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[anankcs-blog]

For a moment, she almost looks serious when she reaches over and.... boops his nose. Boop.

       ❛ Mikoto? ❜ The way she regards him so seriously catches him off guard, concern sparking in his gaze and a question lingering on his tongue. Perhaps he had been expecting a conversation about the court’s disapproval of their relationship – it was hard to ignore the glances and whispers that he was met with; a stranger ( one who had no recollection of his past no less ) and a princess of Valla! – but he was not prepared when she simply pressed her fingertip to his nose. Confusion was the first thing to wash over him, then a wave of relief and finally AMUSEMENT. Anankos canted his crown of wild hair, leaning toward her so that their noses nearly touched. Mikoto was smiling now and he knew he would never get tired of seeing that smile.

       ❛ You’re teasing me. ❜ It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. A smirk slides across his lips and he backs her into the shadows of the palace, somewhere they would be hidden from prying eyes, his hands finding either side of her face and tipping her chin upward. ❛ You know what the punishment for that is, right? ❜ She’s giggling now and he finds it all but impossible to stop himself from bending down and DEVOURING her laughter. He shouldn’t be doing this is public – he shouldn’t touch her, shouldn’t look at her, let alone KISS HER – but he needs to familiarize himself with her taste and her scent. Everything. He wanted to remember all of it.

[shouganaai-blog]

I LOVE IKONA MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS LIIIIFE, I WILL CHOOSE HER HAPPINESS OVER MIIINE, EVERYTIIIIME, IKOOOONAAAAAAAAAAA, IS THE BEST THING IN OUR LIIIIVES, SO NEVER LOSE SIGHT OF THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH THE  B E S T  W I F E ,

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“Hello Queen Mikoto, what can I do for you?” It hadn’t been too long ago when Puck showed up in Hoshido. It was quite the event, a nameless man appearing out of seemingly nowhere only to become the High Prince’s retainer in few month’s time.

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Cities had always been uncomfortable for Rinkah. Crowded, noisy... so many people and voices intermingling together. For someone that had grown up in an out of the way, quiet place... it was a bit much to handle. The serene silence of the royal gardens were like a slice of heaven in comparison. Having stumbled upon Mikoto, however, she felt as if she had intruded on the royal’s own peace and quiet. “Oh. Am I intruding? I could leave, if you’d prefer to be alone?” 

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[anankcs-blog]

       Anankos must force himself not approach her, not to weep at the very sight of her. Instead he hides himself from her gaze behind a veil of loose, wild hair. He can’t bare to have her look at him, to see him as he is now. I am not the man you once thought I was.

       “I.. I thought you--”

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[shouganaai-blog]

&&. ( mikoto: anime was a mistake.

takumi: i can’t believe mother just called me a mista )

[sugarcoatedklepto-blog]

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Mikoto... That mysterious woman with the baby, huh? Of course, he had seen her around every so often. He’d even received the benefits of those strange healing techniques on occasion... But he’d never made any move to speak to her. Maybe that would be for the best? Gaius wasn’t one for children, but he admits that her kid was kind of cute... So he decided the best way to get a Mom’s attention? Acknowledge the kid! Dangling a sucker above it with a deadpan expression, however, may not produce the desired result...

[nakanaai]

    [[ ↠ ]] ❝ Y’like it, Grandma? Forrest made it for me! It feels like a lot like a yukata... except it fits right on me! ❞ He twirled, a flurry of bright blue on his waist; the upper portion a bright white, a beautiful summer dress.

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“Nah, I’m on patrol duty tonight.”

[naievtii-blog]

i can’t believe my parents are my biggest fans @starquccn​ @anankcs​

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           Tired. That was the only word that could explain just            what Lihwa was feeling. Laying in the sun after spending            the last few hours cooking for everyone in the camp,            she was finally able to rest after all of her hard work and            luckily enough had been able to find just the right spot            to laze about in. It was the sound of footsteps nearby,            however, that jolted the female up, eyes wide as she            realised just who it was.

           ❝ Q-Queen Mikoto...! ❞ The tigress bowed. ❝ G-Good            afternoon, Milady! ❞

[shir0uji-blog1]

5 times the love

Send “5 Times the Love” and I will write a drabble about the five times my muse fell in love with your muse

When he hears the other kids in the village talking about their grandparents, he then gets curious and asks his uncle about his, uncle Takumi should know (he can only asks him anyway, father isn’t here again), and of course he does, he tells him stories of a great man and a beautiful woman. He’s now even more curious. And fascinated.

He hears his father talking about his own mother, and Shiro is so excited! His father is visiting and talking about someone he wants to know about, and he gets to sit on his father’s laps as the latter tells him other stories and names, like uncle Takumi did, and he never loved his grandmother more than today, when only saying her name let him share a moment with Ryoma.

But now it’s his aunts who are there, all but sharing amazing stories, something happened and now it’s only sadness and he wants to hug them all and help, but he’s just a little kid, his arms are too short to reach and he asks about her, it broughts a smile to their faces, just her name did. And it’s amazing.

She’s in front of him, he’s older now, and way taller, his arms can hold more than one people, but she’s the first to embrace him and all the stories he listened to, all the precious times he spent with his family thanks to her, he remembers everything and thanks her, returning the affection as best as he could, emotions keeping him from saying more and she understands and just smiles at him.

He remembers when he was little and his father sits with him to tell stories of a great woman and queen, of a beautiful and lovely mother, of a caring and loving grandmother, of home, and he can’t help feeling the same happy feeling he had back then with her being the one telling stories about the past, his father, his uncle, his aunts and she’s still smiling, that warm and beautiful smile, and he’s just gappy he finally met that incredible woman he always was thinking about.

[naievtii-blog]

five times the love. love me my child.

—— five times the love. @starquccn

un; the act of holding hands

          It is one of their earliest memories, fumbling steps forwards sending          them tumbling down onto grass that is neither here nor there, that is           foreign and yet makes them feel at home. They barely have time to          cry when their knees hit the dirt, for mother is quick to be by their side,          pudgy hands going from clinging to grass to grasping at the ends of           Mikoto’s skirt, to finally finding their way around her hand. The other           hand is quick to cusp their face, thumbing away forming tears and           they cannot help but smile when mother smiles at them.

duex; the kiss good morning

         Tiny hands are curled up into fists, clutching onto the sheets as if          for dear life. To a child barely five, their own room is a scary concept,          all alone in the middle of the night. Still, they sleep peaceably, once          they settle down, dreaming of differences, and they are shaken to the          core; bubbles and a silk voice turning into a screech. Smoke becomes          a fog, and slowly fog becomes the bleary tears of being awakened by          light. Mikoto lingers over them, and they smile up at her. “ Good morning,          momma! ” they cry out, and she kisses their nose, eliciting childish,          innocent giggling. 

trois; the last good bye

           Arguing seemed to go over their head, the hushed whispers of “ how            on earth could you take them there? ” only responded with, “ but it’s           good experience for the both of them. ” or another variation therefor           of. Unaware, Kotaru takes Mikoto’s hand, turning her attention away           from Sumeragi and their pointed words. A sweet smile is on their lips,           a perfect picture of innocence, black hair disheveled and messy. 

                 “ Momma, I’m gonna be doing adulty things! Aren’t I? ”

                         Mikoto cooed, “ Oh, of course you are! ”           she adds under her breath, “ adults need to return safely. ”

quatre; the smile, welcome back.

             Eleven years pass, and they feel as though Hoshido has become              akin to another world, and they have since grown up far from the              six year old they were. Every muscle is coiled, wound up tight and             their back is horridly, strictly straight, head held incredibly high, a             cry strangled back in the bottom of their throat. An execution seems             to be weighing on their mind, it does not cross them that they have             seen this room before. 

             Footsteps echo behind them, and Kotaru is quick to turn to face it,              ready to see the cold, cut face that would cut them down. Instead,              it is Mikoto they face, a disarming smile and sweet words meeting             Kotaru ( and here they thought they would never be home )

cinq; the act of holding hands

               The night is quiet, and they sit at the edge of the lake, feet circling               back and forth in the water. Some sad sigh crosses their lips; they               are homesick, but for what they are unsure. Mother’s steps echo,               and they do not turn back to face her. Instead, they off her their hand,               helping her down unto the edge of the dock, some joke about age slips               past Mikoto’s lips. Kotaru keeps mother’s hand in theirs, and lays               their head on her shoulder.

[shir0uji-blog1]

starquccn a réagi à votre billet :starquccn a réagi à votre billet :kiraqi a réagi à...

oh really??? well i suppose ryoma takumi and i will also be having a talk because theyre in trouble too now.

Talk about Kiragi’s bad language with them too!! I’m not the one who taught him!