#inflamxr

[destati-awaken]

inflamxr

#look at this nerd #just look at him #look at his hair #how it sways so gently and delicately like a fountain of milk chocolate #yes child you are the son of the sun you magnificent coconut you

i’m just gonna....save these tags. Forever. Because I’m laughing so hard. But also agreeing with every beat of my heart.

[valience]

" Then go find a mirror. "

          who do you think you aaaaaare 

          runnin' 'round leaving scaaaars

[shishells-blog]

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            ❝ Fancy seeing you here. ❞ The shorter appears worn, exhaustion etched into her features, yet despite that, glee still manages to appear upon her expression. “It’s weird meeting up here... Even though we come here all the time, heh.” 

    True, their paths crossing at the small shop they frequent is rare, and in all honesty, Xion doesn’t recall running into one of her friends while she was there (the only time in which they were together was when missions were assigned with one or both as partners, and even that wasn’t often). 

[hxneylemonarchive]

✔

Ask the Trash Bin

✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

Mmmm... well, I haven’t done my anti-hero honey  or my hogwarts verses in a long time.. and I’d really like a summer wars based roleplay, i just think that’d be awesome in a variety of ways. 

I’m a big fan of crossover plots, so, I have quite a few in mind that i would love to do, tbh

[unwrittenepitaph]

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She was not a Nobody.

That much had been made clear some time ago, in a castle, in a moment of panic and sudden painful clarity. She was not a nobody, she would never have a somebody or be a somebody -- she was a puppet, twisted up in her own wires. Suspended from a ceiling by a puppeteer too cold and too callous to untangle her, instead shaking her in hopes that he could do it the easy way.

But that was not why this had happened.

The shaking could be endured indefinitely. Xion could handle her world crumbling (in theory, only in theory) around her with each new truth, but she could not handle some of the truths that had been lain at her feet as if she would accept them without question. She too was a soldier, one made to follow orders without the capacity for thought on what those orders were -- but she would not do as they asked.

And she was suffering for it.

Saix had done a number on her. Nothing felt quite right, the damage was repairable but at such a heavy cost she couldn't bare it. Xemnas would not move to lay a hand on her himself, only watched from his throne as "reconditioning" failed and she still continued to glare defiantly up at them. Knowing, though, that soon she would crack. Soon she would do as they asked, for how long could one deny that which they had been created for? How could she fight against what she was, who she was, for the rest of her carefully numbered days. She would hurt them both -- had, hurt them both -- and would continue to do so until either whatever made her "Xion" gave way to "Sora", or until she simply ceased to be.

"It's okay," she says, her smile cracking at the edges. Tired, forced -- accepting that which she could not change with as much dignity and grace as she could muster. "It's okay if you can't."

But it wasn't. 

It just wasn't fair to force him to do it, not like this. She wipes a trail of blood from her mouth with the back of a gloved hand, already torn and stained with blood. Nobody's probably shouldn't bleed but as she had found out, she did a lot of things that "Nobody's" probably shouldn't do.

"I would just... rather it be you, then them."

[svnfade]

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