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as loved by vi ♡

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you so

       very precious

when you

✨SMILE✨

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       ･ﾟ✫*     Do you like friends in small places? Feline shaped and comes with pocket space? How about sass but only because they care about you? CHIRITHY here! FINAL FANTASY and KINGDOM HEARTS based but VERY CROSSOVER friendly! Give this a LIKE/REBLOG so I can find partners?

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sanrio crossover is nice but where’s kh –

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          Invi pursed her lips; eyes to shift under the mask. “ It was never my intention to come across as such. ” Never my intention to fuel any anger. 

“ I merely wish to listen, regardless of union. I’m worried, Elrena--- please, do not think of it as an order but rather an offer. ”

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           ❝            YOU’RE        NOT        MY        babysitter      !!!            ❞              Elrena        said        bitterly.              But        SHE        STILL        dismissed        her        keyblade        OUT        OF        RESPECT               ❝            If        I        WANTED        you        to        boss        me        around,            I’d        GO        TO        YOUR        UNION.            ❞        

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                                    I’M GONNA BREAK YOU

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hope you’re all staying safe ❣️

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I’ve been thinking a lot of the foretellers recently!! Since I watched the movie years ago, I wanted to design the foretellers the way I imagine them! And I did that! You can see one of my first approaches of designing Foreteller Ava on the the right side of the first picture!! I had lots of fun creating these and some ideas  on designing the rest of them! What do you think and which foreteller do you like the most? <333

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𝗪𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗡 𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧     —      yet so alike to lost children we are .  wandering this world so carelessly .      ( indie s.trelitzia from k.hux  /  loved by kyun .  c. ) (  personals do not reblog  )

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@corvulpes: ava.

     How many times had she visited here? Here, this barren wasteland of a world. The last familiar vestige of an age history otherwise forgot, even if the memories it provoked were less than savory. Whether it be a day, a week, or even the hundreds of years it originally was, hardly had it changed. Hardly did it ever, as if the flow & ebb of time stood still for this world alone.

     How many times, & still she returned to this massive grave. Even when she herself could not explain her reasons why, for what reason truly existed? To place the past behind her? To mourn those lost, those who had been struck down long ago, at the sight of their proper graves? Everyone she knew was gone… gone from the world & from the memories of those in it, but a wisp of dust upon the wind- just another cloud or tumbleweed upon this sordid plain… yet then why did she feel drawn to this place, where not but tragedy had ever been graced?

     With a hand above her heart, did the gaze of the fox fall. She should not be there at all… not in this place, nor this age. If not for that remarkable boy, still would she be doomed to walk an endless abyss… forgotten, just like the rest. Dead, but not. Perhaps that was why she continued to return to this fated land… to keep the memory alive, of all she had once sacrificed everything for… her past, her failures, & the lives no one was left to grieve but her…

     But perhaps there was another reason.

     “ Invi? “ Her mind, it had to be playing tricks on her. It wouldn’t be unusual, the cruelties of the mind having played more than a handful in that cursed abyss. A voice, a vision most like them but not. It had the fingers of her hand closing; tense, rigid & pained, for she’d thought herself done with this. Done with the illusions crafted by a longing heart. Then why did she heed it, turning from where she stood to see a figure running. Not just any figure, but one that had that little organ within her chest aching. Missing. Hoping beyond hope, before even she could catch herself.

     Is it you, she asked, but wasn’t that her line? Hers to the illusion, for it had to be, it had to be. “ You… “ Hesitant, was the hand once upon her chest, now reaching towards the serpentine foreteller. Reaching… until her breath was taken with a choked sound, drawn back. Drawn to parted lips, as if to stop the emotion threatening to tumble forth. “ You’re not real… You can’t be… “ How often- how torturously often had this exact scenario played out, only for the vision to crumble beneath her fingertips? She couldn’t do it, not again. No matter how real this one seemed, for they were always real. No matter how this was the first since her revival, different but not… no.

     Both numb & drowning beneath a flurry of emotion, of grief for who she knew- she knew could no longer be alive, her voice was but a whisper. Pained, & failing miserably at restraining how wet her eyes suddenly felt. “ You’re not real… “

          Her mind clouded, thoughts to run through / eyes to waver just a tad. Was she once again blinded with longing-- lament? Was she so ashamed of her actions, regretting all she could and missing what once was to the point where. . . she could conjure an illusion so clear yet haunting?

perhaps this was her punishment. 

          Invi had always been afraid, anxious ever since her return. Wistful thoughts wanting a delusion; wishing it was all a dream, a story she once heard. and yet. . . she lived it. She lived through the destruction of her world / children fighting / thousands to watch those close to them perish / or even perish themselves. A family, a connection so strong yet broken so easily-- It was her fault. HER FAULT. She could not fulfill her role, COULD NOT be the mediator they needed. SHE had caused conflicts when she needed to mend them. 

not only did she blame herself for the death of thousands, but the potential death of her dear sister. 

          Oh. . . how the sound of her voice broke her heart, twisting it in such a way. Ava’s hand, Invi to grasp it softly with both her own-- as if she was protecting something frail, delicate. 

          “ Ava. . . please, do not waste your tears on me. I’m real, I’m real. ” She lifted a hand slowly, wiping away any fallen tears the other shed. “ You are as well, are you not? ”  even if you are not, I’m fine with pretending. even if I have to beg, allow me to wish that you are here-- regardless of how undeserving I am.

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“ lots of ideas. no good ones.”

the shining // accepting!

↳ @invertxgo.

          The room was quiet, only the sound of Luxu’s pacing to be heard. left / right / left / right / a never-ending cycle. Ever since they were summoned, Invi could not comprehend her new purpose, her future, or why she had come back. It was a shame, the other to keep his thoughts hidden; not to be shared even with her.

          “ Lots of ideas. No good ones. ” A mere mumble, perhaps intending for no one else but himself to hear. It was unfortunate for his moment of weakness to escape; unfortunate for her to remain in the dark while his mind clouded. 

          “ … Permit me to help, won’t you? ” don’t let me idle. “ Regardless, you’ve always been creative with your methods, Luxu. Unfortunately for me, I’m confident you may come up with something well despite no help. ”

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petrichor. a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. as told by vi.

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@lightlyguiding​: softly holds her hand,,,

     The surprise to flicker within her heart, to feel the gentle caress of a hand slipping into her own, was overthrown by the sheer joy the fox had for the snake. For the woman at her side, whom Ava’s eyes shone from behind her mask. “ Invi… “

     Oh, how she had to draw in a breath, for it seemed to have escaped her. This moment, the knowledge that this moment was real and not a figment of her imagination - of a mind that wished and wished for the companions she’d lost and never thought she would see again… “ You know, sometimes I look over and I’m still afraid that… that none of this is happening. That I’ll turn around and you’ll be… gone, and I’ll be alone again. “ No, no she was not alone. She was not on her own anymore, not since meeting her newfound companions, people she was glad to call friends. But this. This was different, and the same, and not all at once. It threatened to bring tears to her eyes, to shake her to her very core. ( Ah, but she’d already broken down infront of Invi enough for one week, hadn’t she? )

     “ I’m so… so happy you’re here… “

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invi is devoted to MoM please @ her

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now Invi ,🐍 just one more to go

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“ i would never do anything to hurt you. never. you know that, don’t you? ”

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↳ @corvulpes.

          She hesitated– her mouth to open yet only silence to fill the space between. Her head was screaming despite no sounds, urging to yell out ‘ of course! ’ of course Invi knew, of course, she trusts Ava… so why did her heart twist and turn at every glance? Why did she hold her breath every time the other got near, simply just because? 

          Honesty is the best policy. To never tell lies, no matter how the truth would hurt the other— or herself. Though, what was the truth? Perhaps she was wrong, delusional to think she could trust the fox. Perhaps, just like the others, she was allowing her attachment to blind her, all to wait for the snake to fall and–!

she was willing to take that fall, if only for her. 

          “ … I do as well as hope. ” Her voice to be soft, gentle. “ Our feelings are mutual, and I trust will always remain to be. ” so please… do not grasp my heart, only to tear it, dear ava.