// 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳

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idk here’s so different au dem stuff that i probably won’t elaborate

steven un*verse au: dem is a lapis lazuli with gold freckles that has great control over his hydrokinesis to terraform planets but favors slacking off to watch sea creatures, eat, and play a weird instrument.

harry p*tter au: is a slytherin due to his self preservation tendencies and cleverness. comes from a family of hufflepuffs. has a lazy owl that screeches at anyone that comes to close to dem. excels in potion making and no one knows how

good o*mns au: hes a demon that induces the sin sloth in others. not very good at his job as he keeps getting side tracked by his own lazyness. ironic really. creature is a sea otter. fell because he always questioned the almighty

pers*na 5 au: is dubbed the Nocturne and his main weapon is an axe. his card is the temperance. comes into his rebellious soul by causing anarchy rising up against a label company that was using him and planning on killing him for more sales

[ax3faire]

we! love! demyx!

[venacoeurva]

Summer break’s over, Halloween Time

-Please do not reupload/edit/use without proper credit or linking back, ask first please-

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im a fan of… hugs…… hugging…. being hugged

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“If I were a drum I'd let you bang me all night long.” Cue a shy, nervous scholar... who is embarrassed that he said that.

Oh.

Freckled cheeks grow red as Ienzo’s words fully sink into his thick head. Chuckling nervously he moves to lean against the wall to put on some sort of cool facade.

          “I mean--like--the human body is a musical instrument in itself.” A smile illuminates his face. “I can show you, uh, all the noises that the body can make if you want me too.”

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purposely drops something.... just to pick it up in front of demyx :eyesemoji:

Kingdom Hearts works in mysterious ways.

Not even bothering to be nonchalant about his actions a smile that could rival the Cheshire cats own grows on his face. Leaning forward where he sat behind Ienzo’s desk he lets a whistle ring out.

            “Hey hot stuff--ya come here often ??”

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A SERIES OF HEADCANON PROMPTS INSPIRED BY DISNEY MOVIES

Hercules - Is your muse more physically strong, or emotionally strong? 

Cinderella - Did your muse experience any childhood traumas? Did they overcome them?

Bambi - What is your muse’s relationship with their parents like?

Pinocchio - How honest is your muse? What is their moral stance on white lies?

Fantasia - Does your muse believe in magic? What is their view on it?

Dumbo - Has your muse ever been bullied for a physical difference?

Mulan - Is your muse secure in their gender identity? Have they ever experienced sexism or transphobia?

Aladdin - If your muse had 3 wishes, what would they wish for?

Zootopia - Would your muse enjoy living in a utopia, or would they feel out of place?

Tarzan - How did the place your muse grew up in affect them?

Moana - Does your muse believe in fate or destiny? What is theirs?

Atlantis - Is your muse adventurous or do they prefer to seclude themselves?

101 Dalmatians - Does your muse have a large collection of any particular thing?

Frozen - What is your muse’s relationship with their siblings like?

Beauty and the Beast - How has your muse changed as a person over their life? Have they changed for the better or for worse?

Sleeping Beauty - What is the worst possible curse your muse could face?

Pocahontas - How does your muse deal with being exposed to unfamiliar cultures? Are they open and accepting?

The Jungle Book - Is your muse happy living off of the bare necessities, or do they need more in life?

Oliver and Company - Is your muse more street smart or book smart?

The Hunchback of Notre Dame - What is your muse’s religious beliefs? Have they ever experienced oppression at the hands of religion?

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - How trusting of strangers is your muse? Would they accept a gift from a stranger?

The Princess and the Frog - Would your muse accept someone else’s help in fulfilling their dreams, or would they want to earn it for themself?

The Emperor’s New Groove - What animal would you associate your muse with? Why?

The Lion King - Is your muse prepared for the responsibilities laid out for them in life?

The Little Mermaid - Would your muse change themself for love, or would they wait to find someone who loves them for who they are?

Peter Pan - Is your muse a child at heart? What is their mental age or maturity?

Wreck-It Ralph - What does ‘being a winner’ mean to your muse?

Lilo & Stitch - Does your muse have any pets? Do they want any?

Lady and the Tramp - What are your muses romantic standards? Would they ever fall for someone of a lower class?

Alice in Wonderland - What does your muse often dream of? Do they have strange dreams? Pleasant ones? Nightmares?

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Zexion: I relate to Belle because she loves books and likes people for who they are.

Demyx: I relate to Tinkerbell because she needs attention or she dies.

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sliding in at the last minute but happy zemyx day!

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Vexen: Here’s 30000 Munny to break up with Ienzo

Demyx: Keep your money for our wedding

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iiii drew this for zemyx day on twitter but forgot ot post here bc im a grade a dumbe asse pls take it

[vcidgear]

“And yet, you kept going.”

— (via gqandw)

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i just gained some followers and uhhh sorry fnot sorry or all the z*myx youre gonna see today

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( happy zemyx day ya’ll ) illusionstm‌:

  Work was STRAINING, even for the Scholar, long periods of time on end in one sitting, the lack of sleep evident, despite his numerous attempts to catch a break where he could ( usually for a small nap, food, or what have you ). When his work was completed, that was when he was finally able to leave for the day, everything cleaned up accordingly, his lab coat over an arm rather than on his body as he walked back to his room.

  He perks up at the sight of Demyx, REFRESHING after a long, tedious day. The smile on his face grows wide, watching as Demyx stood and walked towards him. His hands crossed in front of him, his stance tall. Demyx didn’t stop. ❝ Good to see you too, Demyx, ❞  His voice trails off, moving back against the wall as Demyx moved towards him, arms on both sides of him. A hand moves away from the wall, nearing his face, wiping away the blue-grey bangs he sported–wincing at the suddenness of the touch, mismatched eyes stare up, greeting Demyx’s.

❝ You have? ❞ He was quick to ask, feeling their lips touch, a flutter in Ienzo’s chest and stomach at the feeling. He absently moved his hands from his lap, gently toying with what Demyx was wearing, softly humming. His head tilts immediately at Demyx’s touch, the kisses against his jawline making the scholar giggle.

❝ I’m proud of you, ❞ Ienzo exclaims, his voice almost a whisper. His body stiffens as kisses lower to his scarred neck, gulping down a hard lump in his throat, giving it time for him to relax ( He trusts Demyx–he wouldn’t hurt him, would he? ). His hands snake up to hook at the back of Demyx’s neck, humming softly.

❝ Maybe, ❞  Ienzo whispers, looking to both sides of them as much as he could, and as much as Demyx will allow him to look. ❝ Not here… We could be walked in on at any second, Demyx… I don’t think I want any of my dads to walk in on us. ❞

Not yet completely lost to the slow growing fog in his head he catches onto the smaller body against his growing tense. The scar was still a sore spot after all---nuzzling back in close a series of soft, loving, kisses are pressed along each section of darken skin within reach. He would never bring harm to Ienzo and wanted him to know that form his actions.

          “None of them ever come down this hallway.” Words are barely above a whisper as he continues his work, waiting for Ienzo to relax before setting about leaving new, pleasant marks upon his skin. The castle was enormous, many rooms and areas were still sectioned off as it had yet to be fully restored to it’s full glory. And as lazy as Demyx was--he was an observer--and he had maybe noticed that none of the other residents of the castle came down to this section during this time of the night. In fact most of them should either be in the lab or in bed by now.

         “Besides~” Other hand raising (oh he wished he had taken the gloves of the guard uniform off beforehand so that he could run them all over his body) he lays it on Ienzo’s waist, tugging them closer. Straightening back up just the slightest Demyx goes back to kissing once more at the shorters jawline. However, this time his trail leads upwards and towards Ienzo exposed ear. Stopping only to whisper a single sentence next to it. “I’ve kinda always wanted to fuck you against a wall.”

Chuckling slightly he leans back to offer up a warm smile. As much as he wants to live out his fantasy it’s important that both of them are willing and not on edge. Well, the wrong kind of edge. “But if you really want to we can go back to the room.” The fire in him dying down just enough to clear the fog in his head and see the sense his partner is talking about.

          “Ugh, it’s such a boner killer to think about your dads tryin’ to kill me.”

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calling me “pretty boy” or “good boy” is the fastest way to get me weak and ready to listen to everything you say like as soon as those words leave your mouth i’m gone

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the eyes are the mirror of the soul

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“Wait! Please don’t leave! I’m not going to hurt you!”

mermaid au sentence starters

Oh King Triton was going to skin him for coming up here.

Against his better judgement Demyx freezes--the waves gently lapping over his form where he lays in the sand. Just one strong push of the tail and he could easily be back into the ocean and on his way home. And yet he’s still laying there. Barely four feet away from a human (a small, adorable human).

It seemed like hours pass before the sea creature turns back around. Pupils narrowed into slits as a single brow arches in curiosity while he slowly breaches the water. Edging closer to the human his head tilts to the side--a nervous clicking leaving him.

         “How can I trust you won’t?”