#ask lorenzo vargas

[v4mpgutz]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ — 100 FOLLOWER EVENT!

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: YOU'VE BEEN OFFERED A SCHOLARSHIP!

by getting me to 100 followers, you're being offered a scholarship to my fashion school! request slots close on the 15th of february. all you need to do is select your favorite garment! (please read the whole document before submitting your application!)

all orders should be sent to my asks!

-> masterlist. will/won't write.

₊˚꒰🎀꒱‧ BABYDOLL DRESSES : send me a character, song & prompt and i'll write a oneshot!

₊˚꒰🪽꒱‧ SILK SLIPS : send me a character & colour and i'll write some headcanons! (single, platonic, romantic)

₊˚꒰🩰꒱‧ LACY BRALETTES : send me an nsfw prompt & character and i'll write a drabble!

₊˚꒰💒꒱‧ CLUTCH PURSES : send me a character & trope and i'll make a moodboard!

please refer to my will/won't write and the character list below for this event to run as smoothly as possible! i have every right to refuse to do a request if it goes against my guidelines and/or makes me uncomfortable.

₊˚⊹♡ CHARACTERS FOR THIS EVENT:

konig, simon "ghost" riley, johnny "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick, john price, alejandro vargas, ethan landry, billy loomis, rafe cameron, jj maybank, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, rodrick heffley, dallas winston + possibly more - send me a message or ask if you would like to know if i'll write for a specific character that is not listed!

╰┈➤ love, river! ★

[ask-candyland-hetalia]

Take Me to The Grave

October 30 Prompt: graveyard • magic spells • bloodthirsty

Character(s): Romano (Lorenzo Vargas), Veneziano (Feliciano Vargas)

@hetaween-event

Lorenzo looked around. Something was going on and he knew it. Even if no one told him what it was exactly. No one seemed to be watching him. Good. He made his way to the cemetery. Hazel eyes look at the headstone sitting in front of him. It held the name of his father, Matteo. His nonno’s oldest child. Next to Matteo’s headstone is his mother’s. While Lorenzo may not have had the best relationship with his grandfather, at least he had a better one with his parents. Before they passed away, that is.

“Where were you?” Feliciano asked when Lorenzo returned. “Nowhere you needed to know,” Lorenzo responded. Feliciano backed up a bit. "Ok, ok. You're so touchy around this time of year." "I have my reasons," Lorenzo said. "Get off my ass."

[someone-you-do-not-know]

💌📚 for the ask game! (Also seemed appropriate to be asked together)

:o Yes, those are definitely appropriate to ask together (I could recommend fanfiction of my OTP for days).

💌 Essential ships:

Spain and Romano, ofc. The only reason they wouldn't be together is because they haven't gotten around to confessing yet. I love them together so much, to the point that I can't see either of them not have any sort of relationship (romantic or otherwise) with the other.

Other ones are GerIta and FrUK. GerIta is just too right to not be there, and FrUK is one of those eternal frenemies who also have sex. Any other ship I can accept being there or not being there – formerly, DenNor was also essential, but I'm no longer that person, I can see them with other people now.

📚 Fanfics, fanfics, fanfics!

Just one? D:

Hear me out, I'll give you two, both Spamano! One oneshot and one longer story (and they won't be my own stories, because that's not a recommendation, just a cry for attention).

This one: Room for Three by lorenzodelcielo A oneshot where Antonio writes a letter to Lorenzo (as Romano is called in it) about the first time he met Lorenzo's brothers. Includes a character with a disability, and whenever I look for it, it takes forever because it hasn't been tagged as such. It's really sweet, even if Lorenzo's brothers are over the top, at least according to him.

And this one: A Trip to Spain Could Only End In by ForeverTwin611 This is a classic multichapter story, and I haven't read it in a while, but just trust me, when I first found it (let's not talk about how long ago that was), you could not get me to stop reading even if you paid me. Lovino Vargas is an exchange student in Spain, and manages to have a romance as wild as any chickflick.

And I think it's only fair that one story is AO3 exclusive, and the other is FF.net exclusive, because so much of this fandom happened on FF.net back in the day, but nowadays, it's being continued on AO3.

[ask-lorenzo-vargas]

[ask-lorenzo-vargas]

The obvious answer was yes.

Wake him up? 

>YES 

>NO

[ask-big-russia]

-insert a wrapped gift being left on Russia’s doorstep here- The gift seems to have a card attached to it. “This is late but whatever, so consider it a New Years gift.” The card is signed “guess”. Inside the wrapping is a scarf with sunflower patterns on it and a sealed goodie bag with cookies.

…

@lorenzo-vargas

[ask-romano-cat]

No. You kitnapped me so you get to suffer the consequences.

[ask-deus-romano]

“ Shy, aren’t you? There is no need to fear, my dear..~ ” || Halloween event m!a has officially started over on this blog as well! Can you guess which god Chaos has been switched to? Good luck~ 

[askspamanofamily]

What the kids think about Antonio and Lovino's friends?

Ariel tends to find them all interesting and will often invite them to her princess tea parties. Usually the ones that agrees are Roderich and Francis. Though she likely sees Roderich more so and enjoys his company they’ll talk about the composer’s work she’s learning to play. (He’s her piano teacher)

Lorenzo doesn’t really care for anyone except Alfred and Ludwig, but everyone believes its cause they usually have some type of food. Ludwig has a automatic pass cause he’s family.

Alejandro is just as much of a social butterfly like his father, it can be a bit scary. So he enjoys everyone’s company. Though he finds Francis very weird.

[im-still-not-dead]

“Oh my goodness, that hair suits you. Which is weird. Ew I’m complimenting someone-“

“I mean yeah, I wouldn’t have this hair if it didn’t look good on me.”

[hwsdumbbitch]

Why are you being so rude to people who choose to call Romano Lovino? It's their choice and it's wrong of you to try and control what people call him.

cry about it x

[fireandiceland]

Now that you finished IA (presume I asked this after you read the epilogue), I first wanted to thank you for reading & liveblogging it. I don't think I can put my appreciation in thankfulness into words, ever, but... know that it validates all the work I put into it. Simply by knowing it brings others joy & thusly is worth doing well.

AnYwAyS - Can you rank the POV characters aka all Teams + Soph like you did for the other fanfic? (but like, all the single characters, I mean that's only -checks list-... 16 characters.) OR - Can you do a Fuck Marry Kill with each team from the two books, minus Soph cuz she's still a minor in those (and also, yknow, for it working purposes).

Much much much love to you, Riva <3

Sorry for taking so long to answer this it's been in my drafts for way too long I live in shame

First of all you're very welcome! I had a good time reading Irish Problems and Italian Affairs and let's be real I also learned some new things along the way and (as I love to say) where else do I get to discuss the story I'm reading with the freaking author?? and get some behind the scene information and little tidbits of lore too! It's like the directors cut of reading here :D

but! AnYwAyS ;) why not do both?

Ranking of the IA characters from my personal fav to 'they're there too':

Patrick "Paddy" O'Neill

Gwendolyn "Gwen" Higgins

Lovino Vargas

Feliciano Vargas

Arthur Kirkland

Fabio Bellini

Charlie Higgins

Marco Bontade

Robert Bailey

Gabriella Acerbi

Michele Vento

Harry O'Connel

Tahir Rashid

Francesco Belfari

Sophie O'Connel

Lorenzo Bontade

Maeve

Docetto Acerbi

Arby (imagine him like a mile below the other characters)

and yay I don't think I ever play fuck marry kill here :D so let's play.

Team Ireland: fuck charlie, marry paddy, kill harry (sorry but paddy is just.. I think I'd get along with him tho more in a friendship kind of relationship)

Team Sicily: fuck michele, marry marco, kill lorenzo (micheles emotional baggage is just too much for me but marco seems like a sensible choice to marry? sorry lorenzo rip)

Team Feli: fuck francesco, marry feliciano, kill dolco (sorry dolco rip)

Team Lovi: how do you expect me to make a desicion on this one after what happened in the last chapter? if I abolutely have to: fuck lovino, marry gabriella, kill fabio

Team England: fuck robert, marry arthur, kill tahir (Arthur is an A grade asshole in IP and I love that, I can fix him (probably not)

Did you expect any of my answers?

Thank you for keeping up with me and my sometimes very slow reading process and even bigger thank you for talking to me and elaborating on the characters and the story! It would not have been the same without all those talks and chats <3

[urmomsstuntdouble]

I would love to see you write something about a platonic relationship you really like, whether it’s writing or hcs!

omg im so sorry this took me so long! i have been. busy. but anyway. here you have banter between my two favorite idiots, Alfred Jones and Lorenzo Vargas :P

Their road trip was years in the making, and something the pair looked forward to, though neither could remember why they’d decided to take it. If Alfred remembered correctly, the plan for a road trip to the City was first made during their freshman year during gym class. Lorenzo really hated gym, so they passed the time by talking about the future. Alfred also hated gym, because everything was a watered down version of the actual sport. And dodgeballs were a weird texture.

Yet here they were, packing up Lorenzo’s car, a white Fiat that he theoretically shared with his little brother. Alfred wasn't even sure Feliciano had a copy of the keys. But that didn’t matter, because Feli wasn’t invited. It was a bros-only, post graduation celebratory trip to New York, four years in the making. In the weeks leading up to graduation, Alfred spent every lunch period outlining his plan for their getaway. Lorenzo thought it was kind of stupid, as a self proclaimed go-with-the-flow sort of guy. Just a go with the flow sort of guy who plans his outfits a week in advance, Alfred thought to himself as he lifted his suitcase into the trunk. 

“That’s everything,” He said to himself, then ran around the other side of the car to check if he was right. Blankets, cooler, airplane neck rest pillow thing, first aid kit…Okay, yeah, he had everything! “You ready, Lorenzo?” 

“Mhm,” Lorenzo said from the front seat. He slouched, unbuckled, with his phone in hand. “Looking up the directions now.” 

“Sick, dude,” Alfred said, and climbed into his seat. “We stopping by a gas station at all?”

“Mm-mm.” Lorenzo shook his head, “Filled her up last night.” He set his phone in the cupholder, and buckled his seatbelt. Alfred followed suit, strapping in. “Okay, let’s fuckin go.”

“You ready to see discount Italy?” Alfred asked. It was Lorenzo’s first time visiting New York. It was also Alfred’s, sort of. He’d been there for six hours one time at the airport, catching a plane to Vancouver. And the airport was technically in the city, so. Yeah, he’d been to New York!

“Yeah, yeah,” Lorenzo said, putting the car in drive. He leaned forward, peering over the steering wheel. He wasn't particularly short, he just liked to drive like that. “Honestly, if you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all. It doesn’t compare, ya know?” 

“Mm,” Alfred said, “I get that, but also you can’t not compare all the other discount Italies.” 

“Oh, yeah, you can definitely compare those, and they all suck. No flavor, zero out of ten.” Lorenzo said. 

“I don't know man, New York hits different. It definitely tastes like something.” 

“Maybe you could lick the ground and find out,” Lorenzo mumbled. 

“Mmm, only if you pay me,” Alfred stretched, straightening his legs as far as they would go. Maybe he should migrate to the back seat, where he could extend further. 

“Pshh,” Lorenzo said, “No way, you’d ask for too much.” 

“Okay, well, how much would you give me to lick the ground? And what ground am I licking?” 

“Uh,” Lorenzo said, narrowing his eyes at the road. He was perched in an almost bird-like position, nose scrunched as he turned towards the highway. “Somewhere in Manhattan, and I’d give you twenty dollars.” Alfred felt his mouth dropping open, and a protest was already building in his throat when Lorenzo spoke up again. “Okay, I’d give you twenty and also pay for a drink- Anything you want!- To rinse your mouth out after.” Alfred closed his mouth, contemplating. 

“Anything?” 

“Yes, anything,” Lorenzo said, “Unless you want, like, one of those stupid fifty dollar Starbucks drinks.” 

“But you said-” 

“I am deciding the terms of this- this ground licking!” Lorenzo quipped, though he kept his eyes squinting at the road before him. 

“But it’s my tongue that’s in danger,” Alfred said, “Would you really deny me a $50 Starbucks drink? For my tongue rehab?”

“Tongue rehab,” Lorenzo said, shaking his head, though there was humor in his voice. 

“I mean, you suggested it, I was just- I was just putting a name to it,” Alfred said, “But yeah, it’s tongue rehab. What if there was pigeon shit on the ground?!” 

“Oh, there absolutely has been,” Lorenzo said, “But anyway. I’ll give you twenty dollars and a reasonably priced drink of your choice for your efforts.”

“Awesome,” Alfred said, then sighed. “God, don't you ever just want to be a carrier pigeon?” 

“No,” Lorenzo said.

“Imagine it,” Alfred said, dreamily. He threw his hands up, as if that illustrated his point. “Flying around as you pleased, but you have a mission-!”

“Ah yes, I always fantasize about being an airborne mailman.” 

“But its so much more than that!” Alfred insisted. Carrier pigeons were such an instrumental piece of New York’s culture…

“Okay,” Lorenzo said, almost laughing. He pressed down on the gas pedal, despite the yellow light ahead of them. 

“Bro, watch out for that yellow light,” Alfred said, gesturing. 

“I am,” Lorenzo said, speeding up further, “Don't worry, dude, I know how to drive.” 

“Okay, that might work on the girls at school, but- JESUS CHRIST-” Alfred’s hand flew up and grasped the little handle in the roof of the car. The light had turned red, but Lorenzo only pressed harder on the gas, despite another car almost ramming into his side. 

“Bro, what the fuck!” Alfred gasped, clutching his chest, “The traffic lights are there for a reason-!” 

“That’s just a suggestion,” Lorenzo said, “Calm down, you big baby.” Alfred swallowed, but didn't let go of the handle in the car’s roof. His heart was in his throat, but he could fix that- Alfred turned slightly, reaching into the back seat, and grabbed a Monster from the cooler.

“No the fuck it’s not,” Alfred said, “The lights are there for a reason, dude!” 

“Okay,” Lorenzo joked, “Guess its a good thing we have seatbelts.” Alfred felt like he was supposed to argue with that, but seeing as it was sound and true, he couldn't. 

“Shut up,” He muttered, and opened his monster.

“Fine, fine, I’ll obey your little traffic laws,” Lorenzo said. Alfred only shook his head. On the inside, he was giggling with excitement.

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thats all for now! i hope you enjoyed! 

writing requests

[ask-lorenzo-vargas]

LORENZOOO!!!! Guess who's back >:) 💕

"fuck."

[ask-the-awesome]

((I forgot what I was doing blogwise and I think there’s something I have to do before the next item, so here’s mun’s attempt at drawing a smooch featuring @ask-lorenzo-vargas as a peace offering.)) 

[ask-lorenzo-vargas]

“Guess what I got just to show off ✨✨✨✨”

“Jealous yet~?”

Shows us your favorite socks?

If only they came with a matching sweater

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