and one day, when you’re tired of plodding forward, you’ll whisper : ❝ IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO TURN OUT LIKE THIS. ❞
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and one day, when you’re tired of plodding forward, you’ll whisper : ❝ IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO TURN OUT LIKE THIS. ❞
the seven keyblade weenies of light.
why have i been so quiet on here, do you ask? mostly because work has been kicking my ass...but also because i might be making my 9s blog into a multi. 👀
i know there is some weird bias against multis for whatever reason in the rpc, but uhhh i have a fair few muses plucking at my attention now. and if i try to juggle five blogs they will all die. guaranteed. so, multi it is i suppose?
muses i’m toying with: 9s (nier:automata, obviously he’s not leaving), noctis lucis caelum (ffxv, an old muse of mine that i bitch slapped awake again), haku (spirited away, because we love a dragon boi), and jareth, the goblin king (labyrinth...because i am trash for labyrinth oKAY???)
@lepussolum ( starter call . accepting . )
battle wrought instincts flicker at the sight of a man ( monster ? — man , the fallen hero reprimands himself ) ; once , he prostrated himself before him & once , he begged him . anger should come easily , yet his hands remain free of the kingdom key & while there’s wariness , there’s no accusation , no overt distrust , “ oh , so you did come back ? cool ! one less baddie for me to deal with , hehe . ”
𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 ━ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 ━ confined a solitary figure, lost within his work ⦓ his mission ⦔. Towers of bound parchment and ink climbed the drafty chamber like a makeshift prison of literature. Imposing their knowledge upon all who entered, the novels near whispered temptation to answers not yet sought within their weathered pages. Under any other circumstance, such ambiance would be welcomed to such a bibliophile. Yet behind the resilient stone walls of the castle within Radiant Garden, SANCTUARY could not be found between pages and paragraphs. A sort of habit ━ or test, if you will ━ to see how long one can last on the living grounds of NIGHTMARES. For her sake, to find her. A mantra ⦓ which convinced not even himself ⦔ played like a broken record among scattered thoughts. Reality: this was an examination of his heart. Perhaps the budding apprentice lingered on. . .?
Lazy afternoons~
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...ngl it’s taking a lot of self-control to not waste my night making more icons of young saix from young isa. just...just appreciate this pls because i am so heckin’ proud:
@gravitasfatum ━ starter.
𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 ━ time cast aside meaning within this VOID. That vast expanse of nothingness ━ one could no longer discern a moment from the steady march of year. All that remained constant was the numbness which settled in veins like pitch black tar ━ sluggish and stagnant. Paralysis weighed on both body and soul to fixate all that remained in place: a S H E L L. Hollowed out, the husk served as little more than a reminder to what was and what came to be. Neither painful, nor deserved of mourning for such emotions were beyond reach now. AGONY demanded a heart to strangle, SORROW could not dim a light which had already been extinguished.
Thus he remained empty. A discarded shell. A MEANINGLESS existence . . .
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☽ ━ 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝. ━ ☾
Word Prompts: Drabbles & Headcanons ━ closed. ☽ ━ Anonymous: ❝ Fury ❞
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 whose noble intentions were foolishly executed to result in the monster he had now succumbed to. Again. Again, the voice echoed across those vacant chambers with each collapse of his fragile frame ⦓ crumpled like a lifeless DOLL⦔. Pain drew spasms through his muscles ━ a twitching heap of flesh and bone upon the white tiled floor. Sweat mingled with fresh crimson in a smear across ashen skin to massacre the youth’s flawless features. BLOOD seeped into his eyes to obscure already impaired vision in a wash of scarlet. The wound upon his forehead remained achingly fresh, hardly given the chance to heal before simply being torn apart once more. No potion would be spared for his sake, not a shred of MERCY shown for the intent was to scar.
❝Again, Number Seven. ❞
Under-appreciated ReMind moment: Saïx realizing Xion is responding to Roxas and Axel’s names and then deliberately saying them back-to-back to try to get her to remember herself
WHEN I CALL MYSELF A SHELL, I MEAN : // a used up bullet casing // the aftermath of something lethal // an echo of inflicted evil
Word Prompts: Drabbles & Headcanons ━ closed. ☽ ━ Anonymous: ❝ Snacks ❞
Despite his rather bitter exterior, Isa actually has quite the SWEET TOOTH. While in his youth, he would often patronize the popular ice cream stand of Radiant Garden which sold the local favorite: sea salt ice cream. If a popsicle wasn’t in hand, his craving for sugar would show no bias in treat of choice. Admittedly, he often would overindulge when his parents were away on business trips and he was left to his own devices. Still, he never grew wearisome of sugar and even had a go testing a few recipes of his own to appease his appetite. Cookies, candy, or other SACCHARINE confections have always been his preferred snack and continue to be even as an adult ━ though he is far less open to admit to the addiction. Still, place a slice of cake before him and the Diviner cannot help but perk up like a child once more. The only exception to this is his morning coffee: always black.
@fabulumn (feat. verona) ━ ☾
𝙰 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 ━ all for the entertainment of none but their own accompaniment. No prying eyes bore witness to the UNION of two souls birthed from vastly divergent realms. Between them mutual ground blossomed a fruitful relationship that no mere collection of words could bring justice unto. No, a foundation of parchment and finely inked notes to hold their SONG, given life through hand and talon could not ⦓ should not ⦔ be defined beyond simply what was: a harmony, bittersweet and strange ━ foreign, yet somehow all too familiar. Though TRUTH remained unspoken, an undeniable communion could still be found in that silent understanding illuminated only by the sweet trills of ebony and ivory. Time would weather walls, set barriers to crumble as it inevitably devours all. A day would come where all would be laid bare, vulnerable to each other’s gaze. For now, what endured was only this: an unexpected BALANCE between the facile and extraordinary.
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