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Ira suffers so much, he feels an immense guilt over his actions, still he carries on, because he knows (was led to believe) that this is the only way to save the world. Of all of the Foretellers, he's the most selfless. He consciously acts against his personal believes and wishes in order to fulfill the higher goal. He can’t even allow himself to feel anymore, because he knows, it’d break him.

… I wish he had someone who was there for him and gave him strength when he needs it. It’s so sad to see him like that.

“Are you sure, you’re okay?” You know it’s getting serious when not even Aced is buying it anymore.

Ahhh, I love Ira and Aced so much. *cries*

... in which Lea, the mage, somehow managed to get turned into a cat.

For @ignisfavilla. Thank you for being such an amazing friend!

Happy new year 2017!

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 6: You’re going to be fine, I promise.

Time will heal all wounds and I’ll accept your scars

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 5: Mm, you’re warm.

“You too ...“

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 4: Just listen to my voice.

I think I’ll just leave this one here. Have fun trying to make sense of it, haha.

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 3: Let me clean your wounds.

(can be seen as a continuation to this)

Everything was spinning, at least that's what it felt like when he woke up. Lea just lay there, waiting for his world to calm down again. He made it, didn't he? He had seen Isa's heart … Isa.

Ignoring his dizziness, he opened his eyes and looked up. Isa lay barely an arm's length away from him. Still … … unconscious. At least, that's what he hoped it was.

In a sudden panic, he got to his knees and grabbed his shoulders. "Isa!", he called out his name, shaking him at the same time.

It felt like an eternity before Isa opened his eyes. There was no trace of yellow left in them. Only the greenish blue he remembered from so long ago. Lea felt himself breaking into a smile. All the tension and anxiousness that had kept him on edge this whole time simply fell away from him. He really made it.

His relief didn't last long once Isa reached out to him and … shoved him away. His voice sounded hoarse and weak and he didn't look him in the eye. "Don't touch me," he said. Lea felt his heart clench.

"Come on, Isa," he tried again, reaching for him one more time, only to get hold up by an arm, that certainly shouldn't be doing that. Everything went numb for him.

He had imagined this moment a hundred times. Heck, a thousand times. He didn't really expect Isa to fall around his neck or something, but this … this was nothing like what he thought. He saved Isa, didn't he? Why was he still acting like this? … Like … Saïx.

He just looked at him for a moment, trying to regain his composure. There were traces of the fight they had before all over him. It hadn't exactly been easy to enter Isa's heart.

Isa hadn't even gotten up. Apparently he was even worse off than Lea himself. "You're hurt," Lea stated in a firm voice, "Let me help you." He took hold of Isa's arm that was still trying to keep him away from him and pushed it down with mild power.

Isa still refused to look at him.  "No. Just … leave me be." But this time Lea heard his voice crack. He sounded … sad.

For some reason, it irritated him.

"Leave you be to do what? Die?" He grasped both his shoulders. Isa tensed up and tried to push him away again, but Lea didn't let him. "Do you really think I went through all that trouble, learning how to use a keyblade, waltzing right into a war, fighting you, just to let you die now?? No, Isa, I will bring you home and if I have to drag you all the way there."

Just then Isa suddenly stopped struggling and looked up to him. For a moment his face was full of disbelief, then he made a sound that was a mixture between an exhale and a laugh, and even though it sounded so sad, Lea felt happy about it. Because it was a reaction to him. And because there was the hint of a smile on Isa's face. It had been too long since he had a chance to see that.

"You're still … as stubborn as ever." His voice was quiet, but it wasn't cold. Not anymore. For the second time within a few minutes Lea felt relief wash over him. This wasn't lost, not yet. They could still go back to the way there were, it just'd take a bit longer than he thought.

"See, that's more like what I wanted to hear," he chirped extra cheerfully. He smiled at Isa, then he tightened his grip on his shoulders. "It's good to have you back. Isa."

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 2: Lyrics

Then your fragments show. [Fragments - Erio]

I’m sorry for the cheesy, uncreative idea, but I know KH3 won’t end good for those two, so I’ve made it my personal mission to draw as much Good-End! AkuSai as I can. Fight me if you dare. (  9   >   A  < )9/p>

AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 1: Favourite Scene

[ He was  w e a k . ]

… he says, while showing so much sadness, disguised as anger, as despise. I don’t know what he thinks about in this moment, which memories come to his mind, yet it is easy to see the grief he denies feeling.

Norted self-portrait to hide how terrified I am right now.

It’s so much better to joke about being turned into Xehanort, than to imagine all the reasons why my left eye may be changing it’s colour and what the strange, growing shadow on my throat is.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re blocking my light.” “M-mm. Try saying that again without smiling, then maybe I’ll believe you.”

(Felt like fluffy post-KH3 good end AkuSai.) Also, I just realized today ... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS, you are amazing!   T  u T )/

Dear Aoba,

I love you for your strength. For being strong enough to be there for others, even when your own world has fallen to pieces. Strong enough to touch people’s hearts, to see them for who they are – and to save them. To accept all of yourself, even the parts that frighten you. And to stay kind at heart, no matter the circumstances.

I hope that one day, I can be as strong as you.

Mizuki is just too precious ( T ^ T) I honestly just want him to be happy.

I wanted to draw Mizuki ever since I started watching the DMMD anime. It had about 5 episodes back then, and I was just thinking “Ah, yes, this guy is my favourite character”, when Aoba got a call from Koujaku, saying MIZUKI’S DISSAPPEARED. Yeah, thanks, darling.

(More babbling below the cut, I write way too much.)

I watched the whole DMMD anime just because I wanted to see Aoba saving Mizuki, but all I got was one picture of him smiling (which is honestly better than nothing). So I wanted to see his waking up scene in the game, but I only found one video – that had spanish subtitles. That was really lucky though, because I got so pissed, that I just watched the route of my fave boyfriend (Can you guess which one it is? It’s so painfully obvious …) and this finally got me into DMMD as a whole. In the meantime there are two of the boyfriends, that I like even more (but I still ship only one with Aoba, haha), but Mizuki’s still … way too precious for all this.

(By the way, in the end I watched the spanish video. I found a english transcribtion of Mizuki’s good end and read that while watching the video. … Honestly this was the most mental exhausting thing I’ve ever done. Trying to pay attention to three foreign languages when I only spoke one of them … Whew.)

You know, I was going to say, that I procrastinated uploading this pic for almost a month (since March 7th, Mizuki’s birthday), but I procrastinated drawing it for almost two years in the first place so I guess those few days don’t make much difference anymore.

New avatar! Plus a coloured version - AND the unwanted norted version, that happened when I accidentally activated all layers except the blue one (which included the skin layer copy I had). Ironic.

You know, I’ve got so many favourite characters. Quiet a few characters I feel a certain connection to, in whom I recognize a part of myself … and still Saix is special. Not like he’s got a special place in my heart, but more like he is my heart. I’m never going to escape this guy ever again in my whole life.

So, yeah. My very first crack pairing ever. (Well, maybe not as much crack as I thought, because it turned out there’s in fact a vague, but possible basis for them, but I’m still trying to forget the end of AA3, so ... )

It just suddenly started with Godot saying “I’m already seeing a very hot someone, so I’m afraid you’ll be waiting for a very long time.”  And I was so perplexed by Simon Blackquill immediately coming to my mind, that I almost missed the Godot pun. Both of them. (coffeemaniac)

I just love the dynamics that would result from their interaction, with Simon being someone who gets what he wants by manipulating people, frightening them mostly, and Godot on the other hand being completely unfazed by such methods, (almost) always staying collected and always on top of the situation, incredibly dominant too. I imagine it as a constant, playful, power struggle with a lot of tension. And I love tension.

Well, I know which one I’ll be choosing.

[Well, that’s a bloody big ship.]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kittendough!! Alte Schachtel Some 00Q, just for you! Hope you have a wonderful day/year/life! :DD

Di[e]ce Appreciation Week | Day 5: L_ST (L o st)

» I will destroy this world. «

One of the things I love the most about Di[e]ce is how much worse Haruki, who values life so much, who’s organized and caring, is able to deal with everything that happens, compared to Kazuki. Sure, Kazuki breaks down on several occasions, but he doesn’t fall.

The blood on Haruki’s hands just weighs so much more than that on Kazuki’s…

Di[e]ce Appreciation Week | Day 4: Love

» The colour of evening … «

There are so many different kinds of love depicted in Di[e]ce … It was really hard to pick one relationship. (In the end I just accepted that I wanted to draw Sion really bad.) I absolutely love how Kazuki’s and Sion’s relationships develops over the course of the story. :’)

Di[e]ce Appreciation Week | Day 3: Reflection

» You don’t get it, do you? It’s way more frightening to be alive without knowing what for. «

I don’t really have anything to say, except that I love everything about Yuki and Ruka. Their differences and similarities, their dynamic. And the way their story shows how much one encounter can change a life.

Di[e]ce Appreciation Week | Day 1: The Die is Cast.

Don’t leave me.

I love how you start reading Di[e]ce and you’ve got no idea what’s going on. The word itself isn’t even mentioned in the manga’s first volume and even later on, whenever it seems like things are getting clearer, they just don’t.

This manga turns everything upsidedown. The plot, the characters, their relationships … There’s just so much tension in this manga, it’s incredible.

(Based on this post.)

I just ... I’m really sorry for all of the sad AkuSai stuff I’m usually producing. By the way, no, I’m still not dead. I hope you’re all doing great? :’)

AKUSAIMONTH: BERSERK Day 12: SET C - “Gradient”

Your behavior towards me changed. You changed.

It was important to keep a close eye on the wielder of the keyblade. Up to this very day, I cannot claim to know the full truth behind Xemnas’ – behind Xehanort’s plan. The essential part this boy played in it was obvious nonetheless. It was only logical to let you watch him.

As always though, you didn’t quite act as I was expecting. You never did, and still I could have never forseen the outcome this would cause. By the time I realized, it was already too late.

I was already losing you to him.

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Wow...I can't believe it.

I've finished my exams and I'm now done with high school. I'm so happy it's done but I will miss all of the teachers I met along the way.

Also today a teacher gave me a plushie of my character, Ballora Boo as a leaver's gift and I absolutely love it.

The Other Side of Nostalgia

Emoji Summary: 💔☠️🔪🏫🍸🎭🚨

Better Summary: At a class reunion set in a hauntingly nostalgic Victorian schoolhouse, old memories and long-lost connections collide with a nightmarish turn of events. As familiar faces from the Class of 2015 reconnect, including an old flame and a loyal friend, the festive atmosphere quickly gives way to terror. When a staged party decoration turns into a gruesome reality, the night devolves into chaos and panic. The narrator, grappling with feelings of loneliness and regret, reflects on the contrast between the life they chose and the hauntingly vivid memories of what could have been. "The Other Side of Nostalgia" delves into the darker sides of nostalgia and the unsettling realization that even joyful reunions can become a harrowing journey into the past.

*TW: GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE*

Preview:

Lauren gave me a sympathetic look. "Well, his loss! From what I understand, there's a lot more in the bowl than just punch," she said, winking at me as she unlinked her arm from Will's. "Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me, I'm in need of some refreshments," she added, then withdrew from us.

The Other Side of Nostalgia has been triple edited and published to my Wattpad! Please comment and let me know what you like and what you hate about it! This is my first short horror story and I have dozens more ideas ready for my next victim, I mean, reader. 😅

It’s finished! Now to frame it.

#cubismproject #finished #beertime (Taken with Instagram at Hipster Hut)