#nutellaroimperiale

[ask-the-awesome]

((Accidentally stumbled upon a Donald Duck & Co appreciation blog. 

My first thought was “Luci and his mun would love this.”))

[kreuzzfeuer]

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Send 🏕 for our characters to spend the night out in the woods

“Hey, man? Catch.” Luciano didn’t even give Gillen time to turn around before tossing a bottle of anti mosquitoes spray in his direction. As much as the man loved to run around in the middle of forests with the bare minimum in his bag (Usually just a good rope, some water, a good multiuse knife and a firestriker- at least when he was alone.) but even someone as rustic as him appreciated keeping annoying bugs at bay “Cover yourself, I don’t really want to share my tent with someone who may end up scratching himself for the whole night.”

To be honest he didn’t mind, he was almost tempted to stay outside and stargaze since he rarely had time to do that anymore, but Luciano had his peculiar ways to be ‘nice’ with his friends allies.

“By the way… I’m surprised you accepted to come. Be honest, was Lutz trying to kick you out of the house?” he just asked with an half grin.

Gillen turned around and luckily could catch the bottle just in time before it would hit his face. All those years of sword fighting sharpened his reflexes, good to know. “Thanks. That’s a good idea.” He didn’t waste any time either and covered his arms and legs with the stick spray stuff. 

“Lutz? No, not this time. Altho he just tries to get me out of isolation, which is nice of course. But it was my decision to go. I mean, we do get along quite well, wouldn’t you say so? And a quiet time here in the woods is what I needed.” Just a break from the busy life at home. Being in the nature like this always brought him back to his roots and he liked that. 

[sicherheit-und-ordnung]

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“More convenient? What’s wrong with telling the truth once in awhile?” 

[grazie-mille-blog1]

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[SMS] Yeah! YEAH! Super mean, fuck Rapunzel.

[SMS] PFFFT- good times. Or bad ones, if you were hungry.

[SMS] But really, underwear is underrated, a great place where you can hide food or anything else. And the main reason I love crossdressing.

[SMS] My bras are always full of lies and deadly weapons. AH! I should write tv spots- bras full of surprises and lies, how does it sound?

[SMS] Sì sì, I’m just… slow. This modern stuff is so weird. And my fingers so big I keep pressing all the letters together.

[SMS]: sounds like a good show :D

[SMS]: i would watch it!

[SMS]: speaking of dressing up, do you still have my white dress? D: 

[SMS]: i want it back, you know, pfv :D :D :D

[baciscarlatti-blog]

@nutellaroimperiale from here

“Oh please, you little shit, I said I wanted to see you try to hit me, not that I was going to offer myself as punching bag. If you really want an easy target just find someone else to vent out your frustrations.”

“You’re just lucky that Feliciano would cry if I beat someone up. Or else you’d be black and blue all over.” That was a lie, as fighty as Romano tried to be, he’s not too fond of getting his hands dirty.

[zoetbelgies-blog]

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She sighs a little. “Tell Flavio I said thank you, then.” And before he can leave, she hands him two small, cutely wrapped paper bags. “--And this is for the both of you. You may be a cranky son of a bitch but you get chocolate anyway. Because, you know, he is risen or whatever improper English phrase we’re using from the Bible today.”

[kreuzzfeuer]

“Okay! Fine! Fine! I admit it! I took the last slice of pizza. Now quit it!”

“You? Now that’s a surprise… I thought that was my pizza.” He pouted. ““At least now we know who stole the last piece of food.” Salty? Maybe a little. He was still hungry. 

[kreuzzfeuer]

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He just let the topic drop,after all it wasn’t something he was fond of talking about “Yes, yes, I know what you mean and can I be honest? I know you feel in the same way I do when it comes up to technology but- installing an AC doesn’t seem such a terrible idea right now.” With the heat he barely managed to work anyway, he had to think about his productivity anyway “And- listen, maybe it does but while you’re resting you could at least relax properly? Not to mention you could learn to rely a bit more on the left hand in case there is any issue with your prothesis? Then again, none of my businesses.”

“Hm yeah, installing an AC is probably a good idea. Maybe I can ask Ludwig to do it for me. I don#t really trust anyone else with it.” Old man. He sighed and looked at his metal arm before back at Luciano. “You have a good point there. I think resting it for an hour or something should be doable.” With that he fiddled around with the metal arm, switching some buttons and carefully separating the arm from the rest of his body. It was always such a process but it was relieving. “Much better.” He smiled. “Heh, it’s rather ironic, I’ve always forced Lutz to write with his right hand and now... I have to use my left hand. I guess this is what fate is like.”