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𝑅𝐼𝐾𝑈 ✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

a keyblade master with a strong heart

made a lot of mistakes in the past, but he’s trying his hardest to make up for them

its said that he has an overwhelming light resting within him - so strong that other wielders have been attracted to his presence like a guiding star

had one of the most embarrassing emo phases to ever exist

“i guess you could say... i’m the biggest nobody of them all” (guitar riff)

might not be human anymore but that’s up to debate. he’s not really sure himself

loyalty knows ZERO bounds; he’d do anything to protect those he cherishes, even if it comes at the cost of his own life

puts way too much trust in an anthropomorphic mouse when he should be putting trust in a THERAPIST

loads of unresolved trauma and abandonment issues but things just keep happening all the time

not the riku that had bugs in him, that’s a different one

#isola follow #✧ * ┊ ⁭ reference #hi i love my boy!!!!!!!!!

levitersora:

Every day was a new adventure. Adventures that he would want to try and remember to tell his friends once he got back to his own world. Even though it seemed impossible; despite what Chirithy claim to not be able to go back to his own world, that wouldn’t have stop Sora from trying. Leaving this place would mean going back to… well, whatever world that was. Or was that world a dream and he would end up back in the Final World? In the end, he physically wouldn’t be able to reach his friends until Sora found a way out of there. For now, being surrounded by the new friends he made here was good enough to keep Sora’s heart from thinking the worst. Optimism hardly dies within him, and he certainly wasn’t going to let it die out now.

Sora wanted to always keep himself busy, to try and avoid long naps that would seem like weeks of sleeping in. To find anyone in need of help, or a talk, or even just a bit if entertainment because someone didn’t want to go into the beauty store with their mom. That’s what it seem to lead to today. The young boy had a small ball and decides to bet with the boy on how many times he could bounce it over his body before it hits the floor.

The two had space for it and kept going at it, rematch after rematch until the boy’s mother came out to thank Sora for watching him. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh before the two rest their fist against one another. “Next time we meet, I won’t go easy on you. You bet I’ll be practicing until I go up to one hundred!” The boy retorts back with how he would make it to a thousand before they wave goodbye to one another.

Then a voice reaches for him. A voice he could recognize no matter what. The smile fades for a moment before turning back to look at the crowd, sky blue eyes in search of the face that would match the voice. He hoped in his heart that it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, that this city wasn’t here to mess with his memories, or bring them to life. He very much hope that it was the real thing.

Going with the crowd, Sora would jump up for a moment to see a familiar, silver hair boy making his way towards his direction. ‘Is it really…?’ Quicker then he ever thought, Sora moves quicker with the crowd until he was one hundred percent certain of who was here. He was here.

“R…Riku! You’re here… like, here here!?” The baffled expression quickly turn to one of pure joy, unable to contain himself, he flung himself to his friend to give him one of the biggest hugs he had ever given. It had been years. Years. There were too many emotions that would swell in the Keyblade wielder that he didn’t even know where to start. “What are you doing here? Is it just you that’s here? What about Kairi and the others? Is everyone safe? The worlds hadn’t fallen into darkness have they?”

… “I miss you and everyone so much!”

Riku can’t help the soft laugh of relief that escapes him as Sora barrels into him, and hesitantly wraps his arms around Sora in return. There’s a brief moment of respite as he forgets just what had happened before his arrival in this world, and he’s just... relieved. Sora’s tangible, at least, and so is Riku; and he’s all-too-aware of both of their heartbeats in this moment, proving that they’re them, and they’re... alive.

Against all odds.

He remembers almost too vividly what it felt like to have the darkness corrode his skin in his final moments, tearing his form apart and sojourning his heart from his spirit and body. So... being here, being in the same place as Sora...

“... I’m... yeah, I’m here.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, taking in Sora’s questions and... trying to make sense of them all. Just what did Sora mean? Did he not... remember what had happened? Riku had full trust in Sora to save the hearts of those who had died on the battlefield. He knew that he could do it. But it hadn’t happened yet⁠— and now they’re here, in some strange twist of fate. Was there something that Riku wasn’t remembering?

“You miss us?” He leans back to get a better view of Sora’s face, the corners of his mouth turning in a small smile, though he looks confused all the same. “I, uh... well⁠—” He reaches a hand up to the back of his head, combing his fingers through his hair in an idle, uncertain motion.

“S... Sora, what do you remember happening last? How long have you been here?”

#yells loudly #✧ SORA: 001 #levitersora

im getting my ass kicked by work but hopefully tomorrow i’ll have some time to kick out some more starters

reminder ive got a starter call here if anyones interested! goodnight nyall

#✧ * ┊ ⁭ out of character #im sleepy as hell

aloe & basil !

botanical headcanons — accepting !

ALOE. how does your muse handle grief?

grief is a difficult hand to hold, and riku's relationship with the concept has been rocky at best throughout his life ( and especially in recent years ). once upon a time, he would lash out, ruled by the stage of anger and blinded by the hurt he felt. his heart was so easy to consume, despite the light laying dormant within him; and he would embrace it, take the darkness for his own and let it wash over him like a crashing wave.

grief, though once something that enveloped him in a passionate, angry flame, eventually became something that took hold in silence. he's gone through too much to hold this anger outside of his heart, and he's grown from his temperamental, emotionally charged ways of the past.

grief has become an ever-present wanderer on the road that he walks, and every so often the two of them meet pace with each other. he's become used to it. accepting, even.

in short? riku's become a little bit too used to the presence of grief in his life for it to be normal. his heart has learned to bear the weight, however, holding such strength that riku can still accept the harsh reality of things.

well, sometimes.

BASIL. does your muse have a love-hate relationship with anyone or anything?

— past abuse / manipulation tw in this one.

the easy, most prominent answer to this would be a short one: the darkness residing within him.

having become something he carries with pride, riku has learned to love and embrace the darkness while retaining an ever-present control over it, not letting himself get manipulated or hurt by it again.

there does remain, however, a deep-set longing to be rid of the past in its entirety, become his own person, and walk toward the light. he is content where he is, wielding dark and light as equals; but he would be remiss to say that sometimes, on his lower days, he doesn't despise the darkness and what it did to him and those he loves.

perhaps stemming from the hurt he suffered at their hands and their association with the more evil, rancid parts of the darkness, riku also holds a strange feeling in his heart for a.nsem, seeker of darkness, and the queen m.aleficent.

ultimately, he despises them for their wrongdoings. he despises them for what they did to him. they make him ill, and thoughts of the hurt that they instilled upon him hold potential to unearth a deep, hidden anger that he's buried beneath his growth.

however, in a sense, he... has almost developed some kind of care for them. not in such a way that he would ever forgive them, and he would never accept them back into his life. but something within him desires to see them move past the hurt they cause others, and in some kind of twisted way, he knows he'd miss them if they're gone.

#abuse tw ( past )#manipulation tw ( past )#✧ * ┊ ⁭ meme day #✧ * ┊ ⁭ answered #✧ * ┊ ⁭ headcanons #second one is very strongly based off the single line in kh3 where he says he thinks he might miss ansem sod before he dies #it felt so wild at first but reading into it more i realized its really interesting narratively in terms of displaying a victim's empathy #and so i have Latched Onto It

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❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡

abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?

aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?

anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?

angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?

apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?

bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?

basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?

belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?

chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?

daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?

edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?

fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?

forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?

gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?

gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?

heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?

holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?

hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?

hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?

hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?

ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?

lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?

lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?

magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .

marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?

mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .

oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .

peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?

rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?

sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?

salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?

snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?

southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?

sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?

tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?

violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?

zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

#✧ * ┊ ⁭ meme day

windchime for your muse

#✧ * ┊ ⁭ meme day

The first time that Riku spots someone slightly reminiscent of Sora peeking from a crowd, there and gone again, he’s convinced he’d imagined it. Every time he loses Sora at any point in his life he swears he can sense his presence where it isn’t remotely near, and this time is no exception to the last.

It’s almost haunting just how strongly his intuition screams at him to just look for his friend, however. There’s something in their connection that pushes and pulls, tugging at... well, tugging at his heart. And this confuses him in a way that it never has before. Normally, he wouldn’t be so quick to question it — there were extenuating circumstances, some of the inhuman and dream-eating kind, that made it possible for him to literally sense his presence before — but...

In no uncertain terms, Riku had left the world so that Sora could continue on.

... So he has to be imagining this.

The idle way Riku’s gone about his life in the past couple of days has been nothing if not uneventful, despite the wide expanse of a new world ⁠— one he’s unable to leave, no less ⁠— stretching out before him. He thinks it’s fine, really, it’s a change of pace and he may be restless, he may be plagued with anxieties and uncertainties and worries, but... it’s... okay. These thoughts pitter through his mind as he weaves through a crowd, almost trapped in his own mind, resigned to his emotions and ⁠—

The tension building in his mind as his thoughts continue breaks unceremoniously in an all too sudden SNAP and Riku’s head swivels to find the source of what broke him from his thoughts. And as if compelled, he’s pushing through the crowd back the way he came, apologizing profusely to passersby but barely paying attention to his own steps, because... that was Sora’s voice, wasn’t it? He wasn’t talking to Riku, but the sound was too familiar, too easy to pinpoint in a crowd, the lilting playfulness and underlying excitement all too familiar to him.

“Sora ⁠— !!”

Gods be damned if this was a mirage, but Riku’s voice carries over the crowd regardless.

@levitersora

#smiles ............ hi kathy #sorry again for my canon point again but you knew that already-#jklFJDSLKAFJD #levitersora #✧ SORA: 001

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It’s a deadly combination to want love and to want to save others. You’ll find yourself surrounded by exploding stars, supernovas creating black holes. If you survive, you’ll be the only light that escaped.

@thewinksofgod (via horatiojandrean)

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