masked boy

I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me ((Indie/Selective Vanitas RP Sideblog))

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heartspawn:

other mind. That’s what he was. It considered for a moment. Other minds were still mind, they were just other so it could probably trust him. He spoke in its language, that was enough.

this one is this one is these ones, other mind has these ones? meet these ones? show these ones to this one, this one learn other mind. A hesitant, fuzzy image of a pile of Unversed.

this one has these ones, he agrees, still a bit awkward as he parses the way the Unversed communicates. He’s used to images -- but the choppy way of ‘speaking’ they have comes naturally. other mind will show these ones to this one.

He doesn’t need to gesture, just think, and a few Floods of his own melt upwards from the ground, skittering around before noticing their ‘brother’ and darting over to it to investigate this new, not-theirs-but-theirs part of them.

[maplekeurig]

“Enough.. I said enough!”

“You’ll learn respect, boy.”

i hate you xehanort

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@crackedvanities

It skittered close, then backed up again, confused. This was not correct at all. Who was this?

not mind? not mind not mind? who? this one does not know, feel like mind but is not mind.

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He starts a little bit, glancing down and then sinking to the ground to sit cross-legged next to the Flood. It’s weird, he’s not used to hearing words -- usually they communicate with images and feelings, but maybe he’s just getting better at figuring out what they mean.

What it’s saying doesn’t make much sense, either -- him but not him? Stupid, but it’s not like there isn’t a ton of ‘him’, right? Sora, Ven, who even knew how many others. He won’t question that part. 

He holds out his hand, palm up. safe, he projects. He’s never really tried to communicate back in words, but hey. this one is mind but not-mind, still safe. He wasn’t sure how it worked, but a Flood was a Flood, no matter who it belonged to. Sometimes he hated them, but they’re part of him. That doesn’t change.

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@dawnsonyou (from x)

Vanitas reels back, shaking his head furiously and pressing a hand to his temples. He’s sick, he feels gross and wrong for seeing that -- it’s not his memory -- and those feelings manifest in a half dozen Floods skittering around his feet and a pair of Hareraisers tangled up in them.

“Xehanort,” he manages finally, his voice thick with hatred and fear and-- Riku met him? No, that was a lot worse than meeting him. It didn’t look right, the man Riku called Ansem was younger, but didn’t he--? Wasn’t Terra--? Either way, the golden eyes and dark skin and silver hair were enough. It was enough and he remembers training, remembers when he and Ven were Just Ventus, before he tore them apart and made Vanitas. He remembers being forced to fight, nearly drowning in Heartless, he remembers the old Master beating him up and down the Graveyard as training. Training, hah.

He’s shaking. He’s shaking and he knows it. “That bastard, he screwed you over too, he-- shit, that’s not-- shit, Riku, what’d he do to you, that’s--” That was a hell of a lot worse than what it looked like he was going to do to Terra. That was awful, that was-- he shudders.

“I’ll kill him,” he manages weakly, entirely unbelievable. “That old bastard, I’ll kill him. He’s not--” His voice break. “It’s not your fault, he does that to people. He does that. I’ll kill him.” What’s he even saying anymore? He doesn’t know.

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dawnsonyou:

Freezing up, Riku looked up to find Vanitas nearly spitting at him and furrowed a brow. Slowly–and carefully–he hefted his Keyblade up to his shoulder before letting it dematerialize. “S–sorry,” he said, though the confusion rang true in his voice. 

Why was he so upset? It wasn’t like him to lash out–at least, not at Riku. 

But then… 

Glancing at the ground where the creature had just been, Riku then refocused on Vanitas, if only to shift somewhat. “So you know what it is?” 

Not having experienced the discussion between Vanitas and Yen Sid, Riku didn’t know the thin ice he was treading, especially in regards to the other’s emotional state.

Deep breath. Deep breath. Riku didn’t know, he tells himself. Don’t bite his head off, Vanitas, he’s like the only guy here that’s even remotely chill towards you. Even though he might not be for long, though, his self-doubt adds. I mean, here’s blatant proof you’re a monster.

“It’s called an Unversed,” he says, voice tight and tense but managing to refrain from snapping. “Creatures created from negative emotion. The one you killed’s called a Flood.”

He shakes his head, looking away. “I make them,” he grates out finally, with the air of someone bracing for something. “They come from me.” Hands curl into fists, taut like a rubber band; he’s got a good chunk of his attention focused on not making more.

There, though, it’s out in the open now. He half expects to be kicked out, but what the hell, at least that old Master would be happy.

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@dawnsonyou

Well, on the one hand, at least the old master hadn’t, like, killed him. It had only been a matter of time before he’d been busted hanging around the Tower like a stray animal (and that’s kind of what he was, right? a stray loitering around because someone fed him occasionally), and of course it was the old Keyblade Master who caught him.

Not that he hadn’t said anything Vanitas hadn’t heard before. Creature, monster, darkness is bad, blah blah blah. He’d been given a few warnings not to misbehave, et cetera, and he crept away, but...ugh. Ugh. He hated being what he was, didn’t anyone get that? He didn’t-- whatever, no point in arguing. No one listened. 

And of course to make it worse, the whole thing had upset him enough to call up a bunch of Unversed, Scrappers and Floods, and he hadn’t been able to kill or dismiss them quick enough -- some escaped.

So here he was, running down a hallway trying to find the stragglers, skidding to a halt as he felt one being destroyed, and not by him. He nearly tripped from the surprise, and before he really registered, he was snapping at whoever was nearby.

“How ‘bout you watch what you’re killing, huh?! That wasn’t a stupid Heartless!”

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Reblog if your muse kinda sorta needs a hug

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Symbols for the mun

💝 I ship our muses, but we’ve never interacted

✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me

💍 I want to be exclusives with you 

⭐️ We don’t rp, but I desperately wish we did

☀️ I want to rp with you, but I’m not sure how

💔 We’ve rp’ed in the past, but now we don’t

🎂 I’m new to your blog, and I want to be friends

🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!

💡 I have a thread idea for us!

💌 I just think you’re amazing

💥 We’re not mutuals, but I wish you’d notice me

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dawnsonyou:

“’You people’?” Thanks, Vanitas. “Some of us don’t get it either, you’re not alone.”

“The only good part about it is the chocolate.”

“You people, like...people that aren’t me. Normal people.” People that are people in the first place, not walking blobs of Darkness. Sighs, then he brightens up. “Wait, chocolate? What about chocolate?”

You got his interest, Riku.

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dawnsonyou:

“It’s okay, I don’t get it either.”

That catches him off guard. “You don’t? I thought it was, like...a normal thing for you people.”

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dawnsonyou replied to your post ““Valen-what….?” Makes a face. “Gross.””

"It's not THAT bad."

“It’s all mushy and stuff,” he repeats firmly. “I don’t even get it.”

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“Valen-what....?” Makes a face. “Gross.”

[heartspawn]

“this one is one of these ones, many these ones are. hurt, these ones.”

{Independant Flood/Unversed RP blog, written by Kelpy}

                                              Broken hearts breed monsters

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fleursfatale:

So. That’s a lot of information to parse, isn’t it? Marluxia is quiet a moment, thinking. He has to wonder how this involves Roxas as well, but it’s more than likely Vanitas doesn’t know the Nobody exists in the first place.

“My apologies.” He eyes shift down, a pale imitation of self-consciousness. “That was disrespectful of me.” It’s all words without substance, but perhaps Vanitas will react better to courtesy. “Sora has something of a…reputation, if you’ll pardon me for saying so. You’re unlikely to meet anyone who hasn’t run into him in one way or another.”

“You’re not sorry,” he says bluntly. “I’m not an idiot, y’know, I can tell when someone’s bullshitting me. But that’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” He shrugs. “Like you said, ain’t no one around here that doesn’t know Sora. So it figures, right? Gonna get mistaken for him a lot.”

He crosses his arms. “Reputation for being a goody-two-shoes dork, yeah? Figures, he’s just like Ven.” Grunt. “Happy go lucky little dweeb that thinks he’s everyone’s best buddy.” He says it with a mixture of bitterness and distaste, like he’s got some issues there, but leaves it at that. “What’d he do, kick your ass?”

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open to all. (mutuals)

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dawnsonyou:

Hm. 

Looks like it’s received well. 

That’s always a huge plus. He waits for Vanitas to be done with his bowl as he scoops the rice out of the rice cooker and into a bamboo basket, only glancing back at him for a few seconds. “I guess you like it,” he says with a teasing edge, laughing a little to himself. 

“---Well, uh, yeah,” he manages awkwardly when he’s finished stuffing his face. “It’s good. What’s in it?” Not that it would change anything; he’s not picky. He’d probably eat anything remotely edible as long as it tasted good. And this definitely met his standards. Exceeded them, even.

He pauses. “I mean, hell, though, anything you’ve made tasted really good,” he adds bluntly. “You’re good at this.” It’s not meant to be a compliment, per say, as much as he’s just -- in his opinion -- stating a fact. He shrugs, then, and offers the bowl back to Riku for seconds or for the other boy to take it back, whichever he wants to do.