Secrets are juicy. But the best ones aren’t just plot bombs—they’re personal, shameful, dangerous because they mean something...
They flinch when a specific topic comes up. Just a little. Not enough for anyone to call it out, but enough to tell you they’re holding something back.
They avoid eye contact when someone asks a question they almost can’t dodge.
They rehearse conversations in their head, just in case “it” comes up. Always planning a version of the truth that’ll hold water without leaking too much.
They hate silence, not because they’re bored, but because it gives people time to think.
They keep a part of their past oddly vague. “Oh yeah, I lived in Boston for a bit,” they say, casually skipping over the why like it’s not loaded with dynamite.
They’re overly controlling of one specific detail. Always driving. Always cleaning. Always checking someone’s phone is face-down. Not because they’re picky—because if that one thread unravels, it all falls apart.
They sometimes seem exhausted by the lie they’re living. The weight of holding it together shows in subtle ways: headaches, bad sleep, irritability. Their body is cracking before the truth ever does.
aaaaa anxious anxious anxious everything feels cold omffggg everything is cold im shaky fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckhahahhhaa
woah someone reblogged him THEY LIKE HIM IN ALL HIS SHITTY BLOBBINESS
They loved to smile.
They always smiled.
Smiled here, smiled there.
But it was empty.
Devoid of a soul, devoid of a life.
Hollow on the inside, full on the outside.
Their smile was bright, it was infectious
Their laugh was like wind chimes, the ones that made you feel lighter.
Their eyes were as clear as a cloudless sky, as perfect as a diamond.
But it was all hollow on the inside.
Within them lay cobwebs.
Within them laid something deep and dark that never once showed its ugly face.
It tightened its coils around their neck day by day.
But despite it all
They smiled.
Their smile was bright and fun, quickly soothed any child’s cries.
Their smile charmed those they walked past,
Enamored those they met.
It even made others jealous.
‘How could they be so happy?’
‘Why must they flaunt their happiness around?’
But no one ever thought they were overcompensating to hide what was true.
No one noticed the coils trying to drown them.
No one noticed their smile start to fade. No one noticed their presence begin to lessen and lessen.
No one noticed
Until their smile
Disappeared.
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oh i love writing melancholy stuff so much.
im sobbing i looked up 'ask blog help' and was instantly met with porn what the fuck 😭
obviously im more destined for poetry seeing how both got like...a bunch of likes and my prussia blob got two
then again i did draw him like shit so maybe better luck next time...
i should post my countryhuman ones fr
does anyone magically wanna make asks appear in the ask blog inbox....
@theawesomenessest
please
let me eat gilbert pls
i found more of the prussia
i love him so much ommfffggggggggg
Finished it
thank you to everyone who picked ♥️
I think I not only improved but also put more effort in ^_^
(First time I did it + template undercut)
^ these will not be tagged cause it not about them, this drawing have it own post.
maybe ill send an ask and then like under it put hey small disclaimer im fucking stupid and i have no god damn clue what the absolute motherfucking hell im doing :D
ill be the minions?? 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺
i need to like.... Steal the moon...