Broken Bonds

KH3 SPOILERS A terrible weakness In my nature, in my blood * Fluid time, independent, multiship Terra. Also multiverse, but Terra has no experience with it yet. Not mutuals only; semi-selective. OCs and AUs are welcome. (Please note that if the roleplay calls for it, I will also NPC Ven, but Terra is my focus.) Mobile Links * I can’t remember… What have I done now?

[yoursarcastichorse]

Hey I don’t always come up with aus but um, sailor aqua and merman terra?

A terraqua merman au I came up with on twitter

[nymphatragicae-archives]

@terrablextrouble

“It’s good to see you again.” So she says, but the tone says otherwise. The darkness had made her heart bitter and cold. Trapped in the dark realm for ten years for his sake. She’d been so stupid back then.

“Have you missed me?”

[terrablextrouble]

He is too late.

He’d realized Xehanort’s intentions too late.  And he’d seen what she was trying to tell him too late.  And he’d fought his way back from the dark far too late.

But he’d expected to face her again.  Darkness is tempting; it erodes over time, and no matter how much he holds his will against his own, a part of Terra always knows it will eventually break.  (Because it always does.)

So he never expected to face her like this.

And what can he do?  He made her this way, there’s no denying that.  There’s no fixing it.  But he...somehow, he has to.  He has to.

Set it right.

Terra’s expression crumples, and it’s a surrender.  He knows how Xehanort works, and he knows how darkness is.  He recognizes the vengeance in her tone and the bitterness in her heart, as personally as he might recognize his own, and there is no running from it.  There is no defense from it.  Terra stands weaponless, closing his eyes briefly, but that doesn’t stop the tears.

“Yes.”

[terrablextrouble]

divinerxeclipsed‌:

He had a different voice, too. That was…kind of unexpected. In the so-called ‘True Organization,’ he’d heard every aspect of Xehanort speak, and none of the ones with anything approaching Terra’s face had sounded like this. Not even the Apprentice from out of time, the one whose body Terra now occupied, sounded like this. It threw him off, while also making it clear this really wasn’t Xemnas at all.

“I…suppose.” Isa didn’t know if he’d quite use that word. To be honest, he hadn’t remembered Ventus at all, until Xehanort reminded him of him. Isa had, if anything, been surprised Lea did, but then Lea had always had an unbelievable memory for faces. His scowl turned into a more thoughtful frown.

“…I suppose you’re a Guardian of Light now?”

Terra had definitely screwed something up here.  That, or...maybe Xehanort had.  Which, after a certain point, became the same thing.

He inclined his head, accepting the bitterness.  It was...weird to think about Ven having other friends (especially friends older than Terra was), but Terra didn’t want to do anything that put them off Ven now.  (At least unless it turned out they weren’t good role models, but Terra wasn’t planning on judging that very fast, considering.)

The question, though, hit him someplace vulnerable.  “I...don’t know if the others would agree with that,” he said first, treading lightly.  “But, if they’ll have me, then yes.  It’s the path I should have chosen.”

And he would regret that forever.

[divinerxeclipsed]

@terrablextrouble liked for a starter

Was that…Terra? That was…awkward, to say the least. And it was too late to turn around and pretend Isa hadn’t seen him; he’d clearly been spotted. Neither of them had directly encountered each other since the Keyblade Graveyard; Isa’d only heard about him second-hand. 

At least he didn’t look just like Xemnas. The fact that he looked so many years younger than Isa and had that brown hair helped, otherwise Isa wasn’t sure he’d ever get over his aversion. But it was still…uncomfortable, and Isa was sort of put out by encountering Terra on Isa’s home turf. He was possibly a little more defensive than it warranted when he spoke.

“What are you doing here?”

[terrablextrouble]

Terra really should’ve expected this reception.

Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he’d thought he and Xehanort still looked dissimilar enough not to be mistaken for each other.  What he hadn’t taken into account was that the last most people in Radiant Garden had ever seen of Xehanort was the young man, and the suspicious whispers that followed him were only too familiar.  Now, unlike then, Terra knew that protesting too much would only make matters worse.

So when he saw a familiar face, he gravitated towards it even though it took him a moment to place who it was.  But the defensive tone stopped him cold, blinking and then frowning.

“I...thought I might run into Ven.  You’re one of his friends, right?  Isa?” he hazarded.

There was another name he knew, which seemed to come much more quickly to mind, but as usual Terra curtained off the part of his heart that Xehanort would always taint and let it be.

[spellweaverbladed-a-deactivated]

@terrablextrouble

“Terra….I know you are probably not the right person to ask about this. But….how does one stop darkness when they feel like it’s slowly taking a hold of them?” She sighed and looked away from him momentarily. “Ever since the guilt of Sora’s disappearance was let into my heart, I can slowly feel the darkness taking itself over again. Just like when I was in the Realm of Darkness.”

[terrablextrouble]

He blinks at first, because no, he’s not the right person to ask about this at all.  But...maybe he is the only one, between the three of them, with at least as much exposure to the darkness as she has.

And then he flinches, when she reminds him of what he did to her.

“Aqua...”  It’s a false start, and he reaches like he might touch her shoulder, but denies himself the comfort.  “...I’m not sure.  My darkness...isn’t like that.”  Not slow and corrosive, but hot and fast and destructive.  Bright, almost, except that it isn’t and will never be light.

“But I won’t let it have you.  Not ever again.”

[terrablextrouble]

spellweaver-mage‌:

“But once again, I failed to protect someone. I failed to protect Ven all those years ago Terra. And now I failed to protect Sora. Some Master I am.” She looked away from Terra. “What do I do now Terra?” She sighed as she looked away. 

“Am I really worthy of the title Master if I cannot protect someone who is working towards that title?” 

“Failed?”  Terra’s eyebrows shoot up, because it’s...so...odd to think of Aqua even feeling like she failed.  Granted, it’s not like he’s never seen her that way, but all their lives she was the one who impressed the Master the most.

He shakes his head.  “But you protected Ven from Xehanort, all that time.  He couldn’t even find Ven because of you.  Besides, becoming a Master isn’t about--”

His teeth click together.  Terra, of all people, has no right to talk about that.

“...Of course it’s important to protect Ven, and Sora too.  They’re young.  But we can’t stop them from doing what they feel is right, in their own hearts.  We never could.”

[spellweaverbladed-a-deactivated]

“You know….indirectly, Sora’s disappearance is all my fault. If I never went to the Realm of Darkness in the first place, none of the insanity that happened throughout the twelve years I was gone would’ve happened. And if none of that would’ve happened, Kairi’s heart wouldn’t have disappeared. And if that never happened, Sora wouldn’t have caused himself to fade away from using the Power of Waking so many times. So indirectly…..it is my fault he is gone.” 

[terrablextrouble]

“Aqua...you know that’s not true.  If you’d never gone to the Realm of Darkness, for my sake...”

“It would’ve been worse.”

So much worse.

If anything, this is all still on Terra.  But he’s not going to voice that sentiment while she’s having her feelings about it.  (He’s done enough of that, too.)

[thecloakedzexion]

⊰ ≈ღ≈ ⊱      He’s feeling cocky, he’s making a huge mistake. ❝In light of the upcoming Valentine’s day, I pose a challenge. To anyone who can solve my riddle will receive it’s solution as a reward.❞           Of no use to one Yet absolute bliss to two. The small boy gets it for nothing. The young man has to lie for it. The old man has to buy it. The baby’s right, The lover’s privilege, The hypocrite’s mask. To the young girl, faith; To the married woman, hope; To the old maid, charity. What am I?      ❝Best of luck.❞

[terrablextrouble]

Hmmm.

Really he’s been thinking about this for too long, but it just...doesn’t quite make sense?  He’s missing something, right?  Love kind of...sounds right, but the whole idea of that being “bought” or “charity” is just wrong.  And a mask...how could it be no use to one...

“Oh!  It’s a kiss, right?  Or--kisses, something like that.”

Even that feels like a stretch, but oh well.  It’s just a guess anyway.

[ria-neearts]

closer

[kingdomsaurushearts]

[terrablextrouble]

[creeps back onto this blog too kill me

kh3 spoiler warning for future posts]

[terrablextrouble]

thebetterhalfofwind:

Vanitas hate the Graveyard.

There was nothing there – just the scars of the battles waged here, and the makeshift graves of those who hadn’t survived them. Nothing lived here – nothing could live here.

But it was fitting, for someone like Vanitas. A broken world, a scarred world – just as he was broken and scarred. Maybe that was why he found himself back here, despite how the sight of those dead Keyblades made his skin crawl. Or maybe it was simply because he had nowhere else to go.

Whatever the reason, he was here now, back among the canyons and cliffs. His own Unversed were the only moving creatures here, but Vanitas hardly needed them for anything, and so they simply skittered in and out of the rocks, nothing but a flicker in the corner of his eye for the most part.

Part of him yearned to take up his Keyblade as he had done a hundred times before, to strike down the Unversed just to feel the pain of it, so he could at least feel something…

His thoughts were interrupted, however, as another flash of movement caught his eye. The intruder clearly wasn’t attempting to hide…not that would have done him much good if he did try. Vanitas would have known that figure anywhere.

Vanitas laughed as Terra looked around frantically for him. “Wow, what a surprise. Never expected to see your face around here again.” He took a few steps forward, towards Terra. “What’re you here for? Maybe you’ve come to finally finish me off. At least that’d be exciting.” He grinned. “Even if you’re doing a piss-poor job of it so far.”

At the voice, Terra snapped into a battle stance, narrowing his eyes and zeroing in on the stranger’s location.  The sound of it drew an aborted “S--?!” from him, and he stared at the boy who approached, shellshocked.

Was any of this real?  Terra had to question it again.

“...The boy in the mask.”  The words seemed to come from another life.  For an instant, Terra was transported back to a world where the mystery of Ven’s dark half was the only thing he had to worry about.

But the reality at the moment was far more complicated.  Terra gritted his teeth and called the Keyblade, almost more to indicate his willingness to defend himself than suggest he was going to attack.

“And why do you have his face?” he demanded, ignoring the commentary.  It would have lashed against him years ago, goading him straight into a fight, but Terra had more important things to worry about these days.

For instance, at the moment, determining the last time he’d seen Sora intact.

[terrablextrouble]

Life afterward was strange.

On the one hand, where Terra had once resented observation, he now felt sort of exposed if he wasn’t being watched.  The patterns he and Xehanort had walked in his mind kept circling even without that constant antagonist, and sometimes part of Terra whispered desperately to him that he was going to go astray again.

Lose himself again.

But even so, sometimes it felt like that would happen even faster under everyone’s kid glove touch and darting eyes.  Terra knew things were irrevocably different; his aged body and silver hair would forever mark that horrific time in his life, even if he were spared the memories and Xehanort’s voice still whispering in his ears.  Just going out at all was a risk.  But it was one he had to take.

Out of respect for the worlds that had been ruined with his hands (if not by his will), Terra didn’t approach anyone out of turn.  He kept to himself, knowing better than to set foot in Radiant Garden in particular.

The Keyblade Graveyard kept calling to him, though.  Maybe something about it was familiar.

It was there that Terra sensed a familiar darkness, drawing him out of a sleepy rumination and twitching to his feet.  Cold fear stole across his (still newly recovered) heart, and he stretched out one hand for a Keyblade he promised himself he wouldn’t try to call.

“Who goes there?”

[terrablextrouble]

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[horrificmemes]

Vampire/Victim Sentence Starters

For vampires ——————– “Have you ever wanted to live forever?” “Are you afraid of me?” “You look…delicious.” “Don’t be afraid.” “Let’s be together forever.” “I think we need some time, just the two of us.” “Trust me.” “I know what’s best for you.” “It’ll only hurt a little bit.” “It’ll be over soon.” “There’s something you need to know about me.” “You can’t resist immortality.”

For victims ——————– “I’m not afraid of you.” “I’m afraid of you.” “I want to be with you forever.” “I’m not so sure about this…” “I don’t want this.” “I want this.” “When I look at you, I feel hypnotized.” “Yes, Master.” “I’m yours.” “I trust you.” “I don’t trust you.” “You’re so pale.” “Your teeth…”

[terrablextrouble]

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Send 🍼 to see how my muse would react to being handed a baby

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“Oh...!  Uh.  I don’t know if--Iiiiii...”  She’s so tiny.  And Terra can sense her light, and...also her darkness, which is a strange experience.  Still, the baby lets out a trickling sort of laugh and Terra’s only aware of how easily he could crush that tiny body without meaning to.

Do not drop the child, he reminds himself sternly, and freezes up with an expression that’s really trying to be a smile.  But the balance isn’t as hard as he’s making it out to be, and it doesn’t take him long to start to relax.  “I guess you’re pretty cute,” he tells the baby’s indomitable smile.

She makes a cooing noise, then rears back as if she’ll sneeze--and abruptly pukes all over Terra’s shoulder.

He hands her back.

[terrablextrouble]

Peacock blue, raspberry

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

[haha...........so.  terra’s dangerously honest.  this isn’t to say he’s completely without a filter, it’s just not very developed.  he expects villainy to be pretty obvious, so he’s prone to lies of omission (see: “oh what yeah totally i’m gonna take this box and go do...something with it, which is probably getting snow white’s heart ofc, brb”) when he’s looking to manipulate someone he’s decided he can manipulate.  he’s just...wrong, usually?  and terra is definitely much more comfortable being straightforward, so he can be goaded into that even by someone he doesn’t want to trust.

this is less true of post-xemnas terra by a stark margin.  that guy is still painfully honest, but has a much more developed bullshit detector, and shies more dramatically from instances where he would have to lie.]

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

[terra is one of those annoying protein shake guys and tends to prefer forms of meat to anything else, complaining a lot about sweet things.  and while he absolutely can’t stand too-sweet things, he does have a weakness for chocolate here and there, and polices his exposure to that very strictly since he has to be at peak physical condition.]