#nobodkey

[mentiors-blog]

nobodkey replied to your post: “Nobody asked any of you guys anyway.”

no one asked you either so there :/

do you even go here?

[bloxkey-blog]

@nobodkey liked for a starter

“Oh hey, it’s you!” The boy in the black coat- the one who he’d fought, right? Well, no- something seemed a little different. He was pretty sure that the other had gone to rest in his heart? So then, that didn’t make sense.... had someone re-programmed him into the datascape?

Well, it wasn’t much like Sora to spend much time worried about it- he’d think about the details later, once he could ask Mickey. “That reminds me, I never did get your name. I’m Sora- but I guess you knew that one already, huh?”

[isolaradiale]

upon prior reservation here is roxas from kingdom hearts! app is linked in the sidebar or at /app. i hope everything is in order!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Roxas!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 308!

You’ll retain the ability to glide. You’ll also receive a wooden keyblade.

-- mod spica

[isolaradiale]

dropping roxas from kingdom hearts, he was in apartment 307! sorry to anyone who was threading with him OTL

Dropped for you!

-- mod altair.

[wakenedwind-blog]

@nobodkey, i have no idea what’s going on.

        is there... a natural explanation for someone looking just like you? you’re, well, you’re not really sure. because you don’t really remember having an identical twin or anything strong like that ; you just know that you fell asleep once and you’ve been sleeping ever since. sure, the dreams and the memories blur and fade, a hazy fog you can’t see through at all - but even if there’re things that you forgot, you’re sure you’d remember news like this a long, long time ago, or perhaps someone would’ve mentioned it.

        you only ask in this dire, confusing situation, on what should be a passing windy day, in a rare place of silence within the golden ward. neither stays that way for long, not when you glimpse hair like yours ; and either the resulting bewilderment’s too noticeable or it’s pure misfortune that the stranger turns around after, with a face just like yours, for all your logic flies off with the breeze.

        “ Hey, wait — who are you? Why do you look like me?! ”