"My heart was aching."

Indie Older!Sora RP Blog Semi Private and Selective

[aurorasentinel]

“I

      ᵏᶰᵒʷ the 

ｗａｙ”

“Consume the Ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ

ʳᵉᵗᵘʳᶰ it to the Ｌｉｇｈｔ”

Indie selective & semi-private Riku roleplay blog from the Kingdom Hearts series, primarily post Dream Drop Distance. Can write up to Novella length if need be, but mostly prefers Para or Script. Mun is 18+ and well versed in the series. Muse’s age has been somewhat modified, but he is entirely sticking to canon storyline unless stated otherwise. Multiple verses will be available, open to all forms of crossovers, and OC’s are definitely welcome. Here to have fun, make friends, go at my own paceand treat this as a hobby—nothing more. And so should you.

[Ｓａｎｃｔｕａｒｙ] [Ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ] [Ｓｔｏｒｙ]

[iheartcrawford]

happy birthday, christopher chace crawford 

[iheartcrawford]

[ortusvirarchive]

bark bark. very doge.

“—…Hi hi? Very… Sora?”

[arssolum]

Sora remembers some helpful advice while in Wonderland.

[apostateapologist]

remember when gameinformer voted sora as the 4th biggest dork of 2006

[yummysora-deactivated20210604]

Inaccurate… He is OBVIOUSLY the biggest dork…

[ortusvirarchive]

Soraaa, you're awesome.

“I dunno’ bout that—but you’re pretty awesme for saying so!”

[ortusvirarchive]

Magnificence blazes across every inch he could see before scrutinized cobalt, true artistry painted in any which way as spare glances were thrown about. Another directed to the path he came from, driver of the limousine withdrawing inside and no doubt heading back for more guests. The wielder was tempted to insist that he could get up to the base of the castle by himself, yet the usual jovial tone had not been conjured as of late. If anything, silence proved to be rather victorious upon one so boisterous as he. Understandable, being out of his element in both physical and mental fashion.

Parties of this magnitude weren't his shtick, often attached to glamor and a lifestyle that would never belong to a boy that hailed from tropical haven. Some small ache to be within that sanctuary that graced him with security, safe within the arms of sentiment and tranquil providence. But in the foundation of royalty and splendor, he could not help but find himself a stranger amongst them--a foreigner. Ironic, considering he had hailed from the stars themselves, a galactic savior among dozens, yet here he stood in the entrance like a dazed child in a land of riches.

Even simplicity itself can bewilder those who are made of bigger stuff.

--A particularly good thing that he wasn't. Which is why the atmosphere seemed even more intoxicating.

A steady gait withheld across and into beauteous threshold, invited guests spread all around him like salt betwixt sand. Nerves do not cry out in the midst of this remarkable structure, gleam upon every touch inwards, for he found himself taken aback at the crowd that had gathered in this chamber. Perhaps he was not the stranger among dozens--more-so that this was an island of many strangers, and they were simply to enjoy the time spent within these aureate walls.

(...Might as well. Sides', can't let the guest of honor down. That'd be MEGA rude.)

And alleged festive mood struck him in the wake of brief contemplation, resonance of his stride muddled from the chatter round' him as he tread on into a tempered reception.

[bowiisms-deactivated20150813]

"You're beautiful--"

                              Digits found their way    up to the                    fabric that covered her shoulders ,   skin                     bare       as she slipped the loose collar                     from them . The long sleeves slid down                    her arms ,     the silky gown falling from                     her body ,    leaving c h i l l s until it fell                    to the floor .

                                         & there she stood ,   a few                    feet away      from the man she fell for ,                    only the thick curls       concealing parts                    of her freckled skin .      It wasn’t the first                     time that she had shown him her body ,                     but that was for swimming .   This , this                     was in the bedroom .        Her right arm                     crossed over her chest ,      gripping her                     left arm ,   her gaze staring down at her                     toes in slight embarrassment .        She                     could feel           the goosebumps that                     formed from her chills .    Chapped lips                     curled a soft smile ,           a hint of red                     s p l a s h e d    upon her cheeks at his                     compliment .       Her  voice came to a                     low whisper .

                                    ❝               Shu’ up . ❞

[leondaltons]

1-3/? pictures of Daria Sidorchuk (aka stop ruining my life with your perfection)

[bloodiedwolf-blog]

‘the front door does work, you know.                           keep climbing through the window and                           someone will think you’re trying to court me.’

[ortusvirarchive]

"Twas' locked! Couldn't be bothered to wait for you to walk all the way to the door and let me in. Time is of the essence!"

[bluerangerpower-deactivated2018]

[ortusvirarchive]

You’re it! Rules are: copy this message to 10 other beautiful blogs who you think deserve this message! keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful(っ◕‿◕)っ

ooc;

everybody look i’ve been called beautiful by the most badass lady on the planet.

because hey, she really is. what with her capacity to not take anyone’s shit, but equally as caring and loving to her loved ones and friends. utterly compassionate in every sense of the word—so much so that i’m convinced her soul is actually made of butterflies and kittens tbh. although butterflies are sort of annoying to me because they keep flying in my face when i’m mowing the lawn, so how about kittens and puppies? good? good. but she’s also effing hilarious, like i have legitimately been brought to tears by some of her posts. she has made my entire week on several accounts for how big her heart is and how contagious her mirth is.

Etara is a friend that anyone would be blessed to have. She’s an individual that should be cherished for eternity for how precious she is, deserving of every inch of bliss she can get. So cheers to you for sending these and being magnificent, friend. You’re that and so much more.

<3.

[singlasses-deactivated20150921]

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[mrsgrumpygills]

"I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real… or not?"

[sangxfroid-archive-blog]

say NO to quality & say YES to EQUALITY

no one here is better than someone else. we all take the time out of day to write & create various scenarios & situations for our muses. we have all CAPSLOCKED OUR PAIN & EXCITEMENT. we have all went through the pain of selecting themes and organizing a tagging system. we have all strived to form friendships with the people we love and adore. who cares about quality or whether or not our writing is up to par with someone else? what happened to simply enjoying ourselves? don’t put people on a pedestal, isolating them from everyone else & don’t look down on anyone as if they are dirt you can tread across.we are the same and yet we are different and that’s okay. we’re all here to have fun together.

[ortusvirarchive]

silently weeps about Anberlin's final album release--