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hi its cass and i just remade so reblog this if you’d be cool with interacting with an agender, super canon-divergent avatar from fire emblem fates
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look as im making new icons i just want yall to know that both young and older kotaru are adorable
#'what happened to your colorful aesthetic' it died with my ability to make good themes#ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᶤᵗᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʳᵘᶰᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˀ (OOC)
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man okay so. im ????? not feeeeeeling this blog but i dont wanna abandond it or everything on it??? i might remake and if y’all wanna follow again then u can?
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listen,,, its my child’s birthday,,, love them
#I FORGOT IT WAS KOTARUS BIRTHDAY UNTIL AFTER I TOOK A BATH OOPS#ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᶤᵗᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʳᵘᶰᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˀ (OOC)
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lostscholar replied to your post:
DON’T FORGET ABOUT HOW AZURA’S DIVINE WEAPON KILLS HER!!
BUT SOME LOSER COULD HAVE JUST GIVEN UP THEIR MEMORIES TO SAVE HER
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#lostscholar#im the Angriest and i cant beleive i forGOT THIS#ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᶤᵗᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʳᵘᶰᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˀ (OOC)
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shit that pisses me off about f/ates:
that entire ‘cousins’ thing
avatar shows no attachment to the h/oshidan family, then breaks down over m/ikoto’s death
a/zura???? doesn’t???? get to break down?????
v/alla. the entire end of revelations fuck v/alla.
the gender binary
#'doesn the gender binary always piss you off' well YES but#ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᶤᵗᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʳᵘᶰᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˀ (OOC)#dont reblog //////#listen im a Pissy Person
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anyways what is Up my Home Slices
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starquccn replied to your post
but i love you <3<3<3
i love you toooooo <3 <3 <3
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starquccn replied to your post:i can’t believe my parents are my biggest...
-blows kisses at u in a mom way-
mom stop your embarassing meeeeeee
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i can’t believe my parents are my biggest fans @starquccn @anankcs
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look i know im like never here but consider: kotaru’s birthday is july 19th Love Them
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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.
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How would your muse describe my muse's eyes?
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#[kotaru voice] damn no need to call me out like this#ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᶰ ᵒᶜᵉᵃᶰ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ (MUSINGS)#ᶠᶤʳᵉᶠˡʸ (KOTARUISM)
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Send “5 Times the Love” and I will write a drabble about the five times my muse fell in love with your muse
(You can use this as platonic love as well. Love isn’t always romantic)
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five times the love !
( x ) | accepting | @naievtii
FIRST is the very act of learning she is pregnant- that an act of love between her and the man she loves most has given them a child. (of course, it’s no surprise that it would, but she was always a bit of a romantic.) She never once considered being a parent- a mother. With how her sister was so much more mature than her, she never even thought… She can’t help but hope the child has their father’s eyes.
SECOND is holding them for the very first time, after nine months. It’s getting to hear their cry, see their eyes and their nose and that little tuft of hair that’s barely visible. It’s getting to say hello for the first time, and watching her beloved completely crumple when the baby is placed in his arms, watching him cry while the baby coos innocently.
THIRD is sitting on the floor while her little Kotaru is sat on the table, (im)patiently awaiting their first word. She hopes it’s mama, Anankos hopes its dada… mostly, she just wants to hear that angelic voice finally say something. (Don’t get her wrong, she’s fully aware that once Kotaru starts talking, it won’t be generic cries waking her up in the middle of the night. Now the baby will be requesting her or her lover by name. She’s okay with that.) It’s quietly encouraging Kotaru to say ‘mama’ for fifteen minutes before the baby blows a raspberry at their mother, hands on their toes while they babble not about mama or dada but about duckies- she can’t help but laugh at this.
FOURTH is bringing Kotaru to the gardens. It’s not home- part of her thinks it never will be. But the flowers enchant her little one- calm them in the night when they cry out in this strange place. (do they miss their father? she certainly does.) It’s watching tiny fingers reach out for flowers, enchanted eyes staring at the night sky and the petals alike, reminding her that the both of them are still alive. It’s a comfort, in the void of her life.
FIFTH is seeing them follow around Sumeragi’s children as if they had always been part of the same family. She supposes, on some level, that as far as Kotaru is concerned that is exactly the case. It’s watching them cheerfully call for Ryoma, running around to play with him. Watching them let Hinoka read them stories, check on Takumi, stare down at Sakura’s crib utterly enchanted. It’s watching her little baby in all their joy, beloved by all and loving all. It’s crouching down and opening her arms just for little Kotaru call out ‘Mama!’ and dash to her from across the courtyard, laughing all the while.
#IM!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#SAVE TAG TBA.#this is so good i want everyone in the world to see this
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BE BLOODY, BOLD, AND RESOLUTE;
LAUGH TO SCORN THE POWER OF MAN.
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