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Hello! This is a primarily multimuse roleplay account written by Nix. Some muses are canon divergent, while others are OCs or AU. These will be marked on the muse list. This blog has characters from Kingdom Hearts, Tales, and TWEWY.
Blog is a constant WIP as I am very slow to finish pages. If you want more information about a certain muse, I would love to expound upon them through DMs. Mutuals may ask for Discord.
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100 DAYS OF KINGDOM HEARTS DRAWINGS:
DAY 19
this image smells very good
@aeternxm
Graceful Dahlia blooms from Lauriam’s hand as the Heartless jump at him. He can practically feel the hunger in its eyes as crooked claws reached for him, only to be cut down in a flourish of petals. He’s no easy meal for these creatures, not any longer.
Dispatching the darkness was simple. Lauriam had been doing it since he was a boy. But as a boy, Lauriam possessed a weapon that was perfectly suited for it. As he was now…?
The Heartless evaporates into a cloud of darkness but releases no heart. Lauriam scowls and watches the dark fog fade into the shadows. He watches it slowly reform itself. More eyes split open in the darkness, and Lauriam takes a deep breath—
—and began their dance.
He slowly backs away from the growing horde as he slices through one Heartless after another. Sweat begins to grow on his brow and trails down his cheek, but he still keeps up his defense.
Up until one of the airborne beasts slams into him from behind. He lurches forward, sliding his foot forward to catch himself. But it was a costly mistake as claws bite into his calves, anchoring themselves as they reach up toward his heart.
Panic. Lauriam slams the hilt of his scythe into the ground, a flurry of petals tearing into his assailants. But it’s not enough. He’s growing tired and injured, his eyes narrowed as he pants.
And there are still more.
@ninthnocturne liked for a starter!
Lauriam had known Demyx’s Somebody (a name he couldn’t quite put his finger on, in spite of having known it once) was nearby even before he saw him. It was the way the water in the fountain next to him seemed to get just a little more lively, its bubbling growing slightly in volume. Even with that, it still takes Lauriam a few moments of looking around to figure out where exactly the man is.
“Well, another familiar face,” Lauriam says, a small smile spreading across his features. It was just as strange seeing him again as it was last time. “Dare I presume you’ve put roots down in this quaint little town?”
He looks at him curiously now.
It's been a long time since I rendered anything in my usual style, so I decided to just have fun and go ham. And yay! I was finally able to draw Lauriam to my satisfaction!
💥💥💥 HE IS SMACKING LEA WITH THE BROOM.
prompted | @akashicmuses
it's just a book -- honestly, lea doesn't know why lauriam was so damn secretive about it. lea knows it's behind the counter, knows he's got a STASH there and honestly, if the other hadn't hastily changed the subject when lea asked what he was reading the other day he probably wouldn't have been interested.
but he'd CLAMMED up, snapped the book shut and told lea to mind his own business.
what did lauriam THINK was going to happen? that lea would just drop it? nah, not a chance. it's like he doesn't know him AT ALL.
but imagine his surprise, imagine his FUCKING surprise, when he opens to book and it's smut -- some victorian era shit. nothing that lea's particularly interested in, but it's definitely NOT what he'd expected lauriam to like.
and speak of the devil -- lauriam walks in, broom in hand. he'd offhandedly mentioned something about sweeping and lea had brushed him off without a second thought. lea looks up, GRINS as he realizes that lauriam has noticed the book and oh -- he clears his throat, hand of his chest as he begins the fucking monologue of his LIFE.
❝ the powerful man grasped the woman by the chin, then RIPPED apart the flimsy fabric hiding her from his lusty gaze—— ❞
he puts his ALL into that performance, yanno -- for as long as he can at least before lauriam is on him, trying to PRY the book from his grasp, eventually lea relents, but not before getting one last jab in for good measure.
❝ lauriam, I didn't realize you were so fuckin' NASTY I love it -- ah! hey, ow! ❞
a smack with the broom has lea recoiling, a second one has him RETREATING -- through laughter, of course.
❝ hey! ow! c'mon -- don't be such a -- OW! that fucking HURTS-- ❞
@maregiis liked for a starter!
"You seem to have a natural affinity for this," Lauriam said, turning a rose over in his hand. He couldn't help but admire the bloom a little before looking over at Kairi.
He'd caught her in the middle of practicing magic, floral magic, specifically. Lauriam had reached down to pluck one of the flowers she'd created before he'd made himself known to her. A part of him hadn't wanted to interrupt, but he was impressed.
"Though, you may wish to rein things in a bit. Radiant Garden is more known for neat and orderly gardens than overgrown ones." Because as good as Kairi seemed to be with it... she'd overgrown everything to the point that this space was now nigh unusable.
The rose withers in Lauriam's hand and crumbles into dust.
@piousolus liked for a starter!
"Ah, there you are." Lauriam walks over to the familiar Keyblader, a pleasant smile on his face. It had been some time since he'd seen her—he'd been busy with his own affairs. But he'd enjoyed the few times that the two of them had spoken. Though, Aqua may not have enjoyed their last conversation as much as he had.
"I would like to request something of you, Master Aqua." He addresses her politely without thought, a leftover remnant of the boy who'd once so looked up to the Keyblade Masters of his time.
"I've heard that you have access to a gummi ship. If that's true, I would ask if you would allow me to accompany you to another world."
@uniocordium liked for a starter!
"See? What did I tell you?" Lauriam said, peeling himself off the wall and walking over to his younger sister. He's smiling wide, clearly proud of her. His sister had always been a shy thing, but he'd believed in her from the beginning. That was why he'd pushed her to be independent.
"Now both of us are Union Leaders. I knew you had it in you, Strelitzia. How does it feel?"
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"Ugh, these horrible, money-grubbing scammers going around! Just who do they think they are, anyway? I can respect a bit of playing dirty as much as the next girl, but this is just a new low!"
"I can hardly bear to watch. Papa's gonna fall for it again, I just know it..."
Well, Luke wasn't altogether sure if this was something he was supposed to hear or not. Anise had always seemed to like keeping things to herself—but he also didn't want to just eavesdrop without a word...
Hm.
"It sounds like you're always trying to take care of your parents." Now, Luke was no expert—his father had rarely given him the time of day, and his mother was always in bed.... But wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? "That sounds really rough, Anise."
Nice to know that everyone equally finds Colonel Cranky Pants unbearable. ❛ I haven't talked to either of them, ❜ she begins, positioning her umbrella just enough to shade her eyes, ❛ so I'll put up with you for now. ❜ Anise seems hyper, but ultimately fine to her. Ion, though, Edna has only seen him and barely crosses paths with him, but he seems so... gentle? Pure? Probably even more than Sorey, and that's saying a lot.
❛ I don't think it's been exoflected yet. You might've noticed the absurd amount of ruins, and that's more of Sorey's fault—and probably Meebo since they grew up together. ❜ She falls into a contemplative pause. ❛ My home is an empty, barren mountain. Even though there are some places similar to it, I know they're not actually from my memories. ❜ They don't carry the same somber, lonely feeling—but that shouldn't matter anymore. Not here in Tir Na Nog, at least.
Edna takes a step forward on the path to start with, then casually looks back at Luke. ❛ My world has sanctuaries: churches, I suppose. Not sure if they're the same as the Cathedral, though. I only know of one and it's because Lailah lived there for centuries. She tends to play the part of 'friendly ghost' really well. ❜
"You'll put up with me, huh...?" Luke muttered, mostly to himself. What was with that response? Did she not actually want to get that tour? Luke watches Edna start to walk, not moving until she looks back at him.
He takes the lead here, listening to her explanation about her home and the ruins that populate some of the places in Tir Na Nog. "An empty mountain? Why would you want to live somewhere like that?"
Luke begins to climb the steps that lead to the Cathedral, stopping to look up at the massive doors. "Your churches were for the Seraphim, right? I overheard Jade questioning one of you once. Auldrant never had anything like them. All of our churches were devoted to Lorelei."
It was strange to think that Lorelei was here, in this world, too. But unlike the Seraphim, Lorelei never had a body capable of interacting with the world.
Luke moves forward to push one of the large doors open, then swivels around to hold it open for Edna. "A couple of my friends used to live in this Cathedral, actually. Back on our world."
Sync is watching Dist closely as the older man checks his body for the abnormalities that can befall replicas. He'd been told that he'd long since surpassed the threshold that anything would happen, but Van had been insistent that his tool be kept in good shape.
"I'm gonna live, huh?" What a shame.
Dist glanced up from the clipboard he was writing on, and gave Sync a look that hovered somewhere between disgust and pity.
“You’re lucky,” he said. “Your composition is remarkably stable.”
The pen scratched away at the paper as he continued recording something, the usual dramatic flourishes of his handwriting devolving into illegibility. He knew he shouldn’t be so short with Sync, who was little more than a child, but the replica’s attitude was something that had not improved at all in the time they had known each other.
“I would have hoped you’d be a little more appreciative of that fact.” For a so-called failure, Sync had proved his strength quite well. His existence was one that countless past replicas would be all too jealous of, had they lived to see the day.
“Even the most lowly of beasts wants to live. Perhaps you could learn something from that.”
@iniquitousideals
The forest was so quiet, not only because of the strange lack of monsters in it but because Luke's current travel companion didn't seem to have a lot to say. He couldn't tell if there was something on the guy's mind or if he was just a reticent person.
"Are you really a swordsman?" Luke asked the other, turning his head to look down at him. He was kinda short for it, wasn't he? His sword would have to be pretty small, wouldn't it? That was a thought that Luke decidedly kept internal.
This was a normal question to ask, right? It didn't sound rude, at least. Luke always had a mouth on him, but these days, he liked to try to be civil. At least until the other person was rude to him first. Or if they were Asch.
Because Asch was always rude if you asked Luke. Whatever. Luke fidgeted with the decorative button on his sleeve idly and tilted his head to the side.
"How long have you been using one?"
"I also doubt that." Cineris could take a shot at a guess, but it wouldn't be something he held enough certainty in to voice. It didn't matter, though, he wasn't here to debate Vanitas' more recent motivations with Lauriam, he was here to listen to him talk about whatever it was that bothered him.
It felt weird to be doing this. When did he get so soft..?
Cineris slips his hands in his pockets and stares at Lauriam, listening to his reasons, to the past that he'd kept locked within him, explanations on the behaviors that some days didn't make much sense for what he knew of him... and the remnant hums, a sound of thought and acknowledgment both.
"... Sounds pretty complicated, growing up like that. Makes sense, though." He shrugs and sinks into the couch, turning his head away, eyes closing. "I'm not gonna judge ya. I get it."
It feels wrong to be sharing this, like Lauriam is exposing a wound that his enemy could drive a knife into. But Cineris wasn't his enemy. He had become someone that Lauriam trusted, despite how he had come from Vanitas. He trusted him enough to share this small home he'd made with him.
He only hoped that he wouldn't regret it someday. Behind his smiles and kind gestures, he was always watching Cineris. He wondered if Cineris knew that.
"I suppose you do," Lauriam replies, his voice soft. "Your relationship with Vanitas is complicated as well, isn't it?"
What would it be like, to be made of darkness and negativity? It certainly didn't seem pleasant. Such a heart would be wrought with pain--which was exactly why Lauriam had been so reluctant to regain his heart in the first place. He and Larxene had been united on that.
"...How do you see yourself in comparison to Vanitas?"
Xion tucked her leg under her, her drink held in her hand by the lid. She draped her arm across the back of the bench and let her gaze fixate on Beat. Just shy of scrutiny, she let herself run into curiosity instead. She was listening to him, hearing what he was saying but she was also thinking. Letting the internal mechanism of her mind turn over so she could come to a conclusion.
He was handsome. That was objective, at least. Beat was tall and lean, with a natural, easy confidence in his posture. Like he was comfortable in his own skin. Xion theorized that he was smarter than he thought he was. He had dodged the conversation about technical magic so quickly, as if avoiding it. That didn't mean it was beyond his grasp. Only that he thought it was. She was wary ... but tentatively Xion thought, I like this guy.
But it was a different than it was with Roxas.
Odette had explained this to Xion once. She wasn't interested in Hayner because he was Hayner. Objectively, Hayner was good looking, but he was also Hayner. Xion, like Odette, couldn't name the feeling, but she recognized she felt that way about Roxas too. He was Roxas. But Beat was different, he was older, more mature, and she liked that. She liked that she didn't feel like she had babysit him or worry about him. It made her feel like they were equals.
It was different but she couldn't decide what to do with that difference.
She would have to think about it more.
"It sounds like you really get along with your sister," Xion mentioned, with just a wry smiles. "Rhyme, right? She runs a bakery in town. Roxas mentioned it but we haven't gotten to go yet. Maybe later you can introduce me to her."
Xion finished off her drink and stood.
"But if you think this shop is worth our time," Xion said, "i want to see it for myself."
In all honesty, Beat was leagues more confident than he'd been as a younger teen. The time he'd spent in the game with Neku had taught him a lot about himself, even if he didn't often think so. Accomplishing something that everyone had told him would be impossible for him had done a lot.
He'd chased after girls as a teenager, and he'd often come on too strong. His eagerness and excitement had been read as creepy and too intense—so he'd had to learn to cool down. It had been an embarrassing, yet necessary lesson for him.
Xion definitely wasn't like the other girls that Beat had tried to get with in early high school. She had this cool, distant air to her, something that made her look apart from everyone that Beat had ever met. There was a tension about her that he recognized, though. Everyone who had ever survived the Reapers' Game carried it, some more than others. Even Beat, for all of his laid-back nature, could not always avoid the instinct to stay at the ready for threats.
It was a tension that all of his friends had, so Beat didn't think it was particularly strange at the moment.
"Oh yeah," Beat's smile grew. "Rhyme and I are takin' on the whole world together. We started that place t'gether. I make the food and she makes sure the CEO stays real fresh."
He means SEO.
Content to start walking with her while they chat, he starts the journey that will take them to Spain Hill. In the mad bustle of people coming and going across Shibuya, it's something of a haven. Just as the name suggests, Spain Hill exists on an incline. It's a pedestrian-only zone, with a large cobblestone pathway that sets it apart from any other area in the city.
It has all the usual sights in Shibuya: shops galore, but also a few unique restaurants. A French bistro, an Italian pizzeria, and a large Spanish-themed restaurant with a fluttering Spanish flag at the very top.
"A'ight, so Kaie's a bit weird," Beat began to explain as they approached a shop set off to the side of the path. "When you get in, your phone is gonna beep at'chu. He's got some kinda thing set up that lets him text people who come inside. Rhyme told me that he ain't verbal—uh, talking out loud stresses him out?"
Pushing open the shop door reveals an interior that can be nothing else but an occult shop. All manner of estoric books are on display next to jars labeled with herbs and powders. Candles of varying size and color dot some shelves along with boxes of tarot decks. A man in a black, wide-brimmed hat sits behind a display case full of large crystals.
His chin-length hair falls around his face in black waves and his teal-colored eyes rise up toward his visitors. Beat waves at him energetically, bringing a small crinkle to his eyes and a faint smile to his lips.
He glances at his phone, which is donned with a bright pink phone case with a cartoon rabbit face printed on it. Xion and Beat's phones will ding and Beat draws his phone out to look. They will both have identical messages reading:
[text]: Welcome to my shop! ヾ(・ω・*) [text]: What can I help you with today? ( ❛ᴗ❛ )
