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@voidedgear
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an independent, private roleplay blog for VANITAS of Kingdom Hearts. This blog is primarily post-KH3. Please read rules before interaction. Splintered by NIX.
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"Hello there, brother," Vanitas sneers as he emerges from the dark portal. The moment the blond turns around and Vanitas sees the face attached to the heart, he pauses. Just for a moment. Not enough to be noticeable—so he tells himself.
Just another one of the World's hilarious jokes.
Vanitas regards the other boy beneath his helmet, crimson eyes rolling up and down his stance, instinctively picking out a million ways he might knock him off his feet. Determining what Xehanort would have done to punish him for leaving openings. They were nothing but weaknesses that needed to be tempered away under the hammering of a Keyblade.
"I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of meeting you."
He extends his hands outward, a rictus grin spreading across his covered face. "How does it feel to leave the Nothingness behind and bask in the embrace of the light?"
it’s tempting to manifest his keyblades and ward off the masked figure in a fight. but he carries a gait of animosity, whilst words are spoken almost as an act of amiability. he knows his name—vanitas. but knows little else other than the hesitance to bring up his name by the ones who did know this… vessel of xehanort. what would he want with roxas? they have no reason to be acquainted. some strangers are better off as characters in the background.
"we didn’t need to meet." a simple truth spoken. the raised hand is entirely dismissed, and roxas’ gaze narrows in wariness. if it is a conversation vanitas, wants, then he’ll talk. "i was never part of the light, but i chose to step into it because my friends were waiting. so why didn’t you? what's in the darkness for you?"
“Wow, and I came all the way out here to meet’cha, too. I didn’t expect such a frigid response.” But rather than being put off, Vanitas seems to find it funny. He reaches up to clasp his chest as if he’s been wounded. His voice almost sounds warm and affectionate—but it’s missing something crucial that would make it convincing.
Shockingly, this is a much better reception than Vanitas had expected, even with Roxas’s blunt response. Kindness and understanding are foreign, things to be mistrusted and punished. Cold indifference? It’s as familiar as the stinging sand of the Graveyard.
So, he laughs and rests his hands on his hips.
“Huuuh? You wanna know about me?” He tilts his head to the side, like a curious dog. Then he rolls his eyes under the helmet. A sigh edging on pure exasperation leaves his throat. “I didn’t choose the darkness. I am the darkness. There’s a pretty big distinction there that you idiots just aren’t getting.”
“And even if it was, it wasn’t my choice to begin with.”
Bonus: Norted Version
━ 「 𝓣𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝓡𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 」 : THE CROWN JEWEL OF CRESENT CITY.
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#𝓡𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄 : an independent and selective canon compliant expansion of princess tiana from princess and the frog. dni if under twenty and read rules before interaction. as kissed by rinni, dotted with hearts ( twenty-five. she/her. black. ) ©
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❝ guess 'm jus tryna understand is all suga. my daddy used to always say even the best of man could have his days. ❞ tiana did not understand all of vanitas' ramblings but she knew firsthand that all matters of emotion could be fickle , she knew that heart or noheart everybody could feel --- even if it was only by superficial standards. after all , what was the difference between nobody , a black women , and a puppet? two of those three even when viewed as less than still had more rights than her kinfolk did once upon a time. ❝ but. ❞ a pause. ❝ bad days do not mean you can just send all manners of hoodoo voodoo heartless after me , understand? ever stop ta think that ya might be complete just as ya are? ❞
Vanitas didn’t exactly seek understanding, so it hardly bothered him when some nobody girl from an unimportant world couldn’t. Though, if you asked Vanitas if he understood Tiana, he wouldn’t have been able to say that he did.
He did, however, understand that Tiana was lecturing him. His eyes narrowed behind the opaque mask and he frowned.
“Oh? You mean like this?” He asked rhetorically. Vanitas shifted his posture and a pair of yellow eyes opened in the shadows of the alleyway, answering the call of his strong will. The Soldier Heartless sprung forth, its claw-like hands slashing at her.
“You don’t know me.” Vanitas says, an angry laugh leaving his chest. “You don’t know a thing about me.”
Friends.
It’s Spoopy Time.
file name: little guys
[idk. something about eyes]
took long and didn't even like it in the end ._.
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He looked like Sora. He acted... Nothing like him.
Very interesting, indeed.
"...?"
Hunter might've just threatened him, but he's still the one standing unharmed at the edge of the tower; so, he starts moving slowly around the stranger, trying to appear as if he's just casually taking a good look at the other.
" Curiousity. "
" Just that, really? " He asks, his frustrations starting to transpire just lighty. Who-- or what the hell is this guy, who managed to appear out of thin air in probably the most defended fortress in the Boiling isles? Taking Hunter, one of the best soldiers of the coven, by surprise, even.
" So you're not from around here, I take it? Do you know where you are right now? "
The golden mask stays firm in his gloved hand, probably the only think he'll be able to use as a weapon if a fight were to start. " I'm the Golden Guard, right hand man of the Emperor who rules these lands. You really, really need to give me a better reason not to arrest you for tresparring. "
Vanitas's stance appears relaxed at first glance, but someone trained to see it would certainly notice the tension in his shoulders and legs. He watches Hunter move around him, not making any aggressive movements toward him.
"I just thought it'd have a good view." He jerks his head toward the landscape. "Though, I guess that huge knee-lookin' cliff might'a been a better vantage point. But I've always thought if you wanted to get to know a place, you gotta visit its heart. This is the beating heart of this island, ain't it?"
Vanitas pauses for the other to continue, then rolls his eyes beneath the mask.
"Arrest me?" There was no jail in the world that could hold Vanitas so long as Void Gear answered his call. "Heh. I'd like to see you try."
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what if Vanitas hung a live, laugh, love picture up in his hobo cave
