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nightmareofhope:

Artemis is thankful that she could still read her brother’s emotions like a book. She could read that he didn’t quite believe her despite the softened expression while he is in the right to do so. The keybearer wasn’t telling him the whole story and if he wasn’t going to try to coax it out of her, she never will. Artemis would continue to feed him the breadcrumbs, the small details, and never the whole picture until either a fatal consequence on her end or Jude has had enough of the breadcrumbs.

 The keybearer follows Jude, albeit almost like the duckling she was years ago, and sits down on the chair, careful with her own hidden injuries. “Emi has provided me some potions,” answers Artemis, her own voice quiet as she mentions her Moogle summon and watches him leave to grab the first-aid kit. She wouldn’t argue against protective charms and knew how intricate the Jude could make them. She wouldn’t mind wearing a few charms as long he was the one who made them. 

Slowly rolling up the sleeves of both of her arms, Artemis shows off a recent string of injuries she knew that were inflicted from the shadows. Claw marks across her arms, some which have almost healed but others, including some that seem too large to be from a mere Shadow Heartless, were handstitched together, likely by herself. “The sleeves were unsalvageable.” Artemis quips, quiet but trying to make light humor of the situation. 

Jude frowned in confusion, head canting to the side. Emi? Was that a friend of hers? This was her first mention of them. “I could give you more. Never can have enough potions.” Not in his opinion, anyway. Besides, he trusted his own work more than a person he’d never met.  Certainly a medical professional knew what was best? 

He sighed, crouching to look at the clawed marks on her arms, jagged and red, luckily scabbing well. The stitches were not... particularly good, but for now they were holding, and uninfected. Irritated, maybe, but not infected. Without hesitation, he went for the antibiotic cream and antiseptic. “Considering how torn up your skin is, your sleeves wouldn’t fare better.” He grumbled, cleaning up crusted blood and replacing it with the soothing gel. “I can fix that. Even clothes can be enchanted.” They were harder, as accessories were made from scratch, and clothes were... complicated cloth, but he could figure that out. “Anything else? Besides the arms.”

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[How does one re-enter roleplaying? I feel so awkward but I miss all of y’all so much. AAAGH]

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praestigii:

Ienzo tapped on the keyboard, the windows and rows and rows of text and code flickering in his eyes as he worked tirelessly. He’d been at it all day, collaborating with Tron to organize the archives. Cid had done wonders together with the Program already, fixing invalid coding and processes that didn’t work correctly, but restoring and correcting the contents was up to them. Much of the data that should have been there—formulae, experiment reports, field diary entries—were altered or simply gone, and Ienzo had to put them there again by hand from whatever physical copies he’d found from the study or the library or scattered elsewhere in the Castle. The project seemed never-ending.

The sound of knocking and Jude’s voice broke Ienzo out of his focus and he jerked back, momentarily startled. He blinked a few times and when he did, the bright screen still appeared behind his eyelids. Ienzo shook his head a little and, rubbing his eyes, turned towards the doorway.

“Jude,” Ienzo said, voice almost gone after not having been used the entire day; a testament to how deeply he’d been entangled in his work. He swallowed and tried again: “Please come in.” He couldn’t help but smile at the scent of sugar and freshly baked dough that Jude seemed to carry with him whenever he went. His gaze dropped to the bag Jude was holding. “Oh. You didn’t have to bother to come all this way just for me—thank you. I’m sure you have other things to do.”

The baker had to stifle a laugh, lips pressing together as he bit back the sudden sound. With his eyes wide as they were in surprise, Ienzo had looked like an owl adjusting to the light. Considering how intent his gaze had been in the screen, perhaps that was what he was doing, going from the bright light of the text to the normal florescence of the room.

Jude didn’t hesitate to take the invitation, making himself at home in the little work space. His bag  set on a console, jacket neatly draped on its edge. He had to move a small stack of papers to the side to do so, but he doubted that would ruin the controlled... organization? that was going on. “Not really. things have been quiet. People still need their bread, but... You know. No one is really up for socializing.” Too busy, too nervous. “Even if I was busy, someone needs to keep you fueled. Important work requires snacks.” And tea, it sounded like. Ienzo must have not spoken a word all day. 

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Radiant Garden’s skies felt darker, these days. Well, Jude considered, the skies were overcast, so that would have definitely made things feel darker, but he meant that more metaphorically. Clouds felt grayer, the blue duller, the sunsets distant echoes of the brilliant crimson, pink, and violet that painted his childhood. Surely an effect of the approaching darkness and shadows that lingered in the corners and cracks. 

It unnerved him, having to look over his shoulders at all times of day, wary of heartless. It unnerved him more to watch as people worked fervently to support the light and stave off the darkness. Everywhere, people seemed exhausted. In high spirits, but busy without still hands. Ienzo seemed to be the best-- worst example of this, becoming more and more involved in... who knows what day after day. 

Surely it was something important, beyond Jude’s capabilities. Everything was beyond his capabilities in these dire times. He was a healer, but bandages meant little in a world full of capable mages. Magic fizzled at his fingertips uselessly, and incantations held no meaning. The only thing he could do was provide support. 

Usually in the form of food, which was why he was outside the Castle’s computer room with a bag of snacks and bottled tea, rapping on the door’s frame. “Ienzo? Are you in here?” Aeleus had said he was, that he hadn’t moved all day. “I’ve come bearing gifts.”

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nightmareofhope:

Cont. from Here

@jardinfleursduciel

Now that Jude was fully aware that the girl his family had taken in, only to disappear much later, is very much alive, Artemis visits Radiant Garden to check in with Jude whenever she could. The keybearer has tried to keep it frequent, once to twice a week to attempt to ensure that her adopted brother wouldn’t worry too much about her. However, she would notice that these visits would ignite the opposite of her intents and have him worry even more. He most especially when the keybearer is nursing an old injury from a previous Heartless attack. 

They both avoided talking about the past and that weighed heavily on the both of them. Artemis certainly knew better than to ask about how his life went on after she left Twilight Town all those years ago. Jude never pried about where she went or where she had been before Twilight Town. Her own poor condition and the fact that they had found her in a dumpster [A poor hiding choice of her own making.]  had certainly ignited a rage from their adoptive parents and she didn’t wish for a repeat to happen with Jude. She didn’t wish for him to relieve her own abandonment.

This time the keybearer hadn’t visited in over a week and had just found the time to do so. “Shadow infestation,” Artemis answers too quickly, catching the doubt in his voice. It was a partial truth; there had been a Heartless attack on her own world which did require her attention. While there were many, they were taken care of with the help of her wolves over the course of two days. There is another priority she had to take care of but shoving the skeleton back into its closet in the literal sense made the Heartless infestation look like child’s play. Artemis needed to take a few days or so to rest her injuries and it is the reason why she is wearing her raggedy hoodie. 

 Artemis isn’t too sure how long she could keep up with the half-truths. Everyone had a breaking point and she wishes that her brother hasn’t reached his.

Jude’s expression softened, although the doubt stayed. Her answer was indeed to hasty to be the whole truth but it was rather believable, and was admitting she had been in some danger, which was a step in the right direction. He gestured to a chair, palm up to indicate offering, not demanding. “Sit then, let me take a look at your wounds.”  A baker he was, but a healer he remained, after all. 

He did not wait for her response before walking toward the chair, as if using his own body to encourage her to sit. “I wish you would tell me about such things.” He said, continuing to walk past her to get a first-aid kit. “I’m... not a fighter, but I could at least provide you with potions. Or the odd protective charm.” He was good at making those, they hung from his ears, from around his neck and wrists. He picked up the box to return to her side. Bandages may not help, but they could cover what a cure would not. “Where are you injured?” Because she was injured. She couldn’t hide THAT with a hoodie and avoidant answers.

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rp sentence starters - 5 w’s 

WHO?

“ Who are you? “

“ Who are you really? “

“ Who was that? “

“ Who’s there? “

“ Who am I? “

“ Who cares? “

“ Who knows? “

WHAT? 

“ What’s going on? “

“ What are you? “

“ What just happened? “

“ What do we do now? “

“ What are you doing here? “

“ What do you know about me? “

“ What do you know about them? “

“ What the hell? “

“ What happened to you? “

“ What happened to us? “

WHEN?

“ When did this happen? “

“ When did you get that bruise? “

“ When did all of this start? “

“ When are you going to start telling the truth? “

“ When did you first start lying to me? “ 

“ When can I see you again? “

“ When’s dinner? “

“ When are we gonna get there? “

WHERE? 

“ Where am I? “

“ Where are we? “

“ Where are we going? “

“ Where are you going? “

“ Where have you been all this time? “

“ Where have I been? Uh… See… I can explain… “

“ Where were you when I needed you? “

WHY? 

“ Why did you do that? “

“ Why are we doing this again? “

“ Why are you doing this? “

“ Why did you hit me? “

“ Why did you kill them? “

“ Why do you hate me? “

“ Why do you love me? “

“ Why don’t we ever talk anymore? “ 

“ Why do I love you? “

“ Why did you do something so stupid? “

“ Why are you up so late? “

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A return?

[Hey guys! Kenny here with my best boy Jude! I’m sorry I took a crazy hiatus. I moved to a multimuse for a while without alerting anyone for a fresh start, but started to miss my icing pink boy over here. I’m tentatively restoring this blog with a hope of returning to the kingdom hearts rp fandom. I’ll see how it goes!!!

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A return?

[Hey guys! Kenny here with my best boy Jude! I’m sorry I took a crazy hiatus. I moved to a multimuse for a while without alerting anyone for a fresh start, but started to miss my icing pink boy over here. I’m tentatively restoring this blog with a hope of returning to the kingdom hearts rp fandom. I’ll see how it goes!!!

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⊱simple introduction starters⊰

❝what are you doing here?❞

❝you're going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞

❝why are you staring at me?❞

❝if you didn't want to talk to me, you could've just said so.❞

❝i think you dropped this.❞

❝here, i'll pay for that.❞

❝so i assume you're the one everyone's talking about.❞

❝that outfit looks nice on you, where'd you get it?❞

❝why are you doing this?❞

❝so that looks dangerous... want to try it?❞

❝you're going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞

❝can you help me grab this?❞

❝don't talk to me until i've had my coffee. thanks.❞

❝that was possibly the weirdest thing i've ever seen.❞

❝you have the prettiest smile i've seen all day.❞

❝do i have anything on my shirt?❞

❝are you waiting for an interview too?❞

❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞

❝i've never been here before, it's beautiful.❞

❝do you know the directions to (location)?❞

❝so how long have you been working here?❞

❝how many of those have you had?❞

❝i'm not suppose to talk to strangers.❞

❝you'll be ok, i promise.❞

❝can you hear me?❞

❝i think you're on my foot...❞

❝i guess you're stuck with me 'til the elevator starts working.❞

❝could you POSSIBLY get more annoying?❞

❝i have several questions, first off WHY?❞

❝why would you do that?"

❝i think that guy is giving you a weird look.❞

❝hey are you ok?❞

❝do you live here?❞

❝are you third-wheeling too?❞

❝why are like this?❞

❝who did this to you?❞

❝who told you that?❞

❝why are you following me?❞

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A return?

[Hey guys! Kenny here with my best boy Jude! I’m sorry I took a crazy hiatus. I moved to a multimuse for a while without alerting anyone for a fresh start, but started to miss my icing pink boy over here. I’m tentatively restoring this blog with a hope of returning to the kingdom hearts rp fandom. I’ll see how it goes!!!

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embersiisms:

( sms ; new baker ) : well!! i have my ways!! Im glad  you liked it, did you try it yet? 

( sms ; new baker ) : i hope its to your liking! Im Jackson, but you can call me jack! 

[sms: Cake Person] : Not quite yet. When I get it indoors. It looks good, though. You’re obviously good with fondant. 

[sms: Cake Person] Jack then. Alright. You’re at the bakery around the corner right?

*Ding Text Received!* [... Were you the one to leave the five tier cake outside my shop or am I the victim of a drive-by caking?]

( sms ; new baker ) : oh!!! yes :) i was!! I left my number on the note right? Im the baker near by! I thought maybe i should leave you something as a hello! 

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[sms: Cake Person] : Oh, I see. o.o Well, I’m not sure how to get this into my shop, but I appreciate the sentiment. Thank you. Nice to meet you? I’m Jude.

*Ding Text Received!* [... Were you the one to leave the five tier cake outside my shop or am I the victim of a drive-by caking?]

( sms ; new baker ) : oh!!! yes :) i was!! I left my number on the note right? Im the baker near by! I thought maybe i should leave you something as a hello! 

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What is your archetype?

from here, repost don’t reblog!

Result: The Realist

your archetype is the realist.

traits: practical, understanding, honest, brutal, logical, creator, intelligent, sensible, down-to-earth, reasonable

the realist is most commonly used to symbolize the highest possible outcome in a dire situation. they are the ones who have everything planned, and hand out reality checks as if they were pamphlets to those who need them--which, quite honestly, is everyone who isn't a realist. although they can be harsh (brutal truth over merciful), they are nurturers and care more than they let on. realists tend to do things that will lead to the best outcome, and use their knowledge of reading people to manipulate situations and problems in order to get out of a rock and a hard place.

fictional characters that are realists: hermione granger, dana scully, thorin oakenshield, lestrade (from sherlock), leia organa, willow rosenberg

other personality types that go with this: ravenclaw, horned serpent, poseidon, artemis

tagged by: @embersiisms

Tagging: Whoever? @thislovelylady @nightmareofhope @praestigii

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"Smell this, it smells so good. I could eat it right now." Artie no, don't eat the gingerbread house.

Jude couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, giving his friend’s hand a gentle pat. “There’s plenty of ginger bread for eating. This is for building, Sel.” He admonished, gesturing to a tin on the counter. “You’re welcome to that. But really. If you eat this, we can’t decorate it. That’s no fun.”

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Sentence starters: Building a Gingerbread House.

"I got this, I watch food network."

"Yes, look at how good this turned out! We could sell this."

"Stop licking that!"

"The trick is not to break the gingerbread house."

"Let's just focus on the front and take a photo of it. It'll look like we worked more than we actually did."

"Why can't you follow directions?"

"Smell this, it smells so good. I could eat it right now."

"What design should we do on the roof?"

"Can't you just stop eating the icing!"

"I'm very ocd so I need it to be centered."

"This is so fucking amazing."

"This is where the icing should go. Just like that, nice and thick."

"This isn't fair. You're making all the fun parts all by yourself."

"If you get icing on my hair I'm going to kill you."

"Oh so now you're a professional..."

"I'm giving you props. I didn't expect you to be good at this."

"You thought we were doing this together? This is a competition."

"How do people do this?!"

"Aaw, this is so cute! We are a good team."

"What are you eating? That was supposed to be part of the roof!"

"Is this better? Are you sure? I'm not saying it's bad but..."

"I'm just going to say it... you suck at this."

"This isn't the design I wanted but neither is this life."

"The roof is falling off. This is so bad..."

"If I tilt it it looks good."

"This is hideous. Is it supposed to look like that?"

"Yes, look! It's looking so good... kinda.

"Eating all the candy won't help."

"Look at how you did the icing there, it looks like dicks."

"You ain't helping at all."

"We won't have decorations if you keep eating the candy."

"You put it on the wrong side, you're ruining it."

"Oh no, you fucked up the fucking icing..."

"The box said to leave it from two to three hours to set. We did zero hours. That's why it's all falling apart."

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[Okay, okay. I’ve got an idea-ish on how to restart-ish. Can you like this, or message me if I owe you a response? If I can get those going, I’ll be doing something.]

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Update

[Hey guys, just a quick update for those who care. (If you don’t that’s cool, people’ve got lives.) I am alive and well. Things are going better overall. New Year’s break is next week, so I can relax some and enjoy the readily available pokemon store near by. So that’s good. I’m a bit bummed to be away from home for the holidays, but I’ve got friends. All is cool. 

That being said, I still do want to get back into roleplay. My attempt at restarting a bit ago fell somewhat flat. Either I didn’t have energy or tumblr felt too intimidating. 

Point being, does anyone have any tips for getting back into it all? I miss all my rp partners, and I want to make more friends and write for Jude. Part of me wants to write for some original characters too, but I feel like it might be difficult to build from the bottom up. 

…Okay. TLDR, I want to get back into roleplaying, don’t quite know how, any suggestions outside of a starter call or memes?]