light ● heart

say i'm the only one who can be brave.

[tsukk1chan]

♕ -- dark horse

TO | idiot from 301

FROM | none of your business

SUBJECT | shut up

(1/3) your music is loud, and obnoxious 

(2/3) the walls are not as thick as your head. turn it down.

(3/3) also katy perry is an awful artist.

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TO: JERK FROM: SORA

[TXT] maybe YOURE obnoxious! have u considered THAT!!!! [/TXT] [TXT] if not you should DEFINITELY [/TXT] [TXT] plus i dont like katy pery and i wasnt listenign to it i was trying to find this other song that u should listen to if uve got any taste.. [/TXT] [TXT] MEDIA.MP3 [/TXT] [TXT] great i know ;}}}} [/TXT]

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though it's taken some time and not everything is finished up, we've had so many kind words and so much help from members that i wanted to say thank you! even if it's already been put out there i couldn't be more grateful for such supportive understanding people and the mod team really appreciates your patience and encouragement... you're such phenomenal people and i hope that u all have a great day! everything should be up and running soon - your contributions are much appreciated!! 

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update!

though rooms/pages (our banner isn't even entirely updated, but better available than not - forgive us for the moment!!) aren't completely updated, in case you'd like to send anything to the masterlist our new URL is paradisal-parks. we're so sorry for any delays in regards to the inbox - so much has happened and we're working as quickly as possible! thank you again for all of your support and encouragement. everything should be up and running again within the next few days!

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please read!

in case anyone was wondering, the masterlist is not purposefully gone. someone's hacked/deleted the blog and we're working on getting it back up as soon as possible! we're terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but you're absolutely free to keep roleplaying and continuing your threads. this is inevitably disappointing, but we'll be back and stronger than ever! 

anyhow, if you could reblog this and let it circulate for other members to be in the know that would be greatly appreciated. if you have any questions feel free to find me on my personal twitter! (spoopysora) thanks for understanding and being a great participant in our group as a whole. we still have so much in store and this isn't anywhere near a big setback! 

[devouringlys]

{in fantasia} | sora

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It’s a testimony to her commitment to detail that Rize manages to affect a concerned expression - brows pulled together just tight enough to crease with the edges of her lips sauntering slowly downward - even as the beast within her center grumbles louder and louder still, agitated with the ease of sustenance so near. The scent of the blood pulsing beneath his skin tickles her nose and she covers her mouth, as though abashed. 

"I hope so," she says in a low voice that sounds like a confession, face angling toward the floor of the boat.

She looks up again at his next words, shoulders quaking ever so slightly as she shakes her head. "The workers have all been rather pleasant, actually. Well, as pleasant as anyone can be while insisting that you’re - ah -" she frowns, voice dropping low again, not out of the concern with she mimics but fury, "a prisoner here." She turns away as she speaks, hiding the fact that her eyes have adopted a rather unusual sheen - scleras darkening. Rize leans forward suddenly, a seemingly innocent shift in position, as something presses upon the boy’s shoulder - though her arms are both clearly within view.

She smiles quietly to herself and says in a tone, suddenly saccharine, "I’m afraid we won’t be finding love in here."

It's not the first time he's heard the word 'prisoner' in such a dire scenario - though the last use sounded significantly less plagued by whichever form of grief he has trouble identifying. And when she turns away, he's stricken by a grim reminder of what nearly tore his reality down the middle. (Perhaps he should be more concerned with what's about to shred him and turn his flesh to ribbons - but the past takes precedence. His mistake.)

And it seems he'll pay the fatal price. Just by his rules: meaning he won't go down so early on - not without a fight. 

"Love?" At first, he's wholly unsuspecting. Caught off guard by the odd topic, he turns bright red and his pupils dilate as she moves to get a better look at the girl through the darkness. "I wasn't - what're you talkin' about?" Currently, he's enveloped in swaying her away from these strange accusations, but that urge fades in the same instant something comes into contact with the shoulder opposite her. It's… not her arm, so what the--? 

Despite his pathetic lack of expertise in the romance department, he's not at all clueless when it comes to survival skills. All he can be sure of is that a slight shift to his left pushes him into the clutches of some ridiculous-looking tentacle thing connected to her that reminds him both parts of Ursula and Darkside. (It should go without saying that thinking back to the primary Heartless who almost singlehandedly wrecked havoc on his home makes all the blood rush to his head… which just might be all the better for her.) Adrenaline surges and his vision clears just in time for him to stumble back, getting to his feet in a feeble attempt to backpedal. 

Even if he can imagine worse behemoths, she's nothing like them. So he does all he knows how to: summons his keyblade, knees braced and battle-ready.

"I don't know what you are, but you'd better get that off'a me!"

[finalmix]

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Kill Me :)

He comes apart, a tricky spindle and a faltering top - and he’s been waiting long enough for the spinning to come to a halt. Because… well, constantly revolving around a point that has no end is pointless, and maybe all his innate optimism is, too. 

It’s too early for harsh decisions, but they won’t stop scraping out the walls of his head - the rapid regeneration still a vivid recollection - one he doubts ever plans on abandoning him. The way razor-edged teeth tore through his every wall as if he were even less than human (even less than a keyblade wielder, and even less than all he’d worked up to) hasn’t left him alone, much less faded completely. This evening, it’s a bit more of a graphic reminiscence than anything else. 

Fitting.

All things considered, the only thoughts he’s brimming with are equally so. 

Each mirage that forced him forward in the Haunted Escape is still very much a prevalent vision, but after a brief trip into The River Lethe… not so much else is. Having trouble recalling just what came before he was consumed by a ghoul and then reborn - before defeating a dragon with the boy behind the door to their room… is maddening. Where did he start off? 

Doesn’t he have someplace he should return to? Something he should be fighting for? 

Déjà vu is a quick shove off the edge; shards of glass he’s been toeing around for some time now that take this opportunity to stand and pierce his skin. The flow of adrenaline makes Komaeda’s identity near-indistinguishable. No longer is he an ally or a close friend, someone Sora wants to save and hold high above several other priorities. Rather, he’s an involved party to this disorienting mess. 

And he wants it to make sense - really, he does. He wants to understand where he’s supposed to be and who he’s supposed to be looking out for… why his cheeks ache when he tries to smile in a warm greeting and why it just doesn’t feel like it belongs. But he can’t, and it doesn’t ease onto his face after a few seconds. There is no time for an ‘I’m back’, no typicalities or conventional small talk. (Not that they’ve ever been simplified to that much, as Komaeda’s both stimulating and easy to talk to - that much, he’s fully capable of remembering.) 

When the door’s shut behind him, nothing stands between himself and his assigned roommate. No furniture, no movement - and silence blankets them in the fragmented seconds before signals of excruciating pain run up to his mind as if belated. Unable to process the idea that he isn’t really reliving the sensation of being consumed, the brunet succumbs to a quake of his shoulders and ducks his head. 

The 'k—' is a gnash of teeth and a subconscious warning. Apparently, not one that Komaeda registers.

“Please, don’t…” 

Please don’t kill me? Please don’t come any closer? Please don’t leave?

But he does come closer. Whether it’s motivated by confusion or a desire to understand further, Sora doesn’t know… but he doesn’t see his eccentric confidant. All he can see is black in surges of three, flashing and demeaning the Trinity. Teeth, bright red weapons, and water. Lots of water. 

Only when his palms have called the Keyblade does Sora come back from the episode, still plagued by a paroxysm of tremors. Just in time to hear the strained gasp from his friend’s lungs, the weapon shoved in one way and out another. 

All he can taste is bile, bitter in the back of his throat. "No— no,” comes the choked-out refusal of an unsparing truth. He can’t pull it out, can’t even think about moving as the other starts to go limp. Cold. 

It isn't something he can rip out like a band-aid. "I’m - I didn’t mean… It can’t be real, there’s no… It can’t…" 

"Y-you’ll come back, okay? And I’ll make it up to you!" 

They slide down and he keeps to his knees, hands shaking even now. "I’ll make it right — you have to believe me."

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nurse me pls

When they’ve finally made it out of the coliseum, only ‘Gods’ knowing how on earth they stumbled in, every one of his muscles is on fire. He’s aching, joints tight and neck knotted uncomfortably - of course, the other… who really didn’t belong there, might just have it harder than he does. Luckily enough, they make it a few steps out and run into a short pillar that seems to seat two. "C’mon, just a little further!" Encouraging the dark-haired other with brows furrowed in concern, he slumps an arm over his shoulders until they can get her down in one piece.

It’s not a great deal of damage, but their opponents (well, hers - he’s been trained to deal with the sort he went up against) were nothing to make light of. 

To put it simply, Lady Luck might’ve graced them with their lives. 

With a sense of urgency, he summons the Keyblade once more, casting the best form of Curaga he can with his magic partially diminished. Though it’s not enough for the both of them, he’ll recuperate sooner than she might - or so he assumes. While her wounds close up, he relinquishes the weapon and offers an ear to ear masterpiece of a smile.

Even with swollen cheeks, he’s an awful lot like sunshine. "You really had me worried for a minute there! Let’s stay outta that place next time."

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Amuse me!

He, of all people, is aware that this place has its side effects. Sure, he’s been reunited with his best friends and it wouldn’t be anywhere near so complicated had he avoided such a foreboding place - but it is what it is. He can’t take back what’s happened. All he’s capable of is setting it behind him, and putting forth the most of his efforts toward improvement and recovery. Not everyone is enduring the same scenarios, though, and when Seven looks even more distant than usual (a feat in itself, he’s assuming), he decides that it’ll take more than just strawberry cake to fix it. 

Maybe it’s none of his business, but those kind of thoughts just aren’t the first in Sora’s head. Rather, he thinks of the makeshift karaoke area and the miniature stage by a few vendors near their first encounter.

Dragging her there (and using persuasion) is no easy task. 

In fact, he’s literally dragging the pale girl by her wrist. But she complies just enough, and he’s grateful because there aren’t too many guarantees when it comes to her. She’s seated just in time for him to take the tall microphone into one free palm and go through the motions of ‘Staying Alive’. Even if he can see the regret etched into her features halfway through, it subsides. 

Bolting to the bench she’s glued to (in embarrassment, maybe), he offers a clumsy smile and a tilt of his head. "Great, huh? Dedicated t’you! So… cheer up, okay? We’ll figure things out soon!"

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“Amuse Me”~

Needless to say, he’s not exactly comfortable around the other (body svelte and inked on nearly every inch, eyes an inevitable reminder of his ‘regenerating’ and terrific trauma). Forgiving and lighthearted nature aside, the sinking feeling - all too literal for his liking - has lingering teeth in thin flesh that might just be a second skin. Whether he’s evolved or it’s some illusion to further his sense of self-preservation and ability to follow up, he can’t tell. All he knows for certain is that this guy hasn’t given any particular reasons to have qualms about him.

And maybe he isn’t down in the dumps, but Sora’s never seen him cheerful, either. Surely, in an amusement park like this, everyone deserves a little enthusiasm. 

(To anyone that’s known him well enough, this can’t be a surprise.) 

A man on a mission, he doesn’t finish the craft with ease - it takes time. And no doubt, a great deal of thought; the wielder might be creative, but his artistic skills are lackluster at best. At the time, his ideas are justified — when the thick layer of papier-mâché is done, sink and trashcan an absolute mess, Sora’s proud. 

So he presents it with a smile, arms extended and pale mask flashing white under the sun. It’s expression is… well, strange to say the least: eyes cross-eyed and smile a cross between The Joker and The Cheshire Cat (only one of them, he’s already met). "Hey, Uta! I doubt you need any more’a these, but… who knows, right?" 

[askboxmemes]

Even More Drabbles

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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"What ever do you mean I've always got this fan on me... It's just in case you need some help. Get it? 'Cause... I'm smokin'..."

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"I'm Axel and I'm just gonna set everything on fire, also I'm gonna say tons of confusing stuff! Burn baby!"

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"How'd I know what the other b-ball team would do? Oh, y'know-- ladies' intuition!"

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[ text ] if the best thing you can say about them is “they probably wont kill me” you may want to rethink hanging out with them

[TXT] well... theres gotta be some other nice stuff i can say! [/TXT][TXT] its not all bad.. it could be worse?? i dunno.. [/TXT]

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"Hooo boy, I'm so dirty! Better not tell anyone about it. Maybe I was in the mud." 

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❧ aggressively memes in 20 minutes lets do this

"I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way!"