#can never draw him more babygirl and pathetic than this </3

[lietpolski]

0.) for bulgaria,,,,,u knew this was coming

ur the king and i'm the court jester doing a little hws bulgaria jig for your entertainment 🫡

1) what would their social media page/activity be like: i hate to say this... but this guy is on facebook!!!! maybe he has a twitter but he tweets like once every 9 months and it's like "Hi. I'm hungry". if this is canonverse where humans know nations exists he gets caught liking romania fancams (he doesn't know likes are public) old man bulgaria u mean the world to me

2) what animal they remind me of: your drawing of him as a black bird is the first thing that comes to mind!! :O

3) my thoughts on their design/aesthetic alone: BABYGIRL his canon uniform is SNAZZY and i just,, like how plain he is ig :,) it suits him and it's a great contrast next to ro's design!! 10/10

4) physical headcanons: i think he's a foodie!! especially when he's sad, he gives off the vibes that he curls up on the sofa with a tub of pistachio ice cream and cries the night away.... idk if this counts as a physical headcanon but i think he's physically older than ppl think!! i don't have a concrete age for him but smth like 26-29! he has a bit of a baby face though bless him (and i'm just VERY soft for romania finding him pretty,,)

5) social headcanons: he def keeps to his social circle i think!! he has a decent number of friends buuut he probably hasn't made new ones in decades :,) i think people often overlook him and don't think much of him because of his more meek disposition around new people and not being very flashy!

6) psychological headcanons: HE'S SUCH AN EMOTIONAL GUY,, which is so sweet considering i think that a lot of these characters have grown tough skin from their old age but bulgaria is so baby... he is resilient ofc!! but he shows a lot of emotions!! he wears his heart on his sleeve you can read him so easily :,) i also live for bulgaria with a,, weird fractured sense of pride? he's insecure about a lot of things, but at the same time he's prideful and a bit egotistical at times in a naive unintentional way. i feel like he also idolizes people and concepts very easily!

7) ship(s) with them that I like or at least consider: he and romania are an on-and-off married couple made for each other!!! but but but you've made me think about things like ro/bul/hungary and ro/bul/greece and those r super fun too! :O and i have this weird rarepair of him and england :,) for personal and deeply emotional reasons i also need him and serbia to fuck

8) made-up connections with other characters that weren't in the canon (friends, enemies, whatever): he likes russia a lot! and if i dare push my yugotalia agenda real quick... he adooores macedonia!! ALSO his relationship with hungary is so underexplored!! they don't have the same feud that she and romania do, but i think (at least historically) they get on each other's nerves and there's been a lot of tension there (hatefuck threesome when?) england likes to vacation at his home and b annoying. he kinda hates turkey but they're also friends (in typical balkan fashion) & he and greece would be good buds!! skiing friends too :D

9) headcanons about their past: fella has been through a shit ton!!!! if u ever ask yourself "why is he like this" the answer is what 500 years of ottoman occupation does to a mf hgjfg... and i like the hc i mentioned in my fic of him trying to get ro to marry him in the late 1800s to early 1900s :) ALSO him and greece's feud during the byzantium era!! he was scary back then!! i also loooove it when he's depicted as having been older during the ottoman years and so feeling some sense of responsibility for the other countries around him :,)

10) content about them I'd like to see more of: aaah him during either of the bulgarian empires!! under ottoman rule!! more balkan war stuff!! historical human aus!! i love him being pathetic but i want to see him angry and happy and powerful and in love and heartbroken and 🥺 also i. can never have enough vampire aus im weak

#I LOVE HIMMMM thank you sm for giving me an excuse to talk about the babygirl TY!! #ask #maia talks

[greenappleeyes]

When You Go (Part 1)

Words: 1600+(including song lyrics)

Summary: You and Misha were together until insecurity and lack of communication led to an unresolved break up. He seems to have moved on fine while you are still struggling with losing him. You write a song to try and finalize that chapter of your life in hopes that you can move on without him.

A/N: So the song is not in fact an original, just using that for the story. It is a song written and performed by Jonathan Coulton. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VRCWFrwJwBM Also, obviously there is no hate for Vicky; this is a fictional story and in real life I love Vicki, Misha, and their family. And lastly, this is my very first fic. I’d appreciate any constructive criticism.

Warnings: Kind of angsty, adult themes(smutish-but nothing major,) some language, mentions of growing insecurities

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“You’re sure he won’t be here?” you asked Jensen for the third time this evening. He sighed and reminded you again that Misha wouldn’t be attending due to a previous engagement.

You were glad he wouldn’t be there to see you perform at the Saturday Night Special. You had written a song after your breakup and had always wanted to perform it; but you weren’t ready for him to hear it.

Sighing, you asked “He’s with her, isn’t he?” Jensen knew he was, but didn’t want to rub it in your face so he didn’t answer; just offered an apologetic smile.

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Your relationship with Misha started out as co-stars and friends; then slowly bloomed into something more. You were completely, pathetically in love with him from day one, but tried to play it cool. He eventually asked you out and you both felt instant sparks when you shared your first kiss that night.

Misha was a flirt. It was simply part of his personality, but you couldn’t help but get jealous from time to time. You decided to turn the tables and give him a taste of his own medicine. You had no idea at the time how jealous Misha could get, and more so, how hot it was. He was usually a gentle, giving lover, unless you wanted to bring out his jealous, dominant side.

Gentle Misha was all praise and proving that you had nothing to be jealous of by showing you how much he loved you. He would kiss you in all the right places, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible. He would rock in and out of you slowly, caressing your hair and repeating that he loved you over and over. Slow and gentle would escalate into heated passion as he would tell you how beautiful you look and beg you to come for him. These were the nights he wanted to finish with you at the same time. It felt so much more intimate and intense; it was just another way for him to feel the love you had for each other.

Jealous Misha was rough, possessive, and full of lust. He wouldn’t even bother removing all your clothes half the time and would fuck you hard and fast. As you’d approach your climax, he’d make you beg for it. “Do you really deserve it, babygirl? Huh?! Do. You!?” The last 3 words accentuated by hard thrusts. He’d finally make you come after confirming that you were his and only his; following you over the edge grunting out “Yes! Mine!” Afterwards, he’d always make sure you were ok and that he wasn’t too rough followed by those 3 little words he told you every night before you fell asleep in his arms. “I love you.”

You two went back and forth with this game for a while, constantly upping your game. It was fun and kept things interesting, but you couldn’t help that little voice in your head from telling you that it wasn’t a game for him. Every female he interacted with seemed to be more attractive than the last and soon your fun jealousy turned into full-on insecurity. Had Misha known it was actually starting to bother you, he would have dialed it back; but you kept quiet. “I started this little game,” you thought to yourself. “I’m only going to look stupid if I’m suddenly bothered by it. I’m just being silly. He loves me… right?”

It came to a head when his high school sweetheart, Vicki, came back into his life. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and just so happened to be Misha’s first love. Misha acted like his usual flirty self towards her, but you saw it as something deeper. You began seeing meaning behind every laugh, touch, and gesture which drove you crazy; but not the fun sexy kind of crazy, the insecure and paranoid kind of crazy. Misha and Vicky began spending a lot of time together working on a charity project. He was always so passionate about his charitable endeavors and would talk about them constantly. Currently, this also meant he was talking about Vicki and her contributions a lot as well. To your eyes, he was talking to her all day everyday; even though it was a text or call here and there. Once they started working late at her office you became so blinded by your insecurities that you started to question his loyalty to you.

“Of course he’s cheating! Why wouldn’t he be fucking her?! She’s practically perfect for him!” you sobbed on the phone with your best friend. “It’s only a matter of time before he leaves me.” That is when things started to fall apart. You were so caught up with thinking he wanted someone else that you couldn’t see that you were pushing him away.

He didn’t understand why you slept facing away from him at night instead of cuddling close like you used to, why you stopped playing your game of jealousy tag, or why you didn’t seem to even want to look him in the eyes anymore. You were either listless or irritated when he was around. Every sound his phone made would put you into a worse and worse mood. He’d ask you what was wrong, you’d lie and say you were just tired. He’d make his usual cheesy jokes to cheer you up just for you to barely react. He’d try to initiate physical contact with you and you’d accuse him of only caring about sex. He loved you, but he could only take so much. He didn’t know what he had done, but you clearly no longer loved him. He couldn’t stay in a relationship with someone that didn’t feel for him the way he felt for them. To him, it seemed the longer he stayed to more unhappy you got.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I can’t fucking do this anymore. I’m not sure what happened, but you’re not happy and neither am I. I think you know what we need to do.” He was trying to be as diplomatic as possible, even though he felt like he would shatter at any moment. You couldn’t even look at him. Maybe if you did, you would have seen in his eyes how much he loved you and how much it was killing him to leave you. 

But you didn’t. You were too angry. All you could say was “Just go.”

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That was about a year ago. You still saw him time to time on set, but luckily your characters did not interact much which meant you could avoid having to talk to him. About six months after your breakup, he started dating Vicky. He was trying to force himself to move on, while you saw this as proof that he had been with her all along. You tried to move on as well, but still weren’t ready for another relationship. You threw yourself into your acting and song writing. “When You Go” had been the favorite thing you had ever written and getting the chance to perform it live was bittersweet. Misha had always loved listening to you sing and helped motivate you into writing your own music. A small part of you wanted him there to see you perform, to be proud of what you had accomplished. Part of you wanted to rub it in his face and prove that you didn’t need him; even if the song itself was about him. You weren’t ready for any of that, you were mostly glad that you could perform this song without confessing your pain to him.

“Alright Y/N, you’re up,” Jensen told you while patting you on the shoulder. 

You took a deep breath and walked out on stage. “Folks, we’ve got something extra special for you tonight! Y/N here is gonna perform one of her original songs for the first time ever!” Rob excitedly told the crowd. “Have at it, Y/N.” 

You stared out and were relieved that the lights were too bright to show how many people were anxiously waiting for you. “This is called ‘When You Go’ and it means a lot to me. Go easy on me, okay?” The crowd cheered and died down as you begin to play the solemn opening riff.

——-(Song lyrics)——- Only a moment ago we had nothing but time Everything lasted forever and you were all mine Only a dream I know Thinking you’d never go Tearing off pieces of myself Just for the time it buys me

Fold my heart up small Or break it into pieces Find somewhere and keep it there Take it when you go

There in the frame of your face, in the cast of your eyes I saw this coming but still I am caught by surprise All of this time I knew That I’d be losing you That doesn’t mean that it’s OK That doesn’t mean I’m ready

Fold my heart up small Or break it into pieces Find somewhere and keep it there Take it when you go

Some things you always remember, some things you forget No way to make it up now, no room for regret That’s no good for anyone And so I come undone Now I am less than what I was Whatever’s left is yours now

So fold my heart up small Or break it into pieces Find somewhere and keep it there Take it when you go

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You couldn’t believe how cathartic it was to perform that song. You finally felt like you had some semblance of closure to the situation and maybe you could move on. The cheers from the crowd and congratulations from the band only heightened the experience. You bowed and thanked everyone before stepping off stage and heading toward the back when you heard someone behind you say “Y/N, that was beautiful.”

You froze and your stomach dropped. “Misha?”

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