#move to Portugal

[munaeem]

Your Guide to Applying for a Portugal TRC Card: Let’s Get You Settled!

Hey there! So, you’re thinking about making Portugal your temporary home? Maybe you’ve fallen in love with the pastel de nata, the sunny beaches, or the laid-back vibe. Or perhaps you’ve got a job lined up or a dream to study there. No matter what is bringing you to this gorgeous corner of Europe, the Temporary Residence Card (TRC) is essential. It’s your golden ticket to legally living and…

[rosesandalfazemas]

Love is truly eternal

[pizzleyanked]

not about the post i just reblogged but it reminded me of the post i saw while i was having my morning coffee on reddit. and many such other posts of people complaining that ts1 is apparently too hard and not cozy. that's the point. it's not meant to be cozy and you cannot expect a game that was made 25 years ago to conform to your expectations based on its sequels that have been heavily defanged (3 and 4 especially, but even 2)

[mangofresca]

zephyr | 18+

ii.

“We could leave, y’know.”

Romano startles, head turning over his shoulder as if he were searching for a spy, a conspirator. Sometimes, that’s not unlike how Portugal feels here, always a little too relegated to the outside for comfort, too close to the inside for tranquility or freedom.

He shakes the thought away, eyebrow raised in question at the only other person here who hasn’t exhausted him yet.

Romano’s eyes flick from his face to the windows, to the rain pelting the windowpanes, and he scoffs. “And do what? Get soaked?” His fingers tap the glass in his hand, and Portugal watches with muted disinterest as the wine rocks back and forth, back and forth, an ocean all its own, confined and confined and confined.

“Better than staying here.” Staying here and playing pretend with a government who can only just tell him and Spain apart, and Portugal doesn’t have the stomach anymore for the accent or the language or the face of it all.

Romano tsks, and, for some reason, this infuriates him, as if Romano is content to sit here and be lessened, nothing more than a jewel on a crown on a head who so blatantly picks favorites. Like they’re above it all, the two of them.

He turns, and he leaves, and he doesn’t care enough to see if anyone watches him go.

vi.

“That was–”

Portugal is already pushing up off the bed, flicking hair from his eyes. “Want a drink?”

“Obviously,” Romano snorts, but he sounds like he’s amused, and when Portugal turns around to look at him, all he can see is the way Romano’s lips curl around his teeth, how his cheeks look when he smiles.

ix.

Romano snores when he sleeps, raspy and rough, and when his hair falls in front of his eyes, his nose crinkles with the tickle of it, too deep in dreams to bother moving it away.

We shouldn’t be doing this, Portugal thinks, because things are messy, only getting worse, and he doesn’t understand how Romano doesn’t grow restless beneath a thumb that demands obedience, that is all too comfortable pressing down on the pulse of their throats, hard enough to feel it beating, not hard enough to choke.

“I wish this was easy,” he says instead, and his skin goes cold when he realizes he means it, green eyes already looking down at tanned legs tangled with his, errant curl brushing his collarbone.

He’s gotten used to that, too.

iv.

Portugal can see him on the docks again, hair just as windswept as that first time, waves falling over each other to brush against dark eyelashes, to curl into knots at his hairline.

Spain’s hand is heavy on his shoulder, smile tipping into something that more resembles a bridler than a brother. “You look like you’re thinking hard,” he says, and Portugal hears the warning in it like a bell tolling within his head. “Everything all right?”

“Fine,” Portugal replies. The weight on his shoulder feels suffocating.

vii.

“We should have sex here,” Portugal says, out of the blue and apropos of nothing, voice hushed into a conspiratorial whisper when he leans himself into Romano’s ear.

Romano coughs, splutters, eyes narrowing when Portugal only grins at him.

“Not now, obviously,” he continues, because his brother is here, and his—their, because God forbid any of it is really his—government, too, and he isn’t stupid enough to try anything here, now.

Romano wipes the coughed wine from his lips, arm crossed over his chest as he settles back into the wall behind him. “Please,” he says, and he already sounds scandalized and petulant, “as if I’d settle for anything less than a bed. You think I’d let you fuck me on a settee? Not a chance.”

“I think,” Portugal replies, smiling, “you’d let me fuck you anywhere I want you to.”

Romano scoffs again, furious and blustering, but his shoulder brushes Portugal’s arm, and he doesn’t move it away.

v.

Lively doesn’t adequately describe it when it finally happens.

Romano has him pinned up against the library wall, holding Portugal’s wrists against hand-bound books and shelves which haven’t been dusted in God only knows how long, but all Portugal can think is how difficult it is, when kissing Romano, to push him away, to have him be the one pressed between linen and literature.

He manages, only just, and the heady, groaned gasp of surprise he receives pleasantly makes it worth his while.

x.

Portugal can see him on the docks again, hair wind-knotted and wild, exactly like it was that first time, exactly like the second, like every other time, every other time.

He can’t discern the expression on Romano’s face, too far away for detail, sunlight blinding on wave-crested waters, but he can see him turn around, see him walk away, back to that house and that voice and that hand and that crown.

He almost regrets leaving without a goodbye, but he knows, is certain in the knowledge, that expectation for their kind is the heartbeat of disillusionment, and he doesn’t have it in himself to be disappointed by someone so supine as to find comfort here.

Nothing ever gets resolved with avoidance and shame, but their arrangement never really did have room for much else, anyway.

iii.

He has a dream, then, that lingers worse than a bad hangover or a bloody wound. Maybe it’s years after their last conversation, or maybe it’s days, or maybe it’s hours; he can’t be bothered to keep track, not that their kind usually does when it comes to time.

(Hard. He wakes up hard, and that’s not how his dreams usually go—or, not the ones with Romano, at least.)

Romano was over him, or under him, maybe—not that it matters, because it doesn’t matter, not really. What matters is that Romano was close, breathing against his neck, sighing his name, and it’s—

It was slow, the way they moved. Tender, close.

Odd.

viii.

He’s gotten used to it—the way Romano’s voice hitches, goes taut, tight as his white-knuckled grip on pearl-hued sheets. He’s gotten used to it.

He’s gotten used to it.

i.

They meet officially, formally—and notably without supervision—on the docks of Almería, both windswept and water-worn, and it makes Portugal wonder how long Romano had been standing there for him to look like that, like he himself had blown in with the breeze of the ocean, side-swept bangs tangling into soft knots at his temples.

He is sure he himself is no better, likely worse—a ribbon can only do so much with the whipping winds that dance themselves through his sails—but he doesn’t bother brushing his hair from his face before approaching, grin ticking at the corners of his lips.

Romano blinks at him, hazel eyes owlish before settling into something calmer, almost bored. “Oh,” he says, “it’s you.”

Portugal smiles and tips his head. “Hello,” he replies. Always best to start with hello.

[ladybugkisses]

hello! I am wondering is Felix (I hope I got his name right.) a worker at the Marigold? Cause at the drawings you post is where he has a flower pin on his suit that looks like a Marigold, unless I am wrong. Dunno... Hmm.

Anyways how did Ari and Felix became exes? What's Rocky reaction to that?

I love your art, it's so pretty. Have a good day and night!

haha, you're not the first person to think he's a Marigold! but nah, he's just a guy from a wealthy family- the flower on his suit is actually a white chrysanthemum

Ari's relationship with Felix was born out of expectations rather than love. he seemed to check all the boxes on what's The Ideal Guy™️ and figured, with time, she would genuinely love him- they were already sorta friends, so..

...but that never happened and she even started liking him less lmao

the day he proposed to her she said no, thinking that at least they could stay friends; instead he just let his ugly entitlement and hurt ego be known ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

before Rocky knew any further details he was probably disheartened to find out Ari rejected a guy like that because, DAMN if not even a fancypants mcmoneybags pretty boy impressed her then what chance does he have?? currently he's aware he wasn't the nicest guy and wants to set his car on fire with him in it

on the other hand, both Ari and Rocky are somewhat thankful for that mess seeing as it was the catalyst for her moving to america ♥️ THANKS FELIX

so happy to hear you like my art, thank you!! ! i hope you have a good day/night too!! 💕💖💕

[needcake]

Day 7: DnD (Steampunk DnD AU)

@engportevents / Engport Week 2024

[No art bc the one I used was actually AI :')]

Arthur can do many great things as an artificer, he can infuse Arcane magic into objects, cast spells, he can even harden his stomach against most common poisons, but the one thing he cannot do is outrun the Capital City Army after his light fingers come across a secret book of forbidden magic. And if he hopes to survive the crossing of the La Tantahi Desert that stretches out in front of him outside the city automated gates, he’ll need to hire a gunslinger.

[neptunediary]

Me and a friend went on a little weekend trip to Porto city. We had a great time. I was really needing this.

I'm a proud Lisboner, but I must admit, I fell in love with Douro River. I like it way better than Tejo.

Really wish we could have stayed longer.

[vulto-cor-de-rosa]

"Amar pelos dois" is such a song about ineffable husbands I'm sorry are you going to tell me you don't listen to this song and think of Crowley asking Aziraphale to come back to him??? Bffr

[disgruntledseagull]

it's fucking snowing again!

[coachtfd]

Of course it was going to be Joao Felix. 😬 I don’t know what Roberto Martinez was thinking with these subs.

[balluprojects]

Moving Forward, 2019

paying attention to life around yourself may show you how strong a being is, and how precious is every effort towards where you want to be. have a snail-ly and stress free Friday <3

[cepheusgalaxy]

Hmmmmm plot technicalities time:

The secondary plot driving conflict is supposed to be the shelfes (powerful and rich family in the city) vs the evil corp but uhhhhh WHY

Okay. Maybe the Shelfes are onto the corp and have some intel that can cause trouble to them. The Shelfes are a bit allied with the local government or something and it's in their best interest to serve Justice and take down their big ass trafficking ring and whole Thing going on. The corp, obviously, doesn't really like that so they want to take down the Shelfes. Maybe kill their members and watch them fall

Whatever it is. The missions at the corp are divided *mainly* in two: private and contracted. Contracted are when well. Someone hires them to do Stuff. Personal are when they ain't hired and do it for themselves. I considered the whole anti-shelfe thing might be a contracted mission (so itd be nothing personal) but that would require me to write a third party into the story and the whole thing of Espada is to keep things simple. Sooo no contracted mission for them. It's their own problem

Any way, the unnamed evil corp is putting in place multiple operations as steps in a bigger plan to destroying the Shelfes. Ann and Espa's mission at the beggining is also one of them. But now. WHAT does this consist of

Not killing one of the Shelfes themselves; they are for some reason on the town just next to the city where the family's core is settled. What are Ann and Espa sent to do there??????

Destroy facilities in town? Kidnap employees of their business? Nevermind i dont even know wtf is their goddamn business ;) what do rich families even do man. Plant false evidence to get authorities on their trail? Tbh I don't think that would even work. What do you do when you want to dethrone one of the most powerful families in the state who wants your evil corp dead

[mssi]

manifesting that spain wins the euros and england flops

[rosesandalfazemas]

I don't know if anyone has thought of this already but ever thought of PortEng but in a howls moving castle au? where portugal is howl and the england is that uhh wait haired person i forgot her name

Not until now and you gave me an amazing idea! Thanks for that! to play in the time they just saw each other for the first time, maybe a little supernatural adventure together before marriage )?

So England discovers they can change to other forms and, since Port is older, he's showing him up.

[1o1percentmilk]

i need to change my legal name fast. but id also need to update the passport after that too, which im not sure id be able to do before the next administration. i think it's still worth a shot, but im a little apprehensive.