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☮ for an embarrassing headcanon

Lemme see here… While it’s something he does out of habit now, Saix actually has a surprisingly low tolerance for cigarette smoke and alcohol. And with the cigarette smoke, I imagine he’d get physically ill with too much of it or too frequently inhaling it, and the alcohol I don’t really see him getting ill with. Just very easily getting drunk, regardless of how much he’s used to drinking.

[lunaticberserker]

[Saix going to bed after waking up] Ansem was naturally annoyed by this, and since violence would only lead to a time-wasting battle and the Master despised waiting for his Darknesses on a meeting, the Heartless knew only one solution. Since Saix was surely not fond of closeness, especially with Norts, Ansem quickly followed and crawled into bed with the Nobody. Lying beside him, he just grinned: "I am going to spoon you if you don't get up and /stay/ up, Saix~"

My muse is having a hard time getting up one morning. Your muse keeps waking them but, but they go right back to sleep a minute later. Send how your muse would wake them.

The Diviner's eyes immediately blew open at that, and any reluctance at leaving the warmth of his bed abruptly vanished. Scrambling from his bed (with as much dignity as he could muster, of course), Saix immediately reached for his cloak, pausing only to shoot the other a particularly poisonous glare as he dressed. 

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"Bow down to me you fool."

As much as he wanted to spit in this guy’s face for such a bold and abrasive demand, Saix knew better than that from their first meeting. And frankly, he really wasn’t in the mood for dealing with his darkness today.

He drops to one knee and bows his head. Outwardly, he may still seem to be the obedient lap dog. But inwardly, he’d already brutally slaughtered Ansem in approximately ten different manners.

Some day… They shall both rue the day. When their backs are turned and their guard finally down, I’m going to pull that damn throne out from under them both and see how loyal the others are then…

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Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Every muscle possible stiffened at this man’s touch. Saix didn’t recognize him, but he had been around Xemnas enough to recognize danger and darkness when he saw it.

Within, Saix wanted to scream, lash out, growl, something. But nothing obeyed orders. It was as if the darkness within the X-shaped scar between his amber eyes was reacting to this man’s touch, and paralyzing everything from muscle to vocals. And the cold, icy tendrils of darkness rising and reacting within his soul made the Diviner shudder with fear; too long of an exposure would surely corrupt, if not destroy him.

Stop…! He plead internally. For mercy’s sake, please stop…!!

[semesora-archive-blog]

⊰The Fourth Wish⊱ | lord-ansem

⊰♕—Ever since I was very small, I always was told to keep my dreams close, and my nightmares closer. Momma used to say that nightmares were there to teach me lessons, to make me stronger. At the time, I didn't believe her, but once I started my travels. I started to realize what were my real dreams--and my nightmares. I became my own, living nightmare...

⊰♕—There at the base of stairs stood the young man in all his glory. He was back, to try again at finally mastering the Keyblade, the very thing that had gotten him though so much before. All his journeys, his friends, and even the newest editions to the group had been cheering him on. He's happy sure, and even if he's feeling that sweet warmth of being welcomed home. Sora still very much feels alone. This wasn't the first time he has felt this way, no, it's happened before when he moved to world after world. The impending feeling that something bad was going to happen, and him not being able to battle it left Sora tired, weary and most of all, lonely. It hurt knowing that there wasn't anyone whom he could speak to about his situation, since everyone else was so happy to be progressing against the darkness. Riku, the male had became Master, solved his fears of the darkness, and in time became slightly distant from him. It hurt. Kairi, she was their special princess, who too was training to defend against the darkness. Though, even if she smiled, she also seemed distant from him as well. That hurt the most.  Even now, as Sora lays in his bed, watching the night blue sky illuminate with stars, he's thinking, What would happen if I lost..? A silly thought, for people of light shouldn't doubt themselves this much, but he is. And it scares him. Raising a hand to his face, something flickers at the tip of his fingers, something dark and sinister. He knows what it is, he's seen it before. Darkness, come to claim his weakened heart, though he won't go down easy. Even if the darkness deteriorated his body to nothingness, he would fight. He would fight for as long as he could, never to tell his friends how much of weakling he truly was. That's the real Sora. That's the Sora everyone wants to see. That's the Sora they will get until the day he died. "I will not let them know, that I'm failing.."

[marlushya]

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A smile was on the nobody’s face as he spotted his little bird, carefully working on a drawing. She was obviously focused on it, not having noticed him approaching. As he approached, he began to sing softly. “But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth? Darling, how I miss you. Strawberries taste how lips do.”

He was close now before he moved quickly, hand moving to her throat before tilting her head up to look at him. “And it’s not complete yet. Mustn’t get our feet wet. Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon.” A grin was on his lips as he leaned in. “And I’ll owe it all to you. My little bird. My little bird~” And he closed the distance, gently brushing there lips together. He broke the kiss smirking down at her before turning to leave.

"And of all these things I’m sure of. I’m not quite certain of your love." Marluxia sang as he walked away. He looked over his shoulder at her as he stood in the door way. "And you made me scream. But then I made you cry. When I left that little bird, with its broken leg to die.” And with that, he left, the grin spread on his face.

[marlushya]

Candytuft

Candytuft: indifference

"Much the same to you."