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the red-eyed specter
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another wip i don't think i'll ever finish
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Pandora Hearts animate final limited edition omake book!
The whole thing, best quality I can provide and always accessible in here
#jun mochizuki#official art#pandora hearts#omake#pandora hearts omake#oz vessalius#gilbert nightray#vincent nightray#alice#oswald baskerville#lacie baskerville#jack vessalius#reim lunettes#rufus barma#sharon rainsworth#xerxes break#kevin regnard#echo baskerville#levi baskerville#elliot nightray#leo baskerville
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Well, technically it is already Christmas here so: this is my entry for this year's Pandora Hearts Secret Santa.
I am your Secret Santa @majachee ! I wish you a nice holiday and I a really good year.
Of course, as all the years, thanks to @phmonth @i-prefer-the-term-antihero for making this event all the years 🛐🛐🛐 . Have a wonderful time~~~
#pandora hearts#ph#break xerxes#kevin regnard#pastel pink#barbie movie#secret santa#ss 2023#drawings#my drawing
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If Everything Breaks
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Summary: Break doesn't like to dance…but maybe just this once || A tale of Break as he grows accustomed to his life with the Rainsworths.
My fic for the Chained Pandora Hearts Zine! Written to go alongside @paraffinegg’s art!!
For a while I’ve had some headcanons on how Break picked his new name, and I thought, what better time to write about it than my zine fic!
When Kevin opened his eyes, the light was too bright. No…not eye-s. Just the one. The other’s empty socket throbbed like mad.
As said eye adjusted, vague shapes became clearer: the bed he was on, the tables and chairs around him—(too lavish a room for him)—and finally a person.
“My name...is Alice.”
He shot up, knocking his head against the headboard.
She laughed...an oddly bright sound.
Framed in sunlight, a woman was smiling at him.
“Where am I?” he demanded, voice hoarse.
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s rude to address a duchess’ daughter so informally, you know.”
His eye widened. This unassuming lady was a duchess’ daughter?
“I am Shelly Rainsworth. ...You showed up at our door covered in blood. ...Quite an entrance, I must say.”
The Rainsworths? He searched his brain but couldn’t find record of the name.
“And you are?”
No one had asked his name in a long time. And if he had told them, well…he would’ve had to kill them.
No one had asked his name in a long time. And if he had told them, well…he would’ve had to kill them.
“You killed so many people! What a fool you were!”
Best not pronounce his identity just yet. For her sake.
“You don’t want to tell me.” There was no question, nor distrust there. “That’s fine. But I need something to call you.”
Her smile was not wicked, nor pitying.
It had been a long time since anyone treated him like more than a monster to be feared, or a toy to plucked and prodded—his important parts ripped out; broken like all the promises of a better world—
“...keep breaking just like that…
If all the people break, and the world breaks…
and everyone and everything goes mad…
Then I can be normal...right?”
He looked away, reaching for his left eye, finding bandages and blossoming pain where sight was supposed to be. He grimaced before answering softly:
“Break. Just…Break.”
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A world bathed in golden light, music coiling in the atmosphere. With its cues feet glided, hands entwined, and dresses fluttered just above the ground like broken butterflies’ wings.
A cacophony of meaningless noise.
It’s all mad.
Kevin stood by the stairs as if painted there.
It wasn’t that he disliked balls…okay, no, he did; balls, banquets…gatherings of any kind, really. But, this was the Rainsworth’s party, so attendance was mandatory.
Too bright lights, too loud music, gossip picking at his skull, and, well…people. It all blended together to create a painful buzzing in his head.
The crippled butterflies flew in the other direction around their cage.
“Come on, Cheshire, let’s dance!”
The dancing was the worst part. All those moves to remember, so much to get wrong...and for what? A good show? He had no talent for it, but hopping around, without stepping on anyone's toes—a trained monkey to someone else’s tune, and an uncompromising paradigm—held no appeal for him anyways.
Count the seconds. How many left?—
What do I have left to lose?
“Be it my arms, my legs…I grant you whatever your heart desires!
So please…change the past for me!”
Count the steps. Trace the sequence.
So many wasted moments in pursuits of stillborn dreams, the pattern already predetermined.
“It’s that man.” The hiss came from the side of the room.
He knew who they were talking about; whispers were his loyal familiar.
Kevin wasn’t looking, but he could feel her eyes burning holes in him, like she was trying to snuff out a cigarette.
“The one the Rainsworths took in.”
A second burning hole. His thoughts would surely catch fire.
He shut his eye, his knuckles white on the staircase railing.
“Have you seen his eyes?”
He silently refuted her statement: Nope. Just the one, Dear. The other was stolen away. Apparently they’re a precious commodity to little lunatics in the center of the universe.
“I know right? Red.”
Fingers shoved into his eye socket, pain boring through the hole left…
Screaming rending the air—was it his voice? His throat was burning—
“Fu-fu It’s beautiful.”
“They make him so creepy!”
“I still don’t understand why they took him in.”
“Don’t they know how to take out the trash?” Laughter like venom.
He leaned back, putting his hand on his forehead, trying not to let it travel to his socket.
The words wove around his inner works, pulling taut. He tried not to think of death—(theirs, or his own)—as an excuse, or escape. But too often his mind drifted to a darkened room full of coffins, and a little girl begging him to stay.
Was it his fault, then? Was all of this…inevitable?
“Break!”
The word was a crack in reality. Another, better world, reaching out to him.
If there is such a thing.
He looked up, as if at the bottom of a mineshaft, to see Shelly on the staircase above him.
The thing about being in a high position is one gains the luxury of indifference; those in power rarely care for those below them. They can afford not to.
She caught his eye and motioned for him to come up to her.
...The Rainsworths were different.
“Come quickly, there’s a man covered in blood!”
Dare he? Surely he must stay against the wall, he was plastered there after all.
This room shone gold. Yet the Rainsworths were brighter; they were a kind of light those in the room knew nothing of. So bright were they that those in the dark dare not touch them, for fear of being shown in the sun for what they really were.
She put her hands on her hips.
...He dare not disobey.
And what was becoming of him? He didn’t feel brighter since meeting them. What if it was the other way around? With each step closer he swore he could hear the pieces of his shattered heart jangling in his chest, and wondered if instead he’d leave them all bleeding on those sharp edges.
A blur went by, closely followed with—
“Dance with me, Reim!” Little Sharon came pelting after.
Reim hid behind Sheryl’s chair on the floor below, and Rufus proceeded to scold them.
Laughter like sunshine breaking after rain.
He looked at Shelly, who raised an eyebrow.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in perhaps…ever.”
He was smiling? Better wipe it off.
“So…something tells me you don’t feel like dancing.”
“I never cared for it, Shelly-sama.”
“Let’s see, you don’t care for;”—She counted on her fingers—“people talking to you, people looking at you, people…aaand dancing now.”
He rolled his eye. “I mean it. I really can’t.”
“What do you say to a lesson?” She held out her hand.
He stumbled back.
Was this some punishment? He tried to think of anything he’d done to deserve this.
“It would disgrace a lady such as yourself to be seen dancing with a servant.”
“We could use a good scandal.”
“I—” he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d step on your toes.” He was running out of excuses.
“I don’t doubt it.”
What wasn’t she getting about this?
Shelly bounced her hand persistently.
No. He couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Wouldn’t. Dare touch her. Surely he’d infect her. Why was she bothering with him? Pestering him, like she always did. Like everyone always did. Treating him like a lost puppy, when they should just leave him in the rain to die.
The request was soft: “Please dance with me, Xerxes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “…What did you call me?”
He never spoke of his past, but he knew those whispers, ever at his heel, were indication enough of something dark in his ill-conceived adulthood.
“Well, I figured if you’re keeping a fake name, you’ll need a second. Or, in this case a first—Break sounds better as a surname, don’t you think? And I thought Xerxes was rather fitting.”
“How?” He snorted. “Isn’t it a name for ancient kings and heroes? I fail to see how I fit that.”
How could a knight wear the name of a king? How could a villain bear the name of a hero?
“That’s why I picked it.”
He backed up, his eye widening.
He didn’t understand what she was, or why she ever spoke to him. All that light was sickening...yet…
This woman saw him, not as a monster, or a toy…but as some sort of hero. How was that possible?
The name didn’t fit right. But she smiled at him, and though the light was sickening... it was oddly warm.
“Break might not like to dance, but tonight we are not Break and Shelly. I am the Queen of Hearts, and you are my Mad Hatter.”
“...Who said I was mad?”
She grinned.
“You must be, or you wouldn’t have come here.”
He could choose to turn away, leave this place, believe the whispers snaking through him. Reject the name, her kindness, her light.
He sighed, averted his eye—
Just this one.
And took her hand.
#Xerxes break#pandora hearts#break pandora hearts#kevin regnard#kevin legnard#pandora hearts break#pandora hearts fic#pandora hearts shelly#shellly rainsworth#shelly pandora hearts#sheryl rainsworth#sharon rainsworth#reim lunettes
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Happy birthday to the silliest bbgurl <3
#guess who finally got over artblock :D#i still feel like crybng everytime i open ibis#but oh well#i was actually planning to colour the crossdressing art#but cleaning it made me feel like tearing out my hair(not much to tear out but still)#so I settled with this#i'll post the other one if i ever get around to completing it#i'm still kinda figuring out how to colour clothing folds#but i'm pretty happy with how the hair turned out ;)#xerxes break#kevin regnard#pandora hearts#pandora hearts manga#ph#my colouring#🍀#manga coloring#jun mochizuki#ph manga#emily pandora hearts
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30/09
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
XERXES BREAK
KEVIN REGNARD
MAD HATTER
😍❤
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Xerxes Break icons
Below you'll find 100 icons of Xerxes Break from the Pandora Hearts manga. No credit is necessary.
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here’s the prompts for the rainsworth trio ‘s week!!
I decided to fuse some prompts together (because i’m lazy ; w ; )
as a result, we have a total of three AU !! one with “ ムラサキの森 “ (vocaloid song by KAITO and Miku), an other with the Mad hatter’s party (feat; Golden trio and Vincent) and a Yo-KAI Watch Au (don’t blame for not being able to imitate the anime/game arstyle pls)
@phmonth2022
@i-prefer-the-term-antihero
#ムラサキの森#phmonth22#Pandora Hearts#pandora hearts month#phmonth#ph month#Ph#Rainsworth Trio#Sharon Rainsworth#Xerxes Break#kevin regnard#Reim Lunettes#yokai watch#Alice In Wonderland#alice baskerville#mad hatter#march hare#Gilbert Nightray#gilbert baskerville#Oz Vessalius#Vincent Nightray#vincent baskerville#jun mochizuki#level 5
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the white knight
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Muse BIO: Kevin Regnard
BIO can be found here. A Knight for the Sinclair House, a child of ill omen, and a great swordsman.
#{ Kevin Regnard: Misfortune Knight Canon-ish Verse }#{ Kevin Sinclair: The Elderly Duke AU }#{ Kevin Regnard: Cursed Child Verse }#{ Kendra Regnard: Genderbent Verse }#{ Kevin Regnard: The Phantom of the Theatre AU }#{ Kevin Sinclair: Zombieland Verse }
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Title: Somewhere Down the Line
Rating: NR
Director: Julien Regnard
Cast: Nora Twomey, Michael McGrath, Niamh Moroney, Kevin Mooney
Release year: 2014
Genres: adventure
Blurb: A man’s life, loves, and losses are shown though the exchanges he has with the passengers in his car.
#somewhere down the line#nr#julien regnard#nora twomey#michael mcgrath#niamh moroney#kevin mooney#2014#adventure
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Sketchy Break with Emily (again)
Hi there. You said I should make Break, so I made him. This edit comes from a photo of a event in Paris in 2015.
#pandora hearts#ph#xerxes break#emily#kevin regnard#never forget his name is Kevin#edits#my edit#next weekend i will make Barma's edit#with no poll
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THE ABSENCE AND PRESENCE OF FAMILY
this topic has been on my mind for a while, just because i like thinking about the themes and their implications in pandora hearts.
i didn't have a clear narrative in mind for this post and it honestly ended in my rambling emotionally a little, but i wanted to talk about kevin regnard, the place kevin and break have in the story, and how it makes sense that we barely know anything about their biological family when break was still kevin regnard. lots of talking about family, and what it means to xerxes break within the "story".
so! break doesn't have a biological family in the manga. he never mentions them. even the sinclair household barely gets mentioned in depth. a couple of important details here:
break only ever mentions the "sinclair household" and his "master". we know that small lady sinclair survived, the youngest of multiple daughters, but we don't know her name. break never actually mentions any names. the only image we ever see of the sinclairs counts seven people, including small lady sinclair, all clouded in shadow. and break's biological family?
the same goes for them. he calls his biological family a household that had produced knights for the sinclairs for generations. we know he'd served the sinclairs since his youth for that reason. everything else remains unknown. they're never mentioned again.
i think this is due to a bunch of reasons, one of which is of course just not having the space or time for it within the manga. break's arc is not about who he was before, his entire purpose is about accepting the past and living in the present.
break tried changing the past, and it only made things worse. he knows he doesn't have a future. he knows he'll die soon. but he exists as a learning tool for us, the readers, and also for the characters within the manga. you can't change the past. you have to accept it. once you've lost something, you'll never get it back.
break has lost the sinclairs. he's lost his master, he's lost little lady sinclair, and he's lost any family he might have had as kevin regnard. and he's accepted it. there's an unspeakability to it, you know? this is a loss so large that break has only ever mentioned it to lady shelly, and by extension, lady sheryl. nobody else knew. it's a loss untold.
there's also the layer of pandora hearts being a story. a book. break might have had a biological family, but does it matter, in the grand scheme of the story that the jury is trying to tell? we don't care about who kevin regnard was, we care about who xerxes break is, right now, and what he can teach us throughout the narrative. it doesn't get mentioned because it doesn't relate to the story that the jury is wanting to tell.
kevin regnard has a family. that's not who we're reading about tho, is it?
xerxes break has a family, as well.
sheryl rainsworth is a woman without a husband, who has lost her daughter to illness, her son-in-law never mentioned once. her granddaughter is the only biological family she has left. the rainsworths are the only of the four dukedoms who have royal lineage. you could argue that bloodlines should probably be most important to them, out of all people.
sheryl rainsworth has absolutely no issue with xerxes break calling himself the father of her granddaughter. implied, the lover of her late daughter. implied, her son. sheryl rainsworth corrects him gently— that might be true in parts, but you're more like siblings, aren't you?
xerxes break does not have a father, but he is a father. and a brother. and a son. the rainsworths are not his biological family, but they are his family. the bloodline doesn't matter. sheryl rainsworth calls him a child of her household, and that's what he is.
and, last, but not least:
kevin regnard is nobody's child, as far as we know. xerxes break?
xerxes break is a child of misfortune.
#& — headcanon .#i cried for 70% of writing this lmfao#he makes me so! god! he makes me so insane. i love him sm
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