f a i t h l e s s

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Um. well. This was sorta a big project for me. It's an audition video for a video rp group on Youtube. xD I haven't heard back about whether I'm in or not. Hopefully I'll find out soon!

-story copied and pasted from youtube description-

Yuna has always been near the elites and was arranged into a family of elites. A good marriage. Or so everyone thought. The pain was a normal feeling for Yuna as the days went on and the date of her wedding approached. She was used to him turning his back on her and leaving her behind or saying something cold and harsh to her. After all, she wasn't what he wanted her to be. She tried and tried to be what he wanted her to be because she did love him. It was never enough though. The day of their wedding came and without thinking, Yuna fled. She couldn't be what he wanted her to be. She needed to be her own person. It was then that she turned to fight against the Emperor and the Elites.

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[Lightning Farron]

I PROPOSE A VIDEO WAR, LOVE.

You already know how much I love that video n___n <333
ANYWAYS. I see your Dubstep and raise you an Inception soundtrack.



For the Reapers' Edit, which I was erased from since my partner didn't post anything. FFFFFFFFFFF. I WAS ON A ROLL TOO.

c+p


Nobody had told her anything about the Game until after she'd entered. Nor did she know anything about herself or why she had been attacked or made to partner up with someone or any of that.
"My entry fee?"
So she thought about it.
She remembered a notebook; a cage; a castle.
"It was..."
A boy with spiky brown hair, ready to rush into danger.
The memories didn't feel like hers at all.
They followed the boy through his adventures, full of blank holes. White, like limbo.
"What?
I don't understand..."
He was everywhere.
"I only see him."
He'd lost something too. Something special to him. But he'd found it; he'd gotten his 'fee' back.
She saw through his eyes.
She felt his hands.
"I think
he's me."


- Namine's entry fee is herself; that is, technically being a part of Kairi and working so deeply with Sora's memories, being able to tell herself apart from them is her most important thing. Sora is now her sense of self; her body is still hers but she projects his onto it. Her memories are now Sora's and all of the instances that she appears in them (all of them, not the ones he remembers) are whited out as if they've been scrubbed with an eraser.