It's NORTHERN Ireland!

The name's Patrick Kirkland and I'm the Personification of Northern Ireland. Are you here to visit? **RP blog for SimplyHetalia-RP !!!Feel free to message me about any and all rp ideas! :D !!! Will most likely contain NSFW!

[oneunluckyclover]

Yard Sale - open rp

Patrick had accumulated a lot of stuff in his time, not as much as some, he didn't have a giant mansion full of antiques like England, but with his house being fairly small it tended to get full. Now it was time to clean it out and get rid of anything he no longer used. He'd sent an email to his neigh outing countries and posted a flier in town for even regular people to stop by. Now he was perched on his porch on what was actually a nice sunny day and waiting for people to come and see what he had.

[oneunluckyclover]

Ciao, Irlanda. I forgot to say "felice giorno di San Patrizio" and I hope you didn't have another massacre of pagans.

Oh thank you! That’s always a good thing to celebrate. Not getting massacred or massacring anyone. It was a fairly good day, though I only remember about half of it.

[simplyroman-blog]

Mio Dio, that sounds like a good time. Remind me to come over to your place the next time I don’t want to remember anything.

[oneunluckyclover]

I'll remind ye. Though I've heard that you Italians know how to party.

[pjswrites]

Are you too busy to help me plant the starts for my garden?

Is there a please in that Patrick?

[oneunluckyclover]

I asked if you were too busy instead of just coming over to get you, isn’t that enough of a please? 

[pjswrites]

*sighs and goes back to reading his book*

I’m waiting for the please.

[oneunluckyclover]

-huffs- Fine. /Please/? You’re such an arse all the time I don’ even know why I ask. 

[pjswrites]

You know, I’m beginning to ask why you do that too. *chuckles slightly* 

I’m surprised you can even bare to have me help, you only end up changing what I put there.

[oneunluckyclover]

That's not true. I haven' spent a lot of time planning it out and I could use your expertise.

[oneunluckyclover]

Ciao, Irlanda. I forgot to say "felice giorno di San Patrizio" and I hope you didn't have another massacre of pagans.

Oh thank you! That's always a good thing to celebrate. Not getting massacred or massacring anyone. It was a fairly good day, though I only remember about half of it.

[oneunluckyclover]

Hoping for Better Weather

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick stuffed his feet in his shoes and grabbed his keys, hoping that his little old car would start and make it all the way to Ivan’s place. A little over an hour later he knocked on his friend’s door, a smile on his lips. He hoped that Ivan was ready for him, the smell of cookies was clear even from out here and it was making his mouth water. 

[sunflowerpipedream]

Ivan had taken care of everything he needed to and came to the door in rather casual clothes. It seemed that most of his normal shirts were in the wash ready for a long week of work so he was actually wearing a red t-shirt with a sort of paint splattered sickle and hammer on it, which some one had probably got him as a joke at some point. He was also wearing a dark pair of jeans and figited a little because of his appearance, a little embarrassed. Still he was excited to see Patrick and opened the door with a smile. "Greetings, come on in. There is a plate of cookies waiting for you in the living room." He could see that the Irish man was anticipating the sweet treats. It made him relax a little as he stepped out of the way to let his visitor in. He always felt a little nervous inviting people over but also there was happiness because though he had trouble trusting people he still enjoyed company. He also like to think of himself and Patrick as friends though he was always a little worried to voice it.

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick bounced over the stoop with a grin, the smell of fresh cookies filling his nose and bringing a grin to his lips.  “It’s rare to see you dressed so casually.” He could tell that the big Russian was a bit nervous and he was going to try his best to dispel it.  “Thank you for invitin’ me over.” 

He followed Ivan into the living room and plopped down on the couch, pulling the plate of cookies toward him. “I didn’ honestly know that you liked to bake. Your sister is usually the one making baked goods.” 

[pjswrites]

Are you too busy to help me plant the starts for my garden?

Is there a please in that Patrick?

[oneunluckyclover]

I asked if you were too busy instead of just coming over to get you, isn’t that enough of a please? 

[pjswrites]

*sighs and goes back to reading his book*

I’m waiting for the please.

[oneunluckyclover]

-huffs- Fine. /Please/? You’re such an arse all the time I don’ even know why I ask. 

[pjswrites]

Are you too busy to help me plant the starts for my garden?

Is there a please in that Patrick?

[oneunluckyclover]

I asked if you were too busy instead of just coming over to get you, isn't that enough of a please? 

[oneunluckyclover]

Hoping for Better Weather

[oneunluckyclover]

sunflowerpipedream:

Ivan checked the time again, "Yes an hour should be fine." He would hopefully have the rest of the cookies baked and be cleaned up in time. It wouldn't take him long to do those things so he felt he should also check that the living room was tidy. He didn't think there was any vodka bottles left out but it had happened before. "I'll be looking fowards to your arrival. Goodbye for now." He waited for Partick to hang up first as he want to be as polite as possible. Once the call ended he went back to his cookies to put them in the oven. A quick shower would rid him of the flour and other ingredients he had managed to get on himself. On inspection the living room was thankfully in a good state also so there wasn't much to do but wait.

Patrick stuffed his feet in his shoes and grabbed his keys, hoping that his little old car would start and make it all the way to Ivan's place. A little over an hour later he knocked on his friend's door, a smile on his lips. He hoped that Ivan was ready for him, the smell of cookies was clear even from out here and it was making his mouth water. 

[oneunluckyclover]

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick was immediately interested when he heard cookies. “I’m there if I can have a cookie.”

He grinned. “We can do anything. As long as I’m not home I’ll be happy,”

[sunflowerpipedream]

Ivan chuckled and looked around at the mass of cookies, “Well you can have more than one. I’ve made rather a lot. If you want you can come over or we can meet somewhere else and go out for a walk. I’ll bring you the cookies regardless.” Maybe having made this many cookies was some sort of fate. It seemed the rest of his day was going to be more interesting because of them. He would have to clean up a bit as he had flower in his hair but he could do that while he waited for the last batch to cook.

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick nodded. "I can meet you at your place. Is an hour enough time for you to get ready?" He was pretty excited at the prospect of having someone besides his pain in the ass brothers to spend time with. Even if Russia was kind of scary. He should give him a chance for sure.

[oneunluckyclover]

Impaired judgment

Open starter, Impaired judgment:

(Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They’re not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone’s really hot, you guys.)

Patrick wobbled as he walked down the street, stopping in his tracks when he saw a group of people approaching him. Was he lost? Did he walk into a movie or onto a fashion show? Why was everyone so… Attractive? Was that normal? He jumped when someone tapped his shoulder, turning around and staring blatantly at the person he was met with. Wow, it was like the heavens had opened and dropped the personification of sex in front of him. “Uh….”

[oneunluckyclover]

[oneunluckyclover]

"Oh, hello there Ivan. I was just hoping to find someone that was free today. I’m tired of hanging around at the house."

He ran his fingers through his messy hair with a yawn.

[sunflowerpipedream]

Ivan checked the clock and glanced at the cookies he was making. “Well I’m making cookies but they wont take long to cook. Other than that I am free today. Is there somewhere you wanted to go?”

He was more than happy to have a different reprive from his own boredom. If he continued making cookies at the rate he was then he would soon have far too many for one person to eat. Though he was sure he would find some way of using them all up.

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick was immediately interested when he heard cookies. "I'm there if I can have a cookie."

He grinned. "We can do anything. As long as I'm not home I'll be happy,"

[oneunluckyclover]

The sex-themed Magic Anon list (All NSFW!)

Sex Pollen: That tickle in the muse's nose? It's not hayfever, it's a pervy plant, and for the next (Anon decides) the muse is going to want to shag everything that moves. Especially if it moves in front of them.

Marathon: For reasons best left up to the cosmos, the muse has the uncontrollable urge to indulge in some 'me time' every half hour no matter where they are or what they're doing for (anon decides). (Try not to get arrested!)

Sensitivity: All of the muse is their new erogenous zone, and clothing does not. help this. for the next (anon decides)

A sudden um...: For the next (anon decides) muse will suffer an impromptu orgasm every time (anon decides-breathing does not count) happens. It may be multiple things and it may utilize any sense, including time (IE every half hour)

The urge: Whether or not they were aware of it before, the muse now has a mating season and it's open. For the next (anon decides) the muse will be driven crazy with the need to go forth and make babies or shag themselves exhausted trying.

A gift: Muse is tied up in a chair or a compromising position with a list of instructions detailing others to do (anon decides) sexual act(s) to them. Anyone who comes across them will be compelled to act out these instructions for (anon decides)

Irresistible: There's just something about the muse today, and for (anon decides)...but no one they come across will be able to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they'll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it's not for an interview.

It's not the Midas touch: If the muse touches someone for the next (anon decides) that person will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops?

Owned: Either the muse owns another, or is owned by someone else for (anon decides) but they'll both be compelled to take certain sexy advantage of that for as long as it lasts.

Absolute Obedience: Anything anyone asks the muse must do for (anon decides) but one catch - it must be sexual in nature. Oh...wait, no there's two catches. Every time they issue a command they lose more control of themselves and can't help asking more next time. Absolute power corrupts.

Four minutes: The world will end immediately if the muse doesn't shag whoever they see for the next (anon decides). And that would just be terrible, wouldn't it?

Impaired judgment: Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They're not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone's really hot, you guys.

Sleeping Beauty: There's only one way to wake the muse from their slumber (other than waiting for anon decides) and it's not a kiss.

Frustration: The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won't come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend.

Candid Camera: The muse and someone else have been trapped in a room with cameras an ordered to perform..FOR SCIENCE. Anon could decide who, or it could be anyone who encounters them for (anon decides).

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick paled when he opened the link he had been emailed. Shit, who had recoded that, and what the hell had they done in posting it?! He cringed as the video played. Why had he listened to Ian and gone drinking the night before. He’d still been drunk at the meeting. He...

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick huffed, his cheeks the color of his hair. "Don' watch it! What're you doing?!" He winced at the giggling from the other end.

[landoftulipsandorange]

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick called down to him. They weren’t very close but it sounded important and he had been close by. 
”Are y’okay?

[landoftulipsandorange]

Laurens felt like the luckiest man in the world. A simply acquaintance. Excellent.

"Yeah, nothing’s broken. Wouldn’t advise trying to climb down though....

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick sighed. "Well, I think we should focus on gettin' you out first. How did you get down there?"

He looked around, worried by the debris that was poking around. He didn't have any rope or the like and he doubted the hole was climbable.

"I'm guessing you've tried climbing out."

[oneunluckyclover]

Newsfeed starter- video proof

Patrick paled when he opened the link he had been emailed. Shit, who had recoded that, and what the hell had they done in posting it?! He cringed as the video played. Why had he listened to Ian and gone drinking the night before. He’d still been drunk at the meeting. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to make some calls. This was going to get cleared up before it got out of hand.

He sighed when his call was answered. "Hey, how do I take down a YouTube video?"

[landoftulipsandorange]

Laurens cursed inwardly. He didn’t know how it happened, but it did.

Laurens paced the area, about a few metres in length, in agitation.

It was a peculiar situation. Laurens had, unmistakeably, seen something interesting in the grass. What it was? He didn’t know. But it’d had consequently resulted...

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick called down to him. They weren’t very close but it sounded important and he had been close by. 
"Are y’okay?

[oneunluckyclover]

Patrick stood under the eve of his house, looking at the tiny bit of snow that was being chased away yet again by rain. It was cold, shouldn’t it be snowing? Maybe it just wasn’t cold enough… 
He should be used to it but sometimes the rain was still so depressing. Maybe...

[oneunluckyclover]

"Oh, hello there Ivan. I was just hoping to find someone that was free today. I'm tired of hanging around at the house." He ran his fingers through his messy hair with a yawn.