How Does One Make An Ask Blog Thingy

lets just pretend it happened in a shorter amount of time in the nation world :D

.....youre kidding me

why did they wait EIGHT YEARS after signing an alliance to go into battle i aint writing eight whole fucking years between them signing an alliance and then them going against plc like no fuck that

why do i post so goddamn much and none of it is even worth anything

prussia is basically a mama's boy

10 Quiet Ways Your Character Is Breaking Their Own Heart (And Pretending It's Fine)

These are the betrayals that aren’t loud. They don’t come with fireworks or screaming matches. These are the small, slow deaths. The ones that your character lets happen... while smiling politely.

» They say yes when they desperately want to say no. Every. Damn. Time. They show up when they're exhausted. They agree to things they hate. They make themselves smaller, softer, easier, because "good people" don’t make waves, right? (Spoiler: they're drowning.)

» They keep chasing people who only love them halfway. It's not even subtle anymore. They know these people leave them on "read," show up late, make them feel like an afterthought. But they cling anyway, spinning every scrap of affection into a story about hope. (It’s not hope. It’s hunger.)

» They refuse to believe good things are meant for them. They’ll hype everyone else up. They’ll believe in everyone else's dreams. But when something finally good lands in their lap? They’ll panic. Push it away. Tell themselves it was a fluke. (Because being disappointed feels safer than being lucky.)

» They’re waiting for closure that will never come. An apology. An explanation. A miracle where someone says, "You were right, and I was wrong, and I’m so sorry." They wait years. Decades. Lifetimes. But deep down, they know: some people never come back. Some stories just end without punctuation.

» They’re hoarding all their "almosts" like treasures. The job they almost got. The love that almost worked. The version of themselves they almost became. They replay those maybes like a greatest hits album. (Meanwhile, real life is slipping by while they mourn possibilities.)

» They’re performing a version of success they secretly hate. Look at the Instagram. Look at the LinkedIn updates. Look at the shiny exterior. It looks like winning. But every trophy they collect feels heavier, not lighter. Every promotion tastes a little more like ash. (Turns out, chasing someone else's dream is still losing.)

» They forgive people who aren’t sorry. Not because they’re enlightened. Not because they’ve healed. But because it’s easier to pretend it didn’t hurt than to sit with the fact that it did—and that the person responsible doesn't care. (Some wounds scar better when you stop pretending they were accidents.)

» They punish themselves for still being soft. The world told them, again and again, that soft things get broken. And they believed it. So every time they feel too much? Every time they cry or hope or trust? They tell themselves they’re weak. Stupid. Embarrassing. (They're not. They're just still alive.)

» They downplay their own magic. They call their talents "lucky breaks." Their beauty "average." Their intelligence "no big deal." They shrug off compliments like they're dangerous. Because deep down, they've been taught that being remarkable makes you a target.

» They cling to the idea that if they just work harder, they'll finally be enough. They believe in meritocracy like it’s a religion. That if they hustle hard enough, self-sacrifice deep enough, burn themselves to ash perfectly enough, someone, somewhere, will finally say, "You're worthy now." (They were always worthy. The system is just broken.)

bro i need to stop getting sidetracked and finish chapter two like damn bro

it tastes more like brownie now maybe i was just being dumb

...i have a brownie that tastes like literal dog kibble. like what it smells like.

im 92% sure that isn't supposed to happen :^

i can concur that the former has gotten worse someone get me out of here ;-;

guys i feel sick af and having a cast succkkkssss :(

──────────────────⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱───────────────────  𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐀𝐬𝐡  𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫  4𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 @𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞-𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 ═════════════════════════════════════════════  ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ .   ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶                                    ꒰ঌ·𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫·໒꒱ •✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦• 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧:  ✦𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬  ✦𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚  ✦𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧  ✦𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬  ✦𝐬𝐢𝐱  ✦𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬    •✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦•··········•✦• 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 <3 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.  𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫.  𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜.

𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐅𝐀𝐅𝐎.              ❛ ━━━━━━━━━━━━･❪ ★ ❫ ･━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❜  𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭   ✦𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 • #𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.𝐢𝐧.𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬   ✦𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 • #𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝.𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬   ✦𝐚𝐫𝐭 • #𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝.𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬   ✦𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 • #𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝.𝐬𝐚𝐝   ✦𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 • #𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝.𝐫𝐛𝐬   ✦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 • #𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝.𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

═════════════════════════════════════════════  ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ .   ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 {𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐨3 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭,𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,&𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫}

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making historically accurate fics with a bias on your favorite one is exhausting cause wdym prussia cant threaten war on russian empire if he were to betray him </3 prussia would get his ass KICKED russian empire was 25-30 times larger than prussia tiny ass bird boy </3

sigh

i guess there goes that part of the fic

no war threats

god i love them they make me smile so much