#averefelicita

[kyokkou]

Pokes their backs together from behind at the same time with both index fingers.

[rpsourcedmemes]

Yellow & Orange ^^

fankoo hooman

[amantebravo]

@averefelicita​ | cont. from here

“See? Right there! When you make a face like that how could anyone NOT think you were cute!” He chuckles lightly, making a dumb but content face. “How cute? Hmm... the cutest! You’ve always been the definition of cute.”

[ofanglia]

@averefelicita​. / sc. 

             “ you certainly seem restless today. ”

[pxndxrasbox-archieved]

@averefelicita​ cont. from here!

    [Phoenix]- The redhead gasped softly, thinking for a moment that someone had perchance recognized her among the colorful thrall of party goers. Not that it would be much of a stretch, the woman refused to wear a wig or color her hair and her natural tresses were a signature of her presense wherever she went. Her costume and columbiana mask hid all the rest of her features.

    A deep blue tunic with a train attached to mimic a peacock’s feathers just barely brushing the floor was matched with intricately jeweled legging and shoes. The mask itself was decorated similarly, with steaks of gold and emerald painted on to resemble feathers around the eyes. Her hair she had managed to tame into a delicate updo with short peacock feathers inserted into the bun. Against the stark contrast of her hair and pale skin, she was simply a vision.

    Smiling softly, she turned to fully face her newest companion- although, she would recognize that sing-song Italian accent anywhere. Victoria decided to play with him a little bit, see how long it would take him to recognize her. “The same must go for yourself kind sir, but thank you.” her accent switched from her melodious Irish to a clear British the Queen herself would be proud of, a trick she reserved for when she wished to keep a low profile among high class gathering such as this. At the time she loathed it, but in her mind she thanked Arthur for those lessons now.

    “I was starting to fear that I would end up becoming a wall-flower tonight, but you have come to me in the nick of time. Can I ask for your name, or do I have to find that out for myself?” she smiled coyly, retrieving a drink from a passing tray and sipping it daintily.

[romanovargas]

Short but sweet starter?? For @averefelicita

Hidden away from the rest of the world, not because of lockdown or anything but because of what today was. He dreaded this day. More than Christmas. More than anything.

His and Italy’s birthday.

He was sure he’d get a visit from Grandpa Rome despite his unwillingness to see him, because he’d cry like a baby.

But, he knew he’d also see his brother who he was sure would want to celebrate this once a year event. But why? It was just another year. A notch in their belt.

Stuffed into the back of his closet, hidden away with his tomatoes and blanket, green hues stared intently into the black abyss, straining his ears for even the littlest of bumps.

No one else knew about their birthday, right?

[vergangenheit-nostalgisch-m]

“I mean... you’re not wrong. I have been hurt way too much and I’d rather not say what caused all of it.” At least he admits it.

[ageofxail]

averefelicita replied to your post: Whispers softly anyone know of an active Japan...

I’ve been trying to find an active Japan toooo but no luck either… buuuu!

The sad part is I actually have a Japan muse and a good url for him. Just, the motive to actually write him so few and far between I cry a lot. His name is Fujimoto Haruto and he’s a smug arse and I love him.