#keytherapist

[rxcusant]

sketched some oc babs to cool down after working meticulous VN sprites all day oof

@heartsguide @toycrowns @lethargic-hunter @keytherapist im sorry theyre just sketches yall deserve the world

bonus: @copyheart because i cant stop thinking about his hair and even tho you say its ‘slightly wavy’ i just imagine a Mass 

[kcystotheheart]

@keytherapist || ✘

☾ Of course it had be instinct that led Dawn to protect Atlas, but also because Atlas was their friend and they cared about them. He was helping him try and recover from their injuries- and sure putting himself in harms way would only lengthen that process. But he couldn’t just stand idly by when Atlas could have gotten hurt.

“...Well I couldn’t just stand idly by and watch you get hurt Att... Besides, I’m fine thanks to you...”

A lie, but he didn’t need to know that right now. Atlas needed him- needed his reassurance. Carefully making his way over to the other, he knelt down beside him and gently put a hand on his shoulder.

“...Would you like some help up, I can make us some tea to help with your nerves...”

[kcystotheheart]

☯︎ @keytherapist decided to seek justice!

♘ Ira had been taking his time, memorizing every single detail of every little shop that was within Daybreak Town. After all, it was his home and he figured he should know it like he knows his keyblade. And since his keyblade had been made from his heart, he knew it better than he knew himself. 

He had heard about the heartsmiths from Ava, she had spoken quite highly about it which is one of his reasons to pay it a visit. So upon reaching the smithery, he took care to memorize the front of it before making his way inside. It had a rather homey feel to it, warm- comforting almost. He paused for a moment in his gazing when he noticed he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Greetings and well met. I hope I am not bothering you.”

[kcystotheheart]

@keytherapist || ✘

♾She shook her head, keeping her hold on the other’s hand even after he sat down. She hardly noticed how he tightened it even after, but she let go once she was sure he would be alright. Her vibrant turquoise coloured eyes shifted towards the Heartsmith’s face, watching them taking out their hair before moving back a bit. She looks behind herself as well towards where the young one slept, her head tilting ever so slightly before shifting to look back at Wynter.

At his words, she shook her head once more and gently patted his hand as if to reassure him that it was no trouble for an old friend. She carefully took it and traced out a few letters to him- words as she signed to him.

‘-sorry. I had seen this coming... and had hoped I come early...’

The keybladian didn’t usually speak, mostly due to the fact that she was still learning and only could speak keybladian- but she had adapted rather quickly and picked up sign language. Her brow furrowed at the sight of his smile, bringing a hand up slightly before drawing it back as she signed again.

‘...what happened...?’