#AND I NEED A FUCKING OOC TAG

[couch-house]

wanted to play with how blaze would fit into stc, so I finally got around to watching a longplay of sonic rush. i hated it. the writing made me so mad. so here's a couple fleetway blaze doodles and a LOT of "here's how i would fix this story" doodles

[nymdraws]

geordi and data read a 21st century visual novel

[sideblogdotjpeg]

have been thinking about professor sol even. professor bufo with no clearly discernable lesson plan. sol bufo ostensibly martial arts professor who spent two weeks running a yoga and meditation program and shows up to the next class with crochet hooks for everyone. professor bufo who is technically supposed to be assigning grades to students but hasnt given anyone less than an A because "i think they worked really hard and they did a great job :)" (referring to the ugliest and most malformed pot holder anyone has laid eyes upon in their life). professor bufo who is on his way to cluelessly kickstart the sexual awakening of about half the cohort of the academys new students. sol bufo adjunct professor who is gone half the year and his first class back is so immediately and easily baited into going into a long tangent about how cool his friends are. sol who is pretty sure hes easily the most useless professor on campus and almost cries when he sees his little desk overflowing with thank you notes at the end of the year. professor bufo absolutely fucking gloriously hot in the tightest little sweater vest because there were faculty complaints when he wore a crop top to class.

[captain-jimmy]

DAMN IMAGINE JIMMY GROUNDED LIKE A LIL KID LOL

IF HE TRIESIT ILL CUT HIS LWGS OFF

I am NOT a child. I will not be treated as oen

[knightwhoisni]

concept: unromanced eleanor as drifter's romantic advisor and wingwoman. how successful she actually is at this depends on how serious she's feeling.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

can i be so serious rn? i've never played a legend of zelda game but i'm unironically so happy for Blue Dog

[iamfuckingsorry]

So I know the fandom loves seeing young Kim as a punk, with leather jackets and combat boots and a million pins and patches and in general fairly anti-establishment and also somewhat openly gay at least within the community

And I'm not gonna lie I love it too

But there's also this idea that I can't get out of my mind, and it's Kim in what is called "epa-kultur" over here. 15 year old kids too young to have a driver's license or a car, but one of the friends in the group has six older siblings and managed to get one of those cars that are only supposed to go up to 40 kmph that you can drive with a moped license, but that can definitely go up to like 150 if you flip the right switches. It's 30 years old and absolutely shit but you all love it anyway. You drive around, a shitty speaker in the back playing terrible electronic music too loud to really hold a proper conversation while inside, nine kids packed like sardines sitting on each other's laps (one of the backseats is taken up by a speaker), ending up in an unused parking lot to get drunk on 3% beer. The car's broken half of the time but that just means you play bad music and get drunk on cheap beer while trying to fix it with random parts you got from a friend of a friend of a friend, always fucking up in some way no matter how hard you try so the car will inevitably break down again within a week. Until you eventually really do get fairly good at fixing it, and then you just end up checking all the bolts and connections all the time instead. And like it's definitely a small town/rural thing over here. It definitely would not be a thing in Revachol, and especially not in the part of Revachol Kim grew up in, where you're happy to have a roof over your head and food to eat and you're probably reasonably rich compared to your neighbours if your family has a car. And while it's very different nowadays especially with younger kids you could still get a lot of the ideas common in more conservative areas, about gender roles and queer people and whatnot.

And I just love the idea of 15-year-old Kim with a group of other kids like this, feeling a tiny little bit like he finally belongs somewhere for the first time, trying to figure out a way to get some money for a car part for his friend's car, drinking even though he doesn't really want to because that's what you're supposed to, casually making sexist jokes that make him strangely uncomfortable even though he doesn't really understand why, fully convinced the only reason he tries to find any excuse to spend time with this one guy that is so impressive and knows so much about cars is because it's the first time he's found a good friend, because why else would you feel this way about a guy

and then after a couple of years maybe he does bring up possibly feeling a certain way about men when he's a bit drunk and he immediately gets made fun of, and when he doesn't react fast enough and say that obviously he was kidding, eww that would be so gross, he gets called a hundred different slurs without hesitation, not just homophobic ones but racial ones too, and he realizes once again that there really isn't a single place in this world where someone like him could truly belong, no matter how it might feel in the moment.

(and then maybe he does get a leather jacket and some patches a few years after that lol)

[deadhearthotline]

Yuuji: why do they call it an oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food

Sukuna who didn't understand 75% of what he just said: ... ?? (incredulous connotation)

[idolbound]

if anders is a terrorist, so is meredith send tweet.

[astralfist]

A friendly reminder that since it is election day her in the US, if you feel the need to post about politics, please tag your politics.

Politics is a major issue everywhere, and let's be honest, it can be a huge headache, and not everybody is comfortable with wanting to get politically involved with anything.

That is all.

[ccaptain]

   heavy curtains are pushed aside, and the bright light of the sun pours in the bedroom.

   ' Good morning, Dr. Wuchlock! Rise and shine! '

   from the blankets, slowly and cautiously, rouses a figure: tousled salt-and-pepper hair first, a confused face with an opaque right eye second, a wrinkle in the pillow having been stamped in the skin of his cheek. nn hand clenches almost convusely at the bedsheets, the other hand confusedly going for his glasses-

   the stump of his forearm clashes with the wooded nighstand, making him jolt and groan in pain.

   ' Steady now, ' the young nurse is at his side in a moment, gently steadying the arm away from another trouble. glasses are placed on the man's face, hair carefully brushed away from his forehead.

   the man sighs. ' Thank you... Melany, ' he struggles to remember her name as if his mind was shrouded in fog. ' No matter how many years pass, sometimes I still like to pretend I have my hand... it's a bit frustrating, at times. '

   ' That's alright- very normal, doctor. Do you remember what this phenomenon is called? You taught me yourself! '

   another minute or so of silence. while Melany busies herself with straightening the blankets, the man slowly utters ' Phantom limb Syndrome? '

   ' Exactly! Nothing you can do about it, now- it is a persistant condition, after all, ' she chirps, pulling the blankets back from frail legs. ' But now, out of bed. I'll make you a nice breakfast, and then we'll see about the day, hmm?

   there's a somewhat sad smile on the old man's face now. ' Ah, Melany... what would I do without you? '

   ' Not much, doctor! ' she chides him motherly, playfully, an hand gently tapping atop of his head. ' And this is precisely why I'm here to assist you! '

 ' Steady now, ' Melany repeats, holding the old man by his forearms as she guides him to his deambulator. after a small intake of breath, she supervises him starting to move, and claps her hands once to express how proud she is of him for this simple, small feat. ' Now, slowly- to the table. Once you're about halfway through the room, I'll go make you breakfast, and still keep an eye on you! '

   ' Melany, ' he reassures her, legs gaining steadiness with each step. ' That's most unnecessary- this small walk doesn't tire me... '

 ' Just to be on the safe side, ' she answers back, keeping a watchful eye on him. true to her promise, once the item has carried him halfway across his goal, the living room table, she vanishes into the kitchen to start the food.

   as frail as he is, there's still some leftover determination in his old bones: steadily, step after step, he's almost there-

   a movement in the corner of his sight catches him off guard.

   there's a young man sprawled on his couch.

   cobalt hair have been woven in an high, elaborated ponytail, posture relaxed: a leg is elegantly crossed under the other, the realization that he's reading a familiar book and taking his time to read through the pages making him blink in confusion-

   blink. gone.

   the man is gone. the couch is unoccupied, uncreased.

   Melany's name is halfway out of his lips before he stops himself.

   there's part of him that grows scared of an home invasion- but interrupting Melany and worrying her is something the dying ember of his pride prevents a possible call for help. he's not yet victim of hallucinations- perhaps it's something else. perhaps he hasn't been sleeping well, and it's catching up to him. just that.

   with a sigh of mild frustration, he gains the upper hand on the table, safely landing in his chair as the scent of sizzling eggs fills the air.

   the vision fades into the back of his fogged mind, forgotten in favor of the promise of a good breakfast.

   ' Are the eggs good as every morning, Dr. Wuchlock? ' Melany asks, a cheeky smile on her face telling her that the answer is going to be the same as always:

   ' Excellent, and perfectly well-done as every morning, ' the old man confirms to her with a tremulous smile. ' you are very gifted: not a single time you have overdone them- though, I'd still eat them if you did, dear girl. '

   she laughs, cheeks coloring red with the carerfree sound. ' You're such a flatterer! Since I'm this much of a good cook, you better lick your plate clean, mister! '

   and how could he not? eggs and bacon, with a precisely toasted piece of bread. it's simple and filling, and delicious to boot. the old man has no need to be told twice. the plate is sparkling clean, having used the bread to scoop up the bacon-flavored oil from it.

   life can be good, sometimes. he leans back in his chair, listening to the familiar sounds of Melany humming and cleaning around the house, buzzing like a bee-

   ' Every time I come here to look at you, I don't know how to feel about it. '

   the foreign voice makes him jump, the fork clattering on the plate hard before it disappears under the table.

   the young man with cobalt hair abandons the couch, the book in his hand dangling between two slender fingers before he drops it to the ground. 

   an home invasion. for a moment, the old man is paralyzed to the core with fear- he isn't in his prime, and can't protect her from an ill-intentioned stranger. 

   the stranger moves towards his large cabinet, the one containing a myriad of colorful, differently shaped bottle of liquor. it has been a long while since his eye rested on it, and an even longer while since he sampled one- Melany strictly forbade him to drink anything other than water and some very diluted soft drinks to not aggravate his condition.

   the cabinet is locked- yet, with just a pressure of his finger over the lock, the glass door creacks open. gloved hands start rifling through the various bottles, an hand under each one with an unexpected care to not drop the heavier ones.

   ' My dad tells me that if I keep coming here, I'll never heal. ' a pause, the sound of words making the doctor tense up, on guard. ' But maybe I don't want to heal. I don't know. I'm conflicted. '

   stress turns into perplexity, an anciently buried doctor's instinct: the surviving eye scans the young man for any of the injuries that he claims he's not wanting to heal from, and finds none: no tears in the skin, no bloody gashes. no bandages. the unharmed home invader appraises a skull-shaped bottle, studded with little Swarowski diamonds, and blinks at it with what Wuchlock can only call curiosity. he has not stolen anything... yet. But it seems that the alcohol has his full attention. he could do without a few, for all those were worth-

   ' Perhaps... ' he starts, throat dry. a little cleaning of it helps. ' Perhaps you should listen to your father...? Surely, he's well intentioned... '

   the man stops any movement, going still as stone. it's the sudden expressionless, hard stare that pins the frail man to his seat, makes his surviving hand shake. 

   and suddendly the fog in his mind dissipates-

   his forearm grows numb and burns like liquid fire all the same. a trail of thick blood left behind him- a young, blond woman ishelped out of a septic tank, wrapped up in an unfamiliar dark robe, is tackles by a small, brown-haired boy as they both cling to eachother like lifelines. bloodshot, blue eyes look at him with nothing but hatred and contempt, judge him like many before.

   ' I hope this hurts, ' she hisses, holding her son close.

   Jakob has escaped their clutches. all hopes to the grasp they had on the blonde being to test on is now lost.

   all because of him.

   the demon with mismatched, empty eyes staring at him as he bleeds out on the floor- an expressionless face, hair wild and loose around it. an hunting, bloody knife in his hand. the one that hacked away his forearm, that still has his blood on it.

   ' Damn you and your kind, ' the wounded man hisses, tiles cold against his cheek before he lifts his head with the last of his strength. ' You ruined EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING, do you understand?! '

   it says nothing. it simply stares, unforgiving and unbothered by the explosion of anger, the other members of its group escaping behind it. and then, just as its about to turn, it utters the words-

   ' an average human male can die by losing from two and half to four liters of blood, ' it coldly informs him, before closing the heavy metal door of the experiment room with a calm that's deliberate.

   effectively trapping him in a grave of his own making.

   a familiar face...

   a voice reaches past his memories. ' No good morning for me today, Doctor? '

   another pang of recognition: they had this conversation before. one in front of the other, the biologist bubbling with barely contained anger and the being, indifferent and sarcastic. it feels like this stand-off happened ages ago.

   the name comes to dry lips almost automatical, familiar. ' Alberich? '

   Alberich stops his rifling through exotic bottles, turning to look at him. there's a faint, sourly satisfied smile on his lips that doesn't reach his eye. ' It always takes you a while to remember. But I'm patient- I have all the time in the world. '

   there's a whimper coming from the man, hunching down in his chair, preparing for the worst: a lash out, another one of his limbs being removed by force- but the young man simply stares at him, long lashes blinking before he resumes rustling in his private collections.

   Wuchlock doesn't know what to make of it. every muscle of his body is taut, trembling with every fever of his being. ' What do you mean- that it takes me a while to remember? '

   ' I come here every month, ' he explains, a shrug of bare shoulders as he perouses to his liking. ' Sometimes, you remember as soon as you see me. Sometimes, it takes you half a day- but I don't mind waiting, as I said. '

   this is the end of the line, is it? there's a sense of finality that Wuchlock can perceive, that makes his bones shake until his teeth are chattering from pure fear. he used to not feel fear, before meeting the being that was Kaeya Alberich. 

   ' Why are you here? ' he asks, pitifully trembling like a leaf. he's no match for him. he was never any match, and he should have expected it. 

   what he doesn't expect is for the Emanator of Enigmata to stop his actions. it turns to stare at him, seemingly lost in thoughts.

  ' I am familiar with the concept of revenge. ' it starts, then stops, and starts again. ' It implies that the person who has done a terrible deed gets... comeuppance. is this the word I could use? retribution. But I'm not a Galaxy Ranger, so the deeper meaning of it escapes me. Perhaps, one day, I'll ask one of them about it, and I'll have a more precise answer. '

 a non-answer. Wuchlock doesn't understand if he'll be executed, or if he gets to live another day. the insecurity and fear fuel his frustration. ' Alberich! ' he barks, and frosty diamond settle back on him at the display of the familiar tone. ' Enough of these verbal enigmas of yours! Can you never give a straight answer? Would it kill you to? '

   there's a long pause, eye leveling the other as Kaeya seems to have come to a decision on what to pick: a large bottle of whiskey, coloring it gold, one of the least elaborated ones.

   ' Schadenfreude, ' he speaks in a perfect German accent, almost as if another person was speaking. ' The emotional experience of delight at one's misfortune. '

   and then, he starts laughing.

   chuckling, more like. something rumbling in his throat, dark and foreboding with a slight curl of soft lips. he shakes his head, letting cobalt bangs hang from his forehead before he speaks again. something damning:

   ' Hannah has no intentions on forgiving you, ' it's explained to him, the curl fading from his face. no myrth or amusement left on it- just an hard stare. 

   ' But it doesn't matter how much I try to force you to aknowledge this; even when mutilated and lucid you're still convinced that you're the misurestood hero of the situation. ' another, dry chuckle. ' Then, this is the end that awaits such an heroic soul. '

when Wuchlock tries to respond, his throat is dry and tight with anger. he's shaking, his disabilities forgotten. 

   for a moment, it's back to the middle-aged biologist standing in front of a being with an hospital gown on, towering over him.

   Alberich seems so pleased with himself: his posture has relaxed considerably, pale diamond full of unspoken mockery. ' Cheers to the hero of the world, Edward Wuchlock, ' he lifts the stolen bottle, lips revealing a snarl of pearly white teeth. 

   and then, just as he has appeared, he's gone.

   he finds himself alone in the room, wobbling in place as the mental fog envelopes him once again: with numb surprise, he realizes that his hand is fisted impossibly tight and that his joints hurt, hurt even more when he slowly releases his grip on nothing and everything creaks and cracks.

   ' Melany? ' he calls, helpless and suddendly scared, terrified. ' Melany! Melany, please... '

   ' Oh! ' the girl turns to stare at the living room where the desperate, frail call is coming from, fingertips pressing against her lips to stifle a grin. ' You really put the fear of God into him! Last time he was just confused by the time you were leaving. '

   no answer from the cobalt-haired fellow on the open door, almost on his way: just a mischievous smile, a tilt of his head, and a better tucking of the bottle under his arm.

   she eyes it curiously, an identical tilt of her head mimicking his. ' Not that it's my business, but- why do you always steal one of his bottles? '

   a small chuckle does come out of him. ' It's fine to ask. Let's say that I have... a friend that really enjoys it. And it's not like the doctor will drink or miss any of this. It's less bottles for you to clean, ' he teases, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

   ' Oh, shush, you! ' a swat over his bare arm makes him laugh harder. ' Being his personal maid is a favor I'm doing to you- plus! I'm curious if you'll end up killing him, one day. The least you can do is damn right make things easier for me! '

   ' Okay, okay, ' hands are lifted in playful surrender, ' I will do just that. See you, and thank you very much for your help. '

   after a scoff from Melany, the door slowly closes behind him, his shadow being thrown clear across the living room.

   and, for just a moment, Kaeya Alberich towered tall as a king.

ITEM OBTAINED: The Bushmills '84: 'Even Dead Men Can Sing!' Dark Oath Single Malt Whiskey A collector's item originating from a far away planet, worth thousands of credits if left unopened. It is said that the punch it packs could reanimate a corpse and make it sing an old ballad as an ode to the taste- this is precisely what is named after. There are currently only 6 bottles scattered across the galaxy- one of which purchased by the famous doctor and biologist Edward Wuchlock, for the modest price of ████,███ credits.

[toaugment]

early days mh vs how he'll end up

the red shows the bits that are still organic ( although his spine is enforced and not fully original ).

as soon as he figures out a better way to get nutrients to his brain than what his original integral organs can do itll be all over for that remaining part of his torso. ( is what he says but maybe he just doesnt want to give up sweetmilk yet ). he doesnt have a fleshy heart any longer so the liquid that carries said nutrients is some artificial liquid solution. dont think about it too hard, okay.

[checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself]

this all being said I probably should watch Sevens or Go Rush one of these days. I know I haven't finished GX s2 or started 5Ds s3 and am literally episodes away from finishing arc v, but I'm allured by the confusing names I see looking at characters for making palettes

[the-thieves-gambit]

omg my regular depression and seasonal depression ganged up on my medication today and its been a wild ride. I'm supposed to be off in an hour until the 3rd, and of course management just dumped shit on me because someone decided to tell them i won't ben around and of course for some reason its my fucking problem now. what the fuck is up with life right now.

[bravevolunteer]

point in michael's timeline that i don't touch on enough? right after he got scooped. not the time he was piloted by ennard ( though i've always wanted to try writing that too tbh ), but after he regains control, wakes up on the sidewalk, fully realizes he survived and sees himself for the first time. i've written him having dealt with it for decades and being used to it so often but not as much the HORROR of when he had to grow accustomed to it. before he developed his tactics for hiding his appearance and the lies that eventually become secondhand nature. when the wounds of losing the life he got so close to having, his autonomy, feeling used/betrayed, and not being sure how human he is anymore are all fresh

[mysteryoftwilight]

What's the Deal with London in Kingdom Hearts?

I mean is that worldbuilding poorly explained or what? Bad jokes aside, I now need to steal people's eyeballs for a moment while I gesture wildly at inconsistencies in Kingdom Hearts, specifically KH1 but I'm sure the other games as well... which is completely strange and totally new for this fandom.

The main thrust of what I'm trying to get at is that both Edwardian London (if not all of England, which I'll get to in a second) and Victorian England (if not Alice's family's estate in Victorian England) are both worlds in the KH Universe with a second point that world travel is easier than the games try to present. I'm going to break this up into three main pieces of evidence, in order of importance, before moving into conclusions and fun things it means if I'm not misconstruing the evidence. Which is possible, I'm a fallible human being but I'm going to post this anyway.

{ the rest is under a read more because I'm not an asshole and this is roughly 3,500 words so it'd clog dash. You have been warned }

Main Argument: Edwardian London exists in Kingdom Hearts, and it is not connected to Neverland, and Victorian England exists in Kingdom Hearts and is not connected to Wonderland.

Okay kiddos, let's start with some important context and definitions. When I say 'Edwardian England', I specifically mean the era of English history from between 1901 to 1914. For setting the time periods of the worlds I'll be discussing here, I am going to assume that the Disney films roughly line up with the books they are based upon. This post primarily focuses on three worlds: Wonderland, Neverland, and Deep Jungle. As you'd guess from that selection, this is very much a KH1 oriented post and I'm sure we could probably dismiss them as being later retconned but I can't think of anything that directly contradicts them so...

Also I'm assuming that the Disney films aren't too far off from the original source material, so if they are uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sorry.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, to my knowledge, does not specify a date in the text itself but considering the background of it being written for an actual real-world child, I will assume that the publication year, 1865, to be the in-text year and also the year the movie (and by extension, the year Alice herself comes from in Kingdom Hearts) takes place. This places her roughly in the middle of the Victorian era (I know I defined only the Edwardian era before but this will be important for something else later). Pinning down the year for Neverland is slightly more difficult, as its source material is from two linked sources: the original play, Peter Pan: or, The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up, and the novel Peter and Wendy. The play was first debuted in 1904, while the novel (which is similar yet different) was first sold in 1911. Both are well into the Edwardian period, and I again cannot seem to find any confirmation of the date in-text so we're going by publication date again. Deep Jungle's source, the novel Tarzan of the Apes, does actually give a rough enough in-text year: Tarzan's birth parents are marooned in 1888, and the main plot takes place when Tarzan himself is 21, making the year 1909.

That effectively means that, roughly speaking, the London we see in Kingdom Hearts I at the end of Neverland (which is confined to Big Ben but we see the whole city below) could very well be the same one that Jane and Clayton (and presumably Jane's father but we never see him so make of that what you will) left to get to Deep Jungle.

Now that the concept is established and definitions clairfied, let's move on to my evidence for this and other Weird Things™️ that occured to me.

Main Evidence 1: Deep Jungle, the Union Jack, and the Globe

So, I'll start with Deep Jungle because it provides the biggest puzzle piece I think. I know that Deep Jungle will probably not show up again in the series, but it did in 1 and so it gets to be here. Deep Jungle is the second largest wrench into the 'world order' shtick they brought up in Wonderland (and then never again), because it is pretty clear that Jane & Clayton are not from the jungle. They have a camp, for one, and for two they are the only humans (besides Tarzan) in the entire world. Jane asks Sora if he's 'also here to study the gorillas', which mean her and Clayton came to the jungle / island / whatever it is. They also have more technology than the rest of the world would imply, a physical map of Africa, and, most damning for this post: a Union Jack on the flag pole. This means that, in the Kingdom Hearts universe, Jane and Clayton are English folk from England, as they feel the need to fly their flag. Moreover, the map of Africa (on the far wall of the tent with Jane in it) means they are aware of other continents from Earth.

Also an important note is that they have a globe in the base camp. I'm going to take this as further evidence of them coming from a place that is scientifically advanced enough to know what the continents of the world roughly look like.

Here's where things get tricky, though: how did they get there? As far as I can tell (looking over the dialogue from a script someone uploaded to GameFAQs so take it as you will as well as just generally looking around what you have access to in the game), they don't have a vessel that would have gotten them there, much less get them back. Did they come in a ship that just let them off there for a while, like the movie? Possibly. Hook's ship is able to do that, after all. Which just further puts a hole in the world traveling mechanics the series presented: how were they able to get their ship from England to the other world of Deep Jungle without them getting eaten by Heartless? Was their ship a gummi ship? Is Hook's ship actually a gummi ship? (Unlikely, it's too smooth and he still had it in Birth By Sleep, during which Gummi Blocks weren't a thing iirc)

Or are there other, safer ways to traverse between worlds than gummi space or the Lanes Between? Can you use a sea faring vessel to sail the Ocean Between and get to those New Worlds? Also doubtful but probably the easiest answer.

(Also, just to note because I can't think of anywhere else to say it and I thought it was interesting: Clayton's rifle is a double barreled rifle and, more to the point, a common hunting implement for gentleman hunters back in the day. The fact Sora can tank shots designed to bring down elephants is pretty bonkers. Clayton is also one of two Kingdom Hearts characters (internationally) to use a gun, the other being Barbossa in his fight in Kingdom Hearts II. Fun facts that only two people pull out actual gun-guns in the whole series... unless you're playing the Japanese version of II, then one of the undead pirate mooks uses a flintlock rifle, which is why their crossbows in the international version makes a gun sound. )

Main Evidence 2: Neverland, Big Ben, and the Absence of Wendy

Okay, so Neverland has appeared in other games so it holds a bit more water than Deep Jungle. Now, in KH1, I don't know why they call it 'Neverland', because it's entirely Hook's ship and Big Ben... which is in London. And seeing as, to my knowledge and brief searches through the scripts of Days and Birth by Sleep, they never bring up Wendy or London, and there doesn't appear to be a hint that it is otherwise connected, I am led to believe this is another case of characters that shouldn't be able to easily traversing beyond their world easily traversing beyond their world. Wendy was kidnapped as far as we're told in KH1, and maybe Pan only really met her when she was kidnapped by Hook. The bigger issue comes during the outro of the world, where Peter Pan straight up says 'oh yeah, just bring Kairi to Neverland when you rescue her!', as if it's completely normal to travel there from somewhere else. Peter doesn't seem to have an issue traveling the Ocean Between, and neither does Hook for that matter, but he's a villain so we could possibly handwave that as 'he was given those powers by Maleficent', who herself is a whole can of worms but this post is long enough.

Wendy proceeds to never be brought up again throughout the DS version of Days. I'm not sure about the manga, but I'm mostly focusing on the games so if she does uh... sorry, but good on you for reading the manga it's good. The point here is that if it was as simple as Peter says to simply 'remember Neverland and you can see me again', she probably would be some level of presence. I'll bring it up again in the Wonderland section of this post, but I think this solidifies that it is, indeed, a separate world: the worlds separate after KH1 and travel between them should be more difficult.

Now, there is the slight hole of the world map icon in both KH1 and Days having Big Ben on display (despite not going there in Days, but it seems to just be the KH1 icon flipped). I'm choosing to view that as a gameplay concession and a reusing of assets that didn't need to be changed, because otherwise we're opening another can of worms of how is Neverland two worlds connected like that? Most worlds in Kingdom Hearts are fairly uniform and aesthetically consistent due to being based on individual movies, and while that explanation would make sense, it doesn't account for Wendy not going back to Neverland and Roxas not going to Big Ben in Days (though that second one can easily be handwaved as 'fighting at the clocktower would've been a pain in the ass using a DS d-pad'. The only world that gets is kinda an outlier that goes against that sentiment is Disney Town / Castle, which is connected to the old black & white animations in the distant past (which we visit as Timeless River) and then the Country of Musketeers in the less distant past, but there's handwavey explanations for those. Other than potentially Wonderland, this would be the only world like this.

Speaking of...

Main Evidence 3: Wonderland, Victorians, and Implications

Wonderland is keeping me up at night because of one missable interaction in KH1. If you speak to Alice while she's in the cage while you're looking for evidence, Sora and co. will introduce themselves to her and they'll have the following interaction:

Alice: Who are you? Sora: I’m Sora. Goofy: I’m Goofy, and that there’s Donald. Alice: Pleased to meet you, though I do wish it were under better circumstances. I’m sorry you got mixed up in this nonsense. Sora: Why are you on trial in the first place? Alice: I should like to know the very same thing! Apparently I was guilty from the moment I took the stand! Sora: That’s crazy! So, where are you from? Alice: Hmm, curious. I can’t quite remember. You see, I found this mysterious rabbit hole. When I tried to peek inside, I tumbled in head over heels… And I found myself here. Sora: So you’re from another world! Goofy: That’s funny. Maybe you don’t need a ship, then. Donald: I don’t get it. Alice: What do you mean “another world”?

This, if not outright confirms, heavily implies that Alice is not from Wonderland. Which... duh, that's just kinda the point of the story. But in the context of Kingdom Hearts is very important, and highlighted by Goofy: it's possible to get to other worlds without a ship. Which, again, we see later: Dark Corridors, star shards, wishing on one's heart, the Power of Waking... these are the proof in the puding, but we'll circle back to that third one because Beast also does something that makes some major implications if you don't believe in Word of God.

But why is Alice so central to this post? Because, unlike Jane, Clayton, and Wendy, she's not Edwardian. She's Victorian, and removed from the early 1900s by 44 years. Meaning (again, assuming that the above exchange is meant to imply she came from her 'real world' into Wonderland, with that 'real world' being Victorian England) that there isn't one England in the Ocean Between, but two: one Edwardian and one Victorian. Even if we say that her family's estate is simply connected to Wonderland through a rabbit hole and nothing else, that still leaves Edwardian London (and again, presumably more of England but we'll get to that) as a separate entity. And, no, Alice can't 'just be Edwardian', because of one very big thing: her dress. Alice dressed in a animated approximation of a Victorian child's dress (more of her legs are exposed, meant to allow her to run and play as she is a child and there is more of a structure to the skirt, giving it a bell jar-shape look), which would be seen as incredibly quaint in the Edwardian period (for comparison, Edwardian children's dresses had less of that structure, with the dress falling more flat against the body. This was also reflected by adults of the period, but we're focusing on children so shut up. Also I can't really draw a comparison with Wendy herself, seeing as she's in a nightgown so historical examples upon ye.)

Now, I'll admit her not knowing Wonderland is 'another world' could sink the ship... if Alice in Wonderland didn't build in an explanation: she legitimately doesn't think she's in another world, and the ending of the story has her waking up from a dream. While in Kingdom Hearts this is unlikely (as the Realm of Sleep exists, and Wonderland doesn't seem to be a Sleeping World but hey maybe KH4 will say it is and I'll firebomb Square), it's completely possible that her wish to go to a world of nonsense brought her there while she slept... or she did legitimately end up there, following a world traveler (more on them in a tangent section because I don't want to go down another rabbit hole) and was sent back to her original world after the events of Kingdom Hearts I as she also doesn't appear during the events of Days.

(I'm also sidestepping anything that happened in X or Dark Road because I don't know what happens in them that deeply, so I can't wait for that to blow a hole in my entire point here)

Tangent: Traversing the Ocean Between

Okay so these are moreso side things I wanted to point out because I made a point about the rules of world traversal making no sense and I wanted to further highlight that the World Order is, in fact, real fuckin' dumb. These are just rapid fire points tho I'm not going crazy over it.

1. Beast and the power of being a simp — Hollow Bastion has a lot of things that Break the Rules™️, but the relevant one here is that Beast survived the destruction of his world, somehow didn't get consumed by Heartless despite having a Heart full of Darkness, and just... wished real hard to get to where Belle was taken. Nomura later walked that back and said that Beast used a Corridor of Darkness, but that makes less sense because if you're not wearing the Anti-Darkness Drip™️, you get completely drained of vitality and probably become a Heartless. Either way, that seems like it shouldn't be something just anyone can do, but no one comments on it so I guess it's not overly weird.

2. Hook's Ship — I feel like we don't talk about how Hook's ship can just... sail the Ocean Between with seemingly no issue. It literally just rams Sora's ship and captures them right out of space. Again, it's not commented by anyone as an odd thing to happen, so is that just normal? If the Islands didn't get destroyed, would Sora, Riku, and Kairi be out in the Ocean Between? You evidently don't need to breathe out there, because you're on Hook's ship's deck and outside the Mysterious Tower just fine... Unless it's Spelljammer rules, actually. That could probably work, actually...

3. What does unlocking the paths do, actually? — I know it's just a gameplay mechanic to keep you more or less knowing where to go at any point in time, but in-universe it seems like you only need it if your preferred method of travel is a gummi ship or Keyblade Glider. I mean, Hell, the Guardians of Light have their own answer to corridors of darkness, as seen in Birth by Sleep and the mobile games.

4. No One Cares Your a Duck and Dog and that's also weird — No one ever points out that there's walking anthropomorphic animals with Sora. I'm willing to ignore it rarely coming up (the only instance that sticks out in my mind is Minister Frollo, who was desperately close to using a slur) that Sora has weird fashion, but I'm pretty sure Donald and Goofy would turn heads in like... a good number of the worlds we visit? Like. Are anthros a common sight? How are they getting around? Or do people just assume they're related to Moogles? What the actual fuck does your average denizen of Port Royale think of the humble Moogle? They're shopkeepers that operate through holograms and that's weird.

So we have established that the World Order is bullshit and discarded for good reason. Let's move back to my main point.

Final Evidence: Worlds are Bigger than Seen in Game

This is kinda a given and more than a little obvious, but I thought it worth highlighting. We can't land on the streets of London when we visit in KH1, we see more jungle in Deep Jungle but again, can't go that way. Twilight Town apparently has access to a beach that we straight up never see. We don't go through the Imperial City in the Land of Dragons to get to the Imperial Palace, despite it being visible from the mountains and checkpoint. Scala ad Caelum has a bunch of areas we don't get to explore, even in ReMind... you get the picture. I'm not using that to dig at the games; they're games at the end of the day, and a 1:1 recreation of a realistic setting or areas that don't have anything going on aren't fun to anyone but people like me who enjoy verisimilitude, but even I say that there's a point where it becomes completely redundant and not fun. I'll fill in the blanks myself because it's fun to me, but I don't expect a game not about simulation to do it.

I bring this up to highlight that it's impossible to say if the London we see at the Clocktower in Neverland is all there is to that world, or if it's more of England, or even the entire United Kingdom. Because the rules are so flimsily established and so quickly discarded within the games themselves, I'm left gesturing aggressively to an unsolvable mystery. While my personal headcanon is that each 'world' is roughly the size of a dwarf planet, I obviously don't have any evidence to back that up. It also falls apart because it doesn't answer how their suns work, because how do they have suns?

Hell, KH4 could introduce a world themed after Treasure Planet or even Star Wars, and then we're really fucked because they're in space. Do we make every world something like the Spelljammer Crystal Spheres, where each world has its own solar system but from an external viewpoint you only see the important location in that place? That'd probably be the cleanest solution, but it doesn't feel right.

Conclusion: There are no Rules, Put a Three Kingdoms Period China World in Your Fanfic so Sora can interact with Liu Bei or something

In review, it seems like there aren't any hard and fast rules for what can and can't be a world. Every major historical period for every culture under the sun and every story ever could be its own world, as evidenced by Alice's Victorian England being in the same universe as Wendy's Edwardian England. It also doesn't seem like there are as many hard boundaries between worlds if you know how to do it: Alice came to Wonderland by falling into a rabbit hole that connected the two, similar to Gates in something like old Forgotten Realms lore (or folklore but I've already leaned into old D&D lore I might as well go all the way), Beast either simped his way to Hollow Bastion or used a Corridor of Darkness, Hook's ship can just Do That with no given explanation. Hell, we don't even know how Cloud gets from Olympus to Hollow Bastion (presumably from wherever he ended up after fighting Sephy but I'm not even 100% if that's canon).

So, ignore what purists say, put anything as a world in your Kingdom Hearts fanfic and it'll fit if you handwave hard enough. It's the ultimate isekai, you don't even need to involve god-like beings. I myself have added a Sengoku Jidai world to my fanfic and no one's any the wiser /j

...I feel like a KH Musou game would fucking slap, though...