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#The Heartless
arotechno · 11 months
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when i was first conceptualizing the heartless as a closeted aro teen, there was something so visceral about the idea of having one's aromanticism marked by the absence of a heartbeat.
it speaks to a sense of not only dehumanization but also self-imposed isolation; because if people getting close to you is enough for them to find out what you Really Are, you're compelled to keep everyone at arm's length. you don't want anyone to come near you for fear that they'll be able to sense it, whatever this "thing" is that's wrong or broken or even evil inside of you. that they'll reject you or even fear you when they learn the truth.
this is what made the ethos of the heartless so radical to me then: the idea that no, you are not damaged goods, there is nothing evil inside you, and—most importantly—no, the average person cannot "tell." yes, you are different, and you will be unfairly judged. but that is a reflection of other people's values, and not your own worth.
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ultraericthered · 3 months
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Who are Maleficent's allies for the KH Divergence saga, and what is the story behind Pandemoniac Heartless Parade?
In my KH4, Maleficent has summoned all remnants of her old minions from Enchanted Dominion to assist her and the Heartless in their big magical science project with the relics of power from the ancient age and date from the Book of Prophecies (I'm not remotely kidding here, Maleficent goes full Arcane Hextech in this story!). In addition, she still has Pete and the Gullwings (Yuna, Rikku, and Paine) around, and Pete's called up the Beagle Boys to help too.
Y'know, these guys:
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After KH4, however, Maleficent has been rendered powerless and with only two flunkies to carry out her plans for her - Pete, and the newly introduced Mortimer Mouse, a Duke from Disney Town who always wanted the king's throne and a Keyblade but could never have either, so he turned traitor back in the Disney Town/Castle segment of KH4. From the powers of darkness, Mortimer forged a faux-Keyblade that can slay Demi-Deterged and freeze hearts in place, but cannot actually unlock anything or set any hearts free. The duo of Pete and Mortimer would be set up in The Missing Links, but they don't get particularly active as a menace to the worlds until KH5.
Pandemoniac Heartless Parade? Oh, that is a fun one. The idea for that spinoff would be that it's a reality where Maleficent won in KH4 rather than get defeated and depowered. Her plan to submerge the existing World in darkness while she rules and dictates the course for the newly recreated "Ye Olde World" succeeded, so now she schemes to gain access to the real Kingdom Hearts via the false one that was a built-in thing for this Olde World. Said Olde World now sits atop the ruins of the previous World (like Piltover and Zaun, more Arcane shit there!) and rather than be split into different "worlds", it splits off into different "sectors", each ruled over by a Disney Villain who command their own forces. Within this setup, you create an OC to serve Maleficent and work alongside Pete and Mortimer (and other allies like the Gullwings and the Beagle Boys) in keeping things in check. The "story" comes as an Excuse Plot to intermingle with the Disney Villains and various enemies: all this World's Heartless, out of nowhere, start turning on each other and creating feuds between different classes of enemy and different villains who command them. Like there's OG Darkling Heartless VS Emblem Heartless, Colorful Heartless VS Dark Heartless, Humanoid Heartless VS Beastial Heartless, Organic Heartless VS Manufactured Thing Heartless, Heartless VS Unversed VS Nobodies VS Nightmares VS Demi-Deterged, etc. Obviously this creates a panic from Pete and Mortimer as they fear Maleficent's authority will be undermined this way, and SPOILERS: it turns out that's the whole idea, as Hades is behind all this and has been out to usurp Maleficent's rule from the start, and he's conspired with newcomer villain Cruella De VIl to put this scheme in motion. It's on your character to unravel the conspiracy and stop it so that...Maleficent can stay in power and ultimately unlock the way to Kingdom Hearts. You are playing as a baddie!
The villains that'd be featured aside from Maleficent and co.:
Madame Mim (villainous counterpart to Merlin) Cruella De Vil Hades, Pain & Panic, and the Titans Ursula, Flotsam & Jetsam Oogie Boogie, Lock, Shock, & Barrel Captain Hook & Mr. Smee Jafar Shan Yu Scar & the Hyenas Gaston & LeFou Dr. Hamsterveil, Jumba Jookiba, Captain Gantu & Reuben John Worhington Foulfellow & Gideon Dr. Facilier Mother Gothel Prince Hans of the Southern Isles Prince John, Sir Hiss, and the Sheriff of Nottingham Yzma & Kronk King Candy/Turbo and Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz
'Twould be so much fun, I so wish it was real!
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roseartsandfics · 11 months
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The Heartless Dummy (Kingdom Hearts Comic)
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Not my greatest idea, but my lack of creativity is down in my brain.
Anyways, here is a short comic of Sora encountering the Heartless Dummy, until it broke apart, with Sora…. Possibly not amused to it.
This was done last night, and will continue to play more Kingdom Hearts later on ^^
Sora, The Heartless and Kingdom Hearts ©Tetsuya Nomura, Disney, SQUARE ENIX and Squaresoft
Artwork ©SuperShadowSilver
No copyright infringement is intended
Used: mechanical pencil, Crayola silly scented colored pencils, Cra-Z-Art colored pencils and 48 pack colored pencils
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prideprejudce · 11 months
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this is probably the best take I’ve heard so far on the debate of people being told that they aren’t having enough ‘compassion’ for billionaires making bad decisions and paying the obvious consequences for it
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notherpuppet · 3 months
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Husk and Alastor have a battle of wits, drinking, and jazz. AKA how I think Husk found out about Al’s situation.
Music: JK Sax’s cover of Tones and I “Dance Monkey”
I’m not a talented enough musician so I couldn’t make the music that was in my head lol but dance monkey fits pretty well.
Alastor: Husker, is that all you got? Hahaha, take another shot!
Husk: You ain’t on a sadist’s leash, you can’t know-it-all. Can’t know what I been through, if you ain’t at a beck and call!
Alastor: Ha! I win this spat with ease, looks like you’ve hit the wall. Cuz Jokes on you, I know that too, I know it all!
Husk: You…what?
Al: Perhaps, I’ve had too much to drink this time. Do yourself a favor, banish this night from your mind.
Husk: U-understood.
Al: Hm, good.
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dolly-strawberry-va · 7 months
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I JUST wanted to show you guys...this...I voiced this character, (the English version of) Harry Potter Genderbend AKA Girl with Glasses! 🫶🏻 💖
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loveless-arobee · 4 months
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It's always "aros can still date!" "aros can still be in (any type of non-romantic or romantic) relationships!" "aros aren't heartless!" "aros can still love in different ways!"
Well, sure, you do you.
But not all of us. A lot of us are *completely* non-partnering. There's loveless aros. Aplatonic aros. Hell, even heartless is a label some aros use!
We don’t need to do anything to "replace" the romantic relationships we don’t have. People can be completely happy alone! Without a partner! (Shocking, I know!)
I'm just a bit tired of all the amatonormativity I still see under some of the trending aro-positivity posts...
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breebird33 · 3 months
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to all my fellow heartless who lack romantic notions... happy valentines 🫀✨
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pakchoys · 8 months
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there's going to be a doctor who renaissance someday soon and when you finally give 12 a chance you will come crawling to my door and say i was right all along. that weird old man does fuck so hard after all
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aromanticunt · 9 months
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“Love makes you human” actually what makes me human is a large amulet that I hid hundreds of years ago that’s slowly feeding me power so my mortal body can live on forever, but you do you I guess
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montereybayaquarium · 9 months
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People who get excited about sunrises,
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sunsets...
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the moon...
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a sky full of stars...
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and deep connections...
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are our kind of people. ✨ 💙 🌊
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arotechno · 7 months
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O. basilicum, part xii
And so, spring came at last to Verdigris. The frost melted, the trees bloomed, and the town traded its pallor for the lush green of new growth. The dreary cold went away, and with it went Ace, off to dig himself another grave—because what was the harm, really, in taking another shot at cheating death?
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I do.”
Basil kicked at the dirt with his good leg, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his trousers. Ace poked reverently at a newly sprouted bean plant.
“It’s just… What if you’re not ready?”
With a sigh, Ace straightened up from the garden bed.
“I’m ready, Basil. All healed up. I’ve got folks waiting up for me, and I don’t want to keep them worrying any longer than I already have.”
Please don’t go, Basil thought, I can’t lose you again. They’d kill you if they knew.
But Basil didn’t say any of that. What he said instead was:
“I know, just… Be careful, alright?”
In response, Ace smiled, like he knew what Basil meant anyway. He often did.
“I’ll do my best.”
They lapsed into silence again in the garden. The morning sun finally breached the treeline, dappling the hillside in shades of white and gold. Basil breathed deep and wrapped himself in the quiet moment, committing it to memory in case there was never another one like it.
Just in case.
* * *
What Basil was not expecting in the slightest was to open the front door a mere week or so later to find Ace shuddering on Frida’s doorstep, haggard and dirty, an old bow on his back, with a young girl of about twelve or thirteen at his side.
“Hey,” Ace said.
“Hey yourself.” Basil looked between them. “You know, when I said you’d be back, I didn’t mean right away.”
His attempt at levity went unappreciated. Ace looked at him, pained. Something had gone deeply, horribly wrong.
“Come in, both of you,” Basil insisted, opening the door wide. “Frida!”
Frida came hurrying into the hall from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “Basil, dear, who’s at the—oh, gods above.”
“Hi, Frida,” Ace said. “This is Petra. She’s my friend—”
“Honorary sister,” the girl, Petra, interjected. Ace rolled his eyes, as if it were a private joke.
“Fine, sure, whatever.” Ace shuffled uncomfortably where he stood, while Frida just gaped at him. “She… we don’t have anywhere to go, anymore. Do you think you could—“
“Basil, keep an eye on that soup for me, will you? Come on, dear,” Frida said, guiding Petra by the shoulder toward the clinic. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Ace has told me so much about you.”
Petra went without argument, though she did look over her shoulder at Basil and Ace, eyeing the pair of them with a strange expression. Ace followed Basil silently into the kitchen and dropped into one of the chairs at the table. The air was fragrant with herbs and spices cooking in the large pot on the stove. Basil stirred it carefully with a wooden spoon, just for something to do.
He didn’t ask for an explanation. He wasn’t sure he needed one. It was clear the worst had happened, after all—the other shoe had finally dropped, and Ace was once again lucky to have escaped with his life.
“I should have gone back sooner,” Ace said hoarsely. “I could have—“
“There’s nothing you could have done.”
“They killed him. Bertrand’s dead, Basil. There wasn’t even a body left behind, just nothing but ash. If I’d been there, I could have surrendered—“
“They wouldn’t have spared him, Ace. You know they wouldn’t.”
Basil doled out a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Ace, who didn’t so much as reach for his spoon despite how hungry the journey must have made him. He sat motionless while Basil scooped out another helping and sat across from him, eyes searching. He, too, didn’t eat a single bite.
“Petra used to remind me of you,” Ace finally said, eyes crinkling with the admittance. “Optimistic. Headstrong. Not afraid of anything.”
“And now?”
“Now? Now all I see is my own grief. It was supposed to be different for her, Basil.” Ace frowned into his untouched soup, voice going soft. “I did this to her.”
In the silence that followed, Basil thought back to that first day, screaming himself hoarse in half-dead terror. He remembered the guilt, the sorrow, the many days spent unable to walk. Basil thought even further back, years before, to those peaceful days they’d spent together as children. That version of Basil had been long gone for quite some time now, and he wasn’t ever coming back. Optimism was a hard-earned burden he stubbornly carried, not a prize to be bartered for.
Before Basil could say anything of the sort, however, Petra came slinking back into the room with Frida on her heels, looking quite a bit less worse for wear than when they’d arrived. Her face was clean and her short-cropped hair smoothed out, with bandages plastered over the cuts that rogue branches and brambles had left on her skin. She peered at Ace knowingly, solemnly, as she sunk into the chair beside him, eyes roving over his sullen expression. Basil felt a kinship at that.
For his part, Ace was still hunched over his bowl, face and hands smeared with dirt and grime. He still needed to get cleaned up, once they got this situation sorted out. Basil would probably have to force him.
“You boys need to eat,” Frida chided softly, pouring soup for herself and Petra, who muttered a quiet thanks.
“I need to ask,” Basil said quietly. “Did anyone else make it?”
“I got mostly everyone out before the royal guard came,” Petra said. “But some folks didn’t want to leave. Bertrand…”
“Stubborn old man,” Ace muttered with subdued fondness.
“They got out,” Frida repeated. “I don’t know what you mean, dear. Where are they now?”
Petra looked up from her soup, eyes hard and pained, and said, “I don’t know.”
In that moment, Basil’s blood ran hot, and he thought he finally understood, after all these years, what it was that had kept Hank going, day after day. How long did this have to go on? How could anyone let this go on? But what could Basil do?
Ace had stumbled into something far greater than either of them, something on the level of kings. And what had that gotten him? Another abandoned home, more missing friends, another dead guardian? There were no heroes and villains, no monsters come alive from fairy tales. There were only two kinds of people: those with power, and those without. It was a simple answer, but then again, those were always the hardest to accept.
That night, long after the soup had gone cold and Petra had been set up with a cot in Frida’s bedroom, Basil kept Ace company on the front step, both of them too tired to sleep. The sky was clear, and full of stars, but no matter how much Basil tried, he couldn’t discern any meaningful pattern among them. After all these years, that was it—he was all out of answers.
“So,” he said. “What are you going to do now?”
Ace picked at a loose thread on his pant leg and shrugged.
“I can’t leave Petra behind like that again. She was all alone, waiting for me for months. She deserves a better life than that.”
“Then stay,” Basil said. “Stay for now, stay forever, I don’t mind. You know I’ll always be here.”
Ace chuckled. “I don’t know if she’ll be able to stay put like that for long.”
“Are you sure we’re talking about Petra?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ace said with a glare, though there wasn’t any heat behind it.
Basil leaned back on his palms, searching the sky.
“You should rest,” he said. “Live the best life you can, for yourselves. It’s simple, but it’s enough.”
Ace nodded, though his expression told Basil he wasn’t convinced.
“I’m going to sleep.” He pushed to his feet and made his way back inside. “Goodnight, Basil.”
“Goodnight.”
The screen door slammed shut, leaving Basil alone in the quiet night. He pulled his knife from his belt loop and turned it over in his palm. Moonlight glinted off the blade.
Basil kept his silent vigil well into the night, until the entire hillside fell quiet and even the crickets went to sleep. He kept one hand on the hilt of his blade all the while.
Just in case.
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abd-illustrates · 2 months
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💛 The Boi 💛
Hello, hope y'all are doing well! (^^)/ Wanted to make a quick post to let y'all know that my annual January curse has breeched containment and I'm currently in the middle of organizing sudden household repairs and unexpected medical appointments and miscellaneous stress sgdfgh-- 🫠 All that to say: no new video this week while I'm stuck grappling with all of the above sgdfksfd -- but here's a doodle of Heartless in the meantime! I wanna figure out a more solid design for his ghouls 🤔👻
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amelyssan · 3 months
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localapparently · 6 months
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happy pocky day
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torpublishinggroup · 7 months
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Murderbot is MurderBACK in the next installment of Martha Wells’s NYT bestselling Murderbot Diaries series System Collapse 🤖🚀
WHAT’S IT ABOUT
Following the events of Network Effect, our favorite lethally cybernetic television fiend has done the previously unthinkable: agreed to accompany the sentient spaceship Perihelion (dubbed ART by Murderbot, short for Asshole Research Transport) and crew on its next mission. 
Unfortunately, they’re not going to get too far. 
Having failed to harvest dangerous artifacts from their target planet by way of Murderbot misadventure, the Barish-Estranza corporation is much angered and determined to recoup their considerable losses. And when you’re a lethally opportunistic space corp, blood and muscle are valuable currency. 
Murderbot, ART’s crew, and the Preservation humans have planetside work to do as Barish-Estranza seeks to claim the planet’s beleaguered colony as a conscripted workforce. 
But for Murderbot, the challenge is as internal as it is external. Something is deeply, deeply wrong with it. Normal operational parameters are unmet, but with the corp’s SecUnit-heavy persuasion teams en route, Murderbot needs to resolve its issues, and fast!
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