Darkness Incarnate

[anunversedheart]

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[anunversedheart]

📔 Subject- reflecting on a typical day in Wonderland?

There are several torn pages ahead of this one, and heavy indents where it seemed someone tried to scratch out something on the previous pages.

Some days here are the literal worst. There are days that I miss the isolation of the Keyblade Graveyard, that I miss not being strangled with people everywhere. At least with the unversed I could be rid of them at a simple, if painful, cost. 

It seemed that the writer slashed a single line through the “if painful” comment.

Anyway, I don’t like living at this place. The room is way too small, I like things more open than just enough room for a bed. Who would have thought that I would dislike.

My day went well enough. Half the time I want to punch the people that I help, and the other half I just don’t care enough to muster up any strong feelings about. There is one co-worker—who would have thought that I would be using that term? I’m tired of this Ventus. You wanted to drag me home? You did a real shit job. This isn’t home.

Yeah, but this co-worker looks like that girl that clung to the side of Sora. She gets under my skin and not in the way you’d think. I think that I would prefer Aqua to her on a good day and you to her on a bad day. Because of her connection to our little brother—is he our little brother? Technically he’s your age but we’ve been around so much longer than our looks let on. Shame that you don’t remember it, isn’t it? I give her the hardest time out of all of the people I work with, though I am not that friendly to anyone. Just enough to get by.

I don’t work all the time, and I can’t really train in the manner I want to, though there is a place I can go to keep in shape. So I don’t end up weak if you show up. I go there when I get bored or annoyed, though it’s more a case of the latter at this point.

I guess that I still don’t have that interesting of a life when compared to some here. Still, more interesting than yours was the past decade. Whatever, this is stupid isn’t it?

[anunversedheart]

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SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

This entry seems more messily written, more rushed than normal. It seems the person was either in a bad mood or in a rush while writing this particular entry.

I hate this place and what all it has done to me. Really. Even the Master hadn’t done something this infuriating! No, he embraced the unversed and taught me how to use them to help make us both stronger.

To start at the beginning today I lost my temper. Nothing new there, right? What was new was when I lost my grip on what I was feeling, and the unversed managed to manifest, it wasn’t an unversed. No, it was a damned toy! Which only had me get more annoyed. And more stupid toys!

I would say that this place is the worst thing in the worlds, but I think that our old Master has that title.

The unversed that I summoned earlier—it was to help with work, I promise. I even made sure that they washed their little hands. Paws. Whatever. I needed help with cleaning up a stupid spill while taking a customers order. I still wished that they choked on their drink. The customers are too needy. “Where are the napkins?”

Right. Behind. You.

But that isn’t the point of this little note to myself. The point being I don’t like anyone that changes this up about me. I don’t want to lose the strength that I’ve accumulated over time. Quite literally. And I don’t like this place simply on that principle. It will be something that never changes, I think. But the people here… some aren’t the worst. Annoying but not the worst.

[teyranas]

Had to share this @WeHeartIt

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

[thatsorachelroth]

Not The Right Pose|| Rachel & Vanitas

@anunversedheart​

Rachel usually tries to keep her temper down especially when she is middle of teaching a meditating class. Sometimes she combines yoga poses to insure that the body gets right energy flow.  

The class seem to do it right for the most part, however one male clearly was struggling worse than the others and Rachel didn’t understand how he could. It was such an easy pose. With a sign, she decides that it was due time for her to finally intervene. She slowly approaches the student and calls out his name.

“Hey. V-vanitas was it? You need to stretch your leg out like this then arm raised like this? See?” she says before demonstrating the correct way to do the pose.

[anunversedheart]

Keep it together. Keep it under control. He chanted this over and over in his head as he tried to shove the anger down, covering it as best as he could with anything else. Rage was his bread and butter, even now, and it was hard to change that.

“This is stupid. What are you even supposed to get out of this?” He demanded, the voice more of a growl of annoyance than an actual sentence at this point. He felt stupid, self-conscious about doing these stupid poses but it had seemed interesting. A way to keep his body from becoming stiff and slow with lack of actual training. Something to distract his mind off the mundane life that he was living, and control the restless emotions he felt.

His thoughts jumbled around in his head as he moved to sit cross-legged with a look towards the person. It just. Wasn’t working for him. He could still feel the annoyance, the feeling of not fitting well in his skin. “Look, I need to find a way to control my thoughts.”

[astarphel]

you’re coming home too.

[anunversedheart]

📔 + your part-time job

SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

This entry seems to be rather short and to the point. Apparently the writer wasn’t feeling the mood to write very much today.

I got a job in a place that makes coffee. I hate it. I don’t want to deal with people or pretend to want to help them. I don’t want to deal with any of that. But we all know that I can put on a convincing mask and play the part assigned to me, can’t I?

[anunversedheart]

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SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

I don’t know why I’m writing these stupid little entries in this book like I expect someone will care to read them. I doubt I’ll even let you read them if you show up. Even though you are the only one that I feel should read them, since we’ve known one another for as long as we have. How long has it been?

I suppose it doesn’t really matter though, does it?

Maybe I just don’t like being alone any more now then I have in the past. You’re not here to antagonize. I suppose Sora would do but I honestly have nothing against the kid other than him butting his nose into our lives. It’s not like he’s protecting you anymore so I really don’t care about him one way or the other.

Oh yeah, I probably forgot to write this but Sora is here too. He was one of the first people that I met here. And it’s only gotten worse with time. Too many people around here honestly.

There is a heavily scratched out line or two here, preventing anyone from making out what was written.

Whatever. He doesn’t get to know about that, and neither do you. 

He seems to be doing well here, but with him being here… with the girl that clung to his side being here too. It makes me question just how many familiar faces are here. What of your friends? Of you? Are you guys here? If so, when can I come to give you a deserved kick to the shin?

Anyway there’s a place that a lot of people gather at and I plan to go there. Anything to get out of this boring routine I have fallen into. Work, go home, sleep, wake up to do it again. It’s not fun and the only thing that I get from it is money to pay for this room that is far too small.

Okay I admit, maybe I hate being in closed in spaces a bit while I sleep. I don’t miss the sleeping on dirt and rock but I do miss the fact that there weren’t walls boxing me in when I awoke while I trained to fight you.

[anunversedheart]

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SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

The first page of the journal is covered in messily scrawled out entry with scribbles on the page, as if trying to make the pen used to write it work. All throughout the page it seemed as if the writer had to go back over parts and rewrite parts so it could be read.

What hellish existence have you dropped me into Ventus? Why couldn’t you have held onto me, and what I carried, a little tighter?

I know that you’re not here. I can’t feel the pull that I always could when you were around. I can’t feel your heart, so you’re either feeling nothing again or beyond my reach. With your past I guess I wouldn’t be wrong in assuming the first.

You really do need someone to babysit you, don’t you?

I didn’t start this to walk down memory lane, you know. I hate those that focus so much on the past but I am not much for the future either. I want to exist again, Ventus, as my own being. Whatever I am. I don’t need to hide away anymore. I don’t need you

The word you is written more heavily than the other words, as if the person writing it wrote that word several times. 

anymore. Just like you don’t need me. You have your stupid little friends and I have the unversed. The darkness in the hearts of people. It’s a good trade-off, don’t you agree? We both get what we deserve.

Still…

I don’t like you Ventus. I don’t like being separated from you like this. Even while we were separated, when I was kept in the Keyblade Graveyard and you in your little castle world, I still knew you were alive. Even as you shoved your happiness in my face, showing me everything that I wanted too, I knew that you were okay. And I hated you for it. I hate you for everything that you had. I was jealous. I still am.

I’m going to keep doing this. Writing in here. Because I want you to know just how much I hate this place. Not that you, or anyone else, will ever get to read it as long as I still exist.

[icantfindthatonerpmeme]

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Additionally, add + and a subject to make it about said subject!

[rosesxinxspring]

Mirror Image

@anunversedheart​

    There was nothing Sora hated more than pulling a double shift at work. It was so draining and he honestly didn’t know how people could do this for a living. He preferred his way of earning some cash, fighting heartless and freeing their hearts. Of course he never really needed that munny for much besides buying a few potions he may have needed through out his journey but he always had more than enough. But this world was no where near any he knew, and there hadn’t been an ounce of darkness here either, or at least the darkness he had been used to, so he had to work the only way he could in this world. Like a normal person.

    At least he was off now, that was a plus side to it all, and he could go hang out with Riku if he was off work too! Thinking of spending time with the older boy instantly flipped his mood around as he quickly pulled out his phone and started typing a message when he had suddenly bumped into someone. Luckily he only stumbled back a little and the person he ran into wasn’t knocked back so that was a good thing.

    “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry about that I wasn’t watching where I was go-” He stopped mid way through his apology when he finally saw who it was that he had bumped into. His eyes instantly widening as he jumped back and created a distance between the two of them. 

    “Vanitas! What are you doing here!!”

[anunversedheart]

He’d always enjoyed watching people run about their busy lives, in fact it was why he liked it when the Wayfinders had visited… what was that world called again? Did it really matter? He’d done a number on it while carrying out Xehanort’s orders. Of course it mattered though, it was something pretentious and irritating to him—Radiant Garden, that’s right. So similar to another little outpost that he remembered so well.

I don’t want to be here. The thought came unbidden and rippled through him, his fists clenching tight into fists. Why am I here? Ventus, this isn’t where I was meant to go. What did you do?

Maybe it wasn’t the others fault that he was here. Maybe. But it was just too much of a coincidence for him, though he could admit that he was biased. He could not feel the pull towards Ventus, on the invisible chains that had tethered them through time. It confused him, even scared him, and he didn’t know who else would be to blame other than Ventus himself.

Golden eyes looked around at the world around him, the sunlight beating down on him and providing a gentle warmth despite the chill of his fear. It was odd to him though. He could feel his insides twisting themselves into knots, his nails digging into the calloused flesh of his palms. It was odd, then, that he didn’t feel the unversed trying to break free. Over time he’d become adept at controlling when they manifested but he could always feel them, even if he refused to allow them to spawn.

It was at that moment that he felt someone bump into him, startling him out of his thoughts and back into the world around him. A splash of brown hair with a familiar style, identical to his own if only it were a little darker. “—so sorry about that I wasn’t watching where I was go-” A familiar voice said before recognition registered in the bright blue eyes set into a face identical to his own, and the other moved away as if he’d already pulled out his Keyblade, demanding a fight.

Sora. 

His eyebrow rose ever so slightly upon hearing the name that he’d been given by Xehanort being uttered, his mind instantly transported back to the night in the badlands where he’d first heard that voice. The sound of waves that he’d never seen. The smell of an ocean on the breeze that was not there. Meanwhile he knelt there, on the dirt of the badlands as the same voice rang through his heart and mind.

As quickly as the memories resurfaced, keeping him in their grip and forcing him to relive those moments as if for the first time, they faded back into the dark depths. Still the emotions that they dragged up in their wake remained. His fear at the world closing in on him as it had that day, the darkness literally choking the life from him. His anger and his confusion. It took a moment before he realized that he needed to respond to Sora, the other obviously was on edge by literally running into his double.

“What does it look like Sora? I’m taking a walk.” He knew that wasn’t what Sora meant but it was the only answer that he had. Why was he here and why hadn’t fallen back into the nothingness that he’d come from? “What are you doing here?”