Trobin at the snacks table looking for DORITOS® COOL RANCH® Flavored Tortilla Chips
Trobin at the snacks table looking for DORITOS® COOL RANCH® Flavored Tortilla Chips
But I am grateful every day for that disaster. I needed a cataclysm to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide.
I just love this pic so much 😭
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Characteristics of the Unique Ministry of the New Testament, the Ministry of the Age
The Lord’s recovery brings us back to the unique ministry of the New Testament; this ministry has many wonderful characteristics, and the issue of being under such a ministry is that we are betrothed to the Lord Jesus, we are for the building up of the Body, we are sanctified, we function in our measure, and we are brought into a new revival. Praise the Lord for what He is doing and speaking…
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Axel, trying to cheer Roxas and Xion up: Things could be worse, you know!
Axel: How what?
Xion: How could they be worse?
Axel: They couldn’t! I lied.
Roxas and Xion:
Kaz: I only feel one emotion and that is anger.
Inej: Last night you drunk texted everyone of us a thousand heart emojis.
Kaz: Out of anger.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Larxene, Naminé
Tap. Tap. Tap. The sharp blade of Larxene’s knife tapped against the pristine white table. Its razor-shop point scoured into the soft wood, sending little chunks and splinters skittering across the otherwise clean surface. She leaned her cheek in her other hand as she repeatedly stabbed the table, her eyebrows narrowed frustratedly. She carved her frustration out in that white table, seated in a white chair in the middle of a white room with white curtains still around a white window. White, white, white; it was so maddeningly boring, being trapped in this castle of ivory waiting for that pipsqueak to lose his memories and fall right into her and Marluxia’s carefully woven net.
“Ugh, this sucks!” she snapped, suddenly jerking upright to chuck her knife at the wall. The blade buried itself an inch deep in the white paint, electricity sparking around the hilt as her ire mounted. Larxene hated boredom, but she met it too often within the halls of Castle Oblivion. She wished she could just pound that little boy into a pulp and be done with it, but Marluxia insisted that they use the witch’s powers to replace all his memories and make him compliant. Compliance made everything easier, the pink-haired man would smirk at her while batting his pretty lashes. That smirk and that flutter always did her in, damn it.
Morosely, Larxene rose from the table to saunter over to her knife, yanking it out of the wall with an irritated huff. She turned it over and over in her fingers, which had long since grown accustomed to the sleek handle and the electricity skipping over the metal. She supposed she could play target practice with the empty white picture frame on the wall (seriously, who decorated this place? An empty painting?), but her expression soured just at the thought of it. No, she craved violence, or at least the look of dismay on a cute little face…
Hmmm… It has been a while since I paid our little witch a visit, she thought devilishly, pressing the tip of her knife to her glossed lips as they curled into a sinister smirk. They wouldn’t want their little tool to get too big for her britches as her knight in shining armor ascended the castle, after all. Chuckling darkly, she tapped the knife against her mouth a few times. The kiss of metal against the tip of her tongue was familiar and satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as Naminé’s would be… Grinning, she flounced out of the room, the hem of her coat swishing around her legs as she eagerly made her way to the memory witch’s quarters.
The young girl gasped as Larxene barged in, flinching against the back of her chair. Her blue eyes were wide with fright and anxiety as Larxene waltzed across the room, making a show of twirling her knife around her fingers.
“Well, hello there, sweet Naminé,” she crooned, grabbing the girl’s pale cheek and pinching it hard. The girl didn’t let out a single peep as Larxene harshly wiggled the skin back and forth, giving it a slap when she let go. Naminé stared down at her sketch paper with watery blue eyes, the skin of her cheek a blistering red from the older woman’s harsh treatment. “Why the long face?” she tutted, walking around the back of the chair and tapping the knife against her lips in faux confusion. “Your knight Sora is fighting oh-so-hard to rescue you; shouldn’t you be overjoyed?”
“His care for me is borne of lies,” Naminé said quietly. Her fingers tightened around the edges of her sketchbook, crinkling the page on which she’d been drawing. A half-finished rendition of an island beach decorated the white page— the only color in this dismal castle of whiteness. Larxene was jealous that Naminé could bring forth that color, while the rest of them had to persist in this blinding white void. “How could I be overjoyed when I know that he is marching towards a trap?”
“A trap that you built,” Larxene reminded with a waggle of her finger. Of course, that was another lie in this kingdom of lies, but saddling the young girl with guilt sure kept her compliant, as Marluxia liked to tout. Plus, Larxene just loved the way Naminé’s face scrunched up in misery and tears beaded on her platinum-blond lashes. “Aw, don’t cry,” Larxene cooed, leaning down to grab her by the shoulders. She dug her nails into her porcelain skin, making her flinch as crescent-moon indents formed underneath the woman’s claw-like nails. “Sora’s such a nice little boy; I’m sure you could tell just the perfect lies to make him forgive you,” she grinned maliciously.
Naminé sniffed petulantly and hung her head. Larxene couldn’t see the tears roll down her cheeks from her vantage point, unfortunately, but she could see the glittering droplets drip down onto the sketchbook. They bled into the absorbent paper, making the pencil wax run and melt together into confusing swirls.
Larxene bit down on her tongue, trying to suppress the absolute glee bubbling up inside of her. Oh, this was so much better than chucking knives at an empty canvas! Naminé cried quietly as Larxene massaged her shoulders in false compassion, scratching her nails into the girl’s soft skin.
“That’s what you do best, isn’t it?” Larxene pressed. She pulled the girl’s short blond hair back so she could speak venom into her ear. “Craft lies for your own gain… If this is a kingdom of lies, you are the queen of it, my dear, sitting on your throne creating falsehood after falsehood… First that pathetic Replica, and now sweet little Sora, painting his heart of gold black little by little. You really are a witch.”
“Stop,” Naminé begged, covering her face with her hands. “Please, stop.”
“What? You don’t like to hear the truth?” Larxene tsked as she straightened up. She lightly smacked Naminé upside the head as punishment for snapping at her; she couldn’t let such disobedience go unchecked, after all. “You lie to yourself most of all, pretending that you don’t carry any of the blame. If you had a spine, you wouldn’t let us make you do these things.”
The girl was silent for a moment, aside from her sniffles. After mostly composing herself, she picked up her colored pencils and resumed sketching the island scene. Larxene pursed her lips, irritated by her silence. It seemed she’d pushed too many buttons and forced the girl into silence, which was no fun.
“You’re right,” Naminé murmured, eyes blank as she continued to sweep the pencil across the page to fill the ocean in with blue. “I’m scared…” She trailed off, just silently coloring. Larxene clicked her tongue; she’d draw no more entertainment from the girl today, and Marluxia would scold her if she made Naminé too upset. Larxene gave the girl’s cheek one last harsh pinch before striding out, slamming the door behind her. The boom echoed in the empty white halls, reverberated through the castle of lies they’d crafted to lure in the Keyblade.
Naminé, Marluxia, Larxene… Each of them played an integral role in maintaining this kingdom of lies, each of them weaving their web from their respective throne. They lurked like spiders in the silk, watching with bright eyes as their little fly obliviously became more and more ensnared within the sticky fibers. Soon he’d be wound up tight, struggling to get free, and they’d pounce to suck every ounce of power from him they could for their grand lie, their secret mutiny to usurp Xemnas. Lies upon lies upon lies formed the fabric of this castle, so much so that Larxene couldn’t keep track of who told them, who believed them.
This was the place where truth came to die. Who needed truth when you had no heart, anyway?
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Guys.....I'm really really super tempted to try an eyeliner piece from Kingdom's Dusk version..... it looks suuuuuuuper dope
Okay I'm getting emotional over biscuits but here me out
So we know Dark Choco is under Dark Enchantress's control.
That Dark Cacao is Dark Choco's father.
That Dark Cacao was a friend of White Lily.
And that White Lily is Dark Enchantress.
So you're telling me that Dark Cacao got betrayed once then had his son betray him and serve under Dark Enchantress ? The one who betrayed him in the past ?
Like, imagine their reunion. Imagine Dark Cacao trying to fight off the evil forces and fiding his son among them. Seeing how his child turned to evil but also looks much more hurt, and more more sad.
And Dark Choco seeing the look of disappointment and sadness on his father's face and feeling even more regrets than before
I am not okay give them a break devsis !
✨ @khparkszine has officially opened pre-orders, here's my little preview ✨
Everyone's work is amazing and it's so wholesome to see all the characters we love having fun in all the different attractions 🧡
Kingdom be like “Time to meet new cookies!” And give you ONE cookie cutter.
(I decided to do this little mini story of White Rosie properly meeting @sparklingcookiie , long after the initial encounter)
“You sure about this?” Enigmatic Flower mused to White Rose, who sighed softly. It was raining today, so she didn’t need to worry about the harsh sun and it was getting pretty late. The sun was starting to set, and soon she’d be too tired to leave her little paradise. Sometimes at night, her only company in the moonlight was a spirit. “I promise, I’ll be fine.” She turned with a gentle smile, patting the plant Cookie before she stood up and brushed off her dress. Without further words, but a glance at the sky, she headed out.
It was already pretty late by the time she arrived at the bar, the rain fresh on the leafy wings she had resting on her back. Sparkling had only finished with other guests when she arrived. White Rose brushed her wings free of the water, brushed water off her hair, and let the drops settle onto the rose staff she carried around. The scent it gave off...A rosy smell, that was for sure. Quite fragrant, yet oddly soothing. She greeted Sparkling and sat on the stool.
Small chatter was made, regarding the time of day and current events that had been going on. A few drinks here and there, but mostly apple juice for the odd Cookie whose appearance still seemed so..Peculiar. White Rose told about her past adventures, hardships, and all the sights she’d seen while around the Kingdom. Sparkling listened and replied with the usual, and for some time they spoke. But White Rose had came for one other reason.
“It is often some mistake me for another...” White Rose sighed a bit, but with a small smile. “But perhaps I am more than most would assume.” She gently pulled the white Rose bloom from her staffs edge as she got off the stool. “I know you take payments....So I will give you something exciting.” She petted the bloom gingerly, the closed petals slowly opening...Her form seeming to wisp away until the illusion had faded.
White Rosie took note that Sparkling was staring now, presumably stunned that she was now slightly taller with four leafy wings, patches of darker skin, and eerie ‘horns’ though one was a curved rose stalk and the other was an actual plant. But she just simply smiled a bit, handed him the white rose bloom that had fully opened, and turned to leave. However, she stopped, and turned again.
“The white rose should make some rosy drinks, it’s quite special and has the ability to calm troubled spirits. I should know..Ones always watching over me.” White Rosie said with a gentle...somewhat ominous...chuckle, waving with her free hand as she held her staff again, and exited the building though her illusion seemed to wisp back into sight as she set foot outside.
When Sparkling peered out the door, she was seemingly gone. But what he did encounter, was...White Lily standing close by! When he blinked, she’d vanished too. Strange...Where did she go so quickly? And what had White Rosie meant by a spirit that always looked over her. All that was left now was the moonlight, shining down as it always did...And the white rose that smelled lovely.
Aqua: Where did you get these? I thought they stopped making them!
Ventus: Well, we heard that too, and since they’re your favorite…
Vanitas: We went out and stole a bunch.
Ventus: … I went back and paid for them.
“night sky” for @terraquaweek ♡