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Always an angel never a God

Yes Sadako!mc would be friends with Idia and little Ortho being happy that his big brother has a friend! He would also call Mc older sibling and totally want the two of them to get together so older sibling and big brother are never alone!

sega sunset ◦ kh

sora and strelitzia with a GN!player in Quadratum. ( headcanons + drabbles, bullet-list, found family dynamics ? ) warnings : wrote before the release of KH4, might contain spoilers and incoherences with the upcoming games. notes : Hi anon ! I unleashed myself on your request, I think it might be too long for just some headcanons but anywayssss…… I added some drabbles for context, fluidity and fun, hope you don’t mind. I really enjoyed your request and I hope you will like it to, writing it has been refreshing ! Take care, and don’t hesitate to give me a feedback !

anon asked : “hihi! i’ve got a KH request :) setup: reader is the player from khux somehow brought back to life, showing up in quadratum alongside sora. they only somewhat remember their time during khux, but it’s hazy, and they struggle to summon their keyblade (at least initially.) may i get some headcanons for a sora / player!reader / strelitzia trio? bonus points if the reader becomes an older sibling figure to sora! please and thank you :)”

The first thing you heard was the deep breath you took, as if you were freshly born and you tasted for the first time the world around you. Then, came your heartbeat echoing in the deep of your ears, drumming against your chest, encaged under your bones. Lastly, you began to feel your fingers and hands ; toes and feet ; legs and arms. You moved it slowly, waking up from a sempiternal slumber - at least you felt like it. A slight pinch of pain slided across your nose bridge and forehead as you understood what happened when you woke up.

You fell on the floor, face facing the ground, kissing it roughly. A great manner to wake yourself up !

While you groaned and tried to stand up on your knees, you flinched. A harsh ache throbbed in your stomach, you couldn’t stretch your body anymore. A silent, troubling, trembling grunt escaped your mouth ; you didn’t even pay attention to the footsteps coming closer to you - mist surrounded you, you couldn’t even open your eyes correctly. And you collapsed again, but fell asleep again. You vaguely heard two persons talking, and hands handling your body back to somewhere soft and warm ; the softest one made your head spin in every places. Your eyes closed abruptly, and you sighed your last conscious breath for now, until next time.

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switch up your verbs (part one) ~

walked - hiked - moved - shuffled - toddled - sauntered - ambled - tiptoed - meandered - strolled

laughed - chortled - chuckled - giggled - snorted - guffawed - howled - snickered - shrieked

wanted - ached for - wished - craved - coveted - fancied - pined - aspired

ran - sprinted - galloped - scampered - bolted - trotted - dashed - raced - jogged

jumped - bounced - hopped - leapt - hurtled - vaulted - barged - bounded

CAN WE *stumbles* C-can we *gasps* OMG *trips* *coughs* CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS

"Giving up already?" *dies*

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The Sculptor

When you live for centuries, you can see the extremities of time flowing around you. Your skin never fades, but your mind is always scratching itself with wisdom. Like sandpaper, it whittles just the top, things that aren't important to have. You find yourself carving out memories in wood and writing conversations in books. You convince yourself of the immortality of the written word, yet fail to recognize the wilting of paper.

Did you forget who they were? Who you were around them was different than who you are now. Your mind lives with termites and book worms. Faces crinkle and crack as time gives their once youthful faces wrinkles. Even fire is dangerous. Burning through a library of stories told only by yourself.

Did you know when you were young? As time speeds by, their faces get harder and harder to remember. Once they left you, once you left them. The pictures in your mind only remained for so long. Sure others could speak of them, but what happened to the words of the story? Twisted after every passing. Will they even live in the future?

You may be infinite, but your mind will forever be landscaped. Soon you will look in the mirror, and see a different person than you ever were. Your eyes are almost the same. But they’re scared. What you see is different from what you saw when you were young. Were you ever young? Or have you been stuck being fleetingly curious.

You look in the mirror at your own reflection, your own perfect body. And realize, you’ve changed. You may have forgotten them, their words barely living on paper. But you’ve found yourself able to move on. They’ve helped you through life, and living forever has never really helped anyone.