#Vanitas in skirts!

[seraph-sar]

Vanitas! In! Skirts!

[callilemon]

It seems Vanitas isn't having fun.

(Vanitas is literally a magical girl. He even has an attack sequence and everything)

[minalyce]

he is baby?

[monisalado]

Vanitas, Lacie, and Vincent in the Skeleton series Sk + Jsks from Lemiroir

[marcirose]

Made new fits for Roxas, Vani, and Namine cause I think they deserve new fits and also Xion gets to wear pants cause I say so

[fairy-writes]

Hmmmmm let me order a large latte with spice with Toji from JJK (female reader) and another large latte with cream with Noe from Vanitas (female reader) 😌😌

AS SERIOUS AS THE DEAD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: A fluffy Victorian-era imagine with Toji from JJK

Word Count: 1.3k

Fandom(s): Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing(s): Fushiguro Toji x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Resurrection Man!Toji, Reader is shorter than Toji

Notes: I am somewhat inspired by “Anatomy: A Love Story” by Dana Schwartz because that’s the book I just finished lol

This is also like… younger Toji… so I’m taking some liberties with his personality. 

LISTEN I KNOW WHAT I SAID ABOUT THE WORD COUNT

DON’T PERCEIVE ME

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The young man on the corner didn’t draw your attention at first. 

Your mother was prattling on and on about the upcoming season and potential engagements, but you paid her no mind. You just wanted to return to your books. But something about this young gentleman caught your eye. 

He was dressed in a tattered overcoat over a dirty button-down and trousers, hands stuffed in his pockets against the early spring chill. He scuffed his shoes on the cobblestone, and you could see the holes in them from your carriage as you passed. His black hair was ruffled, and those dark eyes of his bore straight into yours. 

You raised a hand and offered a polite wave. The man scoffed and turned his head away, but you could see him watching you out of the corner of his eye.

At least, you could see him until your mother drew the curtains, blocking the outside world, well… outside.

“Hey!” You turn back and exclaim indignantly. Your mother huffs out through her nose and sneers at where the man had been just a few moments ago. 

“There’s no need for you to be looking at those ruffians.” She snaps, and you just roll your eyes and peek under the curtain, ignoring her offended cries. 

But the man is gone. 

You run into the man nearly a week later. 

You have your nose in a book when you run straight into someone and go tumbling to the ground. Your dress and skirts immediately soak up the mud and rainwater from the previous night, and you very nearly drop your book but instead manage to hold it above your head to keep the pages dry. You hurriedly flip through the pages to ensure nothing got on them. Thankfully, there’s not a speck of mud or water on the pages. 

“Oi, do you want help up or not?” Comes a gruff voice, and your eyes shoot up to meet the very same eyes you had been thinking of just this morning over breakfast.

It’s the young man from before!

You quickly grab his hand, noting the calloused nature of it, and he heaves you to your feet easily. Now that you are closer, you can see he’s well-built, especially for someone of his status. His clothes are speckled with dirt, and he holds a spade in his free hand. 

What did he do for a living? 

You realize abruptly he’s waving a hand in front of your face, and you jerk back, nearly tripping again and going back down. His hand grabs your waist and pulls you back into a standing position. The book is squished between the two of you, and you blink up at the man. He offers a cheeky grin, and you push him away. 

“Sorry!” You yelp and tuck your book under your arm so you can brush at the mud coating your bum. 

Only to realize that it’s rather futile. 

You sigh and realize your day is most likely ruined when the man speaks again.

“Follow me. I have a change of clothes.” He says, and when you stare at him, he looks to the skies as if praying for patience. “Y’know, to replace your muddy ones?”

“Oh, I figured. I’m just wondering why I should follow you? I don’t even know you.” You retort, and he sighs. 

Eventually, after some back and forth, you agree to follow the mysterious man whose name you don’t know. 

You really hoped you weren’t about to get murdered. 

He leads you to a boarding house on the edge of town. It isn’t totally run down, but it isn’t super high-end, either. It’s nondescript and quaint. 

The perfect place to get murdered. 

You held your book close to your chest and smiled awkwardly at a panhandler sitting outside the boarding house. 

“Y’bringin’ home a woman, Toji? Y’scoundrel!” The beggar crows, and the young man—Toji?—rolls his eyes and tosses a few farthings into the man’s cup. 

“It’s not like that, and you know it.” He says, but he doesn’t sound upset. He sounds teasing as if this is a joke between friends. 

The man takes note of your book and dress and whistles,

“An’ y’got a proper lady this time!” He says, and Toji ushers you into the boarding house quickly without another word. 

Toji’s room was just as quaint as the outside of the boarding house. It contained a small bed, a dresser, a dressing screen, and two windows. He rummages through the dresser drawers until he finds what he is looking for. 

A dress.

It’s muddy brown in color but will do nicely as you are starting to get cold. You set your book on the dresser and step behind the dressing screen. 

“Thank you.” You say as you attempt to lace up your corset by yourself. 

Keyword being attempt. 

You usually have maids and help. But now? You’re floundering and tugging at the laces.

A few minutes later, Toji finally speaks. 

“You doing okay back there?” He asks, and you make a frustrated noise,

“Just peachy.” You respond and let out a shriek when he comes around the dressing screen. He rolls his eyes and motions for you to turn around. 

“I’m not going to do anything. Just turn around so I can lace you up and get you home.” He says, exasperated, and you eventually comply. 

Toji stays true to his word and doesn’t try anything as he laces up your corset. He deftly maneuvers the laces through the holes and tightens the article of clothing but not so tight so you can’t breathe. 

“Not bad for a body snatcher.” You mumble and realize very quickly that that was not the right thing to say. His hands still, and you swallow thickly. 

Was he going to kill you? 

Body snatching was illegal in these parts. But that didn’t stop people from trying to make a pretty guinea and digging up bodies. 

“I prefer the term “resurrection man,” much more romantic, don’t you think?” He says and finishes up lacing your corset. You turn around and watch him warily. He watches you with the exact same emotion in his eyes. 

He was just as scared of you as you were of him. 

But it wasn’t until he was walking you home that he spoke again. 

“How did you know?” He says as he scuffs his shoes and watches a carriage cross your path. You shrug, closing your book for the umpteenth time so you don’t trip. 

“You were covered in mud. And carried a spade. So I was right then?” You retort and make to cross the street. He catches your arm, and you stop. He looks around to ensure no one is following or listening in on you both. 

“Are you serious?” You gesture awkwardly with your book to the mud still on his clothes.

“As serious as the dead, I suppose.”

Toji throws his head back at that and laughs loud and boisterous. People begin to look, and you duck your head to avoid being stared at. He slings an arm over your shoulders and tugs you into his side roughly. Your book gets bent slightly as it’s stuck between the two of you.

“Oh, I think we’ll get along just fine.” He chuckles in your ear, and you feel your heart begin to race.

Just what had you gotten yourself into with talking to him?

[starrduzt]

im here to spread my Vanitas wears skirts agenda with a sketch of the twin brothers

[strayheartless]

Things heard in the land of departure pt. 5

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Sora: SLEEP! Why hath thou forsaken me!? For it is the morn, and I remain fatigued! Oh woe is me I say, woe is me indeed! *dramatic flop on the grass*

Kairi: Woooooooow…

Vanitas: *sings “everybody wants to be a cat” while wailing on a practice dummy*

Roxas: have I told you lately how much I hate you?

Riku: it’s been ten minutes in counting so I’m gunna lock in ‘yes’ as my answer.

Kairi: that’s a pretty skirt Xion!

Xion: thanks! I stole it from a dead body in port royal!

Ventus: 🎶zipity doo da, zipity day! My oh my, what an absolute emotionally exausting day!🎶

Lea: well colour me green and call me a tonberry.

Isa: *sighs and reaches for the green paint*

Ventus: we can explain!

Sora: no we can’t.

Ventus: yeah, no actually, he’s right we can’t.

Terra: and what do we say, when the going gets tough?

Riku: the tough ask for a hug?

Terra: yeah they do buddy, come here!

Roxas: we’re you dropped on your head as a child?!

Sora: …I mean, yeah probably?

Aqua: my philosophy is, “if I don’t finish all the wine in my glass, but keep topping it up, I’ve only really had one glass.”

Ventus: why are you wearing sunglesses in the rain?

Vanitas: so my eyes don’t give away that most of the moisture on my face is ✨salty✨.

Aqua: okay, the enemy has Sora surrounded and he’s too weak defend himself, what do you do?

Kairi: decimate every living thing

Riku: unleash the darkest part of my heart and level the battle field.

Roxas: skate board in with a potion and a can of woopass.

Xion: panic?

Ventus: and/or cry?

Vanitas: let the brat die.

Sora: incorrect! The answer was stay back and allow rage form to finish the job!

Aqua: *is speechless*

Isa:… something idiotic is occurring, I can feel it.

Roxas, Lea and Xion: *cycle past on a tandum wearing regency attire*

Aqua: nothing gets past those keen moon senses of your huh?

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello

I hope your day is going well and you are in a flow of creative inspiration 🍀

I want to ask you to write something from the NSFW alphabet for Noe from vnc: A = Aftercare, D = Dirty Secret, E = Experience, I = Intimacy, N = NO, P = Pace and V = Volume

I hope I didn't choose too many letters. You can skip letters that you are not comfortable working with. Have a nice day and don't forget to rest

NSFW Alphabet

A = AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)

Noé is a very sweet, compassionate young man, and that translates into his love life. He wants to make sure that his lover is taken care of. Giving them a cuddle. Making sure they are comfortable. They could literally ask him for a croissant and he would dash off into the night to find a late night bakery to find them one. He just wants them to be comfortable & happy.

D = DIRTY SECRET (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes short skirts. They are very rare, given the time and fashion, but the few times he does get to see one he becomes bright red and nearly unable to contain himself.

E = EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Limited. Non-existent really. He’s been isolated his whole life, except for Domi and Louis, so the opportunity to be involved sexually has not been one allotted to him. In fact, his only real experience is some harmless experimentation with Domi & Louis. He’s eager to learn though.

I = INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Incredibly intimate. Though eager to learn, Noé wouldn’t get involved with anyone sexually who he didn’t have an emotionally intimate relationship with. He believes in making love. Not having sex. He’s very intimate and passionate during sex as well. A lot of ‘I love yous’, ‘you’re beautiful’, ‘be mines’ in the dark.

J = JACK OFF (Masturbation headcanon)

He does but he’s very embarrassed about it. Doesn’t really do it much anymore since he shares a room with Vanitas. Noé just feels it’s rude to do that with someone so close by.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dubious consent, of any kind. Even play acting. This has become more of a hard line with the Malnomen and seeing people lose their will. Also pet play? He’ll just think of Murr.

P = PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He wants to take his time. Do it right. He’s also learning, so he wants to take every moment to experience this. Be in the moment with his partner. Who knows how much time they’ll have together, so every moment in each other’s arms counts.

V = VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet. He wants to be considerate of others. W = WILD CARD (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Noé lost his virginity to Domi. It’s why she’s so possessive of him. Though he doesn’t devalue the moment they shared together and the connection, in his heart Domi and he will never be more than friends. Maybe friends who fuck from time to time.

[rxcketwip]

HI!!!

I was updating Vanitas and decided that since his Remnant was basically just Vanitas with the hue slider at 0 it would be easy

...and it was! until I got to his lil hula skirt. I probably should've just edited the texture bc doing it procedurally was fuckin ANNOYING

I'm switching back to my old hair workflow btw, it just looks so much better 😂

v fluffy

also I gave him his keyblade (idk why he didn't already have it, skill issue on my part)

[moraxswhore]

Vanitas

2.1k words

bottom!ghost top!soap

Simon can't fucking take it anymore. All he can think about is the fact that the only thing separating him from Johnny's cock is nothing but a skirt and a full wedding reception. He'd been patient through the entire ceremony and through the first couple hours of the reception, but he can't wait any longer. If he doesn't get his hands under that fucking kilt soon, he's going to stab someone.

- or -

Soap prevents a crime by dicking down his boyfriend

He hated the military full dress uniform. It's itchy and tight, and it feels wrong in all the wrong places compared to his regular work fit, but he was explicitly told, by Price, that he can't wear full tactical gear to Soap’s sister’s wedding. For Johnny, and for Judith, he will put up with the formal wear for one evening, then he can pack it away for at least another six months to gather dust in a closet somewhere.

"You nearly ready, Si?" Ghost hears Johnny call from the bedroom, because he insisted 'it's easier to put a kilt on lying down', so Simon resigned himself to getting ready in the bathroom, attempting to look somewhat presentable. His tie is refusing to sit correctly no matter how much he tries to fix it, his medals situated obnoxiously on his chest feel like a gloat of his crimes, getting a medal for doing his job and being forced to show it off at formal events. He hates it,it puts the attention on him.

"I guess." He gives up on his tie, deciding that how it looks now is as good as it's going to get as he runs a hand through his curls in an pointless attempt to tame them, though after years under the mask, the curls have a mind of their own and refuse to listen to the wishes of any hair product. Simon just accepts defeat and walks out the bathroom.

Ghost knew that Soap was wearing a kilt to the wedding, it was a conversation they had when Simon asked what he should wear. He asked if Soap was also going to be wearing full dress only to be told:

"My mother would skin me alive if I showed up to that wedding in anything other than a MacTavish tartan kilt and I am more scared of my mum than I will ever be of Price."

So, Ghost should have been prepared to see Soap in a kilt for the first time, knowing that it was happening. Goddamn, was he wrong. Walking out of the bathroom and seeing Soap in a full kilt, white shirt, and black jacket hugging his frame just right, it does something to Ghost. There’s just enough leg visible, that Ghost feels like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time.

"Mum can't complain that I haven't cleaned up for Judy's wedding, can she?" Soap laughs as he bends over to fix his shoelaces, and that's when Simon sees it, more like what he doesn’t see. A lack of underwear under the kilt, the MacTavish family jewels in all their pride and glory, his cock hanging free and heavy. He could put his face right in there, eat Johnny out right now with no issue (other than Mama MacTavish murdering them for being late), but with such a delightful meal in front of him, Simon thinks he could die a happy man. "Steamin' Jesus Si, you look like a fucking wet dream in that suit, I'd devour you right now if it wouldn't make us late."

Soap walks over to him and quickly fixes his tie and the mess that is his uncooperative curls, and Simon has to fight the urge to drop to his knees right there in the room, instead forcing his feet to move, following Soap out the door and to the church.

This is going to be a long day.

Simon can't fucking take it anymore. All he can think about is the fact that the only thing separating him from Johnny's cock is nothing but a skirt and a full wedding reception. He'd been patient through the entire ceremony and through the first couple hours of the reception, but he can't wait any longer. If he doesn't get his hands under that fucking kilt soon, he's going to stab someone.

He watches from the side of the room as Johnny dances with his sister, the pair laughing as Judith steps on his feet; Ghost would probably find it just as funny if he wasn't bricked up and leaking all over his underwear. It reaches a point of, in Johnny's words, ‘too horny to think anything other than gay’, that he has to do something about it. The solution? Ghost strides over to where Johnny and his sister are dancing and barks out at him to follow.

And Johnny, the ever loyal soldier, follows without question, passing his sister off to dance with their father before striding after Simon, trailing behind him through the corridors of the church  to the now-empty chapel, the rest of the wedding guests in the banquet room for the reception. 

Johnny is barely in the room before Simon has the door closed and the Scot pressed against the mahogany wood. He sinks to his knees, forcing his way under the kilt and he's met with the thick musk of Johnny's sweat. Moaning as he noses at Soap’s balls, Simon licks at the seam between his thigh and crotch, the salty ambrosia melting on his tongue as he explores every crevice he can reach, Soap’s hand on his head trying to guide him to his cock.

"Please, Simon." Johnny's whines only spur Ghost on, licking and sucking on any and all exposed skin his mouth can find, painting Soap’s thighs in an array of purple bruises. The heavy weight of Soap’s cock against his face, leaking precum down his cheeks, has him so lost in desperation that he finally takes the cock head in his mouth, moaning whorishly at the salty desire dripping onto his tongue.

"Should've done this this morning, maybe you wouldn't have been such a moody brat then," Johnny says as he lifts the kilt just enough to run his fingers through the unruly curls of Simon’s hair, grabbing a handful tightly to control him. "Such a cock hungry slut, you couldn't even wait until the reception was over, can't go a few hours without being filled like a whore."

Moans and whines echo off the walls as Soap bullies Ghost’s throat with his cock, the rough pace making his eyes water as the tears threaten to spill, spurred on by the delightfully degrading words being spat at him. He can't help whining in displeasure as he's pulled off of Soap’s cock, guided to stand by the hand still tightly holding his hair, and roughly dragged to the nearest pew.

"You want to act like a whore, then I'll treat you like one."

Soap pushes him down onto a pew, his back against the hard wood of the seat as Johnny makes quick work of removing his trousers and underwear leaving him bare from the waist down. He forces his legs open, hooking one leg over the back of the pew he’s lying on, the other over the pew in front and the cold air against his cunt makes him realise just how wet he is. "Look at you, dripping for it, so desperate for my cock."

The painful pleasure of Soap’s hand hitting his cock knocks the air from his lungs, the wood of the pews digging into his legs as he tries to force them closed, it earns him a displeased tut from Johnny and another slap to his already sensitive cock. 

"Take what you're given like the good boy I know you can be." Soaps fingers easily slide into his slick hole, with Simon’s symphony of moans echoing off the hallowed walls. The sunlight streams in through the stained glass windows, painting Ghost's body in a heavenly array of colour. "Look at you, a work of art laid beneath me, God watching as I defile you in His house."

Ghost can feel the tears forming in his eyes as Soap’s fingers hit all the right spots inside him, the impending orgasm building.

"Do you think He's jealous? Jealous that I have death falling apart in my fingers, moaning my name, worshipping me in His house." Johnny leans in close to whisper in his ear, Simon’s whimpers and whines entangling themselves in the praise. Every word and sound enunciated by the wet sound of Soap's fingers in Simon’s slick hole, his thumb stroking his cock. "Go on, Mo ghràdh, show him how you sing your praises."

His orgasm rushes through him, Soap's fingers never stopping their assault on his cock and the overstimulation has his legs shaking against the pews. 

"Too much, please." Words tumble out his mouth as Simon struggles to contain his noises. The oversensitivity on his cock after his orgasm never relents, even after Johnny removes his fingers from him. Ghost watches through half lidded eyes as Johnny licks his fingers clean from Simon's slick. "Johnny, I can't, no more."

"You'll take what you're given, doll." Soap lifts up his kilt to reveal his hard, leaking cock, the underside of the kilt stained with precum. Simon watches as his lover gathers slick from his used hole, using it to ease the glide on his cock. He can't control the stuttering of his hips as Soap rubs his leaking tip against Simon's cock, pleas and whines escaping his mouth. "I haven't even had my fill yet, didn't realise I was dating such a selfish little slut."

"No, please, want you." He knows he sounds pathetic, his voice barely above a whine, a whimper, but he can't find it in him to care, not when the thought of Soap's cock inside him, his lover roughly using him as he pleases, sings so loudly in his ears he can't begin to care about how loud his moans are. "Use me, please."

"Oh don't you worry, doll, I'll treat you right." Simon's eyes flutter shut at the slight pressure of Johnny's cock entering his hole, the full feeling hitting just right as his lover's hips meet his, giving him no time to adjust before Johnny sets a rough pace. The sound of skin on skin echoes off the walls, accompanied beautifully by the tenor of moans leaving the pair’s lips. "Should keep you bred all the time, nice and full with my seed, my perfect little cumdump for me to use. Always nice and wet for me, bend you over any surface and have my way with you, leave you dripping with my cum."

"Yes, please, yes-" The air knocks out his lungs as Soap grabs his thighs, folding him in half, his knees against his chest, Soap's cock hitting deeper than before, his mind blanking from the pleasure as he feels Soap's fingers enter his mouth in an attempt to silence him.

"Don't want the entire church to hear how much of a whore you are, wouldn't want them walking in, seeing you begging for my cock." Soap's pace never relents, the pain of his lovers hips slamming against his, and the burn in his thighs adding to the cacophony of blinding pleasure building in his core. "A big, strong lieutenant whimpering and whining for his subordinate's cock, brought to tears by having a cock in his hole, and what a pretty hole it is for me to use. For only me to use."

All he can do is make muffled moans as the weight of Soap's fingers in his mouth, pushing on his tongue. The degrading praise of Johnny's words flood his brain as he whines pathetically around the fingers in his mouth, his second orgasm rushing through him, his slick squirting out of him soaking the underside of Soap’s kilt, the relentless pace never slowing, the overstimulation shivering through his body.

"Look at you, my own fountain of youth, only I know how to make you flow." Soap's pace stutters as he buries himself so his hips are flush with Simons as he cums deep inside, the tip of his cock grinding against Simons cervix. "Gonna fill you up, breed you nice and full."

Soap begins to pull out, Ghost instinctively wraps his legs around his lover's waist to stop him, wanting him to stay inside, but his mind comes back to the present as he remembers where they are. He tries looking around for something to wipe himself with, not wanting to go through the rest of the reception with cum dripping out of him.

"You got a tissue?" Soap chuckles at him before throwing his underwear and suit trousers at him.

"No, you want to act like a whore, then you can deal with the consequences." He watches in disbelief as Soap fixes the kilt to make it look presentable, and not like he's just fucked the daylights out of his boyfriend. "And maybe if you're good, I'll treat you when we get home."

Simon accepts that he's going to have to leave the mess that's currently leaking from his hole and begrudgingly pulls on his underwear and dress trousers. If his treat is even half as good as what just happened, then it'll be worth ruining his underwear.

That kilt is going to be the death of him.

[transpanda-1]

🎹Wait yeah actually waht's up with that. Like one poster is something but two??

What else c-could that be referencing sdiufhsfkjh,,,

Hey remember when they casually implied that Ventus was trans. Because I do.

[lemimmaid]

Day 4: Dream

Vea (she/her)

Taking in a lost Darkness puppy.

Artists: Gazzi, Baydews, @ar-guile

Background:

While traversing the rooftops of San Fransokyo at night, Vea stumbles across an unconscious boy in a pile of garbage, wearing what she assumes is some sort of vigilante getup.

Having been recently freed from Xehanort's influence, the Darkness known as "Vanitas" is seeking a new host, but accidentally finds a new Master instead when the girl responds with an unimpressed demeanor to his "I am darkness" spiel, and clips a dog leash onto the base of his helmet before leaving him in the alley and heading home.

After exploring the city a bit, Vanitas finds himself with nowhere to go and not enough power to leave, so he seeks out his new master, following her like a lost puppy.

Introduction:

He came in through the window.

Honestly, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Meeting a boy on the rooftops in the dead of night, wind whipping his messy hair this way and that for a breathless moment of eye contact.

Her own storybook-blonde curls were less than magical, she could feel the weight of her hip-length hair concentrating into a gnarled nest against her back and long pieces lashing at her bare skin like a flogger. There would be a storm soon. The air was thick and heavy with energy, and she was sure she'd hear the rolling growl of thunder in the distance if not for the shrill whistle of the wind battering her eardrums. The world around them was a coiled spring on the verge of snapping.

In the dim light, she thought his mouth was moving. Was he talking to her? She squinted against the bangs smacking against her face, shifting her feet to balance better. "What?!"

Vea felt her voice in her throat, felt it buzz through her skull, but if the sound made it into the air it was immediately snatched away on the wind like a leaf. This was pointless. A brief moment passed, and she gestured vaguely in his direction before turning away and crossing the tiles as quickly as she dared to the adjacent building.

Bracing herself with one arm, she slid sideways down the angled roof, one step at a time, and lowered herself onto a wide windowsill, tripping the latch with her fingernail. Her grip tightened as she lost balance slightly, startled by the loud clatter of the window bursting open in the wind. A steadying hand closed over her wrist, and she looked up. The boy had followed her, expression unreadable in the conflicting light, so she dropped her eyes away from him. She offered him a nod of thanks, waiting until his grip loosened to slip inside, re-latching the window when he made it in after her.

The sudden lack of sound was painful, and she idly rubbed at her ears. They stung badly from the cold, sharp air, not to mention the ringing and dizzying pressure. 

"Fuck," the boy—Vanitas?—muttered under his breath. Vea raised an eyebrow, turning to him with a curious expression. He was untangling something in his hands, a wad of knotted chain and leather rope. Following the rope to its base, it was attached to that same helmet and tangled in some kind of tattered skirt and mess of belts around his waist.

"You good?" she asked, a hint of dry amusement creeping into her tone. Some fairy tale. Who wore such a stupid outfit, let alone while running around on rooftops in the middle of a windstorm. Weirdo. "Have to admit, I didn't think I'd see you prowling around the neighborhood again after yesterday. Couldn't keep me off your mind?"

"Couldn't get the leash off," he replied dryly, not looking up from his task. "Thought you might want it back."

A small surge of heat clenched at her chest, but she managed to keep the embarrassment from reaching her face. "What a gentleman, skulking around on a girl's roof to return her lost property."

Vanitas snorted a laugh, the barest smirk curling his lips. "Can you call it lost when you clipped it onto my helmet?"

"You expected me to sit pretty and listen to your dumb supervillain speech? You sounded ridiculous and I reacted appropriately."

"Fine, whatever."

"Good boy."

The pause that followed wasn't as awkward as she'd expected, but her words hung almost visibly in the air between them. She hadn't thought she'd see him again, especially with how abruptly she'd left.

"Anyway," he said, giving up on untangling his skirt and belts. He'd finally extracted the leash from the gnarled mess and, clearly thinking that was enough for now, held it out to her.

A playful smile crossed her lips. "What, you didn't want to keep it to remember me by?"

"Don't think I'll need it," he replied. "You make an impression, Master."

"...excuse me?"

Today you get Vea. Tomorrow? Who knows...

thank you @ar-guile for being my vanitas dialogue consultant

[vanixing-thts]

[A bit more about my ears…]

I wanted to make a master post about my ears but I don’t have many DIY photos of most of them. Still I will do my best for anyone interested!

Long post ahead ….. ٩(─︣ ‿‿ ─᷅)۶

🗝️♥️🗝️ ..

The first pair I made was for Vanitas, because he’s the best boy! I was meeting up with some irl KH friends for the first time and I doodled a pretty cool design so I made them. It took me around a week to make them:

I put the teeth of his keyblade around the ears, incorporated his gold, black, and red colors, and used a clear garden stone for his helmet. The bow is comprised of his “skirt” and the helmet. As you can see they are cool but… alot. They were really top heavy too. So I remade them and added some tweaks, like using thinner foam:

I was satisfied with them and they were less top heavy, then I commissioned my new friend yuri (suba_rashii on twitter) and it became my official al vanitas ears!

Next I made a pair for Roxas! He was my first ever favorite kingdom heart’s character and I fell in love with the checkered idea. These only took two days to make. I hand glued the squares which is why they’re crooked but I still love them. The little roxas is felt, I wish I was good at resin or acrylic but thats a-whole-nother beast by itseld. Art by me, featuring me!

After that I took a brief break from Kingdom hearts and made a pair based off inosuke from demon slayer! These were a bit more challenging because I decided to used plush ears instead of foam ones but I loved how they turned out. Amazing art I commissioned from @nanariemi went along with them! Fun fact: The disney employees liked these so much we got to skip the line once. 👀

And… there is so much more to show and share but that’s all tumblr will allow me to put for now. Maybe soon I will do a part 2 to this post. Regardless, thanks for making it this far and I’m so happy people were interested in what I had made! Everyone has been so nice here, haha.

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Have a good day everyone, and may your heart be your guiding key! 🗝️

[ovaruling]

All technological developments can usefully be studied with a focus on women's social interactions, even those developments which would initially seem to have little to do with women's lives. For example: girls' and women's uses of bicycles. I have been fascinated by nineteenth century feminists' accounts of the bicycle as a mechanical device which changed women's movement through their communities. (Elizabeth Cady Stanton declared in 1895 that 'many a woman is riding to the suffrage on a bicycle' [Kramarae and Treichler 1986, 69].) Early feminists told stories of the ways women were discouraged (bottles and insults thrown their way) from riding bicycles. In some families bicycles and motor bikes are still considered more suited to boys' than girls' lives-and boys are often allowed more freedom as to when and where they ride. (One of the contributors for this collection tells me that her brothers were allowed to learn to ride at an earlier age than she was, and that even now her father discourages her, a postgraduate student, from riding her bicycle to work.) But in general in Western countries the bicycle is no longer considered only a male mode of transport. The situation is much different in other parts of the world. In Delhi I asked friends why I saw many men and no women pedalling bicycles or steering motorcycles-only some women getting rides on the cycles. I was told that even if a woman could afford a bike or motorcycle, she couldn't use it for fear of ridicule; those are men's modes of transportation. Besides, the woman's sari would make bike riding very difficult. (In the US, women's interest in bicycle riding was early linked to arguments for 'rational dress,' that is, women's clothing styles which did not require yards and yards of skirt material.) Millions of women in India daily walk many miles hauling water for their families; procuring water is a woman's duty just as riding a bicycle is a man's activity (Rami 1985). Women seldom use bicycles for such activities as getting water, visiting relatives, or taking their homemade lace to collection points for selling. Men with bicycles market the products of women lace makers (Mies 1982). Thus gender-differentiated technology deepens women's economic and social dependence. In this and other cases, we can see that the genderizing of transport affects women's talk, including when and where it occurs, the topics, and the perceived value of the talk by women and men. — Cheris Kramarae, Technology and Women’s Voices: Keeping in Touch (1988) REFERENCES: Kramarae, Cheris and Paula Treichler, with the assistance of Ann Russo. 1986. A Feminist Dictionary. New York and London: Pandora Press. Mies. Maria. 1982. The Lace Makers of Narsapur: Indian Housewives Produce for the World Market. London: Zed Press. Rami, Prabha. 1985. 'Just one more queue: women and water shortage in Tamil Nadu.' In Madhu Kishwar and Ruth Vanita, eds. In Search of Answers: Indian Women's Voices from Manushi. London: Zed Books, 104-14.

[sirquestingbeast]

In Honor of this Sacred Day, here are some KH Costumes

These are from my discord post. Edited to provide alternatives to the meme-y answers

KH Halloween costumes. Debate me.

Sora: Glamrock Freddy from Five Nights at Freddy's (you can't tell me he isn't a FNAF kid) Riku: Rogue the Bat from Sonic / Zuko from Avatar Kairi: Ice Spice (1/3 of the holy Trinity) / Usagi from Sailor Moon Roxas: Cloud from Final Fantasy 7(Crazy how it's the same story sometimes) / David from Lost Boys Xion: Ariana Grande (2/3 of the holy Trinity) / Samara from The Ring Namine: Billie Eilish (Holy Trinity complete) / Princess Peach from Super Mario Brothers Axel/Lea: Team Fortress 2 Scout (no this isn't a joke answer, its the only answer) Isa: Team Fortress 2 Spy (yes they coordinated) Ventus: Naruto from Naruto Terra: Leon Kennedy from Resident Evil 4 Aqua: Samus from Metroid Vanitas: Spawn from Spawn Xigbar/"Luxu": The Joker from the hit movie The Joker played by esteemed actor Joaquin Phoenix Marluxia/Laurium: Zagreus from Hades Larxene/Elrena: Harley Quinn from Batman Demyx: Goblin King Jareth from Labyrinth Luxord: Gambit from X-Men Vexen/Even: Wouldn't dress up (Night King from Game of Thrones) Xaldin/Dillan: An actual classic Dracula Lexaeus/Aeleus: Frankenstein's Monster but from the book Ienzo: Persona 3 Fuuka (try not to put Ienzo in a skirt/dress challenge failed)

Xemnas: Darth Vader from Star Wars (and he WOULD dress up) Ansem: Maleficent (a sexy one just to piss her off) / Vecna from dungeons and dragons Xehanort: Various variations of William Afton/ Springtrap from Five Nights at Freddy's just to fuck with Sora / various Docs from Doctor Who DiZ: Luxord (now that I said it you can't unsee it)/ Capt. Kirk from Star Trek Eraqus: Doc Holiday (I just want him to be a cowboy) / Indiana Jones from Indiana Jones Baldr: Patrick Bateman from American Psycho Hermod: Elminster from Dungeons and Dragons Vor: Frodo from Lord of the Rings Urd: Shiva summon from Final Fantasy / Ellen Ripley from Aliens Hoder: Madoka Kaname from Madoka Magica Strelitzia: Gwen Stacy from Spiderman no elaboration Brain: Neo from the Matrix Ephemer: Hatsune Miku (fight me on this)/ James Bond from James Bond Skuld: Zelda from Zelda Ira: R.J MacReady from The Thing Invi: Sidney Prescott from Scream Acced: Ash Williams from Evil Dead Gula: Charley from Fright Night Ava: Laurie Strode from Halloween MoM: Sans Undertale from Undertale