#Keyblade Wielder

[shodandbg]

UPDATED EDIT ON MY LAST TD x KH POST: Leshawna’s Keyblade Armor Helmet corrected!

This is SUPER embarrassing, but I just noticed after posting that Leshawna’s edit, the one with the helmet at least, had a very weird layer problem on her left side. Not to worry though, I corrected it. Much better!

I did the same with the group edits where she is.😁

[dedennechu]

Introducing a beloved Kingdom Hearts OC! Keyblade Master Lunelle, who has a strange affinity for the moon!

She becomes more dexterous and swift when battling under the light of the moon, the power causing her hair to glow white! 🌙🐇

[hexxter]

Oh Missing Link please come already and save me with the option to design androgynous keykids.. 💔

Thought its wasn’t as hard as I expected to edit it

(Mixed two female hair styles and cut the head to fit to the male body)

[rinyukiliv]

New Fanfic

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘

"Some promises transcend memory. Some bonds survive even darkness."

Hikari stood at the edge of Traverse Town, watching the eternal night sky, her fingers absently tracing the charm hanging from her waist—a star-shaped token she couldn't remember receiving but somehow knew was precious.

"He's really gone, isn't he?" Her voice was soft, barely audible over the distant sounds of the town.

Sora paused beside her, his own Keyblade materializing and dematerializing in his hand—a nervous habit he'd developed since their world fell. "Riku's still out there. I know it."

"But he chose the darkness." The words tasted bitter on her tongue. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she could see him again—silver hair, aquamarine eyes that always saw too much. The boy who'd found her washed up on the shore with nothing but a name.

"I'll protect you, always." That's what he'd promised.

With a flick of her wrist, her primary Keyblade appeared—Twilight's Embrace, Donald had called it. Unlike Sora's Kingdom Key, hers was an intricate weave of silver and midnight blue, the teeth forming a crescent moon embracing a star.

"Sometimes I think I can feel him," she whispered, "through this." Her second Keyblade—Forgotten Oath—materialized in her left hand, its design darker, more jagged. "Like he's calling to me from somewhere I can't reach."

Sora's expression softened. "You really care about him, don't you?"

Hikari's grip tightened around both weapons. "I made a promise too, Sora. Before we left the islands. Before I knew what these were." She nodded toward her Keyblades. "I promised I'd never let the darkness take him. And I failed."

The memory flashed before her—Riku standing in the storm, hand outstretched, darkness swirling around him. "Come with me, Hikari. We can find the truth together."

And for a moment—just one heartbeat—she'd almost said yes.

"Memories might fade," she said, turning to Sora with newfound determination as both Keyblades glowed with inner light, "but promises don't. I'm going to find him, even if I have to walk through every shadow in every world."

Sora grinned, that unwavering optimism shining through. "Then we'll find him together."

But as they walked back toward the hotel where Donald and Goofy waited, Hikari felt the familiar pain behind her eyes—the pressure that always came before the fragments. Broken pieces of memory, like shattered glass, cutting through her thoughts.

A grand hall. Keyblades, countless Keyblades. A man with amber eyes. "You were born for this, child."

And Riku—younger Riku—reaching for her hand across a vast distance, screaming a name that didn't sound like hers.

She blinked, and it was gone. These weren't memories from Destiny Islands. They were something else. Something older.

Something she wasn't sure she wanted to remember.

✧ COMING NEXT ✧

"You're chasing someone who doesn't exist anymore," Maleficent's voice curled around Riku like smoke as she gestured to the projection of Hikari wielding her Keyblades alongside Sora. "You're wrong." But doubt had already taken root in his heart. The witch smiled, cold and calculating. "She was never yours to begin with, child. She was always meant for a greater purpose." "What do you know about Hikari?" His voice had an edge that surprised even him. "I know why she washed up on your little island. I know why she can wield not one, but multiple Keyblades—a power not seen since the ancient wars. And I know what will happen when she finally remembers who she truly is." Darkness pulsed beneath his skin. "Tell me." "Help me secure the princesses, and I'll reveal everything about your precious Hikari—including the fate that binds you both."

As Hikari travels with Sora to new worlds, fragments of her forgotten past begin to resurface—memories of Keyblades, ancient wars, and a destiny intertwined with darkness. Meanwhile, Riku delves deeper into Maleficent's schemes, driven by the desperate need to understand the girl whose memories begin and end on the shores of their island home.

Some secrets are worth crossing worlds to uncover. Some are better left forgotten.

✧ [READ MORE] ✧

[allyson-morningstar]

Allow me to properly introduce: Allyson Morningstar

Her Homeworld was destroyed by Heartless, and due to trauma her memories were repressed.

Allyson would end up in Akatsuka Japan where she's taken in by Mr. and Mrs. Yowai (Totoko's parents)

Becoming close friends with the Matsuno Brothers, particularly Karamatsu (the second eldest) whom she developes feelings for and vice versa.

Her memories show up in her dreams though only vaguely.

This motivates her to desperately want to know where she came from and what happened to her Homeworld.

So Allyson along with Totoko and the sextuplets came up with a plan to leave the Akatsuka Ward and travel other worlds.

However, before they could put their plan into action. The Heartless raided the Akatsuka Ward. Triggering a memory in Allyson's brain.

Sensing her strong heart, the Starstorm Keyblade chooses Allyson as its wielder.

Fending off the Heartless until she reaches Darkside. Though upon defeating the giant heartless, Allyson is sent away as the Akatsuka Ward falls into darkness.

EDIT: Swapped the colors of her hood.

[symbioticnightmare]

-Bodies litter the ground as we cut to Jack sparrow on an absolute rampage with a key blade and Donald slinging thundaga like MP isn't a thing cackling like mad men-

Cut to Goofy waking up in a cold sweat "Holy shit Sora did offer Jack a key blade"

[blusilurus]

I mostly passively watched my brother play Kingdom Hearts for years with the exception of running around myself a bit in KH1, KH2 and Birth by Sleep. These games are so nostalgic but cursed AF all the plaid theres so much plaid and chains help 2000's belt fashion looking games

[lilmissytealbow]

CRK X KH AU- Kings and Queens Keyblade Wielders!Ancient Heroes

[lordsireno]

Ammith the keyblade wielder ~

[shodandbg]

TD x Kingdom Hearts (Edits): MAJOR Update 2: Final character edits of Series 1! + Sora’s TD Keyblade is now in development!

And here we are, ladies and gentlemen! Leshawna and Brick, and their Keyblades, are completed! With them, Sora has officially 15 options to mix and match his party in Camp Wawanakwa!

I already explained Alejandro and Duncan, but here’s the rundown: Alejandro’s fit is a combo of KH3 Riku’s and Terra’s and his Keyblade is called Toro’s Fury, based on Foreteller Aced’s Keyblade. Duncan’s fit is based on Young Xehanort’s outfit in Union X. His Keyblade’s name is called Delinquent’s Passion and has his lighter as a base, with the skull gift he made for Courtney as a keychain.

Leshawna’s outfit is based on the Keyblade armor worn by the Wayfinder trio and Master Eraqus from Birth by Sleep, with her own unique helmet too! Her Keyblade’s name is Sister’s Force, and it’s inspired partly by Foreteller Invi’s Keyblade. It has the frog she needed to capture in S1’s “Wawanakwa Gone Wild” and the twin blades are supposed to be the capital cursive L you see in her swimwear (fitted in blade form that is). The keychain are the yo-yos Harold gives her before his elimination in WT. I love how she turned out.

Brick ended up being one of my favorite designs too! His outfit is based on the Canadian Miltary ceremonial uniform, specifically the one used by privates, but combined with the aesthetic of Sora’s KH2 outfit, something I previously did for Jo. His Keyblade’s base is a flagpole and is called Private’s Honor! Decorated with private badges and elements from the Canadian Army Flag like the fleur-de-lis (seen in the 1939-1944 version) and the iconic maple leaf. The actual flag has the Canadian colors but with the Guardians of Light team logo. The keychains are the dog tags you see him usually wearing on his everyday outfit!

Like I said, these last two characters round up the Wawanakwa Guardians of Light and will be my final new character edits for this story, and series 1. To this post, I’m attaching the last 4 wielders of this story and the other 12 characters already made. If I give out more edits based on these particular characters, it will mainly be their form changes (which I still have to finish; I’ll post another update when I have them finished) Sadly, in this story (pls don’t hate me), only four contestants don’t get Keyblades: Lightning, Anne Maria, Cameron, and Scott. They’ll still be important to the story, however! (Dw Anne Maria fans, she won’t be the first boot)

However, while these will be my final new character edits of this particular story…

They are NOT the final character edits I’ll be making for this crossover project, for this is only SERIES 1. Series 2 is in the planning stages! This one is non-canon and it’s purely based on popular demand and also on nice ideas I had for these characters.

Series 2 is now confirmed to include:

- Noah

- Cody

- Emma (RR)

- Kitty

- Izzy

- Lindsay

- Ella

- Sammy

- Amy

And in consideration:

- Jacques

- Josee

- Harold

- Brody

Hope you look forward to them!

Finally, to end this update, Sora will get a unique Total Drama Keyblade after the story ends! For those who don’t know, in the KH games, Sora usually gets a Keychain to modify his Keyblade after completing a world. Camp Wawanakwa will be no different. This Keyblade will be very unique in a sense that I won’t spoil rn, you’ll just have to wait to see it when I finish it. I’ll just say the name: Dramatizer.

I really hope you like these final character edits for the story. Let me know what you think! And look forward for more artworks and edits coming soon!

Thanks as always. May your heart be your guiding key❤️🔑🗝️

[holly-natnicole]

Xion's new clothes are so pretty!! I love how she has her own individual style.

Ahhh these last two weeks have been pretty hectic for me… I just wanted to doodle something soft and calm

So have a peaceful Xion listening to @projectdestati‘s new album

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[day-sketches]

happy late valentines

[borfungus]

My friends are my power!

…yeah right, like that would save you

(Some closeups under the cut)

[nebulousbren]

Keyblade Quotes pt 3 - Wayfinder Trio + Vanitas

[pencilcomics]

mentioned in @socpens KH stream: Roxas and Xion at da Cici's Pizza

[corishadowfang]

            One of the Foretellers had come for Mary’s daughter, today.

            It wasn’t often that they did; most children were sent off to Daybreak Town on the promise of sending money back to their family, or of getting a better future, or because the village had no magic users to protect them and they needed someone.  There were no big ceremonies or flashy goodbyes; there were small farewell parties, sometimes, or tiny little familial blessings, asking that Light may guide them safely and Darkness hide them from all that would do harm.  But a Foreteller had come, for Elaine, for Mary’s little girl, and the town had scrambled to put something together.

            It was—an honor, really.  Mary knew this.  It was why she’d set the table with the finest dinnerware they owned—an old set, heirlooms, from a time when there had been less strife—and asked her mother to help her prepare a large dinner, and had wrung her hands as she’d tried to stay polite and proud and keep her wringing hands underneath the table.

            Master Ava had been a polite and accommodating guest.  Mary had thought, at first, that she’d seemed almost awkward at the attention—but that seemed an absurd thought, when Master Ava was a Foreteller.  Everyone had heard the stories—of the heroes who had risen from a town on the edge of daybreak, wielding weapons borne of themselves and slaying the monsters that had so long seemed impossible to defeat.  She was more than human; how could Mary expect her to feel something so normal as uncertainty?             (She’s young, some part of her whispered—some part of her that could not quite stay quiet—and she did her best to hush the thought.  It was dangerous; she could not afford to think it.)

            “I’ve heard that you’re interested in magic,” Master Ava said, turning her focus mostly to Elaine.

            Mary’s skin prickled, and across the table, her mother shifted, like she wished to interject but thought better of it.

            Elaine either didn’t notice or didn’t care; she beamed, eyes brightening as she said, “Yeah!  I’ve been studying.  Mister Gavin says he thinks I might replace him one day.”

            Mary squeezed her eyes shut.  They are not taking our only mage, she thought, and it was close enough to the truth that she didn’t have to think about the consequences.  Gavin was old, but alive; they would not be left defenseless if Elaine became a wielder.  If anything, this was a better opportunity for her; she would go and train with some of the best mages in the world, and then she could bring back her knowledge here, to fend against the shades that encroached on their borders.

            (Elaine was still losing her baby teeth; Mary could hear the lisp.  She tried not to think about that, too.)

            “That’s good; I’m glad to hear it.”

            “Keyblade wielders are good at magic, right?”

            Mary could not see Master Ava’s face, and it chafed.  “Some of us are.”

            That was a lie; all of them were, compared to the average person.  Most mages trained for years, and even then, they might only be average at best; a newly-fledged wielder could use magic on par with the best almost instantly.  ‘Some’ was only relevant in comparison to other wielders.

            “So if I go with you, I could get better?”

            “Yes.  Good enough to keep your whole village safe.”

            (“You heard about Marty’s kid, didn’t you?”

            Mary hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but she’d stalled, hesitating just out of sight as she’d come to collect Elaine from Gavin’s shop.

            Gavin’s expression had hardened, and he hadn’t said anything.

            “Went off to Daybreak Town—that’s what he said.  Got letters for a while, and then things slowly just…stopped.  They haven’t heard from him since.”

            “I think,” Gavin had said, glancing back toward the shop—toward Elaine, who was still studying inside, “that you’d best stop spreading rumors.  All you’re going to do is scare people.”)

            It was a given, that Elaine would go; Mary couldn’t reasonably deny a Foreteller (even if Elaine was a child, even if they needed as many mages as they could get, even if things were dangerous), and Elaine was too excited to even consider turning down the invitation.  But still, a pit opened in Mary’s stomach as she knelt in front of her daughter, tangling a stained glass pendant around her neck.  It was one they’d made together, and Mary was only willing to part with it because she hoped it would grant her daughter some sort of protection.  “May Light’s blessings fall on you,” she said, because if she said anything less formal, she might sweep her daughter back into her room and refuse to let her go—even at the demands of a Foreteller.  “May Darkness guard you from the eyes of all who would seek to do you harm.”

            And may the Great Heart welcome you, should you find yourself in need of rest.

            She couldn’t bring herself to say the last part.

            Elaine’s nose scrunched, like she thought it was funny that her mother was saying such things, but Master Ava’s hand landed on Elaine’s shoulder and tightened, and Mary, strangely, got the impression that she understood.  “I’ll take care of her,” she promised.

            Mary didn’t know if it was true.  She didn’t think it mattered.  In the end, she still had to watch her daughter walk down the road, bouncing excitedly as she chattered to a stranger in elaborate robes.

            “It’ll be alright,” her own mother said, even if she didn’t entirely sound like she believed it.  “The Foretellers are blessed; they’ll protect them.”

            (They did not hear from Elaine again.)