Namine ✨
I had this sketch lying around for a while. I liked the idea but couldn’t get the execution right. Still was a fun doodle though.

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Namine ✨
I had this sketch lying around for a while. I liked the idea but couldn’t get the execution right. Still was a fun doodle though.

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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.
THE HURT:
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”
“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”
“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”
“I think I need help.”
“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”
“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”
“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”
“I’ve got a headache.”
“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”
“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”
“I think I’m running a fever.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”
“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”
“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”
THE COMFORT:
“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think you’d better take a break.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”
“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”
“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“What happened to you, baby?”
“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
“You look like shit, man.”
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”
“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”
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( * MISC. PROMPTS.
mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.
“i love you.”
“do i know you?”
“do you remember?”
“this section is off limits.”
“we’re closing in ten minutes.”
“this isn’t what i signed up for.”
“this is all my fault.”
“that’s not what i meant.”
“have we met before?”
“are you real?”
“i didn’t mean that.”
“i’ve said too much.”
“i didn’t see that one coming.”
“is nobody going to say it?”
“i wish we could stay here forever.”
“it’s all fun and games.”
“i can’t say it.”
“you can’t run forever.”
“we have all the time in the world.”
“you’ve got this.”
“that shouldn’t be there.”
“i think someone’s listening.”
“i think someone’s watching.”
“we’re not alone.”
“i’m free!”
“maybe in another life.”
“rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“it’s the thought that counts.”
“i feel alive.”
“speak now.”
“so, what’s the catch?”
“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”
“houston, we have a problem.”
“let’s go for a walk.”
“thank you for that.”
“i’ve got a plan.”
“move aside.”
“i’m here to investigate a crime.”
“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”
“oh my god. don’t say that!”
“quick! act surprised!”
“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”
“come here.”
“truth or dare.”
“tell me something i don’t know.”
“is that… is that blood all over you?”
“right, i’m leaving now.”
“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”
“don’t do that.”
“no, you can’t have my number.”
“i’d rather you just tell me.”
“did you also hear a knock on the door?”
“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”
“[he/she/they] did it first.”
“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”
“run! run now!”
“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”
“you’ll never know unless you try.”
“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”
“this is my worst nightmare.”
“there’s nothing much to do but wait.”
Kairi and Namine in Radiant Garden 💐⛲

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“It’s like this… I’m really not happy about you messing with my memories. But…you know—I can’t really get mad at you for it, either. These memories you gave me… In my head, I know they’re lies—but they still feel right.
“Like the promise I made. I said I would protect you and that I wouldn’t make you cry…not ever. Naminé…if you cry now—I’ll feel guilty, like I let you down.”
// crowncode, post kh4
"you don't have to put on a smile for me." her gummiphone rang, a familiar face popping up. it was - difficult to explain data-sora's existence, how he'd been left behind - perhaps that was why he && the artist bonded so easily? they both knew the feeling.
"do you wanna talk about it?" the screen lit up, the boy on a beach - hands pressed against a metaphorical window. not pitying eyes, but empathetic ones. it must be hard. "we can always just sit here, if you want?"
where it hurts || @crowncode
the sound of the gummiphone had become a great source of comfort for her.
she was lonely; there was no denying that. while everyone else seemed to have things figured out, while it seemed as if everything had fallen mostly into place (not truly. not while sora was still missing.), naminé was struggling.
there were routines and habits and old and precious friends. bonds formed out of grit and shared experiences and mutuality. it was if they all belonged to a beautiful puzzle, only its center, most precious piece missing. and naminé... she was the odd one out. she didn't know how she fit - how her piece matched the bigger picture.
and then there was sora. data sora. a miracle, really - a being not meant to exist defying the odds and enduring, anyway. she knew exactly how that was like - she had felt great empathy for him and had quickly befriended him.
who would have thought sora's promise would become real in such a way?
"i'm okay." she reassured her friend with a faint grin, holding on to her gummiphone as if holding on to a lifeline. "i'm just a little tired." a pause. "how are you, sora?"
“ Are you okay? ” (-Ingvar!)
ask her a question || @giaunt
the witch had never seen such a massive creature.
the being in front of her was vast, enormous. he could easily smash her if he wanted to. maybe he would - was he guarding the castle? was he working for the organization? was he under their control, too?
fleeing castle oblivion had been surprisingly easy. perhaps marluxia had deemed her incapable of an escape - or maybe he knew the giant before her could easily capture her.
"w-who... who are you?"
"I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor." (-Hilda :> for your consideration: princess Naminé)
medieval tournament || @giaunt
the mysterious lady knight had entered the arena with confidence; naminé couldn't help but be in awe of her, of how she carried herself with grace and assurance amongst so many terrifying looking champions.
needless to say her approach to the stands was unexpected - and so was her request. still, naminé granted her wish, gladly moving forward, formally sharing one of her ribbons with the other.
"may courage and luck be on your side, oh brave one."
@betweendawnanddark || continued from here [ x ]
naminé had caught him off guard - again.
she had a bad habit of doing so, even if her intentions were good. riku was kind to her, not once taking offense, not once blaming her for her straightforward words. but this time around, she felt warmth overpowering her face, a sort of nervous swirl forming in the pit of her stomach. she needed to do better. as a person. as a friend.
she wanted to apologize. she would - except the sight of riku's outstretched pinky finger took her completely by surprise. it took her back to an old promise, to a dear friend that everyone missed.
naminé took a small breath. then, she smiled. "okay. i'll do my best." she reached forward with her own pinky, gently intertwining it with riku's. "i promise."

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❝ @ofmemories ❞
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
An abyss of calm. Nothing but Kairi and (maybe?) someone else. A station of a Heart. There was more Light here, too much Light, but Kairi only had one thought while here.
This is familiar.
It might have been a year ago, she might not have remembered it until now, it might have only been for a brief adventure, but Kairi had been there. In Sora’s Heart. Back then, there was someone else there too, wasn’t there…? Still, this wasn’t completely the same. For starters…
Purple hues stared at the station beneath her feet. A figure encased in sleep, some figures integral to them by their side. Just like in Sora’s Heart, except—
Fae absentmindedly touched the ends of her hair. The same one reflected back at her.
—this was Kairi’s station. Her Heart. It was only when ey noticed another’s footprints, just as familiar as the sight beneath her, that ey looked away. A soft smile made its way onto their face.
“… It’s Naminé, right? Thanks for helping us out—y’know with the portal.”
As if speaking to an old friend, she walked up to Naminé with the same excitement as when they’d seen Sora only a bit ago.
naminé was home.
kairi's heart was where she belonged. she knew that - had known it for a long time, had truly accepted it, too. unlike roxas, naminé didn't have a fiery spirit nor a stubborn will to be someone.
she had always been half of kairi. and that was okay.
the princess' heart was soothing and warm. naminé belonged here, there was no doubt about it. and she wouldn't disappear - she'd be able to live through her somebody, quietly experiencing what they got to experience, as well.
she could only hope roxas had finally settled within sora's heart. it would be nice to see him again, soon enough - to have a friend she could meet and talk to. that way, they'd never feel truly lonely.
but it seemed as if naminé was fated to talk to someone else first. kairi herself was here, in their own station of the heart.
the nobody felt an odd tug within her chest. now that all was said and done, she couldn't believe she was finally here - that they were finally here, face to face, ready to speak to each other.
what would kairi think of her?
"i was happy to help." she replied sincerely, "it's good to finally meet you, kairi." a small pause. "... properly, that is."
@heroicgenerations || continued from here [ x ]
"at least for an hour." naminé responds sympathetically, eyeing her friend with kindness. she was well aware of roxas' efforts; even if the other tended to keep his worries to himself. "you must be exhausted. all it took was a minute." she shows him her sketchbook: in it, a drawing figure of roxas seemed to be resting - although even in his sleep his expression appeared heavy, aggravated. "are you... okay?"
@ofmemories
He watches the way Namine's expression shifts from the moment she realizes she's being invited, drawing a subtle smile out of him. Maybe it's too early to ask something like that, when she hasn't had the chance to fully get used to anything yet, but part of him thinks that might be the best time, too.
"I do." Riku confirms easily. "Wouldn't have invited you if I didn't." He adds with a little smirk, both the truth and an attempt at levity, because-- Letting out a sigh, he can't really get away from the truth of it. "I know I'm probably not going to be the best traveling companion for you..." There are a lot of ways he could continue that sentence, but all of them feel like some variation of something that stings too brightly to speak out loud.
"Still. It's up to you." That's the most important thing for her to know. "There are plenty of calmer worlds out there... and Sora kept sending me pictures of flowers and his thumb from somewhere called Corona, I think." He smiles, or he tries to smile, but the way his voice roughens on Sora's name is unavoidable.
Looking away again, Riku would normally keep the thought to himself, but he's trying to be a little better about that, a little more open. "I don't want this to turn into... running. But Terra and Ienzo have both been pretty clear about me needing to take a break." The sentence finishes with an amused huff in spite of himself; he can't stop searching, and he won't. But maybe something to clear his head would be helpful. "I don't mind going alone, but I thought it might be nicer if you got to see places for the first time too."
naminé can barely believe it.
to be invited to go and see what's out there. to travel to other worlds. to go on an adventure with a friend (did riku consider her a friend?). herself. naminé. soft spoken, quiet, feeble invisible naminé.
it was finally her turn. it was finally time to write her own story.
"i want to go." she states it with determination, a decisive gaze to match. it is true she feels somewhat nervous - who knows what lies ahead, who knows if she's entirely ready for it all? and yet this doesn't discourage her - it's a leap of faith she's willing to take.
just like sora would. and maybe, somehow, this would be the key to reawaken the magic within her. and perhaps that, in turn, would lead them closer to their missing friend!
"what should i take?" the blonde witch is prompt to ask, turning to riku for guidance. "when will we go?"
"Who I am? Well I'm Spit, its nice to meet ya," Spit looked at the blonde girl when he heard her speak up. "I didn't break anything of yours? I feel like I fell from the sky and crashed through a roof. That totally happened didn't it?"
"Wait you wanted to know what I wanted huh? Well not really anything? Just to know what is going on, and where are my friends," He noted. He had just been in a fight with some weird purple guy.
spit? that wasn't a familiar name. she often heard other names, names she didn't recognize, uttered by the hooded figures that ruled the castle. the organization spoke of many beings - but never of one named spit.
naminé blinks. she is... unsure. she doesn't know this person. spit doesn't seem dangerous, not for the time being. but could she trust him? could she trust anyone?
"you... fell through the roof, yes." she responds, hesitant. "and i don't know where your friends are. you're in castle oblivion." she thinks things through for a moment. could he be refering to...? "... are you friends with larxene? or marluxia?"
" you're not mad at me? " @ sora
' course not ! ' his voice is chipper as usual , and there's a big ol' grin pointed at @ofmemories . he'd decided he wanted to remember everything some time ago , but she hadn't really seemed ready to talk about it , so sora put it off for quite a while . best to give her some time to adjust to being her own person and all , he figured . now that things have settled down and he's finally home , however , he was starting to get impatient with waiting .
namine had been hesitant at first , he could tell , but once everything was laid out to him , the first thing sora did was smile . his hands reaching for hers , he runs calloused thumbs over the tops of them in what he hopes is a reassuring manner . ' you've done so much to help me and everybody else , even if i wanted to be mad at you , i couldn't be . i might not fully remember it , but i didn't make jiminy give up a whole page of his journal just to remind me to thank you one day . ' he laughs . a pause , and then sora's voice comes out rather gently , ' really , nams . don't beat yourself up anymore . forgive yourself , 'cause i already have . '

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me: has a demanding job + is a perfectionist who likes to write things properly + prone to need to relax after busy days also me: what if multimuse-
me @ me: you take enough time with your drafts as it is me back @ me: but what if multimuse-
"So, what do you want to talk about?" || from data naminé <:
Journalist Sentences, Vol. 3 @ofmemories.
[ 👑 ] » Well.
"Nothing - nothing really." He replied, taking a seat on the sand. There were so many worlds for Nami to travel with him - a set selection - but more than she'd ever seen. It was almost cruel to imagine that one day they'd run dry. But... then they could make more stories - craft then.
He's grateful she's back. How Cid managed to restore her data, he didn't know && likely wouldn't understand. "I was just... thinking we could make a sand castle? Together." Get to know each other a little more!