I've seen this meme around for different fandoms, so some of you may have seen this(and answer it) before. I did one for Kingdom Hearts, and then I got a little curious and wondered how other Kingdom Hearts fans would answer these questions. I'm interesting in seeing it. Who knows? Maybe I'll treat this as a survey and post the results. Can't promise that, but I just might. :D 1. The first character I fell in love with: 2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 4. The character I love that everyone else hates: 5. The character I would shag anytime: 6. The character I’d want to be like: 7. The character I’d slap: 8. A pairing that I love: 9. A pairing that I despise: 10. Favorite character: additional questions: What are your five favorite things about your fandom? What are your five least favorite things about your fandom? Who are your five favorite characters? Who are your five least favorite characters? What are your five favorite pairings? What are your five least favorite pairings? Which character are you most like? What is your deep, dark fandom secret? My answers are Here in case anyone is curious.
Rating: PG Characters: Lexaeus/Zexion Notes/Warnings: Zexion doesn't know if his thoughts are desires to act or just thoughts. Zexion rested his chin against firmly entwined gloved fingers and kept his eyes on Lexaeus. He had memories of watching, and he remembered making certain not to be spotted. Now, he neither knew nor cared if the older, much bigger man spotted him. Zexion assumed that Lexaeus never knew and even if he did, he probably didn’t care. More than fine for the younger man because he knew that he’d keep staring and thinking of finding a way to just lean forward and act. When the two of them played with complex jigsaw puzzles, Zexion often found himself looking downward, avoiding Lexaeus’ gaze, only looking upward when the puzzle is complete. He’d picture himself moving forward, sealing his lips on the other man’s, but he never did act on it. Instead, he’d look away, shrinking backward. When Lexaeus looked at him, Zexion would just square his shoulders and continue with another puzzle or simply discuss whatever came to mind as if he imagined nothing. Zexion knew that all too well that the mind often played tricks on people. He remembered tales of people imagining themselves hurting someone or themselves while never acting on it. Just something that came to mind, they’d tell him. None of them understood why such things materialized because they had no intention of doing anything they pictured themselves doing. Zexion surmised that it came from having some sort of behavior compass, a constant reminder of what really wanted to be done and what was nothing more than the result of an idle mind tossing out miscellaneous data. The key was whether or not the afflicted person wanted to act on those thoughts. Which was part of the problem, Zexion believed as a sigh escaped from his lips. Keys had many different kinds of locks, many shapes, and many uses for different items. They can be copied, broken, bent, or misused. All it took was one key to open the wrong box and bring out disaster. He let his hands fall to his stomach and closed his eyes. He remembered others confiding in him about the overflow of excitement, joy, feelings of accomplishment, and how each one made them think of doing something they’d never actually do were they not so overwhelmed. An easily solvable puzzle. Just think rationally and without emotion, then through there, determine what you would do. “What’s wrong?†Zexion jerked his head up, and bit his lip at Lexaeus, who towered over him like a mountain. “What makes you think something is wrong?†“You seem troubled, that’s all,†Lexaeus replied. “It’s not like you, not even when you look at me.†Zexion sighed before standing up. “I’m at a loss.†He slowly approached his longtime friend, looking up into his eyes. “I think of kissing you, and I don’t know if it’s because my mind is playing tricks on me or if it’s something I really want to do. †Lexaeus raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. “I don’t know if it’s fantasy,†Zexion continued. “I don’t think it’s wrong, but I do nothing because even though you are my friend, I don’t know if it’s right.†“You have never been the sort to allow emotions to dictate your actions,†Lexaeus said. “Now? It’s much easier to control what feeling you have left. The difference between mere fantasy and acting on it is if it’s something you’d truly want to do without any imagining involved. You should know this.†Zexion nodded. “I do know this, but it’s you . . . I’ve dreamed of you. All that’s hindered me is uncertainty, thoughts without thinking what they mean. Were they mere illusions or were they actual desires impeded by my very own desire to create a bigger puzzle than necessary?†“Does it really matter?†Zexion shook his head. “No, but it’s never stopped me from creating thoughtforms.†“Act or don’t act. Sometimes, there is no other way.†“True.†Zexion threw his arms around Lexaeus’s shoulders. “I’m tired of only thinking.†Then, he simply did what he thought of doing for far too long. Lexaeus swept him off his feet while he answered with a forceful kiss of his own. Zexion didn’t know or care how much time passed between lips, tongues and intertwined breaths, but when he finally puld away, his boots echoed against the stone floor. He didn’t look away from Lexaeus. “Tell me, did you always want this?†Lexaeus grunted. “Yes, but unlike you, I can wait forever, and I don’t have to dream.â€
Notes/Warnings: This small idea came up after hearing the Snow Patrol song "Chasing Cars". This isn't a song fic. This is just based on the idea of the origins of the song: "You're just like a dog chasing a car. You'll never catch it, and even if you do, you wouldn't know what to do with it." It's also based on an uncommon Axel + Demyx theory. The Clock Tower overlooked everything in Twilight Town. Axel folded his arms, never taking his sharp green eyes off the distant, sun-painted water. Roxas stood next to him, eating yet another sea-salt popsicle Axel had given him. With the boy next to him, looking down from the high vantage point proved much easier than in previous years. Demyx often showed up, but not at the Clock Tower. Instead, he would sit on one of the balcony railings, the water dancing behind him while he played his sitar. He never looked up, but Axel always looked down. Today, Roxas did the same before looking up at Axel. “How come you’re not his friend?” Axel finally looked down, but not at Demyx nor at Roxas. His chest ached. “Because he never let me get near him. I tried to, but then I realized that I was like a dog chasing a car. I’d never catch it, and even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to do with it.” He finally looked at Roxas. “Maybe some time, we can chase cars around our heads.” “I don’t understand what you mean . . . ” Roxas trailed off while the sea salt ice cream decreased in size. Axel looked back at the ocean. “I’m like the Sun and he’s Water. Even on the horizon, they never touch. Water can only reflect, and the heat of the Sun can make some clouds, I guess. Like I said, he won’t let me near him.” Axel sighed. “You see, Demyx doesn’t like me very much, and I honestly don’t blame him.” Roxas shrugged. “I like you.” Those three simple words made Axel’s chest tighten. He ran a gloved hand over the boy’s blond hair. Roxas didn’t respond beyond glancing down at Demyx, but Axel didn’t mind so much. He wanted to say that he thought the same way, but found himself silent, almost hypnotized by the melodies strummed out of Demyx’s sitar. /Even if we could get him, we wouldn’t know what to do with him, right Roxas/? Axel edged closer to his best friend. /At least I know what to do with you/.
The third form of Marluxia is one of my favorite final battles EVER! I just loved it. In fact, I DLed the FB video, and took the screenshots I liked. From those, I made about five graphics, and have more planned. I have them all in this page! Enjoy!
