#wiltedprince

[fusionbolts-a]

    “You look lost without Ran around,” he laughs. Not that he’d ever seen the two of them separated before; it seemed like every time he saw Ranmaru these days, he and Takamoto were attached by the hip. “Not quite used to Dragnor yet?” | @wiltedprince

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#moto voice i personally love standing next to hiroko #moto voice it makes me feel great about myself

    “I wonder how great you’ll feel about yourself when I kick you in the crotch and bring you down a few feet.”

[ranseiuniter-archive]

@wiltedprince

    Hiroko lays on her stomach, quietly petting one of the pokémon that’s settled down to take a nap in the nice, warm sunlight. (She was surprisingly calm when Haru wasn’t around to antagonize her.) “Moto-nii, what’s this one called?”

[hirearanseian]

@wiltedprince

“It’s the squirt!” Grabbing the crown prince of Greenleaf, Sasuke pulled Takamoto under his arm and dug his knuckle’s into the prince’s head. Once satisfied with a noogie well done he changed the grip into a hug. Sasuke sent a few letters, when he could, but he never gave them a way to write back. He’d missed the Mōri the same as if they were his family. “So,” Sasuke placed a hand at the side of his face as a fake barrier to be sure a certain fussy britches knew he was being deliberately ignored. “Your old man finally letting you have fun?”

[cheralii]

    ❛ woah mister you’re really pretty! ❜ a loud exclamation at the green haired man to grab his attention as she carefully balances herself on one foot. he looked like someone out of the fairytales that makuahine would read to her, clad in golds and greens and with a sword too. though he also looked kind of lonely so acerola decided that she was going to keep him company for a while. 

       ❛ aren’t you hot in that outfit though? ❜ / @wiltedprince​

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    “Moto, maybe you should back away from this before you do something rash. I know you want to defend Ranmaru and all, but I really don’t think his mind is going to be changed. I just don’t want to see you get in trouble because some stranger kept pushing your buttons.”

[greencaped-blog]

moto-sama! 

Oh no….

Not another……….

“Ah, thank you.” Takamoto took the flower from his hair to inspect. As always, Shaymin had great taste in greenery, but there was the minor…inconvenience that was entirely too distracting to truly appreciate it.

He couldn’t take this any more!

“Shaymin-sama? Can you do me a very important favor?” He nuzzled his head against the Pokemon’s bushy back, voice dropping into a very low but hurried whisper, “I need to do something very quick, but I can’t leave these two in the gardens by themselves. You know how the weedle and the bug types get, seeing little defenseless grass types and all. Could you be their protector in my absence? I’ll sneak you a treat from the kitchen on my way back as thanks.”

ahhhh she nestled against his hand, wanting to be pet. Shaymin adored Takamoto, if anything he should always be adorned in flowers it was only proper after all. though there was something wrong; he seemed agitated, was he hurt perhaps? was the chikorita too heavy? she knew that Prince Takamoto was weaker strength-wise than Prince Motoharu and perhaps the Lady Hiroko but surely ... 

Humph. Turns upwards to gaze at him quizzically as she heard his whisper. < Of course, my prince! > Though Shaymin didn’t have have a lot of powers, she was good at defending her family. The Shaymin were protectors after all, protectors of the forests and trees and should her prince decide to leave anyone within her charge Shaymin will carry out his duties with grace and beauty! 

          < I want an cupcake! A blue one! With sprinkles on it.  > Though she spoke very quietly as to not wake up the other two. < Go carry out your mission my prince!  > 

[honorandchill]

@wiltedprince

    Huh. Kanetsugu had heard of Greenleaf’s university before--it was one of the reasons he’d wanted to visit the kingdom himself on his travels--but seeing it in person is a rather different experience entirely. A bit different than he’d expected. (Then again, he wouldn’t know much about schools anyway; a psychic’s mentor was typically responsible for ensuring their student’s education. Public education wasn’t exactly a familiar concept.)

   He peeks into one of the classroom buildings--just enough that he can see inside without disturbing anyone, at least he hopes.

    (Didn’t he have something else he should be doing? Whatever it was, he seemed to forget about it in his fascination.)