#voixduvent

[kuragxoji]

voixduvent started following you

...You've been spotted.

[spatoutofhell]

Satan's minion: AU where muse A is a singer and muse B is their significant other. Muse B has something fatal happen to them and the last song they hear before passing is the song muse A wrote for them.

Me: Becca I s2g

[voixduvent]

The fact that he understood him brought a smile to the blond’s face, blue eyes watching the other for a few short moments before he spoke again in response. “Je m’appelle Ventus. Vous pouvez m’appeler Ven. Puis-je obtenir votre nom?" His own voice was cheery, though that was mainly his excitement to the other’s understanding his speech.

[heumechanica]

He could clearly understand what the older blond was telling him, nodding a little before he would respond. "Je m'appelle Maqui. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, Ventus..."  He paused before tilting his head slightly with his awkward position shifting a little. "Comment savez-vous mon frère si je peux demander?" The question was rather important in his mind, one that he would have liked to know the answer to a while ago before the other decided to continue on. This, however, wasn't something that Maqui would like to voice. He knew better.

[heumechanica]

"Bonjour, connaissez-vous un Vanitas Steinway?" The blond paused, hoping that perhaps the other knew the language, being that he wasn't personally that good at speaking English..

"Oui. Il est mon frère." The young mechanic replied, chrystal blue eyes watching the other blond. He was easily able to remember this language—another friend of his was a fluent french speaker and had taught him the language well. "Puis-je vous demander votre nom, monsieur?" An honest question, really, but Maqui felt that it was a very needed question indeed. Who exactly was this guy…?

[unholy-keyblader-archive]

*SUDDENLY FLYING PILLOW FROM THE RIGHT*

HOLY SHI—

[SMACKED IN FACE.]

…

WHAT THE FUCK MAN—

Oh shit, you’re a Ventus.

…Ahhh…um.  Yooooo.  Wassuuup…

…wanna talk?

[wanna-be-a-hero-blog]

Band Geeks [AU]

Working in a record store wasn't exactly a dream job, at least not for Zack, but for now it was helping him get through school. His parents were of course, still helping him with that sort of thing, but a part-time job made him feel a little less dependent. Helped him pay for some of the dorming fees, too. And meals. A lot of ramen. The rumors were true, he could vouch for that.

He hadn't made it to manager, or even supervisor just yet... But as far as the less paying jobs went, he was up there in ranks. If that made sense... High enough to train, at least.

A new kid was supposed to come in that day, and according to Zack's manager, he knew his fair share about music. That would help as far as dealing with customers went, finding albums for them. It would make the training process a little easier, too. The genres would be obvious.

Some thirty minutes after clocking in, the door chimed with the entrance of a blonde, his hair instantly reminding the clerk of his best friend's. Well... sort of. A less extreme version.

 "Welcome," he greeted, poking his head out from behind a display of some new releases. "Need any help?" Of course, Zack wasn't aware that this was his newest trainee.

[eroismc]

VENNY COME HERE A MOMENT PLEASE

[battitoritmico]

✧

Send me a ✧ and I’ll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.

                 The blond was having a rough day, first, the new drummer got sick, then he decided it was actually a good idea to attend practice. So, today the singer decided that it would be best to stay home. He’d only halfway through the day figured out that his dryer stopped working and he needed to get his clothes dry now. So, he did what anyone would do and did his best to call a mechanic.

           Even with a hoarse voice and a thick accent, the man seemed to be rather nice and even understood what he said. It was always good to talk to people that didn’t criticize him for his accent. Blue eyes watched the clock every now and then, stopping what he was doing before he went back to his current project.

                    His ears ached, but that wasn’t something that he would complain about out loud, hand moving to rub lightly at the tender lobes every so often. After a while, there came a knock at the door. He answered and the man that stood there bore a rather startling resemblance to someone that he used to know. His widened blue eyes soon went back to their normal size after a moment or two, smile replacing the look of shock.

                        "Bonjour, monsieur, I'm hoping that you are the one that was supposed to fix the dryer, oui?"

                                                          [AU Ventus]