Me, Myself, and I

The truth has wounded him deeply.

[frankiedfkun]

Aqua

[theotherpuppet]

Sorry I've been gone for so long. The past year hasn't been rough, and the final straw for it was the sudden departure/account deletion of someone I'd been writing with for a long time who I sincerely enjoyed the presence of. We hadn't exchanged any info for accounts outside of Tumblr and looking back on it now, that was such a silly thing to overlook. I am not sure how active I will be here again or if I will be active on here again. I don't plan to close the page any time soon, however, in the off chance the user I knew as keyofheats comes back. I'd like to get in touch with them again. They were really nice.

[theotherpuppet]

Does anyone know what happened to keyofhearts? I miss them.

[snarkleharkle]

[aniseandspearmint]

TURN ON THE SOUND. YOU CAN'T MISS THIS. THIS IS FANTASTIC.

[theotherpuppet]

@thegreyfacedbutler

Happy belated birthday ^^

[plumadot]

some boys who save the worlds!!!

[tenebris-lux]

Mina decking a vampire in the game Fury of Dracula.

[theotherpuppet]

@re-dracula Alt ending we could all appreciate.

[greelin]

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

[meilintheempressofdreams]

Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

[symbolblue]

uhh did i forget how time works or was the first post in december 2018 and the second in august 2018

[greetings-inferiors]

Reblog for time travelling $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

[theotherpuppet]

Still keeping an eye out in the vain homes keyofhearts will come back...

[theotherpuppet]

Does anyone know what happened to keyofhearts? I miss them.

[teardownheaven]

@theotherpuppet said: "You tell 'em, sport."

"You are too damn young to be callin' me sport, kiddo."

[theotherpuppet]

"And I'm too damn old to be called kiddo, ya lughead."

[koboldfactory]

Sentient weapon characters who betray their creator and go on to try to live happy peaceful lives in spite of their design my beloved

[luxmoogle]

₊˚⊹ ⋆⁺₊✧ Open your eyes..✧˖°. ₊˚.⋆

[silence-traitor]

Xion & Naminé in Kingdom Hearts III (2019)

[theotherpuppet]

He doesn't entirely relent when her chains take hold of him. He pulls against them, teeth gritted as strains and the links seem to groan in return. Neither entirely yields. Neither breaks or bends in a way that would see them destroyed. He wants to be proud of her, but the way she seems to taunt him doesn't right with him. That expression so unlike her. He'd hardly been one to treasure Namine solely for her prettiness, but the way she looked was so unlike who he once knew. He's chipping away at her, at the very least, the revelation that this could end the very person she'd wanted to save did something. He refused to let that moment go. "I can do that," he says, chains clanking loudly as he remains at a standstill against them. "I can do that, but... you won't like it. I don't want to die... I promised I'd protect myself this time, _and I will, b-... I-I don't want to hurt you." Then he lets one chain wrench his arm back and the pull of it makes him hiss. It feels like it came close to ripping it off entirely. With the dizzying dance the two of them have done, constantly switching spots and moving to try and bait the other, he's wound up within reach of the slumbering replica. So when his arm was jerked back he was able to reach out and grasp his other by the arm. He takes in a huge breath the same time the other does, and he shuts his eyes. He grits his teeth. He remembers it, they both do. Though Namine won't be able to see it until she adds her power to the mix as well. But she can still hear it. The slumbering replica let's out a rattling breath. Quick. Panicked. Like was just running and running and running with no relief in sight. Running to something or running from something was impossible to guess. He just sounded so tired and afraid. Then that haggard breathing that twists into a anguish sob. His eyes remain shut and his body remains aloft, but his mind is awash with something else. Some great, dreadful event that spills from his lips. "I lied!" He yells, voice cracking with effort as he gasps for breath again. "I-it's not okay, IT'S NOT OKAY! I lied! I lied, I lied, I lied...." He sounds frantic, hysterical. The darker copy who'd be engaged with Namine held back as the cries threatened to floor him again. He felt all of this. It was as much his as it was the boy Namine knew. The slumbering replica took another shaky breath before making his last admission. "... I... I-I am... afraid..."

[keyofhearts-deactivated20240229]

☄. *. ⋆ ┈┈┈ There are moments when Namine truly wishes... she could be a Nobody again.

How silly! How cruel she is to her own heart, wishing it dead--wishing she could cut it apart with her own pale fingers (red all over, red all over)....

There are moments like this one right now where she yearns to look upon them and feel nothing at all--oh, the bliss from emptiness! She hadn't known then how aching and painful a heart can be... a part of her wishes she could yell at him too--SCREAM CRY SOB--because why did he give up a chance at life for someone like her...? It should have been obvious before now that she likes to stomp on all her pretty toys...

( Even her heart. )

Her fiery anger is dwindling a little as she watches the dark boy that pranced so gleefully about her before now reduced to the status of another victim. Her sharp expression is crumbling as her chain links snag him here and there... he doesn't fight very hard against them--she wants him to! she needs him to hate her!--like he's merely resigned to this thankless role she's given him today... the same role she's always given him.

But then, abruptly, the dark boy's hand is snagged back too quickly--she lurches forward, raising a palm white with power to stop him--yet she's too late and her enemy has latched upon Riku Replica's arm--

Namine, reeling at the sudden agony painted over the slumbering replica's face now, shudders, numbly shaking her head as her hand begins to tremble--she manages to sputter a soft, broken, "W-What are you doing...?!"

And the sleeping replica, lost in an event transpiring behind those sweet eyelids, he begins to sob.

Namine didn't know such a new heart like hers could break this easily--she flinches back, a hand fluttering to her lips as her eyes widen so huge, tears dolloping there on pale lashes...

"I lied!" The restless replica shouts--his voice fills her mind entirely, until her own inner sorrow is looping with his resounding outside in the dark: "...I lied! I lied, I lied, I lied...."

( I lied! I lied, I lied, I lied.... )

She hates the way her old friend sounds right now--his tone jagged, panicked, too loud too loud terrified--

And without thinking for another second--shoving aside her emotions entirely--Namine runs forward, she snaps up a hand wide with sparkling fingers--

She pushes her palm right onto Riku Replica's chest--she gently splays her fingers over her dear, sleeping friend that she's only ever given nightmares to...

Tears are leaking down her face now, catching on her flushed cheeks, yet even so she presses up to him as her expression sharpens with angry resolve--

"Show me what happened here!!" She cries and there is pulse of power that reverberates beneath them, rippling the dark at their feet...

The darkness shimmers and wiggles, as if the ghost of a terrible memory might ooze out from its shadow to plainly reveal itself...

[theotherpuppet]

How was she so fast? He knew her mind was far quicker and cleverer than he was, but his instincts were sharp. He had always been the fighter in every ordeal he'd been dragged into. He'd been made for that and yet she just seemed to appear beside them. But he was too lost in the moment, wasn't he? So desperate for her to get a taste of what he'd been through- what they had been through- that he'd shut himself off to nearly everything else. Every sensation outside of what arose from his connection to her friend had been muted save for the constant stinging of her binding chains. Those same chains snap back as she issues her command, but no matter how they pull at his shadowy form they can't separate him from his other self. He's quite literally lifted from the ground he previously on but even as strain against his form he does not break their connection. It's not a matter of strength because he is not gripping as hard as he should to stay in this spot. He's just there, held together by some mix of sheer force of will and Namine's overwhelming power. But they continue to pull, even as he grits his teeth against the pain. They pull more and the shadows that make up his being start to come undone. They're pulling him to pieces save for that anguished expression and his hand, still firm on the slumbering boy's arm. And then he comes apart entirely. The chains snap and clatter together as the darkness that made him falls apart. Though there is no gruesome aftermath to behold from this show of power, something is still there. Thick curls black smoke stiff waft around them and while some settling on the remaining links of chain and dull their already feeble glow, more twist together and start to take form into some other, new shape. The dark boy's body oozes up from the ripple Namine started. He laid there, arms out stretched like he's floating on water. His face is set, neutral somehow. His position mirrored her replica's, so much that if he were to continue to float upwards their heads might brush. The dark wisps finally coalesced into a solid form and left a vague outline of a gate at the very edge of the space they stand on. Namine knew them well enough. After all, she saw them every day from her window in the old mansion DiZ kept her locked in. The replica is speaking up again from his place on the floor, addressing someone unseen to the girl. "Hmph. Death doesn't frighten me. Good riddance to a phony life." As he spoke, the replica Namine clung to wept again. More pained whispers of "I lied!" issued past his lips. "My heart was never real. I'm sure even what I'm feeling now is probably all fake." They both turn their head to the side, silent for a moment as another voice that belongs to neither replica echoes out from their memory. "What are you feeling?" "What happens when a fake dies like me? Where will my heart go? Does it disappear?" "It'll go somewhere. Maybe to the same place as mine." "A faithful replica until the very end. That's... okay."

There's a quiet that hangs in the air then. A painfully long pause broken only as the two replicas began to weep just as before. Slow breaths grew quick, loud, and panicked. They acted in unison, limbs trembling and heads shaking as if trying their best to deny this moment. Deny reality. They were dead. They were gone. Even though he'd told Riku 'good riddance' and that he was okay with this, for once his heart wouldn't let him lie. Who else was there to lie to anymore?

"I lied! I-it's not okay, IT'S NOT OKAY! I lied! I lied, I lied, I lied...." And then the dark boy sat up. He was the one who was apart of this memory. The one living the last moments of existence out again. The outline of the gate had long since faded and left only him. Alone. In the Dark. And the Darkness greeted him eagerly. With a yelp tiny claws plucked at his boots and pulled at his cape. Another Shadow leapt out of the murky depths and just narrowly missed his head. He struggled to pull free from them but they just grew more eager in their hunt and yanked him down to his knees into the endless nothing. He screamed. Another sound echoed by the replica Namine held close. He claws at the area around his knees to try and free himself, but then a hand gets stuck. He pulls again and only barely pulls it into view when a much larger set of claws roughly snatched at it yanks him down again. He struggled with his last freed arm and tried to call his sword. It flickered in and out of sight, too intangible for him to use it. He still tries, though the point sticks in the darkness like it was tar and he was left helpless and screaming as he was dragged further, up to his chest, in the Darkness. "PLEASE...!" He yelled again, reaching up for something. Anything. Wasn't this the part where the hero showed up? The daring rescue? The dramatic finish? Where was his aid? It was just like in all those story books back home and-- That wasn't his home. Those weren't his memories. With one last pained sob, his was dragged up to his neck. Then his chin. He tilted his head back to try and keep it out but the darkness leaked into his hair and into his ears. It invaded his mouth when he tried to scream. "Do you want some help?"

He was unable to answer as he choked on the strangling darkness, but his actions spoke well enough. If he did not want to remain here and be consumed, he had to take that hand. He didn't care who was on the other end of that white-gloved hand, because they were his salvation. This was the hero.

[kaban-bang]

[kaban-bang]

Today is the last day you can reblog this

[nessimaki-deactivated20141106]

[dialupmodern]

Babe, you okay? you reblogged “and we were nice to each other” like 12 times again