Self-indulgent exploration of the concept of toxic yuri through Claire and Alexia for some reason, idk how this happened tbh

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Self-indulgent exploration of the concept of toxic yuri through Claire and Alexia for some reason, idk how this happened tbh
widestwaistlines
Teaching her all the tricks of fighting when your belly's the size of a Large Body.
"So, first, use Protect so that even if you land funny, like on your leg, you won't hurt yourself! Then, cast Gravi... well, just Gravity is enough at your size! Then, when you're light as a feather, just jump up high! When the spell ends, it'll really let 'em have it~!"
"Do you think it's coming along well?"
Her Master's voice is soft-spoken, but authoritative. It's not a question, but a demand to hear her thoughts. Shuffling closer, Clexia has to stop herself from standing too close. Larxene had made plenty of jabs that between their skin tone and light hair, she looked like his daughter.
Clexia couldn't feel uncomfortable, but that wasn't a thought she wanted in her head right now.
Dismissing her weapon, standing on the grand balcony that overlooked The World That Never Was, Clexia craned her head back until her hood tumbled from her shoulders. Up above, countless hearts were rising into the sky, the hundreds being released by her Bakers joining those of the Samurai, Dancers, and Snipers that had been on duty today as well.
All towards that moon.
Kingdom Hearts.
"It doesn't look any different. Maybe a bit bigger, so... I dunno, I guess it's progressing."
"And yet, your will wavers."
Clexia clutched the railing, eyes widening as she stared down. She couldn't stop a thought rising to the forefront to her mind.
It was a memory, a sparring exercise between Organization members. Clexia had been proud when she'd fought against Vexen and won. Even Demyx hadn't been able to defeat her. Yet, in the tournament it had turned into from competitive wants to test strength, one thing became clear.
In terms of power, Clexia was near the bottom of the Organization. Far, far below their leader.
His hand came down on her shoulder.
"Hold on to the truth." he commanded, "And do not doubt it. When Kingdom Hearts is made real, not only will you gain a heart, but all those that were used to open the way will be returned. What you do is merely an act of borrowing. Harmless."
His hand, ice cold, left her shoulder.
Not that she could feel the difference.
His silence was a sign of dismissal. Normally it would be polite to walk away, to move aside before calling a dark corridor.
Instead, she let the portal wash over her, whisking her away as fast as it could.
Woman that uses the power of darkness to open up Corridors to insidious places.
Like the back rooms of bakeries, fast food joints, and restaurants.
"I'm so fucked up and evil." she says, stuffing her face for hours on ill-gotten goods.
magesmeatymuses
I want to see the name for Clexia's default weapon...!
Her fork's name, which is so big it's practically a spear, is Ravener. A play on her being ravenous, and how since it strikes from above it similar to a bird of prey.
widestwaistlines
Having secret meetups with Xion when she's made a Somebody again.
Can you call it secret when they can be seen from orbit?
ivymancy-grove
Scary, but also... definitely kinda hot. Just a little bit.
Looking up at the toweringly tall Clexia up above you.
Something something.
Clexia's limit break being her enveloping you in a black hole, shrinking you down compared to her scale, and having to dodge as a gigantic fork stabs at the arena again and again.
Waiting for the reaction command to drive the fork down harder, cracking the arena and shattering it, returning things to normal.