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{ OF MEMORY ·}:

“I suppose you could say that. It wasn’t really my choice though.”

The laughter tasted bitter on her tongue. Was it out of nervousness? Fear? Every event leading to her merging with Kairi should have ended with the expected outcome. This place, and her own rebirth, were new variables that would lead to many restless nights to come.

But that was a concern for another time. She wanted to capture this innocent moment, her eyes darting between details as if to absorb the scenery before it fades. And for once, she could spend it with someone. Tearing away from the glittering sunlight cast over the water, her serene gaze rested upon his face.

“You look different.”

There was no particular connotation attached to the phrase but stated as mere fact. It was obviously true, after all. He seemed…older. Excluding the change in attire and hairstyle, a gleam of maturity and hope now inhabited his eyes. She almost doubted this was the same boy from her memory.

Minutes of awkward silence passed before she was released from the observant trance. She hadn’t realized she hadn’t spoken another word.

“It’s a good look for you,” she chuckled, “I can see your face clearly now.”

A witticism - or rather several - precipitately forms upon the tip of his tongue. Although all are innocuous, none are granted swift departure from his brazen lips. Regardless of whether they seem anodyne or not, he's inclined to tread lightly rather than heedlessly risk affronting her. Where his own inimitable brand of jocularity would have been revealed without hesitation in the presence of someone whom she irrefutably resembles, he deliberately shows some restraint. He's not entirely sure why he does so, and he doesn't pause to ruminate on it. Instead, he permits a blithe smirk to form upon his countenance as he offers a nonchalant shrug.

❝ As long as it doesn't look ridiculous. Can't have people laughing. ❞

For an appreciable yet fleeting moment, he noiselessly regards their vibrant surroundings. Articulating compassion under circumstances that are less than auspicious isn't something that can always be done with enviable ease. Yet, having doughtily overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles, he's not easily daunted by challenges and he's determined to remain that way. He can only hope that he's not being callous in inquiring about a matter that she has little influence over. Just because one bears benign intentions, doesn't mean that they won't be misconstrued.

❝ It's hard to think anything positive about a place you're trapped in, but you don't have to go it alone. If you need anything, you've got friends you can turn to. For starters, Sora and Kairi. ❞

#jardinia #isola threads #{ the graphics are phenomenal! it's amazing how immersive it is. }#{ when you compare the first game with this one..the improvement is even more impressive. }#{ i can't wait to see what the next kh game will have in store. graphic wise and plot wise. }#{ even though there's no telling how long it'll take for it to be released. -.- }

A little tired since I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night, but I’m around and getting to some things! I’ll also be running out at some point in a few hours to get something in preparation for a cosplay event I’m attending one week from today. Hope everyone is doing well!

#{ out of sight }

{ ??? ·}:

It goes completely over her head, something that he must be thankful for. The food is what she is more concerned about and his opinion on whether or not they should skip straight to dessert. Unfortunately, he’d like savory food first, something that makes her noticeably pout but nods her head in affirmation even still. If that’s what he wanted, it’d only be right for her to be courteous. He does promise that he’ll take sweets into consideration after they’re done, which is satisfying enough for her now. “Fish…of all things,” She sighs. It’s certainly not her first choice but again, if it’s what he wants.

Luckily, there seems to be something in the area that serves exactly what he’s looking for. With a high enough rating to please her as well. “You happen to be in luck that there’s a place just around the corner from us.” No time is wasted as she begins to walk ahead of him, only paying a glance to make sure that he’s able to keep up. “Well? Aren’t you hungry? Keep up, then.” And while he’s at it, he can do something else for her.

“And your name, please. Seeing as I’m doing something for you, it’s only fair that you return the favor. Your name will do.”

He thinks of sustenance not with predilections in mind, but rather with the appreciable desire to seek out familiarity in this place that still remains so bemusing to him. He's compelled to maintain a semblance of the unconventional life that he involuntarily forsook upon arriving here. So, while offering a flippant shrug and while enabling a nearly imperceptible smile of mild amusement to toy with his lips, he acknowledges her unconcealed dismay. ❝ When you grow up on an island, you get used to eating fish. ❞ Should his entrapment here become more protracted than conceivable...or should it become permanent, it'll be one of the few things preventing his existence as it was before all of this from becoming a beguiling illusion fabricated by his mind.

At her emphatic directive, he hastens his pace. ❝ Sounds fair. It's RIKU. ❞ Only then - after ungrudgingly fulfilling her request, does the famished adolescent realize it's possible she's encountered familiar faces. Whilst nearing the nearby establishment that she's made reference to, he poses a lone enquiry. ❝ Know anyone with wild brown hair? ❞

#seafavored #isola threads #{ yup. i absolutely know how difficult it can be to avoid spoilers like the plague. }#{ especially when they're tossed out all over the place. }#{ i had to stay off of social media until i finished it. almost had a frozen part spoiled for me. }#{ i'm glad that you enjoyed the game though!! now hopefully we won't have to wait a decade until the next. }

{ OF HEALING ·}:

She nodded at the other before taking a deep breathe. “Well, not magic… but I am a healer.” She explained, looking up at the other male. “I don’t… know if this staff works though.” She explained before looking down at the wooden staff she received.

Offering a solitary nod of acknowledgement, he surmises that she's accustomed to being equipped with POTIONS and things of the like. Quite possibly even remedies more potent than elixirs due to her role as a medic. ❝ I know a duck who uses magic, and he wields a staff. How does your usual staff work - the one that you normally use? I'm guessing it's different from his. ❞ Despite not being one to presume too much, he's also conjectured that the wooden one that she presently bears is a replacement.

#blessedsckura #isola threads

{ ??? ·}:

“Like mayor but with more power. Good thing that it is in his head though, I’ve heard he’s not exactly the sanest person around.”

Retrieving her phone from the pocket of her skirt, Rebecca began typing rapidly. Kind of handy that the old school devices had the name and contact details of everyone in the city, seemed those that had kidnapped them didn’t think they deserved the same privacy they afforded themselves.

“You may be right. I’m sure his name is Kuma- something.”

The blonde continued playing with her phone, looking more and more aggravated.

“Ugh why is this thing so slow! Here! His name is Kumagawa. It doesn’t have his address, only his contact number. ”

Whilst canting his head in a pensive fashion, he soundlessly considers every sliver of information that he's received. From the supposed absence of sensibility within the boastful enigma of whom they speak to the apparent lack of efficiency that plagues her mobile device. Perhaps even his as well. Though, he's not yet found his own to be so nettlesome. Nevertheless, rather than inquiring about her lagging cellphone, he focuses on the pseudo-president. ❝ Sounds like this KUMAGAWA guy is either just really misunderstood because of his own awareness...or he's lost it. There's only one way to find out. ❞

With masculine digits, he deftly procures his own phone from the right pocket of his warm jacket. Although turquoise eyes maintain an unflagging gaze on it, he doesn't cease conversing with her. ❝ So, all I've got to do is use this thing to send him a text? ❞

#omgaoneko #isola threads #{ yup. i've got a feeling it will. }#{ after he's seen phone from different worlds..he can't help but wonder if there's something weird about the phones on the island. }

{ OF HEART ·}:

By the time he’s finished talking, Kairi finds herself at ease, knowing that coming to this place wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be. She wasn’t a stranger to being spirited away to places against her own will, something she grew wary of, so to have a familiar face already here, unharmed (and unchanged), was a comforting sight.

“Something wrong with Goofy’s smile? I think I speak on behalf of a lot of people when I say I quite enjoy it,” she teased right back, taking a step towards him so that their arms bumped. “We just don’t want your face to get stuck like that. Can’t help that we’re looking out for you, silly!”

“And me?” She inquires coyly, feigning ignorance for a brief moment. “I can’t help it! I pick it up from you two, after all.”

❝ Never said there was. It just doesn't suit me. ❞ A tepid shrug accompanies the forthright answer to her query. Although disinclined to acknowledge his earnest gratitude aloud, he's appreciative of the indefatigable loyalty and altruism possessed by the anthropomorphic canine. For such invaluable things have played significant roles in keeping alive a certain gallant friend of theirs.

With a cordial smile resting upon his visage, he briefly shakes his head from side to side. ❝ For as long as I can remember, you've both had wild imaginations. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised to hear they're making you worry about impossible things. ❞ Lifting a bare extremity, he playfully uses it to tousle her rufescent tresses. It's a brotherly gesture intended to maintain the lighthearted atmosphere.

❝ Be glad you're not a bad influence like we are. Speaking of SORA, have you seen him yet? ❞

#afaroffshore #isola threads #{ same here! ever since the end of the first game i've wanted them to have more scenes together. }#{ like it's pretty easy to get a feel for their friendship but still it's always great to learn more about friendships through scenes. }#{ buuuut that's why we've got fanfic & rp. }

{ OF IDENTITY ·}:

“Hmph.” The double crossed his arms, irritation crossing his features. How strange, to be standing outside here. It was way easier to get along with someone when you were in their head. Heart. Wherever.

“No, I mean,”

“Wherever I’m supposed to be, you shouldn’t.” Admitted concern crossed his features, if only for a moment, before he pulled his coat tighter around him. Lips pressed into a thin line for a moment, his brow furrowed. “Unless you went and died on me. Don’t tell me it was all for nothing.”

Appropriate or not, a diminutive smirk betraying the mirth that the other's hypothesizing has unintentionally generated forms upon his lips. ❝ Give me more credit than that. This isn't some afterlife. I'm ALIVE. ❞ Yet, it's an irrefutable point that's been raised. Revealed by ephemeral traces upon his countenance, his counterpart's worriment certainly isn't unfounded. Still, what exactly is he supposed to say when he's neither omnipotent nor cognizant of any information that might serve to dispel befuddlement? ❝ When you're unexpectedly taken to and trapped in another world, logic flies out of the window. ❞ It's a lackluster response as it doesn't contribute to the lessening of confusion, but it's all that he's able to provide at present. ❝ How do you feel? Does this place make you feel different in any way? ❞

#mentiors #isola threads #{ that's awesome. thank you for letting me know! ^.^ }#{ i hope that you're enjoying or enjoyed the game. }

open — a regular door! 🚪 (not any dark or light doors. just a door.)

nonverbal startersstatus ::: accepting!!!open hold the door open for them.

Unobtrusive yet discernible, a teasing smirk forms upon his lips. Even while demonstrating tenacity in holding the cafe's entrance door open for his amiable friend, he cannot refrain from quipping. ❝ C'mon, you're not planning on making me hold this door open forever are you? After you. ❞

#afaroffshore #{ a n s w e r e d }#{ yup let's take a tiiiiiny break from dark and light doors. }#{ thank you very much for sending this!! ^.^ }#isola things

yes - nodding their head in agreement.

nonverbal startersstatus ::: accepting!!!

Elevating a silvery brow to convey his mild bemusement, he poses two queries. ❝ So that all makes sense to you? None of it sounds STRANGE? ❞ Though, honestly, what meaning does normalcy even have nowadays?

#mentiors #{ a n s w e r e d }#isola things #{ thank you very much for sending this!! ^.^ }

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Send ☠️ to meet muses that I no longer playstatus ::: accepting!!!

EMMA SWAN from ONCE UPON A TIME

Although she's certainly no paragon of irreproachable rectitude - although she'd not devoid of inherent foibles that make her HUMAN, the conscientiousness within her prevents her from admitting aloud to having become separated from her progeny. What kind of a parent loses sight of their young one in an unfamiliar world? Only an utterly irresponsible one. Still, her maternal solicitude cannot be suppressed. So, without divulging too much, she enquires about the lost boy. ❝ You haven't seen a kid around here, have you? SHORT, loves FAIRY TALES, and can't resist ADVENTURING? ❞

#auricdirge #{ a n s w e r e d }#{ out of sight }#{ thank you very much for sending this!! ^.^ }

memetaped‌:

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.

stare stare them down.

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement.

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

#(( &ASK BOX THINGS. ))#(( &REBLOG KARMA. ))#{ aaand one ic meme. }#{ any memes will be done tomorrow at some point. }#{ i'm about to pass out right now from exhaustion. }

rpsourcedmemes

Send ☠️ to meet muses that I no longer play

The ghosts of muses past!

#(( &ASK BOX THINGS. ))#(( &REBLOG KARMA. ))#{ out of sight }

{ OF SUSPICION ·}:

“I make enough money being vague as shit, c’mon, I got a knack for this,” he lightly teases, mouth slanted. But he does concede the point, his expression smoothing into something he can control.

(if that, at least)

“I don’t know if they were real. I don’t wanna believe it….I dunno what they were. They’re gone now, back to whereever…hell? Back to their homes?”

Facetiously yet without the intent to affront, he lifts a platinum brow. ❝ Do you now? I never would've guessed you had your own business around here. ❞

❝ You don't want to believe it because there's a chance someone claiming to be YOU will show up? Or, maybe...someone already has. ❞ Perhaps it's presumptuous of him, but the deduction seems shrewd to him. ❝ Going from HELL to HOME seems like quite the leap in making assumptions. Still, you haven't seen any doppelgangers lately, right? ❞

#isola threads #baddestdangerboy #{ it'll be exactly like that one meme where someone is standing in front of a jumbled mess of theories on a board. XD }#{ or that one with the lady and the formulas. }

{ OF INSCRUTABILITY ·}:

“Hm. You’d be surprised how well such a specific person may blend in here, lost among the masses from other worlds. But, who knows… your connections always did manage.” A breathy dismissal of the topic, fading into the next. “… recently, the outskirts of the city dissipated, leaving more locations to traverse. The portion of the world we inhabited was part of something greater, but its population continues to fluctuate randomly. So I’m uncertain as to the reason of ‘why’ it opened up.”

Although genuinely curious about uncharted territory, he finds himself slightly nettled by the remark pertaining to his cherished allies. Or, perhaps it's simply the detached fashion in which they're referred to that vexes him. Not to mention, he cannot help but acknowledge an underlying possibility that he's swiftly discerned. ❝ FRIENDS always find a way. Is that what you're doing? BLENDING IN? ❞ Not that he actually expects a veracious response to that query. ❝ If what you say is true, something or someone might be out there. It's not some coincidence that people keep showing up here, and it can't be a coincidence that new areas appeared. Sitting around here won't do anyone any good. ❞

#lunadriven #isola threads

REPOST with what applies to your muse. don't reblog!

JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed-sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. mahogany wood, crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction

FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by Camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends

JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination,those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive

EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret

TAGGED BY: no one! discovered it while browsing tags since i love these kinds of things.

TAGGING: anyone & everyone who sees this and wants to go for it!

#(( &ABOUT THE MUSE. ))#(( &HEADCANONS. ))#{ bolded > italicized & bolded > italicized > nothing }#{ i usually fill these out that way. }

{ ??? ·}:

@canusvis

The discordant medley of arcade sounds and repetitive, tinny music of games calling out from the sheltered array of flashing machines had been enough to lure Masaki out of Winter’s cold bite and into the ( much cosier ) amusement haven. He can’t exactly recall when he’d last played any arcade games, but even at his age, a sense of giddy excitement buzzed along his spine. Almost as soon as he’d set foot inside, he knew immediately which game he wanted start with.

House of Corpses III; a two player, semi virtual shooting game. Only problem is, he was quite alone! Gaze panning around the room, another lone player was spotted and his hand raised into a wave to draw their attention.

❝Hey!❞

❝This one here’s a two player, want to team up?❞

Although he could certainly do without the incessant boisterousness of rollicking patrons, the arcade's infallible ability to bestow amusement - however fleeting - unto those plagued by ennui proves sufficient in alluring him. From engrossing games in which one is incentivized to speed to a distant finish line before virtual competitors do to those inherently designed to foster strategical thinking skills, a miscellany of opportunities to elude boredom conveniently surround him. Before the venturesome adolescent can select one, however, an unfamiliar voice belonging to a fellow gamer efficaciously attracts his attention.

After leisurely approaching the solitary individual, he briskly scrutinizes the game in question. While he's ne'er played it before, neither its premise nor the manner in which those intrigued are meant to engage are confounding. Turning his unfaltering gaze back to the reason behind his proximity to the game, he offers an unceremonious shrug. ❝ Sure. Why not? It's not like you'll have much of a chance playing it on your own. ❞ Removing his bare extremities from the sable pockets of his jacket, he promptly retrieves one of the idle blasters. ❝ Do you normally invite strangers to join you, though? ❞

#tenthousandarrows #isola threads #{ what an amusing thought that is though. riku playing his own game. }#{ i'm glad to have him in this type of an environment though. i've got all sorts of headcanons now. }#{ thank you for the starter! ^.^ }

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vroom vroom motherfcker

#█ ▌╳┆☽♞╓ (( voyager oғ тнe grey )) ╖♞☾ (( &SELF ))#(( &SILLINESS. ))#{ didn't know how much i needed to see something like this until i saw it. with all the key jokes it's perfect. }

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