How I feel about Vanitas's new personality in KH3 and the dlc:
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Today's Document

#extradirty
$LAYYYTER

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@floodedvanity
How I feel about Vanitas's new personality in KH3 and the dlc:
Kingdom Hearts III Vanitas, Mickey, and Riku Funko Pops Revealed
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They must’ve seen him staring.
Not that he cared, there weren’t many other ways to get a good read on most people if he didn’t really look at them. Frisk wasn’t an exception to that particular rule, but they were in almost every other, if his journal was anything to go by.
They weren’t paying attention (so he thinks), leaving him free to sketch his fixation for that week. Their hair. Specifically the way it hung around their face like a thick drapery, stopping just past a slender chin with a few brush-like ends resting on their neck. His eyes fall to the page when he’s satisfied, his hand fast at work perfecting the outline of their jaw.
Then he looks back up, and their eyes meet his. Well, one eye. The other is closed as they wink and blow him a cheesy kiss.
“Really?” Vanitas sighs. He has enough information to finish the basics, but irritation at the details he’ll miss spill out of him in the form of his tapping pencil. “Would it kill you to not be a ham for longer than a day?”
No death, only rage
No tears, only action
Give my character a "character shaming" label
(i.e. ‘I ate all he cookies in the house and lied about it with crumbs over my face’)
is “no” an emotion because i feel it
D̻̯͡ͅ ̧a̢̜̪ ̨̼̥̲̜r͈̳̮̻̬̰ ͎͓̹̣̭̖k̺̦̗ ͏͓̣n̫ ̱̟̲͙̘͓͇e͚̥͍̠̲̥̘ ̡͇s̹̺̝ ̻̪͖͈͟s̬̝̕ ̠ ̭͔̤a̷̝̙̠͓͖͕ ͉͓̥̩w̢͎ ͏̝̲͈̤a̛̺̟̖̯̫ ҉͉̖͈i̢̮͚ ͚̲̹͖͇t͏ ͓̘̠̫̮s̴̳͇
Enter the darkness
Another Vanitas. C: Available as art print on my Society6!! I can’t use link in the description anymore or Tumblr will hide my posts in the tags, so you can find my shop in my Instagram Bio! (My nick is always “ilabarattolo” xD)
“Princess…. Please…”
You’re welcome.
Me: Nomura confirmed sora will always be the protagonist so nothing too bad could happen to him in kh3 :)
Nomura:
Vanitas theory/fantasy/idea/thing...
//I am BACK! Did yall miss me? I missed you guys.
I’ve been ghost being trash and trying to be an adult and writing a book and stuff but hoooolyyy shit you guys.
These new trailers got me thinking. It got me thinking about some off the wall shit. Some shit about Vanitas. Some shit that will more than likely never happen in kh3 but I thought about it anyway because I'm garbage.
Spoilers ahead. This is long. You have been warned.
LET VANITAS GET REVENGE ON XEHANORT IN KH3 2K17
northcoast :
roses are red violets are blue pull my hair while I go down on u
It has been months since a real interaction between them both. Versed is constantly illusive and on the move, but she decided that today, she will come home and see Vanitas. She goes inside to find him sitting at the kitchen table. They meet eyes. They say nothing. Then, Versed slowly reaches forward... and promptly knocks a cup off of the table, staring directly at Vanitas the entire time. "Hi." Versed, you fool.
@veradis-debrosse
It’s been quite some time since he and his partner were in the same room. He feels her presence the moment she enters their home, and Vanitas is...grateful...to see her. ‘Happy’ is still one of those things he’s not sure he’s able to feel, so he’ll take what he can get.
A fleeting pause accompanies her arrival. Their eyes lock as Versed extends a clawed hand to shove yet another cup off the table, but Vanitas doesn’t react. He merely takes another sip of water while he holds her gaze. She greets him, no doubt waiting for his annoyance to flare at having broken more dishes. But there’s no shatter. The dish hits the floor with a hollow thud and rolls toward the stove. Perfectly intact.
“Hi,” he says. “Made a few changes since you were gone.” Namely replacing any dishware made of porcelain or glass with a hard, tempered plastic. If his sly half smirk was anything for her to go on, she’d figure that out in time.
kissing makes your day but anal makes your hole weak.
“That first part is debatable and I’m not even addressing this pathetic excuse for a joke.”
//that moment when you come home and a post from your old crusty blog is randomly blowing up