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just a fair warning: this blog has insanely sporadic activity it could take me a week to reply to things, longer if my mood drops

#out.#just bc i havent done much lately

i’m copying noodle and also need to type this out proper but the chilling adventures hcs under the cut

sora is from a long line of ‘chosen’ who willingly enter into contract with demons at a young age in order to absorb their power

his parents were killed before his eyes for defying satan after they were responsible for the death of a witch due to negligence ( the witch refused to leave behind a mortal life and was murdered by a human serial killer. it was suspected that this killer was under the influence of demonic possession but it was never proven. )

after their death sora was forced into contract with a demon in order to gain power and take his parent’s place in the world

his kind are considered ‘lesser’ demons as they are created and not born with power and thus the children of night often shun him ( satan is also very partial to killing his kind when they lose their reason for living )

his family were witches once, but the gene weakened the further down the line. their bodies are capable of welding magic however they are no longer born with the ability to do so, thus the demon contracts come into play.

there are several families like soras however they all serve different academies and regions.

his one and only case was to convince riku to leave the mortal world behind. he betrayed his trust by essentially being under cover. however sora was too invested in riku’s life over the months that he couldn’t leave his side. he stayed in the academy, against orders, and tried to keep riku safe from the reality of the world ( which was that anyone who had lost purpose or use was thrown aside and how riku’s power would be used for others gain’s and not his own )

it was due to riku’s word that sora kept his life, causing sora to vow his life to riku and thus acts as a guardian in the shadows whilst also trying to be a friend.

as sora and his demon age he becomes more powerful, but it also means more chance of becoming out of control.

due to losing his parents at such a young age he was unable to undergo any training and thus is a glass canon.

sora is aware of when he is about to lose control as his demon takes on a voice of it’s own. he keeps this information from riku for as long as possible until he loses control and his form changes.

riku begins to train sora in what he knows of magic and demons so that sora can utilize his abilities to their full extent. ( spellcasting, shapeshifting, telekinesis, levitation )

once he was able to use telekinesis he figured out how to project so that he could always warn riku of any harm that may come to him.

#tbt.#i've kinda thought about this a lot? too much?

i did 2 asks and then my brain just died i think i might need more time to recover from my recent panic attacks hhhh

#out.#im still in shock and doing stuff like gaming has been helping #but i also wanna be on here???#maybe i'll try again tomorrow <3

"And you thought lying to me would be better than telling the truth? About someone close to my kind?" He can't help that his voice is sharp and bitter -- betrayal of trust is something he hates more than anything in the world ; and by the sounds of it, Sora's been crossing the line for a very long time.

this was a long time coming. he knew from the moment he slipped himself into riku’s life that this day would come. it always did. granted, it was his first time being the ‘convincer’, the one who made sure young witches gave their life and soul to satan and attended the institute. but he’d heard stories, of what happens after, when the demons entered the school grounds and were noticed. usually it took time, some being shoved onto new cases. but there were less and less witches who needed someone like sora around. they all came willingly these days and only a select few had doubts. “i.. i couldn’t..” he speaks in more of a whisper then a rebuke. “it.. it’s my job to make sure you come here.. i can’t.. i can’t go against it.” he tries to speak louder, but it’s hard. he knows full well that he’s wrong. he knows everything they do is wrong. but he also knows what happens when he disobeys. he remembers watching the life leave his parents body as they tried to shield him from their lord. ‘we made a mistake.. punish us for it.. not him.. he never did anything wrong!’. it’s all a nightmare now. “you don’t know what happens.. you don’t know anything. so stay with your kind, riku. my jobs done.” this was the right thing, wasn’t it? he was supposed to cut all ties and yet he found it difficult to walk away. he just stood there, staring at a spot in the floor, aware of the presence of others and yet not doing much to avoid them. his kind. that’s right. they may live in the same world, but they were miles apart. riku would be praised, sora would be thrown aside. that was how this world worked.

#dawnled #ask.#verse demon.#!!! i have something to send you aaaaaaaaaa

"It's hard to explain, but I don't think you should get involved. My family doesn't really... take kindly to outsiders." Non-witches were a no-go.

shouldn’t get involved. it was never sora’s intention to. but something bound him to his duty, like strings tied to his limbs that moved him along. he never wanted this life and yet, it was how his own family tree went. they were all possessed in one way or another, given demonic power in order to lure young witches to their demise; to their true calling. outsides he said. how would they fair knowing what he was? knowing what he became at such a young age. most don’t survive the process. so many family trees were completely wiped out from ritual alone, let alone the murders committed once witches had had enough of their meddling. satan never claimed them after all. he gave them the power they needed to fulfill their role and that was all. they were nothing but tools for his amusement, and if they didn’t do their job, he got rid of them. it was easy really. another family name would take over until all lines ceased. then he’d make more. witches however were different. they were always his favorite, always so admired and welcomed into his world. lesser demons, not so much. “you say that.. but i’m pretty convincing.. they’ll love me!” he gives a childish grin but doesn’t push further. he can’t blow his cover. elders would know, they’d sense him; or so his parents taught him. maybe it was all a ploy to keep him from getting too close. who knew. “well, if i can’t get involved then.. come with me. you don’t have to be locked inside all the time. one day won’t hurt.”

#dawnled #ask.#verse demon.#i'll do tags eventually kjsadhgakjhgds

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#sora.#Y E S !!#CAN SOMEONE PLS GET HIM A JACKET I WAS SO CONCERNED

ok so new starter call because im just procrastinating on the final ones jaksdhjkashgd so like for a one liner as a quote from the game ! ( they’ll all be vague so no spoilers ) this is also super directed at anyone who i owed a starter to and haven’t given one yet !

#starter call.

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he thought he had to push me away, to protect me. ind. kh3 sora. treasured by EZ. ( personals don’t reblog )

#selfpromo.#i rlly like it ok sdkjhjakdshg

bed rest

nonverbal starters. accepting. / @dawnled

he’s not sick. he doesn’t get sick. or so he claimed for the past few hours despite burning up and feeling ready to relive breakfast, lunch and dinner. he was about to go into another spiel about his wellness, only a coughing fit took over and he found himself arching forward, trying to ease the pain as his body shook. “i’m not sick..” he sniffles, feeling strong hands pushing him back down until he fell victim to their comfort. “im not.. but if i was” he pauses, holding back a sneeze. “can i have ice cream..”

#dawnled #ask.#ice cream makes him better fite me??

shelter

nonverbal starters. accepting. / @flamereign

the battle is tough, heartless coming from so many directions that he finds himself spinning on repeat to keep up. to the left, the side, up; they were everywhere. no matter where he looked he was met with yellow eyes, all clawing and climbing over one another to get to the keyblade wielders. he was overwhelmed, barely keeping up, trying so desperately to make sure his friends were okay whilst also moving to protect himself. it was inevitable that he’d miss. there was a flash of black, the brunet raising his arms rather then his keyblade to try and defend himself, awaiting a pain that never came. a grunt caused him to look up, the image of lea battling back a swarm that was almost upon him greeting his vision. his mind reeled. this was just like before, with the nobodies. only this time they truly did fight by side, trusting in one another, knowing that something like this could happen. except sora couldn’t let it. “lea.. no!” he couldn’t hear his own voice among the battles fought elsewhere, of the heartless scampering about, of their attacks aimed at his friends. he launches forward, casts magic, swings, gives so much energy in one fight that he feels his breath catch. when it briefly subsides, he glances over his shoulder, keyblade out and ready to defend against further attack. “you can’t do that.. you can’t get hurt.. roxas would kill me..”

#flamereign #ask.#sora: is fine to be hurt #anyone else defends him: HANG ON THATS MY JOB HOW ABOUT U BACK THE FRICK BACK THERE

cry

nonverbal starters. accepting. / @dawnled

he hadn’t realized he was crying, not until fingertips brushed against his cheeks, wiping away tears that were slowly falling. it shocked him, not the touch, but the realization. his vision started to blur and he blinked rapidly, desperately trying to see again. “riku.. i..” its with shaky breath that he moves his hands to place them over rikus, trying to cling to something, someone that could keep him grounded. he’d brought kairi back, gave life to so many who thought their hour was over. but then he had floated, guided by nothing until he felt riku reach out to him. riku’s heart brought him back, back to where they stood, where the fear crashed down and he shook. “riku.. i don’t.. i don’t want to leave you again.” there he was, trying to weirdly reassure the elder, to make promises he could keep. of course he never regretted it. he never wanted kairi to ever feel alone again. but now she had namine and xion and aqua and— sora had riku, and riku was all he needed right now. he was so fearful that he’d be plunged back into that darkness, to that world where nothing felt real and he questioned if his heart still existed. but he wasn’t alone. weakened from his outburst, he stumbled forward and clung to riku, soaking his jacket with his tears. “promise me.. promise me i don’t have to leave..” he’d given enough, and being so alone in that place damaged him. he needed time to recover, he needed to be with the ones he cared about so much; the one he loved.

#dawnled #ask.#kh3 spoilers #this is literally a case of it hurt itself in its confusion............. bc im in pain now

[ i love your portrayal?? so??? much??????? i always smile seeing you on my dash!!! keep up the amazing work <3<3<3<3<3<3]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ? / @conchaemaris

!!! thank you so so muchim so glad you like my portrayal aaaaaaa <3

#conchaemaris #ask.

kiss

nonverbal starters. accepting. / @dawnled

when the storm ended and the dust settled, only then could they be together. nothing could drive them apart from that moment on. everyone deserved their happy end, and for some reason, riku chose sora. he could have had anything in the world and sora would have given it to him, and yet there he was, planting kisses across his skin. his cheeks, his forehead, the top of his head. nothing was safe from his constant attack; sora loved it. every so often his name would leave his lips in a breath, hands gently playing with those soft silver locks that he could tangle between his fingers for all eternity. “riku.. riku..” it wasn’t just out of pure pleasure did he try to call out his name. there was more to it. eventually he placed his hands on the other’s cheeks, resting foreheads together as he let his head settle. all he could think about was riku, staring into those eyes that captured him, kept him safe. so much light in what he once claimed was darkness. “riku..” his head was so foggy, needing time to clear. he could still feel those lips against his skin and it drove him crazy. “riku.. are you sure.. are you sure its me you want..”

#dawnled #ask.#sora: ready to tell riku he loves him 24/7 #also sora: ok but do u actually like me #riku probs confesses his undying love #sora: ok but is that a LIKE ME LIKE ME OR

"Excuse me, but I appear to be lost. Could you tell me where I am?" The former Pharaoh had no clue how he had ended up in this world. And everyone seemed different with their large feet and the clothes they wore.

it takes him awhile to answer, simply because he wasn’t used to being asked. he visited so many worlds and yet, it was always he asking the questions. each world held no indication, so he could understand the confusion. if anything, he was exciting to be sharing what little knowledge he had. “you’re in twilight town.. over that way is the train station, that way is the struggle arena, and behind you is the best bistro in the worlds..! i mean world. singular. yeap, singular.” donalds voice echoed in his head; order! but he did wonder, how could anyone have traveled worlds without knowing, to assume they had just gotten lost. even when sora first landed in traverse town he had a notion of other worlds, but this guy — he seemed utterly confused as to how this had even happened. “do you need help getting around? i could show you!”