#forgetnnenot

[angelusism]

✐

an everyday note

Hey, Naminé!

    Look, I found this flower and it reminded me of you! It’s pretty nice, huh? I was gonna give this to you myself but I had to run out! But when I come back I’ll show you where I found it so we can get some more!

           - Rinoa

[steamed-artichoke]

☮♦♖

☮ - friendship headcanonGiven that Elphaba scares so many people away, it is not often she makes friends.  So, when that does happen, she can become almost hyper-attached.  To this point, a lot of people seem to think she is in love with her friends, when in reality, her friends mean so much to her that it seems over-the-top to most.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanonIn addition to reading, Elphaba enjoys some writing as well.  Nothing terribly serious, or anything she would show to others, but it was a way she could unwind when things were stressful for her.

♖ - for a childhood headcanonBefore becoming jaded (no pun intended), Elphaba continued to hope throughout her childhood that people would stop seeing her green skin as something scary.  She wanted so badly to make friends as a child, to have any sort of connection outside of her father or Nessa.  It took her a number of years to understand that most first meetings with people would end similarly.

[toomanyhopefuckers]

To Break a Blade [ Namine and Vanitas ]

The moment he'd been released, Vanitas bolted. He didn't know where he was, but damn if that would last had he any say in things. He wasn't the type to just be moved; no, he made things move. He knew things. He had a fixed point in mind and wrecked entire mountains as long as it meant getting one step closer. This place was just a detour. Vanitas had no idea how he'd come to be here, or why.  He could smell light a mile away, however, and took that as initiative to map out the area. He finds himself spending most of his time in Tomorrowland; it's an easy place to hide that isn't as bright as the other more obnoxious attractions. But soon, even that grows tiring and Vanitas is migrating again when he catches wind of somewhere of much more interest. It's difficult to cover as much ground without the aid of the Unversed, but many here were just chatty enough to benefit from. There's something irritating about the voice coaxing him into the labyrinth. He follows for the sake of it, for promised answers and perhaps access to more of his lost power. He's skeptical, but it's the first lead since he arrived. And it isn't as though anything here could pose a threat to him. But soon, even Vanitas is stupefied. Irritated, testy. It's getting the best of him, and he knows it. It's a strange sensation, having his essence poked and tasted like some sort of entree. He could feel it like someone far too close, right in his personal space. He has since heard his master--but it couldn't be him. He knew then that this place had some illusionary properties and put himself on guard. Xehanort wasn't ready yet; there was no way that old geezer was here. And he was far too crafty to be caught by these fools.  ...not that Vanitas would ever admit to having any faith in him. After all, til the end he'd insisted on pursuing...that thing. And Vanitas knew all too well how that had gone. No, he only had faith in his master's ability to shield himself from harm; otherwise Vanitas spared no thought for him.

It was easy to ignore his master's berating; sharp lashings of "you're an abomination, you're incomplete, imperfect" had long since ceased to have an effect. It's when the walls leading him begin to change into mirrors that things become interesting. He first sees himself, but without the sanctity of his mask. Vanitas has to stop, to touch his face just to make sure the mask was still there. Another illusion. He blinks, lips pressed into a thin line as he attempts to ignore it--his disgusting face, unable to disguise what he truly was; if he was afraid, you could see. If he was angry, it was obvious. He hated it so much. At first, it was a minor annoyance. Vanitas is practiced in willing himself numb; otherwise, the sharp agony of destroying the Unversed--invariably parts of himself, would make him break too easily.   Still, time does eventually begin to erode his resolve. Irritation alone felt like pinpricks on his skin; the normally repressed feeling of vulnerability made it harder to breathe. When his cool exterior cracks, so does a mirror as Void Gear is sent crashing into it. Vanitas continues his journey onward, the reflected face tight with wordless rage. He refuses to be bested by this, but being reminded of what he chose to ignore for so long was infuriating.  The further he walks, the stranger it becomes. Now he not only sees his face, but something more familiar. It is inhuman and revolting; it's the form he took before he adopted this face--black, with three red eyes and lips twisted into a scream. He is able to ignore things for now thanks to his training (and these were meant for those with a normal heart, so he has some resistance), but he's wearing thin very quickly. Another mirror shatters.

[tsukiyums]

❂ ∇

❂ What do they miss most about where they were before? Does your character believe they can make a stable life here?

ahhh well i would say kaneki kun rn but he’ll soon find out that he’s actually here too. So in the end, he doesn’t really miss it. It’s not like he formed an attachment to it anyway - he’s much more interested in this new place than he ever was about tokyo and all it’s districts. And yes, he’s très confiant that he’ll make a good life here.

∇ Will your muse try to escape, or do they not mind going with the flow? Have they already tried to, and failed? Do they view this fate as in an optimistic or pessimistic light? Do they care at all?

this has been answered here! 

[corrivalis]

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To: Naminé | From: Riku[Subject line] No Subject

He wrote my name on his dick, took a picture and then said "this has your name written all over it!"

[keywield]

[Text]: LUCK. I MEANT LUCK!

TO: SoraFROM: Kairi

��           [text] did you just swear at me??            [text] i’m just really shocked right now. please give me some time to think.

[ten minutes later]            [text] btw i was just kidding you know. it’s fine :p typos happen

[kiddanchou]

☪ ❂

☪ Do you predict a great change in your muse in the near future? (ie. Have they visited the Haunted Escape, or are they roomed with someone potentially detrimental/positive that’s a contrast to their personality?)

sWEATS um well she’s not particularly fond of amusement parks. or haunted houses so i can see her freaking out a lot more than she normally does. all that stress….. but not a really huge change i guess. she has her friends around and they’re what keep her together and her roommate…although not necessarily like her at all isn’t someone she hasn’t really dealt with before.

❂ What do they miss most about where they were before? Does your character believe they can make a stable life here?

um she misses not having to live in an amusement park?? with no way out?? with haunted houses and rides?? not that she’ll admit to that. and a stable life? well….maybe. but right now she’s just hoping to get out of here soon. find all her friends and get the heck out of here. im sorry but this is not ok

[angelusism]

✉

To: NaminéFrom: Rinoa! ♡

[txt] Can I come over? I respect you, but I want disrespectful things to happen

[angelusism]

✧; To Tomorrow || CLOSED

The idea of heading back to her room to relax hadn't crossed her mind.

There's no way she could do that, not with so many new things to explore and look at! Not only that, but she knows that if a seeD was here, they'd want to have a look around, too, to see what's going on and if there's a way out... Or something like that.

While Rinoa isn't nearly as professional as them (or at least, one person in particular), she does realize that she can't stay here forever... In fact, she doesn't intend to! But she does just want to look around for at least a bit, if only to satiate her curiosity and perhaps calm her nerves as well.

So somehow she finds herself at the place called 'Tomorrow Land', which is very... Eccentric! There's so much weird technology at work here that the female can't help but look on with hazel hues full of wonder... And perhaps excitement as well. Wasting no time in dilly dallying, the teen runs over to the nearest stand, examining it with a tilt of her head and a smile on her face.

Wondering what other sorts of things were in store for her in this particular area, the raven-haired girl swiftly turns around... Only to spot someone else in this place as well. They look a little fragile to Rinoa and more importantly, she seems to stand out from everything else around here...

Oh! Maybe this is Rinoa's chance to protect someone else (if she needs it)! It simply wouldn't do to be the leader of a rebellion faction and not be able to fight and protect someone else, right? And she wouldn't be alone either... "Hello!" she waves to the other female, a bright smile on her face. "This place is really something, huh? I don't think I've seen anything quite like this before!"