the plottiest twist: marx is more afraid of sakura than she is of him
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the plottiest twist: marx is more afraid of sakura than she is of him
(ง •̀_•́)ง she smol but she will protec her brother if she must
BACKS DOWN…
scalefated replied to your post
YOU STARTED IT WTF
>”YOU STARTED IT”
>me, an intellectual: everyone knows hoshidans start everything
scalefated replied to your post
if she gets upset its Your fault
bewitchiings replied to your post
BIG BROTHER….NO…..
(ง •̀_•́)ง
i’m bouta smack that smooch right off ur cheek, sir.
STARTS A WAR OVER A CHEEK SMOOCH.
bewitchiings replied to your post
best oniichans
marx is just [STERN BROTHERLY CONCERN] but we all know niles has silent aim for ppl’s heads
artie’s cam: holds hands or smooches anyone
me in the corner w/niles & marx: P PP UT’EM UP
7 months later this piece is DONION RINGS
I’ll have prints of this and some other new stuff at Holiday Matsuri in Orlando this December!
bad retainers go into the retainer grinder to ATONE FOR THEIR SINS
She's shy, to put it lightly. It isn't often that she approaches the elder royal, much left with a gift for him in hand. Porcelain cheeks burned softly as burgundy hues remained trained on the floor below, embarrassment clear as day on her face. They weren't even related by blood, so she wasn't entirely sure why she was bothering with such a celebration in the first place. "Uncle." Pushing the wrapped box flush against his chest, she huffs. "Happy Birthday."
【 ✙ 】AH, so one of the sisters had come to see him. What, with their brother’s excitable approach, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d see the other two as well. Three children... He certainly admired his little brother for managing so many, even with the family’s assistance. Nevertheless, Marx gives the young girl his complete and undivided attention, unable to stifle the tug of lips as she advances in... near frustration. The look on her face reminds him of a younger Leon, yet not too much so, considering how much his children seemed to have caught up with him ( no thanks to otherworldly realms ).
❝ Lydia. It’s good to see you. ❞ He says, one hand rested upon her head, while the other takes hold of the box pressed against his chest. This child would receive no different treatment from her brother, as he leans down, planting a kiss to her forehead as well.
❝ Thank you. I’ll be sure to use this well... That is, if you’d be so kind as to spoil the surprise. ❞
gentlexbloom replied to your post
// sorry Marx u seem nice but also ur face is scary so
he knows and he would apologize for it.
⚜ RADICAL PRINCESS ;
“As the first princess of Hoshido, it is my duty to protect my people. I will not surrender to the likes of you.”
“I don’t know what information you have given to Corrin, but you are turning her against her real home where her family is. I will do whatever it takes to bring her back where she belongs.”
❝ You value the safety of your people less, the more you stand against us. We have not fed Corrin LIES, Princess Hinoka. It would do you well to accept her choice in where she feels she belongs, she has been more merciful than I would have agreed to. ❞
i think i finished all my birthday responses. now we’re back to ur regular programming of marx being a massive dickhole.
Unfortunately, she lacks the confidence to approach him directly, so his gift is left for him where she hopes he will find it. Freshly baked anpan await in a small modest box, mostly left unadorned except for the twine keeping it closed with a simple bow.
【 ✙ 】JUST AS he’s sure to retire, the heir notices something out of the corner of his eye. Finding the small box outside his quarters, his head turns to and fro, scanning the perimeter in an attempt to catch the culprit. Yet he sees no one, all soldiers retreating to their own tents for the night. Anyone could have set this here, and it could certainly be a trap. ( what better time to lay one than during personal festivities? ) And the thought unnerves him, having begun to trust his Hoshidan allies. Perhaps he does need to loosen up, in spite of the risks...
Taking the box inside, he opens it to find sweet rolls. He’s cautious, inspecting the scent, going as far as to pull one apart, tasting its red bean filling ——
SWEET... and he’s certainly not choking on his own bile and blood. His worried mind is put at ease, and he takes a proper bite of the bun. This will make a good treat before he rests. He’ll certainly have to seek out whoever left these for him, he wouldn’t want to leave them without thanks.
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I’m so disappointed in you Corrin…
❝ She is free to make a choice that suits her best interest, and your disappointment lies only within your own selfishness. Lay down your weapons, and perhaps your strife will come to an end. ❞
⚜ LITTLE WITCH ;
APPROACHING people was never something she was used to, with it being the other way around. However, she made note that today was a day to fuss about - and decided to pay a visit to the fussy little king. A bag of protective runes she had bothered crafting herself. A few were made for mere protection, but others were made to help him rest. Her knowledge was extensive - going as far as using symbols like svefnthorn (’sleep thorn’). She had even included symbols like ginfaxi (courage in combat) and hiræthigaldur (strike fear into the enemy). She knew he was brave enough on his own, but he still had a sense of… almost childish anxiety. It was something that drew her to him very easily. Once spotting him, the witch had but a gentle simper. She had to be sociable on this day, after all.
“You’ve come a long way, Marx.” Her awkward laughter would follow her words. She was reclusive, yet she found herself coming around to speak to him. An unspoken comfort.
Holding the bag out for him - she wasn’t sure this was appropriate, she was an outsider to the family, but she figures he’d appreciate the gesture.
“Take these and keep them with you, will you not?”
@f0rnweh | happy birthday, marx!
【 ✙ 】HE WAS SURE he’d seen everyone today ( in spite of how hard he tried to avoid it ), all but a peculiar woman he’d been heeding little advice from. It wasn’t as though he EXPECTED to see her, however curiously desired it might have been. She was mysterious, COLDLY CARING in the way that she lingered near. Yet the visage he was met with is what caught his eye. Lips curved into a smile, shrouded by opaque, purple hues. He turns to face her, hands cupped in front of himself for her offering. The pitch in her voice simulated the giggling of a young girl, but he knew that was hardly the case.
❝ A charm? ❞ He asks, having little to no knowledge about the effects of runes or amulets. Yet she still looks after him, as though she’d made it her personal obligation,
❝ I appreciate your guidance, Nyx. Although it’s... unorthodox, in my opinion, you put a great deal of time and effort into checking in with me. ❞ Nodding, he continues, ❝ Perhaps one day, you’d make an excellent advisor. ❞