#then he just breaks the game to help directly and they’re like. ven ….. …

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... I think you guys are going to like this.

358/2 Days REWRITE Part 2

Riku is around, but he's all over the place, and he has a mission: Find and capture either Roxas or Xion, unless he CAN manage both, so DiZ can use them to help Sora recover. He's on a time limit, though, because Sora's heart is damaged and the longer Roxas and Xion are around, the less likely Sora is to waking up or even sleeping; I mean, he'll BE sleeping, but it'll be much quieter and it will be absolutely pointless to try waking him up.

For the first few days or months, he keeps his distance, trying to decide who he's picking, sadly.

Pros of bringing Roxas to DiZ: He has the closest connection to Sora, being his nobody, he's got the keyblade, Riku can probably take him one v. one, if there are any problems, he just needs to get a reaction out of 'Sora.'

CONS of bringing to Roxas to DiZ: Have fun trying to run from the remaining Organization members, he'll have to avoid Non-form or he'll get beaten all to Hell, he runs the risk of hurting his friend for reals, Roxas is rarely alone, Roxas is one hell of a runner and fighter, he'll just feel bad.

Pros of bringing Xion to DiZ: She has more 'keyblade' potential, maybe her voice will help wake up Sora(?), she looks and sounds like Kairi, Naminé gets a new friend(as long as DiZ doesn't decide to throw her away).

CONS of bringing Xion to DiZ: She looks and sounds like Kairi, she's crazy skilled, she hits hard, she's laughable when she's mad, but it's gut wrenching to see her cry or be hurt, she looks and sounds like Kairi, Naminé is probably getting Thanosed when DiZ is done with her because he's a dick right now, so giving Xion to her as a friend will mean nothing, the connection to Kairi, he'll feel bad.

As you can tell, Riku is great at making decisions(sarcasm)

While he's too caught up to do anything, let's check on the sea salt trio, who are getting closer as friends, i.e. seeing Hayner, Pence, and Olette do stupid stuff a KH equivalent of TikTok, which the trio repeats on their own without a phone recording them, eating ice cream, talking, and exploring the Disney worlds for fun, both old ones and new ones that will appear in future games.

In this time, Xion becomes a mix of Kairi and Naminé, outspoken, but careful with who she runs her mouth to, smart, but still open to learn, protective and still needs something if a protector, etc. She is also a wickedly fast learner.

We also get organization shenanigans like Demyx being lazy on missions, Roxas getting annoyed at Xigbar for calling him tiger, dealing with  Saïx, trying not to annoy Xaldin, even getting head pats from Xemnas, and, for fluff, Roxas and Xion finding Axel asleep on the floor of the clock tower and the two scaring him away for shits and giggles. 

Yes, a lot of time passes, about 9-11 months, give or take.

Roxas and Xion also become closer as well with Axel being something like their chaperone, only he reports to Xemnas and Saïx.

Speaking of Saïx, he meets up with Axel one day and expresses disdain with the fact Axel would rather be friends with an unstable Roxas and a literal puppet that doesn't even exist.

Axel, on edge already with Xemnas on his back, tells Saïx to put a cork in it. Saïx only pushes back, asking if Roxas even KNOWS what Xion is, even what HE is. To both their credit, the two are wonderful at playing make believe and Axel, being the child he is, is a great at being their playmate.

Axel shoves Saïx back, snapping for him to shut his mouth before he says something he'll regret. Saïx, losing his composure, shoves back, asking if he should because Axel can't handle the truth; he never has been good at it, so it's not surprising.

Ring a bell, someone, please, because Axel throws a punch into Saïx's cheekbone. Saïx returns with a left hook directly to the side of the neck and knees Axel, who grabs his leg under his knee and rolls, making them both fall and throw more punches on the ground, bruising and bloodying each other in full view of the remaining organization members. Maybe we get a gag of Xigbar and Luxord placing bets on who will win, Demyx worrying because they should probably be stopped, Xaldin scoffing at the immature display, and then Roxas and Xion walking in and instantly getting worried because Axel is not winning this fight, as evidenced by Saïx slamming his head into the floor.

When the two stand up to keep fighting, Roxas and Xion race between them, the boy in front of Saïx and a very nervous Xion in front of Axel, who tells her and Roxas to stay out of this or they'll get hurt.

Roxas obviously refuses, but Xion leads Axel away from Saïx, who asks if Axel really needs children to protect him.

No, he needs to protect these two idiots, especially Roxas, who hasn't moved and his eyes have gone Non-form-y, like he's about to transform.

Saïx returns with berserker eyes and smashes Roxas into the wall by his neck, daring him to try it.

It draws a gasp from EVRYONE, even Xaldin, but Saïx scoffs that they shouldn't try pretending to be worried, what with how unstable and how much of a nuisance Roxas is, not too mention weak, which he says while watching Roxas try to break free. He kicks at Saïx, and misses, but Saïx smirks and summons his claymore, wanting to see how tough Roxas really is.

There's a reason Xion pulled Axel away and is so nervous, because said reason puts a hand on Saïx's shoulder and asks him if he enjoys this façade of a life and would rather not disappear.

Yep. Xemnas is here, and everyone backs down, including the the bet making Xigbar and Luxord, who so they can have deniability.

Saïx snaps out of berserk mode in the blink of an eye and begrudgingly lets go of Roxas, i.e. lets him drop down.

Axel and Xion start toward him, but freeze when Xemnas eyes them, like scary eyes.

He has an announcement: There's an imposter and he could be anywhere. He's in a coat just like everyone else's, but his hood's usually up. When he's not wearing it, he's a silver haired teen. Oh, yeah, and his name is Riku.

Axel, Roxas, and Xion all gasp, Axel because Riku was in Castle Oblivion and probably knows where Sora is and Roxas and Xion because it brings back memories from Sora.

Xemnas sees the reaction, but only focuses on Roxas, asking softly if he's okay and if he was hurt.

He's fine and he wasn't and he shakes his head to chase away Non-form.

Xemnas still helps him up and orders everyone to keep their eyes open and report ANYTHING on this imposter because the sooner they catch and... well, just catch him, the better, that part being Xemnas not wanting to upset Roxas, make him go into Non-form, and have everyone need to knock him out to calm him down.

Xemnas takes Roxas away to be checked on, in case he was really hurt and doesn't know it, and Roxas asks what will happen to Saïx and Axel for fighting. He didn't see a lot of it, so he’s not even sure who started it.

They’ll be 'interviewed' and reprimanded accordingly, but they won't die, so relax.

What about the imposter? Who's Riku? And who's Sora??

Xemnas stops checking on Roxas and puts a hand on his head, which he doesn't need to worry about because the organization can deal with it. All he needs to do is keep doing missions and giving his 100%. Roxas sighs that he IS, hell he's giving 150% because Non-form's acting up, but he's kept it calm, even with the hallucinations of Sora, Ven, and now Non-form.

Xemnas finishes checking for any wounds and commends Roxas, saying that is why he chose him. Before Roxas can ask, Xemnas tells him to go in the lobby because he has a mission with Xaldin.

Roxas does so and passes by and reassuring Axel and glaring Saïx, though Roxas glares back.

Xemnas has the two sit down and that warmth he had with Roxas is GONE IN A SECOND, asking both of them what they were thinking, picking a fight in front of everyone and endangering the two most vital components to the plan. Saïx jabs that Axel is letting himself be distracted while Axel states he's doing his job and doesn't want either of them to get upset or angry to the point of dysfunctionality. Besides, He did not start that fight, which he didn't even WANT to partake in.

Does Axel have legs? For now he does, yes. Can he stand? Yes. Can he DEMONSTRATE that he can stand? This is getting tedious, but sure, and Axel stands. Now can he walk from where he is to the far wall? Again, this is tedious, but yes.

If he did ALL OF THAT, why didn't he actually do it?

With no words, Xemnas dismisses Axel, telling him to accompany Xion on their mission.

Axel nods and leaves Saïx to be scolded.

We cut to Riku as he watches Roxas and Xaldin fight of heartless and some knights in Beast's Castle, maybe even go toe to toe with Beast himself, who manages to catch Roxas off guard and momentarily confuses him with Sora.

Xaldin knocks him away and the two leave, Riku coming out and asking if that smaller nobody really was Sora.

Beast admits it was a spur of the moment, but he could have sworn it was Sora.

Meanwhile, Xion and Axel fight hard in Hollow Bastion, squaring off against Squall, Yuffie, Tifa, and Cloud, where we see both more of Axel's gymnastics and Xion's ability with a keyblade.

The fight ends when Xion stops who she believes is Riku the imposter and chases after him, Axel following her in case shit hits the fan.

Xion follows Riku to a cliffside and he gives her an offer and a warning: either give him Roxas or hope that they never meet face to face again. Xion arms herself and demands to know what that means, but Riku also arms himself right as Axel throws a chakram between them and tells Riku to fuck off before he gets hurt.

Riku gives Xion one last glance before falling off the edge and leaving through a dark corridor, making it look like he just disappeared like a badass. They’re both confused, but still call it a day, Xion asking if Axel is okay after that fight with Saïx, because he’s still a little banged up. He expresses he’s fine(he’s a big boy!!) and tells Xion not to worry. 

She’s going to anyway because Riku is after Roxas, and threatened her with a fight if she didn’t bring Roxas to him. Axel, although he’s shook, tells her everything will be fine.

LIES, because Xion is sent on a mission to defeat Riku. All she needs to do is knock him out and they’ll come collect him, no problem.

Xion IS strong, but not strong enough because Riku wipes the floor with her and is about to take her to DiZ when dusks, samurai, and Non-form Roxas, who also gets whooped, but at least fairs a little better. 

The two wear Riku out enough for a lance to graze his arm, an arrow/bullet to hit his leg, and a few cards to distract him. 

The rest of the organization arrive, even Saïx and Xemnas, the latter using thorn/vine things to bind Riku’s hands behind his back. 

He remarks that Riku’s a lot bigger than he thought he would be, stronger too, and we get one of those creepy manga Xemnas moments as he grabs Riku, pulls him close by the jaw, and states he’ll have fun seeing just how strong he is; he knows that Riku is hiding Sora, Kairi, DiZ, and his witch, and will tear him apart with his bare hands to know where they are.

With Riku thoroughly freaked out, Xemnas stands and everyone returns, all tired and ready to find Sora. 

Xion, however, isn’t. Because Riku said some very interesting things to her during their fight. 

She considers telling Roxas, but he’s too worried making sure she’s okay, because Riku was tough. She goes to Axel instead, knowing he has a key to the dungeons, and he’s instantly skeptical; she asked if he could take her to see Riku. Xion lies through her teeth and says she just wants to rub in Riku’s face that they won and he lost.

Axel agrees, but decides he’s going to follow her, just in case.

They arrive as Xigbar leaves, asking if they’re going to welcome the new arrival and need help in doing so.

Xion counters that she’s actually going to return a favor and would like to do it alone. 

Axel’s surprised and Xigbar whistles for her to stand down; he was just asking because she got kicked like a soccer ball, no harm in asking for help.

He leaves and Xion goes toward Riku’s cell, asking Axel to stay by the door until she’s done.

He does so and Xion walks towards Riku’s cell, where she and we the audience see Riku is banged up from being interrogated; looks like Xemnas is taking his time.

Riku asks what she wants and Xion responds with a deal:

Tell her about Sora and she’ll give the organization a good enough lie to let him go so he can help Sora. During their fight, the two had an argument, Xion saying she was going to protect her friend and Riku snapping she had no idea what friends were because she’s a nobody and a replica, and the reason Sora can’t wake up.

 Spark Notes of the deal: If Riku tells Xion about Sora, Xion will give the organization an answer that will buy Riku enough time to get back to Sora.

Fair, but he has one condition: If he tells her, she was to decide what she will do; he’s not refusing because she genuinely wants to know more about Sora.

Xion agrees and Riku tells her to take a seat, because they’re going to be here for a while.

#kingdom hearts #kh roxas #kh axel #kh xemnas #kh xion #sea salt trio #kh riku #kh saix #kh 358/2 days #rewrite #there will be a part 3 #violence tw #picking on the little guy

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[Kingdom Hearts] When you give a bunny kid a cake…

Summary: After living for so long with a pack of toddlers, you grow used to their sweet doe eyes when they're about to get in trouble. Ventus has not grown such an immunity toward Oswald's sextuplet bunny kids and as such they recruit him into sneaking the ultimate treat; Ortensia's triple chocolate silk cake. [lowkey requested by @chibi-mushroom and the idea was just too adorable not to ignore]

Rating: K

Word Count: 2,714 words

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When Ortensia invited them over for a small fall party, Ventus didn't quite think he'd spend most of the time trapped in his girlfriend's bedroom. Not that they were doing anything exciting to begin with. Playing mancala had been Sabrina's idea, but now she looked like she was ready to go to sleep. She laid against her stomach with her head cradled in her arms, the mancala board at the foot of her bed, and Ven volunteering to sit on the floor. Sabrina's eyes drooped lower whenever Ven took his turn.

“You're allowed to go to sleep.” he told her at some point. “It's just me, Terra, and Aqua.”

“And Vanitas.” she spat back. “There's no way I'm going to sleep with that creeper in arm's distance.”

And so, indirectly, Ventus now had the reason why she had him trapped in her room. She needed someone to keep her awake. Someone that wasn't going to be too loud or annoying just by sharing a room with her. Someone, in other words, that she trusted.

He did not feel lucky knowing he was that someone.

“What did you do last night?” he then asked her. “You look so… dead inside.”

Sabrina opened her mouth to retort -a possible 'that's because I feel dead inside' if he knew her well- but was cut off with six little voices calling, “Sabreenie! Sabreenie!” from the other side of the door. Without skipping a beat, Sabrina shouted back;

“Buzz off!”

“But we need you Sabreenie!” three voices told her.

“And Ven-Ven too!” a single voice reminded them.

“Yes! And Ven-Ven too!” two others chorused in agreement.

Sabrina let out a low groan as she buried her head further into her arms.

Even though he knew she didn't want to hear it, Ven told her, “Can't you humor them for now? They are your siblings.”

“Not by blood.” she grumbled as she started to get off her bed anyway. Ven fought the urge to fondly smile at her while she sat straight up, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes using the palm of her hand. It looked enough like a scene from a movie that Ven wondered if she did it for show.

His opinion on this was squashed easily when she did rise to her feet. If it wasn't obvious Sabrina was exhausted, it became quickly apparent as she made her way to the door. She had a light, unintentional sway to her gait, which almost led to her bumping into the mannequin she used to test outfits before she wore them. It was actually kinda weird that she had it out- she usually hid it in her closet when guests were coming over.

Regardless, she made it to her door with otherwise ease. Sabrina opened the door and was greeted to six bunny children. They had stacked themselves by their shoulders- but even with the added height, the bunny kid on top was just barely tall enough to see above Sabrina's shoulders.

“You have three minutes.” Sabrina said to the bunny kid on top.

“Mama made a cake!” they happily told her.

Sabrina cocked an eyebrow at them. “And…?”

“Mama told Junior, Roy, Ray, Ruth, Herb, and Elias that cake has to wait until dinner.” came the sullen reply. All six of the bunny kids hung their head in misery.

“And I assume you want it now?”

The bunny children eagerly nodded in unison. Their little tower swayed for a moment from the small weight change, but the six were able to readjust quickly.

“Why didn't you guys get Vanitas?” Sabrina then wondered, casting them a suspicious glance.

“Van-Van is napping now.” one of the bunny kids told her. The others gave a solemn nod in agreement.

“But why Ventus too?”

“Sabreenie always hides Ven-Ven.” the bunny kid on top told her.

“We want to play now!” the others happily chorused.

“In other words,” their adoptive older sister mused as she leaned against her door frame, “You need a scapegoat.”

“Why would they need a scapegoat?” Ven curiously wondered, appearing by Sabrina's side. His girlfriend looked back at him with a disinterested raise of her eyebrow.

“When you give a bunny kid a cake,” she informed him, “Nothing after will go down in your favor.”

Now it was Ventus's turn to give her a funny look. He looked back at the bunny kids and saw their pitiful little faces. It was absolutely heartbreaking seeing their long faces; Ven could already hear a few random bars from Sarah McLachlan's Angel playing in the distance. 'In the arms of a bunny child...'

“Aw, come on Sabi,” he tried to gently tease, “Look at them. Look at those sad little faces...”

There wasn't even a moment of hesitation before she spat, “Those are the same faces they make before half the house gets set on fire.”

The bunny children let out a unified sound of surprise, then gave her a rather prude raspberry. Even with her being a good 13 years older than them, Sabrina retaliated with a raspberry of her own.

“You know,” Ven gently said to her, “You're not much different.” To the bunny kids proper, he said, “I'll help you.”

Unified squeal of joy came from the bunny kids as they hopped off each other and into Sabrina's room. Once everyone was in her room, Sabrina grimaced as she shut the door. The bunny kids might have been small, but with all six it still seemed like there wasn't enough room for everyone. Sabrina sat back down on her bed as Ven and the bunny kids started with their game plan.

“Our plan is simple,” he told the kids with a sense of mirth, “Ortensia usually leaves the cake in the fridge before we actually eat it. To avoid a crumb trail -literally- we should take it to the laundry room. All we really need to do is get some plates and forks from the…”

“This isn't going to work.”

Ventus and the bunny children looked over at Sabrina with the same look of bewilderment. It was Ven who soon gave her a rather cheeky grin before asking, “Jealous because our plan doesn't involve you?”

“Hardly.” Sabrina snorted. “While it is rather smart to eat it in the laundry room, Ortensia will hear you all clatter around the kitchen like a batch of chickens with their heads cut off.”

Ven's face immediately fell. “Oh.”

“This is where a divide and conquer plan would come in handy.” Sabrina went on, moving herself so the other seven could get a better look at her. She even pulled out the mancala board to better illustrate her plans. “Half of the six will go distract Terra and Aqua by directing them outside, the other half will keep Ortensia upstairs. Maybe Oswald too, but he's either-or in this kind of situation.”

“But who's getting the cake?” Ven asked, looking up at her with a curious tilt of his head.

“You are.” she claimed. “Alone.”

“Why just me?”

“Because I am making this plan foolproof, and I don't want to get between Ortensia while she's in guest kisser mode.”

Ventus recoiled a little and didn't look at her directly when he mumbled, “I wouldn't say Aqua, Terra, and I are guests...”

“You're not,” Sabrina affirmed with a huff, “But try telling Tense that.”

Ven let out a contemplative hum before looking down at the bunny kids. They looked back up at him with wide, adoring eyes that practically read 'isn't our big sister the best?' When he turned to Sabrina again, Ventus admittedly (and rather embarrassingly) zoned out slightly as she went over the plan to her siblings. There was a sense of concentration etched into her furrowed eyebrows as she went on. If she wasn't so interested in fashion and aesthetics, Sabrina would have made a good strategist.

“Roy, Ray, and Junior, take Ortensia upstairs and be loud about it. Junior might want to cause an 'accident' in the bathroom to be sure. Pops can jump in on that if it's real bad, so he's out of your hair too. Ruth, Elias, and Herb, your job is probably the easiest because Aqua and Terra love the stuffing out of you. Take them outside and show them your jack-o-lanterns. They should still be standing perky after a month. If not, make up a sob story of how much hard work you put into them and now they're rotting. Get some waterworks going and Terra will be eating out of the palm of your hand. All in all, you can only hold Mom's attention for about ten minutes before she figures something is up. Ven should have gotten the cake by then, so let's make that our time limit. Everyone good? Good. Break.”

“Break!” the bunny children immediately repeated with a clap of their hands. The six of them immediately left Sabrina's room to do as they were instructed. Ven remained where he was for a moment. Sabrina looked at him, a soft smirk appeared on her face.

“You didn't hear a word of that, did you?” she asked him.

“Of course I did!” he told her as he stood up. “I just gotta wait for the Six to clear everyone from the kitchen, then I've got less than 10 minutes to take the cake from the fridge and to the laundry room.”

A small snicker came from his girlfriend as she shook her head. “Good guess.” she gently teased. “Now go steal that cake before Ortensia finds out.”

. . .

Sabrina could deny it all she wanted, but the bunny kids got their sense of stealth from her. Or maybe the plan she made really was foolproof. Ventus waited out in the living room while the bunny kids tried to distract their respective roadblocks. Terra and Aqua had been easy targets; at least one of the bunny kids hopping into Terra's arms, and the other two tugging at Aqua's skirt to get her attention. Ortensia was harder to budge. It took two bunny kids to finally make her crack- running down the stairs (how they got up undetected to begin with was beyond Ven) in hysteria.

Just to be sure though, Ventus did wait an extra minute or so before going into the kitchen. He tried to walk as casually as possible, but the sudden anticipation of getting caught made him want to walk on tiptoes. He did find it rather hilarious that Sabrina as indirectly trying to help hide the noise he could have made in the kitchen- not that Cheyenne Kimball's One Original Thing was the best soundtrack to this moment.

Ventus carefully peeled the door to the refrigerator open and nearly let out a sigh of relief to see that cake was placed on one of the higher shelves. It had to be a higher shelf because of the Six, even if they attempted a bunny stack, but it must have been too high for Oswald and Ortensia too. Terra or Aqua must have placed it up there. For Ven, it was an easily reach and careful extraction. He set the cake down on the counter with care.

Ortensia had really outdone herself with the cake's presentation. Looking to be about three tiers, the cake was covered entirely with chocolate frosting with hand piped rosettes around the top edge. In the center was a neatly twirled covering of whipped cream, hand cut chocolate strips decorated the top of it. For a moment, Ven almost felt bad that he was an accessory to a soon to be cake murder by six ravenous 4 year olds.

Almost.

“Cake is for after dinner, Ventus.”

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Ven quickly tried to find the source of the voice before noticing Vanitas coming down the staircase. His twin had an undeniable smirked etched on his face. Seeing it made Ven's blood run cold.

“What are you doing in the kitchen?” he questioned. It sounded so accusatory, as if Ventus himself wasn't trying to do something that would have warranted the wrath of some very angry adults.

“Woke up from my nap and the wabbits weren't there.” came the reply, simple as day. “Came downstairs to harass Terra, I guess, and here I run into you…” Vanitas looked his older twin up and down with a smirk on his face before asking, “What'cha gonna do with that cake, Ven?”

“Eat it.” came the automatic answer. Ventus immediately flinched upon hearing himself. This answer only seemed to amuse Vanitas as he got closer.

“All alone?” he snorted. “I doubt that very seriously.” That was when a certain thought crossed his mind that almost made him laugh hard enough to tears. “This is a cover up operation! Hate to break it to you Ven-Ven, but giving Sabreenie a whole cake isn't gonna help with her seasonal depression.”

Ventus's face immediately scrunched into distaste. “She doesn't have...” he tried to argue, but was soon distracted when one of the bunny kids came down the staircase. The tiny four year old gave the cake a look, drooled a little, and in realizing that Vanitas was there, got right back into action.

“Hey there, squeaky.” Vanitas greeted when the little rabbit jumped high enough to be noticed. “What's eating you?”

But the bunny kid was speaking so quickly, it was hard to follow exactly what they were trying to tell Vanitas. Knowing that the message wasn't easily going through, the bunny kid changed tactics, leading Vanitas into the living room. Ven could only watch in a small awe as Vanitas willingly followed the bunny kid. Apparently Terra wasn't the only pushover when it came to them…

Ven shook his head. The mission was almost a success, and with the unexpected roadblock gone, he had to finish the deed. Carefully picking up the cake again, Ventus made his way around to the laundry room. It was no hassle in setting the cake down on top of the dryer. Letting out a small sound of relief, Ven wiped an imaginary bead of sweat from his brow. He left the laundry room as quietly as he entered it. The mission was accomplished- now all he needed to do was tell the bunny kids and possibly get them a spoon or two.

Going into the living room did lead to a small shock. Somehow, the bunny kid that had gone to distract Vanitas had gotten the teenager to go back to sleep. It took everything it had in Ventus not to let out an unflattering snort. When the bunny kid noticed him, Ven was given a doe eyed look of question. At his nod, the bunny kid let out a happy, “Thank you!” before bounding off to get the others. It was rather adorable, honestly, and Ven felt good about himself as he went into the kitchen to get spoons for the seven of them.

He didn't expect for all six of the bunny children to beat him back into the laundry room by the bunny kids. Someone really needed to come up with a reason why these kids were so fast. It didn't seem right.

“Ven-Ven helped us...” the oldest of the bunny children decided.

“So he gets first slice!” the others finished off with a solemn nod.

Ven chuckled a little. He took his spoon and made a rather generous scoop of cake. Normally, doing such a thing would have physically hurt him. But at the moment, knowing that the cake wasn't going to survive much longer, he chose to ignore it.

“I think this is all I need.” he decided out loud. He gave them all a smile before adding, “Thank you.”

“Is it for Sabreenie?” one of the bunny children curiously wondered. But Ven looked at them for a moment before giving a sly wink. The bunny kids went into a flurry of giggles as Ven started to leave. A smile was also pressed into the corners of Ventus's lips. Sabrina had been a major factor in their cake heist, so of course she deserved a piece of it too. Sure, cake might not help much with seasonal depression, but at least it could show that he still cared about her. And that, for now, was enough.

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I don’t know what the most embarrassing part of re;mind was

Was it - 

The scene dedicated to Saix, Xehanort and Xigbar veeeeery slowly explaining their plans bc they were stupid convoluted the first time

Vanitas spending all of BBS and vanilla KH3 talking about how he’s part of Ventus, only for to, in the Re:Mind cutscene, tell Ventus he’s an idiot for thinking they were ever the same person once after Ven finally accepts they’re the same person?

And then the immediate next scene being back to OG KH3′s Ven insisting they don’t have to be the same but Vanitas insisting he’s Ven’s darkness?

this... spitting in the face of BBS? completely? utterly? entirely???

this vanitas is time travelling FROM BBS in the first place!?

Xemnas spending an entire Re:Mind cutscene talking about how much he doesn’t remember ANYTHING about Xion, only for the very next cutscene to be OG KH3′s “ah yes, Axel was your friend, wasn’t he?”

Roxas being OP in OG KH3 is actually because Sora was partially possessing him

Roxas breaking out of Sora’s body to save his friends is actually because Sora helped him do it

Roxas being hilariously ineffective for the rest of the game bc he doesn’t have any part of Sora in him anymore

roxas is canonically stronger than sora

kairi apparently hits harder than roxas and xion combined 

Sora intruding on everyone’s personal battles even more this time?

The sheer amount of re-used footage, meaning that this is literally just a retread of the entire Graveyard scene with some confusing extra garnish

Them desperately trying to make “Demyx Time” a thing? 

stop trying to make demyx time a thing

This being the “make Kairi relevant” DLC but she’s off-screen for most of it anyway?

the return of the caribbean crab fetch quest, but with some minigames this time

nomura desperately trying to pretend that xehanort killing capturing kairi was a key strategic move and not him killing kairi for sora angst

him not explaining why xehanort capturing kairi is a key strategic move

The Guardians of Light being unable to fight off the 12 Replica Xehanorts with 8 of them when Sora did it with two companions?

Sora having to save them all AGAIN because they apparently can’t do a single damn thing without him? Can they BREATHE without his help??

“Sora is not just the most useful Guardian of Light, he is also directly responsible for every success every other Guardian ever had bc he facilitated them via time travel”

The Lingering Will getting taken out like chump change by the same dumb trick that Riku took to take out Roxas?

The Lingering Will getting taken out like chump change at all?

Xehanort’s motivations being “everyone is capable of evil so that means all goodness is fake so also now I shall become evil?” 

the fact that all this reused footage costs $45 fucking australian dollars when the game itself retains for $99???

the fact it costs $45AUD and it should’ve been in the main game anyway????

....

honestly i think it’s still versus xiii yozora

#ac plays kh3 #this is negative as SHIT #like my standards were low #the bar was an inch above the ground #but nomura still fucking sprawled over it anyway #re:mind spoilers #kh3 spoilers

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Marigold Reacts | 4

hello and welcome to Marigold Reacts. ficlets based on those little snapshot-moments that pop to mind when i read fanfiction. largely inspired by @darkhawkflying’s work on AO3.

this time around however, i figure this is more of a dedication than directly inspired by anything i’ve seen written x) i don’t recall her putting together anything quite this dramatic. but, what can i say, my imagination has the tendency to run away with me even during the simplest scenes!

all you need to be aware of is that i treat the series’/stories as though they’re films/tv programs. i am the “cast’s” landlady and we all live under the same roof.

enjoy!

          NUT BUTTER

          It hadn’t been instantaneous. No worlds collided, no rugs were pulled and it wasn’t some sweet pop-song, ‘the minute I met you’ bullshit that sells love to a demographic who haven’t experienced it yet. If you ask Ross, he would tell you that for the first five minutes after their being introduced, Jim wanted to, “punch him in his pretty face.”

Ross maybe shouldn’t have counted Jim’s reference to his face as ‘pretty’ as a win considering not five minutes after that, Ross had been escorted to a set-medic with a bloody lip and a bruised ego.

Actions fueled by tabloid gossip that - alright, sure, Jim knew well enough to ignore on a regular day. And, yes, Jim can admit that he’d walked onto set with a few preconceived notions but Ross hadn’t helped himself at. all. by acting like an arrogant Vegas Strip prima donna. A prick.

By acting like a prick.

What had worked in their favor was all the tension they’d let simmer between them. Tension that eventually exploded when they’d bumped shoulders in the hotel lobby. And then the elevator. The corridor. The alcove with the ice machine, the emergency exit stairwell and, finally, all over Ross’ suite. It was a display of pure carnal Neanderthal biology. Except, instead of trying to eliminate the threat, Ross had gone the route of fucking it into submission. Repeatedly.

No, their love hadn’t been an, ‘our eyes locked and my soul wept and shifted and time stood still as gravity pulled me towards you’ Old Hollywood cliché. It had been a creeping thing, threaded into the seams of what, from the outside, would appear to be the most insignificant moments:

How Jim spreads both almond and peanut butter on his toast but no jam or jelly because, “it’ll ruin it, no.” Every time Jim has to climb onto the counter to reach the top shelf for the brown sugar and his t-shirt rucks up to expose the little dimples just above his waistband. The way he curls around Ross like a grumpy octopus when Ross tries to get out of bed too early - with Jim either wrapped in his blanket-burrito (and wouldn’t it be nice to one day wake up with even a corner of the comforter?), hiding from a time of day Jim deems inhuman. Or he’s all love-bites and kisses and soft looks and lazy arousal and -

          “Ah-hem-hm.”

- and Marigold cleared her throat for the third time in a row despite not actually having to. She looked at Ross then back to Jim. Then back to Ross, then back to Jim, then back to Ross, then settled her gaze to hover in the narrow space between them and heaved a sigh, “They’re doing it again.”

          “They are,” Dwight agreed, doing a turn of the games table where they’d been sat playing cards when ‘it’ occurred.

          “It’s getting a little ... weird.”

          “It is.”

          “Reminds me of possums.”

          “Oh? How’s that?”

Marigold pressed a finger into Jim’s bicep, deep enough to hurt or (at the very least) elicit a response from a normal person, “They freeze up like possums.”

          “Possums ‘play dead’, if I’m not mistaken.”

          “And what the hell would you consider this!?”

          “Zoning out?”

Deciding to ignore the statement, Marigold waved a hand between Ross and Jim’s faces, nearly smacking them with her efforts. It didn’t work. It never did. But Marigold dutifully went though the procedure she’d developed to gauge exactly how ‘checked out’ her friends were this time. More than once, she’d been compelled to hire a staff of medical scientists to diagnose the problem.

Or, more often as of late, paint their faces in theatrical makeup that could rival Cirque du Soleil and dress them in feather boas and gaudy costume jewelry.

Dwight, in all of his neatly composed curiosity, folded his arms and examined the scene from another angle. “Huh,” he summed up eloquently and took a moment before asking, “And what was it that you asked them this time?”

Marigold threw her hands up in disbelief, “Which nut-butter to buy!” because how was that a topic that triggered this - this - this trance-like-lust-cocoon that Jim and Ross fell into whenever someone so much as suggested something remotely reminiscent of a cute fucking moment they’d shared.

No. No, truthfully Marigold did not want to contemplate the hows and whys of what a spread’s role was in their romance, thank you very much.

          “It is rude or romantic? I’m honest-to-God not even sure anymore.”

          “Rudemantic?” Demelza supplied from where she stood, hovering in the doorway with the grocery list Marigold had been one nut-butter away from finishing. In hindsight, they should’ve gone ahead and bought one of each kind, called it a day. But, no, Marigold like to be inclusive and asked for Ross’ input thus causing the world to tilt sideways and rose petals and hearts and motherfucking stars to flicker into existence around them (or whatever Harlequin Romance crap entails).

Dwight suggested, “We could just go.”

          “We could.”

          “But you have something else in mind now, don’t you?”

          “Oh yes,” Marigold said, “I do.” And with a devilish grin, she hauled Demelza through the kitchen and away, likely to retrieve whatever instruments of torture she deemed fit after being rudely ignored (though Dwight couldn’t rightly say it was their fault) by her housemates.

Dwight sighed and shook his head solemnly, “Well. I supposed I could get on with my boo - ”

          “You’re helping!” Marigold announced from elsewhere in the house.

          “ - or prepare my mind for whatever atrocity I’m about to aid and abet in.”

- (some time later) -

          Ross blinked a few times to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the room. He could have sworn it was only mid-morning when they’d last looked up from their card game.

Time really does fly when you’re having fun?

He retraced the events of the day, starting from when he was roused by Jim (in the best way possible) to breakfast on the patio to a shower that he’d shared with two sausage-dogs that didn’t understand the concept of privacy and absolutely had to make sure he was okay washing himself.

Hadn’t Mare been asking about nut-butter, he recalled vaguely.

He glanced around as if to look for her though he knew full-well she wouldn’t have stuck around if he hadn’t provided an answer quick enough. Still, she could’ve been nice and switched the overhead on before she left ...

Finally, Ross let his gaze settle on Jim who, he was startled to find, was glowering at him through stormy blue-grey eyes.

And Ross’ jaw dropped.

He let his mind absorb what he was seeing for a beat before opening his mouth, only to have to close it again with lack of anything to say.

Hell, what does a person say when confronted with ... oh wow ...

Jim’s hair was completely swallowed by a top-hat outfitted with peacock feathers and sludge-green silk fabric; his neck and shoulders were adorned in the most outrageous cloak in fuchsia and gold that Ross’ eyes had ever had the displeasure of looking directly at. And Jim’s face ... biting the inside of his cheek did nothing to stop the snorts of laughter that escaped when Ross really took it in.

His lips had been exaggerated with smears of firetruck-red lipstick that started right below his nose and swept out to his dimples; he had lime green circles, filled in, from eyebrows to cheekbones and his eyes were fringed with extra-long falsies that glittered every color of the rainbow. And his cheeks had been painted solid Barbie-pink giving him the look of an underqualified Drag Queen whose alter-ego was drawn from Keroppi.

There was no other way to put it. Jim had been BeDazzled.

Ross was vibrating in his effort not to laugh outright. Clearly, they had some kind of phantom Mad Hatter Ninja Princess sneaking around the house that needed exorcising.

          “Think this is funny, do you, Poldark?”

To avoid Jim’s piercing glare, Ross shifted ever-so-slightly away. The movement caused him to turn toward the mirror above the mantelpiece across from them and thus to catch a glimpse of his reflection. His horrifying, sparkly, Willy Wonka-purple reflection.

          “What the actual fuck!?”

          “Not so funny now, is it?”

          “What happened!?”

Jim gritted his teeth and his tone turned menacing, “We’ve been Marigold’ed ...” he said and it was clear how he felt about that by the tremble in his shoulders and fire in his eyes. His voice dropped further until it was no more than a growl as Jim promised, “Vendetta.”

It took a few moments to take stock of everything that’d been done to them but it was what couldn’t be seen (but rather felt) that made Ross’ eyes go impossibly big and the color drain from his face. He shifted again, experimentally, noting the subtle chafing when he spread his legs a little wider.

          “Holy shit. I think she made a fairy out of my - ”

          “VEN-DET-TA!!!”

i dislike being ignored. strongly (・`ω´・) 

anyway, this is what i imagine other characters get up to when Character A and B ‘fall into each other’s eyes’ or, in Animes, all of the hearts and roses appear, drowning everything else out.

i’m always reminded of the ‘behind-the-scenes’ explanation in Family Guy (about the cutaway scenes - starting @2:30). only, instead of taking a cigarette break, I let my inner pageant diva out :)

part 4 of the ongoing series

#DarkHawk #Ross Poldark #Jim Hawkins #Marigold Reacts #ficlet #writing #my writing #Demelza Carne #Dwight Enys #AO3 #@darkhawkflying #@my-trex-has-fleas #i have no shame #lovey-dovey dorks #inspired by the phenomenal Acid Betty (love her makeup)