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Hiatus Update

I’m all moved in but my next couple of days are very busy! I have a trial shift at a new job and I still need to unpack, so activity will remain pretty much non-existent until the weekend.

Sorry friends!

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mxridixs‌:

Permanent Starter Call!

If you would like a starter, please like this post and I’ll either post a basic one or hop into your IMs for some light plotting!

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princebasil

my favourite artstyle is lesbians in old italy

princebasil

y’all know what im saying

bingomann

this hat dude know whats up

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fcrmidable‌:

{ A tiny, flattered smirk }

I’ve nothing against olives. { Subtle raise of her brows }

Does cicci not mean grosse in some areas? The love of fuller body types hasn’t quite hit France yet, malheureusement.

{ Scrunches her face up like you just killed her cat. }

Don’t be so silly. I wouldn’t be so simple in my insults. It means honey. Much in the way you would call someone cher, that is all.

{ Waves her off gently. }

A simple mistake, but it is the lowest form of insult to target someone’s weight, especially over a glass of wine and antipasti.

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meghatarozva‌:

Erzsi listens, eyes looking toward the ceiling in contemplation at all the choices Gio listed. The B&Bs were certainly tempting but Gio had offered her own place including a freshly made breakfast. Turning it down would almost be impolite. She pulls her lips into a small grimace making it seem like it’s a hard choice even though her mind is already made up. “Since you are so gracious to offer your own accommodations, how can I refuse?”

She laughs at Gio’s comments, “But how do we start such an organization? Make a website and hope for the best?” This is asked with a teasing lilt as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I am sure there will be enough finely dressed men at the party to suit our viewing pleasure. And, if I do come, I will be a wonderful wing woman for you. If anyone catches your attention, of course.”

“A wise choice. And just because it’s you, I’ll even throw in some freshly squeezed orange juice in the morning.” She says it as if she did not make her own each morning. It was no trouble to host someone else. “If you’re lucky, you might catch some of the boys working in the vineyard. In the lingering summer heat, it’s often too hot for them to work with their shirts on, and they just happen to work in view of the veranda we’ll be eating our breakfast on.”

“That would be a good start. We could take our cause to the gala. Have cute little badges or something that we hand out to everyone who wears a suit correctly, or offer our services to those less fortunate. They need a guiding light, and who are we to deny it? That is our charitable service, after all - raising tailor awareness.” The playful smile continues to dance on her lips, making it hard to tell if she’s joking or serious about the plight. “I appreciate it greatly, Erszi.”

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liachtaschta‌:

Oh, in that case paint away! I would be more than happy to be assisting you, even in such a small way!

{ She takes Ludmila’s arm gently, turning it so her hand is palm up before she begins to delicately paint stripes up her forearms. Peach, buttercup, rose, terracotta. }

Thank you for your help. My own skin has the wrong undertones... too warm. I usually avoid more soft, pastel shades, but I’m trying something new for a change.

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liachtaschta‌:

But of course I’ll share! I do not think I can be eating an entire cake on my own, and it is much more fun to be sharing with friends yes?

Of course! If you would like, we could bake the cake together. Homemade cake always tastes better than shop-bought, in my opinion.

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partofthemain

Hiatus Notice

{{ Hello friends

I’m on an unexpected hiatus because my laptop keyboard isn’t working and it’s unlikely to be fixed until Monday.

You can see the problem with this.

All replies have been liked and saved and I’ll be mobile but yeah.

Very low activity my dudes }}

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seeyouitaly

#{ Mezzogiorno || Home }

dasrosenschwert‌:

“Especially if the weather is beautiful, how could you not. And I do. It’s such an incredible machine. But I am a bit of a Porsche man, it’s not my first. And unless they do something to change the brand too much… it probably wont be my last.” Roderich said, reflecting the smile that she wore on her face. Flattery like that always felt good, and there was no sense in denying that.

“Isn’t it? Life is best enjoyed simply. Sometimes things get lost when things get overcomplicated and muddled,” he says, not before taking another long moment to just simply enjoy where he was in this moment in time. He had always enjoyed this part of the country, and the day was just lovely.

“A walk? Now that sounds wonderful. The sea… it’s very fascinating. Once we finish here, I would like that very much.”

“Well, you’re the petrol head over myself. I just appreciate fast and pretty-looking cars.” A small shrug. “But I’ll have to make sure to align my trip with some good weather, especially with the winter rapidly approaching us now.

“I agree. It is a mantra to live by, especially when you live for as long as us. But then again, I’ve always enjoyed the simple pleasures more than the extravagant ones. Of course, I love getting all dressed up to enjoy an evening of high culture and gourmet eating as the next person, but I am just as happy with my toes in the sand or simply enjoying a sunset.”

Gio gives a small nod. “Then we can do that." She pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “Unfortunately, there aren’t many big beaches in the city. There’s a small one near Rotunda Diaz... that’s a short walk. I’ll have to take you to the beaches by the Amalfi Coast next time you visit me at my villa - those beaches are beautiful!”

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meghatarozva‌:

“Well, you are my favorite Italian,” Erzsi admits with a wink. “Ah, you know me, I never have any concrete plans and usually find accommodations when I get to a place. Unless it’s overseas, I don’t want to take too much of a risk.” Erzsi laughs a little with a shrug. “If you have some recommendations, I will be happy to hear them.”

Erzsi places a hand on her chest and nods solemnly. “Truly, I also mourn whenever a suit is worn wrong. That poor piece of clothing shouldn’t be disgraced like that.” She takes a deep breath shaking her head, “We should start a fundraiser for every man to be fitted for a suit. It’s the only way to stop it.” Then she laughs heartily, smiling over at Gio, “A bad suit fitting can ruin an attractive man.”

“I’ll keep you to that, you know.” At the question, she delicately tapped a finger to her lips in thought, resting her other hand on her hip. “Well, besides my home, which is by far the most superior option; freshly made breakfast, a sea view and surrounded by a peaceful silence - there’s quite a variety. I know a few local bed- and-breakfast sort of deals ran by people who have lived here all their life, if you’d like something small and unassuming. If you prefer something more extravagant, then perhaps somewhere by the coast, like the Baia Hotel, is very luxurious. I’ve also heard Casa Suarè is a great location, right in the centre of Salerno.”

“I think you need to have a license to wear a suit. It should be a right of passage - you can’t be called a man if you can’t wear a suit. It’s just simple knowledge, like knowing how to correctly wear a tie.” She laughs and nods in agreement. “Yes! Now that’s a public service organisation I would gladly support, for the sake of all mankind, both the men and the women! We’ve lost too many attractive men to the perils of a poorly tailored suit. It’s criminal.”

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seekesotsibteadmist‌:

“Dinner sounds like a good time actually.“ There was something about having a meal with someone that deeply appealed to Saima so they were quick to take up Gio’s offer.

Although they were sympathetic to Gio’s plight, they knew it was for the best since he does have an appointment to get to.

“You’re very welcome. Glad I was able to help. Hopefully, things go well for him at the vet.“

“Very well. I’ll be home later this evening... I’d advise coming around five or six, perhaps. I will likely start cooking when I come home from the vets, however the earlier you come the longer you will have to wait for food.” A small smile. “Just let yourself in. I’ll be here in the kitchen. Thank you again.”

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When Saima chooses to return to Gio’s home, they will hear her before they see her. A radio is playing in the kitchen, with Gio humming and singing along to it softly before she notices her guest. She offers a warm smile in greeting, wiping her hands on her apron and gesturing for them to come into the room more. “Buonasera. Can I get you a drink or anything?”

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wietkoning‌:

“I could give ya a ride on my shoulders and you could pick ‘em.” A teasing grin as he drops more into the basket, one falling to the grass below. He glances at it and tugs a few more down before retrieving it and wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. “You could. If you make dinner part of the deal. There’s a nice view, what can I say?” Indulging a beautiful woman for no reason was certainly not his game.

Koen fondles the orange idly, watching her a moment and slowly working the peeling off of it, in one fell swoop. “Me, greedy? Oh come now. I’m generous. You see me workin’ here without a fuss, right?” A charming grin as he pulls the segments apart and offers her a bite. “Gotta taste the merch first.”

She narrows her eyes with suspicion and warning. “Don’t you dare pick me up, van Amstel, or I’ll make you regret it.” She stepped closer, wandering arund the tree slightly as she continues to observe what the other had done before pausing in front of him, a hand resting on her hip. “Well of course. I regularly cook for those who work for me. One of the best ways to show one’s appreciation is through food, I find.”

“Hmm... greed can be many things. I just don’t want you to think you’re getting more out of this than you are.” She hums softly, one corner of her lips quirked into a smirk as she took the segment from him. Carefully she bit into it, making sure to not spill juice down herself (not a cute look). She glanced back at Koen, delicately licking her lips before continuing: “Delicious. There are very few things better than an orange straight from the tree. There are certainly more interesting ways to taste them than eating the segments, though.”

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grottenschlechtt‌:

Does it look like they’re on a date? Probably, which is probably why Ludwig suddenly feels a rush of discomfort, his cheeks heating up in a flush. Regardless, he follows Gio and the host to their table, placing her bags down. Perhaps a little too eager to hide his discomfort - and now his nerves, knowing the topic of her interest - Ludwig hastened himself with pulling Gio’s chair out for her. A man of true manners, apparently. Something like that.

“I mean, I didn’t know why, but maybe I wanted to think that people actually liked me or something.” A lonely antisocial boy. “But sure. We can discuss him.”

Gio rolled her eyes at his comment. She had very little time for self-deprecation, but fine, she’d humour him. “Don’t be so dramatic. This is killing two birds with one stone. I can see how you are doing, and I can also see if you’re being a suitable boyfriend for VinVin, my darling brother who I care very much about. If I didn’t like you, at least at a basic level, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

She glances at the wine menu before looking back up. Her expression suddenly softened into a smile and she delicately rested her chin on entwined fingers.

“You make him happy, you know? I hope the feeling is mutual between you two.”

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toberoundistobefree‌:

Heike nodded along sagely, as if in full understanding. He understood at least part of it, at any rate, even if he didn’t quite get the full picture. “So… if I want to give gifts to Viktor, I just need to make sure that I do them on the computer or my tablet?”

Gio gave a small nod, not entirely sure what she was recommending here. “Yes... sort of. I mean, if he can access files through the computer, yes. You mentioned how you can draw him pictures on your tablet and he can receive them, yes? Well, the same should apply for any media created through a computer. Art, models, music... whatever you choose.”

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