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rosie-kairi · 14 days
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i've been thinking about your not-lauriam au recently,,,,, do you have any thoughts about how off lauriam is? is his hair slightly the wrong shade? are his movements a little too smooth? does he always say just the right thing in any moment? is he always ever-so-slightly too helpful, always in the right place at the right time?
oh bestie do I have the "excerpt from a perpetually unfinished fic" for you!!
...Except this was not Daybreak Town, and that thing was not her brother, no matter how much it tried to convince her otherwise. First off was its appearance. Sure, it looked like Lauriam, but slightly to the left. Same skin tone, same dusting of freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose, same eyes, nose, everything. Lauriam typically kept his hair down, but this thing tied its hair into a low ponytail. It wore a black button-up that it didn’t button-up, like, at all, which gave the illusion of the shirt having an absurdly deep v-neck. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to its elbow, revealing a colorful flower tattoo on its right outer-arm. It showed pink roses, purple hyacinths, and yellow dandelions all against a background of green leaves. There was a necklace hanging off its neck which had a small purple jewel attached to the end, reminding Strelitzia of the one she used to wear back in Daybreak Town. The rest of its outfit was the same as what Lauriam wore, same pink pants and black boots. For all intents and purposes it looked exactly like Lauriam, but something was still off about it. Strelitzia always got a horrible feeling of uncanny valley whenever she looked at its face for too long. There was something about its eyes, how it stared into her soul, completely unblinking, and how there didn’t seem to be any sign of light in them. Its smile never reached its eyes and sometimes it seemed like the thing would smile and just forget to stop smiling. Then, there was its voice. It sounded like Lauriam, almost heartbreakingly so. The second Strelitzia first heard it speak, she almost broke down sobbing. She had almost forgotten what he sounded like, after all the years, and hearing his voice again was enough to stab her right in the heart. It would’ve been better if it had been coming from him and not some strange entity pretending to be him, though. The inflection of its words were all off. It emphasized weird parts of words and would phrase questions like statements and commands like questions.  She had never seen it mad - nor did she ever want to- but she had a feeling that when the time came that it finally got mad, there would be no emotion present in its voice. It sounding completely neutral while completely steaming with rage was a scarier thought than it actually sounding angry. The worst part of all, though, was the way it tried to act like her brother. How it tried to force her into playing a messed up little game of House.
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dawning-skye · 8 months
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some older KH zine pieces
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haunted-xander · 10 days
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Here lies paradise
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Got into Kingdom Hearts. Thinking a lot about the little brother of all time not being allowed to keep his friends/older siblings without darkness taking them away. He’s so lonely :(
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remberedink · 9 months
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Obvious favorite game and character obvious moments
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stresslitzia · 2 months
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Here in a sanctum long abandoned, Unto the tinder falls a spark. I have a holy call to answer, to be an Angel of the Dark.
(Sparkle on, btw)
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penini-art · 8 months
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Drawing KHUX art for the first time in like. Years. And this is what I make.
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mangobirb222 · 27 days
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POV: You think the mobile games are unimportant to the Kingdom Hearts storyline
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dominicsorel · 1 month
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That criminal's to be hanged for his crimes. Now, now, it's all right. Listen to me. All of this is as it should be.
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ivorada · 25 days
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rosie-kairi · 6 months
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Strelitzia's alarm blares as she blearily blinks her eyes open.
She's met with a view of the window (as always), a clear shot of the skyline. It would've been a beautiful view, had she not already seen it a thousand times over.
Strelitzia groans and shuts the alarm off as she buries her head into her pillow. She doesn't want to get up today, like, she really doesn't. The fluffy sheets of her bed provide a sense of safety and comfort that she's pretty sure can only be found in her room. She doesn't want to get out of bed, she wants to go to sleep and never wake up, never have to set a foot outside of her room again. Because leaving her room meant danger. Because leaving her room meant that he would be waiting, and that he would rush to her like a worried parent and suffocate her with his overbearingness.
Whether she stayed in bed or not didn't make a difference, though. He would eventually come in, worried about her oversleeping. He'd scold her for staying up too late -like he had any right to do that, to act like he cared- and just pick her up out of bed and haul her over his shoulder like a sack of flour into the kitchen (it was some kind of facsimile of a childhood activity, something Strelitzia remembered from when she was a baby, when she was still light enough to be picked up like that by her family).
Strelitzia did not feel like fighting a losing battle that day, so she grit her teeth and hoisted herself out of bed, to her bedroom door, and out of the sanctuary of her room.
She immediately heard the sizzling of a pan over a stove accompanied by a light humming, just like she expected.
Strelitzia dragged herself into the kitchen to see him standing there, faced away from her. Strelitzia stepped on the same creaky floorboard she always did to alert him of her presence (there had been something similar back in their home in Daybreak Town), and he turns to her.
He smiles at her, the expression not quite reaching his empty blue eyes.
"Good morning sleepyhead!" He says, the cadence of his voice sounding a bit off. "I made pancakes!"
You always do, Strelitzia wants to say, but instead she asks "Did you add chocolate chips?" because the thing in front of her was a ticking time-bomb that would threaten to blow at the slightest snide comment.
He smiles, "Of course I did, when have I ever not?"
Good point.
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paigedillustrates · 1 month
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You all seemed to like the other KH character sketch sheet I did, so here’s another, featuring some of my favorite Organization members 😊💕
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haunted-xander · 2 months
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Chibibibibibi
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inaho-dakkoku · 6 months
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akai-kuma · 6 months
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Old art
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rosefinnapple · 9 months
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