daybreak

indie gula, KHUX. written by an actual trashbag.

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zettaflarc‌:

“Coffee tastes awful… Why would anyone willingly drink that?”

          “Down with coffee! Cocoa for life!”

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@corvulpes - X

          “...Nah, I’m good.”

While it’s true that he’s feeling a little MORE than overwhelmed by all of the bickering and conflict, opening up and actively talking about his feelings has never quite been Gula’s style. 

...Especially not in Ava’s company. He would sooner suffer in silence than burden her with his own misfortunes; they both have enough on their plate as it is without adding to one another’s problems.

Bare fingers dip into the fountain, idly tracing patterns in the gently rippling waters. The distraction helps, and he allows himself to become lost in the simplicity of playing around for but a few minutes -- he’s still just a kid where it matters most: in his heart.

It’s this childish streak that brings a smile to his lips as he looks at his fellow Foreteller contemplatively, the mischievous glint in his eyes hidden beneath the Leopard’s mask. Without giving it a second thought, he fully submerges his whole palm and scoops up a big handful of water, tossing it Ava’s way with the biggest, shit-eating grin he can muster.

It’s certainly a creative way to get her to drop the conversation, that’s for sure.

          “Heh. Got you.”

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               ❝  TRAITOR,                                                       TRAITOR,                                                                                      TRAITOR!  ❞

                     FORETELLER GULA                                                LUXU                   (  P A G E S O U G H T  )                                (  L U X U R I I A U S  )                           written by trash.                                               written by cal.

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"Gulaaaaa, is the milk here yet? I'm thirsty..."

I already finished it all.

          “Nope. No idea when it’s coming, little buddy. Looks like we’ll have            to keep waiting.”

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Gula, where’s the milk—

          “Uhhhhh… Secret~!”

Ah, yes. Where might it be if he’s actively running away–???

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chronomantiqueriku‌:

A voice, different from the strange language of Heartless (if you can call the odd gurgle and bubbling sounds that came from them as advanced of a language), caught silveret’s ears as he’s turning abruptly to match a face to voice.

Er, well, as much face as he can, anyway. This character was one he had not seen before, harboring an air of mystery that put him on the edge of his Keyblade.

… Sora was better with strangers than he is. In order to make his heart a home of light, he should try harder yet the suspense that rose the hairs on the back of his neck were enough to keep him on edge.

“ … I’m sorry, what? ”

His voice was laced with an almost meek tone. Surely, he’d been watched. While it was not the first time, certainly not the last, and nothing unfamiliar with the darkness that once clung to his heart, it did little to keep him from being unnerved.

Composure. Even in the most uneasy of situations, he had a knack of finding it.

“ Skill, you say? I don’t think I did anything particularly special. ”

A humble master, only brought to a knee by his own guilt.

“ … Were you watching me? It’s dangerous to be alone. ”

If he only knew who he was talking to.

          “Eh, I think I’ll be just fine.”

Gula hops down from his chosen perch, stretching his arms with the kind of casual, lax attitude that ill-befits Riku’s warnings of danger. Whatever lurks here, he certainly doesn’t seem to fear it much.

Either he’s very skilled, or he’s very arrogant. As far as this Foreteller is concerned, it might just be a little bit of both.

          “Besides, I’m not alone. Not anymore, at least. I have you as company.”

He keeps his blade well and truly out of sight, for now. It’s bad enough that he’s snuck up on the other and basically admitted to stalking. Doing all of those things with a weapon in hand might just get him into some kind of trouble.

         “My name’s Gula. Please -- there’s no need to be nervous around me.           I’m quite friendly, I promise.”

The omission of his status as ‘Master’ is entirely on purpose. Can’t raise too many eyebrows, now, can he?

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Incredible, but true: @pagesought deserves to have a good day today.

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lightshxro‌:

       Blayr stiffened at the first sound of the foreteller’s voice, turning sharply to face his direction with the Starlight Keyblade in hand. At first, they barely questioned their silent provocation. Then in the back of their mind, they heard a faint call of logic. He was a foreteller, they couldn’t fight him. They weren’t strong enough. If they struggled to defeat the Heartless lurking around the tower’s stairways, they had not a prayer of standing up to Gula.

       Yet, their grip tightened on their keyblade. Beside them, Tana growled softly - protectively. Standing their ground it is. 

       ❝ No! ❞ Once, they would never have believed there would come a day when they’d willingly disobey a foreteller. Now, they questioned their faith in the union leaders. ❝ I won’t leave! Not without answers! ❞

       ❝ What’s going on, Master Gula? What are you and the other foretellers keeping from us? ❞

          “How dare you..!? I gave you an order!”

Such outright defiance steals the air straight from his lungs and Gula stops in his tracks, stunned and breathless for just a moment-- But the shock quickly gives way to a deep and uncomfortable disappointment. He does not take kindly to intruders, and he thinks even less of those foolish enough to make demands when they cannot possibly comprehend just how deep this goes.

This-- This hurts him far more than he could ever allow himself to show it. It is not his will to raise his own blade against the very children they are meant to lead and protect... They could not possibly understand the pain he feels to learn that their faith in their Leaders has been shaken.

         “You come here without permission, you question our judgement --           and you have the nerve to do it with blade in hand!?”

He wishes he were not to have to do this alone. If only one of the others were here, he’d certainly feel more confident in his ability to back them up... Being among the youngest of the Foretellers is, at times, a difficult burden to shoulder -- and he wonders if any of the others see him as a weak link in their chain.

Gula summons his own blade in retaliation, preparing to stand his ground in his own way. If they shall not see reason, then he has no choice. Order must be kept. There must be consequences for those who flout the rules.

          “You have no idea what you’re saying.” 

His defensive attitude certainly says otherwise, yet he takes a dangerous step forward. One last chance.

          “Take it back and walk away. This is your final warning.”

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I want #luxuriiaus to stomp on me.

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@luxuriiaus

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#ursaced and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by pagesought

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OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO @ursaced

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Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

- boops nose -

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invertxgo‌:

“I mean, yeah. His eye, eye. That was how he saw the future. His eye in my keyblade is why we have the book of prophecies. Coulda swore we went over this already.”

          “Sorry. Storytime with Luxu was too long, you bored me to sleep.”

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invertxgo‌:

“The eye. On my keyblade. It’s his. Mom’s seeing this conversation right now.”

...Ew!

          “Like, his eye eye? That’s nasty! What the heck, mom?”

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invertxgo‌:

“I can’t keep secrets from mom. It’s literally impossible now that I have my keyblade back.”

          “I fail to see the relevance, buuuuuuut continue.”

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invertxgo‌:

“I promised mom! I’m not gonna just break that promise ‘cause you’re annoying. I gotta keep the box closed and what’s in the box a secret.”

          “Mom doesn’t have to know. It can be our secret.”

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invertxgo‌:

pagesought replied to your post: BIG!!! JERK!!! ENERGY!!!!!!!!!!

T E L L M E YOU DICK!!!!!!!!!!

“It’s not happenin’ dude. Not. Happenin’.”

          “It’s like I said: Big Jerk Energy. I can’t BELIEVE you’re going to lug that thing            around and not tell us what’s in it.”