Prussian Blues

# The PruLietPol Hetlian. Self-proclaimed writer (Ao3) writer, and historian. People call me many things, but I much prefer It/Its and Prussian Blue ,, FANFIC TAGS ; "We'll meet again." Prussian Blue does smut

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people calling figures like tr*mp “that” or “it” as an insult when. Hey. 👋 it/its user here. Stop

this is exorsexism

[temnayajija]

😘

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Happy Pride Month to all the AroAces who were sure they were AroAce for years but couldn't admit it to themselves, because sometimes it is scary to admit you don't feel the feeling that apparently everyone feels.

But in the end, it's freeing to finally feel like yourself for once. 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

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aroace culture is lurking in the aroace tag on Tumblr and going, "wow, I relate to that, but i'm not aroace. interesting." and doing that on a weekly basis until, finally, you realize: "oh. i'm aroace."

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aroace culture is thinking everyone fakes romantic and sexual interest

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I may call myself the PruLietPol CEO, but I do not believe I am really the first person to think about this ship.

Personally, I have proclaimed myself as that because well.. Does anyone post about it??? Because I've been searching far and wide and I don't think I've seen many ethusiats, not even gonna mention any posts LOL

I may be only catering my content towards myself, but hey.. Maybe there are more people out there in for the ride

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For all the people awaiting my one shot; here we go

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Personally for me the order of names in a ship matters. I still respect the rule of top/bottom in a ship. But some may wonder how does that apply to PruLietPol?

For me personally, almost all the time (I have like two instances when it doesn’t apply) Gilbert is a top, Tolys is a verse and Feliks is a bottom.

HOWEVER — it does not necessarily impact their dom/sub dynamics

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I think quite a lot what happened after Prussia dissolved. I have this little AU with PruLietPol where Iza and Tolys grief for a long time after his death, visiting his grave frequently while trying to maintain their relationship. It’s hard without him, but they do manage.

But suddenly after time what if Gilbert was to come back as a ghost? At first both of them are scared. After time Izabela is the first one to give him a chance, and actually that made them fall in love all over again.

Tolys had a harder time to get used to him but hey.. in the end they manage.

Also considering Gilbert was dead for some time, he would kind of behave like Beetlejuice — personality wise I mean. Take it however you want, but whoever knows what I write normally.. Yea I mean he’s a perverted freak.

[legio-sum-dum-dum]

[hhilfe]

I like to think they kept the scars

(in reference to this comic for posterity)

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Working hard and hardly working currently, because I kinda don’t write 500 miles. And the problem is I’m writing a one shot with Gil and Iza in 1866, so it’s not a writer block, no. I just.. don’t know what to do? I have a few options tho, so here it is;

• Gil, Feliks and Tolys finally in chapter 5 meet up and have a little chit chat maybe flirt maybe maybe

• sort of world meeting for countries but I won’t explain further (spoilersss)

• maybe more Eli Gil interactions?

So yup. Working on 500 miles just slowly. Definitely will post this week a one shot as I said with PrusPol, but the long fic?? Ughhhhhhhmmmmmm……

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If I write fem Poland and don’t tag it as explicitly Trans girl Poland.. will everyone still be aware that it’s what I mean

[vintage-tigre]

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I've noticed it's hard to click on the links in my description to refer to my fanfics... I think I'll do an intro soon to make it easier for everyone to reach them

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3rd October 1990 | Prussia x Fem!Poland

A cold evening, colder than ever. On a street made out of harsh stones, the wind blew as Izabela held onto her coat. Gilbert gently offered her his, trying to keep her warm. Izabela nodded her head, while trying to keep it hidden inside his coat. Gilbert grabbed her chin, making her look up as he wiped away a tear from her cheek. 

'Dove.' Gilbert mumbled, looking down at Izabela. 

'I know I'm supposed to be celebrating… And I am happy how everything is turning out for me, but...' Izabela muttered. 'What will happen to you?' Her lashes fluttered, wiping some tears off them. 

'Nothing, my darling.' Gilbert tried to cheer her up. 

'I was already so worried in 1947!' Izabela choked out. 'And I'm even more scared right now!' 

Gilbert tried to shush her, but Izabela wouldn't let herself be caught in his embrace. She grabbed the flaps of his coat, pulling on them as she cried. She finally let herself fall onto his chest, quietly sobbing. Gilbert ran his fingers through her hair, gently whispering to her. 'It's okay, darling, it will all be okay.' 

'But what if…' Izabela sobbed out. She then let herself cry harder as she thought of the consequences of the fall of the Berlin Wall. She knew it would be better, but she was also aware it could mean she would lose Gilbert. 'What if I lose you…' 

'My darling, don't even say that.' Gilbert whispered to her, giving her a light kiss on the forehead. 'I promise you… Nothing bad will happen to me.' 

'But you said you have to go away for some time…' Izabela questioned with a pout. 

'I promise I will see you again…' Gilbert tried to reassure her. 

'But when?' Izabela asked immediately, holding her head up. 

'Soon enough, my darling, it will be quick. October 12th, I promise I will be back for you.' 

Izabela let her hand ghost against Gilbert's cheek. 'Oh, but it's so long…' 

'My darling, every moment without you feels like an eternity, but it just makes all the time we've been together better.' Gilbert whispered, leaning down. 'Doesn't it?' 

Izabela laughed quietly. 'You're a real charmer, Mr. Beilschmidt.' 

'Only for you.' Gilbert said, putting his hand over her waist. Izabela batted her lashes as she leaned closer towards him. Gilbert quickly enough caught what she meant, leaning back and slowly giving him a tender kiss. Izabela let herself drown in it, putting her arms around his neck. 

They very tenderly pulled away from each other, looking into each other's eyes. Izabela slowly blinked as she gazed up at Gilbert. Gilbert held her face up by placing his hand again on her cheek. 'Remember darling — I love you always, dove.' 

Izabela lightly cuddled her face into his hand. 'I love you…'

'I love you too, my darling.' Gilbert whispered before kissing her for the last time they would ever be together. He pulled away with a heavy heart, walking away. Izabela raised her hand, waving faintly, as Gilbert slowly disappeared into the night. 

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Oop forgot to post this