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kawaiiodangoatama · 5 years
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@goldenearthprince continued from here
Serenity recalled the first time she encountered rain on Earth. It had frightened her at first, as the Moon didn’t experience the same climate shifts. Having water fall from the sky and drenching her was problematic -- and an interesting story to tell Venus when she was caught returning to her chambers some hours afterwards -- but she enjoyed it once she no longer feared it. 
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“So...it freezes and falls on you...?” she asked, gasping. “What if it hits you? Does it hurt?” Would she have to worry about being harmed during the winter season here on Earth? Didn’t they already have enough to worry about with the murmurs of rebellion in the wind? Her heart pounded at the idea, as of her love’s safety. 
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mccnreign · 6 years
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EYES:      blue | green | brown | hazel | black | grey | red | other | golden & grey HAIR:    blonde | brown | black | red | ginger | grey/white | multi-color | other BODY TYPE:      skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | muscular SKIN:     pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored GENDER:     male | female | trans | cis | no gender | agender | demiboy | demigirl | other SEXUALITY:      heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other ORIENTATION:      heteroromantic | homoromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | other SPECIES:      human | undead/vampire | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch/wizard/sorcerer | incubus/succubus | other (lunarian) EDUCATION:    high school  | college | university | higher education | other LIVING SITUATION:       lives alone | lives with parents/guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | lives with siblings | drifter | dorming | homeless PARENTS/GUARDIAN:      mom | aunt | dad | adoptive | foster | grandparents | family friend | orphan RELATIONSHIP:  single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated I’VE BEEN:       in love | hurt | sick | abused | killed I HAVE A(N):    learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | eating disorder | substance-related disorder | n/a THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE:    drank alcohol | smoked | done drugs | stolen | self-harmed | starved myself | had sex | had a threesome | gotten into a fist fight | gone to the hospital | been arrested | gone to jail | used a fake id | gone to a rave | killed someone POSITIVE TRAITS:    affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | determined | fearless | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless NEGATIVE TRAITS:     aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | insecure | irresponsible | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | unstable Tagged by: bluemxnnequin Tagging: @lcvemechain, @goldenearthprince, @featherchan, @terramaiden, @skiestempest, @moondancings
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izousaito · 6 years
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(discover)
(discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know 
        The memories were not asked for, nor was the pain that came with them. This man, the mask, the hat. It was all gone. In their stead was a smiling prince, laughing and joking. Kunzite... Jadeite... Nephrite...
        There was a pain in his chest, hard and piercing, and Zoisite was forced to take a knee.
        This man... was their prince. They had loved him. When... how had it all changed?
        “E-Endymion...”
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jcdebound · 6 years
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It's Called Politics
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"Endymion. My prince. My friend. The earth upon which we place our feet. Please just let me pick out your clothes."
Each title is delivered with more sarcastic pleading than the last, until Jadeite sounds very much like he would not hesitate to simply throw his prince down and bind him until he could no longer touch a single article of clothing.
"You have not selected a single appropriate outfit. Just let me do it, so that we can be on time for this feast. Please."
The latter is thrown in as a clear afterthought, meant only out of politeness, and not due to a genuine plea. This is made all the more obvious because he apologizing man is not, in fact, looking at Endymion at all, but instead already casting his gaze upon the rows of clothes that have not yet been rejected.
None of the discarded items are inherently offensive - all are clean, and well-made. Perhaps that explains the prince's confusion - there is nothing obvious that would explain Jadeite's string of rejections.
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uurameshii · 6 years
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[ @goldenearthprince  ]
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Usako? The nickname was enough to make his blood boil. He had some nerve... Who the hell was he to step in and intervene when he had been gone for so long? 
Her boyfriend.
No. He didn’t deserve her. 
He had no right to step in now that the ex-detective had become so emotionally invested. In Mamoru’s absence, Yusuke was left to pick up the pieces of Usagi's broken heart. He was there to wipe her tears and ease the pain just enough to keep the bright-eyed princess happy for a little while longer...
In the end, he knew that his company would never replace what Usagi and Mamoru had. The two were meant to be-- No doubt, a bright and promising future awaited the Prince and Princess from a former life.
What a crock of shit. The ex-detective didn't believe in fate. He was living proof that destiny wouldn’t dictate what path he took. He would never force himself into some bullshit fairytale just because of a former life-- Or perhaps that was his jealousy beginning to rear its ugly head.
Didn't he have a right to be jealous? It was no secret that the ex-detective loved Usagi. He never meant to be more than just a friend to her, but somehow the pretty blonde with the bright eyes, infectious smile and warm heart drew him in.
It wasn't fair... Why did her heart belong to someone so unworthy of her love?
"Tch-- Yeah, I know who you are, Prince Charming."
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becomingatruelady · 6 years
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Healer (from @goldenearthprince -- Chibusa being the sick one, and Mamo being the one to care for her)
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☠ Drabble list / Accepting  
She hurts. Everything hurts, from the top of her head down to her toes, and everything is cold, like ice on her skin, and she’s tired but when she closes her eyes and starts to sleep her throat always starts to scratch and burn and then she has to cough and cough and cough 
 Usagi has never felt this way, not once in her fifty-three years. She has scraped her knees and cut her hands and bruised her shins, but she has never felt like this - like her throat might swell up shut or like her eyes might fall out if she doesn’t squeeze them shut or like everything is cold cold cold even though she’s sweating.
She’s scared. There isn’t any monster for her aunties to fight and no bad guy for her Mama to scare away, there’s just her, and how much she hurts.
She’s scared, and nobody is making this scary thing stop, go away, begone. Not Mama, her eyes big and her face pale as the roots of her hair. Not Papa, with big splotches under his eyes and hands that shake from drinking too much of his coffee.
Papa’s been quiet for as long as she’s felt icky. He’s been spending all his time with his books, or listening to her breathe with his steth-o-spope, or looking in her mouth with a flashlight, or any of the other things he only ever did when she got a check up.
She doesn’t like it. These aren’t check ups. She always gets a lollipop after a check up, or a cookie, or sometimes, when she had to get a shot, a band-aid with a flower. These not-check ups just end with Papa frowning and leaving her with one of her uncles, mumbling words that she can only kind of hear and doesn’t fully understand - ‘Lunarian’ and 'influenza’ and 'hybrid vigor’ and 'Terran’.
His smiles are sad when he walks away from her not-check ups, and he doesn’t tell her stories on nights when she has a not-check up. He stays away until after her bed time, and doesn’t back until the second or third time she wakes up coughing in the dark. 
She doesn’t like it. Not any of it. Not how icky she feels or how sore her throat is and especially not that her Papa is so busy.
So when she wakes up, the fifth time in a single night, her throat sore and scratching and dry and her head aching so much that just blinking hurts, and she sees her Papa there, in a chair by her bed, his eyes closed and his hand on hers, she feels so much that she just starts to cry, tears dripping from scrunched-shut red eyes and rolling down round cheeks. 
She tries to keep her hitching breaths and coughs quiet, because Papa is sleeping, and he’s here, and if he wake up, he’ll go away, but even the quietest crier would have trouble not waking up someone who was right there, and Usagi has never ever been the quietest crier. 
“Small Lady?” She hears Papa say, and she feels the hand on hers move away, and she cries harder. 
“Papa,” she manages, but that’s as far as she can manage, her small fingers squeezing his. "Papa, papa.“ 
"Small Lady, what’s wrong, Papa’s here, you can tell me -” She can hear his voice change, hear it become soft and low; the voice that brings her out of her nightmares and comforts her when she hurts. The voice that’s her real Papa, not the scared, quiet Papa who’s been skipping story time and giving not-check ups. 
His hand stops moving away. The bed dips, and another warm hand cups her back, draws her close, and her free hand finds his shirt. She buries her head in against his chest and she can feel him draw a breath, probably to say something, to say he’s busy, he has to go, he has to go do something, and she doesn’t want him to.
She finds her voice through the hiccups.
“Don’t go away Papa! I don’t want you to! It’s dark and I don’t feel good and you didn’t read me a story or say goodnight or kiss my forehead or, or, or - ”
“Small Lady,” and his voice is even softer, and his hand touches her cheek, tilts her head up, and when she shakes her head stubbornly and refuses to open her eyes, his voice is still soft when he says, “Look at me Small Lady." 
And she does, because that soft voice is his Serious Papa voice. Her eyes still hurt, just like her head does, but she opens her eyes and looks up at him. 
He looks like her Papa, not like the sad, tired man who’s been walking away. 
“I’m sorry, Small Lady. I didn’t mean to forget all of that. I’ve been worried - but that doesn’t mean I should have stopped being your Papa. Will you let me make up for it?" 
She sniffles, one hand coming up to scrub at her stinging eyes. “Uh huh. But only if you stay and read me a story!”
“I think I can do that.”
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lxdynemesxs-blog · 6 years
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Kurousa scowled as she was lead into the Kingdom by the Sailor’s, her head held high as she heard the whispers and gasped. The Princess of the White Moon was no more, only Kurousa remained. 
As she was forced to her knees in front of the King she smirked before speaking. “Hello Daddy dear.” She snarled, eyes filled with hate and bitterness. “Mother still trapped I see.” She said in a bored and cold tone.
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riverborne · 6 years
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@goldenearthprince || continued from X
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“Don’t be afraid Tuxedo Mask, you are in no danger here.” she raised a hand to appeal to the Earth Knight. “I’m sorry for the illusion that guided you here, it was the only way I could get you here without incident.” All the same she curtseyed quickly to him and brought out her water pitcher to hold before her chest. “I am called Sailor Mnemosyne, Guardian of the River of Memory. This is my domain.”
The river ebbed and flowed before the both of them, the sandy side they stood on barely touched by the rushing water. “Starseeds at the end of their lives come here to have their memories recorded before they return to the cauldron. That’s why I sent for you actually.”
“I was wondering if you could inform me about the current happenings of your planet, many starseeds that have come from that aera have been acting... odd. And i figured the best way to get to the bottom of it would be to speak with the Starseed Carrier of the planet itself.”
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prince-demando · 6 years
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@goldenearthprince liked for a starer
Hikaru was taking a well deserved break on a bench just in front of the building of Kurotsuki corp. when he noticed him. Chiba Mamoru. Oh.
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This wasn’t enough surprise to make him drop his coffee mug but boy that was a close one. After all, there was nothing to see in this part of Tokyo except for boring company buildings so it couldn’t be a coincidence or him just being around for no reason. No, he was surely here for him. As Demando, the former prince never got to have a talk with the King or his past self - and just by looking at him now he couldn’t suppress these lingering feelings of anger, loathe and most importantly jealousy. Whatever business the future king had with him had to be short; Hikaru was not sure how long he could stay polite even for the sake of keeping Usagi’s friendship.
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featherchan · 6 years
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ERA AESTHETICS! BOLD all that apply! Repost do not reblog
Tagged by:  @goldenearthprince // Thank you for tagging me
Tagging: @gardienstellaire , @blackxladyxusa , @crossingredqueensrealm , @lunarpcwer , @lunxrserxnity , @starcrossed-memoirs ,@galacticxmultimuse and anyone who is interested. 
【REI HINO】
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【MEDIEVAL】 tired eyes.  coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds.loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
【RENAISSANCE】 freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums.bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.  worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.
【BAROQUE】 dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs.  fancy furniture. pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.  bitten nails. candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.
【CLASSICAL】 chandeliers.  the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning.wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.
【ROMANTIC】 compassion.  short writings on scraps of paper.  blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas.faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers.  dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
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kawaiiodangoatama · 5 years
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#// shout out to kawaiiodangoatama for sharing her icons with me <3
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((jd;shfjkHA’LSKDJald anything for Mamochan! <3))
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ofstardustandwisdom · 5 years
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“Oh, I’m sorry-”
The thunderstorm had come out of nowhere and Taiki had ended up drenched beyond reason. She didn’t quite feel like catching a cold and had sought out a spot to get changed. When the door opened, she had changed her pants and had a gray shirt in hand. Realizing who it was, she fought the urge to swing or throw something at the poor man. Instead, she turned to keep her back to him while slipping the new shirt on properly. “I’d suggest knocking next time. I don’t think Usagi would take kindly to hearing you barge in on other women’s rooms.”
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izousaito · 6 years
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📨 (@goldenearthprince)
My muse has written yours a letter. Send “📨” to see what it says!
@goldenearthprince
Your
Endy 
Chiba-san,
        I hope this finds you well in America. Your studies are important, and they must be quite intensive right now. However, your silence had not gone unnoticed… and we are worried for your wellbeing, physical and emotional.
        This letter does come with a small “Care package”. Kino-san helped to pick an assortment of nonperishable treats to help you overcome the stressors of your studies and academic life. Enclosed is also tea. I have heard rumors of tea that is provided and it’s subpar quality. Such is not suited to a royal palette.
        We are doing as well as is expected of us. Please, if you do worry, do not let it be on our accounts. We will be fine.
        We look forward to hearing from you again. Your letters are always a source of solace for us.
Yours faithfully,
Ia  Zoisite.
                                P.S. Ignore everything Nephrite says about the microwave. He cannot be trusted.
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jcdebound · 6 years
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!!! (for Mamoru/Endymion)
lazy rper symbol meme / acceptingwrite a headcanon about our muses
Jadeite and Endymion grew up together, cared for each other deeply, and caused endless amounts of trouble together, but they were never each other’s ‘favorite’ brother, as it were. Instead, they were like close friends, who shared enjoyable times but were just as happy to be apart, if it meant they were spending time with their favorite people. It wasn’t something that either of them acknowledged verbally, but it was a fact they were both silently aware of. 
This was the case for many things between the two of them - having grown up together, they understood each other in a way that was at time beyond the need for words, communicating with glances and smiles and faint tilts of the head. They were both so sure of their ability to speak without words, and so confident in their knowledge of the other, that they were both baffled when they landed on opposite sides of the Lunar issue.
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silvermoonbunny · 6 years
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(( @goldenearthprince || continue from here ))
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  A soft gasp came from the Princess of the Moon when the Prince of Earth reached for her hand and cursed under his breath. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she was pulled along after his comment. Was she being that much of a hindrance?
  Her head spun as they twisted down corridors and flights of stairs. Until, Endymion burst through a heavy looking door and her eyes rested onto a large room of dark items. The moonlight, it being very bright this time of month, reflected off of everything in the room. Even off of her own dress.
  There was so much to look at too, and yet she was so… Memorized. Everything here either screamed Endymion, or had his rich scent. Whichever she was in love with.
  But his comment about the room brought her attention to Endymion again as she blinked. “Ah– Endymion, what do you mean?” She paused for a moment before looking down, feeling a bit ashamed as she pressed her hands to her chest.
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  “Am I a hindrance to your throne? We aren’t even suppose to be together… If you are to marry someone else, I can just..” It hurt to continue her thought. Tears came to her eyes as she closed them tightly before exhaling.
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sercniity · 6 years
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ERA AESTHETICS! BOLD all that apply! Repost do not Reblog!
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Tagged by: @goldenearthprince ( omg thank u for tagging me !! )
Tagging: @terramaiden, @ignitvd, @viablesolution, @izousaito, @pinkendymion, @lcvemechain ( apologies if you’ve already been tagged !! )
【MEDIEVAL】 tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
【RENAISSANCE】 freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.  worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.
【BAROQUE】 dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs.  fancy furniture. pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.  bitten nails. candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.
【CLASSICAL】 chandeliers.  the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.
【ROMANTIC】 compassion.  short writings on scraps of paper.  blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas.faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers.  dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
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