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[sunfluerys]

A shock to the senses. That’s all I need.

[void-kissed]

POV: you managed to load in the secret boss that got left in the code but went unused in the final game

This is just an effectless image I saved while in the process of posing Xiara to put her on the carrd more properly, now that I've remade her reference model. I thought it looked pretty cool, so I figured I'd post it ^-^

[bladestormed]

@leoxcantus ⚡ cont'd

       ❝ 𝑶𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒕. ❞ 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴. ❝ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. ❞

Her brow furrowed at his FRUSTRATING RESPONSE, her glare becoming sharp from displeasure. " And what is that even supposed to mean ??? " she demanded, her voice just as ferocious as her stare. " How can YOUR business involve staring at somebody else ??? "

[crossoverheaven]

Between the Savage Nymph and the Scientific Railgun, who wins?

[firestorm09890]

In Re: Chain of Memories most of the Organization members have a cutscene named after them in the format of “[character] the [epithet]” but not Axel and Marluxia because they’re special and yknow what the easiest way to go about it is probably to go through them in order before I try to talk about anything- here’s all the cutscene titles that directly reference or name Organization members

The Smiling Siren (first cutscene featuring Larxene) Larxene the Ruthless (meeting Sora) Larxene’s Sneer (before Larxene 2)

Vexen the Scientist (first cutscene featuring him) I am Vexen (meeting Sora) Vexen’s End (death cutscene) Vexen’s Replica (tbh this one doesn’t count for what I’m talking about bc it’s about the replica not Vexen but his name is in it so I had to record it)

Marluxia’s Graceful Blade (first cutscene where we see his face)

Axel vs. Marluxia (Axel and Marluxia fight) Axel’s Dancing Flames (before Axel 2) Axel Vanishes (“death” cutscene)

Lexaeus the Taciturn (meeting Riku)

Zexion the Tactician (the one where he decides eh this is Vexen’s problem which is a tactful move i guess????) The Tactician’s Move (Axel and Zexion convo) The Tactician’s End (Zexion death cutscene)

Got It Memorized? (the one where Axel first shows up) is also very obviously an Axel trademarked cutscene but it doesn’t have his name or an epithet for him in it, it’s just his catchphrase, so it’s kind of a different thing, but I think it’s worth mentioning

Larxene the Ruthless, Vexen the Scientist, Marluxia’s Graceful Blade, Axel’s Dancing Flames, Lexaeus the Taciturn, and Zexion the Tactician all have some sort of reference to their respective titles in the Organization, kinda (Savage Nymph/Callous Vixen, Chilly Academic, Graceful Assassin/Graceful Assassin’s Blade, Flurry of Dancing Flames, Silent Hero/Taciturn Stalwart, Cloaked Schemer/Shadow-walking Tactician) and god as I’m writing this I’m realizing what a huge missed opportunity it was to not call Larxene the Savage Siren, she’s much more like a siren than a nymph- ANYWAY

I think the inconsistencies in this are interesting. They’re more important than the others, yes, but there are so few Org members here that wouldn’t it have been more organized to give Axel and Marluxia a “[character] the [epithet]” title too? How come Zexion carries his epithet of Tactician with him to the end while Vexen doesn’t get to keep being referred to as Scientist? The answer is no one respects Vexen enough, not even the guys who named a cutscenes. That’s a joke the real answer is that they probably didn’t think about the cutscene titles at all. Doesn’t mean I can’t think about it though. I also think it’s interesting how Zexion’s referred to as Tactician even though in localization he’s the Schemer. honestly i should make another post talking about orgxiii titles

[miss-tc-nova]

A Disappointment in Marluxia - Lauriam

Lol, writing a title for that was weird. But we got the green light! So here’s my piece for the Ephemeral zine a story that got shafted when the actual story came out on KHUx. 

Premise: Marluxia is awake, he remembers what happened, and he’s furious.

Words: 2000

AN: Post KH3

~~~~~

              He failed.

              Cold stone leaches warmth off the man on the ground; not that he’s aware. His recompletion brings only torture. Thoughts rife with terror and trauma force him to relive every moment of his failure; he could neither protect nor return his only family.

              Curled fists pound against the unaffected cement, doing nothing for the grief plaguing him.

              “I found you.”

              His gaze darts down the alley. Shadowed by the light is some sort of feline. It’s something familiar; he knows that he knows this creature, but he’s aware not all his memories are clear yet.

              “Who are you?” he asks as he sits up.

              The darkness can’t obscure the disappointment. “Oh…You still don’t remember…”

              “Remember what?”

              “Who you are.”

              The cat stands close enough now to make out its finer features. A shy face with dark stripes crossing silver fur hides behind a coin purse, but it’s the crown of flowers atop its head that brings up the right memory, one of weaving stems together in halos—one of happiness.

              Smiling, he says their name. “Chirithy.”

              Folded ears perk and the spirit leaps forward to embrace their wielder.

              For a moment, the anguish is gone, counteracted by the comfort of an old friend but the reprieve is short. As always, his mind is plotting out his next course of action and, if his hunch is correct, he shouldn’t be the only one here. Redemption may still be within his grasp.

              Traverse Town is quiet, naturally void of people due to the nature of the place. It’s peaceful and would make for a good final home. That being said, it doesn’t take long to find the only other visitor.

              “Figures you’d be here too.”

              She found him.

              The blonde stands, arms crossed, at the end of the street. That smirk proves how well the two have come to know each other. She’s been with him from the very beginning, through all the hell. Even with no memories she stayed by his side: the perfect partner in crime.

              “Larxene,” he greets curtly.

              “Marluxia,” she replies. “Thank the gods I wasn’t dumped in this garbage world by myself. So what’s the plan?”

              A smirk pulls at his lips. “Who says there’s a plan?”

              That old savagery she’d cultivated as a Nobody plays in her simper. “You always have a plan. And you know I sure as hell don’t plan on sitting here twiddling my thumbs.”

              “I’m glad to hear that because there are some people I need to track down.”

              She knows exactly what he’s talking about. “And who’s on the list?”

              “The foretellers for one,” Marluxia says.

              “They’re dead.”

              “So were we.”

              “Good point.”

              “Skuld, Ephemer, and Brain have some things to answer for as well.”

              “Uh huh. I guess I should’ve asked this instead—” All the mischief turns to deadly seriousness. “Who’s first?”

              Marluxia’s shoulders tense as flashes of what happened remind him why he’s here. A seething rage courses through his blood, marring his normally cool composure. Through twisted lips, he snarls the name.

              “Ventus.”

~~~~~

              It didn’t take long for the relentless pair to find their target. One confrontation with old coworkers led to a slip of the tongue on the red-head’s part, making the hunt all too easy. But while tracking him down in the Keyblade Graveyard was simple enough, finding Ventus among four of his friends is less than ideal. Larxene seems to think otherwise.

              “Naminé isn’t a fighter,” she says, eyeing the prey from their spot behind a stone wall. They’ve been trailed into the perfect spot for the Savage Nymph, full of pillars and walls. “And three against one will be a piece of cake

              Hands straighten Marluxia’s vest. “If the replica was anything like the original, Riku will probably guard her closely. So really it’s Terra and Aqua you’ll have to worry about.”

              “Please. Big Boy won’t be able to catch me. And Princess there doesn’t have the nerve.”

              He has to admire his partner’s confidence; her savagery makes her formidable against even unlikely odds and she knows it.

              “Then shall we get started?”

              She’s like a lioness on the hunt. “Hell yeah.”

              In a bolt of light, Larxene bursts from cover. She ricochets through the area, easily surrounding the group that goes on alarm before she skids to a stop in front of them.

              “Long time no see,” she says.

              “Larxene,” Riku growls, keyblade ready. “What do you want?”

              “Never mind what I want; I’m just the distraction.” Knives flicker into Larxene’s grasp alongside her nymphic grin. “So let’s play.”

              She rushes in, pushing back a surprised Terra before charging Aqua. The young blonde leaps into her path, but instead of shredding him open, Larxene snatches his jacket.

              “Not you,” she snarls. “You’re going to pay!”

              Turning on heel, she launches the young man over her shoulder to where his judgement awaits. He lands at Marluxia’s feet, peering up with some glint of horror in his eyes.

              “Ventus,” Marluxia utters.

              “Wh-What are you doing here?” Ven scrambles to his feet.

              “I’m here for you.”

              “But why? I didn’t do anything.” Despite his words, his head is lowered, almost guilty.

              Fury ignites. Hand back, Marluxia summons the scythe he’d taken up when he couldn’t remember his keyblade—it suited him more anyway.

              “How dare you!”

              “Ven!” Aqua’s cries are useless; with Larxene on defense, Marluxia has his victim all to himself.

              The blade nearly catches Ven’s arm. “How could you forget what happened?! What you took from me?!”

              Ventus doesn’t fight back, opting to dodge instead. “What do you mean?!”

              “Don’t play games with me! You gained a keyblade and joined a union to collect Lux!”

              Marluxia catches skin with his next swipe. “Ah! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

              “But you wanted power! You let the darkness control you and joined the Dandelions!” Ven stumbles back when the back of the weapon strikes him. “And you became a Foreteller!” Vines erupt from the ground on command, entangling Ven in their thorny clutches. “Because my sister was murdered!”

              Thorns pierce skin and threaten to crush him but, still, Ven endures. His grip on composure failing, Marluxia waves a hand to slam Ven against the stone wall behind him.

              “It’s your fault she’s gone!” Tears slip down the blonde’s face. “IT’S YOUR FAULT SHE’S DEAD!”

              “I’m sorry!”

              The calm calculation Marluxia had displayed in his life as a Nobody is gone. He could’ve held through anything, but this involves his sister—the only family he had—and he has no mercy for the people who hurt her, let alone the person who caused her death.

              Tears running down his face, he screams, “Sorry isn’t going to bring my sister back! She died because of you! Because you exist!”

              Ven’s voice breaks. “I didn’t want her to die! I would do anything—I would die to bring her back!” He chokes on his words. “...But I can’t. I can’t and I’m sorry. But go ahead, kill me. It’s what I deserve right? I don’t want anyone else to die because of me.”

              Marluxia’s jaw clenches, fighting off memories of the innocent kid he used to watch over. Ven had been like a little brother to all the Dandelion leaders. But no matter how his heart tries to find the pristine memories, they’re all tainted with darkness.

              Ven screams, “DO IT!”

              Fueled by grief, the man steps back to raise the scythe. Tears muddling his vision, anguish roaring in his throat, Marluxia prepares for the final blow. His head demands revenge but something in his heart still begs for his victim to resist. But Ven never does

              His entire body shifts into full swing. His mind is made up; Ven’s mind is made up. This is it.

              “Marluxia!”

              The grip that took his wrist never would’ve been able to stop Marluxia’s attack, but the jolt that shoots through his body from that soft voice instantly arrests him. Frozen in his shock, he glares at his victim, willing himself to send his scythe forward, and yet, not a single muscle in his body can break the spell.

              “Marluxia! Finish him!” Larxene shouts. “He took her away from us!”

              Hearing his companion’s shout, he begins to regain control of his senses, however, the hand barely holding his arm tightens.

              “Marluxia, please. Don’t do this.”

              His violent gaze turns on the petite blonde. She physically recoils but doesn’t release her grip; she bravely stands beneath his glare.

              “Why not?!” he yells, whirling on her. “What do you know?!”

              “Naminé!” Riku calls, but he and the others are too preoccupied with Larxene and her paralysis attacks to do anything.  

              The enraged man pays them little attention. “My sister is dead!”

              “But he didn’t ask for this. You said the darkness controlled him. That’s not his fault.” It’s impressive that her voice remains steady in her wary form.

              “I don’t care whose fault it is! She died because he exists and I’ll kill him for that! And unless you want to go first—” While she was never intended to be his target, his weapon is poised to tear her apart. “—Stay out of my way!”

              “Is this what she’d want for you?”

              It’s quite impressive: in the face of death, this girl—this defenseless girl that used to suffer at Marluxia’s very hands—is still standing before him. Not only that, but it only took her seven words to cripple her attacker. She’s ensnared his attention and rendered his threat to useless noise. Her words hit him where he was weakest and now all he can think about is how his little sister would be disappointed.

              Strelitzia…

              Naminé continues, “Nobody asks to be born, and some people aren’t as lucky as others. Sometimes things happen to those unfortunate people that makes them do terrible things to other unfortunate people.” Memories of his reign of terror bubble in his brain. “But it’s all just a terrible cycle that will suck in more and more people if someone doesn’t stop it.”

              Naminé had been one of those victims.

              “Please. Stop the cycle.”

              The heel of his weapon clatters against the dirt. It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, yet when he speaks, his voice isn’t quite as strong as hers. “Then what am I supposed to do?! I let her down. I’m her big brother; I was supposed to protect her!...But I didn’t…So if I don’t avenge her, what do I do now?!”

              Naminé’s gaze drops. “I don’t know…”

              For a brief moment, hope had been in his reach. Someone Marluxia had once used and tormented stood before him with answers, but when it came to the most important question, she had none. Without his sister, Marluxia felt worthless. All the power and strength he had was for her—to protect her, to stand by her, to get her back. If he has to accept this reality of being without her, he’ll be forced to face who he truly is. And Marluxia is certain he won’t like that person.

              Nevertheless, Naminé is right: all this darkness and hatred he’d drowned himself in is not what his sister would want. He spent decades in search of revenge, even when he couldn’t remember, but Strelitzia would be concerned with the path he’d taken.

              His weapon vanishes in a flurry of vines and petals. Marluxia can only remain standing a few seconds longer before his trembling knees give. Sorrow, despair, terror: it all overwhelms him, destroying whatever composure his ambition granted him.

              “I’m sorry,” he whispers into his hands.

              “You’re starting to remember.”

              Lifting his gaze, he finds his Chirithy standing before him. “Remember what?”

              They step forward, pressing something into Marluxia’s hands. “Who you are.” A soft, faint voice echoes behind Chirithy’s. “Lauriam.”

              The orange ribbon unfurls in his palm and it strikes through his heart. Such a small, simple token completely destroys him, and he breaks down sobbing.

              “And that’s what Strelitzia would want.”

[findurfuture]

In the Kingdom Hearts game franchise, Larxene (voiced in Japanese by Yūko Miyamura and in English by Shanelle Gray) is part of the main group of antagonists. Under the title of The Savage Nymph in the Organization XIII, she is number Twelve. Larxene works with electricity magic and small daggers. Before becoming part of the organization she was called Elrena. She has golden blonde hair and has a brilliant turquoise eyes. Like the rest of the organization, she wears a black cloak as well as pants more like leggings. The black gloves and boots are similar to the regular ones, though her boots are more styled into high heels. Collect all the accessories of the Larxene costume from Kingdom Hearts for Halloween and cosplay.

[marluxialarxene]

https://twitter.com/busterwolf123/status/1626442216024715264?s=61&t=4R_lRPM9TQhIAw5J4nemSA

Larxene Savage Nymph/Marluxia Xemnas Saïx: “This was a prison of the racists, misogynist dicks, and otaku nerds. Definitely Kasumi Todoh cheated on you a lot, racist people. The only people who will torture Cursed Hokuto Shirase Mizugami, Haunted Yukka Kurenai, Aoi Umenokoji, and Kasumi Todoh are only us!”

[jaysosillyart]

babe! it's 4pm! time for your dick zappening!

[dearlyarchived]

“    𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰,    𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲  lousy  for  a  hero.    ”    look  who’s  talking  now,    huh?    isn’t  she  a  lousy  villain  too?    he  seems  no  better  than  axel  right  now,    hanging  around  in  this  useless  town.    what  good  is  constant  sunset,    anyways?    he  makes  a  face  at  the  shorter  boy,    one  hand  on  his  hip  as  the  other  waves  around  at  the  area.    “    couldn’t  even  buy  yourself  a  bit  of  sea  salt  ice  cream  either?   ”  

@heartslight​​.    /    peas  peasel  please  please  please

[katara-draws-sometimes]

wow, i really love......reads smudged writing on hand Bitchy Pikachu

[larxine]

💎 Lightning in a Bottle is a Larxene themed Kingdom Hearts fanzine, meant to showcase and celebrate The Savage Nymph. For more information on the zine, check out the links below!

💎 Carrd

💎 Twitter

We look forward to working on this project!

[spidermilkshake]

Probably purely by universal chance, the Organization's first (and in some respects, only official) woman member. Nomura seems... uh, less enthusiastic about making characters who happen to be women. The fact that Larxene is probably the oldest (or even only) original adult female character to the Kingdom Hearts series is... telling. And let's face it--even Larxene is likely no older than 30 at the most. Nomura just loves to have the universe's problems largely up to a gaggle of 14-17 year olds to solve. That's not something particularly ethical to drop on teenage shoulders--before they even know to adult forcing them to be the saviors in a situation way too big for them. Heck, Larxene isn't even 100% down on how to adult yet. XD Only adult enough to be aware she's not quite so keen on it. Welp, it's a bit better than Axel's maturity level! Time to engage in minor-league schadenfreude, chill with the few who are more patient with  her (so... Marluxia XD), and raid Axel's supply of sugary garbage. Ooh, cookies.

[bladestormed]

@alchemicalbalance​​    ⚡   liked

“       BEWARE   THE   PATIENT   WOMAN,       ‘cause   this   much   I   know    ;     no   one   calls   you   honey   when   you’re   sitting   on   a   throne.       ”

[hallowedvessels]

No. XII: Larxene

Birth name:Elrena

Nobody name: Larxene

Gender: female

Age:19

Height:5'4

Occupation: nobody (ancient keyblade weilder)

Personality: sarcastic and a bit rude

Weapon: knives

Lovers:N/A

Spouse:N/A

Friend: N/A

[kh13]

"What's the matter!?"

Happy 41st Birthday to Shanelle Gray. She voiced The Savage Nymph Larxene in Kingdom Hearts III and Kingdom Hearts RE:COM