#toxic soriku hours

[landprince]

what was riku's reaction when he made a semi-living being out of his feelings for sora in neverland? did maleficent teach him this, or was riku in his room for hours, shifting and crafting the darkness until some semblance of his best friend formed? did he fuss over every detail? (his hair parts this way/his lips are more rounded/he has more baby fat here) did he cringe away at those yellow eyes at first? that hollow voice that was and wasn't sora at the same time? did he fight with it? yell at it? pound his hands against a ribcage that sucked in every hit and just stood there with sora's stupid smile on it's face?

did he hold it tight in his arms, begging the shadow to say 'I love you'?

did he cry as it said nothing?

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Kairi

kairi is the third protagonist of the kingdom hearts series and the third member of the destiny trio, alongside fan favorites sora and riku. sora/riku shippers HATE kairi, and will go out of their way to discount her at every turn. the hate for her ranges from typical "she's a boring bitch" to fans of soriku making five-hour long video essays reassuring their fellow shippers that the big bad kairi won't show up in the next installment – to quote one video, "she's in a box. she's on the shelf. four walls, no door." kairi is the greatest bogeyman the soriku fandom has ever known, to the point where most of said video essays and fanon meta posts focus not on why sora and riku should get together, but rather on why they don't like kairi.

Literally has a 100+ page Google doc fan theory writing her out of the narrative and putting all of her (few) canonical accomplishments onto half of the popular m/m ship (soriku). Don't even get me started on how her memory was completely written out of the canon plot of re:coded. KH is a nightmare to explain so dude trust me she is THE victim of yaoi

She is so fundamental to the plot and themes and narratives of game and yet it is near impossible to find anything about her thats not ship bashing pre-mlm with the other two characters. I dont even care if she ends up with one of the main characters i just want fans to see her as a cool character to love or like, anything other than “annoying comphet girl.” You can write your mlm but pleaae stop inventing comphet where it doesnt exist. She does not even get to spend time with sora ever?? Why does everyone see her as a threat and a thing to destroy?? Let her have friends so help me

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime.

[lilyginnyblackv2]

The “Riku Is Gay (and Why It Matters)” Video is Back Up!

Please go and watch it over on the Youtube channel. Subscribe to their channel, like the video, watch it until the end, comment, etc. Show your love for this video that took hours upon hours for someone to create, and which caused some homophobic asshat to hack the account. Show them that their shitty, homophobic actions are not welcomed in the Kingdom Hearts community. Also, I never, ever, ever want to hear someone say “Soriku shippers are so toxic” or “It’s from both sides” ever again in this community. For real. 

[grundalucious075-blog]

Fragments and Sparks: My Writing Origin Story

We're gonna break tradition a little and skip some parts at the beginning.

We're gonna skip my mom meeting my dad and eventually marrying him.

We're gonna skip the miscarriage she had with his child.

We're gonna skip the day I was born, and my formative years as a smaller-than-average child who loved to tell stories, even winning first place in a local children's writing competition with my illustrated "book", Zorn the Unicorn and Meal the Seal.

Instead, we're gonna skip to late 2007, being the weird kid who always started a week later than everyone else. When small arguments between my parents started to rapidly become explosive and toxic. When my bad luck of being an easy target for bullies started to come to a climax. When I turned to physical fights and scraps to make them stop with no real success, only injuries that were no longer hidden.

When I needed escapism the most.

I was already drawing: I was drawing Kingdom Hearts fanart (RokuNami and SoRiku were my main OTPs, at the time). I soon found myself with an urge I haven't felt in nearly seven years:

I wanted to tell a story.

I wanted to tell a love story.

But I was afraid to write fanfiction. I was worried that it wouldn't be good, that the characters would be too OOC (out of character), and that everyone would hate it. Not to mention the major hurdle of the toxic lesson of "don't try something new if you think you're gonna suck at it. It's best to always try if you know you're gonna succeed in every way possible" didn't make things easy. But I still wanted to write. So what was a smol bean like myself to do?

I created my own characters: Adam and Turk.

I created my own setting: a small, fictional city in Japan.

I created my own plotlines, my own antagonist and motives, my own story flow.

Soon, a year has passed, and Adam and Turk were all I wrote about.

They were my children. My lovely, simple, gay children. By the time I was a freshman in high school, I had a small binder filled with the stories about the two I printed, a folder with the countless illustrations I made, and a whole gallery on deviantART dedicated to the two. The stories and art never really got much attention, despite the amount of groups I submitted to...in fact, not a lot of mine got noticed except for a Pokemon SoulSilver Nuzlocke story I ran in 2010-2011 (completely in text, known as a Writtenlocke).

I was a little upset, I'm not going to lie. It felt like nobody wanted amything to do with my stories, and I usually got very little to no feedback. But, I had two things that kept me going:

I met my best friend shortly after the second semester started. I was drawing a cute picture of Adam and Turk (the latter kissing the former on the cheek, whishing him a good dau at work). A cute blonde girl noticed it and, with a gasp that rivaled Pinkie Pie, said "Oh my god, you like Yaoi? I LIKE YAOI TOO! You're my best friend now!"

And just like that, I had a best friend who also liked to write. I would try to illustrate her work, and she would help me with my writing. We encouraged each other. Even to this day, long after the horrible days of high school, long after she helped me discover I was bisexual, and long after our friendship blossommed into romance that was killed by a poor descion on my part, I value that time, and I truly miss them.

The second was that I discovered how happy I was. Even with my mother's attitude becoming increasingly toxic and abusive (especially after I told her I was bisexual), I found my happiest moments spent late at night, writing, drawing, playing music, listening to YouTube videos, and chatting with friends on deviantART. I loved the feeling. It lead to an epiphany about what I wanted to do with my life: to create.

It was vague, and admittedly, not well thought out. I was never very good at picking a "sensible" career path.

My mother seemed to agree. She had different ideas in mind that I don't wanna delve into too much, so I'll just say that my current full-time employment at a bagel deli is not only less-than-ideal, but also her getting the last laugh.

We're gonna skip some more bits to save some time and feels; mainly the parts about us getting evicted from our home, my mother's abuse and manipulation coming to an intense climax, and being forced into a college and life plan I had no real say in. Not for the first nor last time, I was shattered. I lost the will to create. Adam and Turk were nothing but fleeting, rose-colored high school memories. I felt empty.

I wanted to die.

One night, I was up very late. I had classes the next morning, but I didn't care. I was idling around on an ancient laptop that my mom got for me (after literal MONTHS of begging) when an idea struck me. I wanted to write something magical. Something with adventure and fighting! Something that still had romance.

In March 2013, I started writing a series of stories that finally convinced me that I wanted to become a writer.

That series, is my beloved KoB.

I've faced a lot of hurdles that I'll discuss another time. My passion has waxed and waned as often as the moon, but writing, in some form, is still a large part of my life...and something that will always make me happy.

So now...here I am. In the dwindling hours before 2018 ends, and 2019 begins. Just looking back at it all makes me feel a certain kind of way--even with all the stuff I left out. The fact that, even though it's all been for one project, I've stuck to this stupid, silly fantasy set in the mid 2010s for over five years, is more than proof to me that this is where I belong.

This is a part of who I am.

And soon...2019 will be a part of that as well.

Happy New Year, everyone! We're all great! We all deserve love and recognition! Let's all work to make this year one of the best of our lives!

Aaaaand even if this year doesn't turn out so great, than it'll still be an important chapter in my life...and in everyone else's.

GRUNDY OUT!

[landprince]

there's blood on both their hands. there's a conjoined leash wrapped tight around both their throats. the way they resort to violence at the drop of a hat for one another because the urge to protect, to keep safe, is so strong. there's blood on their teeth an tongues and they can't even taste it when they kiss anymore. the way holds become bruising. the way a hug becomes a prison.

[landprince]

Riku had been keeping a constant vigil over Sora since the younger boy had arrived. He was a dutiful guard, never once slacking on his watch over him as the boy slept peacefully on the bed Riku was given weeks ago. 

Maleficent had done him a huge favor in wiping Sora’s memories away once he was brought to Hollow Bastion kicking and shouting in Riku’s arms. Riku had merely shushed Sora, cooed at him, and tried his best to placate the irate keyblade wielder before the boy fell like a sack of potatoes to the floor with the witch’s magic. 

Worry had seized his heart momentarily before Maleficent explained it was just a simple sleeping spell. The anxiety flooded out of him in such a rush it made the young man dizzy. The woman then placed a glowing hand over Sora’s closed eyes, held it there for a moment, and then retreated from the room with a gentle: “You’re welcome, Riku. I do hope this pleases that rotten little heart of yours.” 

Riku didn’t deign a reply. 

He merely scooped the unconscious boy up in his arms and carried him away to his rooms. Lonely were the many nights he spent here, the loss of his friends eating away at him constantly. 

When Riku ran into Sora in Traverse Town, he was elated, but jealousy came roaring to the forefront when Sora was soon surrounded by what he would later learn to be the King’s court magician and guard. 

Anger and jealousy had warred inside his chest when the stupid duck had claimed Riku wasn’t able to go with them, and instead of causing a scene then and there, Riku had chosen to tactically retreat. Maleficent had been kind to him when he had arrived at her doorstep --befuddled and excited in equal measure to be in a new world-- but he valued her opinion even if there was something underhanded about it. 

“If you desire the boy so much, simply take him,” she had instructed. 

The thought of just… forcing Sora to go with him made Riku’s stomach hurt, but after several incidents of back and forths with the younger boy during trips to multiple other worlds, Riku was now able to admit he missed Sora more than he valued the boy’s freedom and consent. 

Riku didn’t even wait for Sora to become alone before snatching him up. He sent Heartless in droves to distract the dog and duck (he never bothered to learn their names, they were just obstacles in the way and needed to go), and while they swarmed the pair, Riku dragged Sora through a door of darkness back to Maleficent’s home. 

Sora, being Sora, had been excited at first to see him, making Riku’s heart flutter for a moment with happiness before the boy asked to return. His “friends” needed him. 

Anger soured his delight immediately. 

Childishly, Riku shoved Sora, making the boy stumble to his knees where he looked up at him with such wide eyes as if he couldn’t believe Riku would do such a thing. 

And the confusion and trust in those blue eyes made Riku’s breath catch. 

A heat bloomed in his chest and Riku clasped the front of his shirt in a fist.

“What about Kairi?!” he shouted. “What about me?!” 

“You’re important too, but they need me right now!” Sora had tried to defend. “Riku, please…” 

Riku scoffed. Tears had burned in the corners of his eyes as Maleficent’s previous words came rushing back. 

He has no need of you now. 

But now here Sora lay. Asleep. Peaceful. Completely vulnerable.

Riku ran a hand through spiky chestnut hair. 

“You’ll see, Sora,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice low so as not to disturb his best friend. “It’ll be better now that we’re together again. We’ll have our adventure. We’ll never be separated again. I promise it’ll just be us from now on.” 

It’ll be just like it was supposed to be. 

[landprince]

The room is spinning after dinner ends and Sora grabs the table to keep from toppling out his chair. 

“Are you okay?” Riku asks from beside him. He sounds so far away. 

Time is syrupy sweet, thick and globby, and he doesn’t remember the trek from the dining room to Riku’s bedroom, but he’s laid out on the bed and Riku is sitting next to him next thing he knows. 

It’s a monumental task to turn his head, but Riku looks so concerned when he finally manages to face him that Sora thinks something is definitely wrong. 

Riku’s fingers are brushing stray strands of hair from Sora’s face and it’s so nice when his fingers scratch at his scalp affectionately. Sora wants to lean into the touch, but his body feels so leaden and he’s suddenly so tired. 

His stomach radiates pain and he can taste metal, but all he can do is whimper weakly. 

“It seems like you’re really sick,” Riku says gently. “Must’ve been something you ate.” 

Sora’s tongue is too thick in his mouth to say anything. He can feel the sluggish thump of his heartbeat slow even more as his vision starts to go black around the edges.

“You better stay here with me.”

[landprince]

Sora blinks slowly, lethargically, blue eyes so hazy and unfocused Riku’s sure he’s not seeing anything right now.

“I just want to keep you safe,” Riku says as he holds Sora’s face in his hands. “I just want you close to me.” 

He presses a tender kiss to Sora’s forehead like a friend would, then moves to his mouth and kisses him like a lover would. Saliva drips warm and sluggishly down their chins from a kiss that’s more tongue and domination than true affection. 

Riku pulls away with a smile, grin wide and feral as he pants for air. He wipes the spit off his face with the back of his hand and his smirk only grows wider as Sora sits and stares at him blankly. 

He was the perfect puppet now after so many memory wipes to keep him malleable and on Riku’s side.

A perfect little pet.

“So good for me,” Riku praises, thumb rubbing Sora’s cheek tenderly. “You played the hero so well for so long, but now let’s see how well you play the prisoner.”

[landprince]

I love you. I'm simultaneously filing my teeth down to the gums and sharpening them against everyone who ever hurt you. I love you. I'm kneeling at your feet like a dog because what are you but divinity in my eyes? I love you. My fingertips are in your peach skin and I want to carve out your pit and keep it safe in my bloodied mouth. I love you. I think you're the worst thing that's ever happened to me and I've never been happier than when you look at me with disapproval. I love you. I want you to finish the job finally.

[landprince]

I finally have chapter two of the fic up! I hope you decide to give it a read.

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Characters: Sora, Riku  Rating: T Pairing: Sora/Riku Words: 1,422 Summary: Sora wakes up and Riku shows him around Hollow Bastion.

Riku clenched his jaw, feeling a muscle in his cheek twitch from how hard he was tensing it. At the twitch, he forcibly made himself relax so as not to show his tension to Sora.

“Oh. Okay.” Sora popped a fruit into his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully. “So, what? We just wait for her to be found?” 

“When Maleficent finds her, we get to ride a real pirate ship to go get her!” Riku said with forced enthusiasm. Please, pay attention to me, he thought. Forget about Kairi. It’s just us, now.

[landprince]

I kinda want to write a kh1 rewrite where riku just.... decides to kidnap sora after the scene of spying on him and asks maleficent to wipe sora's memory so he'll be more easily manipulated into staying with him

[landprince]

It’s hotter than he could ever imagine.

The knife keeps slipping between wet and sticky fingers, the blood on the handle making it too slick to keep proper hold of anymore. Sora swallows and moves his hand up until he’s holding the blade itself. The edge cuts him, adds to the blood leaking onto the sheets, and for one simpering moment he thinks they could never be more connected than right now.

He grips the blade harder, panting in pain as his palm is split wide and blood spills out in a sluggish current down onto Riku’s bare abdomen.

Sora’s fluttering heart is battering itself around in his ribcage as he watches Riku swipe at the pooling blood in a languid move. 

The blood is still warm when Riku reaches out to caress Sora’s cheek. Eagerly Sora leans into the touch.

What’s your body count? Riku asks.  Riku sounds so far away to his ears. Dreamy. One, Sora answers as he pushes the blade deep into Riku's body.

[landprince]

sorry I keep vividly daydreaming of sora running riku through with a knife and riku looking so so proud of him while he grabs sora's shaking hands and tells him to press in deeper, really go through those abdominal muscles and into the organs if you're wanting to do some damage

as if I'm able to do anything else

[landprince]

"no, our hands will never be clean but at least we can hold each other"

[landprince]

Number1: Crazed Nigntmare Dream eater Riku. No touch his Sora. But also Sora is his and won’t leave his sight. Sora would like Riku to not murder his other friends

2: Sora gets turned into a Heartless again or just Falls to Darkness. Riku is too tired to fight him, so Evil Sora has his loyal DreamEater/Knight who will not betray him.

3: Sora’s mind/memory’s finally snap/breaks and he is just untrusting & paranoid about everything. Except Riku, so Riku is stuck with his SunShine being possessive and Clingy.

Hope theses work for you. I do have more

kfajkwaekw I was watching chicken run 2 and forgot to reply to this message last night

WWWUUUUUUOOOOO THESE ARE ALL GOOD IDEAS ARE YOU SURE I CAN WRITE ONE OR TWO?

[landprince]

anyway I love a ship where if someone dies the other has to immediately off themselves as well because the burden of living without them is just too unbearable to handle