any old friends I used to rp with, feel free to ask for my discord if you don’t have it -- I do miss rping with a lot of you but I just can’t get myself to come back yet.
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maybe one day soon i’ll revive this blog
who knows
the last few times i’ve tried to revive this blog it’s been super difficult, little to no interaction or people drifting away to other austria rpers shortly after starting an interaction with me, so i’m feeling kinda cynical and lacking motivation to actually bring this back
i want to but realistically don’t think it’ll work out lol
maybe one day soon i’ll revive this blog
who knows
i’m so sorry but nintendo owns my soul for like, the rest of the month
i’ll do replies i promise but i’m going to be vERY DISTRACTED and slow i’m sorry also if u have a switch send me?? your friend code. and play smash bros with me.
this is just a test post. my main got muted so making sure if this is one is ok or not.
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“That’s right… and so were you! What did you end up making with yours?” What kind of a conversation was this, Antonio? You’re just being creepy! You’re strangers not old friends! While waiting for a reply from the beautiful man… the brunette looks at something on the shelf, as if that’s what he was originally there to do. Shopping like nothing unusual was going on… He picks up a container of cream cheese… ah yes… interesting. “I made a… really nice pasta sauce! You know what, though? I made far too much and I live alone! It’ll go bad before I can use it all. Would you maybe like some of it? I can package it up and bring it to you sometime.” Antonio laughs awkwardly and looks at the other. “You were the one who let me have that really excellent tomato, after all.”
“...Just a salad. Nothing special, really.” This man certainly is talkative. Roderich, feeling a bit awkward, only nods and listens as he speaks. He’s not sure what to do, as he really thought he’d never see the man again, but here he is, offering him his homemade pasta sauce. He doesn’t even know his name.
“Oh, um, thank you, but that’s alright. I don’t make pasta very often, so I wouldn’t have much of a use for it.” He continues to smile politely, fiddling with his glasses. “I’m glad you were able to make good use of it, though.”
me: time to write
my brain: no write. only plot.
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Make a pass at my muse!
Send “Pass” and I’ll generate a number for my muse to react to yours…
- Winking at them
- Squeezing their knee under the table
- Whistling at them
- Telling them they look beautiful
- Telling them they look sexy
- Sliding their hand over their bottom
- Eyeing them up
- Sending them a dirty message
- Asking them out on a date
- Leaning in for a kiss
- Lingering on a hug
- Asking them if they’re single
- Asking them to dance
- Offering to buy them a drink
- Buying them a drink
- Boasting to impress them
- Showing off their skills to impress them
- Telling them the perks of a relationship with them
- Inviting them to their bedroom
- Kissing them on the cheek
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Reblog if your muse has actually died more than once.
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Julia, though a bit more practiced than she was a few months ago, still looks down to her feet every few steps. She hates that this is necessary, but she’d also hate to step on his feet. Not when it isn’t on purpose.
“The waltz is easy enough to learn on your own. I’ve asked around for a partner to practice with, if not to impress the queen. Haven’t had much luck, so…I appreciate this.”
Dancing, in Roderich’s mind, is an essential skill to anyone of their social status. So, many months ago, when he’d first discovered Julia’s lack of finesse in the ballroom, he’d been quite adamant that she learn. Not because he cared if she made a fool of herself, no, he could care less about that, but he couldn’t very well do nothing either.
“You might be able to learn some basics on your own, but without a partner, you’ll never truly master the art.” He glances down at her, ever the haughty, prideful man he always was. “You might have improved, yes, but you’ve still a long way to go.”
@derhaifischderhattraenen || continued from here!
The question was a bit of a surprise, and Roderich paused, thinking over his answer. “...Well, I suppose I might have simply taken my time a bit more in making certain every aspect was perfect. In the end, though, I just did what I usually did, just a bit rushed. I can’t really say for certain how it might have turned out differently, though.”
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I can wash it off!
{ Heike stands up and rushes off into the bathroom, returning with some cotton pads. He grabs the makeup remover he’d gotten and covers the cotton pads with it so that he can gently remove the makeup on his brother’s face. }
I will be very careful. Okay? I promise.
[ There’s little Roderich can do when Heike runs off, so he just sighs and accepts his fate. He gives a light nod when he returns. ]
Alright. If you say you’ll be careful, then I believe you.
[ He takes off his glasses and sets them aside. ]
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The cute flush on his cheeks made him want to sigh fondly–perhaps that was one of his biggest regrets in his long life as a nation, letting his ex slip away from him. Every time he saw the handsome man with his smooth pale skin, high cheek bones, and rosy lips, Antonio felt that painful longing to hold his astoundingly pretty Roderich like a lover once again. Alas, such a silly whim was unlikely to ever become a reality with how they left things off.
Losing himself in his thoughts made him unaware of his waning smile until he was asked to follow along. No, he couldn’t let his cheery mask slip in front of anyone, especially not Roderich, so he forced a laugh, giving his host a light slap on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about me! A little dust can’t hurt me,” he winked, following along right behind him.
Roderich only continued to frown in Antonio’s direction when he lightly slapped his shoulder, gently brushing his hand away. “I figured as much.” He led his surprise guest upstairs, opening the door to one of the many rooms in his fairly large home. “Here. There’s towels in the closet down the hall should you wish to shower.”
He paused, glancing at Antonio. “...For the most part, you’re free to wander about as you please, but if the door to my room or the music room is closed, please knock first. I’ll be making dinner in an hour or so...” He inwardly sighed. Part of him wished he’d decided to have Antonio cook instead. “...If there’s something you wish to eat, you’d best tell me now. I refuse to take a trip to the store tonight, though.”
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He too lost his composure from the sudden affection, but unlike Roderich, he wouldn’t wallow in it, instead burying his awkwardness deep down, forcing a smile on his features. “Cooking for me, too? You were always such a good wife,” he teased, a soft chuckle leaving him.
Stepping into the familiar home, Roderich would have been wrong to assume he was prepared–Antonio had nothing on him but his wallet, phone, and the clothes on his back. “I don’t need stuff,” he assured him, waving him off nonchalantly. “Ill just wear these clothes tomorrow,” he insisted, “And you know I always sleep naked anyway,” Antonio reminded, perhaps unnecessarily. There was no need to give his ex any reason to imagine him nude, after all.
That comment finally brought a light flush to Roderich’s cheeks, and he shot Antonio a pointed glare. “I never said I’d cook for you,” he huffed, knowing full well he’d end up making dinner for them both regardless of his threats.
Roderich’s glare turned to a judgmental frown when Antonio admitted to not bringing anything with him. “...You came all the way here with the intention of asking to stay, but brought nothing with you?” He paused, then let out a tired sigh. “...Well, that’s not my problem, I suppose.” Banishing the thought of how Antonio would sleep from his mind, Roderich simply gestured for his guest to follow him. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying, then. It’s been a while since I last had an overnight guest, so you’ll have to excuse any dust.”
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ever wondered who you’d be in a shakespeare play? fear not, i made a shakespearean character generator!!!
(please put in the tags what you got, i’m curious)
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“Oh, well, alright.” The Spaniard watches him go and doesn’t say another word. When he gets home he just can’t stop thinking about the beautiful man at the grocery store… but decides it’s pointless to keep thinking about him and tries to sleep on it. Antonio is plagued by the image of the other even in his dreams and on into the next day… and the next day… the rest of the week, even. It’s driving him crazy! He just has to see that mystery man again!
And so, Antonio makes a trip to that same grocery store every single day around the same time, trying to find him again. Two weeks go by until… finally… he thinks he sees him. How desperate he is not to forget what he looks like. The brunette tries to think of a way to approach him without being a creep. Shit. There’s no way to do that. He decides to just go for it!
He comes up beside the man, and yes, it’s the right person, he’s SURE of it, and tries to start a casual conversation. “Well, fancy meeting you here again! It must be fate!” It was not fate this time but Antonio’s frantic searching.
As the days go by, Roderich finds he’s unable to shake the thought of the man in the grocery store from his mind. He’s perplexed by this, at first, for he’s certainly seen numerous attractive people in everyday places, so why does this man insist on sticking around in his thoughts? For the most part though, he does his best to ignore the fact that he just can’t forget him, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.
He does an alright job of pretending his thoughts don’t exist, until the time comes that he has to go to the grocery store once more. Ignoring the little voice in his head saying that he might run into that man again, Roderich goes about his business as usual.
And then, as he’s gathering his produce, there’s a familiar voice next to him.
Roderich glances at the man, somehow keeping composed even though his mind is racing. What are the odds they’d run into each other again? Well, probably fairly good, seeing as they seem to shop at the same store regularly. Somehow, Roderich manages a light smile. “We met... last I shopped here, correct? You were getting tomatoes.”