SCREAMS AS HE PROCEEDS TO IMMEDIATELY SHOOT UPRIGHT IN BED.

"......"

As his breathing remained ragged and confused, for a moment, he stalls there, simply collecting his bearings at the utterly alien sight that met him in his dreams. Tem?? Tenderly smiling?? Holding his hand?? Holding a bashful look as they made each other lunches? In utter and complete truth, the fact his body found itself reacting to that leads to another slew of questions.

Actually? Should he be thinking this damn hard about this? Taking the moment to stumble from bed, he needs to be up, and alert in entirely different ways as it stands.

Gods, that exhaustion must've been more palpable as he thought. One thought manages to scratch successfully within his mind.

"I.. I think I'm starting to get what she meant.."

High upon one of the sky gouging towers known as Skyscrapers (almost fitting for Keybearers in a way) would they remain. New knowledge unveiled, risky gambits made, and an unavoidable truth had shifted the boundary of the collision in ways expected and not so much. One element that certainly hadn't changed was the vitriolic distaste that burns within his blood at the mere sight of that cloak.

Always drawing a face into obscurity, used less as a means of security and more to let the encroaching horror of the known steeple its metaphorical fingers upon another's chest.

Somehow, it allows for the Master above all Masters to challenge that convention through their bombastic display of life. How every pose, the sound of his voice, all these miniature factors of Charisma incarnate to be drawn free that succeeds in one thing. Raw disbelief would momentarily cross Sora's visage as one painfully annoying reality bubbled somewhere in the depths of his being.

Part of him... Wanted to laugh.

"You're kidding me.." However he'd catch that runaway emotions before they offered any clarity of how his Heart stirs. For a measure of cryptic advice was being drawn out like a comic strip instead, yet, those aware could pick up on the haunted undertones that always managed to follow him like shadowy wisps. There were too many things to be careful about when it comes to Sora, if anyone should understand this, it would be Sora.

The bottom of his soles pivot upon the concrete that's been freshly rained upon. Overhead lies dreary gray clouds that drive their phantasmal, billowy boats across the newest definition of a sky that Sora encountered yet. Brows furrowed, eyes sharpened in a not so serious way, it's clear that the intent against such lethal news was to challenge it. "And what makes those two such inspiring options?" He shoots back.

Right now was a time that the keybearer was in so many ways vulnerable, but in so many ways, free. Drawing in a fresh breath from the rustic air from humming ACs and ventilation, his pace would brazenly bring him towards the Master. Every itch to let the Keyblade roar free being brought to rest as some memories snap into semi-sleep due to this cloaked presence. In particular, that ragged, tortured sight of Ephemer who endured such a hellish extent in his name.

..Yet in a twisted way, that same name casting those chains that made flesh and Heart burn.

A soul deep refusal would remain as the dam to block any opportunity of forgetting. Let the magma like build flow within his veins, allow for the soothing light to gradually temper such lethal feelings, a new brand of backbone needs to continue it's journey of being tempered for types like this.

Those who find themselves swimming across the river of time in any bastardizing fashion they please.

"Foxes and Wolves can certainly bring in a lot for themselves, and even those within their fold-" Adventures across countless worlds had brushed and lashed such lessons onto his heart, painting perspective can be called his own.

"But isn't this leaving one important detail out?"

"There's more than enough of those roaming all over." That raised finger would ease back to an open palm as he drifts that palm across the death defying descent that awaits any who dared to jump. "Down here."

Sora would soon ascend that extremity, holding a whimsical flare as light seems to drift effortlessly from his palm. "To whatever else is waiting out there on this side."

That very hand would be resolved as it clenches down to a formidable fist. By no means prepared to listen to base instincts in the desire of wanting to clobber this particularly stubborn heart. "I'll continue to be myself, just like I'd be anywhere else."

Sora would be a force that ceaselessly weave qualities of many into a primordial pool of his liking. Aspects that are welcomed contently within his fold.

Alongside those kicked out without a care.

"Isn't it a cause for concern if a place needs you to switch up on that?"

"The digitial who wha now.. Ahh, shit, Yusuke?"

What in the world was even happening with the guy now!? Typically this wouldn't even spring a forethought to the rowdier company of the Phantom Thieves. The style of their legendary artist found itself fashioned in some unknown blur between imaginative inspiration, boundless and free, as the clear and distinct tethers of reality always made sure to keep an even divide of keeping the guy's head in the clouds. That was a very eloquent way of putting Ryuji's current thoughts.

By now the despair found itself so potently thick that it almost threatened to spill rain in this room. Teeth bared in a sense of bewildered distaste, it took no rocket scientist to discover that something happened to this poor bastard. "No?? Damn man I just wanted to see if you wanted to sling off to go grab a bite! Maybe some chips if a couple-a Montas.. but ahhh, something tells me this ain't a good time? I know I give you bs to deal with, but what's even going on here?"

He hardly bothered to allow the sensible lines of the situation deter him. Firm and steady steps drove him directly over to the empty space Leblanc's cafe in order to investigate the issue, snatching up the dimly lit phone that was meager moments away from dwindling off to the dark screen. "Have you just lost some contest or someeeeeee--"

"DUDE HOLY SHIT."

Where in the hell did all that earlier contest money fly off too?! This isn't even the typical brand of low here, as it stands, his account basically skydived off the rooftops of success and into the negatives of hell at the drop of a damn dime! Watching those crimson numbers that some hefty amount was owed beyond anything, even with this not being his account caused a cold brick of lead to settle inside the gut.

He knows how the moves go! Shit like this easily leads to the Yakuza, the Yakuza leads to favors, then favors wind up making this once innocent..? Weird? (He'll figure it out later.) Artist into eventually joining their ranks to go do some depraved mess! As one of the few barriers between leaving his friend to be about that life, the blonde wastes no time, immediately dragging up the Mementos app upon Yusuke's phone as he dragged up this carrot-y beanpole of a man onto his feet.

"Screw the laughin'! You need a damn miracle, and you know the first things they say about miracles here." Ryuji mentions while shooting a biting glare towards him.

"We gotta steal 'em our damn selves! Oh ho hooooooo I'd love to know who you gave the three numbers on the back of your card to!"

24.

There's no shortage of reasons honestly. The primary reason being that ships wound up being dropped when the said muse was dropped from my end, mainly cause generating that muse (and also having people hold out hope) just wasn't fair. Other times things just faded with time and that in itself is fine. Though-- if I had to name out a particular case snagging my attention, it'd be similar reasoning to another ask.

That thing about having my muse fill in a more one sided framework/fantasy. In this case it'd be my muse and the ship filling in this frame of someone's Comfort Character that things were just getting a bit too intense for my liking. It goes back to that reason of where I don't want the hobby in question blending too blurred like with real life matters.

It ultimately wound up feeling like a responsibility in the sense of, I'm caring for XYZ through this very ship. That frankly was just uncomfortable for me, and I had noticed it was making me tilt away from my RP roots in general. Again this is the type of things I never genuinely wish that anyone would have to deal with, and also the reason why I keep my rules as simple and sharp as I do.

20.

For me in terms of recent Amphoreus ships it'd actually be Caerene!

I'm just a sucker for those who adventure together finding a more personalized flame they want to hold onto, and the sheer amount of material of roaming through The Eternal Land's eras with the way they connected feels like it could bloom into something really cool in my book. There was also that segment in around-- 3.5 believe where they just got to hang out in Aedes, and that nature of appreciating life through the lens of the heart, something like that would really resonate with my Cae's own forward desire of wholly embracing experiences, and in essence choice the way he does.

@resolutepath

"You're.. going to do what."

Somehow the idea was not idea-ing within Caelus' head. The idea of March just set up in some napkin, fork and knife and prepared to go to goddamn town (and fail) upon eating a brick entered his mind.

Why in the hell would she want too anyways!? Even if he did thread the line a bit, that was redsoil! It was a form of feed that actual organic animals can consume! Meanwhile a fucking brick felt like some wayward recipe to disaster.

On the other hand, a more chaotic whisper said it could be fun to see her tackle this challenge. Maybe highlighting it as some long lost form of worship to Qlipoth follows could hype up the scene.

...

On the other hand? It's a brick, her teeth would be beyond hell from trying as such!

In the end, a hand placed itself upon her shoulder.

"Your teeth be screaming at the end of such a thing. Listen, being able to tear through matter like that takes a different sort-a gumption, or smart power use. Like how I be breaking those steel of plasma knives with my teeth."

16.

I'd like to say this would be a real difficult one to answer. If we're looking into my personal taste, I'd have positive and grim ships into a realm of possibility of things I'd play with. NOTPs really wouldn't exist say in the gacha space vs say like, if you found me in the anime/manga days of when I was like shipping things into Naruto for example. I believe that was an era you'd find me a lot more spiced in opinions.

Maybe this could be me finding my zen era when it comes to the realm of fandom activity. Now days, I see so many people fighting for xyz ship/idea/headcanon that the idea of just having my own personal distastes fell off to the wayside. LMAO. Now off to the next one!

17.

Caelus with the Express Crew and the Stellaron Hunters! Look, organizations that know to lock in and commit/complete legendary deeds of all varying degrees of legality to the higher forces has always been an excited prospect for me. It's why I'd really love threads in general where they not only throw their potentials, but possibilities together. See! Even though I can just see some ships for Caelus in either unit, it certainly doesn't change that core value in what makes it such an attractive prospect in the first place.

This tilts more cause of Caelus' perspective in forging connections. The more traditional sense of developing budding feelings would be a farcry from how he actually is. Some mannerisms would be more intensified, that joy better express in how he spends time with them, actually leading to things just being hard to see without more of an eagle eye.

Though! Sliding back to the BROtp prompt, I'm just somehow who can see brotp energy in many connections if him and the muse in question can just get that chance to unify, it'd genuinely spiral into a whole world of fun possibilities.

"I... Actually don't either."

He's not afraid to admit that even when emotional firmness would be the best. In truth, resolve that transcends is what allowed for him to grasp his truths, to bravely dive in the depth of such a reality altering event from such a selfish view. Given the natural state of the material world in that instance, how did it feel like for those outside of that cataclysmic impact? Did it find itself a gradual darkening that consumed all? An instantaneous blink leveled with excruciating agony potentially forgotten?

Attempting to wrap a human frame of thought upon the matter only roused a shudder through his being. It made him quick to step in, even quicker to wrap those broad arms upon Chenhua's figure and embrace her with readiness. A mixture of relief and a gnawing sense of reality of what he may very well be getting involved with at this point. Even as his cheek leaned upon that cream colored hair, somehow, Caelus could not stop those thoughts from continuously cycling a mile a minute.

Trying to encapsulate the horror she felt when All's End descended upon their celestial home. A shaken sigh finds itself spilling from his lips, a more needy grasp of the fingertips pinning upon her shoulders. A burgeoning fear that if he dares to let go, what may stop her from fading?

"But we don't have to be alone while we're lost." A fiery grit, tempered to a new scale enriches his tone at such a declaration.

"Chenhua, there's a lot I need to tell-- and in truth, I hardly even know how to begin. But if we're genuinely going to step forward together, after being in the epicenter of it all myself? Capturing your Memory after you reached out to me like that, giving me that light and strength to push on? You were an anchor that gave me strength then."

Just like now, to give him the courage to push this forth as a topic when it feels like he hardly knows himself.

"To be by my side may only make things that much more difficult for you. Is that a step you're willing to take?" It'd be unfair not to give that option, despite the nervous tic it stirs within his chest. Brandishing his will against a Lord Ravager served as a critical wake up call. How this can't be kept a secret any longer. In the depths of his mind, those all-consuming eyes of a torrential hatred continually looms like a specter unchained.

His fate and Nanook's are inexorably tied together.