#oomph833

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Me, @8sosada8 , @hamncheeeese , @tinyhandsensei , @thatonegingerfromsp , @spookys-graveyard , and @oomph833 came together to redraw one of the Buccellati's team's most famous pose's. But instead, with La Squadra. This is partially inspired by the PS2 version with the addition of Melone as Trish. Everyone did a really good job on this and I'm very happy with how this came out!

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Wanderlust Zine brings you the stunning work of J. Nina Droz, who creates art with a signature style that rivals the wonder of any stained glass art in cathedrals around the world ✨

J. Nina Droz is also working in several zines -- feel free to peruse her Tumblr and Twitter to keep track of them -- like @jojotarotproject (preorders open until July 27th), @yurionicetarotproject, @knightsflowerzine, or @confidantzine. Outside of drawing, she creates a different sort of art: the culinary kind, a feat as equally impressive as her drawn art (if not more, for being edible!)

Visit J. Nina Droz on Tumblr @oomph833 or Twitter @oomph833!

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[keybladewieldernier]

Wayfinder

@oomph833 Hello hello! I am your secret santa! Sorry I finished it on the last possible day, but I hope you enjoy it! I’m not the best at romance, so this turned a lot into a friendship story between Terra and Aqua, hope you don’t mind...

Anyways hope you enjoy and happy new years!

Summary: A young Aqua is struck with a brilliant idea.

Word Count: 1,022

Wayfinder

A young Aqua found herself in the Master’s library. There were many books lined up in tall bookshelves that lasted for what felt like miles. It seemed like it was possible to get lost in the sea of books.

While Terra wasn’t much of a reader, Aqua felt like it was almost a part of her training. The more that she understood, the better she could become a Keyblade Master. There was a lot of information that was hidden in some of them, and she had read a lot of them. Most of them had information about other worlds, some that she couldn’t believe were real. Perhaps it was because she had only ever been on the same world.

There was something different about the library that day. Or perhaps she was just remembering it differently. It was a fond memory of an idea that she had gotten to give her friend. Back in those days, Ven hadn’t been around.

It had just been her and Terra. Most of their time was spent training together, and those days had been a lot simpler. They didn’t have to worry as much about the Mark of Mastery exam because it felt so far away. Even though they were training for it, it felt like a distant dream. One that Aqua wanted, but one that didn’t feel real yet.

All that felt real was her friendship to Terra.

That was when she ran across a book about charms made out of seashells she was struck with a brilliant idea. One that she wanted to do no matter what. It was a charm that meant that her and her friend would stay together no matter what.

If Aqua was filled with one thing, it was faith. She believed that no matter what happened, her friendship with Terra would last, no matter the circumstances.

Even though she had no seashells, she started to work on them with the materials that she did have. It was hard to find something as a substitute at first. Especially when she was so busy.

She wanted to make it a surprise, but it was hard when Terra would notice her sneaking off after training. Plus, she wasn’t the best of liars. She swore that he was going to catch her in the act one day.

Finally, Terra asked her one day after they had finished training on the rings outdoors, “What are have you been doing these days? You always seem so busy.”

Aqua had paused at that not really knowing what to say in response. There were a million things that she could say, yet her mind blanked and she could only put a smile on her face as she attempted to fool him.

To be honest, despite that Terra was older, he always seemed to be a lot more gullible. It was as if he was willing to trust others a lot more than Aqua was. Not to say that Aqua wasn’t trusting, it was just that she had a better sense of telling whether or not there was good intention behind a person or not.

“It’s a secret,” she finally decided with a smile, while Terra raised an eyebrow in response. With that said, she had zipped past him before Terra had much of a chance to do anything. She had always been faster than him, thankfully.

As she made her way back to her room, she found Master Eraqus waiting for her with a gentle smile on his face. She looked surprised to see him there, and he held out his hand.

“Master Eraqus?” she started, and he looked at her with the same look in his eyes.

“I sensed that you wanted to make these,” he said,  and it was a collection of materials in his hand, “I couldn’t get any seashells, but this should suffice, correct?”

A slow smiled appeared on her face as she took the materials from him, and said, “Thank you Master.”

“Of course Aqua,” he said, and she took the materials back to her room, and started to put together glass pieces in the form of a star.

It was a lot harder than she thought it would be. Her fingers were easily pricked when she tried to put the pieces together, and it was slow progress.

She was sure that Terra was starting to suspect something, when he noticed her slight flinch the first time she tried to hold her keyblade after having pricked it the night before.

After he had seen he had taken her hand and examined it. Her eyes went wide at the motion, and she felt her heart trip over itself for a moment since it was rare for the two to make contact with each other unless it was their keyblades slamming together.

“Where did you get these?” he asked, and it was probably the first time that he had noticed something like that about her.

“From a project I’m working on,” she supplied, and Terra raised an eyebrow in response.

“Which would be?”

She gave him a wry smile as she pulled her hand away and shrugged, “You’ll see eventually. It’s a gift that I don’t want to spoil.”

Terra’s blue eyes examined her, and she felt herself start to feel like he was trying to figure it out with just a glance. It took all of her willpower not to glance away and instead smile at him, “You’ll find it soon enough.”

“I didn’t see you as someone that would make things. Couldn’t you just use magic?” Terra finally asked.

“W-what do you mean?” Aqua started and Terra gave a grin.

“That’s so girly of you.” Terra supplied and Aqua left out a sound of annoyance.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she said and he let out a laugh.

She felt comfortable around him like this. That was why she wanted to make him a gift, one that meant that no matter what happened to them, they would be connected forever. A friendship that was everlasting. A power that kept them together.

She could have only wished that those days could have lasted.

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Message: I loved making this! I hope you enjoy this and have a good new year!!

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To: Nina :) :D 

Hey Nina! I hope I got your requests right? :) I was supposed to post this earlier, but we have internet problems which was lol sorry, Merry Christmas though! Hope you enjoy!! 

Sincerely, Dee

PS. I posted this one on AO3 since I forgot how to post it here?? Woops.

Here it is!!

[bigboobshaunt]

Reassurance

(It's the 20th in my timezone, yah)

This is my Nagamas gift for oomph833. I really really need to thank this person for their art that was linked in the prompt, because I love it so much, and it contains all that is good in the universe.

But yes, ahem, my gift, which I do hope you enjoy ^^

I tried to include the scene in that picture as best as I could, hehe.

"URAAAAGH! Taste the endless wrath of my blade, fiend!" a confident voice sounded across the grassy battlefield, before its owner darted to another direction, blade pointed at his next enemy. "Hold on! Oh, sacred priest! For I shall slay any foes that might assail you!" 

"Ya know... I'm sure ya could protect me a whole lot faster without the shoutin' and posin' and the like," the priest in question noted, just as the risen barbarian that had headed his way fell to the ground.

 “Maybe so, but how would they have known ‘twas the swashbuckling hero of an epoch - Owain – who killed them?” the hero wannabe questioned, before plunging his blade, a silver sword named ‘Edge of Fateful Armageddons’, into the same risen’s back, causing it to dissipate into a cloud of purple mist, thusly ending the short-lived battle to defend their camp’s borders.

 “Less swash and bucklin’ and more takin’ care of yerself, would ya?” Brady said with a worried tone, as he noticed a wound in Owain’s shoulder, and promptly sat on the grassy plain behind him and began treating it with the soft green glow of his Mend staff.

“Ha! No mere wound of earthly origin could keep me down!” the myrmidon energetically declared, waving his arms in the air, even though he should be in pain from the still fresh wound.

“I swear… yer bullheadedness is the stuff that should go down in legends…” the priest sighed, trying to keep the other man still, for his treatment.

“Why, thank you, Sir Brady of the Moistened Eyes. Surely you agree my legendary exploits shall be taught to all in the future. Like this night’s, for instance, when I-“ Owain began what was sure to be a long-winded and overtly prosed ramble, but he never got to finish, as Brady’s lips met his halfway through.

“If this is what takes to make ya shut yer trap… ya can have it, punk!” Brady reprimanded him after pulling apart, and then continued with the healing spell, leaving both of them slightly red in the face from the sudden kiss.

“H-Heh, sorry… I’ll be quiet and let you finish patching me up. Thank you for that, by the way,” the shorter of the two said, giving his partner one of his trademark wide smiles.

That smile, however, didn’t do its usual trick of reassuring Brady that all would be alright.

“No need to thank me, idjit. If ya think I’m about to let my boyfriend bleed to death, yer crazier than anticipated,” the priest responded, still shaky and unused to the ‘b word’ describing their relationship. “Not like yer gonna stop gettin’ hurt anytime soon, but I’ll do my best to be there and heal ya when it happens, ya know?”

Pausing for a second to reflect on Brady’s words, after the healing spell had been completed, Owain turned to him to speak his mind about the whole thing, but instead, he found the other man crying.

A crying Brady was not an unusual sight, and Owain had grown to accept that about his boyfriend, much before they had actually become involved romantically, but somehow this time it seemed… different.

“Hey, do you want to talk about it?” the poet inquired, moving closer to Brady and resting an arm on his shoulder.

 It took Brady a little while to calm himself down enough to speak coherently, but Owain waited in place, giving him reassuring pats on the back and running a hand through his hair.

“It’s just that… yer gonna get yerself killed if ya keep havin’ to protect me… and I can’t ever tell if ya take this whole lotta fightin’ seriously, what with your theatrics and whatnot,” Brady confessed, clearly revealing more than he had ever meant to.

To his surprise, however, instead of being mad at him for the accusations, Owain simply took his hand in his and kissed it.

“W-Waddya think yer doin’?” Brady questioned, not expecting that reaction at all, nor even knowing what to make of it.

“You’re right, Brady. I protect you not only because you can’t fight, but also because of how I feel for you, but… I shouldn’t make light of being injured either… not when there are people who care for me and don’t want to see me hurt,” Owain explained himself, trying to whip up his usual cocky smile, but ending with a decidedly more bittersweet version of it upon his lips.

“Yer unreal… ya know that?” Brady responded, while drying his tears on his sleeves.

“Hey, I know the tales of my valor may seem grand, but there has to be some degree of believability to them, or else the people can’t be invested in my story!” Owain joked, pulling Brady closer to him.

“Ya should still know that I’ll be worryin’ about ya either way,” the priest noted, nuzzling Owain’s chest.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are the best sidekick a hero could hope for!” Owain declared, holding Brady as tight as he could.