines - the Filipino in the Philippines, while in contrast, Juan represented the Filipino diaspora in America that left the Philippines in the early 20th Century to work in America and how the diaspora and environment have changed to now. 

Then Juan, feeling some sort of identity crisis, finally goes back to the Philippines after so long and finds himself faced with culture shock.  The Philippines in his mind, despite what he's heard and seen while in the States, is still the Philippines of the 1920's. 

I wanted to try to capture the feelings a lot of my older relatives seemed to have after returning after so long. It's always a lot of nostalgia coupled with confusion and irritation, surprise and excitement.  Still, their memories are seemingly skewed by what is now around them and vice versa. It isn't "home" any more, no matter how much they fall back into place.  In addition, they will also be someone who is seen as "returning" or "visiting".

I also wanted to try to focus on what we've noticed here between the generations of Filipino immigrants.  Many earlier Fil-Am groups worked labor jobs (farming, fishing, canneries, etc.), while newer groups have more white-collar jobs (accounting, nursing).  There is a certain class and economic difference and that changes the way groups look at each other.  Then there is how "American-ness" is accepted and integrated, as well as how Filipinos are seen around the world by the world, back in the Philippines by native-born Filipinos, and by other Filipinos in America. 

Things I have been thought to be while traveling:

- Canadian <- Because I was nice.  =_=;;

- Misc. Asian <- Apparently, Filipinos aren't known for traveling in particular areas unless they are an...

- Overseas worker <- or...

- "I thought you were something...it wasn't good." <- O_o I have several theories on this: all lead back to sex.  It's my experience, I can theorize what I want.

- Mexican <- Actually, my friend's cousin asked if I was Mexican.  They are also Filipino. 

- Misc. Pacific Islander (Samoan, Hawaiian mostly) <- Also understandable.

- Sometimes, I just get a very confused look.

So I kind of wanted to integrate all of this into story based on my observations.  My main problem would be that Juan is male and my experiences aboard are obvious as a female.  (Seriously, having boobs makes a difference.)  I think I can write around that.  I also don't have much experience abroad for long periods of time, which certainly would affect the over all perception by the native populace.  I suppose I can mainly focus it on America. 

I don't want to focus on so much on what is considered "history" or politics, but on experiences, personal thoughts, and emotion through time.