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@latviju
ALL WE CAN DO IS DREAM, OR DIE, DREAM THAT WE DO NOT DIE AND AT TIMES, FOR A MOMENT, WAKE.
independent multi ft. muses from the adventure zone, critical role, dimension 20, and original dungeons & dragons characters. mourned by avery. promo by saga.
pops in here to say i’m still rping on tumblr, but i’ve moved on to the d&d / fantasy rpc! i have a multiverse, multi-muse rp blog ft. my d&d ocs & a few canon characters from the adventure zone, dimension 20 and critical role.
i won’t be deleting this blog bc im sentimental and put a lot of time and effort into this canon-divergent-turned-oc -- i started this blog on christmas day almost 7(!!) years ago (12/25/13) now -- but i also wont be active anymore either. i am open to still rping oskars & agnese w/ select mutuals over discord!
you can also find me on my personal @dandywilde !
it’s been real, gang. hope everyone is healthy and staying safe. <3
-- avery
romantics be just vibing with their herbal teas and concept of yearning
i am.......... 95% a college graduate!! technically have two (2) papers left for one class that i took the L on but uhhh otherwise avery’s a free them now!!
idk how active i’ll be on here tho bc i’ve actually found myself in the critical role rpc now, but y’all can follow me on my personal @dandywilde
napuleh:
Make that two beers, thank you.
“That’s way worse. Cruel!” Vincenzo cries out, hand coming down hard on Oskars’ shoulder- and squeezing while he pouts!
Speaking of decency. It’s almost indecent, how Vin brings his fingers down his arm, while jotting down a few notes in his mind.
One, although lanky, and slender, Oskars is not completely devoid of muscle; two, his laughter is contagious, pulling a chuckle from him in return, even if he’s trying to keep his cool guy composure; three, Jesus, God, fuck, this might be the beginning of a thing for him. It just feels different. Not ‘beer goggles’ different. But…
“At least have the decency to do it out of earshot, that I might not hear it.”
Two beers are eventually placed in front of them in a not-quite-timely fashion, but Oskars doesn’t notice, finding himself too distracted by Vincenzo and his presence.
The casual touch takes him aback a bit, and after a moment’s consideration he realizes this is probably the first time he’s been touched by someone that wasn’t his sister (or his cat, for that matter) in some months. He’s not quite sure how to process this information, and as he feels Vincenzo’s fingers brushing down his arm it’s as if the temperature of the room has spiked.
God, it’s absurd, getting riled up over a simple touch. He decides to write it off as a side effect of the drinks under his belt -- despite the part of him that knows that it’s not the alcohol.
Oskars traces the rim of his glass absentmindedly before taking a drink of the draft. His thoughts are led astray as he thinks about taking Vin to the alley outside, somewhere out of earshot, and if he were a more charismatic he would spin his desire into flirtation. Instead, he pines, and wants, and stays quiet. Takes a long drink of his beer, then smiles crookedly as he jokes, “Sure. But the only person I have to tell it to is my cat, anyway.”
ty so am i
the greatest character development oskars has ever undergone was becoming a vers
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napuleh:
“You’re right, you’re right. You’re less playful, more of the teasing type.” Vin tucks a curl behind his ear, winking most unfortunately, as he is prepared to make this his last memory of the night. “Cincin, bello.”
The first shot may not have killed him but it sure did fucking remind him that he hasn’t had anything strong to drink in a long ass time. God, he swears he just sprouted another chest hair, and he’s been trimming, damn it.
“Okay. So maybe I won’t be catching up to you. But at least you can make fun of me when I pass out?” He laughs into the shot glass, hand flat against his chest, “But I want to imagine that you wouldn’t do that to me.”
“I do love to tease,” he replies, only a touch of irony in his tone. He downs the shot like it’s water, his face unflinching at the familiar burn in his throat.
The look on Vincenzo’s face as he takes the shot elicits a laugh from deep in his chest, harder than he’s laughed in some time. Suffice it to say he hasn’t been laughing much at all lately, but the smile on his face is genuine and bright when he finally calms down enough to speak.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He waves the bartender over, decides to slow down with a beer. “... But I may have to make fun of you before you pass out.”
flosiovis:
Chinchín. [You don’t have to tell him to drink twice, or...at all ....................he just does it,] As long as there’s a well, there’s a way. I think that’s the saying, but I can’t care too much about [vague hand gesture that means English except ... only in this context, jeje].
I think my issue is that there aren’t enough cats in the mountains. Not ones that will let me pet them... [And now he is thinking about his cat, sinking further into his seat, manspread in action] I could just bring a few with me, I suppose, but I don’t think they would like the drive from the capital to my [cottage] other home.
[Downing the shot of whiskey, he sets the shotglass back down on the table with a resolute thunk. He nods, his lips curling into an amused smile, waves his hand dismissively as if to say, who gives a fuck?]
Hmm... [It’s a contemplative hum, and he nods in acknowledgement. It’s a serious matter, after all -- long drives like that can be traumatizing for cats. Good thing he has experience.] That is understandable. We don’t have mountains in Latvia, so depending on where you go there may be strays -- but I’ve brought my cat with me to my cottage in the forest. [Smiles a bit fondly at the memory, then grabs the bottle and pours himself another shot, gesturing it towards Antonio in a wordless offer.]
Feel my shirt.
I dare you to flirt with my muse.
… Why?
It’s made out of boyfriend material.
REMEMBER WHEN?
tell me why don’t we write together
✧: i don’t have ideas so i can’t approach you yet
☼: i have ideas but i’m not sure if you will like them
●: i don’t have high-quality graphics/themes
✭: my writing might be lacking
❀: i’m shy to approach you
☽: i don’t know how our muses can interact
➤: you seem to be busy for new interactions
ϟ: you write with another person with the same muse and I’m hesitant
✎: any other reason; write it down
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To say that the expression on his face when he opens the door is one of surprise would be an understatement, but not entirely inaccurate. His lips curl into a grin—wider than they have in some time, in fact—and he gestures eagerly for Xóchitl to come in, stepping aside as he does so. “Xóchitl! Come in. You’re in luck—I have beer and snacks in the fridge.” Once the door is closed behind them, a brown Siberian tabby can be heard meowing distantly as she approaches, ultimately deciding to sit on the armchair and stare coolly at the visitor. From the kitchen, Oskars asks, “Do you eat pork? I have meatless pastries, if you prefer.”
Oh good, there's some joy with that surprise. It'd feel pretty shitty if it was just surprise or surprise with disappointment: after all, Xóchitl doesn't often leave the comfort of her home, much less for any ol' person.
Don't mind how her eye twinkles at the mention of beer, "My timing is on point, as the kids say." She's using that term correctly, right? Her son taught it to her, "I eat pork, thank you for asking," some other incarnations of her don't, but she's all about it. Unless it's a Friday, then it's fish only. "I'm not bothering you, am I? I brought some food with me in case I am, just to bribe you." They're chiles rellenos! Both of the meat and of the cheese variety. "--Oh and to bribe your pet, of course." That cat is about to get spoiled.
Oskars knows well of Xóchitl’s tendency towards self-isolation, a tendency with which he can personally relate, which leaves him all the more excited to see her at his door the first time in—who knows how long.
Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he calls from the kitchen “Is that what they’re saying these days? I can never keep up.” He returns to the living room moments later, two beers in one hand and a platter of assorted speķrauši and sklandrausi balanced in the other. “Bothering me? Please, not at all. I‘ve missed your company.” Setting the plate on the coffee table, placing one of the bottles in front of Xóchitl before taking a seat across from her. “—But I’m always open to bribes,” he replies, his tone nothing short of amused at the offer of bribing both him and his famously hard-to-please cat.
bro... ur.. an unspeakable..? of the oscar wilde sort...?? oh aha no way dude.... thats literally so crazy bro......
