ᴰᴬᵁᴱᴿᴴᴬᶠᵀ ( ap )

ludwig baldemar. germany. ind. priv. read rules before interacting. based on on personal interpretation / history.

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lmao sry ih aven’t been here at all i’ve been on my other blog n like i love lud but he isn’t a main muse for me 

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moulin rouge au 

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itariajin-hime. 

|| Romano would throw a fit if he knew what she’s up to–how easily she tangles the heartstrings of him around her nails and pulls tight. He is ensnared; enraptured by a girl with too many years of experience and not enough to lose. She’s watching his composure slip (slowly and surely) as his hands rest on the small of her waist, pressed against the slope of her hips and the soft pane of her stomach beneath her clothes.

                                                                                                “Hmmm, I’m not sure.                                                                                                     May you?”

|| Her nails creep along the strong line of his jaw, stop just below his chin and draw him ever closer still. She would be lying if she said she did not anticipate it in equal measure, drawing a thumb over the line of his bottom lip and letting her tongue wet the pink of her mouth for a brief moment. There and gone.

                                                                                                “Won’t you, Ludwig?”

         invitation given, he rejoices.    whatever game she was playing,   the second he became a contender there was no way he could have won.   nativity and inexperience crashing under the waves of her confidence,   of  her  all together.       but he takes it,   takes the loss with his head high.    &   so he sweeps in,  just the smallest press of his lips against hers.  something small, chaste yet strong, firm.   he doesn’t dare ask for more than what she’d be willing to give. 

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a-ffettuoso.

          feliciano is quick to catch on to the other’s excitement and suddenly reaches out to grab his friend’s hands, grip warm and tight and smile even  b i g g e r.   (  always happy when Ludwig gets in that ‘i’ll give it my all’ mode    )  ‘  i won’t let you down!!!   i’ll train hard to bring you to your knees !   ’  

     it’s  influential,   a cycle of  emotion.   how easily it is to be swept by the small italian,   ludwig almost forgets that this is supposed to be a challenge.   (   even if they’re going  just  to do something    )      ‘   that’s the spirit.  ’    a beat,  only because he cannot help himself,   tone almost teasing;   light,   along with mood,  if the slight upturn of lips is indication.      ‘   if only you brought that attitude when you trained with me.   ’

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Just because it won’t come easily doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.

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person: compliments me

me, fighting through 25 layers of self hatred:.........thank....you......

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∯

         ‘   you’re confusing and infuriating and here i am wishing for your company.   ’

meme. ac.

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∯

      ‘   often i’m plagued with thoughts i’d like to be cleared yet i never ask.    for now,   all i can do is trust in you, in what you say to me and in the actions you show me.   i hope that it is enough to let these doubts go one day.  ’

meme. ac. 

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∯

       ‘  …   i’m never sure what to do with you    and    constantly find myself second guessing ;    i see myself a coward.     ’

meme. ac. 

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“It’s cold.”

          ‘   is it  ?   ’      as he asks,    fingers play at the buttons of his coat,   considering offering it up.    ‘   i would suggest wearing more layers next time.   ’ 

@derkomponist. 

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For every ∯ I get I will say/confess something without specifying for whom it is meant

eg:

∯ || You told me once that I was the only person on that team you might consider a friend… I can say now that I should have taken you at your word long ago.

∯ || I wish we had more occasion to speak. I can’t say I’ve ever disliked your company.

∯ || Leave the van Gogh works be; you’re going to give him an ulcer.

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"I'm hungry!"

    oh.   apologies sit on his tongue   &   he almost tenses,  a frown tugging at his lips.     ‘   ——  i don’t have anything prepared, but if you wouldn’t mind waiting a moment ?    ’      he could probably make something up. 

@thehxro. 

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a-ffettuoso.    

          it was the vatican’s lucky day.  at the agreement to paintball the smaller man hides his surprise.  not actually thinking ludwig would go with it ( thinking he’d think it childish in fact ) but his beliefs backfired and luckily so.  ‘  —  perfect {❤} ! i have to warn you I don’t plan on losing to you even if you are big and tough.  ’  

             and the promise of a challenge,    even in a game like paintball,    excitment fills him.  (  &  a competitive streak  )         ‘   likewise,   i will play to win.    ’ 

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In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

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kicks m’leggy out lmao i’ve been on my other blog   /   my personal lately sry y’all.