#askrandomamerica

[starke-deutsche-blog]

(￣▽￣)ノ

(￣▽￣)ノ - we don’t talk but hi~

(( /)w(\ Hello there!

I hope we get to talk at some point!))

[romanianvampire]

New Visitors What Fun

The Romanian stood in the dark illuminated by a three candle candelabra, the light flickering on his face. His red eyes glowed and seemed more feral then a normal man's would.  "Bun venit, bine ai, Welcome to Romania. Are you perchance here for a rare night tour of the city and Bran castle? I can assure you that not many get such a treat~". Joy glittered in his eyes as he stood there in the slightly chilly winter air as if unaffected by the climate waiting for an answer from his guest. 

[romanianvampire]

Starts to pet his hair. "Silky~"

Blinks at the other confused before slowly closing his eyes, leaning into the other’s touch and purring slightly.

[nerdgamehellastrong]

+tammurriata

+americannaivety

+somefrenchbastard

+ask-randomamerica

+bricoleurdudimanch

[CRIES OUT]

I just got lemon juice in my eye--

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

Me: *Goes onto friend's blog*

Me:

Me:

Me: Smut

Me: SMUT EVERYWHERE

[cookiedookiedoo]

Welcome~

"Hello! Welcome to HetaCafe, restaurant to all nations! May I take your order?" Marie-Ann smiled sweetly at the guest at the table in front of her.

[oldbloggoodbye]

Accent :3

i only need four more now! ovo

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

Ice-cream cake (Ask-RandomAmerica)

L Lawliet opened the door to his favorite sweets shop, A La Mòde. He had his other thumb against his lips as the sweet aroma of cake, candy, and other desserts filled the room. The inside of the cake was much like the outside. Striped light and darker pink, ribbons everywhere. A brown ceiling and roof, as well as cherry wallpaper to line the bottom and top of the walls. Sweet tooth paradise. He walked to the counter, only one thing on his mind. Ice-cream cake.

It wasn't a strange thing to see this strange man at such a cute restaurant. He walked until he was right in front of the counter. Hunched over, one hand half in his pants pocket.

"One slice of that, please..." He said, pointing a lazy finger at the last slice of vanilla cake, making the sleeve of his white shirt slide down his arm a bit. His coal eyes kept their gaze on the cake the whole time.

"I'm sorry, but someone has already asked for that piece. He should be on his way to pick it up," the cashier girl frowned. "We have other types of cake, though, Mr. Ryuzaki."

L felt a ping of anger from inside him. But he wanted that kind.