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#( crack. )#he's been accused of not being able to read #depends on the day of the week

inscaria:

FIDDLING WITH the cravat of his costume, fushimi decidedly shrugs his coat off. the others might yell at him for it, but right now they seem preoccupied enough to dissuade any immediate concern. ‘ is it just me, or is it stuffy in here ? ’ he wonders, lips pursed and gaze low as he neatly folds the tacky coat & cape combo on his lap. it’s only upon hearing the king speak again that he hesitates, glancing up.

‘ the hell is that supposed to mean … ’ he thinks. decides there’s no point in trying to understand what it is that’s going through mikoto’s head at any given moment / though he’d be lying if he claimed to be entirely disinterested. though fushimi is loathe to admit it, the king’s next words have him at a loss for words.

“ —— huh ? ” perhaps not an entire loss. subconsciously, fingers grasp at the coat he’d been passively patting down. he’s beginning to suspect his suspicions regarding mikoto’s troublesome nature weren’t entirely unwarranted, after all. ( … it’s not that: he wants to say, but something like ‘i’m more comfortable here’ is out of the question. ) the thought has him shifting, eyes passively narrowing.

“ ah… i had a suspicion mikoto-san was the type. ”

And he, in turn, would be lying if he said it's not second nature at this point. Perhaps it's the way the other stiffens at the mere sound of his voice. Perhaps it's the skittish way his eyes dart about without ever meeting Mikoto's. Hell, it's probably the glasses, too. Something about his appearance makes him irresistible in a way that prompts Mikoto to squeeze him for more than just his lukewarm reactions.

"Huh." A suspicion. Strange way to say 'I always knew you were an asshole'.

"You scared I'll make fun of you?" Because he will. One of these days, he'll accidentally give voice to something he never meant to say out loud, and it'll be over for Fushimi in an instant. Especially now that they're on speaking terms. Poor kid.

#inscaria #( ic. )#the pressure of trying to remember what i put in the tags before that #i can never do it

woodmeat

Are you alive

Don’t ask me no personal shit like this

#( I. )#smh

inscaria:

BREATHING A SIGH, fushimi turns his head. reprimanding himself for getting so worked up when mikoto hasn’t done anything to warrant such a reaction, he makes an attempt to relax; at least, alleviate some of the tension in his body. ‘ like hell i’m easily offended … ’ despite this, it does occur to him that maybe the king has a point. maybe, he had taken offense / become a little too highly strung.

‘ why does it matter what he thinks ? ’ the thought sticks a moment, & perhaps, that’s just it. his arms lower steadily, hands clasping together and resting in his lap. it’s only when mikoto speaks once more that he peers up, brow raised some. ( — what does he expect me to say ? no ? ) though he’d never admit it, he’s intrigued. maybe that’s it, too. the cogs turning in his brain are almost audible.

“ i don’t mind. ” he decides, quietly. peers down at his hands, his words almost curious. “ you’re a king, aren’t you ? you can do whatever you want. ”

Obscured by a plume of smoke, he hums, narrowed eyes darting to where the other's seated. His brief moment of distraction allows Mikoto to watch him unimpeded: from the rigid set of his shoulders to his curling and uncurling fingers, Mikoto doesn't bother to read him beyond what he can decipher at first glance. He doesn't like to be psychoanalyzed by his peers, and he doubts Fushimi enjoys it either.

"Don't like making sense," he admits without context, but it sounds comprehensible enough when he plays it back to himself, tilting his head to idly muster the wainscot of Izumo's bar. Kings aren't rational creatures, purely based on experience. At least, he doesn't try to be. Rationality would ruin him faster than any of his other less pressing concerns.

"Though it just sounds like yer asking to be bullied."

#inscaria #( ic. )#i dont even remember my own tag system anymore but :3c

rubldus replied to your post: would you let this man take your blood pressure

Y E S OF COURSE MIKOTO-SAN’S THE COOLEST HE’S A KING /AND/ HAS A STEADY JOB

see this one’s just fine

#rubldus #( tbd. )#yata's such a good kid /:

d-aiyonokensha replied to your post: would you let this man take your blood pressure

nö

cracks knuckles

#daiyonokensha #( tbd. )#the injection you ask? my fist #get ready bitch

i would rather die than allow the "nurse king" to come within 10 feet of me

Then die.

#daiyonokensha #( ic. )#and all it took was a dumb hat

would you let this man take your blood pressure

#( tbd. )#no isn't an option

d-aiyonokensha

☼ + witcher au

@d-aisanokensha / witcher au.

nilfgaard is well-renowned for its preference of black in the world of fashion. as king emhyr’s well-trusted royal advisor, munakata is most often seen sporting only the richest of blacks and very dark grays, but being the vain creature that he is, he insists on threading all of his clothes with a rebellious blue — his signature color. his treasured possession is his hand-tailored pair of draconian leather gloves dyed a soft periwinkle accented with gold. they are only worn on special occasion considering his line of dirty work.

munakata himself is a slender and sleek witcher. lean-muscled but strong, he is stately in the way that he carries himself. a charismatic, dark-haired man who commands presence. upon closer examination, munakata’s body is covered in scars. the most prominent one rests on his shoulder: teeth marks stuck in his skin like an enormous beast once attempted to take a bite out of him. in addition, all witchers have golden cat-like eyes due to their genetic mutation and munakata is no exception to the rule.

#( save. )#god............ i fucking love witcher au #i gotta write more hcs eventually even tho that's all i've been doing on this account

oof it’s been a while since i’ve been on this account im about to throw rocks

#( ooc. )#every once in a while... i think about my son #and do nothing about it

daisanokensha

#( p. )#mood of the day

deadly-dose

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no matter where you go, you'll never have control

#( tracks. )#chef kiss.png #a mikoto suoh track

@layladearing how do you expect him to answer when he’s trying to kick ass

#( tbd. )#mikoto vc dont ever text me again

d-aiyonokensha replied to your post: ☼ + witcher au !

does mikoto have a horse whats his horses name

........................................................ horse

#daiyonokensha #( ooc. )#( hc. )#LOL #a dog is a dog... so his horse is a horse

☼ + witcher au !

Put a symbol in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.

- multiple scars (the most prominent being his lip scar), red hair (extensive mutagenic proceedings), viper eyes (mutagen-based)

- standard witcher gear. he’s got a fur lined cloak that protects his armor from rain / corrosion, the wolf school medallion, superior wolven gear (it’s a pain in the ass to upgrade it any further) which consists of: arrowheads, a wolven steel sword, a silver sword, hardened armor made out of cured draconid leather, monster heart and monster hide, gauntlets, gloves (thin, made out of monster hide), boots (hardened leather), and wolven trousers (silver ingot, monster egg).

- carries around: monster trophies, standard potions, elixirs, loot, foreign currency, provisions, herbs, bestiary, alchemy kit, no books (too heavy lmaoo), a map

#daiyonokensha #( hc. )#( v: hunt or be hunted. )#gonna add more to this later once i decide if he carries a lot of shit around w him or not

[ txt. ] "aren’t you crafty enough to escape yourself" sounded like a question to me~ [ txt. ] anyway, how about I treat you to lunch some time as thanks for getting me out? [ txt. ] I know a great soba place!

[ txt. ] shut up[ txt. ] it better be good soba

#layladearing #( ic. )#( v: tbt. )#don't get smart w me young lady.........

ൠ + witcher school !

Put a symbol in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.

- mikoto’s seen countless young witchers perish during the trials. their ghosts still haunt the forest and the path leading towards the castle, hiding within the thick mist that settles over kaer morhen at night. their cries are unmistakable, haunting - a reminder of a not-so-distant past

- favorite pastimes as a young witcher included:

daring friends to mount a forktail

wrestling drowners

#daiyonokensha #( hc. )#( v: hunt or be hunted. )#TWO SMOL HCS #i love mikoto who can still hear his friends beg for help but he's forced to ignore them bc THEY'RE DEAD

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