Jan 28, 2025
@islandiis @sorte-de-vida @ourfairdominion
//Hello, friends. Let me know if you would like to plot anything with my grouchy old bastard. I'm sorry I haven't finished his info yet.
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@islandiis @sorte-de-vida @ourfairdominion
//Hello, friends. Let me know if you would like to plot anything with my grouchy old bastard. I'm sorry I haven't finished his info yet.
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@sorte-de-vida from [here]: ❝ i don’t feel okay . i’ve never felt okay . ❞
Oh no, well this is just uncomfortable. He can say he didn’t quite expect such a… Heartfelt statement at random like that. Usually, there was a lead up to it in some way. His hazel eyes dart around for a moment with a very elegant “Uhh…” Shit, that wasn’t very good. Think, think…
Ah-ha! An idea!
“You know what always makes me feel better?” He says, moving quickly to come up behind him and steer him through the house. He’s so heading for the kitchen. Once they get there, he easily wrestles the mopey younger nation into a chair before he’s digging through a cabinet. A couple of things he sets aside as he digs, likely planning to cook it for them. It looks like the start of the ingredients of his favorite food. “There we go!” He says, coming back and shaking the bottle in his face. There’s an almost dangerous grin on him.
“Homemade baby.” Uh-oh, homemade alcohol from this guy was always dangerous, sweet as honey and goes down so easily. It’s made of dandelions mainly, the only thing that makes it especially strong is that each year, he recycles the mash into the next years, along with more fresh fruits and flowers. It’s not quite moonshine, but it’s dangerously close, and quite deceiving taste-wise.
“Here.” Before the other can protest, two shot glasses are poured. Who cares that it’s still the AM? Clearly not him, that’s for sure. “Trust me, I’m a doctor. Some of this and a little bit of time, you’ll feel right as rain.”
To say that he is doing his best to keep from bursting out into tears is an understatement. Antonio’s face is nearly blue from effort by the time João sits him down, straining against something as simple as breathing. He knows that with how he trembles, it’ll be a dead giveaway for what he feels at his core. Completely without purpose, love, and ambition - devoid of what makes life, life.
But he has to breathe eventually, even if he feels pathetic and quakes from head to toe. Antonio watches the other man through the spaces between his fingers, hands mostly clasped over his mouth in an attempt to dampen the noise. What the hell.
“João,” he can’t stop himself from laughing while crying, a few tears having slipped through the cracks, being so. Overwhelmed. By whatever the hell he was planning to do. Jo is both ridiculous - and exactly what he needs in the moment - but mostly ridiculous, and he loves him for it.
Even if he is shaking his head at the thought of drinking his cupboard-poison-wine, he appreciates the thought, drying his tears with one hand and toasting with the other. “If this kills me, I’m going to come back and haunt you so hard.”
Famous last words, he decides, throwing it back like a champ.
“...why is it actually good?” he laughs again, sniffling and setting the glass down. He does feel livelier, mostly warmer (it’s probably just the warmth of the alcohol dilating his blood vessels). He can feel his face again at least which is more than he’s felt within the last six hours. “Is this one of those slow acting poisons that makes you want more?”
egg tarts, huh, sorte-de-vida.
The moment he'd catch snatches of conversation from some of his own people talking about Portugal's "egg tarts", enough annoyance had grabbed hold of Sadik to force him to check it out for himself. It was for this reason that he was in front of Portugal door now, completely unannounced and not because of his ridiculous sweet tooth-- ... well, maybe that had a little something to do with it. Now, he wasn't sure as to how many time he'd have to knock, but he hadn't stopped yet--!
Since Portugal wasn’t a close friend, Sadik was hidden by the usual white mask and cooler clothing to combat the heat which was comparable to his own homeland in the Turk’s opinion. His beloved parka had been exchanged for a button down floral shirt with a green background (one button had been undone in a tasteful manner), khaki shorts, and bright red sneakers with white laces which matched the color of the flowers on his shirt. For the moment, Sadik was comfortable standing outside, but only time would tell.
//That thruple tag from @sorte-de-vida​  (as I reblogged it from @flosiovis​ ) reminded me of this one I had in folder from many moons ago:Â
(just a wee nsfwish)
@sorte-de-vida from xÂ
She had sensed someone coming up behind her somewhere, but she hadn’t bothered to look. It likely wasn’t anyone to worry about, or she would be able to handle them. So she was a little surprised when she was suddenly in his arms and getting kissed on the forehead. She blinked. “Jo? Ah...” She closed the notebook she had been writing in and tucked it in the inside pocket of her jacket. “Its...it’s nothing. Well, nothing to share. I hope you understand.”
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@sorte-de-vida​ ha risposto al tuo post : vin doesn’t even have a penis he has a selection...
Can’t believe it’s vin that actually has the inverted penis
DON’T DISRESPECT HIS BUSSY 2.0 LIKE THAT
@sorte-de-vida ha respondido a tu publicación: Antonio likes picking up the slack when he’s...
Can’t believe I, essentially hubby am made to help out around the house when I am a guest
APH HUSBAND MUST DO APH HOUSEWORK
Everyone else goes home and he stays so he gets to help Antonio with the wine that spilled on the fancy rug, drink cava on the balcony into the dawn, watch the sunrise
@sorte-de-vida
If we wait even a second more your hip might break in the way up. [Antonio laughs and swipes frosting across João’s mouth before] [very ~coolly~ kissing it off] [how sweet of him] Happy birthday, you.