#thewindupgod

[positivity-for-the-rpers]

The nerd at thewindupgod has got a really good grasp on Zen. Just wanted to say that!

@thewindupgod

[clockloveworks-blog]

This is all you need to know about Zen:

[6:53:38 PM] Yume (The single Sora in a room of Xehanorts): knows every single event in human history [6:53:49 PM] Yume (The single Sora in a room of Xehanorts): is shit at long term plans

[bloodsplatteredmoon]

@thewindupgod

[~☪~] The others in the group had suggested that he remained on the island with them while the rest of the world was recovering from the Tragedy...

The few in the Future Foundation agreed with them on this...

Don’t leave the island, if someone that was against the Remnants of Despair showing up again found him alone, there was little chance they wouldn’t simply take him down...

He knew the situation, and it’s why he was adamant to leave and go along with this plan.

Mitsuru, once known as the Ultimate Heiress, had been the last one he spoke to while he was going to take one of the boats that had been repaired.

‘What is you want to accomplish out there?’

What was his response?

‘We helped bring the Tragedy like she wanted, and we only did so little by deleting Junko’s AI for good... we prevented things from getting worse... I want to have a hand in bringing her influence down for good.’

And then he left, with Koromaru at his side...

Not going to lie, it was strange finally seeing his pet after so long... from what he remembered from the simulation, he had been his pup size like he was before entering Hope’s Peak... now the canine was huge... the kind of dog you could actually ride on its back like a miniature horse.

Arriving on the shoreline, he climbed out of the boat, Koromaru resting at his side, as he gently ran his fingers through the soft white fur.

“There should be a city nearby, let’s go look it over, and see what we can do boy.” He pointed forward, as he got a small bark, and trotted beside him.

[niflheimqueen]

thewindupgod replied to your post:

[I have been in a foul mood all day for no reason...

*places fluffy things near you* ;; i hope you feel better soon

[buries herself in the soft things you're the best Yume <3]

[ruinincarnate]

“..... sometimes, I forget Dad’s a god too. He don’t do the whole scary thing like all the other gods I heard ‘bout. Dad’s too gentle ta act like a god, y’know?”

[bigbybxdwolf]

❚  @thewindupgod liked your smol starter call

🐺 — ❝ What the fuck is that thing?!❞ That was new even for the long-lived wolf’s standards --- it was like darkness was pouring, coming from every crack and cranny and engulfing everything, as it moved like a creature moved sorely on instinct, stuff out from nightmares given shape.

[chinpira-nyanko-archive-blog]

-Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours. [As a ghost or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

@thewindupgod

Like one of those Shounen Jump serials, trouble always came his way even if he minded his own business. Ever since he sorted out those punks outside his family store, the idea of ‘getting even’ had been blown way out of proportion and he’d find himself cornered in an alleyway once or twice a month.

Being in the Investigation Team, being with people who needed him, taught him how to be patient, that running away to avoid throwing punches even if five furious yankees were on your tail didn’t mean cowardice. Granted, the latter was a bit hard to swallow, and reflex plus anger often get the better of him.

Today was one of those days, and it was a bad occasion to toss reason and caution aside. His opponents were seven and counting -he was managing, but he was winded and his shoulder ached from having taken a blow from a PVC pipe (at least it was just plastic).

Said pipe was currently coming at his head, and he had an uncoordinated and lettuce-stuck-in-the-teeth-stubborn fatso wrapped around his waist. Shit, shit, shit. There was no getting out of this one. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, bracing himself for it. Whether he’d wake up in the same spot, whether he’d still be in one piece, whether he’d wake up at all -there was no time to think.

Suddenly, all was quiet around him, save for the pounding of his heart and his panting. When Kanji opened his eyes, he saw that his attackers had been frozen mid-motion, as if someone had hit the pause button during an action sequence on a DVD.

Run. Do it now.

He felt rather than heard the order -it was like a lukewarm mist touching his nape and spreading all the way down to his fingertips. As far as he knew, nobody in the IT had that kind of power. Was he supposed to trust the voice?

Kanji, run, now.

He did. Breaking free of the arms around his middle he ran, hearing only the rush of air pass his ears, his wheezing breaths, the crunch of his sneakers against the concrete. He didn’t stop until he reached the Samegawa floodplain. The grass was cold and wet with the dew of the early evening as he threw himself upon the slope.

It was so familiar, the voice. The way his name sounded in that serene timbre. There was a flash of something in his memory -the wings of a raven taking flight, or was it the tattered edge of a flowing cape? Was it the flash of burning jade, or was it a pair of startling green eyes? The more he tried to put a finger on it, the more the images slipped away. All he could do was close his eyes and wait for the adrenaline to pass away.

But inexplicably, his heart ached.