berseker: (bro_flag)
edited because the caps started to get on my nerves


Title
: RP – Therapy Session
Characters/Pairings: Austria, Australia (hints of Aussie/America. And by hints I mean it’s totally happening, mate.)
Rating/Warnings: … if you ever felt traumatized by your therapist asking about your sexual fantasies, this might be triggering. ;D
Summary: Australia has a session with Austria.



So. This was a RP made by yours truly and [livejournal.com profile] candesceres . I was Austria, she was Australia. You’ll hear echoes from this post here. And this out. You should also know that psychoanalysis totally started in Austria. ^^

Anyway, this is how it started:



Berseker: I don't know bro, I'm starting to think Aussie has trouble being the bottom. Because I remember the last time we talked about it. And he was totally like NO IT NEVER HAPPENED
Candesceres: OHSHI - you might be on to something there bro
Berseker
: COME ON TELL ME. /Austria mode ON
Candesceres : OH GOD. LOL I TOLD YOU BRO. Him and South Africa. COCK GOES WHERE MOMENT.
Berseker : Aaaaaand-? How did it go?
Candesceres : And he - he was a baby okay. Not enough lube and it hurt like all hell. You know how big those africans are? DDD:
Berseker : SO HE WAS THE BOTTON THEN AND HE DIDN'T LIKE IT
Candesceres : LOL. NO. He hated it. Thought it was nothing to write home about. 
Berseker : And after that? Thell me about the first time you enjoyed, Aussie
Candesceres : HE PREFERRED SHAGGING PRETTY GIRLS LIKE VIETNAM AND TAIWAN. >___> Or you know, pretty boys. But those were harder to come by.
Berseker : I SEEEEEEEE...
Candesceres : WELL BRO. He didn't really know anyone outside the Commonwealth for ages. HE WAS ISOLATED.
Berseker : Hm.... what about the commonwealth then?
Candesceres : DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THE COMMONWEALTH IS BRO? More than he could do, at any rate lol.
Berseker : THEN LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS CRUSH OF YOURS.
Candesceres : OH GOD
Berseker : Tell me when this started. Not historically. I want to know your feelings. What were you doing, etc

Then it started and it went ON, guys, I don't even know.



therapy tiems this way )
berseker: (br/arg_wall)

New RP


No, there’s no reason for the sparkly thing, I just wanted to test the codes and look I LIKE THE SHINY don’t judge me Ç_Ç

Anyway.

In real life, this started when I recced [livejournal.com profile] candesceres ’s ficlet about Portugal and Spain and their babies to [livejournal.com profile] riot_of_flowers , and her wise words after finishing it were SPAIN, YOU FUCKED US UP D8. To which I said, yes, MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY, and then she said now wait a minute, we’re not fucked up, it was just a figure of speech ARGENTINA IS STILL AWESOME, or something like that anyway and the RP started and... well, you’ll see. And the ending is kinda... open. You’ll see.


So.. warnings for angst and old empires in a really bad light. Picture the boys doing something like… looking at old pictures or cleaning their own storage (wat, we can haz storages too okay) and Martín says what she said, Lu answers like I did and then this happens.




srs bizness )
berseker: (br/arg2)
So, it all started when Riot invite me to MSN to play.

The plan was to RP a little, but we got distracted with a discussion about public speaking techniques and Bariloche and female condoms and crazy teachers and at some point I pimped Cande’s hot Australia/Argentina/Brazil threesome fic and she said that Martin is totally jealous and then we started to talk about murderous argentine women and it went a little like this:

Riot: WE ARE OF THE JEALOUS TYPE. Haven't you heard of "Mujeres Asesinas"? Dude, those women were so jealous and fucked up and based on real horrible criminal Argentinean cases. We are of the possessive type, bad for romance, good for Twilight. Did they remake it at your country? A TV series of women killing people in gruesome ways? They did at Chile and Mexico
Berseker: NO, we're cute and sweet, so we did a remake of Chiquititas. Martin is CRAZY
Riot: Nah, Martina is insane. Martin is just possessive and nostalgic. Martina is possessive and doesn't handle things well. Have you ever heard of Yiya Murano? It was in Peron's times or at the beginning of the military government, I don’t remember, anyway, she was in a neighborhood society like in those old times, her friends betrayed her and she invited them to drink tea and have pastries and then she poisoned them all. Until this day the joke goes along of not having tea and pastries together, because they disguise cyanide very well.
Berseker: I IZ VERY AFRAID OF YOU GUYS NOW.



But Martina’s murderous ways are not the point even if it would do well to remember that, Luciana dearest. The point is that Riot thinks South America looks like an ice-cream and people don’t believe me when I say Argentines are not exactly normal orz and Chile, Argentina, Uruguay and Paraguay would be the cone thing I never eat (!) and Brazil and the others are the actual ice-cream and Central America is the spoon.

North America is eating it, I guess.

LOOK IT WASN’T MY IDEA OKAY. Anyway.

Then we got to that point she said the ice-cream was melting and then said You have been melting within me for a very long time, carioca boy! (And I will mentally replace my sweet Misiones with other parts of my geography for my sanity, thankyouverymuch)

And then it started. Only instead of porn it turned into… something else, I don’t even know. All I know is that I liked it so much that I wanted to do something with it. So I added the paragraphs-drabble-things between the lines and played a little with the dialogues, but I’ll explain it better in the notes. So, be warned for slightly modified role-play. Also be warned for the warnings. \o/


Title:
Rating: Free.
Characters/Pairings: Brasil (Luciano), Argentina (Martin). Mentions of Martin/South America and Luciano/World (look, it makes sense, I swear)
Warnings: Lemme think. Innuendo, but that was a given, angst, slight hints at jealousy, Luciano got issues and I think we can say Martin is topping emotionally omg.
Summary:

Love is like tango, is passionate, is fast, is breathtaking and suddenly it leaves you wounded, lying on the ground pondering about what just happened and then, when you think its over, you go back to the dance floor with another partner to lather, rinse and repeat. Samba doesn't do that, buddy. )

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