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like this for a starter. capping at 3.

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“I’ll put it bluntly. You’re all ugly.”

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voidgearing

“.. You’re a nasty one, aren’t you? Whatever it is you want, I’m not interested in any of it. So go find someone else to bother.“

She’d felt their presence coming from behind her and hadn’t even turned to face them. She did, however, move her hand towards the hilt of her sword. Servants like him showed up from time to time. The type that didn’t quite fit the definition of ‘heroic’, but was summoned as a Servant nonetheless. Then again, becoming a Heroic Spirit wasn’t limited to those who were heroic and just.

A pinkish aura of pure magical energy enveloped her form, making it clear that she was prepared to strike should his intentions prove to be hostile.

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“Oh, I was just curious if that shoddy outfit was some way to distract lesser Masters and Servants from fighting you. You might want to look into some new clothing. Those things are liable to get sliced up.”

He showed no intentions of attacking...but then again, he had no visible weapon on his person. He could summon it at will, after all. He’d felt her presence the moment one of his Unversed had passed through the area. He rested one hand upon his hip, smirking behind his helmet as the woman surrounded herself with magical energy. “Man...you itchin’ for a fight that badly?”

He brought a hand forth nonchalantly, ready to summon his keyblade at a moment’s notice. “Fair warning, lady. If you draw your sword... I’m gonna kick your ass. I’m guessin’ you’re a Saber, but that’s just going based on the sword there.”

#garoutensei #baiken o1 #time to fite

panthermask:

❛ you can control shadows?! ❜ the exclamation comes softly, mainly to herself as she tries to understand what he’s saying. generally only people within palaces are able to control shadows; the only exceptions are those within mementos, and those aren’t controlled by anyone. so what does this mean if he can control them? she’s trying to think of something, anything, and she’s really regretting the fact that she doesn’t try to study harder. makoto or akira definitely would be able to come to some sort of conclusion with this!

ann glares at him when he comments; if nothing else, it makes her stand a bit taller and firmer. ❛ so i’ve been told, ❜ is all she replies with. all she can see him as is a villain: a power-abuser who likes to pick fights to assert dominance. he’s no better than those evil people with palaces, honestly!

if ann is a bit more astute, she might’ve noticed how vehement he spits when he refers to his master. but she isn’t, so she doesn’t—instead, she’s trying to think of some sort of getaway plan. ❛ excuse me?! you won’t gain more power by that! ever heard of exercise and working out? ❜ this guy seriously seems like a video game antagonist! wanting powering by killing other people who don’t want to fight? how does that even make sense? ❛ i’m sure there’s a gym somewhere far, far away that you could go to! ❜

“I’m not sure what a ‘shadow’ is supposed to be but no. That’s not what it is. But I don’t really have to explain that to you. My ‘master’ already knows all about it so I don’t have to explain squat to her either. Lucky me.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders and a shake of his head. He had no desire to let out the details of the Unversed to the woman. After all, they were connected to the source of his power. Negative feelings. When those things accumulated, Unversed were born. He had control over the Unversed. But once they were connected to him, they were a part of him. When they got hurt, he got hurt.

That just fueled the anger.

Vanitas gave an absent swing of his keyblade, flaunting it before her and turning his helmeted head toward her. “You don’t know how this thing works. I can extract someone’s heart with it and absorb it into myself. That’ll give me even more power than I’ve already got. Also...it’s common knowledge that in order to get strong, you have to defeat others. Working out and exercising wouldn’t do anything for us Servants. But I guess I shouldn’t expect someone like you to know that.”

“Y’know. You masters have it pretty easy. You get to boss around people that are ten times stronger than you. If I wanted to, I could probably cave your skull in just by flicking your forehead. Lucky for you... I don’t feel like hearing her bitch and moan about it later. She’ll find out if I do it somehow.” He flicked his wrist dismissively, the keyblade in his hand dissipating in a flash of purple and black light.

“What’s your name?”

#panthermask #ann o1 #look...he's not gonna buy that

isistance:

“How are you feeling?” Simple yet sincere. As a machine created to empathize and nurture the emotional state of humans, it would be against her very being not to ask this question often to the point of being almost tedious. To friends and strangers, she wanted to be a beacon of support. Especially those, like this young man, who gave off a heavy feeling… something suffocating and difficult to describe…

“Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all: I am a Personal Frame. As a digital assistant, please allow me to offer my services to you. My only desire is to see you happy.”

@voidgearing

He’d let his guard down. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. The girl approached him, asking him how he was feeling. The dome-shaped helmet covering his face slowly turned toward her, revealing her reflection in it. Bright yellow eyes narrowed upon her before he rolled his shoulders slowly. “Hungry.” He said simply, though it was more a mocking tone than anything, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. Those emotions that she sensed were nothing but negativity. All swirling beneath the surface. Anger, sadness, jealousy, hate. All of it consumed him and, were he not who he was, he would likely have been destroyed by it long ago. Those feelings left one consumed by Darkness...but he was Darkness.

“You can get lost. I’m not looking for a therapy session or some servant woman to attend my every whim.”

#isistance #personal frame o1 #i'm sorry he's such an awful person

panthermask:

❛ pathetic? ❜ ann repeats questioningly, almost doubting his words. after all, shadows may seem small when they’re congregated—but as soon as combat begins, five could pop out! and with resistances to physical attacks and neutral to fire? ( fighting the shadows in kaneshiro’s palace sends shivers down her spine. talk about getting a beating. ) yet there’s no way that he wouldn’t have known that if it’s his, right? is he a shadow? maybe this is his palace? is this even a palace at all?

( too many unknowns; too many questions. ugh, where the heck is akira or morgana when you need them?! )

❛ —excuse me?! ❜ the insult offends her, though his weapon summon does little to deter her anger. perhaps it’s rage that fuels her, stopping her from feeling any fear. eyebrows furrow for a second; her foot slides back into a defensive position, but she makes no motion to flee. she has nothing against escaping when necessary—but letting this guy get what he wants? no way. ❛ why are you even fighting me? aren’t we all supposed to fight for humanity together? where’s your master? ❜

“Yeah. Pathetic. Why do you think I send those ones out? They don’t consume much energy and they’re decent enough scouts.” By now, he had a pretty decent lay of the land. He’d sent out about ten or so of those things without much hindrance. He hadn’t felt any pain or anything so naturally nobody had attacked them. Vanitas had chosen one to follow and that one had just so happened to cross the girl.

His keyblade flickered threateningly with dark energy as he tilted his masked head slowly. She wasn’t standing down? And she wasn’t running? She didn’t even back up. “You’re feisty.” He said simply, brandishing the weapon and giving it a light flourish, the keychain jingling about slowly.

“I don’t care about all that. I don’t even care where she is.” He said, using the term a bit angrily. He would never call her his ‘master’. Not on his own life which was arguably the only life he gave a damn about. “I just want more power. The best way to do that is to kill off other masters and servants. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

#panthermask #ann o1 #you'd be waiting for a long time if you'd be waiting for him to apologize #he'd never do it jadioajsiod

VANITAS - { kingdom hearts }

a huge asshole

seriously just look at him

he’s also edgy as hell and will Fight anyone in his vicinity if they let him

he’s stuck with a Master he dislikes so it’s only natural that he’s kind of a disobedient shitheel

don’t even bother trying to be friends with him, he thrives off hatred and negativity

seriously d-don’t even try it...!

#fsl follow

reignfell:

💧 ▍TIME began to flow once more and it was not simply the environment that teemed with a new life but her heart as well. Free of the darkness that was constantly trying to force its way in. The AI’s explanation had been clear enough but the Master had her doubts that she was truly unbound from her prior dwelling. It would seem that she traded one heroic quest for another though the goal’s the outcome in partaking was far broader than the last.

Nonetheless, the keyblade wielder was no stranger to foreign grounds though she craved nothing more than to return to a home that no longer was. The cube of information that she had been given offered some guidance. Although a skilled spellcaster the ritual laid out before her was filled with magic she had never seen before. In the past, she had never tried to summon another being there was a small part of her that feared what would happen to the other party if she misstepped somehow.

Speaking the instructed words the circle she had drawn began to glow. The light became blinding forcing her eyes shut until the illumination ceased. When the gloom returned a masked boy stood across from her. ❝No…❞ With one look at him, she backed away, not out of fear but from the shock of it all.❝This can’t be right. I must have done the spell wrong.❞ She shook her head but she knew her own words to be false, spells were her specialty this was no mistake. When the shock dissipates she speaks again but this time far more subdued.

❝From you? Nothing, but apparently this isn’t a question of want or not want.❞ Raising the Triplicata in hand she inspects the object. ❝It’s a necessity.❞

Bright yellow eyes narrowed upon the woman. Despite the fact that he had his keyblade leveled at her, he didn’t really feel the desire to lash out at her. He very well could have...but there was a connection there. As though something were passing between the two of them. As though she were feeding him with something. Something that wasn’t hate or rage or...any emotion. It was a different kind of power. He recalled the voices that had spoken into his mind, grimacing softly when he remembered the thoughts of ‘Master and Servant’. Just what the hell was this?

“Tch... I want a recount.” Not that anything like that would help. His keyblade disappeared in a burst of dark energy before he placed his hands upon his hips. The fact that...whatever it was had brought them to this point and pulled these two together to work together somehow was more than annoying to the boy. His fingers flexed into fists at his side and he turned away from her, taking a few steps away.

“So.” He paused, turning his head to look at her over his shoulder. “What’s the game plan? Or are you just gonna sit around while this whole ‘thing’ goes on. Whatever this thing is. What’s even the point?” He asked dully, crossing his arms over his chest slowly. He’d play nice with her for now. If only because he could feel her power coursing through him. It wasn’t a terribly large amount but it was enough that he could feel it. And he felt much more powerful than usual on top of it all.

“More importantly...when do we get to the fun part?”

#reignfell #aqua o1 #every day i feel bad that this is happening

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ann @ vanitas, courtesy of @heromask.

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but also

#panthermask #pls #ooc #even i have to apologize for this fool

panthermask:

❛ —ugh! get away from me! ❜ ann shrieks as a small black mass slides across her path, blocking any means of her from leaving her position. her natural impulse is to summon carmen to rid herself of the shadow—but she falters for a second, remembering that her ability to summon is a little different than usual. nonetheless, she prepares to—if nothing else—just smack the thing to death because it’s really starting to annoy her when she’s already in a pissed off mood.

but joyous day! instead of battling it, the creature flees and some black prism ranger wannabe steps through some swirling mass of darkness behind her. his reasoning? to threaten her, of course! isn’t that just lucky? ( they say bad things comes in threes, but she’s starting to feel as if they come in fifty. )

❛ … seriously? okay, edgelord. ❜ ann exaggerates the nickname with a lower tone, nearly scoffing at his threat. sure, under normal circumstances, she should be a little more frightened of what could occur. but honestly? she teleports to an unknown world where humanity is apparently depending on other and other humans—and he wants to go starting fights with other masters. sure, dude. whatever. ( that, and he reminds her of those wannabe gangsters on the street who act tough and treat people like garbage; seriously, how low can you get? ) ❛ how long did you have to prep that line to make sure it sounds as cool and mysterious as you wanted it to be? ❜

“Are you seriously scared of that pathetic little thing?” He asked as he felt the presence of the Flood disappear around a corner. He could still feel where it was going, gaining knowledge about what it saw though. The boy had those feelers all throughout the city, getting a lay of the land. When he felt pain, he knew someone had killed one of them and he could act. It was a strategy that he’d learned to employ rather quickly. A strategy he’d use to try and wine this thing one day.

His gaze shifted toward her, head inclining in her direction slowly, curiously. Her reflection may have been visible in the helmet he wore if she were to look close enough. But nothing could be seen from within it. Not even the pair of yellow eyes that were peering out at her menacingly.

“It took about five seconds. You look like someone who’s pretty easy to pick off.”

He summoned his keyblade to his hand, giving it an idle twirl and turning his head toward her. “It wasn’t just some line. You should run if you know what’s good for you. It’ll make it a little more fun to me.”

#panthermask #ann o1 #god...#expect aqua to want to apologize profusely for her shitty servant tho

@reignfell

It wasn’t a night just like any other. It was darker than most. As though nature herself knew that there was something coming that was dark and cruel. He felt as though he were suspended in darkness. Forever drifting. Forever alone. But for some reason...he’d been at peace with that. Then...a sharp jerk forward and he started being dragged through that thick darkness. What was happening?

He felt himself being pulled faster and faster, a light seeming to gather before him and growing steadily bigger. Brighter. His heart beat faster and for a moment, he knew fear. And that was when darkness started to bubble up from the ground near where she was standing. The masked boy arose from his unfeeling demise and from that pool of darkness he was born anew. A new anger filled him. A new rage.

Slowly, he looked around, helmeted head vaguely reflecting the world before him. He felt his hand flex slowly, part of him wanting to summon forth his keyblade. The other having questions to ask. The blue haired woman in front of him...she was familiar. And that pissed him off. A flash of light brought the Void Gear to his hand and he allowed his helmet to slowly dissipate.

“What do you want?”

#reignfell #aqua o1 #[vanitas voice] say 'call me master' again i dare ya i double dog dare ya

@panthermask

A small black creature with red glowing eyes zipped across the grass. A Flood was scouting the area, holding the attention of a girl. She could see it. That was all the information he needed. Slowly, a black ooze seemed to bubble up from the ground behind the girl who seemed distracted by his Unversed. The creature peeked around corners, hopped up onto a trash can, knocked it over and proceeded to move away from it.

From that bubbling ooze blossomed a black portal from which he stepped out. A black dome-shaped mask covered his face and he looked around, eyes coming to rest upon the girl.

“That’s mine. The fact that you can see it means you’re a servant...or a master. So, which is it? I might hurt you either way so your answer doesn’t really matter.”

#panthermask #ann o1 #i'm so sorry but he's an asshole

@wondersguardian

His body tore through the air sharply, magic seeming to ripple about his form with every lunge he took. Keeping an eye out for servants was hard work. He had to build up his energy somehow an what better way than to go and poke the bear? He came to a halt, body jerking forward upon landing in a crouching position, gaze finding a bearded man just below him. Just what was he doing? Something like him? Scoping out the competition? It didn’t matter.

He landed silently upon the ground from his perch, keeping his distance from the other. There was a smirk hidden behind the pure black helmet that he wore but when he spoke, one could swear that they would hear it in his tone.

“Those workers at the old folks home are slipping. Wonder if they’ll give me a reward if I bring you back. Then again... I could always just break your hip and see what happens from there.”

#wondersguardian #north o1 #sorry old man but i ain't no deadpool--

wondersguardian replied to your post: so i heard there were a bunch of nerds here who...

meet me in the fucking pit

i’m here to shit all over your naughty list and use the nice list as toilet paper

#wondersguardian #this is gross i'm sorry

so i heard there were a bunch of nerds here who wanted to get their asses kicked

like this for a starter. capping at 3. expect him to be a huge prick.

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sup nerds. your friendly neighborhood edgelord here.

I typically go by Eli around the circles of the internet! My actual name because I didn’t listen to my parents. This here particular edgelord in my repertoire is the servant of a very goody two-shoes master.

If you wanna plot something, you can hit up my IMs here or shoot me an ask or something. Or you can follow me over on Twitter.

EDIT: I forgot to say I also RP this nerd here.

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Cropped version of a Vanitas/Aquanort comission!

#✖️ - { MASKED BOY }#✖️ - { GALLERY }#✖️ - { BEGRUDGING MASTER }

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