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{ My home screen is actually some Art I did for my partner for Valentines Day! Me as Beetlejuice and my Partner as Alastor from Hazbin Hotel!! }

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[madeimpact]

Who was your first muse? 

Munday asks || @rcstoration

Answered here, but if you wanna go back even further before tumblr..........man, probably an old vocaloid self insert LMAO. My first memory of rping was a jokey comment on one of my friends' pictures of their figmas on deviantart that turned into a WHOLE ass rp that lasted a year, featuring like...shady organizations, lots of crossovers, my vocaloid also having "star powers," and some selfship to boot. Soob if you see this ily

But yeah, I know for sure I tried to take this oc to a couple of rp groups on deviantart, and I was part of one, but like...lmao the whole "star power and part of a secret group of heroes" thing got pinned as "mary-sue" so that ended up only being canon in that one thread lmao. Which is hilarious, because literally fucking anything can be a vocaloid nowadays since there's so many with so many different concepts. Maybe I'll revive her and give her powers again just to spite those people but I digress LMAO. Negau my beloved, you got me into this hell 💕

[blindwielder]

@rcstoration - Send '🕯' for our muses to get caught in a city-wide blackout together.

There was a near-audible noise when the lights around them suddenly went out. Like a high-pitched buzz but... slowed down and lowered, sharply dropping down in tone until it was buried in silence. With it came silence - true silence that wasn't being swallowed up by the sounds of electrical buzzing or the distant hum of air conditioning units that filled even the outside air of the city. It didn't say quiet like that for long as they were quickly replaced by new sounds, like people shouting in the distance or car horns and alarms blaring, but for a small moment in time it was like they were standing in a quiet little time capsule.

It would have been nice if there wasn't a strange uncurrent of unease laced throughout it.

"... Great." Riku had been heading toward the subway entrance when everything had suddenly gone dark; as much as he enjoyed being out late, he didn't much enjoy walking across half the city in the middle of the night. He had spotted Roxas and hadn't planned on approaching him, but....

"There goes my way home. How about you?"

[blindwielder]

@rcstoration

"---?"

He had paused - and he didn't know why. In that moment it had felt important - no, necessary - that he halt to take in something about his surroundings. It was late afternoon, the sun dipping down in the sky as the clouds started to burn the lazy shades of orange and red that only ever came with twilight. Beautiful, though he could only truly enjoy it from the muted view that was offered behind a pair of dark glasses.

Strange. It all felt so familiar, though Riku always tried to avoid being out and about during this time of day. He hadn't lived in this area of the city for long either. It was impossible to ignore the sense of nostalgia building up in his chest though, the sensation almost like a dam that was threatening to break. And when it did--

"- wait. Hey."

He was speaking before he realized it. Riku stretched one hand out and blinked, confused by the gesture for just a moment. There was another boy that looked to be about his own age walking ahead of him, and while Riku was absolutely certain he could have never met him before it was also impossible to deny that he... felt... familiar.

"Hey, what... what's... your name?"

[madeimpact]

“Yeah, can I get the teriyaki chicken and french fries?” ( @ ventus )

Shit my dad has said || @rcstoration

The choice stood out among the rest of the options on the menu, especially the pairing, but...hey, who was Ven to judge? Those were two good things, and this place prided itself on its creativity. Besides, there were too many good-sounding choices on the bistro menu, and the fact that the server was standing right there sort of put on the pressure to decide...

❝ Uh, yeah...me too, please. ❞

[madeimpact]

❝ Haha, thanks, Roxas! You made me such a little guy. ❞

Thanks, @rcstoration!

[madeimpact]

"I uh.. heard it was your birthday so I got you something. It's nothing really fancy, but I know you like fruit so I figured this... fruit... tree... bouquet thing that the restaurant was selling was kinda up your alley." (@ sora!)

Sora bday shenanigans! || @rcstoration

He could sort of trace the game of word association that must have gone on in Roxas's head ( maybe something like, paopu fruit, fruit, fruit bouquet ). It was simple in the best way possible — and hey, you can never go wrong with an edible gift!

This must have been something the other staff at the bistro cooked up while Sora wasn't there to be Remy's human-sized hands, because it came as a total surprise to even him, who knew his way around that menu pretty well by now. It was an artful arrangement of assorted fruits, cut into fun shapes, with berries mixed in like the smaller blooms in a bouquet of flowers. His whole expression brightened, and he was glad to accept the gift from Roxas.

❝ It's great, Roxas! Thanks! This looks almost too good to eat...almost. ❞ He emphasized that key word cheekily, knowing full well where the fruit was soon to end up.

[blindwielder]

@rcstoration asked: " take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. " for the sender to greet a waking receiver after having found them badly wounded and on the brink of collapse at their doorstep.

As he had gotten older, Riku had gotten better at learning the tells for whenever an attack was coming on. It wasn't always just feeling the intense tightening in his chest, though that did commonly come along with it. It was the taste of copper that was a surefire sign things were about to get bad and that he needed to sit down, fast, or else his body would find itself on the ground regardless of what he had wanted.

Sometimes it was just a brief moment where he needed to let his head stop spinning and other times it felt like he was being run through, his heart pounding furiously in his chest as his head felt like it was being split open from the inside out. Sometimes time passed painfully slowly, turning into a crawl with each second ticking by in what felt like a span of days or weeks, and other times he found himself blinking up at a clock that had skipped forward hours at a time.

Riku couldn't remember walking to Roxas' home (he also wasn't sure he knew where the blond lived, but subconscious Riku seemed to be a lot smarter than conscious Riku), but he was aware of the awful taste in his mouth and the strange, cotton feeling that had filled his head and run down into his veins.

"Huh?"

He swallowed hard as he looked down. The silver-haired man had been standing on a front stoop and he found himself taking a step back, legs feeling like they were wobbling for a moment before he was able to fully catch his balance. What was that-- what had happened...?

At least it didn't seem to be too late in the day.

Riku stared at his hands for a moment before looking up at Roxas. The other still seemed concerned, but he tried to do his best to reassure him that he was okay. That he was... as okay as he could be, at least. "I... I'm fine. Must have just... gotten distracted and wound up here. Don't worry about me, okay?"