Painted With a Palette

THE WAY YOU REMEMBER ME—INTRODUCING OUR GUEST WRITER PALETTE

Hello, everyone! We’re honored to introduce @paintedwithapalette​ as a guest writer for The Way You Remember Me: a RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate Fanzine! You can find her socials at the following links:

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THE WAY YOU REMEMBER ME—INTRODUCING OUR GUEST ARTIST ENMOIRE

Hello, everyone! We’re honored to introduce @enmoire​ as a guest artist for The Way You Remember Me: a RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate Fanzine! You can find her socials at the following links:

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THE WAY YOU REMEMBER ME—INTRODUCING OUR GUEST WRITER RAPIS

Hello, everyone! We’re honored to introduce @rapis-razuri​ as a guest writer for The Way You Remember Me: a RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate Fanzine! You can find her socials at the following links:

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THE WAY YOU REMEMBER ME—INTRODUCING OUR GUEST ARTIST CLOVER

Hello, everyone! We’re honored to introduce @doodlinonpluto​ as a guest artist for The Way You Remember Me: a RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate Fanzine! You can find her socials at the following links:

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THE WAY YOU REMEMBER ME—INTRODUCING OUR GUEST WRITER PHOENIX

Hello, everyone! We’re honored to introduce @phoenix-downer​ as a guest writer for The Way You Remember Me: a RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate Fanzine! You can find her socials at the following links:

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THE WAY YOU REMEMBER ME—INTRODUCING OUR GUEST ARTIST CHIA

Hello, everyone! We’re honored to introduce @mocimori​ as a guest artist for The Way You Remember Me: a RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate Fanzine! You can find her socials at the following links:

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THE WAY YOU REMEMBER ME—INTRODUCING OUR GUEST WRITER PALETTE

Hello, everyone! We’re honored to introduce @paintedwithapalette​ as a guest writer for The Way You Remember Me: a RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate Fanzine! You can find her socials at the following links:

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🌈⭐️Presenting Guest Writer ⭐️🌈 Painted with a Palette You can find more of their stuff at @paintedwithapalette as well as on their ao3 and twitter.

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Yes, I’m doing this again. Things have been so, so crazy lately, and I’ve seen a lot of hate and generally awful stuff. I want everyone to feel at least a little loved and appreciated, so here goes nothing.  

If you see his post (you don’t need to be tagged by anyone) reblog it and tag (at the very least) five people, so they know how amazing they are! We need to SPREAD THE POSITIVITY! So tag every Tumblr you enjoy (it doesn’t metter if they’ve already been tagged) because we all need to give a little more appreciation for the little things and the special people.

Tagging (In no particular order): @fluffy-lee, @rosegiggles, @amazingmsme, @littlelovelyspiderling, @waitimcomingtoo, @ficsandgiggles, @notmeblahh, @dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss, @marvelgiggles, @fallinfortom, @halfblood-princess-505, @the-crazy-fanfictionist, @theamazingtomholland, @chloecreatesfictions, @cicicantblog, @marvelinsanity, @spidey-reids-2003, @soft-petey, @parkerpeter24

I’m very flattered…

No but seriously thank you, you’re both too kind hhh

Rules: post the last seven lines of your wip and tag seven others to do the same.

In this state of dream, reality merged with nightmares of what he once remembered, the only link left to a life lost behind him, and in his uneasy sleep rest was far from him.

Morning broke upon the barren landscape and the cold bite of night slipped into the past. The air laid still on the dirt and hung thickly between the ground and the sky. 

Vanitas awoke and stirred his weary bones, only to find the child sleeping on his legs, one arm carefully wrapped around the unverse. With grunts he shoved it off and pulled himself up, waking it in process. 

The child rubbed its eyes and sat up, its sleepy gaze wandering around the room. The flood sitting beside it began making noises and nuzzling the child’s elbow. 

Thanks for the tag! I really should get back to writing this lol it’s taking me so long.

Tagged by: @masterfuldoodler

Rules: post the last seven lines of your wip and tag seven others to do the same.

Xigbar opened his eye. He looked down at his hand for moment then stretched it outward. He flexed his fingers, waiting for the familiar tingle of a materializing weapon. The Gazing Eye was summoned in an instant, much to his pleasant surprise.

“Could you stop showing it off already?”

Xigbar glanced over at Aced, whose lips were turned down into a faint snarl. Xigbar grinned smugly at his former classmate.

“What’s the matter? Feeling a little jealous?”

“Tch.” Aced crossed his arms. “As if I would act so immaturely. I simply don’t appreciate that you’re flaunting the master’s weapon around like that. You should show some respect to his memory.”

Xigbar hummed, resting the blade on his shoulder. 

“Just admit it. You resent him for playing favorites.”

“Now see here, Luxu!” Aced snapped. “You have NO right to-”

“-Enough, Aced.”

Aced and Xigbar spun around to see Ira, Invi, and Gula stepping out of a corridor of light. Ira glared at Aced.

“We’re not here to argue. We are here to see what fate befell our world after the war.”

Ira gazed at the scenery beyond the small courtyard they were in. Thousands of brilliant white houses were stacked upon each other with windmills in every other corner of the town. Empty gondola lifts roamed freely across the suspended cables that were attached to the tops of buildings, controlled by an unseen electric (or magical) source. Above it all was a clock tower, reminiscent of the one the foretellers used to call home.

“It appears that much has changed during our absence.” Ira lowered his head.

“This world…is no longer ours.”

Thanks for tagging me! This is a little longer than seven lines, but who’s counting lol

(And woah that excerpt from your fic has my attention 👀You can really get a sense of the tension and conflict between the Foretellers and Xigbar just from that, and it leaves me wanting more!)

This excerpt is from a fic I’ve been working on and off on about an idea people were throwing around on Twitter. Sora possibly showed signs of being physically dead when he fought Yozora in Shibuya, and I haven’t been able to get the idea out of my head since. 

His skin, which was normally pretty tan from the sun, looked like someone had leached the color out of it. It was all weird and ashy now, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His hair was almost reddish instead of its usual light brown, his eyes were dull, and his lips were dried and cracked too. They’d also turned a disturbing shade of blue. 

He dropped his Keyblade. “What’s happening to me?” he asked of no one, and no one but his own voice echoing back answered him. 

Was this his punishment for abusing the Power of Waking? Was this the price he had to pay for bringing Kairi back to life? He didn’t regret his sacrifice, but he did regret how they were separated now.

He glanced at his hand, which before had held hers so tightly. Would he ever get to feel the warmth of her hand again, or was he doomed to an eternity of lonely wandering?

His eyes narrowed, and he summoned his Keyblade again to call more light. Sure enough, something was wrong with his hands, too. His skin was discolored, his nails were brittle, and his joints felt stiff.

He let his Keyblade disappear again. There was no denying it; his body had started going through what all bodies did after death. He just had the horrifyingly bad luck to be stuck in his while it happened. 

“How long is this gonna continue?” he wondered aloud as he paced back and forth. Like, would he stay in this state indefinitely? Or would his body’s slow decay continue till he was nothing but a rotting heap of flesh and bones, conscious the whole time as his body failed his heart and soul because this kind of thing was never meant to happen—

Our beautiful cover illustrated by @amyhayanora!