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Kaledo Art
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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@invertxgo
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕟, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟
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teardownheaven:
“Powers above if that doesn’t sound exactly like what that boy would do…” He’s just going to sniff hard and then start… randomly gesturing like he can’t decide what to do with his hands.
“I need a minute. I need a minute–”
“Yeah,” He nods, crossing his arms and ducking his own head. “Take all the time you need, big guy.” As much as the bunch of them had put Sora through with him coming out the other end, it’d taken quite a bit for him to accept that anything had done Sora in.
teardownheaven:
“Oh no.”
“Seems he was about the only lastin’ casualty of the war... Far as I can figure, the kid put himself between the Princess and the laws of the universe... Can’t believe no one’s told ya yet.”
@teardownheaven Said:
"I am haunted daily by the fact that Sora'd take "I'm sorry" at face value and just trust us not to fuck up again, that boy needs to be protected //at all cost.//"
“About that....”
“Pretty sure that if anyone’s gonna hold a single one of us accountable for fuckin’ anything, it’s gonna have to be the other people what was there. Powers know that those kids are quicker to forgive than a single one of us deserves.”
teardownheaven:
“…Yeah, I did. And I’m sorry.”
“Forgiven but not forgotten...”
“Though uh, I’d prefer broken arms and some cracked ribs. Those’ll heal. I ain’t never gettin’ my eye back. So your point still stands.”
@teardownheaven replied to This Post:
"Braig was a little bitch to me for years and the worst I ever did was give him a noogie y'all need t' do BETTER."
“Aah-ah-ah. No. Lexaeus broke my arm. And threw me at walls.”
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕟, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟
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“While we’re at it can we start holding certain people accountable for the fact that they maimed someone, instead of saying ‘well, was braig being a little bitch?’ ‘Cause last I checked I’ve been a little bitch my entire life but only one person has decided to shoot my fucking eye out.”
“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.”
eldritchmoms:
“I can and I will.” The master spread his arms in protest. “You know how much those fluffy pompom ripoff merchants charge for those things? …don’t tell them I said that.”
“That doesn’t make it fair,” Luxu pouts, crossing his arms and ducking his hooded head. “How am I supposed to get my own rocks if you don’t let me have yours? I don’t have any munny to give the moogles...”
Xehanort ruins everything
My motto in life
@invertxgo
The sigils were still active. Not all of them, but more than none. And that was concerning enough to bear checking, even if the possible results made his stomach twist.
There were at least five. Maybe as many as seven. The cluster of four was easy enough to identify. One… he was not sure if it was truly there, or if it was only fantasy. A further one, present but faint. But the last…
Of course, Xigbar should not have survived. But that made two of them.
Tracking him down was not difficult, even had he not had the Heartless available to search. His sigil had always been different somehow. Stronger.
And Ansem had questions.
He’s felt the heartless on the corner of his enclosed reach more times than he cared to count for... Oh, he would say about the past five minutes. He wants to ignore them, and at first he does - or rather, at first he can. Their chattering, as subvocal as it was, was becoming a bit too much for him to ignore.
So he rolls his eyes, and heads to his room, intending on getting a little privacy for him to see what it was they wanted.
He’s not expecting the Answer to be so... Immediate.
Luxu is quick to cross the room to the door, double checking the lock before he round on the Heartless laying sprawled across his bed. This was happening. It couldn’t have been happening. Shouldn’t have been happening. But it was happening.
“You’re alive?”
eldritchmoms:
“Hm… teeth hardness about mohs 8…” The Master muttered to himself as he jotted down notes. “Gravity aligned minerals continue to be reported as tasting like purple… still getting into my synthesis supplies…”
The fact that Luxu’s jaw dropped could be felt even without the Master of Master’s looking at him was likely a comical thing. Had there been witnesses to this, that is. Less comical would be the way that Luxu scurries up to the Master and huffs up at him.
“Hey! Hey, that’s no fair! You can’t just keep all the rocks to yourself!”
eldritchmoms:
“Luxu! That stuff’s, what, a seven on the mohs scale? That’s… actually kinda impressive. So, how many teeth d’ya break figuring that out?”
“None!” Luxu’s hands curl into fists as he bounced slightly in place, “But! It was pretty hard, I think I found my version of a jawbreaker.” He probably shouldn’t sound nearly as pleased with himself as he does, given that they were talking about his eating of rocks.
anxother:
“Life is a journey of discovery,” Ansem muttered. Yes, he had collapsed on top of Xigbar, and no, he was not sorry. “For example, today I learn that as far as you are concerned I can be reduced to a weighted blanket that fucks.”
He’s sounding rather too smug and satisfied to be put out by this fact, though.
Well, if Ansem wasn’t put out by it, he wasn’t going to feel bad about sharing the thought.
Okay, maybe he’d elaborate on it a bit, “T’ be fair, I like your personality too... Not every day you find a weighted blanket that both fucks and makes for good conversation.” Certainly not in his opinion, at least. Typically you had to pick one or the other.
