#valorxdrive

[vintersang]

RANDOM CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

repost, don’t reblog!

animal - arctic fox

colour(s) - shades of purple and blue

month - december

song - writing on the wall (blackmore's night)

number - five

time of day - night

plant - purple heather

scent - old books

crystal - white opal

season - winter

place -  a forgotten library

astrological sign - capricorn

astrological house - tenth

astrological planet - saturn

element - water

musical genre - classical

TAGGED BY @historiavn (Thank you so much for my first tagged game, Callie! <3)

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[wintersovereign]

"I don't care where you're going ---just take me with you. I can't take it anymore. The meetings, paperwork, meaningless chatter with dignitaries, and Gerda's calendar. Please, Sora. Save me."

( @valorxdrive )

[catncore]

❝          ahh,  sorry  boss.  you  jus'  missed  j.        ❞          joshua  was  known  to  up  and  vanish  on  his  own  whims.  perhaps  it  was  because  sora  was  here  that  he  decided  that  they  were  due  for  a  game  of  tag.  hanekoma  was  skeptical  at  best,  that  it  was  so  well  timed.  he  had  ways  of  narrowing  down  where  the  composer  vanished  off  to,  but  sora  would  have  to  put  in  some  work  if  he  wanted  to  find  him.  

the  older  man  leans  on  the  counter  to  give  the  islander  a  good  once  over  before  flashing  his  signature  sheepish  grin.   ❝          you  look  a  bit  lost.  why  don't  you  take'a  break  for  a  bit  before  you  head  out  again.      ❞ ★ s.c ★ @valorxdrive

[beforecreation]

"Hey, Lord Beerus? Would it be okay if I picked your mind about something?" Despite the gravity of what's to follow, Sora's posture simply looks a little too carefree. "I've no doubts you run across it before, but what's your view on the Darkness? Despite how it runs in all Hearts-- Do you ever get the impression that there's something alive as a part of it?" Was it part of a primal force gaining sentience? Has someone stepped too close to a possibility of conquering it?

"I must admit, it's been some time since I've been asked my opinion on such a thing- at least without a follow up request for its destruction." He'll internally note that Sora had been a bit bold coming up to him with such lax behavior, but the deity of ruination was in a calmer mood today. Luckily for Sora, Beerus would entertain the question without fussing this time... Though the next time might not be so pleasant.

Darkness and destruction, both were innate fears to most than only very few chose to accept. Neither were viewed as anything good, and yet, every being was capable of containing darkness or causing destruction, no matter the scale.

"Darkness is viewed as evil, nothing but hate. Something to run away from no matter what the cost. But like it or not, it is within everyone, accepting that fact would allow those pious ones to rest easier than being a blowhard about it, they'll burn themselves out trying to extinguish it."

As for the second question, it was most curious. He confused as to why Sora would care if Darkness was alive, did he feel empathy for it? Was he concerned about what it may want? He certainly did seem like one of those bleeding heart hero types, but a destroyer had no use for rumination on such things. He merely shrugs at the thought as he opens his mouth again.

"In one sense, you could consider it as alive, but in the end, it doesn't matter if it's alive, or even if it is actually capable of thought. It's used as a weapon, and so the wielders of said weapon are the ones you should be thinking about. You attempting to understand anymore than that would be a waste of time, wouldn't it?"

[ikarosxflight]

@valorxdrive @piousolus

Oh, he's been watching and enjoying these Aqua bully hrs. In fact, he might just join in! Why it would be a disgrace to his title and status not to join in and mingle with fellow Warriors of Light.

"Now, this is a party-icus!" And it's one that he's happily inviting himself to. "He's got a point, ya know. You have a very nice, strong, and flexible back, Master Aqua. Mind introducing me to your friend?"

[thuganomxcs]

Traverse Town..a place he’s not even familiar with..however, once he looked at his reflection from the store’s window he was even more perplexed. The person staring right back at him was a stranger.  ❝  𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭..𝐦𝐞?   ❞  He asked softly, a hand gently touching his cheek. “If this is me..then..where am I?” The store was currently closed but the streets were bustling with activity..he’s wondering if walking into the crowd would lead him to someone that knows his face.

liked for an amnesia starter / @valorxdrive

[pomniegranate]

Wish my brain would let me reply to @valorxdrive and @pumpkinhcad ... because I really want to get those threads going. 😭😭😭

[reginrokkr]

✦ @valorxdrive asked: "So, how's it feel?"

In that land known as Teyvat, somehow the beyond became a source of the forbidden and ambition all in the same. How there were tethers to that world all too similar like a Heart, as if multiple forces were slowly transforming it to a point where it was a chalice of both power and authority. Truthfully? He hadn't expected to meet Dainsleif so soon after the Laws after him had swept him away. Without a goodbye no less. Now here they were, settled in that 'gray area' that works adamantly to border countless realms together. In a way, the place almost feels a touch too familiar to Sora, with how grassy pathways soon gave way to luxurious looking night skies, and sand akin to stardust itself. Somehow, this place felt real yet-- not?

It made his brow furrow despite keeping his attention on Dain. "Was travel a big thing in your plans when it was all said and done? You look a lot.." How does he spin this? It takes a moment to put the weight of this into words.

"At ease."

This place... Bizarre would be the best descriptor Dáinsleif could attribute it. From the outside, it is just an ivory castle that holds no further importance than its pristine exterior. For those well-versed in the threads of spirituality, however, there is a strange pull that brings everyone here like a siren's call. To the clear eye it isn't any more grandiose in its interior than it is in its exterior: white everywhere they look with subtle decorations truthfully pleasing to the eye. But what lies behind every door... it is no exaggeration to say that it is the entrance to a new world. Or rather, like visiting the manifestation of memories.

Not so dissimilar to how Irminsul's bones work if one were to apply a little of imagination in viewing someone that begins in their mind and which is given birth through the Ley Lines resonation. Or that cosmic tree whose every leaf is a new world on its own. That is the best way he would put into words as to what this castle behaves like. Even so, there is something mysterious about it that sparks his curiosity, inviting him to delve farther as if he were in a treasure grove.

If things couldn't get any stranger, the reunion with an old friend sure seals the deal.

A companion lost in the claws and fangs of a merciless order of an usurper god playing house in a world where they had failed to do in another prior to their coming to Teyvat, stripped from his true essence and punished to powerlessness where otherwise his radiance would contest the counterfeit one of divine authorities that only shackled a world under the false pretence of protecting it from harm's way and the humans within it, when it should've been protected from themselves in the first place. The brilliance he could only see from a spiritual aspect demands his attention in the physical realm, further proof that Sora is one of a kind.

Truthseeker snaps out of his reverie when the chestnut hair talks and so albescent lashes flutter close to take a deep breath from fresh air he hasn't breathed in before, before they open anew to look skywards to the ocean of stars that covers this world in its evernight veil. ◜Strange.◞ It is the best way he can put it at first and in short. Dáinsleif has yet to grow used to being a voyager in the likeness of his first predecessor but overall, he cannot deny that it is an interesting experience. ◜Subjecting myself to long periods of meditation in order to send my consciousness outside of the shackles imposed by the Heavenly Principles is arguably akin to this, only in a spiritual manner, regardless.◞ Astral branded eyes turn to look at Sora, soft and gentle like they've always been before he was tainted by the injustice of the world he hails from.

◜My plans in life merely consisted in protecting the people of the kingdom I was born. Traveling out of bounds of Teyvat was never an idea that ever crossed my mind. Alas, circumstances change and so do our hearts.◞ At ease? That is a curious way of describing his present demeanor. Perhaps not groundless either, considering the circumstances under which they have met for the first time in Enkanomiya— back when he was still cursed and corrupted, yet to break free from the tyranny of the gods and in his own mission to restore the world to its origins... to leave behind a fairer world to the humans that now inhabit it. His eyes close anew as he turns his head, deep in thought to choose his words wisely. ◜Being at ease is a fair descriptor to freedom. When we first met, I was duty-bound to my own ideals of what Teyvat should be. Now that it has reached to a conclusion and I was able to redeem myself, all that there is left is... to live.◞

What a rare way to continue spending his life, one that he had so little regard for and which he wished to cut short more than once. Now, it is like he's entering a new chapter of his life where he can do as he pleases without restraints— not of the divine kind nor prey to his own regrets. ◜What of you? You look like you have been through some relevant passages of life, yourself.◞

[seraphdescent]

"gotta do my part to clear the path before you steal the show."

He announces such an idea with no shortage of pride. Desolation hangs heavy in the air in these ruins they've found themselves in, surrounded by these re-animated armors of knights, brandishing darkness drenched broadaxes and blades as they skulked towards them. That soulless spectacle of golden eyes peeked from any shattered crevice.

Some already found themselves cleaved by the Keyblade's wrath and the usage of Rinoa's own expertise, scintillating light fizzling upon their cleaved, corroded metals as if banishing a plague.

Sora's own Heart pulsed with vibrancy, his second heartbeat gradually stirring awake the more this battle heats up. Despite his words, tucked in those cerulean eyes was a sense of excitable expectation. He could feel the more that rests within.

And that was incredibly dependable.

"If they're gathering up for a band like this, we must be on the right track. Should we tear through the ranks or clean house?"

A world where being able to cast magic was normal. That was still a phenomenon that hadn't quite sunk in yet. A grin pulls on her lips as she glances towards her companion with the keyblade, providing a mock bow as her arm extended in reveal of the familiar creatures fast approaching.

"By all means; I'd hate to outshine you at your own job~"

Wings expanding behind her as magic erupted in the palms of her hands, waves of the natural elements shot from her fingertips into the faceless, heartless army, their smaller bodies flying and vanishing as though banished into non-existence itself.

Sometimes when she fought with Sora, it became too easy to forget what these henchmen could do when they were in an army, especially when they had a leader at their command. They did what Ultimecia failed to do ; they really did wipe out everything. Rinoa wasn't a match for their number. None of them were. Maybe that's how Hyne felt when He was being hunted by his creations.

"I guess that depends - do you think they've got a leader around?" There wasn't one she saw - but what'd that really mean? "You're kind of the expert with these things."

Air into water - water into ice - and with another push, frozen harpoons shot out into the crowd, though this onslaught brought on a grimace.

[missingmxstic]

@valorxdrive

--- --- ---

"-So yeah that's the village hope you dont- WILL YOU TWO! ugh, sorry Fwuit n Paunch have been antsy lately." Morwen would sigh in frustration,m after a tour of her village, cut off halfway by the beasts rushing by with twigs and cloth scraps in their maws.

"Seriously though, you did miss the harvest festival. Miss Gilly came down from the Canopy to make a pot of aven stew and everything, was a real fun set of nights. Any questions?"

[vintersang]

📖!! (This is from that book starter meme.)

sentence starter from a book / happily accepting!!! / @valorxdrive

The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein by Kiersten White

In the center of the room, illuminated by the cloud-choked day, a pool of water rippled and shifted, gathering in the center of a table before dripping off the sides to meet with the water on the floor. Elsa approached the table with careful steps, clutching a candleholder in her dominant hand. Her other hand, her right hand, is still gloved as it lifted her skirt to avoid tripping on it as she walked in her rather dark bedchamber. No one was with her today, but this wasn't too surprising. Anna had, once again, tried to contact her through the closed door.

Even though this morning was the funeral for their parents, Elsa ignored her little sister. In fact, she ignored everyone. She wasted away the day in her bedchamber, spreading ice over her lonely little domain in the midst of her grief. Afternoon has arrived, but she still didn't leave her bedchamber on this cloudy day. Pain blossomed in the pit of her stomach, but the thought of eating tonight left her feeling more sick... How could she indulge in food when she coldly refused to join her sister's side?

Gerda, one of the castle's most loyal staff, had left her a tray of food from dinner outside her door. Elsa had only brought the water inside her bedchamber, leaving the tray of food untouched. Someone else can eat her meal. She left the water on the table, planning to at least focus on drinking water to stay hydrated. She couldn't bring herself to eat, but she also couldn't bring herself to do anything. Elsa had begun to change, planning to at least retire to bed in her nightgown. The first thing she had done was remove her teal gloves, but not because she wanted to go to sleep without gloves. No, she was only planning to switch to her mother's gloves for the sake of feeling closer to her again.

That's when something strange begun to happen in her bedchamber, occurring right at her table. Frost began to creep along the brass candleholder the closer she approached the table to examine the mess of water. Still, she clutches her only light source on this dark night in order to see what was happening. With held breath, she brings the candle closer and closer to examine the water with more light... Dread instantly spreads over her when she realizes that the rippling water was, in fact, not water at all.

However, it wasn't blood...

Her heart skipped a beat, seizing up at the thought of blood being brought to her bedchamber. The sight of blood anywhere near her would no doubt bring deep concern from every member of staff at the castle if they learned that blood was found in her private room. Much to her relief, it wasn't blood. No, it looked far too black to be blood. It looked like ink, so much ink...

It felt so strange the longer she remained so close towards the massive amount of ink. She observed its ripples, tempted to touch it to see if it was really ink. The longer she stared at it... The more she begun to think it was pure darkness. She has never seen anything like it before, but she knew that this mess was not in her bedchamber a minute ago. She knows she wasn't in the best of conditions right now, yes, but she knows the condition of every inch of her room.

"What is this?" Elsa murmurs to herself, still hovering close to the pool of darkness. It looked like it was changing shape, carefully moving with a purpose - much like how she used her magic in the past. With sunlight already out of reach on this miserable day, Elsa has grown too accustomed to heavy silence and flickering candlelight. The sound of loud banging, such frantic banging, instantly causes her to jolt away from the inky darkness. She looks up at her only exit, startled. The temperature drops as an icy dread settles over the room.

Anna would never bang on her door like this, not even when she needed her big sister the most... None of the staff members would ever revert to banging on her door... Her parents were gone, though they had never been people to raise their voices or fists... She didn't know anyone else who would resort to banging on doors since she lived quite the sheltered life, especially after the accident. The eighteen-year-old couldn't conjure anyone else in her life that would behave like this.

Who is at my door? Elsa couldn't bring herself to speak, rigid as a statue. Words were failing her at this moment, stolen away by her fear.

What do I do? No one has ever done this to me... She manages to will her body to take step back, unable to stop herself from staring at the door in growing fear. The person on the other side of the door was clearly worked up enough to bang on her door, but she couldn't imagine why they were so filled with such desperation. Everyone in the castle knew about her and her isolation, even if someone like her sister didn't grasp her reasons why.

Little did Elsa know, but she should be more afraid the inside of her room.

[knightslite]

@valorxdrive - from this ask, continued.

"I would not go, eh... so far as to say my memory of you is quite so tricky, as it would require me to have properly met you first, no?" the words are intended to be reassuring, and perhaps they fall a little bit short. aryin had never been quite so good at comfort, really. but nonetheless they find themselves smiling at the much younger boy in front of themself, moving to speak again before they finally register the name that was given.

s o r a

a clear shock crosses their features, and the historian in their blood and the ancientness of their mind can't help but shine with a delighted glee. if this truly was sora, then they could get a first hand recount of the things that happened during that last keyblade war, they could finally get some questions answered that weren't so easily recounted in the history books! it was an odd mischief that glittered in their eyes, a sort of i gotcha now! that most people would run from... if they could not see the playfulness behind the look.

"Sora?" the name is lilted with that same shocked delight, but eventually it cools off, knowing that they probably shouldn't tell the boy that they're from a future where nothing truly got better, and people still are cruel.

"Erh... it is, nice to, um. It is nice to meet you, yes. Yes yes." they nod their head in mischievous glee. "Pardon the look I wore just then, it is only that... your name is quite infamous where," when, "I am from."

[multif0rmed]

"It's strange, somehow, I don't feel too surprised that we'd be seeing each other again." Was it relief? Anger? There was a torrent of emotions that found themselves coalescing within the keybearer at this moment. It was simply a testament to the staple that Xehanort made upon his life. From the hero's perspective, there was simply no denying the scale of potential held within their heart. Defying time, in many ways reality itself. This tale of theirs has tempered the certainty that's held within his cerulean eyes. He was someone who wouldn't waver from the blinding vastness of the unknown. "Every eventuality, huh? I can't even think beyond a solid ten myself. Life must really be precious to you, huh?"

A simple, small sarcastic smirk smeared across Xehanort's expression as he absorbed the other's statement, and most importantly, appearance. Why had destiny placed them so often against each other? Though, it seemed obvious .. They were the two sides of the same coin.

''Likewise, lad,'' he simply answered, amusement intermixing with the usual coldness within his hues.

He shrugged, wanting to almost step closer - but hadn't, deciding to stick in his spot.

''You could say that, if you wish to." The boy would never understand - though he supposed in an alternate universe Sora would end up doing so. Sigh. Only if he had acquired the other as a thirteenth ...

''I did have my ambitions - and they had been carefully laid out for several decades. And yet, a certain someone had decided to uproot all that. Somehow. and forced things to be a certain way for themselves. Showcasing their own ambitions."

A grin. ''We both treasure life, in our own ways.''

@valorxdrive

[beforecreation]

"Lord Beerus? Do you have personal dreams after so much of everything that you've seen? Or are Gods not allowed to really bother with those?" He can only imagine the sheer gap in experiences they both hold.

He finds the question quite quaint. Had there been anything a god could dream of after spending so much time experiencing reality? How many times had he seen the eternal recurrence of mortals constantly falling into the same pratfalls, no matter how many millennia had passed?

And yet, even as he noticed the repetition that happened in the universe despite his power, there were many things that he enjoyed in life. The one he was the most loud about was food, different planets had different produce, different cultures, and different dishes to provide him with a unique taste. Granted, not all of these experiences were good, but at least tasting something new was the bare minimum of what to look forward to.

There were also individuals who, despite often knowing them for only a small fraction of his life, made quite the lasting impression on him. He never knew who would catch his eye, and for what reason. Yes, despite the long life he had, there was much that he looked forward to.

"...I believe that if life had become so dull to me that there was nothing left for me to dream of, I wouldn't be standing in front of you currently."

[ikarosxflight]

Tron: ready to fight every spikey-haired blue-eyed boy.

Sora: Being his charming usual self.

Pit: YOU WANNA GO!?

[pomniegranate]

"So just swimming! Then fancy one more question? Say if we were to fly ya across one day, safely mind you! That wouldn't be tip toeing too close to the fine line, right?" (Here's a Sora for Pomni! The islander in him got curious.)

⸺ ❝ ...Fly? Like just, sailing on a boat or something? That .. doesn't sound too bad actually. Like I said, as long as I don't have to go into the water fully, I'll be okay. ❞

The curiosity of the vast seas were always an interest of hers, even the deep blue and the residents that inhabited amongst the waters. But the unknown of what lies deeper always left her playing it safe rather than sorry.

The soothing waves hitting the shores, the wind brushing by her cheeks and causing her hair to swim in the air freely. The idea of it was something she often pondered; living in the city with family that never catered to her left her imagination to run wild. And even after growing up, those silly childish cravings vanished with her inhibitions and dreams.

Stuck in the vicious cycle her parents paved and ultimately, chained for her to follow.

Pomni's gaze adverts from the other to focus on literally anything else, her thoughts of a time that felt far away crept into the forefront of her mind suddenly. A hand rose and began rubbing at her other arm.

Thought I stopped thinking about those silly things forever ago now... one person mentions it and it's like the memories, though vague, flood back... but it sounds kind of exciting, if I'm being honest with myself.