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cyarindraws:

Told ya.

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anime-blog123:

参戦おめでとう！！ by えぴか ※Permission to upload granted by artist. Do not repost/edit. Don’t forget to bookmark & rate!

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seansoo:

キングダム ハーツ コーデッドsoundtrack: dearly beloved

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↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway . . . eventually . . .

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nijuukoo:

Guess who had a lot of KH emotions during their plane ride to England.

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[[ it's tru you are a giant fUcking nerd ]]

   loOK WHOSE TALKING    ( hisses clotpole under     my breath )

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skater-brain:

The game tracked how scared they were? Ha! Could making fun of Sora get any easier? “Man, I’m only jumpin’ in your lap if I see you tryin’ to run away. I ain’t lettin’ you get outta this one.” He took the time to adjust his 3D glasses while the intro video played; he wasn’t the type to ever pay much attention to the story in video games, as long as he got to shoot stuff.

“Top left, sure,” he answered, aiming his gun in the general vicinity. Doubtless he would soon forget where he was supposed to be concentrating his fire, but if it made Sora feel better, he’d at least start out in his own corner. On the screen, the silhouette of a disgusting zombie creature slowly shambled into view “Pfft, izzat it? We could be walkin’ and this thing wouldn’t be able to catch–”

The monster suddenly scrambled forward in a mass of flailing limbs, its 3D maw verily jumping out of the screen towards them. Beat gripped his gun for dear life, depressing the trigger to shower the thing in bullets. “JESUS )#*&@ GODDAMN *^%$# (&)^## !@%)*^.”

“Haha yeah, those guys are total pa--ZASFF CRAP!! GOGOGOGOGO RUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!!!”

There wasn’t a good reason for Sora to be shouting, since the game controlled their sprinting pace quite admirably. The screen rushed past the first pile of mangled rotten flesh, blowing some rancid air in their faces as they want. Sora choked on the substance, grimacing but not willing to let go of his lifeline to hold his nose. “Guh, nasty!” was all he could choke out before the air cleared and the left the first wave behind them.

At the pause for the first check point, Sora finally let himself relax a bit, risking a glance at his player 1. “Not bad, for a scardy cat,” he grinned. On cue, the game flashed their respective scores for the first wave, announcing in a deep computerized voice:

Over Beat’s screen: “BALLS OF STEEL!”

And over Sora’s? “PISS BABY.”

[#street fighter]

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naturalcomedian:

When people who thought I was intimidating actually get to know me

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recklessbarbieklaus:

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

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420bronzi:

420bronzi:

Kingdom Hearts 

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brodachii:

I’m gonna buy a ps4 just for this

-Lulu

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princesselemmiriel:

Big Hero 6 in Kingdom Hearts 3, yeah!!!!!!

I knew it! 

Love, love, love, love (^///////^)

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dominimortem:

“No, not quite – it’s quite easy to mistake something like C for C sharp, especially for someone who’s not formally trained. I have a tuner, if you’d like to borrow it?”

“Yeah, that’s probably be for the best. Why do you have one of those laying around, anyways?”

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dominimortem:

“Perhaps it’s because you’re tuning it by ear?”

“But you would think I could hear it okay to tune it, right? I mean, it’s an instrument. It all goes by what sounds good.”

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arcanum-tempus:

“…Hmph. We’ll see.” He replied, a little teasingly. The other did seem to have an over-talking problem, but as long as it didn’t interfere with his work, it didn’t bother him exponentially. Besides, if it did, he’d be gone after a day or two anyway.

He nearly laughed a little at the sight of Sora being so excited over a simple view…almost. It  was strange, like the boy’s excitement was almost contagious… Wonderful.

“If you enjoy the view so much, perhaps you could sleep there tonight, Sora.” He shrugged, “I may have to work late, anyway. My couch becomes a bed, more often then not.” It was only one night, after all. He inclined his head when he heard Sora rambling about some lights, a common sight throughout the city, and sighed before walking over to the window, surveying.

“Dunno. Could be. There are concerts every night, though, so it’s likely.” He shrugged again, judging on Sora’s enthusiasm that, yes, he would want to go to this event, and end up dragging Xeha along. 

“…Not usually. Unless I have to, for work.” He explained. He’d written parts of his newest article at the coffee shop, before he met Sora, so he had no real event planned tonight to research for it.

“…Why? Would you like to go?” He found himself asking, “I would have thought you would be tired from traveling.”

Sora was quiet for a moment as he processed that, a stark frown forrowing his features. Who worked too much to enjoy the culture that burst out of the seams of every New York City street? And this guy was younger than him, too... that was probably illegal somewhere, and Sora couldn’t let the thought go.

“So let me get this straight,” he started slowly, leaning against the window. “You’re more likely to pass out on your couch from overworking yourself than from enjoying all of this?” he asked with a grand gesture to the skyline. A short laugh escaped Sora, and he shook his head. “Unbelievable. Okay, you may be free of me in a couple of days, but I would never forgive myself if I left you in this sorry state.”

Sora grasped Xeha’s shoulders, grinning like an overexcited devil. “We are going to hit up whatever that is, and then tomorrow I am going to make you a brunch so tasty you’re gonna cry, and then maybe tomorrow night I’ll be worthy of touching that treasure of a penthouse bed. Get changed into something more... collage-y, and we’ll grab some dinner on the way.”

With that, Sora strode out of the room, determined to find his best up-scale-but-party-ready attire.