#nuiert

[umbraestus-blog]

@nuiert Xion wanted to thank Lux for that lovely art he drew of them ;w; (Xion can’t draw so they added pretty seashells)

[slowbladed]

Here's to us hopefully surviving whatever DMCV throws at us (and that the next three days go without any risk of spoilers)

literally the box in Kingdom Hearts is all the DMC fans hiding from DMCV leaks/spoilers

[thegaleandlance]

“I don’t want your pitty height comparisons!”

[fauxnine-blog]

@nuiert.    sc.

“    I  like  that    picture  you  drew----    want  me  to    make  it    out  of  water    ??    ”

[slowbladed]

💐 With care and caution, he holds a collection of pink coordinated flowers - mostly Amaryllis and different shades of pink tinted roses amongst others - in his hands . It's obvious he picked them thinking Marluxia would like pink flowers ( with no awareness of their names or meanings )

FLOWER LOVE (ACCEPTING)

   SYMBOLS AND MEANINGS came to Marluxia as if his first tongue. Flowers given always picked apart as a sentence. Stringing them together to find the hidden meaning and play along with poetry. One could have suggested he become a florist for such talent but really it was lingering memories of a time long ago that he desperately clung to in order to be whole. 

   And so it was always obvious when someone came to him without meaning to give any meaning to the flower. Their dance in giving it to him, the way they formed together, how haphazard each symbol was said was obvious. Sometimes, people just gave flowers just to give them. There was no other meaning besides that. To only give. At the end of the day that was what mattered most. To receive such bountiful gifts and cherish them even if they meant nothing for they still meant something to someone. 

   He bent, taking the flowers in his hands. They were still beautiful. Still a gift to him. They danced in his hands as he let them sit in his hair. A gracious smile growing on his face as he looked at the child. “Oh, these are wonderful.” He breathed in the scent. Letting them soak into his body as he sighed peacefully. “These have much to say. I wonder what stories they shall tell me.” He closed his eyes listening carefully. A gentle peace within the very bottom of his ‘heart’. “But I won’t leave you empty handed.” He brought his hand out. Sticking it behind Lux’s ear and leaving behind a bright purple crocus. “I think purple suits you well.”

[asiifisms]

Xig: If you want to make it in the Organization, don't get attached to anyone. It's easy, 'coz we have no hearts.

SB: why are you holding that child

Xig: (carrying Lux on his shoulders) Because shut up, that's why

[asiifisms]

Imagine a very little Lux , aka baby Lux, with Xigbar . Who's just babysitting him once again ( covering for Saix cause stuff turned up ) Now please image Lux like reaching out his hands, cause he's started to squirm and fidget but its like his hands end up booping Xig on the nose. Lux stops for a moment , before he then just places his hand on Xigs nose and is just watching him ( aka back when Xig hadn't grown so attached to the kid and its just - what a innocent bean )

He’d been expecting a lot of things, when he’d signed up to play henchman to Xemnas. Assassinations? Sure, why not, kind of his whole gig. Same with recon. But, babysitting?

He stared down at the little bundle in his arms, those big, golden eyes, little tufts of white hair sprouting from that tiny head. He really had no idea what he was meant for, did he? … Poor kid.

He lifts the little baby to sit upright in his arms, keeping a steady hold even as the boy squirms and wiggles and explores what it is to ‘exist’. As much as any of them could claim that privilege, of course. The Freeshooter’s brow furrowed as he studied the baby - had to wonder what the logic behind such a young vessel was. It’d take a while before he was combat-ready. Then again, this whole mess was scheduled to play out over the next few years, so, who knew? Maybe the Littlest Vessel That Could would be chugging along with the rest of them in no time at all.

“Little Xehanort junior,” he mused to himself, but stopped when a tiny hand found its way to his nose. In spite of himself, after a beat, he chuckled. 

“Yeah, don’t think I’d like being called that, either.” He said, gently brushing little fingers away, watching idly as they curled around his thumb.

“How’s about we stick with just ‘Junior’, for now?”

[gamenu]

" Um ... " So, he managed to overhear about a ' birthday ' and though he knew what one was, he couldn't recall how to handle it when it was someone else. Still, he tried - wanting to do something special for Nicole - partly in thanks. So, once he finally works up the courage he passes along a drawing that wished her a happy birthday, alongside what seemed to be a hand made deck of cards ( one could tell he had help putting them together. ) " Happen bir ... birthday ... H-happy I mean ... "

         “Hey, Kiddo!”

        {/Per the norm, Nicole sits down on the bench and pats the seat next to her. She knew Lux needed a few moments to get himself together to be able to express what was on his mind. So there, she waited patiently. Looking down in her hands as he passed her a drawing, all Nicole could do was let one of the biggest, cheesiest smiles take over her face. Lux was getting better with his art every day, in her opinion. And the fact he thought of her on her birthday was really nice. Even this nice little deck of handmade cards. They were cutely drawn by him, of course. And he surprised her with these! They were properly numbered and accurately depicted.

          As he struggled to say what he wanted, Nicole got it well enough. Leaning over, she kissed the top of his head before gently placing an arm around him and giving him a little squeeze.}

        “Thanks, Lux! I love i’. Do ya mind if I hang this pic up on my fridge?”

( @nuiert )