#Sven eating up all my attention lmao

[mellz117]

Hi! I’m Mellz and I’m starting up Kingdom Hearts 2 on the PlayStation 2! 

Just below are links to the first parts of my previous Kingdom Hearts plays.

[ KH1 ] _ [ Re:CoM Sora ] _ [ KH Re:CoM Riku ]

It’s been a hot minute, like 3,155,763 smoldering hot minutes, which would be 6 years including leap years. Yeah it was 01/27/2014 last I touched this game, exactly 6 years ago to this day (01/27/2020) as of me starting up again. This was an accident.

Guide thingy: Things like long gaps between commentary and days will be separated by a line of dots like that ->  ……

Text relating to an image posted will have a blockquote either above and/or below the image

Dialogue exchanges will also be separated by a blockquote

Ok I'm playing on standard difficulty, if I'm having a hard time, then I just suck. If you’re reading this and haven’t experienced KH2 for yourself, why are you here? Go away, there’s spoilers for things that aren’t revealed until later.

SO LET’S JUST JUMP INTO IT

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I always liked this fancy CGI opening. There’s a lot of things I missed last I saw it.

IT’S HIM. Look how cute he is! 

So we start off with a recap of Kingdom Hearts via a dream it seems and our protagonist, my precious boy Roxas, wakes up his own home all alone because apparently DiZ didn't create a digital family for him. But KH is notorious for forgetting parents, so maybe they did. I’m not Cinema Sins so I wont ping this game for not giving Roxas fake parents lmao

In the next scene Roxas is more interested in his own hands than he is in his friends' conversation. 

blurry ring textures, blurry checker pattern. Not everything holds up well on a flat screen TV

He hasn't been paying attention so he's just as confused as the player is at this point when he finally takes his attention off his hands.

This dialogue is so early 2000's. KH1 and CoM avoided this but with the urban setting of Twilight Town it's DEFINITELY noticeable and outdated. So rumors have spread about Roxas, Hayner, Pence, and Olette that photographs are being stolen, and THEY'RE the theives. Who is the operator of the rumor mill? Seifer and his posse. Also the actual WORD is gone too, they try to say “photo” but it just DOESN’T EXIST. This is where the game gets a bit odd.

TUTORIALS GALORE. I JUST WANT TO PAUSE AND CHANGE THE CAMERA CONTROLS STOP TELLING ME ABOUT MY NEXT OBJECTIVE but no no it’s telling me how to lock on, control my camera, context sensitive buttons, etc 

This girl’s dress looks like shes wearing a bra over it 

I like how the animal AI hasn't changed at all in this entire series. And by like I mean hate, KH3 doesn't change that. Sven is as boring as this cat we have to look at.

The gang heads to the sandlot where Seifer, Fuujn, Raijin, and Vivi like to hang out I guess? Vivi is a little, solid black, wizard dwarf amongst all these regular humans and no one bats an eye. This shit is normal. Seifer with his stupid Seto Kaiba jacket, shows up to further accuse Roxas and his friends of stealing photos, one specifically of Roxas flat on his face and Seifer standing triumphantly over him (which we’re actually shown later). "That was undeniable proof that we totally owned you lamers" he says in regards to it and challenges Roxas to a rematch.

A+ dialogue

Seifer. My dude, ya dumb-dumb. If you think for one second that I'm gonna let my boy lose to you, you are sorely mistaken. 

“If you get on your knees and beg, maybe I’ll let it slide.” Seifer says and Roxas plays it slick, taking a knee and looking through a convenient selection of foam weapons. Battle ensues.

So of course I win because Seifer is a pleb, and Pence takes a commemorative ______ of Roxas's sound victory, but oh no! Something stole the camera right out of Pence's hands! Roxas gives chase, because apparently he's the only one who cares enough to do so, and confronts the actual thief, a Dusk type Nobody. Roxas is taking this creature encounter rather calmly. Like mild confusion at most.

I hate these things, they're creepy. When you do a reversal on them they like, plant their hands on the ground behind them and their legs wrap around their arms while they spaz out. Ughghdhahh

Of course Roxas's foam bat doesnt cause any damage to the Dusk, and suddenly a familiar giant key digitally manifests in his hands. DiZ is installing mods I see. I have a Keyblade mod in Skyrim, so we have something in common.

After we defeat the thief the next scene shows the gang at the usual spot with the recovered photos. Ok ok so was "photo" the only word deleted from the vocabulary or were any other alternative words taken away too? Like, if they could have said "picture" this whole time, they would have had much less stupid sounding dialogue exchanges. Whatever lmao.

“Tell us about the picture thief.”

“Not much to say. The pictures were just lying there.”

You liar. Tell them about how you fought a wormy, white boy.

Pence notices all the pics are of Roxas and speculates the picture thief wanted to take the REAL Roxas and Hayner is like

The best friendships are ones where you can take jabs at each other and know there’s no malice intended.

 In the scene thereafter, the kids go their separate ways, the evening(?) sun assaults Roxas's eyes, and whenever he closes them he gets another vision? Idk what time of day it is it always looks the same.

God ok as someone who hadn’t played CoM before playing KH2 for the first time, I must have been SUPER lost regarding who DiZ and Namine were and why Sora is in the pod. More recaps of KH1: I don’t know why they found it necessary to redub over the old voices with the new actors in these flashbacks.

Moving on. Roxas learns what the Keyblade is through his dreams. On his way to meet up with his friends, he tries summoning the Keyblade with a stick, when that doesn’t work he carelessly throws it aside and it hits this cloak clad man behind him. This dude is either completely unfazed by that is or so offended he can’t even say anything and walks away before he goes all Karen on Roxas’s ass.

We’re back at the usual spot and summer vacation is nearing it’s end. Hayner wants to go to the beach before school is back in session! You poor fuckers...

Same, dude. I’m waiting on my tax returns, looking forward to that.

SKATEBOARD

“TO DEFEAT THE HUNSSSSSSS!”

Pretzels at the beach? Salty and not refreshing. I got you fam, I’ll make enough money for a watermelon. Roxas is so poor omg... How much is 150 Munny in American currency?

Just BEAT the cargo with a foam bat. What’s IN the bag? Is it trash? Clothes? Is it potentially breakable? Next. Time to beat some bees!

So Poster Duty was my go-to job in this game in the past because you could get 100 Munny if you did well. But now that I’m older I realized how annoying it is. I had an efficient route planned out, hit as many of the 3 poster placements in that route, and be over and done with that in about 1:10....

But then Roxas goes aND DOES THIS!

FUCKING SKIPS THE ONE DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIM, DEFYING GRAVITY IN FAVOR OF THE POSTS BELOW

HE DOES THIS CONSISTENTLY!! I do have a live reaction to this but it’s too big for tumblr. I’ll have it up on youtube one of these days

Eventually I stopped sticking posters to walls and became a mailman until the game made me stop.

Black-clad man is back with his own stick! Oof, Roxas eats the pavement and is manhandled by cloaky boy. WAS THIS ROUGH TREATMENT REALLY THAT NECESSARY? You might wanna treat Sora's Nobody with a little more respect. AND YOU STOLE HIS HARD-EARNED MONEY! YOU BASTARD!

The gang is on the clock tower, very dangerously high up. Wtf what if someone falls?! Roxas feels so guilty about what happened and Hayner gets over this little fiasco pretty quickly and the next day he already has another fun plan.

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On his way to the station, Roxas crosses paths with Pence and Olette, the latter two freeze and Roxas meets Namine. Is her interest in Roxas linked to her desire to be Sora’s friend? A strange girl tells Roxas she wanted to meet him “at least once” and he doesn’t know what to do lol. Namine doesn’t stay long, leaving Roxas with his confusion. What is going through his head? A girl he doesn’t know seems to know him well enough to want to see him. Pence and Olette unfreeze after Namine is out of the shot. Pence and Olette have such a cute relationship, I’d love for them to be siblings. Pence goes shopping with her even if he might not want to. I can relate, I hate clothes shopping.

These Dusks don’t seem like too much of a threat tbh, they just kinda swagger slowly towards Roxas and grab his hand. Roxas hardly struggles to escape to the sandlot.

Chicken wuss

WE FINALLY GET SOMEWEHERE, we end up on the stained glass pillars in the Station of Serenity (?). Time to grind for like 5 minutes because this giant noodle boy already killed me once.

This thing really unsettles me. All the creature Nobodies do! They’re all twitchy and stretchy. DISGUSTING

DAMN THAT IS A HIGH FALL HOW DO YOU SURVIVE THAT?!

Upon defeat, this big noodle boy falls on top of Roxas and Namine saves him from being enveloped by darkness.

Namine really seems to like to silence him. First she shoves her hand in his face but that was too forward. This time she daintily places a finger over her lips and says her part. Black-cloak guy shows up, rough handles Namine a little bit but not as roughly as he did Roxas. AND SHOVES ROXAS INTO A PORTAL

SEIFER IS AN OPPORTUNISTIC SHITLET POSING IN FRONT OF HIS UNCONSIOUS BODY. Bitch you didn’t earn that. Hayner, Pence, and Olette see Roxas with Seifer’s gang, Hayner feels betrayed thinking Roxas ghosted him in favor of Seifer. He stays pretty salty about it for a good while

IM NOT WORKING ON THIS LIKE I SHOULD. ITS ALMOST A MONTH SINCE STARTING. In my next post we'll be "Struggling" to progress. Eh? Eh? Get it? Like the tournament?

I'm not funny.

Here’s the next part: [ _2_ ]

Below is a compilation of my live reactions and comments throughout this point of the game.

[magician-aneirin-stefanidis]

Heatwave

It gets hot in the shop

A/N: UM SO. This is my first...👀...story for the fandom. To have tumblr not break down my door like the FBI, its gonna be labeled ‘Mild’ coz its not as...👀...as it could be. That’s ‘Spicy’. I’m also gonna be posting The Arcana stuff here to get more attention for my blog. 

And of course, to go along with my new hyperfixation, Sven belongs to @satanasss666. (Also there’s two endings to this, lmao)

Another slow day in the shop had Sven twitchy from boredom. Not a single customer had come through the door and it might have something to do with the incredible heatwave the city was under. Despite being a coastal city, Vesuvia was by no means immune to such bouts of hot weather.

Everyone was suffering; hardly anyone in The Markets, in the Town Square, and not especially anyone coming to get their fortune read. It was frustrating in a way Sven couldn’t describe. Maybe because Asra was gone and he was left alone with Aneirin. Who he’d had some strange sexual tension with since the fight at the Coliseum, who was driving him crazy with the small looks and fleeting touches, who’s just across the main floor primping and preening like he had some hot date he needed to impress.

Dark gold eyeliner, bright gold eyeshadow, gold lipstick, gold nail polish…he had a real hardon for gold. Not that it didn’t look good on him. He was practically dripping in the valuable metal, through his paints and silks and his eyes. Those ridiculous arm silks and arm bands were off, for once, as well as his usual high-collared top for something a little more lowcut. That just revealed more of his tanned skin, his neck exposed now. A single bead of sweat dripped down from his neck to his neckline, absorbing into the material.

Sven was almost…enchanted, although he’d never tell that to the pretentious peacock.

“Do you see something you like, darling?”

Speak of the devil…    

Aneirin was looking smugly at Sven, gently blowing on his hand. He finished with the nail polish and even his toes were painted. Sitting on the counter, he had one long, smooth leg dangling, the other bunched close to his chest. His free arm was resting on his knee. He looked like one of those expensive dolls Nadia would have in a collection and Sven hated how much he had been staring at him.

“I see a painted up doll in some noblewoman’s ridiculous doll collection and I’m wondering why anyone would waste so much money on one.” He grumbled, looking away with a blush on his cheek. He was sitting in a chair, tilting it back on its hind legs, with his own legs propped up on a table.

The asshole had the audacity to laugh. It was still sweet and tinkling, like soft spring rain on a roof. “Coming from you, I will take that as a compliment.” He shifted, now both of his legs hanging off the side. “Come now, darling, it is entirely too hot to be as grumpy as you are!”

“Its even more reason to be grumpy.” He snapped. “We haven’t had a customer all day, Asra’s fucked off somewhere, and I haven’t been so bored since I fucking started here.”

“Hm.” He didn’t like the tone of that hum. “I am here, darling. Perhaps we could make our own entertainment?” The words were purrs and Sven couldn’t help himself; he looked back at the other man. His eyes widened as his throat dried up like a flower in the desert.

His legs were now spread wide, the lewdest invitation ever. His hair was undone out of its ponytail, cascading around his shoulders. The silken ebony and ivory locks looked so good to tug on Sven wondered what it would be like to just pull them to snap his head back, revealing more of that glorious neck to bite and mark.

The golden eye that demanded his attention was paired with the lighter one, both intently focused on the warrior-magician. Aneirin’s tongue darted out to delicate wet his painted full lips and one perfectly manicured finger raised to beckon him forth. And, damnit all, he obeyed like a dog coming to his master. The walk towards the siren before made his feet feel heavier, although that could just be the pressure building up in his crotch.

Something deep and primal inside of him snarled with satisfaction as he slotted perfectly between the other man’s legs, pressing their sexes together in delicious friction. The little aroused gasp Aneirin let out when they touched made the thing growl louder. Sven put his hands on Aneirin’s hips and Aneirin cupped his cheeks with his own hands, the two close enough to share breath.

“Tell me something…Sven,” His name was a filthy purr, and that made him shiver. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like…to look down and see golden lipstick smeared all over your body?” He slowly slid his hand down to his neck. “Your neck…your chest…” His hands moved lower, taking a moment rub his nipples.

“Your stomach…your hips…” His hands finally rest on said hips. He scooted closer, so close that they were basically plastered together. “Your cock?” The word sounded so dirty coming from the normally articulate Aneirin and Sven actually did growl, making the other man chuckle.

He ghosted his lips across Sven’s, but they went to his ear, where the hot breath somehow sent a vibration straight to his dick. “Would you like to see that first hand, darling?”

Original Ending

Sven almost burst in his loose pants right there. He wanted to take the other man on the counter right then and there. Anything to hear that voice lose control and scream his name over and over again.

But it seemed Lady Fate hated him, as Asra chose that right fucking moment to walk into the shop. “Hello, you two!” He replied cheerfully, looking down at something his bag. “Did you two get along -”

His words were cut off by a startled yelp. His head snapped up to see Sven stomping away, Aneirin going over the side of the counter. “What the hell?!” He rushed towards Aneirin’s side, making sure he was alright. “What did you do?!”

Instead of the usual pout and tattling he expected, Aneirin looked up at him with annoyance and anger. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the world’s shittiest timing?” He got up without taking Asra’s help and stormed off himself, leaving behind a very confused master and snake.

Turning to Faust, he asked, “What did I do?!”

Implied Spicy Times Ending

Asra walked in the shop around dusk, having been at the Palace for most of the day. True, he didn’t have to spend that time there, but it was nice to get out of the heat. And he hoped that his apprentices would find a way to bond.

While the fight at the Coliseum seemed to bring them closer, he could still tell there was some tension there. Leaving them alone might help them get along better.

Putting his bag up, he looked around the main floor but found it strangely empty. “Hello?” He called out, stepping further into the shop.

There was a muffled curse and some shuffling. He took a few more steps before suddenly being greeted by a…rather disheveled Aneirin. Hair a tangled mess, makeup smeared to all hell, his eyes wide with…panic?

“H-Hello, Master!” He croaked. His voice sounded like he had been screaming non-stop for the whole day. “Welcome back! How was the Palace?” He spoke a little too loudly and Asra was suspicious.

He narrowed his eyes. “Fiiine…” He said slowly. “What…have you been doing?” He also noticed that he was covered in a blanket, folding it over himself like a cloak to conceal his body. “Are you really cold in weather like this?” His tone was incredulous and Aneirin laughed awkwardly.

“O-Oh, you know! Helping Sven beat the heat, a chilling spell gone wrong! Haha!”

“Uh-huh. Where is Sven?”

“H-Here!” The other apprentice came around the corner and that’s when Asra’s eyes really bugged out of his eyes while Aneirin groaned, burying his face in the blanket.

He was covered in golden, lip-shaped marks, some of them surrounding some pretty nasty bites; one on his neck, another around a nipple, and a third one on his hip. There were even more hickies and his pants looked like they were haphazardly thrown on and his face was an interesting shade of red. “Yeah, we were just…practicing some spells and shit.” He was pointedly looking at anywhere BUT Asra and it was all he could to not burst out laughing. “I’m gonna…go. Take a bath.”

“Good idea.” Asra supplied helpfully and Sven left without another word, giving Asra a good view of the almost animalistic scratches on his back. He climbed up the stairs and his pants rode down just enough to show the top of a bite on his asscheek.

Once he was out of sight, Asra zeroed in on Aneirin with a shit-eating smirk. “Well…”

Aneirin, for his part, held his head high and looked as dignified as he could in this situation. “I always mark what belongs to I and I alone, Master.”

“You sure do.”

“Yes. I do.” He turned, intent on following Sven upstairs. Asra noticed the obvious limp, but waited politely for him to be out of sight before he started cackling and snorting.

At least his apprentices were getting along now.         

[goldentresses-blog]

Observes.