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amyhayanora · 4 years ago
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I can finally post my final piece for @disorganizine​, I had the pleasure to illustrate Axel! So much fun, I love his silly face! Unwillingly ready to babysit the kiddos.
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gotta keep the canon, lol.
fun fact: In the first version, Xion and Roxas were dressed differently, but I changed them because I’ve realized that I was portraiting the only charachters whose their vacation day was canonically showed in game xD. after all the efforts made to keep Axel’s messy room in canon, I sadly felt I had to adapt the kiddos too and put at least their coats on them.
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I also did a set of emotes, my first attempt at merch. I’m always weak for funny expresions, but this time was...Great, LOL. I did faces so ugly to be amazing. like Xemnas or Xaldin. Oh, I love that xaldin so much. I’m so stupidly proud of these xD
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and Roxas is such a mood. like, my actual mood.
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disorganizine · 4 years ago
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❦ SUPERIOR BUNDLE ❦ (zine + extras) http://disorganizine.bigcartel.com
❦ 1 x Cosplay Shoot
❦ 13 x Illustrations
❦ 14 x Stories
❦ 100+ Pages
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❦ 14 x Icon-sized Emotes
❦ 26 x Twitter Headers
❦ 3 x Desktop Wallpapers
❦ 2 x Phone Wallpapers 
❦ 2 x Digital Colouring Pages
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plushievash · 4 years ago
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now that were all wrapped up i can share my pieces for the @disorganizine​ ! im super happy i got to be apart of this zine and draw for my favourite character of all time !! 💖💕 bonus thank you note:
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kingdomcarrots · 4 years ago
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My piece for the @disorganizine ! I was chuffed to draw for Saïx 💜 The big moonmoon needs pups in his free time 😌
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ac7-art · 4 years ago
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Was lucky enough to be apart of a zine based off of the organization having a casual Friday! I got to draw Lexaeus :)
Thank you to @disorganizine for having me!
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Alternate cell shaded ver.
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kaluawoo · 4 years ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Xaldin (Kingdom Hearts), Dilan (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Mid-Canon, Lost Love, Memories, Bitterness, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Several Beauty and the Beast characters show up but not in big roles Summary:
Xaldin returns to the Beast's Castle after his mission here, and what he hears and sees keeps reminding him of a life long past...
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My piece for the @disorganizine :D
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miss-tc-nova · 4 years ago
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A Garden for the Lost - Marluxia
Hey! Most of my zine work is coming to a close, meaning I can post this one here! Written for the @disorganizine. It was a blast to be part of such an awesome project.
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              Lord of Castle Oblivion: the man takes immense pride in his position, even if it’s been handed to him by the very person he seeks to ruin. Nevertheless, between overseeing the castle and plotting his take over, there’s little time to recoup. Despite his ambition and drive, Marluxia still needs those moments in which he can forget obligations and goals and focus on something he wants to do.
              So he made time. With Vexen as acting lord for a day, Marluxia has taken to another world.
              Upon his first visit, only dirt greeted him. However, when no inhabitants had been found to be a bother, the barren plot was claimed as his own. Since then, the dusty, drab lot has transformed into a lush, expansive garden. Everything inside has been grown by the Graceful Assassin himself; even the little toolshed and bustling greenhouse had been put up with his own hands. Flowers of all sorts comfortably thrive here from roses to snap dragons—there’s even a cactus patch in its own sandy enclosure. This is his sanctuary—the only place he has ever felt complete. It’s absurd to say he enjoys this hobby seeing as he has no heart, but for as long as he can remember, peace only finds him when he indulges in gardening.
              The hefty black coat is shed, sloughing off the woes of work with it. Boots scrape the dirt path as he makes his way towards the greenhouse; there are some seedlings that require his attention.
              And that’s when he notices it: shuffling among the vegetation is something unknown. As it makes its way through the rose bushes, Marluxia begins to stalk the rustle. Every now and then, the top of a silver head bobs above the leaves, a pair of folded ears bouncing and a ring of flowers perched between them.
              The shifting halts at the end of the shrub line causing the assassin to freeze. The intruder is feline in its characteristics but is clearly no ordinary house cat. A cape sits across small shoulders and a large, pink coin purse hangs from its neck. A crown with the most intricate weaving sits atop its head, made of flora from this very garden.
              Before the animal is a previously empty patch Marluxia had not yet designated, though that seems to have changed. Little paws lift a watering can over the freshly planted foliage. The flower looks like a flock of ridiculous birds on alert. Green and ruby “beaks” jut out at the top of the stalk with a vibrant crown of gold and violet. A twinge in his chest causes Marluxia to act.
              “Excuse me,” he sneers, having long lost his sense of sympathy—if he ever had one.
              The watering can clatters to the ground with a shocked gasp. Blue eyes peer up at the gardener before a puff of smoke engulfs the feline.
              “Hey!” But the strange cat is already gone.
              A closer look at the plant reveals an orange ribbon tied around the stem of the brightest bloom.
              No warning brings about the pain that suddenly surges through his skull. With a snarl, Marluxia stumbles back, but no amount of grasping or wincing eases the agony. Unprovoked, it swells and spreads until it overwhelms the man, bringing him to his knees. The blinding ache only fades when he blacks out.
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              “—r—m. L—ia—”
              What happened?
              “L—m.”
              Eyes flutter open to a brilliant sky. Blue, yellow, and every shade of pink frames his vision, the soft petals occasionally grazing against him as they sway in the breeze.
              “Figures you’d be snoozin’ here.”
              Pushing from the flowers, Marluxia glances back, finding a crowd of blurred faces strolling closer.
              Who are they?
              Without consent, his lips pull back in a smile—a real smile without all the insincerity and secrecy he’s become so skilled at. “You caught me.”
              “That makes this my nappin’ spot now. Scram.” A hand meets his shoulder in a teasing shove, provoking light laughter from the confused man.
              “Oh come on, _____,” a feminine voice scolds. High pitch ringing and static consumes her voice for a moment but no one acknowledges the anomaly. “We caught you asleep in the library like an hour ago.”
              The first stranger, clad in black, flops into the flowers. “Aw, well now you went and blew my secret.”
              “Did I miss a meeting or something?” Marluxia asks.
              The third, a blur sitting above a crimson scarf, reassures him, “No. We were just worried about you; haven’t seen you all day. Only ______ seemed to know where to find you.” Again, the name is drowned out in a blaring mesh of noise.
              He looks to the man beside him, somehow finding this normal. “You knew, huh?”
              A finger points to a looming tower not far off. “Yep. Could see you from the window.”
              “Really?” interrupts the girl. “You couldn’t have just told us that instead of dragging us all the way out here?”
              “What fun would that have been?” He lies back, his hat tipping forward to shade his face. “Besides, why would you wanna miss this view?”
              “It is pretty,” admits the one in the scarf.
              These people, regardless of who they are, have managed to bring out a lightness that Marluxia can’t recall ever feeling. With no memories of who he used to be, he can only assume that this is what happiness must feel like to somebodies. It’s as warm as the sun, as light as the breeze, and as beautiful as the flowers; he can’t imagine how he’s gone so long without knowing something so wonderful could exist.
              A fourth voice, the last stranger, speaks, “Hey, did you ever find _____?”
              This time, the cacophony is far more extreme, picking at his brain like needles. They sink in, allowing this oozing pain to seep through. Whatever spell gave him this bliss is broken, freeing Marluxia and allowing him to grip at the stabbing in his head.
              Clouds roll in, bringing threats of a storm and snuffing the serenity for good. Carried along by a sudden gust is a chill that sweeps over the field. The first three strangers disintegrate in the wind, leaving behind the last. His face clears, revealing someone Marluxia is fairly familiar with.
              Roxas?!
              Blue eyes, usually full of innocent curiosity, are empty, as if dead. Curled around him, waving menacingly, are tendrils of darkness. He’s a threat.
              “—iam.”
              What is this?!
              Foreboding shadows engulf the boy as they reach for their new victim. From within, a pair of violent, yellow eyes pierce through to leer at the man. That gaze antagonizes the ache that paralyzes him.
              “L—r—.”
              What’s happening?!
              With the impending darkness looming above, he cannot fight the inevitable, only brace for the end.
              Shrieks of scraped metal fill the air. Peering past the pain, Marluxia peeks just in time to see the shadows and the boy fading away on the other side of a massive scythe—his scythe. The weapon towers over him, wielded by a Nobody he’s never seen before. Wings splay out behind the female figure with swaying vines. Beneath the pink mask is her empty, tormented face with golden eyes that seem to pity Marluxia.
              “_____.”
              His attention drops to the ground; there’s a girl there, clad in white as if to mock his usual black coat. Her face is entirely veiled with only two strands of red hair giving her any defining features.
              Immediately, Marluxia’s mouth produces a word he can’t hear. Everything in his body is pushing him to approach but as he reaches for her, something repels his advance. Sound pours from his mouth but he can’t decipher a single syllable. He’d give anything to reach her but he doesn’t know what’s driving this desire—he doesn’t understand why she’s so important.
              A flurry of petals blasts at the man and his feet begin to drift—he’s losing ground.  
              “No! Wait! _____!” Screams tear from his throat even if he can’t hear them. “_____!”
              The gale grows stronger, sending him flying back. The robed figure grows farther and farther out of reach as the darkness consumes him.
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              Coming to, Marluxia clears his bleary eyes. The sky above is tinted in pink, the sunset warning him of lost time. Rubbing at his face as he sits up, he struggles to remember his dream. It ends in failure as every frame is forgotten, despite the feeling of importance it holds.
              Rising to his feet, the assassin immediately rediscovers the tall blooms he’d been suspicious of earlier.
              The Bird of Paradise. Its name slips from his mouth: “Strelitzia.”
              The colors of the flowers suddenly bleed together. A hand lifts to clear his vision but comes away with smears of water. Just the thought of shedding tears perplexes the man, let alone actually crying. Regardless of what Xemnas likes to pretend, Nobodies cannot have emotions. So Marluxia chalks it up to his body having some sort of reaction to the flowers—they need to be disposed of.
              Reaching out with the intention of tearing off the blossom, Marluxia snags the vermillion ribbon. Another spasm of pain wracks his brain while a strange twinge ripples in his chest. The backlash causes the man to stumble, the fabric coming free in his grip.
              Once recovered, he glares but this plant still has some sort of spell on him. The cloth is crushed in his fist in spite of the futility. Releasing the pent-up tension in a huff, he turns away; it’s too late to be worrying about some pest of a plant.
              “I’ll deal with it later,” he grumbles.
              But Marluxia never does. Days turn to weeks and then months and the plant thrives. It grows taller and releases more blooms of the exotic flower. He makes a point not to, but there are clear signs of it being tended to: his tools move, fresh dirt and fertilizer are taken, and the ground around it is disturbed with stolen equipment and paw prints. Clearly, the creature visits often.
              The strange thing is Marluxia’s waning hatred for the flower and its caretaker. In his usual upkeep of his garden, extra supplies are purchased to account for the invasive plant. He even picked up a smaller watering can he’d spotted while passing through the market. The cat still refuses to reveal itself, but there are signs of its presence—including the occasional flower crown waiting for him. By the third, he finds these little gifts not at all annoying, often pressing them in books kept on a shelf in the greenhouse.
              As for the ribbon, Marluxia keeps it—something about the strip of material compels him to. Hardly a day goes by without it on his person. It reminds him of his precious garden and the little gardening creature in it, but at the same time, it reminds him of his task. He can’t exactly say why, but that piece of fabric pushes him towards his goal.
              Even if it completely consumes him, there will be no stopping Marluxia until he reclaims what he’s lost.
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disneydreamlights · 4 years ago
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Seashells
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Summary: While cleaning her room, Xion finds a box of shells and decides to make something for her friends.
A/N: Written for @disorganizine. Writing for this zine was an absolutely incredible experience and I am so thankful to Alias for letting me in!
Xion set down the box she was carrying next to the closet and began digging through for items that could be deemed as "useless clutter," to be gotten rid of on Xemnas's orders. After a certain member (Demyx) had been found with his room covered with music books all over the floor, the boss had ordered that they all clean out anything they didn't need. Admittedly, she didn't have much in her room to get rid of since she'd only been around for a little over one hundred days, but it still meant at least cleaning out her closet of everything that Xemnas would probably demand get tossed out.
"Alright, let's get to work." She nodded to herself before going through her belongings. Her Organization robes were hung up neatly, with the pants hung up underneath the cloak and her boots in the corner. The single casual outfit she owned (Vexen had bought it for her before he left, she thought) was kept folded in the corner and out of the way on the off chance she needed to go undercover. She almost decided then that there was nothing that she needed to clean out at that moment, but stopped when she saw a small box on the top shelf. She summoned her Keyblade and used the blade portion to push the box forward, hooking the key onto the back to pull it towards her and off the shelf. The box slid easily, and as soon as it fell off the shelf she sent away her Keyblade to catch it.
Box in hand, she sat down on the bed and opened it up. When she saw its contents, a soft smile fell upon her face. Inside the box were shells of all different colors from her early missions, back when she'd been sent frequently to the beach. Admittedly, it hadn't been the best time of her life; she'd collected some of those for Roxas in hopes that he'd wake up to see them, but she'd kept some for herself as well simply because they were pretty. And now that Roxas was fine, she could appreciate them just as they were.
As she picked up one shell, a plain white one that looked as though it had a mouth and teeth, her head began pounding.
"S–! R–!" a small girl with red hair approached two boys, a smile wide on her face. It felt like static was blocking their names, and their faces felt hard to make out.
"K–! What's up?"
"I wanted to give you these." She gave the two boys bracelets made up of the same shell. One was painted a bright yellow, and the other a bright red. On her wrist, she had a pink one that matched.
"You made these!" One boy looked at his bracelet with awe. The second boy looked over his own with a small smile as well.
The girl nodded. "They're friendship bracelets! That way no matter what happens, you'll always have something of me with you."
There was a slight feeling of sadness at the statement, and despite not feeling anything more there was a feeling of fear as though being taken from her friends was something that had happened to the girl once before and that she was afraid of happening to her again.
Before any elaboration could be given, Xion was pulled from the memory of her time before the Organization abruptly, leaving her confused as she glanced down at the shell in her hand once more.
"A friendship bracelet…" She couldn't keep the shells in the box in her closet anymore, not if she didn't want Xemnas mad anyways, but if she could get a few more shells like these, then maybe she could make bracelets like those for her current friends too.
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It was about a month later, with the shells locked away in her drawers away from Xemnas's eye, that Xion finally managed to finish a mission early enough to go to the beach in her off time, so she took advantage of the opportunity almost as soon as it appeared. Her eyes skimmed the white sand for the ones from her memories. She could picture them in her head still, small and rounded, with a small opening that looked like teeth that would easily hold a string without allowing it to slide off.
She skimmed her hand over the sand, ignoring the feelings of familiarity as she searched, knowing that they belonged to a life she could no longer remember.
"You're looking for shells?" Xion turned around at the sound of a new voice, surprised to see a girl with dark red hair behind her. She almost summoned a corridor of darkness in panic, as they were never supposed to be noticed in the worlds they visited. The girl had evidently picked up on this, because she raised her hands in an attempt to show she had nothing on her to hurt Xion with. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to know." She smiled.
Deciding that, for now, she could at least answer the question, Xion nodded. "I am. I'm hoping to make bracelets for my best friends."
The girl nodded, and knelt down, her eyes skimming the area in front of her, much to Xion's confusion. "I used to do that all the time when I first got here," she said, her voice soft as though thinking of a good memory from her past. "I stopped a few months ago, when I lost my best friends."
Kind words full of reassurances almost escaped Xion's mouth, but there wasn't much more she could say. She didn't know the girl's best friends, even if she once had. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, I know they're out there somewhere." The girl picked up a shell, and passed it over to Xion, reminding her once more of the search she'd been intending. "And I'll be here waiting for them when they return."
Xion nodded, unsure of what to say, and returned to her initial search for shells as she grabbed a few more that she managed to find. She expected them to continue to search in silence when the girl spoke up again. "You're from another world, aren't you?"
"I am." She could have lied to her, but given the girl's pre-existing knowledge, perhaps it wouldn't matter if she mentioned the other worlds after all. "You've been to other worlds?"
"A couple," the girl said. "My friends are on other worlds too."
"If I see them, I'll let them know you're looking." Something deep in her told Xion that she wouldn't manage to find the girl's friends, but there was a part of her that felt a connection with the girl. A vague inkling that maybe, before she'd become a Nobody, she and the girl had been close. "Maybe I could have my friend's search too?"
The girl shook her head, a sad smile forming on her face. "Thank you. I have a feeling they're not ready to come home yet, but I'll see them again soon." She held out the shells she'd collected to Xion, who took them. "Do you know how to make the bracelets? I can help if you don't."
"I'd appreciate it." Xion smiled, the help appreciated given her memories had never supplied the steps to make them.
The girl grabbed her hand. "Let's go to my house then, my parents won't mind, and I can show you how and lend you paint!"
She spent the rest of the free time after her mission working on the bracelets and making a new friend.
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It was late when Xion had arrived back in the castle, late enough that even Saïx had turned in for the night. She hadn't intended to stay on the islands that late, but the girl (her name had been Kairi) kept her late and she hadn't been ready to leave. As it was, she was probably going to be in trouble for not turning in a mission report, but had she stayed any later she wouldn't have left until morning and that would have gotten her a worse punishment than the one she was already looking forward to.
As she started to walk the corridor to her room, she heard her name and turned around to face a very worried Roxas, followed by a concerned Axel. "We've been looking everywhere for you."
"You have?" Xion asked.
Axel rubbed a hand through his spiked hair, as though embarrassed. "Well not everywhere, but we were already worried when you didn't show up at the clocktower, and then when Saïx said you never rtced…"
They'd gone looking, which was probably why they were still up at this hour. Xion couldn't help but smile. Even if she'd felt bad for causing them to be so worried, it meant that she could give them the bracelets now instead of waiting for tomorrow. "I'm sorry, if I'd known I'd be on the beach this late, I would've found a way to let you know."
"You were at the beach?" Roxas tilted his head slightly, waiting for an answer as to why an impromptu beach trip was even taken, let alone one that would take hours.
She pulled out the two extra bracelets she'd made, one now a bright red and the other a light blue. "I had a memory of who I was before. I used to make bracelets like these for my friends then. Now that I remembered, I wanted to give them to you too."
Axel and Roxas both were caught off guard, though Axel recovered faster, giving Xion a big grin. "So you wanted to surprise us? Well, I'd say this is a pretty good surprise, right Roxas?"
Axel nudged Roxas with his elbow, pulling him from his thoughts. "Right." He nodded. "Did you make one for yourself too?"
She nodded, and lifted up her wrist to reveal the purple shell bracelet she'd made herself. "Of course. They're meant to connect us together, I couldn't just not make one for me."
"Axel and I could've made one for you, right?" Roxas asked.
At that comment, Axel laughed, though he disguised it as a cough. "I suppose we would've, it might have been made out of ice cream sticks instead of sea shells though, knowing Roxas."
"I could've gone to the beach and collected shells!"
At Roxas's protest, Xion held back a giggle. "Even if it was made out of ice cream sticks, I would've loved it anyways." And she would've. It would've been a gift from her friends and that would've been priceless.
She watched them share a grin, before Axel turned to face Xion once more. "Anyways, it's getting late, and after spending so much time searching. I'm beat." He started down the hallway, beginning the walk to his room. "I'll see you both tomorrow before our missions."
"Of course." Xion smiled. "And Roxas, Axel, I promise, next time I'm late, I'll let you both know, so you don't have to worry about me."
"We'll hold you to it."
As Axel and Roxas left down the hallway, Xion went to her own room, a smile on her face and a spring in her step.
Sure, she still had some paperwork to do, but she'd given her friends something to show her love for them, and their smiles made all the trouble that she'd be getting into the next day worth it.
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victorychords · 2 years ago
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new icon! from the Disorganizine (the zine came with “digital merch” like these emotes/icons). felt the winds of change a-blowing, lol
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disorganizine · 4 years ago
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