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"you're everything I hope to be, Riku." - shenct /. I NEEDED TO JUST SEND YOU SOMETHING

pick your heroes // @shenct

               a beat passes, something deep in his chest that feels CONSTRICTING; to hear those words from her lips, it doesn’t feel fair. don’t look up to me, he thinks, as silver brow knits against the compliment. you’ve overcome your own darkness, why shouldn’t she – a voice of someone long gone rings in his ears, providing, for once, not MALICE, but something close to ENCOURAGEMENT. 

         ❝  i’m not the one you should look up to, xion...  ❞  voice comes quiet, hesitant, as fingers curl into fists at his side. despite his own successes, his shortcomings are all he can feel tearing at his spine, as his gaze turns away from her. find better people to look to, xion, because i’m not it.  ❝  people like kairi, like aqua, and... sora... hope to be THEM.  ❞  because all that you’ll find is ghosts and nightmares when you are what i’ve become.

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shenct replied to your photo:

you're SO FUCKING CUTE I LOV!!!!

chiirishi replied to your post:

CUTIE!!!!!

not as cute as you guys tho alfksdjflksdfj

[corvulpes-a]

“I’ve… learned how to smile… Even when I’m feeling sad.” / hello!!!

♡  /  accepting / @shenct

     ♡  —   Though brief their time since meeting, though friendship still a budding rose; new & slowly but surely blossoming, already did vulpine heart w e e p for the raven haired youth. Another child, another war. Another victim of fate, of those with power who would abuse it & those underneath their command. It’s a note that rung sour within the war-trodden expanse of the foretellers mind, one all to familiar to she who had seen first hand the grief such battles wrought.

     & thus it was with a heavy heart that Ava grasped Xion’s hands, her own gentle & warm. Her own welcoming & aiming to comfort, in the squeeze of her hands & rubbing of delicate thumb upon the back of soft flesh. Though a mask rest upon compassionate eyes, there was kindness in her smile. A sympathetic thing, knowing all to well what it was like; to force a smile upon your face before those that would look to you. To hide misery, for the sake of another. “ To put on such a brave face… there is no question of the kindness in your heart. But, you do not need to hide your sadness, Xion. Not to me. I will always be here for you. “ Such as fate had decreed. For this time, it was not her own, though now that it had brought her here Ava was willing to embrace circumstance. To move forward, & aid the youth of this era. Just as she once had long ago.

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         💌 She couldn’t control herself she ran down the beach like a man women. Having thrown off her shoes and stockings it was just her and the ocean. Or so she thought at the moment. 

            The water felt so nice and every once and a while she’d find a nice shell or several in this case. Arms semi full she made her way back to her bag that was left on the beach. Being as not many traveled this far down there was no worry that someone would take it but as Alex’ blue hues seen the other, she paused. 

           “Hello?”  💌

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@shenct

whispers  "fuck"

LANGUAGE!

[serenaxluna-a]

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❝ Be gentle. ❞

[slowbladed]

“i can’t bare the thought of my reality” the little puppet says solemnly

SOME MEME

   WHAT was reality? Was it the mountains that over looked the world. The sun that blessed the skin with warmth. Was it the plants that blew gentle in the wind? And to a a Nobody, those were meaningless, for the reality they perceive, the reality that was, would never be the true reality. They lived, but for what life did they live? All that became of them was merely a reflection of a reflection, a mirror against the water against an even deeper appearance of oneself. Emancipated. Nothing. Nothing. 

   And that reality shaped not from natural law but the law that was their nothingness. For even if they were not meant to be, not meant to live in reality, that perception of the real reality would be warped to their own ends. Their memories, time, space, the life that flourished all around them, all decayed and stopped to try and wrap its very own minds around themselves. It was nothing in the end. Nothing. Their life, the world they saw through their own eyes, different and wrong on every possible level. Like staring at one’s own dead body, and not perceiving it as your own (just like how when he looked at her, he did not see her for her but another, that was his reality). They were Gods unbound from rules. Gods that only wanted to be human.

   It was sick. And Xion’s fears made Marluxia all the more pity her. For he could only imagine her strife, her absolute terror in living a live that was not meant to be lived. Where fate and their leader would control. “It does not need to be your reality.” And he looked out at that sky, where the dandelions in the valley blew gentle in the wind. “But the reality you choose to reject. We are not bound by mortal law, let alone the destiny that would bound us. We are nothing.” Nothing. Nothing. “I was scared like you once. I could not understand this reality, this ‘life’. I spent years searching for something that I could not find, until finally I let myself let myself take hold of my own reality. Deciding for myself, and letting myself go.” Then, he smiled. Turning his gaze away from the dandelions and towards her. 

   He knelt to Xion, placing a hand over his chest. “Let it come not from the boundless emptiness here, but from the seeds of dandelions.”

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remembering xion had been the oddest experience: ienzo had never FORGOTTEN her, as he himself had not existed when she had faded away; when he'd been recompleted, it truly had been like she had never existed at all. there had been no strange emptiness where memories of her should have been——as few as they turned out to be. ienzo had more memories of knowledge pertaining to the replica program and her creation before she had been introduced to the organization than he had of spending time with her in person.

he might as well consider this their first meeting.

“hello, xion,” ienzo says, and extends his hand in greeting. “it's nice to finally meet you properly. my name is ienzo——you may remember me from before, when i was called zexion.”

starter call.  / not accepting more! / @shenct