#sortedevida

[ironbloodedprussian]

@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.

[turkcentric]

"Well, I'm here now, so are ya gonna tell me what yer usually doin' around this time or not? I'm just lookin' for some fun while there's still a lotta daylight to burn. 'Sides, I really did try to call ahead!"

Sadik's tone was more playful than meanspirited as he looked out towards the expanse of sea spread out before them because he really did try to call ahead, but it wasn't as though he know his way around. He may as well be a tourist, honestly, and what's more, it was a miracle in itself that he had such a nice view in front of him now. / @sorte-de-vida.

[dutchiisms]

"you can ask me anything you want. i promise I'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about."

for muses that are getting to know each other / accepting.

"you can ask me anything you want. i promise I'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about."

Seeing as the Portuguese man had opened that door for him, Willem only wondered for a moment if he was fully prepared for the question before getting to what he decided to ask.

"That's fair. Anything interesting coming up for you in the near future as far as events that'll have the locals and tourists settling in to see?" Business as usual, it seemed, but it was an important question and one that Willem thought about at least once per week.

[flosiovis]

"this place looks like shit, do you even work in anything other than your garden?" When did he get here? HOW did he get in here? And... Did he cook himself a lunch too? Yes.

Insert the Lisa staring meme except it's Antonio and he has a (processed) rabbit in his hand. This man, too, was going to prepare lunch!!

"It wouldn't look like shit if you told me you were coming over." It's a lie, but it's the excuse he's going to use today. Snapping out of his surprised state and... feeling like a stranger in his own home, he moves to put the rabbit down on the butcher block, then just turns to him, still holding it-

"Are you sharing that?"

[mauerfrau]

Date! 8)

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[dutchiisms]

Willem's gaze narrowed just ever so slightly at what he perceived to be an insult to his character as his frosty green gaze stayed settled on the Portuguese man as he awaited his full answer. Well, no--his gaze had shifted to the cigarette hanging between the brunet's lips as the familiar scent of tobacco smoke wafted teasingly underneath his nose.

So, he was hanging out with the Spaniard on one of his own islands--or might be, anyway. It was something of interest, sure, but as the subject included Antonio, the Dutchman decided that it was best steer of saying anything that could be taken negatively. He kept it short.

"Sounds fun."

Switching gears, one large hand reached out to swipe the cigarette in a half-hearted fashion for his insult that he said yet hadn't. If successful, he might even take a generous puff--just to calm down his own sudden craving, of course.

@dutchiisms continued from Here

Ah, business. It's not only a safe topic, but an expected one— after all, even back in the day the Dutchman was always interested in João's buisness aspects.

"mmm, why am I not surprised that's what you want to talk about?" He muses, leaning back comfortably in his chair as he lights the end of his cigarette. It ignites in a lovely bloom of hot red coal, and addictive smog. "I'd almost accuse you of trying to steal my tourism, but... Well..." He trails off, and unspoken insult in the air.

"Well, I might be headed to São Miguel with Antonio, it's lovely this time of year."

[koffiehuis-love]

//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: 

(just a wee nsfwish)

TYPICAL ANTONIO

[napuleh]

@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

[aux-armes-citoyens]

@sorte-de-vida​ [Why, oh why does everyone insist on showing up unannounced? Did no one know what a phone call was? How rud-] … [Don’t make fun of the hair, don’t do it. The complaining and talk of how “stylish” and “beautiful” he is isn’t worth it.]

Well, I know the answer to many questions… [His lips purse,] what do you want, Francisco?

Well, I just am having a discussion on the emails with a diplomat about fishing, following a meeting last week. [He waves his hand, dismissing the unspoken backstory behind this all.] 

He seems to think that the most popular fish in Portugal is tuna.. though I thought it was sardines. [He flips one of the braids behind his head, still not even thinking about how ridiculous he looks at all.] I am right, yes?

[gebrochener-adler]

¥ 8)

“The need for my opinion seems in high demand.” Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on: Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no Favorite thing about them: He seems, sincere? Least favorite thing about them: [There is a struggle here] He is, perhaps too open? [This is a guess]

[turkcentric]

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.

[flosiovis]

@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

[mauerfrau]

@sorte-de-vida from x 

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.”

[flosiovis]

“That’s not what I…” He trails off with a harumph, eying the salad selfishly. “I guess it doesn’t matter what I meant,” he mumble-grumbles, like a child whose toy is being played with by someone else, turning his attention to the task at hand. It took many midnight gardening sessions to grow that lettuce, talking to his plants, filtering through their leaves… Although honestly, he didn’t have to do it at night, he just wanted to. There was less of a chance that someone might try to bother him that way. It was his own fault that his only company at that time were the earthworms.

Now he had another human-ish being in his kitchen, and he didn’t even know how to approach him being there. Honestly, he was a little anxious about the whole ordeal. He felt just about as human as the rabbit they’d be eating for dinner, which is to say, not human at all, more alien than ever, more isolated, starved for contact but unsure of how to procure it. But still he pouts about the fruits of his labor, in João’s bowl, and he’s going to keep pouting while he chops the meat into pieces, accepting that his salad is gone, and João is here to stay.

“Will you at least help me?” He asks, finally, trying to sound less harsh this time, glancing at him like a puppy who has been scolded–quickly, from the side–and then avoiding looking at him entirely.

“I need the potatoes cubed, and garlic… A lot of garlic.”

@flosiovis continued from Here

"Mmm, sure it wouldn't." Comes the response, mumbled around a forkful of food. Fresh salad, chicken, all stolen from the man before him. If asked, he would claim he slaved away foraging this food (aka from Antonio's thriving garden and his woefully empty fridge, but what did it matter where he got it?)

Truthfully it didn't matter much even if Antonio had cleaned up the place, it would never be perfect enough for someone like João. He would always find an imperfection in need of fixing— or at the very least improvement.

"Very kind of you to offer." He murmurs, and with a foot he pokes and prods at a loose floor board, one that's been loose for longer than he can remember. There's a furrow in his brow as he messes with it, a clear sign of displeasure.

"Sure I'll share that." He says in response with a gesture of his fork to the rabbit, twisting his words so that it appears that Antonio was offering to feed him rather than insinuating he shares what he's already made. It's only by the grace of God that he got in without the Spaniard knowing, simply because he wasn't home when he did so. After all, not a single part of this house would have allowed him to enter without alerting everyone in a five kilometer radius.

[koffiehuis-love]

@sorte-de-vida​ from here

“I somehow surmised it was you.”

The Dutchman had to think for a moment to all the points João had touched on, trying to see if he could cover all the bases.

“We’ve not sent out invites yet. I know, so late, yada yada, but it’s going to be a small affair in Vaduz. If you haven’t pissed either of us off in the last five months I’d say you are good to go. But that’s coming from me.”

It was good that for once, someone was asking Jan for specifics instead of Lilli. He was sure she’d invite someone who had no business being there; her heart being far too forgiving in comparison to the little beaty one of Jan’s that craved more caffeine, vengeance and nicotine.

“I managed to sidestep all those bullshit marriages, eloped a few years ago but it was not legal and therefore abolished so here’s hoping for romance.”

The Dutchman may or may not have actually grinned at João’s declaration of tears. That is sweet, no matter how one can slice it.

“No need for gifts unless it’s edible. We do really like cheese.”

[napuleh]

✌️

SEND “✌️” FOR TWO WORDS MY MUSE WOULD DESCRIBE YOURS AS.

Big dumbass motherfuckin’ idiot. Sexy. Dumbass.

[He counts the words on his fingers - one two three four five... six -]

Bitch.

[Seven 8)]