#saxor

[pandaimitator]

As with most things that don't make sense with the English language, I blame the French.

why is queue spelled that way. You only pronounce one letter

[god-of-death-sora]

Here's my Heket pre-injury! This is from a au called Cult of the Lamb: Mark of the Wolf. THIS design in particular is from Howl of the Lost which is in the of said au.

8ft

Straight

Black Hispanic

She's the daughter of a famous chef named Isa [EYE-Za]. He taught her how to cook. She was raised to be caring and loving to others, even if they don't deserve it. Its nice to be nice.

She was only 16 when she was subjected to bullying. The "prettier" amphibians talk about her body because the other boys talk to her because her dad is a famous chef. The boys never hit on her of course, they just want to know what its like. But the girls assume she was using her dad's fame to get boyfriends. Eventually, they do a prank that ended up going too far and her dad's life was taken in front of her. The other girls freaked out and instead of taking blame, they blame Heket for getting all the attention from the other boys. This pushes her over the edge and she snaps and transforms into het eldritch form to rampage onto the girls. Saxor stops her by telling her it isn't worth it, this isn't what her dad would've wanted. This breaks her, causing her to detransform and curl up into a ball and cry, mourning her father's death. Not wanting to live on as a monster in her father's name.

Now, she spends her time trying to look out for those who've been wronged by others, she won't allow anyone to fall into the pit she almost fell in..

[zwoelffarben]

Ya know, nanowrimo arguing that 'AI writing is okay because itsa just like using spellcheck' is especially funny (derogatory) to me specifically, who has gone to great lengths to turn spellcheque off in every program I can fuckin' manage, and been annoyed that some programs simply don't let me (guess who doesn't use those programs anymore if it can be avoided).

Yeah, lets say AI is like spellcheque. It's not, but I'll indulge the wrogn idea like a kindergartner playing pretend at recess wit a notorious play-pretend cheatee-head: I still not fidna use it and I ain't think other people should use it neither.

I think spellcheckers are bad and don't much care for 'em at all. I think our society's obsession wit spelling tings 'correctly' is silly (serious) and we should all go back to pre-dictionary way of doing things where approximate were good enough (I'm only just barely joking about that).

The convention of writers following their ear was better (in some ways) compared to the system of standardized spellings we have today: Ennui? Bah! Onwee. Are the cowardly knight's knobbly knees knacking? Better proknunce the k-fucking K.

It worked fine for them, it works fine for me. If I really need to spell a particular word correctly, I have a paper and ink dictionary and a search engine. Am I significantly romantisizing le past to make my point? Yes, the other way of doing tings was had it's own problems which I'm pointedly ignoring.

But, I still maintain that spellcheck is ceteris paribus bad and new writers should just, turn the fucking thing off. It encourages you to criticize your writing during the drafting stage and worry about what words you know how to spell instead of focusing on what words you know how to use. There were, before I turned it off, a gross number of times I used a less correct word for my writing because I couldn't figure how ta spell the correct one and I wanted the red squiggly line which made my brain itch to just k-fucking GO AWAY.

Wit spellcheque off, I can fuckin breith as I type and just focus on making my point instead of articulating it to merriam-webster (or any dictionary put toward the purpose)'s standard. Spellcheck is a horrid plague on writing, and it's saxors in comparison to the absolute 'rona of a sickness that the industrial plagaarism machine's protless hokum and coughing balderdash.

Fuck 'em both, but to be crystal fuckin' clear about it: k-fuck "AI" more.

[azhdakha]

i'd recommend not engaging with that saxor person. they are full zetnik even if they don't immediately look like one. also they showed some decent knowledge of russian once which probably means they are a diaspora zetnik

Oh dang, I have already assumed they're a troll. Then the idiocy makes sense. I've blocked them anyway, but thankyou.

[suzieyan]

¿Silenciando indentidad?

La música, es una expresión cultural, un rasgo de identidad ¡Claro que puede gustarnos determinado género o no! pero ¿tenemos derecho a "eliminar" lo que no nos gusta? ¿Dónde esta el respeto a la otredad? ¿no sería mas congruente no ir a donde no nos gusta?

¿creen que sería un punto de discusión silenciar las calles de florencia a sus sopranos? o visitar escocia quejarse de que las gaitas on insufribles... no, sé me suena por mucho absurdo ahora sumen que sean personas que visitan ese destino turístico al que en teoría la motivación de invertir recursos financieros, de tiempo, en ello es "conocer su cultura, su forma de vida, eso que le carácteriza o destaca para elegir el destino"

México es un país destacado por diversidad cultural a lo largo y ancho del territorio, la oferta es enooooooooorme, ecoturismo, museos, resintos culturales, ruinas, playas, spa, gastronomía y por supuesto música.

Mazatlan, es una referecnia de alergía, festividad, claro la música de banda que mas que solo un género es completamente un estilo de vida, una referencia de identidad... ¿Es estridente, con niveles de ruido muy altos? Sí! lo es ... ¿y? Hoteleros quejándose de que el ruido "ahuyenta a los turistas" ¿neta? Pensar siquiera en Prohibir, en colocar los letereros en la playa que no se puede contratar la música en la playa.

Privilegiar la comidad de los que vienen de fuera sobre la identidad de quienes viven ahí, pues no se pero no hace sentido, mas que una práctica de hospitalidad es abrir la puerta la "colonización" a permitir que se silencie no solo la música, sino el derecho de conservar la identidad. No tiene que gustarles a todos la música de banda, pero si tiene que haber RESPESTO a no arrebatar su playa, su forma de vida a quienes han construido ese entorno y lo han hecho crecer.

¡NO! que suene recio en armonía con clarinetes, trompetas, trombones de pistones, saxores, tuba, tarola, tambora. Tu comodidad no vale mas que mi cultura, es bienvenida tu visita si respetas respestas donde llegas. Dejemos de lado una vez mas el miedo a perder "la derrama económica" de los que viene de fuera. Mejor abracemos a los locales, apoyoemos y fortalezcamos el orgullo que nos define como país ¡Basta de subordinarnos a la colonización solo porque creemos que lo que viene de fuera tiene mas valia, mas vision!

Cuando amas quien eres, de donde vienes, tu identidad ... vendrá quien quiera conocerte desde el respeto ¡Aplica para turistas, parejas, amigos! ...

No voy a generalizar en éste texto, porque no quiero poner el foco en "los Greengos" quiero que el foco sea resltar el orgullo de la cultura que tenemos el enorme privilegio de tener en México.

se quejan de "xeonfobia" claro que es algo terrible y la violencia no beneficia a nadie, Peeeeeeeeeero el querer "modificar, acallar, blanquear, colonizar" es violencia, arrogancia soberbia ...

[portmanmusic]

Saxor niquelado tono Eb

Saxor Niquelado (ALTO HORN) tono Eb. Marca: Fanpro Tipo: Profesional Tono: EB Color: Plata Material: Niquel Accesorios: Kit de Mantenimiento Estuche y BoquillaSaxor Imagen Es Meramente Ilustrativa, El Producto Final Puede Variar. Saxor Alto ( Charcheta-Armonia) Profesional Terminado Laca Dorada Pabellón O Campana De 193 Mm Tubería Ml 12.4 Mm Afinacion Manual ( Bomba De Afinacion ) Laton Embolos…

[silverfox66]

And Saxor wins the prize for the dumbest take again 🥳

[simmervillessims]

Not quite as planned

Sometimes things do not go according to plans ;) Like when Duke and Duchess of Meadows were getting some photos taken. I’m not sure what happened - they probably were just quick enough to find their positions, so instead of posing as the couple they are, it looks like they are out hunting :)

For the record, this photo never hit their wall.

[destinkeys]

i wasn’t gonna join actor au originally but ! hm !

[ask-kingdomhearts-cast]

The Superior of the In-Between does not do any mistakes. Ever. 

[atomic-taco-muffin]

I Love You Chapter 6

Warnings: More flashbacks/angst (this broke my heart)

Sora walked to your room after he had his breakdown. He remembered getting you some of the stuff that he found. You were his little cupcake. But now, you were gone. And there was probably nothing he could do. He started to clean up your room and had little flashbacks of you. 

~~~~

You were just starting to walk. Sora was proud of you for trying. He placed you in the living room and sat across from you. 

“Okay, Cupcake. Try walking towards me. You can do it.” Sora held out his arms. You looked at him, slightly confused. You soon understood what he was trying to say and started to get up on your feet. You wobbled a bit and fell on your butt. But you were determined to walk. You got up again and took a couple steps forward before you fell again. This time, you started to cry. 

“Aww, Cupcake. It’s okay. Don’t cry.” He picked you up and began to calm you down. Once you calmed down, you squirmed wanting to get down. Sora put you down and you were walking, not falling down this time. Sora was so proud! You walked towards the couch and grabbed your teddy bear. 

~~~~

Sora remembered the look on your face when you started to cry. It broke his heart whenever he saw you cry. He opened your closet and saw you old baby mobile (the one he had to replace) and had another flashback. 

~~~~

It was your first night home from the hospital. You woke up in the middle of the night, like any baby does, and started to cry. Sora heard you from the baby monitor and came in to help you go back to sleep. He checked your diaper. Nope! Still good. He went to the kitchen to make your bottle. He gave you your bottle and you drank it. After you drank it, Sora burped you but you were still crying. 

“I wish you can talk so I can understand why you’re crying.” Sora whined. He took you to his room and laid down. You soon fell asleep. You just wanted to be with Sora. 

“Oh. You just wanted to spend the night with me. Okay, Cupcake. I got you.” You and Sora soon fell asleep for the rest of the night.

~~~~

Sora went to turn off all the lights in your room, including your fairy lights. But before he could turn off the fairy lights he heard your voice. 

DADDY! DON’T TURN OFF THE LIGHTS! I’M SCARED OF THE DARK!

Sora turned around but you weren’t there. He looked around your room but heard your voice again.

Daddy. I’m scared. 

“Cupcake? Where are you?” He looked around but couldn’t see you. 

Right here. In your heart.

Sora placed his hand over his heart. He let out a breathless laugh. You were okay. The next couple of days, he would hear and sometimes see you laughing and talking to him. One day, Sora went to the store to get some food. He saw you in the cart wanting your favorite sugar cereal. Normally he would say no, but considering your vulnerable state, he put in the cart and continued shopping. Later that night, he went to put you to bed when he had a flashback to your toddler bed.

~~~~

You were 3. Which meant that you got to sleep in an actual bed. Sora bought you a cute little princess bed. When you entered the room, you ran to the bed and jumped on it. He giggled and picked you up. 

“No more (Y/n)’s jumping on the bed!” You laughed as Sora bounced you around. He laid you on the bed and told you a bedtime story. You fell asleep halfway through the story. Sora smiled and gave you a good night kiss. 

~~~~

He put you to sleep but after an hour, you ran to Sora’s room to spend the night there. Sora was deep in sleep so he didn’t notice you. You snuggled close to him and went back to sleep. 

~~~~

The next day, Riku and Kairi were in Radiant Garden, trying to find you. It was super hard considering they have no idea what you look like. They soon found Xemnas with you. Roxas was right. It was weird seeing an Organization member with a child. Also you weren’t crying or screaming for help. 

“What if she’s actually his daughter? Or something else?” Kairi asked. 

“Maybe. But we can’t be sure. We should ask her.” Riku said. They waited for Xemnas to leave and that’s when they approached you. They saw that you were drawing you and Xemnas with some chalk. And also how you wrote your name and your age afterwards. 

“Hi. Are you here by yourself?” Kairi asked. 

“Yeah. But my daddy’s coming right back.” Riku looked at the drawing and saw your name. 

“Kairi, look.” he whispered. Kairi looked at the drawing and also saw your name. 

“Is that Sora’s little one?” she asked. 

“I think so.” Before they could ask you some more questions, you ran off to the fountain court. 

“Wait, come back!” Kairi said. But you were gone. Kairi was about to go looking for you but Riku stopped her. 

“If we go looking for her, then Organization members might come after us.” 

“Right. We should head back to Master Yen Sid.” 

“Agreed.” They headed back to Master Yen Sid to let them know the situation. 

~~~~

Back at the tower, Kairi and Riku delivered the news. Sora was glad that you were okay. But he wanted to go find you. Master Yen Sid that he wasn’t allowed to go because he hasn’t been able to wield his keyblade in so long. Mickey agreed, and so did everyone else. Sora looked down and started to cry again. You wanted to help him, but you knew that if you did, the others will think that Sora is going crazy. 

“I shall assign Roxas, Xion, Lea, and Isa to find (Y/N).” the master said. (i read that in his voice). Sora still looked down. Roxas came up to him and put his hand on Sora’s shoulder. Sora looked up.

“We’ll get her back. Don’t worry.”  Sora smiled slightly. Later that night, Sora was making dinner. You sat in the living room, hugging your knees to you chest. Sora came in, saying that dinner was ready and saw your sad face. 

“Cupcake? What’s wrong?” he asked. 

“I’m lost... I don’t know where I am. Or who I belong to..I’m scared.” You cried looking confused. 

“Oh Cupcake. Come here.” Sora wrapped you in a hug. He knew you weren’t actually there. But he could feel your touch. It got him thinking, was the Organization hurting you? And were you loved? Probably not. This was the Organization after all. He didn’t know this, but the Organization planted a piece of Xemnas’ ‘heart’ inside of you. 

~~~~

Back at the Castle That Never Was, You were playing in a very special room you were given that had all of your games, toys, and more. You were playing with some of your new dolls, when Xemnas told you that it was time to get ready for bed. You did as you were told and climbed into bed. Xemnas came in to read you your bedtime story. After the story, he tucked you in, gave you your good night kiss, and put on the music box. 

~~~~

The next day, Sora took you to secluded part of the beach where people wouldn’t think that he’s going crazy.  You were building a sand castle in Sora’s imagination while he was watching the view, praying that the Organization wasn’t hurting you. He then saw Yuki walking along the beach towards the secret place. Sora ran up to him and grabbed him by the arm.

“Where is my daughter?!” Sora yelled. Yuki said nothing. 

“Where is she? Please tell me.” Sora begged. 

“Why does it matter? You lied to her! So she wanted to leave. Don’t worry we’re taking good care of her.” Yuki said. He then threw one of your old teddy bears in front of Sora’s feet. Sora had enough of this. He’s going to rescue you by himself whether his friends like it or not. He was able to create a somewhat realistic version of an Organization coat and went undercover to find you. Thankfully, the other members didn’t notice him. He walked through the halls of the castle and found you in your special room. You looked up. 

“Hi. I’m (Y/N). What’s your name?” you asked. It broke his heart that you didn’t know who he was. 

“Uh, My name is Saxor.” he said. 

“That’s a cool name. Wanna play with me?”

“Sure. I’d love to.” The two of you played around together. He reminded you of Yuki a little bit, but better. You didn’t know why you liked him better. You just did. Pretty soon, it was time for him to go. He needed to get out of there before he got caught. You were sad that your playdate had to end but you knew that the Organization works a lot. You said okay and he left. When Sora got home, he started crying again. It was nice to know that they didn’t hurt you and that you were having fun with the toys you had. But he wanted his cupcake back. And he was going to get you back. One way or the other. 

[destinyislandwanderer]

One Little Spark (Lea/Axel/Roxas)

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff

Rating: Mature (adult themes)

Words: 1,587

Summary: Axel reminisces on Lea and Isa’s fraught relationship and meets Roxas for the first time.

—

“We could always kill him,” Saix suggested calmly as though murder were the most natural thing in the world.

“Do you think it’s really necessary?” Axel remarked, trying to adopt the same disinterested tone. It wasn’t easy. Axel was terrified by the ruthlessness of Saix’s new power game, but he was in too deep now to escape. He knew better than anyone that Saix was happy to destroy anyone who got in his way.

The sad part was, he used to like Saix once, back when he was still Isa and Axel was still Lea. In fact, there’d been no one he had cared about more.

Axel’s mind wandered back to a young Lea following Isa around like a shadow. It had taken a long time for him to notice he had a crush on his best friend, and Isa was the one who finally made him realize it.

They were near the Marketplace in Hollow Bastion, overlooking a darkening sky at twilight. The castle windows were just barely starting to glow with warm yellow light. In retrospect, it was quite romantic. At the time, Lea hadn’t noticed such things. He was young, and his world revolved around Isa.

“Lea, have you ever kissed anyone before?”

If he said the wrong thing, Isa would tease him mercilessly. What answer did he expect? He knew he was taking too long to respond, and he expected Isa would call him out on it soon. Even worse, he’d know if Lea was lying. “No!” he blurted, “Have you?” He feared the answer. If Isa said yes, Lea knew he wouldn’t live it down.

“No. Bet you’ve thought about it though.”

Lea nodded slightly, panicking again. “Mmm sure,” he mumbled, not daring to read Isa’s expression.

“I wonder if you’d be any good at it.”

Now Isa was baiting him, and his nervousness was replaced by frustration. “I’m sure I am! Probably better than you are!” It was comforting to return to their naturally adversarial rapport. They were better at fighting than anything else.

“Prove it.”

Lea laughed nervously. What did Isa want from him really? Did he want Lea to say how stupid that would be and walk away? Or did he really want Lea to kiss him? He hazarded a look into Isa’s eyes and recognized his expression. This was a real challenge. Isa was dead serious.

“Er, okay.”

“You’re nervous,” Isa derided him.

“No I’m not.”

“So do it then.”

Lea did, pressing his lips to Isa’s. It didn’t feel like much of anything, and he pulled away to judge Isa’s expression.

“I think you can do better,” Isa challenged.

“Fine,” Lea whispered, trying to take cues from the times he’d seen people kiss in the past. He’d try it slower, and he should probably touch Isa more, but where? They usually only touched when joking or fighting. Isa stared at him impatiently. He closed his eyes and leaned forward. This time he added more force. He managed to part Isa’s lips with his own, and he found he liked the feeling, and he wanted more of it. Lea didn’t have to think of how to touch Isa because his best friend’s arms were soon laced behind his neck, forcing him closer. As his body collided with Isa’s, he gasped slightly and broke the kiss, but Isa’s mouth was back on his in a moment. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Isa, and he felt lost and thoughtless, focused only on this glorious moment and every new sensation.

In the sea of bliss, he felt a sharp pain on his bottom lip and a bitter metallic taste. The surprise made him pull himself away. He put a finger to his mouth and discovered a drop of blood.

He looked at Isa, offended, and Isa laughed. “Got you! See you tomorrow,” he yelled as he disappeared down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Lea stayed there for hours, sitting on the ledge overlooking the castle, wondering if he’d done something wrong.

—-

They didn’t speak of it again.

Two weeks later, Isa asked out a girl three years his senior, and she rejected him. Isa had been furious, believing everyone should want him (a belief which Lea seconded with unquestioned devotion).

“I know you want to kiss me again,” Isa prompted. “Don’t you?”

The answer was yes, and Isa had him pinned against the wall of his bedroom, digging his nails into Lea’s neck in a way that made him feel wanted and wired even as it stung. And this time, there had been no bite at the end. Just a goodnight and goodbye and another night of restlessness and vague desire.

For months after, Lea tried to convince Isa to kiss him again by every means possible except asking. He knew Isa would tear him to pieces if he brought it up. He had to be sly and indirect, but it still never worked. Isa only resorted to him when he was desperate or lonely or wanted to prove a point.

As months turned to years, girlfriends came and went. Isa had sex for the first time, and Lea followed suit finding a girlfriend of his own. Isa often criticized Lea for his preference for men over women (though he honestly liked both), but still Isa taught Lea everything he knew about how to sleep with who he wanted when he wanted. His tactics always worked, but never on Isa - he always treated Lea like a second thought.

By the time they were in too deep with Xehanort, Lea realized he’d been supplanted by Isa’s new idol. All he talked about was Xehanort, and Axel got the feeling the two of them did more than just talk, judging by the little looks and moves of control Xehanort always pulled with him. And the worst part was that Isa seemed glad, happy to be out-mastered at his own game. Lea watched on helplessly, seeing his best friend of 18 years slip through his fingers.

The truth was, he hadn’t really wanted to join Organization XIII in the first place. He’d found Xehanort's ideas distasteful and his methods barbaric. But he always felt pulled, compelled by Isa’s sheer force of will and charisma until he forgot he had a choice in the matter. When Xehanort became Xemnas and demanded they become heartless too, Axel and Saix were born, and Lea’s fate became a mystery to Axel for a very long time.

Axel helped Saix become the pride of the Organization by doing all his dirty work without question. As a Nobody, he was unremorseful and obedient with none of Lea’s previous reservations about morality. He was heartless after all. And still, even though he couldn’t feel as keenly as Lea had about Isa, he was always compelled towards Saix by a force he couldn’t explain. Saix had power over Axel, and they both knew it.

Until one day…

“We have a new member,” Saix sneered, “Sora’s Nobody. He looks weak to me, and he’s definitely stupid. He can barely understand us. He doesn’t even seem to know who he is… but Xemnas insists, and what Xemnas wants…” Saix shrugged. “He needs a name. Can you come up with something?”

“I’d love to,” Axel lied. He was sick of always being assigned the most mundane tasks. He knew Saix did it just to annoy him and punish him for the times he’d acted out, which he was doing more by the day.

He sorted through the possibilities - Saxor, Arsox, Soxra… Roxas quickly became his favorite choice. It had a nice ring to it - Rox for short (if he was cool enough to warrant a nickname).

The fact that Saix didn’t like Roxas was already a point in his favor as far as Axel was concerned.

But he was not prepared, not at all, for the sweet, helpless, blonde, short ball of indescribable cuteness and light that walked through the door.

“Well, introduce yourself ” Saix commanded. “I’ve decided he’s your responsibility,” Saix smirked as though it were a punishment.

Axel tried to suppress the smile that threatened as Roxas looked into his eyes for the first time. He shouldn’t show Saix how happy this made him, but when he saw Roxas smile back, it was hopeless.

At the time, he’d had no idea how much the gleam in Roxas’s eyes and the smile on his face would come to mean to him. They held the promise of warmth and approval he would come to live and die for. He felt the first inklings of destiny vibrate through him. He was charmed, smitten, over the moon with joy.

“Don’t just stand there with that stupid look on your face, Axel!” Saix snapped.

Axel found the bite of Saix’s words no longer touched him, and he thought Saix must sense it because he added, “Remember, you’re responsible for this boy now, and if you fail I shall personally make sure you’re both punished for it, and -“

Axel didn’t hear the rest. He walked towards Roxas who eyed him curiously. He held out a hand, but Roxas didn’t take it.

“Do you… know what a handshake is? Here, just do what I’m doing.” Roxas tentatively extended his arm. When their hands touched, electricity flowed from Axel’s fingertips to his innermost being where all his hopes and dreams had been waiting for one little spark. Something awoke. A flower bloomed.

(If you liked this, please find me on AO3!)

[god-of-death-sora]

And some original Bishop and Witness designs! Saxor, Bishop of Destruction (right) and his Witness Philomena, Witness of Destruction (left)!

Shouts out to @philomenakessho for allowing me to use her character!

Saxor

Male

6ft

White Wolf

German

Saxor is the Bishop of Destruction, he has the ability to use an original element to my au called "Antimatter". It can erase anything it comes into contact with. He can solidify it and make a weapon just by looking at it's original counterpart. His crown is defective so he is only able to grow 2 inches from his original height. He becomes mentally unstable when he uses too much of his power or gets upset. Personality wise he's very nice to others. He cares deeply about his friends. He's childhood friends with Philomena and Shamura. He met the two when he was 14.

Philomena

Female

12ft 3in

Sheep (She was originally black before she bacame Saxor's witness)

German

Philomena is Saxor's witness. She met Saxor and Shamura when she was 15. At the time she wanted to learn how to bake many delicious treats in hopes to open a bakery once she had gotten older. During adulthood she was married to Saxor's sister Lucile until she had passed away, making Philomena a widow. Her abilities are similar to Saxor with using antimatter. Though she is more in control of herself than her bishop. She also cares deeply for her friends and will fight tooth and nail for them, especially Saxor~

[doublewields]

 o h  s**t here we go again .  press f in chat for local sk8er boi .

I.  ( spoiler warning for the whole series until now ! )

saxor --- i mean ,  roxas ,  is the nobody of sora kingdomhearts .  he was created when sora lost his heart for two secs in order to return kairi’s own heart .

but then sora came back to existence so roxas just ...  was .  like he’s just there . without memories ,  cause sora retained those ...  for now .

when roxas was BoRn ,  he was a very powerful nobody which basically means you’re gonna be in organization xiii now my friend .  his purpose in the organization was to use the keyblegh to collect hearts and bam we open kingdom hearts .

however roxas is smart boy ,  so he started getting suspicious about the organization the more he befriended axel and xion ,  who was a puppet and also the organization’s plan b in case roxas failed .  

long story short ,  at the end of 358/2 after being subdued by riku who just really wants him and xion to join with sora so sora can wake up ,  days roxas is kind of rebooted and thrown into the virtual twilight town ,  where he has an actual life  ( aka is not a nobody aka has hayner pence and olette as friends ) but surprise doesn’t remember anything about who he was during his almost a year with the organization .

during the final 7 days of the total 365 ,  roxas learns about sora and memories and who he is and how he should not exist .  v angy v sad v touching .  eventually he accepts to join with sora so that he can wake up and save everyone because guess what ,  sora needed roxas as roxas carried missing pieces of sora’s memory  ---  that he lost in castle oblivion  ( see chain of memories for this i just got i wanted this to be short and yet ) .

so yeah ,  he’s in the sora heart hotel now ,  and he stays there except for you know tiny little appearances that aren’t really real until kingdom hearts 3  ( spoiler alert )  where he senses lea/axel and xion in danger of being murked by xemnas and saïx and ,  through the existing replica body ready to be used + his connection to sora ,  comes back to defend his bffs .

also he double wields .  like yeah sora could double wield but roxas Actually double wields .  he double wielded so we could have rights ,  never forget it .  he is also very ruthless and violent in battle always attacking and wields light .  he has the braincell .

oh and he looks like ventus except his hair is a little darker .  thats bc ventus’s heart was inside sora when roxas was created ,  so roxas has ventus’s looks .

II.  ( food tw )

He wAS a sKaTer BoI She SaiD SeE U l8r Boi

ross moon ( hahah get it cause like ROSSXAS ok im leaving )  is the twin brother of ven moon aka haha ventus see they still look alike isnt that fun and older brother of shiloh aka xion !  happy happy !

he works at the ‘sno problem bc guess what ...  sea salt ice cream .  he literally works there bc it reminds him of his best friends .  thats the whole thing .  is he a good employee ?  not necessarily but he is trying his best .

he remembers everything .  like literally everything and honestly ,  he doesn’t hate life in ct .  it’s giving him the opportunity to be his very own person aside from his looks being the same as ven’s .  he has a name of his own ,  a personality of his own ,  his own job ,  his own hobbies ,  and no one can tell him otherwise because in this world ,  nobodies dont exist .  he isn’t just a part of sora anymore .

that being said ,  he wants to understand why this whole thing happened .  he also wants to find out why he isn’t able to summon his keyblades anymore ,  as it frustrates him  ( probs because of his time with the organization and how his worth like xion’s revolved around wielding the keyblade haha im sad oof ).

but also just because he wants to be able to protect people if it comes down to fighting, which you know he will.

he is also happy to have the opportunity to just ...  just be .  just exist and live his own life .

stan ross stan roxas

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No podía faltar una foto con mi amigo y compañero Jairo. #Saxor #Tambora #DiegoTrakaloso #BandaFuerzaHidrocalida (en Champions SPORT BAR)

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