It'll settle itself somehow.

APH ROMANO ASK BLOG // Lovino Romano Vargas, CEO of Tomato Industries. // 1/3 RP, 1/3 Text Response, 1/3 Art Response // Ask Box: Open // Main blog: stxrryniights

[ask-ceoromano]

To peen or not to peen, that is the question.

“Truly a question for the ages.”

[aphpositivity]

sending love to @basement-prussia, @mediocre-hetalia-memes, @ask-deus-romano, @ask-florist-antonio, @asktheitalianempire, @grandparomeaskblog, @ask2pnyoitaly, @mmd-ask-italy, @ask-ceoromano, @askthevaticancity, @askme-dolce-italia, and @askhuttiver. They are each wonderful people who have made my time in this fandom delightful!

@basement-prussia @mediocre-hetalia-memes @ask-deus-romano @ask-florist-antonio @asktheitalianempire @grandparomeaskblog @ask2pnyoitaly @mmd-ask-italy @ask-ceoromano @askthevaticancity @askme-dolce-italia @askhuttriver

[ask-ceoromano]

//ok both of you need to shut the fuck up your faces

especially you @askitaliaromano you f-fuwwy bitch//

[ask-ceoromano]

(tbh, even though i made this cause of the character i want you to know that the same goes for mun; you are ammaaaaaaazzziinnggg uwu)

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//cursed image 

[ask-ceoromano]

Yo CEO (Does that count as a rhime?) What are the jobs of Tonio and Clarisse? Are they your assistants?

“Everyone that isn’t a Chairman is basically my assistant. Maybe even one or two of the Chairmen.”

//yes, romano is basically michael scott but as a ceo 

clarisse is sort of like a combination of pam and oscar 

antonio is jim 

and, before you ask

yes

france/francis is toby//

[ask-ceoromano]

Can we see romano romano in a traditional spainish girls outfit please

//LET IT BE SAID HERE THAT I DON’T LIKE DRAWING ROMANO IN FEMININE CLOTHING UNLESS A REALLY CLOSE FRIEND ASKS FOR IT (WHICH THEY DON’T BECAUSE THEY KNOW ME LMAO) AND BECAUSE OF ANOTHER REASON THAT I DON’T WANNA GET INTO SO UH

SORRY BROSKI//

[mme-chouette]

I always fail to find outfit prompts with an equal amount of female and male outfits so I made one myself. But hey, some are unisex anyways.

Fill in whatever colour you want.

[ask-mspaint-romano]

“Send help.”

//ask box open! 

other blogs: @ask-mermaid-romano @ask-ceoromano @stxrryniights

[ask-ceoromano]

**HAF 1000 FRUIT BASKET** YOU SAID PEOPLE BRINGS YOU LUNCH IS NICE IN YOUR EYES

[ask-ceoromano]

You should totally draw Romano falling off a gondola into the water :”)

“REEEEE-”

[ask-ceoromano]

//first order of business//

[ask-ceoromano]

//im alive and apparently my art program doesnt want to export in hd anymore

send in some asks if you want 

[ask-ceoromano]

//use these as you wish.//

[ask-ceoromano]

50

   “You can’t sleep either, huh?” Lovino mumbled. He was staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression, half expecting not to get a reaction, even though he knew full well that the woman sleeping beside him was awake. She was stubborn like that, but that was what he liked about her.

     “No,” She replied sourly. She sounded almost groggy, meaning that he might’ve actually woken her up. It was hard to tell with how she acted. “And I won’t be getting any sleep if you keep talking.”

    Lovino chuckled, turning on his side so he could bring her closer. He wrapped his arm around her side and pulled her as close as possible, letting his face fall into the crook of her neck. He inhaled and let his entire body relax. “Awww, don’t be like that, dear. If we can’t fall asleep, you have me to keep you company.”

    She grumbled something about how she didn’t need him to get to sleep, but by then Lovino was already starting to doze off. Once she realized that he had fallen into a deep slumber, she was soon to follow suit. With one last gruff noise commenting on how big of a jerk he was, she fell asleep.

//hahhahah this ones long and badly written

here’s the tunes for it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nQNiWdeH2Q //

[mun-mango]

Quezon city: seeing your sister Smiling at the Thought of the man she meet at the Ceo of tomatoes building.

/ @ask-ceoromano lol

[ask-ceoromano]

//lovino’s gonna fuckin die

[ask-ceoromano]

36

     “Well, all I really wanted to say is that… I like you.” 

     Her words rang in Lovino’s ears. He was rendered speechless, his chest tightening to the point where it seemed like he couldn’t even breathe. Her eyes were trained on his expectantly, which only made his condition worse. It took Lovino several tense moments to come to his senses. 

     With a gulp and trembling words, he said, “I’m sorry, but… I can’t.” 

[ask-ceoromano]

47

    “I didn’t really wanna have to bring you flowers on an occasion like this,” Sophia muttered. She clenched the chrysanthemums tighter in her hand. A single tiny tear slipped down her cheek. Slowly, and above all else sadly, she bent her knees and set the flowers down on the grave that read ‘Lovino Romano Vargas, 1995-2018′. 

//influence for this one was ANGST also this song //

[ask-ceoromano]

53

     Lovino had sat Sophia down for quite the serious talk, evident by the way his face was pulled into a tight frown. His lips were pinched and his eyebrows were furrowed, which definitely wasn’t unusual for him, but it never failed to put Sophia in a bad mood as well.

     “I have something to say to you,” Lovino grumbled. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her for what he was about to get into. He turned his head away and closed his eyes, giving an almost regretful sigh. 

    “You’re annoying as fuck, you know that?”

//ur not ur great dont let grumpy boi be a debby downer on ur life //

[ask-ceoromano]

19! (ask-the-last-frontier)

      “Well well well, what do we have here?” Lovino mutters, his voice resonating throughout the darkness. The clicking of his shoes on the ground seem to echo for eternity, each step’s sound heightened to the maximum degree. Once he stops, nothing in the room can be heard except for the heavy breathing of a certain Sophia Jones. 

     “What do you want with me?” Sophia asks, the tone of her voice giving away how frightened she is. She shifts in the chair that she’s tied to, feeling the burn of the rope tied around her arms slowly set in. It’s not a pleasant feeling to say the least.

     Lovino chuckles softly. It’s more menacing than anything else, and it sends a shiver down Sophia’s spine like none other. 

     “It’s hard to say, dear.” Lovino grasps her chin with his slender fingers and appears to investigate her face. He stares down his nose at her in a sort of demeaning way. The next words that he utters make Sophia’s blood run cold.

     “It really just depends on what you’re willing to do to escape.”