Life is a Game. You better play to Win…

:‘c

I know it’s gotta be rough out there in the world. What with school and grades and bullies. I sure know about those guys. 

There’s always gonna be rough patches in life. But that doesn’t mean it’s the end. You can’t let the rainclouds getcha down.

And if ya ever need an ear to listen I’m right here!

“Dance, Water, Dance!”

Water son must leave now

Meets up with son for a fun bonding moment in the underworld

[[Placing the rest under a cut to be polite to dashboards!!]]

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Yeah but Saix

Saix my man c’mon

          This was 

      nothing new, but that didn’t mean he would ever get less irritated       from the sluggish, lazy, and avoiding nature of Demyx’s choices.       Upon confrontation Saïx tossed aside the greeting for the task at       hand… something IX should have expected.

         “No. Now I suggest you use that          head to either tell me anything of          relevance or create another one          of your creative excuses.” 

                          Ah yes, letting the teacher in him shine, and graciously so.

Shut down and up before he could even launch into his excuses, the Musician offered another sheepish laugh, a hand coming up to scratch at the back of his head.

“Well.”

“My mission was a success?” He let the word hang on the end, as if questioning what exactly Saix wished to hear from him. “Not a problem at all.”

Reblog this post with a sample of how the fandom stereotypes your character.

I’m the worst character in the Organization but everyone loves me because I’m so random! I can’t fight at all and would rather curl up and cry about everything. I listen to and constantly sing ‘I like my Sitar’ by an obscure band that I wouldn’t even know of and my entire personality is boiled down to being lol randomz xD and joking about how homey I’d be in Atlantica due to the fact that I control water.

I say Dance Water Dance every five seconds and have a love affair with David Bowie. I call Saix a puppy because he’s just a cute wittle wolf and every member wants to use me as a play toy.

I’m just the cutwest wittle baby of the series. Did I mention I can’t fight?

“Should I answer those in order?” Riku said with a small laugh. So many questions, but then again, he couldn’t really blame the other. There wasn’t a place like the datascape, it was one of a kind.

“It’s not hard to make a link, but it can’t really be done outside of a computer. I can pull people into the datascape - they will think they’ve just seen a bright light but it transports them inside.  It doesn’t hurt I promise - most don’t know it’s happened to them.” He chuckles softly.

“And yeah, there are others there. Only one other program is self aware though. The rest, well, they’re playing out a story of sorts; and I can’t interrupt it.” He said before pulling Demyx into a room and going over to the computer. “I have to go inside the computer first, then I’ll bring you in. I’ll see you in a second.” 

With that the Data replica disappears, zeroes and ones flashing in the air for a moment after he has gone. Moments later, a bright light engulfs Demyx, then Riku is standing besides him in the data copy of traverse town. “Welcome to the datascape.”

He gave a quick nod as his questions were answered, trusting the data-driven male to be truthful with him. It better not hurt. He’d never hear the end of it from the musician otherwise.

Another self aware program though--Demyx wasn’t so sure how to feel about that. 

When Riku disappeared, he blinked looking around a moment before a bright light blinded him, the male bringing his arms up to cover his face before dropping them when he heard his companions voice once more.

“So this is it huh?” He questioned, scoping out the place as he dropped his hand, looking around in a moment of stunned awe now. “We’re literally inside a computer?”

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