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which one of you mother fuckers revealed yourself to me in a dream just now, messaging me on the hell site about the most interesting and cool world building for a fic I have ever seen, and showing off your illustration powers. I woke up and no such messages exist. I am devastated but it was too specific, I remember too much about it, and I can't fucking read in dreams, man. Hanging onto hope I was actually only half-dreaming.

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EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP, SEALAND IS TAKING THE PISS AGAIN. 🔥

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Happy 2nd year anniversary to the silliest man EVER and his tragic love story <\3

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this feels like an awful lot like arthur relying on his child soldier during the war

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Monthly Members' Fics — Dec 2024

The Hidden Spade — Chapter 2: Waking Beauty by Actually_a_horse (America/England) When Alfred finds he has the mark of the Queen of Spades, he knows he will be forced into royalty and the feminine role of Queen—dresses and all. There is no way Alfred can allow himself to be found out, not when his freedom and identity are on the line. The universe seems to have other plans for him, however. Can Alfred keep his secret? Or is fate too strong to allow a Queen to not take her throne?

Devour by smuttyandabsurd (Greece/Turkey) Greece and Turkey have sex on a rug by the fire.

Satisfaction by Delgumo (America/Russia) After coming across Pornhub, young Alfred's interest is piqued. Determined to satisfy his curiosity and experience what he saw online, he takes matters into his own hands and seeks out an adult to try it with. One fateful day of searching for a partner, he gets his wish and ends up in a stranger's apartment. The guy, who introduces himself as Ivan, is more hestant than expected, but Alfred is adamant in his desires.

Dong of the Jade Dynasty by Mossy_man (China/Russia) The title is obviously joking, but people, living on top of the cursed mountain, certainly are not. A poor treasure seeker Ivan is forced to experience it in full.

It Was Always You — Chapter 2 by Delgumo (America/Canada) Matthew visits Alfred’s apartment to drink on his birthday. Alfred confesses his feelings in a way that will change their relationship forever. Matthew, distraught, denies his advances but Alfred refuses to give up.

Between the Shelling by proosh (Prussia/Reader) The front was mostly boredom when you weren’t being shelled. You were on sentry duty a little after dawn, peering through the carefully-concealed holes of the trench parapet, eyes straining as you tried to focus on the distant opposing line through the barbed wire and shell craters and the wafting mist that caught the early morning sun. Just a few hundred meters over were the English, sitting in their own trenches and peering back over at you. All of them would kill you without hesitation. You're a young soldier on the Western Front, and you find yourself receiving a surprise guest.

like fucking a cremeschnitte (creamy-soft-sweet and slightly wrong) — Chapter 1 by kllb (America/Russia, America & Canada, Canada & Russia) “Haha. An alpha, a beta and an omega get snowed in together. This is like-” “A horror movie.” “The worst porn ever.” He stares blankly, first at the former than the latter. “...a sitcom. Can you guys chill out a little?” aka ohh nooo russias scent blockers make him go into chemically induced heat at canadas house and he's paranoid and sickly! and america has(?) to fuck him for health reasons! and canada tries to not kill himself and stop them from killing each other! ohh nooooo!

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since I fell victim to the ao3 authors curse should the next chapter update do the meme. "hey guys sorry, (laundry list of trauma) but im back now"

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I would like to yap about Sealand with you. We match each other's Sealand freak

you have extraordinary timing, since I'm just coming back after an extended hiatus. I would love nothing more than this — hit me the fuck up 👏👏

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obsessivly doodling him now, take this like corner page sketch

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A lot of the leftist takes about imane khelif are legit almost as triggering as the conservative psychosis surrounding the situation; rare that I have to remove myself from the news cycle completely but the sheer ignorance about intersex people, the issues our community goes through, and how both sides are contributing to those problems and worsening it, is so incredibly painful jfc.

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I JUST learned how to make a granny square do not tell me about the historically significant Irish crochet lace do NOT give me the great famine period patterns I can FEEL THE FIXATION SETTING IN PLEASE HELP

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After much anxiety over these past few days.. hormone panel came in. The people who tried to assign me female at birth, and who tried to make me into their Olympics kid, are the same ones who would say I have too much testosterone to compete in women's sports lmao

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The man that coined the modern use of the word "gender" and "gender identity" is also the man responsible for the heinous David Reimer experiment, which he claimed a success, defending the forcible reassignment of intersex infants using this "success" for decades after. The term "gender" as it is used in modern times came from the same mind and philosophy as the concept of mutilating intersex infants and children, and we are erased from the queer community by queer folks every day. Are you including intersex people in your queer spaces and queer activism?

"Sexologist John Money introduced the terminological distinction between biological sex and gender as a role in 1955. Before his work, it was uncommon to use the word gender to refer to anything but grammatical categories. However, Money's meaning of the word did not become widespread until the 1970s, when feminist theory embraced the concept of a distinction between biological sex and the social construct of gender." (Source)

"In 1966, Dr. Money founded the Gender Identity Clinic at Johns Hopkins University and started an extensive research program on the psychohormonal treatment of paraphilias and on sex reassignment. Money formulated, defined, and coined the term "gender role" and later expanded it to gender-identity/role (G-I/R)." (Source)

In the mid-1960s, psychologist John Money encouraged the gender reassignment of David Reimer, who was born a biological male but suffered irreparable damage to his penis as an infant. Born in 1965 as Bruce Reimer, his penis was irreparably damaged during infancy due to a failed circumcision. After encouragement from Money, Reimer’s parents decided to raise Reimer as a girl.

Reimer underwent surgery as an infant to construct rudimentary female genitals, and was given female hormones during puberty. During childhood, Reimer was never told he was biologically male and regularly visited Money, who tracked the progress of his gender reassignment. Reimer unknowingly acted as an experimental subject in Money’s controversial investigation, which he called the John/Joan case. The case provided results that were used to justify thousands of sex reassignment surgeries for cases of children with "reproductive abnormalities."

Despite his upbringing, Reimer rejected the female identity as a young teenager and began living as a male. He suffered severe depression throughout his life, which culminated in his suicide at thirty-eight years old." (Source)

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Monthly Members' Fics — Jun 2024

Playmate — Chapter 1 by Anonymous (Poland/Prussia) Playmate and Horse, when Tolys isn't there. #polpruweek2024 day 1: Trapped

it's palm sunday over and over by Tentaculiferous (America/Canda) Alfred has come to rely on a certain pleasurable bedtime ritual to knock him out at night. There’s just one problem—tonight, Alfred’s been forced to give up his room for one of Arthur’s guests, leaving him to share a bed with Matthew. And he can’t very well do that with his little brother lying next to him in bed, can he?

Holiday fling by Mossy_man (China/Russia) [no summary]

A Brother Complex by icemilktei (Luxembourg/Norway) After a hotel room booking mishap, Luxembourg learns way more about Norway than he ever wanted to know.

Polpru Potpourri 2024 by Jestemburakiem (Poland/Prussia) Day One - June 3rd | Marriage | Trapped | Garter Day Two - June 4th | Betrayal | Loyalty | Reservations Day Three - June 5th | Wardrobe | Closet | Signals Day Four - June 6th | Fields | Work | Harvest Day Five - June 7th | Glass | Windows | View Day Six - June 8th | Catharsis | Home | Modern Day Day Seven - June 9th | Juxtaposition | Shoreline | Commonwealth

Pique Dame by Tentaculiferous (America/England, Canada/England) It's finally happened. After years of searching, a citizen has been found with the mark on their body that signifies they're the King of Spades. Arthur is thrilled. It means he no longer has to shoulder the burdens of ruling the kingdom all by himself. The fact that King Alfred is easy on the eyes, bold and clever, doesn't hurt either. Arthur finds himself falling in love fast with the man destined to be his husband. He just can't understand why Alfred won't love him back.

Over Easy by proosh (France/Prussia, background Prussia/Spain) Father Francis is a devout cleric who is approached by a mercenary for dearly needed assistance: His comrade has become terribly eggbound and requires medical attention before the army's next campaign. He suddenly finds himself with his hands full of a fiery wyrm who is himself very full of eggs, and he's nothing if not dutiful in his services to help relieve his patient of his burden.

I think we'd feel good together by Mossy_man (Mongolia/Russia/Turkey) Pwp for the soul. Mongolia and Turkey get kidnapped and brought in the middle of nowhere for fun and giggles.

portswiss ficlet by FangsofLightening (Portugal/Switzerland) And Switzerland is falling in love before he even realizes they've become friends.

Small Town, Tuesday Night by Tentaculiferous (America/Canada) Rotting away in the boring small town he grew up in, Alfred lets himself be pushed into a blind-date with the one other gay guy in the area—some dude named Matthew. There's no way he'll hit it off with some stranger, but at least it'll shut his nagging dad up for awhile, and­­ offer some variety in a life where the days all blur together. Matthew is spending his summer break upstate, enjoying hiking and fishing and being away from the hustle and bustle of the city. When his cousin offers to set him up with a coworker's son, he accepts. He wasn't exactly pining away for a boyfriend but maybe a little romance will spice up his summer. Neither is prepared for what they'll see when they finally meet.

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my fear of abandonment? well that comes from my experience of being abandoned

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Spicy time! What would you say is your most problematic/controversial ship? Or, similarly, the ship you would have to take the most time explaining because it might not make sense to anyone but you?

Hello anon, I am so sorry to get back to you late. Been going through some shit but this question genuinely cheered me up. It's very sweet of you to invite me to ramble. And it's just what I needed. Thank you. 🙏

And... All of them? ..all of them. My favourite ship dynamic is this: two characters whose mental illnesses fit together like puzzle pieces, such that they become an abomination greater than the sum of their parts. They are happier than they have ever known when with each other, but it is making them both worse. What these bastards need to improve as people and what they want are antithetical.

I'll limit myself to two of my favourite/most extreme instances of this, though. One which confuses people the most (EngSea) and one which I feel would be the most controversial (FraKug).

Let's actually start with the spicier one. FraKug requires background context into how I write Kugel, I think. For reference, I don't have a set age for them yet, but they're nebulously a t(w)eenager — just old enough to wander around alone without the greater public being alerted. Which is fantastic, because Roderich does not take an active parental role in their life. Kugel is less a child to supervise and more a phenomenon which Roderich bears witness to. There was this idea which Fed and I came up with: Imagine if you will, Roderich asking them while VISIBLY uncomfortable: "What, er... What are you..? Junge oder Mädchen..?" Kugel takes the day to think about it, then answers with an abstract painting of various red shades, hectic splashes and smears, with an actual goat horn piercing the canvas— and that draws the red pigment into question, EUGH. Nevermind, Roderich shouldn't have asked.💧Kugel reveres Roderich as their host country, and for saving their life by moving them to Vienna. They also believe him to be a master artist — and thus he must have understood what Kugel was trying to say with that painting. It is clear. (It is not.) Roderich's solution is to call them, uh... Whatever causes the least conversational friction. Elise is over? She thinks Kugel is a girl; Roderich will refer to her as a girl to keep from confusing anyone. Kugel infers that this is less a semantic convenience and more of an ontological statement. The master artist is giving them a new identity, for today. What could this mean...? What does it mean, to be a girl...?

There is continuous communication breakdown between them, and this is an impediment to active parenting — as if Roderich needed any disincentives. Roderich is just not made to take care of kids. It is a good thing that when Kugel came to him, they were already largely self-sufficient and fiercely independent. They come home every night for dinner, yes? Then they are fine... Sometimes Roderich does worry about them, and sometimes there are genuine moments between them, usually when Kugel has collapsed from exhaustion in the wake of a manic episode. But for the most part, Kugel is left to do their own (weird) thing.

All this to say, Kugel believes they are an adult. In their mind, they may as well be, right? They are well over 50 years old. They have been taking care of themself for quite some time. They actually have some artworks in prestigious galleries, and are an active, respected participant in the Vienna art scene (albeit anonymously, and under a pseudonym). Day in, day out, they are absorbed by studying, pondering, and artistically exploring the human condition. Without a shadow of doubt in their mind, they are an adult.

And, what worse a person to put within Francis' grasp? The long-haired, gender-flexible, artistic big brother who canonically is into kids, and the unsupervised, long-haired, intersex & gender fluid, artistic child who fancies themself mature for their age. The story practically writes itself.

Fran takes the kid to the Louvre and gets high off their unfettered reverence and admiration. It's a religious experience for them, and how cute is that?? It reminds Francis of some of his precious little colonies looking up to him. Ugh, Kugel is almost like a little Veneziano all over again — dammit, he never truly got his hands on Feli, but... Well, how easy would it be to convince Kugel to sketch one another? In the nude, of course; it isn't sexual, it's artistic. I won't go any further in describing that, but I'm sure you can see the potential for manipulation. There's fulfillment of fucked up fantasies Fran has had for a loooong time, and the attention of an older, skilled artist makes Kugel feel special. All flying under the radar thanks to the aforementioned minimal guardian involvement. Fran would go full pederast with it, too. No no, this is his apprentice, he is teaching them about his culture's history and artistic practices. He buys Kugel art supplies, fancy clothes, expensive jewellery. He introduces them to important people to help their art career. He dotes on them. And Kugel doesn't see anything wrong with the situation.

Moreover, because Fran also steps into a pseudo-parental role, Kugel receives a taste of what it might be like to have an active guardian. Fran combs their hair, preens them, teaches them French, regales them with stories of the old days (all heavily-embellished such that he comes out on top — in more ways than one). Fran cooks for them. Real food. Not the paint-splattered bag of potato crisps Kugel usually inhales from a vending machine when they suddenly become cognizant of the fact they haven't eaten in 12 hours. Fran takes them on trips to the countryside, they paint landscapes together. There are good aspects to their relationship, and those are hyper-visible. The rot beneath is concealed by flowers above.

What Kugel needs is a psychiatrist to treat their manic disorder, and a responsible supervisor capable of protecting them from those who would otherwise exploit them — say, Gilbert or Ludwig. They would find this to be restrictive and would take exception to it at first, until their quality of life gradually begins to improve. This is fundamentally at odds with what they want, which is to be treated as an equal to adults, even though they obviously aren't. In the same vein, what Francis needs is therapy to deconstruct his hypersexuality and pro-contact tendencies; what he wants is to relive his former glory through this child's admiration, and isolate with them in his fucked idea of a love story.

And similarly, EngSea is built upon this foundation of joy at the expense of mental health. Another disclaimer: my version of Sealand is history-based as opposed to canon, so he is aged up to 18, which is something I view as more appropriate given he's a WW2 veteran. (If you've murdered Nazis you deserve a drink, haha.) And his issues are innumerable, touching many of the classics: a dog abandoned by his master, a soldier without a war to fight, and an immortal dying a prolonged death. All issues which would be easily-solved if only the bastard whose face he shares acknowledges him. But of course, given the bizarre obsession of the British govt over Sealand, Arthur has acknowledged him, perhaps not in the way he wants though. At any rate, they do not fight like they used to, and both England and Sealand (IRL) are friendly toward one another nowadays. I choose to interpret this as them settling some of their differences.

It is difficult for Arthur to acknowledge all of his wrongdoings to Peter. But should he choose to start making right, he'd find that it's easier than imagined. Because in truth, Peter is far too much like him. His citizens are English, after all. The Sealandic embassy is located in a Toby's car park lmfao. And for a narcissist like Arthur, who craves external validation? Having someone match his tastes and his interests, and offer him undying loyalty (not exactly voluntarily, but still?) is at once everything he's ever wanted, and a recipe for making that narcissism worse. Peter is his mood booster. He wants his trusty fort around — for banter, for validation, for gossip, and for company that understands him. And, when Peter's natural instinct to protect and serve his host country accidentally stray a bit too far into the realm of an incestuous crush? Rather than handle the situation with grace, Arthur pounces on it.

A partner who is his guard dog, who loves him unconditionally, who is already steeped in his culture and loves his shitty food, and who is elated and head-over-heels at any modicum of attention from him. Again, he's everything Arthur's narcissism craves, and exactly what's needed to make it worse. Peter soothes his insecurities and reinforces his biases. Arthur's ego becomes outright insufferable to others, which in turn drives him back toward Peter. On Peter's end, he gradually and reluctantly compromises more and more of himself for Arthur's love; Arthur wants his fort. He does not want "England's Cuba" (actual quote from declassified British govt docs). The more he coaxes Peter into following his instincts as his fort, the more he pulls him away from his identity as Sealand. This is both a relief to Peter (who has been suffering a six-decade identity crisis from the duality of being an English military installation and a pirate/secessionist) and very disconcerting. In his mind, Roughs and Sealand are two very different people — and Arthur being insistent on Roughs makes him feel rather vulnerable. But if it's for Arthur...

There is, of course, quite a bit of good to the relationship. For starters, Arthur finally has someone he can trust fully, and subsequently be entirely vulnerable around. Even if it is sometimes reluctantly so. Some of his paranoia is soothed over by the ability to relax and let Peter serve him. No, not everyone is out to get him, and he is safe here... They also make huge strides in getting Arthur to be less bitterly self-deprecating, and also less uptight. He's more willing to be a bit goofy and nerdy while around Peter. Wearing the Tom Baker scarf outside, over their matching jumpers. Getting Peter a replica of The One Ring. Outings to Adventure Island in Southend, the beach, and self-indulgent niche historic tours that Peter positively eats up — take this lad up to Old Saltburn!! Hell, even taking him to iconic tourist spots will have him marveling. Peter also works through a good bit of his issues while with Arthur. Fewer war nightmares, less emotional dysregulation, and he begins to unpack some of his food trauma. Slowly but surely. Arthur can see the improvement and that only feeds into his ego more. Look at how good he is for Peter, look at how 80+ years of trauma are melting away. Who else could do this but him...?

Again, those good things are hyper-visible and disguise the worse parts. Arthur has a penchant for pushing Peter's boundaries, and it's a learning curve to manipulate him without pushback. One hint of frustration or anger and Peter is snapping in return, falling back upon his rebellious tendencies. For every failure, there is a lover's squabble which ends in Peter crawling back to him, and/or Arthur offering a half-baked apology after some serious reflection. He thinks won't push those boundaries again, except... Except he does. Just with more skill. And when Arthur finds the correct way to frame it — as a favour Peter is doing him, and lavishing him in praise and affection — then he truly has Peter eating from the palm of his hand, even against his own self-interest. In this way, they descend into hell together. Peter is slowly stripped of his autonomy, Arthur's worst traits are fed by Peter's admiration, and they become awfully co-dependent. But god, are they happy while hurting themselves.

Anyway. Thank you again anon for prompting me to ramble, and thank you for a welcome distraction in these difficult times. This was a delight in my inbox. 🫶

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Cw trauma and dark humor about it

The greatest tempt of fate was that, about five hours after making my first real post on this platform getting involved as an intersex person, I learned I went through IGM as a kid 😰 these past few days have been spent totally recontextualizing and reflecting on like. Everything.

I won't be venting too much here because I am still all over the place but one thought has plagued me today, it's played on loop, and it's managed to make me smile a few times. Never expected one of my fav memes to become so relevant to me.

Maybe eventually I'll make a more serious post about it, after the shock and denial have worn off. 😅