╰ 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍.

  —  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 to protect what matters.  

[oadawn]

the way i’ve been so tired these days i haven’t wrote a single thing for riku yet. i’ll do it. i swear ...

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

[oadawn]

PHEW

thank you everyone for already supporting my return i feel like it’s been ages...i have so many headcanons in mind and i’m just READY to write it all down, but be patient with me!! i work full time so i wont be able to be here 24/7. i’ll get my rules up as soon as i can!!

[oalight]

♡   lyra   here   with   my   rekindled   ( ? )   and   revamped   sora   from   kingdom   hearts   !   post   kh3   re:mind   and   headcanon   based   so   i’m   riddled   with   spoilers   !   if you’re   interested   in   interacting   with   my   sunshine   boy   give   this   a     ❤     or     ↺   ! 

[oadawn]

♡   nova here with my hopefully new and improved revamped riku from kingdom hearts !   post kh3 re:mind and headcanon based so beware of spoilers !  if you’re interested in interacting with my soft baby boy give this a ❤ or ↺  !

[oadawn]

strap in gamer boys it’s time for a meta? headcanons? for dream eater riku, honestly they really did absolutely nothing with the fact that riku is a dream eater, and it makes me mad and that’s why i’m changing it and diving into this with my own thoughts; it’s kinda long and it probably doesn’t make a lot of sense but i rewatched DDD and read about dream eaters more than i needed to.

dream eater riku is important to me and that’s all i can say. i’m passionate about it.

Keep reading

[oadawn]

“ sora. ”

AND THEN, he is g o n e. like the ever so strong tides meeting their demise.

[oalight]

every move he makes is as gentle as can be, tanned cheeks cupped in both hands, a soft smile on pale lips as he takes in the beautiful little slice of heaven before him; right before he tilts the others face up towards him, enough to press a kiss to the tip of sora's nose, his forehead, his chin, and then ends it with a light peck to his lips. he just /loves/ sora, that's all.

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 ♡ /  /  @bravecharms​

      EVERLONG sunset. crimson, gold, aurelian rays of warmth and longevity. much like a heavenly abode called home, though all the better. sora could spend eternity within such a utopia, live off of decadent fruit-like beads of luminosity, drink from fountains of lambency embellished aqua. all the more, however, a lovesick boy finds all he could ever require, ever long for, is right in front of him. for riku was evergreen, far more than the leaves growing from branches, it’s sickly pollen tickling his nose, he was warm, far more than eventide closing around them, for he was welcoming ; because riku was home.

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.♡

     &nbspdancing upon utopian clouds, letting sun seep into skin already kissed, a sky-led youth’s heart fills with joy as he’s held up a little higher,    ( of course sora wanted to see the horizon past the trees, and who was riku to say no ? )    and sora is on top of the world, quite literally, tanned arms wrapped around a paler being than his own though all the more mellow. together, the two watch the sunset like that, watch greenery fade into black, no longer lit up by heavenly rays & the goddess herself ; watched the sky dim with celestial goodness & flourish into something greater. & just like that, the golden wood was two boys empty.

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.♡

      for sora yearned to see what snowgleam wood looked like too, felt like. little did he know that the frozen landscape would sting to touch even in ones dreams, would redden ones cheeks & make raspy, tired breaths color in the bluntest of whites. warmth dances on ones skin, and that warmth is riku, touch ever so gentle against a sun-kissed boy as he holds onto him, ensures sora’s clumsy self doesn’t end up against that illuminated sheet of ice once more. that’s where they share their first kiss of the night, against a glacial sheet, laced within laughter & everlong promises of love, of adoration. it was so cold.

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.♡

      laying against cerulean dreams & honey pollen, one’s own celestial view merges with views above as they lay in the moonlight wood. lost. he could truly get lost here. forever holding onto his piece of the universe that was so unique, so heavenly, so intoxicating— and oops. carried away, yet again.       with a squeeze to interlocked extremities, a thumb strokes the back of pale hand, ever gentle & though the action was oh-so sweet, a hollow feeling of loss fills his chest, knowing what would come next as the boy beside him cradles his face, presses those kisses against a facade that welcomed them whole heartedly. for it was never going to last, never going to satisfy him in a world where one was so devoid of company, devoid of the one person you want the most, if any.       crystalline & lucid, sora just manages to brush a tear off of his cheek, and a laugh, ever so dulcet, escapes past a throat that’s fogged with melancholic sadness.

      a grip tightens around another, his heart hammers against the confinements of ones chest, but it’s not enough, it’s never enough. illuminating around one like azure fireflies, riku shatters heavenly, each piece of his essence slowly depleting in opacity until there’s nothing but an empty palm enclosed around nothing.

‘ there’s a high price to pay for wielding such power foolishly. ’

      alone. oh how sora now loathes the term. though it’s permanent, and his body is cold and he’s no longer home. sunsets are rigid. ice is cold. pollen is sickly. sora just loves riku. that’s all.

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐨❟ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨❟ 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 ; & 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞❟ 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠❟ 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.♡

[oalight]

♡   “  HE ‘ S  always  picking  up  the  slack  for  me . ” ♡   “  it ‘ s  pretty  hard  not  to  smile  around  HIM .   ”

                                        (     PRESS  △   TO SORA  !     )                     /   ♡   &   ↺   !   /   SORA   &  RIKU from the kingdom hearts series .                                                 as adored by lyra   &   nova .

[damostnotdalessa]

passionately kissing in the dark in total silence is a fucking mood

[oalight]

♡ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 … 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 .​

lyra here with   (   a messy, lazy promo ｡^‿^｡  )   my revamped & revived SORA from the KINGDOM HEARTS series ! it would mean a lot if ya’ hit that ♡ and ↺ ‘d this post if you’re interested in interacting with my favorite sunshine boy ! ⋆  ——  post KH3  -  selective  &  primarly headcanon based !

[oadawn]

002. kiss their cheek .

he’s not blushing, you are. // @islelight

HE DIDN’T HAVE TO go through all that trouble just to find her the perfect gift ( it really had taken up his entire day…traveling from world to world…all for something that screamed ‘ kairi ‘ ), but, just who would he have been if he didn’t put in the extra effort just to place a smile on her face? one that he so surely missed, more than he could have said through words alone? he wouldn’t have been the person he had worked so hard to be. that thought alone had been enough to send him traversing..almost the entirety of his knowledge of worlds just to find her the most appropriate ‘ kairi ‘ gift he possibly could find.

absolutely nothing.

all of it had been too generic, too flashy…too, nothing like the girl that had warmed up his heart just enough to sneak right into it ; much like sora had so long ago, two of the brightest lights he had ever seen, lighting up every path that he’d take just to remind him to come home again. that alone, had been enough to earn her an appreciation gift much better than anything he could find in markets. at least, in the places that he had decided to search. 

and…that’s exactly what he did.

a handmade beaded bracelet tucked snugly into two nervous hands ( remnants of the entire night that he had decided to skip sleeping, frustrated noises with his head bent over a table just to get those tiny beads on a piece of string ), hidden behind his back, his cheeks slightly reddened to match his nervous attempt at giving his best friend a gift that…she really hadn’t expected to receive. if it hadn’t been too late to turn back around, only to make a fool of himself in the process…maybe, he would have taken it in a heartbeat. 

“ i know there’s no real reason to be giving you gifts, kairi…but, i thought you might like this. ”

the deep breath he had to inhale helped swallow down his embarrassment, just enough to reach for her hand and lift it up ; his other hand clasping the bracelet securely on it. a little more proud of his creation than he should have been…he did work rather hard just to get the pattern exactly how he had envisioned it in his mind. pale yellows and pinks, reminding him of her and that very fruit that would have kept them all together. 

“ it suits you. ”

it’s the weak attempt at keeping the mood light, and the attention away from his demeanor. despite it all, she always managed to increase it by tenfold. if not by light teasing, it was by the soft kiss pressed against a pale cheek that followed after his words. 

he’d never get used to having such a bright ray of sun, one that he could call his best friend.

[oadawn]

' i guess i'm more afraid of the dark than i used to be. '

i’m here, there’s no need to be afraid anymore. // @heartslight

HE’S USED TO THE FEELING OF FEAR, the feeling of never really knowing just who he was. where he was, even what he was. all of the bottled up feelings, long lost friends that he would have loved to lose for just a second more..he never asked for much, did he? he always knew what he deserved, and that was less than what his closest friends would be content with. less than what he would have been content with, under the circumstances that he could wish for more…and, what he got just so happened to be more than he deserved.

stay strong, riku.

the fear began to settle in when he least expected it. his biggest fear, perhaps more than he could possibly bare ; would be to watch the one he had vowed to protect vanish right before his very eyes. every single night, and, that’s the exact fate that he had been met with. if he could have prevented his eyes from slipping shut every night, his mind struggling to fight it while his body gave in to the urge to sleep..or, his heart, as he would have been so inclined to believe…he would have very well never slept again. to save himself from the burning sensation that prickled at the corners of his eyes every time those fingers slipped through his, and he was awoken once more at the crack of dawn.

but, it was what his heart wanted…wasn’t it?

and, who was he to stop the very thing he had been so proud of doing? who was he to keep the other waiting?

it’s the only comfort he can run through his conscious to keep himself from fighting the urge to wake up ; allowing his feet to move, more like, forcing them to move, to bring him closer to the silhouette awaiting him on that very branch that he thought up every night. without fail. just to meet with the other boy. just to see his face, to hear his voice once more. a pattern of never-ending guilt, despair…pure bliss. it was all he had. all he could hold onto in fear of never being able to think of even his name if he didn’t allow the boy to invade his dreams.

’ i guess i’m more afraid of the dark than i used to be. ’

only after he’s leaning against the branch is when he finally hears it, the words that cause a lump to form right in his very throat ; if he swallowed back any signs of deep sadness, maybe a few words would come out in its place. ones of comfort. ones that he surely needed to hear, from him, especially.

“ don’t be.”

every ounce of his own strength to fight back his own fears is given. a hand balling into his fist at his side, in what he hoped to be hidden out of view ; his other reaching out to point right at sora’s heart, his weakest attempt at offering a comforting smile..he tried. it had been his fault, to begin with. to allow his mind to think them into a state of night, as if his very own sadness had manifested them a place in hopes that sora could see just how he felt. he’d always been selfish…even more so in his desperate attempt to keep his best friend beside him, even if his dream had placed their meeting in such a terrible state.

“ i’m always right here, even when you can’t see me.  ” 

its such a foolish act for him to reach for sora’s hand, to tighten his hold on it ; knowing just what would happen in mere seconds. if only he cared enough to stop himself. if he remembered it all correctly, ( how could he not… when it happened every single time. ) those fingers would slip out of his own only moments after reaching for it, but, he needed to feel the contact. he couldn’t allow himself to wake up knowing he had missed his chance to have his best friend close to him.

“ i really have become the sap, haven’t i? ”

just how long could he keep his dream afloat for…?

[musingmeme-blog]

touch meme . send one to do to my muse .

001.   grab their hand .

002.   kiss their cheek .

003.   give massage .

004.   kiss hand .

005.   high five .

006.   cuddle .

007.   cry on . 

008.   shoulder hug .

009.   bear hug .

010.   kiss them .

011.   pinkie promise .

012.   piggy back ride . 

013.  give them food . 

014.   from behind hug . 

015.   fist bump .

[oadawn]

strap in gamer boys it’s time for a meta? headcanons? for dream eater riku, honestly they really did absolutely nothing with the fact that riku is a dream eater, and it makes me mad and that’s why i’m changing it and diving into this with my own thoughts; it’s kinda long and it probably doesn’t make a lot of sense but i rewatched DDD and read about dream eaters more than i needed to.

dream eater riku is important to me and that’s all i can say. i’m passionate about it.

RIKU HAS PINK EYES. as much as i love his green eyes, and i’m still always going to write him with green eyes until further notice ; as a dream eater he has specks of pink in them and that’s just the way it has to be. it’s only a more vibrant pink when he’s actually utilizing the abilities that come with the role. such as, eating nightmares, using his link with sora..etc. y’all know how it is.

AND, despite how we never see riku with the dream eater symbol on his back anymore post-DDD, it’s still there. you can think of it, at least for how i’m putting it into my portrayal, scarred onto his back. it’s not something that just went away, it’s just permanently engraved into his back like a faded tattoo ; only becoming more prominent when he’s using the abilities he gained after officially becoming one. dare i say it even glows when he’s fusing with other spirits...perhaps i will. perhaps i’m also saying it glows when he’s inside of dreams, using his link style, eating nightmares..we get it nova, it glows when he’s using his dream eater powers just like his vibrant pink eyes come out shut up already.

i don’t want to say riku’s blood has a blueish tint to it, but when i look at dream eaters in general..they look like they have blue blood. so that’s that.

with that being said, he’s an extremely calming presence to be around now that he has that little extra flair to his character. problems sleeping? lay next to riku and he’s going to make your restless night a peaceful one with the recommended hours of sleep, he’s your new sleep therapist pals. he can put anyone to sleep, besides himself. he’s probably wide awake, because he has trauma, but seeing anyone falling asleep next to him just because his presence alone is enough to make them feel comforted and safe is literally all he needs. he’d rather never sleep if it means he can keep everyone content and safe.

WHICH BRINGS US TO, riku actually, genuinely eating nightmares. it’s not something that anyone is ever going to physically see him do. it actually embarrasses him, just the idea of it and the way he probably looks doing it, like a rabid animal. it’s definitely not something he wants to be caught in the act of. his eyes will turn a vibrant pink, the remnants of darkness splattered across his face, tear stained cheeks and sunken in eyes at the sleepless nights it’s actually a fairly ugly sight, who honestly wants to see someone with bright pink eyes and darkness dripping from their mouths? yikes.

now, in terms of who he can actually do all of this with..it narrows down to sora and his heart squad, solely because of the fact that he’s literally sora’s dream eater and their connection to sora, as well as basically being parts of sora themselves...i think the idea is pretty self explanatory. he can be called to roxas and xion just as much as he can be called to sora, too. he can enter their dreams just as much as he can enter soras, and he can link with them, and of course you don’t have to follow these if you write with me!! these are strictly for the people i actually plotted it out with unless you want to talk to me about it ofc...

when it comes to the link system & the style in which riku can fight, fuse with spirits, and defeat the nightmares that sora/roxas/xion have, the fact that most of his techniques are dark make me think it has something to do with the nightmares themselves. he’s immune to the darkness since he’s already spent so much time inside of it. he can utilize their darkness to fight back without feeling the after effects of doing so ; which explains why he has darkness oozing from him when he rids them of their nightmares, but feels absolutely nothing from it except fatigue, and a deep sense of melancholy. otherwise, his light still overshadows it without a doubt, not that he doesn’t always fight with darker techniques, but in a dream eater sense it makes more sense for him to take in the darkness from the nightmares to get rid of them ( yes i like to make him suffer... ).

riku can barely ever get a good nights rest. it’s much more important for him to be there for people and he has somewhat of a guilt ridden conscience to do so. he thinks they deserve it, he thinks he deserves to see the nightmares. only he deserves to deal with all the pain that follows. he believes he deserves the sleepless nights, the suffering, leaving their dreams with a tear streaked face and darkness covering him because he’s hurt all of them before ; it’s self destructive in a way, but he feels the need to do it to pay back for everything he’s caused, he’s already encountered himself in their nightmares more times than he can count, and he knows despite the protest that this is the fate that he’s earned for himself.

and, not to be that person, but after analyzing that secret ending and how i personally think sora is stuck in the reapers game and since sora is “dead” or so we’re supposed to think, riku is also “dead” and possibly stuck in the exact same game. he’s sora’s dream eater we been knew he’d die with sora and here we are. but i’m not going to put this into any of my threads or anything because i can’t really say whats going on from a small little secret ending clip, that’s just what i think!!

[lightdive]

“ could you stay a little longer... please? “ hi meghan im bored gimme some good Food

  ↳  ➤➤     @bravecharms   ||   magnetic  ;;  before the wind blows it all away.   ||   continuation of.(  i wrote this w a sleep playlist on spotify playing so idk for ultimate enjoyment?  )

sparkling rays of morning have long since passed   &   birds quieted their songs hours ago   (  he thinks he might’ve half woken up to it… though it wasn’t much longer before he fell into sleep again  ).   afternoon sunlight begins streaming into the room   &   he has been awake, only barely so,   &   no words have yet to leave him. the only indication he has returned to the realm of waking is that his eyes were open, albeit even then they’re mostly hidden   &   refusing to look up at dawn child, despite body near curling into   &   facing his. head isn’t quite resting on his shoulder, though honeyed tresses are absolutely tickling   &   brushing against his neck.

how can he?  when surely riku’s night was anything far from peaceful,   &   all surely because of the ghosts he bears. no faraway memories of ventus, nor vanitas, nor even sora   (  who will only continue to plague him the most  )   had invaded his dreams that night. not even the reliving of xion’s end   &   the guilt that comes along with it.

no, instead, from what he can recall, they were pleasantly abstract. purified ocean waters   &   bright blue sky above caressing him, though not trying to drag him under or take him into the final stop of existence. a careful tug-of-war between the two as he rose   &   fell on gentle waves, basking in the warmth twilight offers.

if the memories had not haunted roxas, then it’s only likely that they had chosen riku in his place. he wonders who’s memories he had seen, who’s he had to relive,   &   who’s eyes he had to see through. the likely assumption is sora’s, of course, that first adventure the body is still ruined by. if roxas had realized it sooner, the effect he would have on this master, perhaps he wouldn’t have dared ask   (  rather, implications of an inquiry  )   to trespass   &   stayed in his own room. fights   &   threats   &   grudges are one thing, but causing past guilts to resurrect when that was the last of his intentions are another.

he’s fragile   &   cautious as he shifts, unsure if riku still sleeps or if he, too, had simply laid awake   &   breathed in such a foreign atmosphere, enough to finally allow arctics to look up at his face.   &   what greets him only sinks more strange tinges of regret into his stomach. a bright cyan trailing from   &   staining his lips,   &   he doesn’t need to ask where it came from because he knows. knows all too well, has seen it peek through himself when injured much too hard. but this isn’t the result of wounds; this is the result of him, of his presence in the night, of the memories   &   dreams riku took into his hands without conflict. he can’t help the soft breath that leaves slightly parted mouth as his hand, that’s as cautious as his shifting was, rises   &   permits fingers to trail over   &   wipe away liquid.   ❛  i’m sorry…  ❜   whispered into the safety of the blankets   &   vocal hopefully only to himself.

if riku wasn’t awake before, then the contact or quiet apology had disturbed him. tired verdants   (  did roxas see a different color in there or was that his imagination?  )   open enough to be seen   &   the embarrassment of being caught is soon to follow, pink to dust his cheeks.   &   still his fingers do not retreat. extremity that isn’t his joins him, digits curling around the palm of his hand,   &   he can only beg   &   plead it’s a silent way of saying   ‘  apology accepted.  ’

shoulders tense when braveheart speaks, groggy   &   all, only to request oblivion to stay even longer than he has,   &   shoulders lax again   &   brief confusion bleeds. isn’t that overstaying his welcome?  there are no responsibilities tugging at his ankles today   — — —   &   if there were they would have come looking by now, yes?   — — —   perhaps he could remain…

there’s a hum to vibrate his lips   &   throat in response, in thought, in hesitation. fingers are on the move again, dragging pads along his cheek   &   smearing more residue of his memories on dream eater.   ❛  …are you sure?  ❜   the resounding stare that nearly adds another please convinces him   &   he presses a little further into riku as an answer, hand all but embracing his head now when fingers slip past his ear   &   paints more   &   more of him in roxas subconsciousness.   ❛  —do you mind if i need to come back to you again?  ❜   he hopes he doesn’t have to explain why,   &   the   “ not at all ”   that brushes against his earlobe seems…a little too fearful of the opposite. too eager for him to stay. too scared of a night without him?  no.

optics close again,   &   breaths come   &   go easy,   &   he finds his cheek resting against shoulder.   ❛  you might want to wash your face off.  ❜   says nothing of his own fingertips,   &   playful smirk to finally pull at the corners of his lips.   ❛  &   if you tell anyone i’m here, i might have to come back when you’re sleeping   &   take a wrist as compensation.  ❜

at long last, back at home, back at something familiar, but the words have never felt so empty as they did just now.

[foolisland]