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this got put in content appeal because i tried to put in an icon so im reposting it like this please pardon my mess

@venatorio asked, for the voice meme:

📣 what's ryoma's personal feelings on being a prince and ruling and stuff like that? is he happy with his role outside of being honored to serve his country and family? if he had the freedom to do so, do you think he would just yeet the crown and title?

there’s a lot going on here

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Send me 📣 and a question, and the mun will voice their answer!

Some examples of things might be:

Questions for the mun about RPing (in general, about writing, what their URL means, their favorite types of rps, etc.)

Questions for the mun about their muse’s interests, likes/dislikes, headcanons, how they feel about other muses, and anything else you’re curious about

How the mun pronounces certain words or phrases

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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lordspeaker‌:

“indeed,” he said, turning as well to meet ryoma’s gaze; perhaps his expression had fallen a bit at the consideration of exactly what it was that lingered on his mind, but he made an effort to steer it away from such influences as he placed an order at the bar. “what sort of headaches? overbearing matchmakers, perhaps?”

“Yes, partially,” he took another drink, a refreshed sigh following. The alcohol’s warmth was welcome right now. “I’m...not fond of throwing this information around in this land, but my hand in marriage is highly sought-after in my homeland. It’s not something I’m fond of, though...most suitors are interested in things bequeathed to me on my birth, and little else.”

He paused for a moment, pulling out a means to pay. “Here, I’ll buy you a round. Tell me what ails you.”

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a friend he recognized at the bar – a friend he hadn’t seen for some time. he took the stool just beside, the soft quirk of a smile beginning to grow. “it seems something is on your mind,” he said lowly, not turning to ryoma but leaning against the bar to await his turn. “trouble with the holiday?”

“Aye--you as well, I take it?” Ryoma turned upon seeing Aymeric in his peripheral. They hadn’t crossed paths in some time, a smile coming across his own face though his brows strained. The man was a welcome sight however, he was glad to see him well, and maybe his ears were the set his concern needed.  “Active courtship brings to mind a lot of headaches.” 

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“You’d think in a world so used to people from different worlds, the customs wouldn’t have have so much whiplash,” He grumbled to no one in particular, taking a swig of his sake. The Nohrians had their fair of noble infighting--certainly nobles were just predisposed to fighting with each other. (It sounded pessimistic to believe, but in a position of power and seeing how people grabbed for it, then maybe) Still, it made this holiday rather vexing, as he’d had enough fighting for his affection. For once, he just wanted to let it rest. “Or are most nobles interested in seeking attention?”

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Sakura left a small package for the other, a light bag of wrapped chocolates. "For my big brother - Sakura."

The traditions here he wasn’t entirely accustomed to--but he had enough conflicting information that he was reminded enough of how nobles fretted over him. It was a bitter memory that wasn’t worth dealing with.

But still, he’d heard of people showing appreciation to friends, family...and it seems one of his own siblings had the same idea. He picked up the package, opening the bag’s contents and putting on a small smile. He was so thankful for having a family that stuck through as it did, as distant as they were...it could be much worse, deep fissures within the family as power and the search therein corroded. But in spite of it all, they were stalwart, and that’s all he could ask for.

“Thank you, Sakura.” Though she likely couldn’t hear him, he wanted to express the gratitude somehow, in this moment.

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“I have no comment on today, though I do hope your day is well.”

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Reblog this if your muse has family issues.

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invitedeath‌:

yotou replied to your post: 

sir please pay no heed to the family drama

oh my, it’s that buff bottom from the gym

EXCUSE ME

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could we not make it sound like i’m some rowdy tourist destroying her hotel room, ryoma?

“Ok, I’m just a hotel patron that’s used to my roomate and the neighbor roomates banging on each other’s doors. My apologies.” 

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blessedsckura replied to your post: He’s just watching, sipping tea. so the fights are...

“Shouldn’t we do SOMETHING about it?”

“If their arrival onto this land was anything like our own, they can’t do much other than make a racket anyway.”

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He’s just watching, sipping tea. so the fights are brought to his own backyard now. 

Family arguing with Nohrians around fields of cherry blossoms--thats just what life is now, isn’t it?

He doesn’t really have anything to add.

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“I figured I’d find you here.”

These words were not his own; but the Ryoma who was born here, the other, almost thought he was hallucinating. But lo–there was another man who looked just like him, staring back at him, just beginning to place a phone back into the obi of very traditional looking clothing.

(The fashion choice was deliberate on Prince’s part.)

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“I figured I’d find you here.”

These words were not his own; but the Ryoma who was born here, the other, almost thought he was hallucinating. But lo--there was another man who looked just like him, staring back at him, just beginning to place a phone back into the obi of very traditional looking clothing.

(The fashion choice was deliberate on Prince’s part.)

“I figure you have some questions. I do as well--do not panic, I wish not to resort to violence, unless you attempt so first.” The prince closed the space between one another, enough room between them at least for personal comfort. A few beats of the wave onto the dock rocked calmly.

“Wh...who are you?” Nerves struck the other Ryoma; his voice failing him. He wasn’t usually this shocked, but what else do you do when you see yourself? The spitting image--was this person some sort of shapeshifter? There were nonhumans in the city, sure, but he didn’t know if any could pull this sort of--

“Your name’s Ryoma, yes? You have three siblings by blood--Takumi, Hinoka, and Sakura. They’ve seen you through the deaths of many a parent, have they not?” He placed a hand onto his counterpart gently, trying to keep his tone reassuring. “You and I are one in the same, this...this life is mine as well, in a way.”

The other really...wasn’t sure how to process this.Sure, his family was affluential but why did he look just like him? “Look--- if you want to take my life, you can have it! You’ll cave under the pressure!” He was gesticulating, a laugh bubbling around each word like a feral foam. He pulled himself from the other, sea breeze on his back as he found himself closer to the tip of the dock. (Admittedly, he wasn’t worried about that, or even registering it.)

“I'm hardier than you realize. Besides, I don’t want your life, it’s already mine in a way. It’s...complicated, I don’t quite understand myself but, well--” He tried to launch into an explanation, but his other decked him square in the face, making Ryoma stagger away as other self made a run for it. He made a shot in the dark, grabbing the other’s ponytail and putting him into a headlock.

“Fine you want to do it this way? I’m no master of hand-to-hand, but I know full well how to incapacitate a man when my sword fails me!” The other Ryoma flailed against his arms, trying to lower his center of gravity for the upper hand, but Ryoma was more than a match for him. Even if they had similar builds, he was just simply more experienced.  “Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way--I can make this painless for you, or I can have you bleed out by Raijinto’s touch.” Honestly, the other Ryoma lucked out, he wasn’t going to get a death by electrocution, which was very well possible had Raijtino been able to carry a charge.

“And what the hell entails painless? Gonna strangle me?” 

“No. As I was trying to explain earlier--I can apparently seal you inside some sort of cyber-pocket. It’s apparently non-lethal, but I know nothing of this ‘cyberspace’. So you tell me.”

This actually relaxed the other somewhat. He, unlike this Ryoma, was a native of the city and fully aware of the technology at their disposal. And though he wasn’t sure how this would work, he was...oddly trustworthy of it. He still didn’t want to die, there wasn’t any peace in death, no stark awareness that death was simply part of his role to fill.

He was just some guy.

But did he really want to get gutted by a sword? Honestly, he wasn’t sure how good this guy was with a sword, actually, but if his own kendo skills were any indicator, as well as this stranger’s strength...

Ah, fuck.

He sighed. “Fine, do your worst. I wanna ask, though--how good are you with a sword anyway?”

Ryoma procured his phone, firing up the app.

“Well, for one, I’m a samurai, with the resources that nobility allots me at my disposal. I haven’t once dared to waste that.”

Damn. He wasn’t messing around about the sword thing.

“Maybe we can meet again and have a fair fight--how about that?”

Ryoma smiled, clicking the necessary button, his other beginning to fade.

“You know, I’d like that. Stay sharp, Ryoma.”