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Like this for a starter?

#[ out of paopu ; ] #[ if I can get active on Odette I can certainly get active on Kairi ] #[ just be mindful I'll be as slow as it comes ]

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Who let my uni schedule get out of hand. Me. I’m coming back soon. I promise. <3

#notice of an idiot #[ out of paopu ; ]

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bloominginbetween said: [ Did our thread get drafted? ]

Yours is one that’s in my drafts. ; w ; Don’t worry! I'll get to it asap.

#bloominginbetween #reply #outofpaopu

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{ out of paopu }

I’m probably going to bed in about twenty or so (it’s two am and I really should reset my body clock for university next week) but, if anyone wants a starter, can you please like this? They’ll be at varying lengths, depending on how my muse is feeling, and will be done as soon as my original drafts are out of the way. But since I don’t have too much on my plate with Kai, I’m happy to take a few more on. c:

Crossovers are welcomed, by the way!

#outofpaopu #tbd

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                      “…Using your head?”

                      While Kairi had been briefed on what to expect upon                       arriving to Halloween Town (Sora had made note  of                       the  strange denizens and their work for Halloween)                       she still  could not understand what  would  posses                       the  pumpkin king  to want to   bowl   with  his  head                       What      if      his      skull       cracked       in      t w o ?

                                              “Are you sure that’s wise?"

【♚】 - ❝Shall I quote some Shakespeare for you?                       It’s quite entertaining if I do say so myself.                       Or perhaps we could bowl using my head?❞

#skxllington #[ chat ; ] #this is so late plz feel free to bowl with MY head

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seashellpromise said:

THERE ARE MANY IMPLICATIONS. /MARRIES ANYWAY

i’m in tears with your attitudes, sis i’m /IN/ TEARS

#[ saved ; ] #what can I say I'm the best #;D ;D ;D

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                                    Cause we’re all just kids                                     Who grew up way too fast                                     Yeah the good die young                                     But the great will a l w a y s  last                                     We’re growing older                                     But we’re all s o l d i e r s tonight

#muse #musings

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                       Water droplets fell lazily from taut skin and onto the wooden floor below – expressing just how long the boy had stood in the rain and how oblivious Kairi had been to him before. But such little details were overlooked by the red haired girl, as was commonplace when it came to the protection and wellbeing of her best friends. She was the observant one; the kindest and self-proclaimed smartest one, too. But she was not without her own flaws. She was too hasty to run into danger and yet still too weak to save herself from the same dangers that Sora and Riku blazed through. As hard as she tried to match them she knew that they had years on her – years where she slumbered and waited on the island, dreaming of the thousands of stars that shot across the sky which she swore would point her friend’s home.

                       Indigo eyes were trained to his face, neck craned and expression softening only at the faintest smile that flickered across his face. These were the details that Kairi focused on; the emotions that she seemed to find herself in tune too. She didn’t know if it was because she was a Princess of Heart or that it was intuition, though she’d like to think it was the last and not some happenstance that had a reasoning. Not every trait or strength needed a reasoning, she thought. Confusion flickered across her own expression for a moment, a blank to what this pass entailed. But it was the second, slightly longer explanation that got her – and her eyes went wide.

                        “The mark of mastery… I passed.”

                       “Oh, Riku!” Kairi seemed to take his smile and double it; the grin on her face wide and gleeful as, without realising how damp he was, reached out her arms to embrace his middle. Small arms wrapped around his frame – tiny, out of place twigs to the solid trunk – and she pressed her head into him for that short moment where the water hadn’t sunk into her clothes. “I’m so proud of you! Have you told Sora – you’re so wet!”

                       Pulling back suddenly, it seemed only then that she realised just how long he may have possibly stood outside. Embarrassed at not realising his state sooner, and worried at what that might entail, Kairi broke the embrace she had to turn to the cupboard by the door. Since her parents were used to Sora and Riku’s ever-constant presence, provisions were always in place if they came in. Extra towels, sunscreen and insect repellent were but one of the many items in stock – one of which Kairi retrieved, but not before holding her finger up as a sign for Riku to wait.

                       “Here.” She retrieved one of the larger towels from the top of the cupboard, pushing herself up on her tip-toes so that she could pull it down. While quite obviously a woman’s towel (it seemed to reflect Kairi in cheerful depictions of sea shells and pink), it was one that her parents had bought when she was much younger that had seemed to swallow her. If she tied it around her neck she had a cape that easily stretched out behind her, and all three of them could sit on it when they didn’t want to get sand in their clothes. While it was still big for her, the contrast of their sizes was ever present when she gave it to the silver haired teen. Without waiting for permission, she jumped so that she could pull it over his head, holding the ends so he could take it and dry his hair. “You’ll catch a cold, silly butt – why were you standing out there so long?”

                       Still, Kairi couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. As much as she seemed to mother both Riku and Sora, she was just as guilty of certain actions as they. With that smile creeping onto her face once more, she took a step back so that her poor neck would spare the strain and gestured to her open kitchen.

                       “You should have told me sooner. I would have make a cake or something. Come and sit – I’ll make you hot chocolate and you can tell me how it went.”

          ғᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ sun he’d grown into a body that within it, he never felt like it was his own. Mighty battles against boiling sand with bare feet, wooden swords and split lips had given him the body of a boy far beyond his age. He was tall ( incredibly so, other kids often admiring that one singular, insignificant thing about him above all else ) and the tone and shape of his body were something admirable but far from understandable as he’d done nothing but live, live and eat the exact same way Sora did, the same way Kairi did, but he ended up being taller, stronger and therefore by default the world told him he had to be brave and brutal. He had to be the protector! The savior! The knight and right hand man his best friends needed and he had no say in it because from the age of fifteen he found himself in a body built for those exact things and there was nothing he could do about it. Of course, as he stands in the drizzle with strands of hair he’s too lazy to move clinging to his pale cheeks he’s thinking about this purely because he knows he still towers over the girl who any second now will open the door and he doesn’t want that. Riku’s thinking about the way he grew up and how the world spat him out with ideals and attributes in hope that it’ll help him accept the fact that against Kairi especially, he stands out.

     Maybe that isn’t a bad thing. The things that go on in that girls mind are no easier to understand than a sudoku puzzle so really he had no way of telling what she thought when she looked to the boy that carried her round for a year and really, if he could, would he want to? Would she think him weak and vulnerable for the mental abuse and physical torture he allowed himself to get dragged though purely because he wanted his best friend safe and sound. Would she think him pathetic for all that he gave up for her, for the friends he cast away to save just her and the pure light she basked herself in. Would she think anything of him or was he still just the little boy with rosy cheeks and a heart of gold that she grew up with. As much as he’d like it to be the latter he highly doubts it for she stared at him in his weakest form and watched as he gave up the body that he’d grown into just so she would have, a little extra time to run away. He could hardly remember who he was before all this and from the broken chains of memories he can string together of time in h e r castle and the realm his patched and broken heart was sent to when what was left of his body was given away, he doesn’t really think he wants to.

     Kairi’s voice echoed through the halls of her fathers home and with that, despite the rain dampening his mood ( and hair ) he smiles, rich and to himself for there isn’t so much as a stray bird out to catch the sight. Clearly her parents were home but what kind of surprise was that? Her father was the major and her mother did.. whatever it was her mother did and Kairi’s house had therefore always been the singular best place on the island for sleepovers, Riku’s home ranking second as his parents were welcoming and warm, caring towards the boy that’d all but become a stranger after two years. They’re parents though, and they still treat him like he’s their little baby. To which of course he acts like he hates when it’s in fact quite the opposite; half that challenge of coming home was greeting the two people he’d quite literally thrown aside just for freedom, and when they saw him, they cried. They cried and held their child close because they were parents, and to them, it really didn’t matter that their son had kidnapped seven princesses or almost blown up an entire island. All that mattered was that he was home.

     Seconds later, light pours from the hallway and she’s tugging him into her hallway, eyes narrowing as he’s certainly not used to this after residing outside her house for so long with nothing but dim lights and that from his phone to keep him company. You see, he’d stood out there for quite awhile before actually knocking; he didn’t know why. Her hands are soft against his own bare skin and he all but curses himself for noticing, mind lingering on the question, when he was two years younger would such a simple thing have caught so much of his attention? Probably not and the idea of all the change that could ruin or make person over what was really, such a short amount of time, scared him. Maybe he only noticed it now as his skin wasn’t as it was when he was younger and to himself he came to that conclusion as it made him feel less on edge. Really though, he knew he was paying too much attention to everything. He knew he was over thinking the look she gave him and how harshly she tugged against his arm. There was nothing out of the ordinary and Riku wasn’t used to that so his daring mind decided to make up a few more things for him to fret over.

     Almost cruelly, he was snatched from his thoughts, her voice once again causing a small smile not nearly as bright as the last to flicker against his skin though now, for an entirely new and different reason. In that moment he didn’t care that she had to peer up to him or that fact that he was damp and in dire need of a towel. All he cared about was the two of them talking and the words that sat on the tip of his tongue desperate to escape to freedom.  ❛I passed.❜ A mere mumble at first until he looked up, eyes meeting hers as his smile grew wider; brighter.  

                                                                                       ❛The mark of mastery, I passed.❜ 

#sxltskin #this took me so long plz shoot me #[ tempest ; ]

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BELLAVEUR'S 400+ FOLLOW FOREVER

Oh deeeeeeeeear! ;o; I have reached more than four hundred followers with Lightning, I mean— what even? How is that possible? And the most incredible thing is that people actually like how I portray Lightning and plan threads with me although I am so bad at replies and bad at this thing overall? Like… why??????????????? Lets make this thing something really really short because I have made this for you! ♥ So yeah, go check my message.

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(♔)┊: ❛ ｋｅｙｂｌｘｄｅ＇ｓ ｆｏｌｌｏｗ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ !

           oh, man, it’s literally about that time again. that time where people don’t stop posting follow forevers and you’re like ’ why did gen go & make a follow forever motherfuck ‘. it’s too late to back down, i made the graphic & you’re gonna like it. it took me five minutes. i got lazy so those dashes don’t really go around sora all the way. that’s ok because i’ll coil around sora instead. did you know that no one on tumblr will read the five paragraphs you put on your follow forever ? i noticed. i like you. i think your shirt looks nice. are your nipples on fire today ? they look fried. your arm hair is great don’t shave it. this sportsbra im wearing is not doing me justice. but that’s ok.

           but in other news, thank you for following me for so long ! i’m sorry you made that choice but ahahaha no takesy-backsies.

                     (♔)┊: ❛  sᴏʀᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ sᴘᴀɢʜᴇᴛᴛɪ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ;

i love these people a lot bc they would probably bite my elbow if i asked them to. .i wish i could send these lovely boobs a framed 10x10 of sora’s spicy brown nips. except sam would get a sorapillar. not a photo of sorapillar, but like an actual sorapillar. also you all smell. bad. what else can i write here. i appreciate you all a lot like if i had a yaoi hand like uncle, i would hold you all in it ???? yes ?? you’re all my shotas ♥

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the home biscuits that are always there to brighten my dash & make up the community i belong to. if it weren’t for you guys, i would feel lost & weirder than ever. all you owe me is interacting with me. interact with me. touch my butt. touch sora’s butt.

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                         “Uh-huh. Riku held the torch because he didn’t think we were responsible with it,” The princess began, a giggle leaving her lips as she followed behind her best friend. Her laugh seemed more genuine than his, but it was hard to say if she was a better liar, truthful or she simply did not notice his nerves. She never seemed to let on which one, however. “And you’d both psyche yourselves out when we were younger, ‘cause you’d claim there was a monster in here.”

                         There was something inside the cave, to be sure - but it was not a monster. Still, as they descended through the short passageway that opened to the dry air of the cave, Sora’s question caught Kairi unawares.

                         “Say Kairi… when was the last time you came in here? To the Secret Place I mean…”

                                                Did she dare tell him about the times where                                                 she would  sit  in  front  of  the  picture  trying                                                 to   d r e a m   up  the  spiky  haired  boy  she                                                 knew to be true, but she did  not  remember.                                                 Dare  she  speak  of  the  exasperation  --  ?                                                 The  angry  way  she’d  slam  her   tiny   fists                                                 against    the   rock   and   feel   so   useless                                                 because she  was  safe  on the island while                                                 the  boy’s   whose   drawings   scattered  the                                                 natural    halls    risked   their   lives   for   her                                                 continued safety,

                         “A long time ago,” she finally answered, the smile becoming a little softer as she ducked her head so that it did not bash against the hard roof. Once upon a time, the three of them could make now awkward walk without a care in the world. But their bodies were older now – their minds matured so much more than the innocence of years prior. These drawings, once little more than a pastime, were a reminder of what they loved and what they almost lost.

                         And now…? Perhaps what they strove to keep.

                        “I guess I never liked to come alone, you know? After I came back, and you and Riku went missing… it was so empty in here. I told myself one day I wouldn’t return until you came back. It hasn’t changed much at all.”

He wasn’t sure what possessed him to want to take her to the Secret Place after all this time. Was it just because he was feeling a nostalgia trip? Or was it for that other reason? He wasn’t quite sure. He hadn’t actually been to the Secret Place since that one time when they returned to the islands after the defeat of Xemnas. That was when he saw it. The drawing that is. He hadn’t really thought about it in quite awhile so when finally got back to the islands—back to home—he wanted to see it for old times sake. When he saw the added extra bit he couldn’t help but smile. At the time it warmed his heart, but now he was confused.

"Did we really used to bring torches in here? It’s been so long I can barely remember just how dark it would get in here after the sun went down. Hahahaha…"

Oh god he sounded so… fake. Why was he so nervous? It was just a picture right? I mean what if it didn’t even mean what he thought it meant? Sure he was really happy when he saw what she added to their drawing and sure it made him feel all tingly, but that still doesn’t really mean anything, right??? He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to know why she did what she did to their drawing, but at the same time he wasn’t entirely sure what would happened once he knew the answer.

Would he happy? Sad? Neutral? He didn’t know. Not unless he asked anyway. He quickly glanced back at the girl following behind him and gave a small smile. No matter what it meant it wouldn’t change anything. Not for the worse anyway. No they would always be friends and be apart of each other’s lives for the good and bad. Forever.

“Say Kairi… when was the last time you came in here? To the Secret Place I mean…”

#skyyprince #[ secret place ; ] #if I made any mistakes it's one am #8D

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                                                  ‘Don’t get close to anyone.’

                         They were the words that had been spoken to her by both Sora and Riku whenever she talked about exploring new worlds; the one piece of advice that was mingled between the chatter of far off places. It wasn’t because the boys were particularly cruel or that they used people but, when you traveled the worlds in the way that they did, it was commonplace to linger only for a short while. To get close to people meant that an appropriate time would have passed to be stuck in the world, and it was something that could easily tip the World Order. Other worlds were not supposed to know about each other – and denizens were not supposed to cross the borders. In order to keep the worlds safe, they had to be d i v i d e d.

                         A month in Fiore, however, and Kairi was contemplating the thought she might never return home.

                         It wasn’t that the place was inherently bad. The Princess of Heart had easily been enchanted by the world of magic and wizards, and the bustling streets reminded her quite fondly of Twilight Town. While she had done her best to remain distant to those in the guild that had ‘adopted’ her, she found the family atmosphere of Fairy Tail reminiscent of the bond she and the other island children had. Occasionally she found herself laughing along with some of the jokes or drawing close to one of the members, before she reminded herself that she could vanish the next day just as easily as she had come. She had arrived to the world on the tendrils of darkness – this much she had remembered – and it wouldn’t take much for it to drag her down or manifest into a being capable of destroying the world. There was a reason she was here, and she was determined to find it.

                         That being said, it seemed that this world was one of the few that seemed to easily accept she did not belong. She wasn’t entirely sure how that came to be (there were too many stories and not enough time) and many offered to help on the basis that she was far from home. She appreciated it more than words could say but, at the same time, it pained her. More than anything she wanted a sign – anything that told her that her best friends were looking for her or that there was a threat that she could eliminate to go home.

                         There was nothing yet.

                         So, as per normal, Kairi did her best to keep to herself. She sat at an empty table with drink in hand, indigo eyes fluttering up to look at the members before going back to a book she had found detailing light magic. When she had found it, the red haired princess had wondered if it had any references to worlds and, in particular, keyblades.

#jinaiohime #[ verse; FT ] #i hope this is enough for you to work with dearie! #[ lost heart ; ]

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                                                    Hook. Line. Sinker.

                          And it wasn’t that Kairi wanted her help in a malicious way – she just thought that bringing out a mischievous side of the both of them would forsake any hostilities that they had upon their meeting. She wanted to bond with Gemiya and, even if they weren’t the best of friends, be able to joke and interact with each other that wasn’t bickering. If a prank was how she had to go about it, then Sora and Riku would just have to suffer a little. It was all in good spirits, though. The three of them were known for their antics.

                          “Great! I have the money for the ingredients. I know there are apples at my place, but it might be a good idea to get a few more just in case we mess up. If you want to come to the store with me, I’ll get the chocolate and I’ll give you some money to buy the bag of onions? Sora and Riku won’t know what hit them!”

Hmmm… did she really want to do this? Of course she wanted to, it was a really good prank. The real question was… did she want to see it through with her? Of course not. One prank though… would do any harm? To anyone. There was many ways to do so. The boys could get mad at her, since Kairi would never do anything of that sort usually… leaving the brunette with all the blame. 

Decisions, decisions.

"…" Help out. This was her attempt to reach out, but Gemiya wasn’t too keen on returning the gesture. To accept or not accept? Gemiya had a bad feeling about this… but perhaps, this once… it was just her. Only one way to find out.

"Fine."

#passionatexmelody #[ prank day ; ] #sorry this took a while dearie!

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