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and y’know what? happy pride to all of us that use it/its pronouns, maybe i’m biased but we’re all so hot and cool and i love that for us

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Inconsequential Headcanons 1/?

I've been feeling weird about my writing, going from loving it to hating it to somewhere in the middle, wanting it more serious and then more light-hearted again (I blame the weather, university and fascism on principle and in no particular order)

So, stupid headcanon time!! I texted these to Cya ages ago, but the broader public must see them!! (/nsrs)

CW: this is about alcohol (mainly in a positive manner); also mentions of sex

type of alcohol CH like and how they act when drunk:

Bavaria enjoys his own beer but he actually enjoys wine more than beer, he's just too proud to admit it; he gets even flirtier than when sober, making it his mission to make everyone around him blush at least once; does not enjoy sexual things when drunk but likes getting attention

Brandenburg indulges sometimes, though he's mostly the designated driver; once video recorders are invented, he enables his friends to do stupid shit just so he can get it on video (this includes Prussia); people usually assume he is responsible when drunk but he really isn't; he becomes a worse enabler and is typically the one to come up with the stupid ideas

Prussia enjoys beer most, though he also enjoys harder alcohol, which he will drink occasionally; he is very particular about it being German beer, besides that he enjoys coffee with a shot of strong alcohol; he is a very affectionate drunk, getting touchy (consensually) and telling his friends/partners/family members that he loves them, he also gets giggly not because someone is being funny but because he can finally let loose; when he drinks a lot, he gets tired and finds someone to cuddle up to and fall asleep against (he finds it incredibly embarrassing the following morning)

Berlin likes shots and fruity cocktails most; as soon as he is even slightly tipsy, Berlin finds everything funny, literally unable to stop laughing; absolutely the person to start crying about stupid stuff too ("snakes cannot hug others because they don't have arms" type of stupid crying)

Königsberg holds her liquor best, she barely ever gets drunk enough to even feel it beyond getting tipsy, but if she does, she wants to dance; she just *needs* to move, usually also ropes her friends into it; can get sensual during dancing which is a great pair with Berlin's laughing because then he is very blushy while laughing (yes, Brandenburg has captured at least one of these moments on video)

GE especially enjoys sparkling wine because he enjoys the sensation in his mouth and on his tongue, he usually goes with the weaker alcoholic drinks (beer, wine, champagne); he becomes grumpy when drunk, wants to be left alone or only spend time with people he is closest to (mainly just AHE and Prussia), would probably not get drunk around his children, though if he were to, they'd be a part of the group he enjoys spending time with

extra bullet point for grumpy-drunk GE/affectionate-drunk Prussia, because GE is very receptive to it, usually refuses to let go of Prussia once they both get to that point (if this happens (very rarely), they typically fall asleep like this in the most uncomfortable position as well)

AE likes absinthe best, even though he does not hold his liquor well and gets drunk really quickly; he says it tastes good, most people assume it's for show/to boast; he gets loud, no matter his mood, AE has to be loud when he is drunk; he is usually a little whiny even when sober but this grows exponentially when AE gets drunk; if he is drunk on New Years' Eve, he will scream the countdown into the sky; if he's just tipsy and in a good mood, he'll start talking a lot, half of the rumours in Europe during his lifetime are spread because AE got tipsy and began spilling secrets to the closest person

Frankfurt/Main turns into his pre-revolution (the 1848 German one) self when drunk, becoming more confident and self-assured but it usually ends in him feeling much worse the following day, which is why he barely ever drinks alcohol (I've already made him a cocaine addict, might as well add an alcohol addiction /hj)

I have made this list before adding about a million more characters because of my newest story, so perhaps I'll do a second part for this topic in particular just to include more characters (mainly women, why were my stories like 90% men? smh), also gonna have to cut it short because my self-control of not adding angst is waning

additional headcanon I shamelessly stole from Cya about Russian Empire:

he mainly drinks chamomile infused vodka (she sent me the recipe but I have yet to make it (shame on me, I love vodka)); any other alcohol will barely change him but if he drinks this specific drink, RE becomes more subdued, rather quiet and more likely to apologise even for things that are not specifically his fault

adding on to that for subdued-drunk RE/affectionate-drunk Prussia: literally nobody believes how they act when drunk unless they are in the room with them because it is so unlike their public personalities

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Notice for my AU

woah, I'm making an actual tumblr post talking about something instead of writing a drabble, imagine that Anyway, this is a post for people who read my works on ao3 (ThinkingRobot, give me love, I need it), since I'll be editing my already published works

Bit of a backstory: Cya asked me, reasonably, about the plothole that affects mainly Rough Diamond, which is GE and Prussia being married despite both of them being men and homosexuality (and queerness in general) obviously being frowned upon during that time

I've been ignoring that plothole ever since I started writing this story because 1.) I didn't feel like dealing with homophobia since, as a queer person, I've grown tired of reading stories about it and 2.) I already had a plot that was pretty set in stone and adding one more element might have stopped me from writing altogether

Now, this is something that has been bugging me ever since; I'm a history nerd and though I obviously get stuff wrong, I try my very best to be historically as accurate as humanly possible (this is my special interest, I'm literally studying history)

I've had this silly headcanon/thought experiment/daydream for a while about Prussia pretending to be a woman (I describe him as having feminine features, he has long hair and he enjoys wearing dresses) and when Cya asked, my brain immediately returned to that headcanon

Obviously, this is a crack idea taken fully seriously but if you know anything about my writing, it's that I thrive on crack treated seriously, because this world is whimsical so why can't my stories be

Thinking about it and spitballing some ideas how this would work and I was instantly hooked, so to delete one plot issue of making one (1) country in 19th century Europe oddly queerfriendly, I decided to make Prussia just pretend to be a woman for the public (yes, I did have to reintroduce homophobia for the sake of realism; yes, this might still not be fully realistic but then again neither are wings and immortal countries)

Some things on how this would work (I'm tired of playing all these things close to my chest, so some spoilers after this point):

Prussia has a human lover when he is still rather young and they get found out so his human lover is killed (yes, this is inspired by Friedrich the Great and Hans Hermann von Katte (I cried when I first read about them))

this teaches him that homosexuality = bad

Prussia already enjoys having long hair and wearing dresses, though he is not allowed to have either until he joins Brandenburg in 1618

his father, Teutonic Order, dies in the Thirty Years' War and during the war, Prussia establishes himself as a woman (don't worry, I have some works planned for this time period and this will be explored in detail)

Prussia realises that not only is it practical since he can openly be in relationships but also that he feels comfortable like this

Prussia is still a man, considers himself a man and will be referred to as a man; he does not want to be a woman but he finds freedom in feminine self-expression, this is me enjoying to explore genderqueerness or nonconformity, not a trans story; I have other trans characters who will get their spotlight

If you have questions, feel free to ask, though beware that my answers might vary from actual explanations and explorations of my AU to a simple "I don't know"; this is not a new idea but until today I didn't consider it further than "wouldn't it be funny..." so I'm still fleshing things out

other than that, I'll try to get the editing done in the following week so I can focus back on my other works

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I'VE BEEN SAYING

Do you ever think about how much bloodshed could have been prevented throughout history if male rulers were not homophobic and simply married their rivals to solve territorial disputes and religious schisms

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y'know, I probably should have

have you ever considered

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so unbelievably real, I get a month's worth of serotonin for every comment I receive

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

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It's dark. The moon is hidden behind clouds and the only light in the room comes from the tiny sliver of the stars that twinkle high up in the sky.

Russian Empire is half-asleep. He would be deep down in dream land was it not for one particular factor keeping him awake.

"Can you imagine what would have happened if we had never befriended each other?" Prussia asked in that very moment, as though he had heard Russia's lament.

A soft sound escaped Russia's mouth against his will. He did not want to pay attention to Prussia. If he could pretend to be asleep, maybe the king would grow weary as well. Alas, luck was not on his side and Prussia correctly interpreted the noise as Russian Empire being awake.

And so he continued, "I do not just mean the trajectory of our own lives but of history as is. Would we have become friends? If we had, would we still have become lovers?"

Russia felt Prussia's cheek heat against his arm, which was the only sensation that made this even slightly bearable. He was tired and as much as he loved Prussia, all he wanted at the moment was to sink into the bed and lose himself to unconsciousness.

"Maybe we would be entirely different people now, had we never become friends," Prussia said, undeterred by the fact that Russia was trying, and failing, to tune him out. "Oh, God, imagine I would have turned into someone like Austria."

He shuddered, his hand tightening briefly around Russian Empire's bicep. "Or worse, imagine you had turned into someone like Austria." Now, Prussia nuzzled closer, pressing a kiss against Russia's collarbone.

"Is that fate or is that coincidence? I read a fascinating article recently. It was published anonymously, and it considered the existence of there being a third factor, something outside of fate or coincidence--"

Seeing as none of his other methods had worked thus far, Russian Empire grabbed a pillow and pressed it over Prussia's face. It wasn't nearly strong enough to hurt the other man, who wasn't even fighting against it other than huffing softly and rolling onto his stomach.

A few moments later, Russian Empire lifted the pillow again, trying to meet Prussia's eye. It was hard, given the fact that the clouds had not migrated much, but they managed it.

When Prussia opened his mouth, Russia kissed him. Nothing sensual, just a sweet kiss to make him shut up.

"I love you," Russia murmured, his eyes slipping shut again, "I love you incredibly much, in fact. However, I'll reconsider if you don't let me sleep anytime soon."

Prussia pouted. Russian Empire couldn't see it but it was audible when the king spoke next, "I can't sleep."

Another grumble left Russia's lips. "You can go to your library and get a book. I don't mind if you light some candles. Be quiet." Prussia didn't move and Russian Empire opened one eye to glance at him. "What is it?"

"The discussion," Prussia answered, his voice now much quieter than it had been just moments ago.

"At a reasonable hour and when I'm more awake."

Satisfied, Prussia slipped out of bed and out of the room. Russian Empire did not hear him return, did not notice him reading through half of the night and then finally cuddling up to the tsar an hour before sunrise. He noticed none of it because the moment the door clicked shut, Russia was fast asleep.

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Prussia: I'd do anything for you.

Brandenburg: I want you to get at least eight hours of sleep, eat and drink regularly, and communicate

Prussia: Best I can do is murder.

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German, my beloved

Another lovely phrase I love to use (mostly to annoy my friends) is "ach du meine nase" which just means "oh you my nose" and is great for expressing surprise but in a sort of over the top way

love saying "ich krieg die krise" for i'm losing it / i'm freaking out / etc because it translates directly to "I'm getting the crisis". you know the one. THE crisis. the one and only baby. ye ol reliable

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I'm so normal about these two *screams cutely*

HOLY HECK 102 FOLLOWERS?! Chat... thanks sm... (idk if that's good for Tumblr prolly not idk HELP not an avid user but ykyk...) I drew this way before the last post but ig it wouldn't hurt posting the pretty offly drawn Prussia & German Emp angst here- 👀

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Spring 1898

It is not yet dark outside when German Empire steps out of his study, watching as the French diplomat he had been speaking to for over an hour now walks down the hallway towards a guest chamber.

He stretches. His muscles are sore from a training session the previous day and unused to movement after he sat most of today. Germany swipes his hair from his face, tying it back in a small ponytail that he knows Luise loves.

German Empire walks through the castle, enjoying the rather cool air that is a stark contrast to the stuffiness in his office. By the time he decides to search for his family the sun has sunken significantly and the beams illuminating the hallways are more orange than yellow.

First he checks the library where Prussia usually spends his free time but it is empty. So is the room reserved for Luise's play time once she has finished her lessons for the day.

Germany is not quite as easy to worry as his husband but he can't help when it begins nagging at him as he also searches the bedrooms, garden and kitchen as well dining room.

They are nowhere to be found and something tight clenches at his chest. Germany decides that if he does not find them in the drawing room either, he will send out a search party.

His worries all fade when he pushes the door open. Fear makes way for relief and that makes way for the lingering warmth of happiness.

Prussia and Luise are laying on a couch, both asleep. Their daughter's body is curled into Prussia's and one of his arms is wrapped around her.

There is an open book laying on Prussia's chest, Luise's favourite. It is slowly slipping down and German Empire lifts it off before it can clatter to the ground and wake the two.

However, Prussia still stirs, blinking his eyes open with a small groan. He rubs his right eye, staring up at Germany in confusion before a smile breaks over his features. "Good evening, love," he murmurs, his voice slightly rough from sleep.

"Good evening," German Empire answers just as quietly and kisses Prussia in greeting.

"I thought you still had another meeting."

Germany chuckles. "I did. It just ended. When did you fall asleep?"

Prussia gently shifts Luise's head onto a pillow so he can sit up, adjusting his clothes. "Judging by the sun, maybe three?" he guesses, yawning widely.

"Seems like you needed the rest then," Germany teases as he sits down beside him, ruffling Luise's hair. She makes a soft noise in her sleep but doesn't wake up. "It's nearly six."

"Mhm, we were both tired." Prussia leans his head against Germany's shoulder, smiling wider when the latter pulls him closer.

"You know, she won't sleep through the night because of this?"

"I think, I can live with that."

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if bad father, why cute?

prussia’s real dad, trust

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writing chapter 14 after just having struggled through the entirety of chapter 13 is like playing animal crossing right after eldenring

and I've never even played eldenring

I mean, I know I'd be bad at it

but still

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pfp art

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I am going to murder the English language

currently going insane

I'm so obsessed with my current wip that I cannot read anything, but somehow also unable to write anything for it

anyway, have shameless self-promo

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currently going insane

I'm so obsessed with my current wip that I cannot read anything, but somehow also unable to write anything for it

anyway, have shameless self-promo

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Would let her step on me and thank her for it frrr

first post woo