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[vaintas]

pikapika!

[dancingsooshee]

"Pika?"

Le squinted at the human, leaning closer as he makes a startled cry. Was he lost? “Piiii?” Maybe he just didn’t see Pikachu very often? Then again, she’s not seen another one in ages, so maybe she’s the only one left?

She’d follow that thought later. Right now, she had a human to comfort.

[vaintas]

It's a rat.  Sort of.

A big yellow mouse with a tail in the shape of lightning and rosy little cheeks.  It's...cute?  He guesses?  Vanitas inspects her closer, leaning in and tilting his head.  He's seen his fair share of weird stuff.  Maybe this animal was some weird thing Van had concocted a while ago.

"And what are you?" he asks, almost to himself.  "Cute little thing..."

[vaintas]

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

Dream A Little Dream [[Au]]

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"Sometimes it’s like that." Particularly during the day; the smell of meat cooking usually takes him back to some very unpleasant places. His expression turns dour and rather ugly at the offer of more help— from strangers. Like it wasn’t difficult enough describing some of these things to someone who knows; some peon who wasn’t even aware of the multiverse at large?

"That’s your job. Do you want me to answer you, or do you want to dump me onto someone else?"

[vaintas]

"I'm doing this because I care about you."

There's a stern tone to his voice.  Pup knows he shouldn't get defensive like this; he knows not to push people away, knows that he's only going to have so many people true to him come into his life.  But he can't break old habits easily.

Kitten sighs, leaning onto the island and shaking his head.  "We don't have to go to anyone else.  I just don't know how good I am at helping, especially with something serious like that.  I don't want you going down the wrong path."

The mind is a fragile thing, and Pup's is already broken.  "What exactly are your dreams about?"

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

Dream A Little Dream [[Au]]

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Of course Kitten’s brought up the concept of talking more than once, emphasising all the ways they’re the same, giving vague hints about himself here and there. He never quite pushes, bUt the hints are enough to have Vanitas walking away now and again, stubbornly resisting that level of intimacy. He gets it, the idiot cares. And perhaps the awkward dinners with the two lovebirds where Windy makes him try pastas and desserts and all sorts of crap he admits to never having tried are— pleasant, in their own way. Hh.

"I’m sure you remember some of your other’s childhood." He states once settled. If he’s going to say it, might as well just say it. "It seems it changes from universe to universe, but he’s usually an orphan. Mine— we lived on a filthy little world under martial law. Things were strict; punishments were brutal.” A deep breath. “They’d have public executions in the square every week. The guilty would have their tongues cut out; depending on the crime they could be hung, or shot, stoned… name it and I’ve probanly seen it. Attendance was generally mandatory for registered citizens- I saw my first when I— we were six.”

[vaintas]

He knows.  Of course he knows.  He's only spoken to Pup's other once or twice, But Nomura's childhood was close to the same thing.  At least, he'd gathered as much.  His memories were a bit blotched and vague, though, because KH had to sort through too much and those had gotten the worst end of the deal.

"Is that what your nightmares are about?" Kitten asks, gravitating towards the fridge.  He brings out juice because he's said time and time again about how Pup didn't need soda, and how he needed to start eating a healthier diet.

He supposes he parents him sometimes.

"Because sometimes a lot of those things aren't nightmares.  They're flashbacks.  If you really want we can get you to talk to someone more professional; Ven knows a few people."

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

Dream A Little Dream [[Au]]

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

"…No." Having two people, either side of him? No. For one, he’d probably wind up hurting one of them— if he even managed to fall asleep. His shoulders tense even thinking about it. Shaking his head, Vanitas runs a hand through his hair, a distracted, disheveled motion that makes him wish for his mask the second he does it, the look on his face must be— Control yourself. Letting out a slow breath, his face closes off, a little more reserved. “I figured…we’d try the other thing.” Slow and grudging, with plenty of pauses. “Talking.”

[vaintas]

He seems so stressed, and Kitten would reach out and hug him if he liked hugs.  But he doesn't, so their ways of communication and comfort are a little limited.  

Talking, though?  It's the first time he's suggested it.

"Sure," he offers with a smile, and he ends up taking Vani into the kitchen where he can turn on more lights and set him down on a bar stool by the island.  "You know I'll understand more than anyone."

He's glad he's gotten to know Pup, because they connect.  A lot.  Same memories, and same reaction to them.  "What's on your mind?"

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

Dream A Little Dream [[Au]]

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He probably shouldn’t be glad to see the other looking so tired, but he’s tired himself. Tapping a tune impatiently into his thigh as Kitten sits down, he shoots him the usual look of ire at the nickname— a bit more honestly annoyed by it than usual. This isn’t the time for affection and nicknames. “They’re getting worse. Ever since you told me to try sleeping properly.” Once a night for a solid six hours, rather than the two or three hours here and there he’d survived on for so long. The look on his face is accusatory. “Every time now. I tried staying up for a few days, but they’re still there.”

You said this would help me.

[vaintas]

Kitten bites his lip and considers for a moment.  He tried sleeping regularly, and that should have worked.  They've tried everything at this point, and he's sure that Vani's trust in him is gonna go up in smoke.

"Maybe you just need someone there," he says softly.  His hand finds its way into black spikes, and he rubs at Vani's temples.  "Someone to watch you."

He looks back at Ven, knowing he wouldn't mind.  He's hospitable in the worst of times, and even if he has to get up early, he's done it next to two Vanitas' before.

"You wanna sleep between us?"

[roleplayerscoffeeshop]

 I LOVE when three or more indies coordinate on a particular verse all their characters occupy, whether it’s the muns’ mainverse or not. It makes it so much fun to follow a storyline that affects multiple characters.

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

Dream A Little Dream [[Au]]

His footsteps are quiet, because he doesn’t want to wake both of them up. It’s dark in the house, aside from a single light on in the bathroom- how was he supposed to know this world was big enough for differing timezones. Well he does now, and Kitten is asleep. Tch, well that’s just perfect, isn’t it?

Glowering at their prone forms on the bed isn’t precisely making him feel any better, either. Considering Kitten said he’d always be there for him, it’s almost a betrayal in his mind, even if that voice is there in the back of his mind, the one that whispers he could just wake them up if he really wanted to. Internally seething, he settles for slumping down on their couch instead, refusing to wince at the loud groan of protest from the springs. If it’s that old, they should just replace the stupid thing.

[vaintas]

That sound wakes him up pretty quickly.

He's been trained--or, well, kind of; he has memories of being trained--to wake up at the slightest disturbance.  And those springs?  They triggered it.  Ven still snoozes away beside him, out cold, but he's sitting up and examining the room.

Is that...

"What are you doing here, Pup?"

The nickname had been...less than fond when they first met.  But gradually, especially when they had gotten used to each other, it was met with adoration.  With a few creaking springs of his own, he climbs out of bed and wanders over to the couch to sit next to his other.

"Did you have a nightmare?" he asks gruffly, still waking up.  "You look pale..."

[baekhyuneeh]

Blow up my inbox.

[vaintas]

Would you rather..

Fuck, kill or marry

This or that

Personal questions

Creepy anons

Random questions

Advice

Love/hate

Anonymous secrets

Anything you want!

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

[[EVENT]] Ready, Set, Apocalypse!

So with a newfound sense of optimism (and insanity) I’m finally working to bring my baby plot for Crazitas out of the bag, because a Vanitas without a goal is a very sad Vanitas indeed. And whilst I know I could keep this specifically to a few verses that Crazitas interacts with, I thought— hey! Who doesn’t enjoy a little Apocalypse Now for their characters? So this is what’s happening right now:

✘ Sometime between April 14th and April 25th, I am proposing a blog wide event which will involve several universes beginning to crumble. And guess what? Several universes= yours. How and why I’m keeping to myself for now, but that’s the gist of it. Suddenly apocalypse. ✘ This can be treated as an m!a, or perhaps just an AU of your current muse’s daily works! There’s no rigidity to this; it’s whatever you want to do. So if you like the idea, but don’t want it to affect your character’s progress, they don’t need to see this as canon. ✘ It will affect the multiverse. Which means your character doesn’t have to be in the Kingdom Hearts gang, doesn’t have to be a keyblade wielder— they could be good old Gary or Stu. Any universe whatsoever, from simple modern day aus to magic and dragons. Anything is fine. ✘ The more people we can get involved, the more chances for those wonderful moments you may not have gotten to rp before! Death, survival, fighting ghoulish monsters, investigating the cause, saving the day— or even just holing up in a bar and toasting your ass goodbye. There are so many themes and emotions you can draw out with such a prompt, so imagine if a whole bunch of us did it at the exact. Same. Time. ✘ Oh, and say you’ve never, and don’t really want to, rp with me? A w e s o m e. Of course if you wanted to be more involved we can talk stuff out and plot away, but if you’d rather just enjoy the moment with friends- sweet. Again, the best part will be multiple blogs doing this simultaneously. So Vanitas will probably be doing his own thing unless we decide to plot stuff out. ✘ So how long will this go for? About a week, but time is always a little wibbly wobbly. Even after the main things die down, if you’ve got stuff ongoing, just go for it!

Lastly, the only thing I’m really asking for is for people to like and reblog this so I can judge interest and make sure everyone gets updates if they need them. I’ll be sure to reblog this a few times myself, and even offer some foreshadowing to those interested as well, so thank you in advance! If you have any questions from here, throw them my way and we’ll see what I’ve failed to mention, herp.

[thecrowlng]

[roleplaysituationsandstuff]

Send 'You belong to ME' and watch how my muse reacts.

[vaintas]

                            ｙｏｕ put your arms { around } me and I am ＨＯＭＥ

[empathd-blog]

SEND ME A ✍ AND I’LL INTRODUCE YOU TO A MUSE THAT I'D LIKE TO RP AS.

[sleepingfloods-blog]

He stumbles in through a portal, sunkissed and jet lagged, but holding out a package. "I got you a thing."

"Is it a live thing?"

"And sit down before you pass out."

[sleepingfloods-blog]

"I suppose so." He stretches, sliding off the seat and standing. "Let’s go then. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him anyway and it feels weird."

[vaintas]

"Yeah, good," he says with a half smile, creating a portal.  Although by now, the urge for hugs is pretty overwhelming.

So he rushes forward and wraps his arms around the god, messily kissing next to his ear.  Platonically.  Sort of.  "I missed you."

[vaintas]

unholy-keyblader replied to your post: //any of my new follows want rp? c:

((i m new follow u don kno me we shuld rp 83))

//haaa we can do skype stuff or bro stuff depending on who/how u are feelin

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