#ash reads vanitas

[jafaar]

he's not like other girls your honor

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Ash and Dust

Kingdom Hearts | Vanitas & Ventus | 10.4k | WIP | BBS-Rewrite | Roleswap

Graphic torture, child abuse, possession, emotional manipulation, cannibalism

“You have to be in control, Vanitas,” Master Eraqus had said, three years ago now, eyes stony with seriousness. “You can never, ever let your heart run wild.” The boy beams wide. His cheeks are ruddy with a youthful vigor that Vanitas lacks, and his green eyes sparkle like gems. There’s something bright, about his eyes, about his teeth. Like they’re backlit by the setting sun, just enough to make them gleam. Blonde hair bounces as he sticks his hand out to shake. “I’m Ventus!” Or: when the boy originally called Ventus was split, Xehanort left a comatose Dark Heart in the Land of Departure, and trained his newest Light to be a weapon of the Dark. Ventus-Vanitas roleswap.

Read it here.

[lockandkeyblade]

Would everything change if ventus was able to feel vanitas emotions as vanitas feel ventus emotions?

I feel like I can't-- answer this without spoiling anything SO UH

First and foremost the definitive canon answer to this for me is Ash & Dust so if you want to see that absolute role reversal in play my friend my pal anyone reading this I know the cannibalism tag might be a little scary I know the dead dove is ensuring you are set up understanding that tag is real and serious and it is it sure is but let this fanfic change your life it changed mine.

There is a reason you'll see a comment from me on every chapter that might as well be an essay Ini and I became friends BECAUSE we were writing at the same time not because we were friends first and stubbornly insisted on being that one reviewer for each other.

Secondly I will be starting a new fic called Time Will Tell (or, at least, these pages will), which again...will be touching on this. Which means, for the time being, I am keeping my opinions on what it would mean for Ven to feel Vanitas like Vanitas feels Ven...close to my chest. c:

[astrum-aetherium]

What do you think Henry whispered in Camilla's ear at the end? It's a moment that really stuck with me somehow and I love hearing theories about it

what can possibly be more personal, more ponderous and intimate than i love you?

i'm sure this is something everyone who has read TSH has previously wondered about. i know i have. what i also know is that the most common theory is "live forever", and yes — it would make sense, given that henry is undeniably a devoted little teacher's pet to julian, but it does seem a little melodramatic to me (specifically because julian did abandon them all in the end as well, lol). henry going out with a bang (literally) wouldn't be defined by something as simple as that, however much meaning is attached to it in theory. besides, we've all heard that theory a million times over. i'll offer a new one.

he's goddamn pretentious. to the bone. he refused to take his SATs and thereby consciously denied himself the opportunity to attend any prestigious schools (which he would've certainly gotten into and dominated) for singularly aesthetic reasons. you simply can't get more pretentious than that. i always say that he's too intelligent for his own good — to the point it no longer benefits him at times. just too smart to possess any ability to reflect on himself. almost amusing in that way.

therefore, i believe it was something along the lines of a riddle — something that would keep camilla puzzling over it for a long time succeeding his death. and yes, you can say that his suicide was an impulsive decision and all that, but he had been (even verbally) entertaining suicidal ideology way before he actually went through with it. plus, he just seems like someone who would have something like that — his last words — memorized and ready to go at all times, specifically at a time as dangerous as toying with the possibility of being detained and thrown in jail for murder. just a thought.

i'm almost 100% sure it was also in any language other than english, according to his customs. i've already elaborated on how pretentious he is. he wouldn't make it easy for anyone to figure him out that quickly, not even camilla. the i love you was just a premise, nearly nothing compared to the whisper. and if it's not english, then it must be one of the languages that he does know. assuming that it's either latin or ancient greek, he would go out of his merry way to make it as complex and hardly translatable as he can. he would apply the most archaic of archaic versions of those languages, even with one simple phrase. as i said, he would've planned it out beforehand deliberately. it makes perfect sense.

what it would be, however, is a whole other conversation of its own. maybe that very "i love you" or previously mentioned "live forever", just in a different language. that is the simplest answer i can offer. i like to dig deeper when it comes to mysteries such as this one, though, so i've been gathering my thoughts all day today in order to predominantly satisfy myself with an obnoxiously pretentious answer. how about: "to the stars" (kitsch but fitting, obviously convoluted, and in a different language) or a translated version of "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" — just to deride religion and tradition one last time. or, perhaps, "permanence". something that perpetuates his convicted disbelief in vanitas. "never gone"; "the conclusion". and i know, all of these sound dumb as hell in english, but do remember — they would be uttered in a different language, and in a complex way, too. to be mulled over; wondered about for a long time, even as a scholar.

someone needs to hook me up with ms tartt's phone number so we can settle this once and for all, lol. but then again, i don't want to know. i don't want a simple answer to such a mystifying, ponderous question. i'm fine with eternally musing over it — it certainly keeps me entertained.

[turnupswritessometimes]

Don't you think it's funny cause actual canon gay characters in BL manga will say "I love you" but only the shounen bromance can spew out some of the most romantic shit akin to a 19th century poet writing a letter expressing his surpressed love for his lover 😭.....

Some of the lines of shounen manga between two boys are insane, and definitely why they get themed promise jewellery, lmao

But on a serious note, I'd say its because of genre expectation. There's definitely a ~ vibe ~ around BL manga (the same as the vibe around yaoi) and what the audience expects from it and its characters. BL carries an atmosphere and connotation that Shoujo doesn't. It's kind of why I'm reluctant to actually explore it that much. (I keep almost starting Sasaki to Miyano, but the fact it is labelled BL kinda puts me off.)

In that light, I can see why things like Yoshida insisting Banana Fish isn't BL happen - especially around the time it was originally published. That being said, the love story is so intrinsically baked into Ash and Eiji's relationship that you can't not read it like that. (Not without a lot of effort.)

And I kind of prefer that to an 'I love you.' There's something about not saying it, and leaving it as subtext, that I enjoy more. Probably for the same reason at the 19th century poet - it means more. It's says more.

I've been Banana Fish centric, but the same applies to things like Vanitas no Carte and Moriarty the Patriot too. There's something special about not needing to say it outright.

Maybe that's just because I've been on tumblr for so long that queerbaiting and subtext is what I'm most used to, and, honestly, get a little nostalgic for.

I hope all of that makes sense?

[paperbacksandpetticoats]

Reading List - 2024

Let's Do It, Already!, Vol. 1 - Aki Kusaka

House of Hunger - Alexis Henderson

A Fragile Enchantment - Allison Saft

Honey So Sweet, Vol. 1-5 - Amu Meguro

In the Roses of Pieria - Anna Burke

The Toymaker's Son - Ariana Nash

Kitchen - Banana Yoshimoto

Hardboiled & Hard Luck - Banana Yoshimoto

Your Utopia - Bora Chung

Don't Beat Your Children or They'll Turn Out Like Me - Brad "BLUE" Bathgate

Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery - Brom

St. Valentine, St. Abigail, St. Brigid - C.L. Polk

Clockwork Prince - Cassandra Clare

One Saved to the Sea - Catt Kingsgrave

She Came From the Swamp - Darva Green

Vertigo Peaks - Dion Anja

O Caledonia - Elspeth Barker

Cair - Eryn Hawk

Teighan - Eryn Hawk

All That's Left to You - Ghassan Kanafani

The Hanging Game - Helen Marshall

Vampire Hunter D, Vol. 1 [Dramatized Adaption] - Hideyuki Kikuchi

The Queen of Nothing - Holly Black

The Stolen Heir - Holly Black

Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop - Hwang Bo-Reum

Honeybloods - I.S. Belle

Love Bullet, Vol. 1 - Inee

Vampires of El Norte - Isabel Canas

A Cup of Salt Tears - Isabel Yap

Paradise Rot - Jenny Hval

Kamisama Kiss, Vol. 4-7 - Julietta Suzuki

The Case Study of Vanitas, Vol. 1 - Jun Mochizuki

Be Very Afraid of Kanako Inuki! - Kamako Inuki

God Save the Queen - Kate Locke

The Queen is Dead - Kate Locke

Long Live the Queen - Kate Locke

The Demon's Bargain - Katee Robert

The Gargoyle's Captive - Katee Robert

The Sucubus' Bride - Katee Robert

Her Frankenstein - Kawashima Norikazu

A Bone in His Teeth - Kellen Graves

Prince of the Sorrows - Kellen Graves

Lord of Silver Ashes - Kellen Graves

Herald of the Witch's Mark - Kellen Graves

The Fox and the Dryad - Kellen Graves

A Human Stain - Kelly Robson

Triquetra - Kirstyn McDermott

Soul Eater - Lily Mayne

Edin - Lily Mayne

The Rycke - Lily Mayne

Gloam - Lily Mayne

Wyn - Lily Mayne

Moth - Lily Mayne

Seraph - Lily Mayne

Lor - Lily Mayne

A Collection of Monstrous Stories - Lily Mayne

A Monstrous Christmas in the Camp - Lily Mayne

Mortal Skin - Lily Mayne

Forgotten Vows - Lily Mayne

King of Death - Lily Mayne

Born of Blood and Magic - M.C. Hutson

All Systems Red - Martha Wells

Artificial Condition - Martha Wells

Rogue Protocol - Martha Wells

Exit Strategy - Martha Wells

Fugitive Telemetry - Martha Wells

Network Effect - Martha Wells

System Collapse - Martha Wells

This is How You Lose the Time War - Max Gladstone, Amal El-Mohar

The Dragon's Betrothed, Vol. 1-2 - Meguru Hinohara

The Girl That Can't Get A Girlfriend - Mieri Hiranishi

My Special One, Vol. 1 - Momoko Koda

Crypt of the Moon Spider - Nathan Ballingrud

Lights Out - Navessa Allen

Binti - Nnedi Okorafor

Softening - Olivia Braley

The Angel of Khan el-Khalili - P. Djeli Clark

Glamour - Penelope Fletcher

Coil of Boughs - Penny Moss

House of Glass - Rojana Krait

Kappa - Ryunosuko Akutagawa

Carmilla and Laura - S.D. Simper

Burning Roses - S.L. Huang

Old Fashioned Cupcake - Sagan Sagan

Old Fashioned Cupcake with Cappuccino - Sagan Sagan

A Court of Thorns and Roses (2 of 2) [Dramatized Adaption] - Sarah J Mass

A Court of Silver Flames (1 of 2) [Dramatized Adaption] - Sarah J Mass

A Court of Silver Flames (2 of 2) [Dramatized Adaption] - Sarah J Mass

Pink Heart Jam, Vol. 1-2 - Shikke

Certain Dark Things - Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Rot - Siri Pettersen

An Education in Malice - S.T. Gibson

The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't A Guy At All, Vol. 1-2 - Rumiko Arai

Stuffed - Sylvia Morrow

Thornhedge - T. Kingfisher

A Wolf Steps in Blood - Tamara Jeree

Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir (x2)

The Necromancer's Light - Tavia Lark

The Paladin's Shadow

The Sword-Witch's Heart

Wolfsong - T.J. Klune

Heartsong - T.J. Klune

Midnight Secretary, Vol. 1 - Tomu Ohmi

Unhinged - Vera Valentine

The Healing Season of Pottery - Yeon Somin

Mr. Villain's Day Off, Vol. 1-3 - You Morikawa

Alice 19th, Vol. 3 - Yuu Watase

[neversetyoufree]

I think that Mochizuki was also inspired by Banana Fish in terms of relationship dynamics, tone, and themes. Do you see similarities between the two?

Mm, maybe? Full disclosure that my experience with Banana Fish is that I binge read roughly 70-80% of it in a day or two like 10 months ago, and I have not finished it or revisited it since those couple days, so my impression of it may not be the most accurate.

Off the top of my head, there's a similarity in that they're both stories of relative outsiders who become entwined in the life of a very doomed young man with horrifically traumatic past. I know Eiji is a photographer, but I don't actually remember whether there's any element of him documenting Ash's life, so I can't comment on if him and Noé have that similarity. There's also the prevalence of sexual assault as a theme and source of trauma in both, and the way that both series are sort of straddling the shonen/shoujo line. VnC is a shonen that very much feels like it's being written for women (or at least, not particularly aimed at teenage boys most of the time lmao), and Banana Fish is an uncommonly violent and action-heavy shoujo.

That said, I definitely can't say I find the tones or vibes to be very similar. VnC is a series defined by the intricacies in its relationships. There's a good deal of action and flash, but it's also a series in which every little glance and expression is meant to be read into. It shines in its characters and relationships and in the way it continually loops back on itself to psychologically examine its characters and drive them closer together.

My experience of Banana Fish, on the other hand, was defined by how much it felt like a whirlwind of an 80s action movie. That's not to say that it doesn't have quieter scenes or develop the relationships between its characters, but I certainly wouldn't call it relationship-driven like I would for VnC. Also, though we do certainly get a lot about Ash and his history and how he ended up the way he is, Banana Fish is not The Case Study of Ash Lynx. It's not about examining him in the same way that VnC is about examining Vanitas.

I might not be articulating this super well bc I'm writing this post while very tired, but overall, I'm guessing Banana Fish probably wasn't that direct an inspiration for Mochijun. She's talked a lot about her inspirations for VnC, and it hasn't come up, and though there are interesting parallels, I don't think the vibes or content *quite* match up.

However, it is a really interesting comparison to talk about. Sometimes something isn't an inspiration for something else, but it is a fascinating touchpoint to hold in up against. I'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this.

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@excelsior9173 🫡 Fox’s Fic Rec Extravaganza:

(Sorry for another post/tag, but you can’t posts links very easy in comments and knowing me…. I’d run out of room on the comments lol. I’m also gonna just copy past the descriptions of the fics for you 🖤)

Transformers (Megatron/Optimus Prime):

Victory Conditions by astolat:

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” Megatron said mockingly. “You won’t like it, Prime. It’s not a very nice one.”

[Foxgloves Notes: Megatron and Optimus Prime get trapped in a cave and think they are gonna die. astolat is just an amazing author, so I wanted to include one of their works. I am gonna go reread this actually once I finish this post lol.]

Assassin’s Creed (Altaïr/Malik):

Life studies its own emptiness by Scarecrow

"For the coming year, as penance for what you have taken from him, you will obey Malik Al-Sayf absolutely"

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A study on the nature of grief, recovery, loss, and longing; a year in the life of Malik Al-Sayf as he adjusts to his injured body, and grasps with a hollow desperation for a reason to live after failing to protect his sibling, as told in slices of the twelve months he spends learning to forgive Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, the man he blames for his brother's murder.

[Foxgloves Notes: ok, so this is omegaverse. But I am SO PICKY when it comes to omegaverse, so please. Please trust me on this one. The writing on this fic takes my breath away. It’s some of the best written work I’ve ever read in my entire life. I teared up reading this. Idk, like I know it can turn people off, but it’s the best one out there truly, and I was changed after reading it. (You can read this one blind, I think it tells you all you need to know about the plot of the game that you’d need to know, so. some of the most amazing prose I’ve ever read, some of the most gut wrenching lines, just. Fuck dude, this fic is so so good.]

Assassin’s Creed (Altaïr/Desmond [my favorite assassin’s creed ship🫡]):

I was born for this - esama:

Juno did her best to lead him to her preferred fate, but the end is coming and Desmond has doubts.

[Foxglove Notes: I feel like I have to rec the most kudosed fic in the fandom. I like esama’s style, I don’t know you’ll feel about it, but. I also genuinely love this fic, I’m not just reccing it cause it’s popular, I’m reccing it cause it’s a good read, and I liked the plot. It’s a time travel fix-it fic (my favorite trope).]

Tron (Sam/Tron, of course):

We Are Pilots - shirozora:

Six months and Sam still can't shake off his father's ghost, so Quorra suggests returning to the Grid to find the answers he needs to move on. With her monitoring from the outside, Sam goes in not knowing what he'll find or if he'll succeed. What he discovers is a dying Grid that needs his help to rebuild… and Tron, who needs to become himself again.

[Foxglove Notes: I don’t know what to say here. This is like The Classic SamTron fic. I just. *muwh* I love this fic]

Mea Culpa - 2019-2020 (EnglishLaguage):

Alan and Tron (accidentally) start to communicate. This is long overdue.

[Foxglove Notes: my notes?? 😭😭😭😭]

Genesis - EnglishLanguage:

Clu’s reintegration with Kevin Flynn burns the Grid to ashes. Sam rebuilds.

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Prompt: Where did we come from?

[Foxglove Notes: same as the above really, EnglishLanguage is just…. Wow. Breath taking writing.]

Kingdom Hearts (Ventus/Vanitas):

You’re not the boy you used to be. - magicities:

There's no guidebook to tell you how to react when someone who made your life not worth living dies. There are, however, hands to hold yours tight as you stumble through the wreckage.

If only you can convince yourself to take them.

Vanitas: the place he came from, the home he found, and the people who helped him find it.

[Foxglove Notes: this is my favorite book of all time. Like, not even my favorite fic, it is genuinely my favorite Book of all time. It is kingdom hearts so it’s got some jarring moments where your like ‘wait, Minney Mouse??’ And you just have to roll with it cause it’s a COMPLETE au, so there’s nothing in the setting that is about kingdom hearts, it’s just the characters. I think about this work at least once a week, it’s so much more than that description, but I feel like I can’t actually talk about what is in the fic, cause it’s one of those stories where part of the story is things getting revealed. (If you read this tho, please know because it’s a complete au, you might want to treat it as its own novel, and not try to get into KH fic cause I can not in good graces tell someone to read none au KH fic without knowing anything about how absolutely bonkers the game series is. I can not even explain the plot, but that’s the point, the point of the games is that they are meant to be experienced, not explained…… sorry I went on a KH rant, it’s one of my longest hyperfixations lmao.)]

[sifya]

La Sentencia de muerte/ TheDeath knell 2 chap

If you are still reading thanks, make question and send me prompts. Vanitas is in in characther because he is child but I'm thinking for example some behavior he took from character who interects with him. Sapphire is the one show him how treating people in this chap.

Description of physical and emotional violence

A blink of eyes, and the troupe was halved, the little boy didn't have time for changing his confuse look with scared one when the vampire approached him in run and then a jump. A screamed no and someone shielded him. A familiar smell but never so near to him, except if the boy was sick, embraced the boy following by iron smell of blood. "Father?" The boy though he saw a shadow of smile before the man lose the force to keep himself and fell on floor, the boy ‘s hands was full of blood from the last hug of man. The vampire looked the boy, and the mouth was so big and dislodged and fangs looked like knifes. The little boy was so scared that he couldn't scream. The monster was near, too near, too too near. Before the blood of boy dropped from his pale neck, the vampire was taken back and threw on nearest solid superface, a wagon train. A woman dressed up similar a priest stabbed, the heart and with other free hard with a twin dagger she cut off the head with a shift and powerful movement. Like that the vampire turned in dust. The woman with darkest eyes, so dark it was impossible to see the pupil turned to boy and ordered. “Hide under the wagon.” Her tone was so severe the boy obeyed. Hiding here, the boy could hear screaming and steal met anther, the noise of dropping blood. The boy screamed when a man approached his hide, but his mind calmed itself seeing he was dress up like the woman. Hunters. The man was big with bronze skin, but he moved with calm and affability making him a lot less intimidating, than he offered a hand to the boy. "how you found me" the boy rudely asked and pointed at his mask, that looked a lot like

ex vote. The mask covered half his face and only lips could be seeing. "This is a vote I did to the Lord, but I'm not blind." He answered without a trance of annoyance. The boy left his hide but he didn't take the hard that the man offered. There were very few survivors of troupe were crying and being dirty of blood and ashes from vampires. The matriarch removed her attention from the female hunter and screamed to the boy.

"You! YOU! YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER AND NOW MY PEOPLE! YOU ARE BAD LUCK! YOU ARE ALWAYS BEEN! The boy was so hurt from her words that without thinking he took the hand of kind man hide behind him; he knew they hated him, he killed his mother who was very loved, he was half -foreigner because his father. But they weren't never so explicit about only secret chatting and briefly spiteful stares.

The boy freeze from behide the man seeing she was coming to her, like a furious bull. The man just stopped her with a firm sign of his hand, and polite and yet firmest voice.

“Don’t need to be so aggressive.” And he gently pushed the matriarch away from them.

"There is not such things like misfortune or luck. The world is place of chaos not order, something happened because they happen.” The hunter woman approached to them. The matriarch screamed more." My daughter died to birth him.

“So you should teach her to not open her legs like dog in heat.” The hunted said coldly “How you dare?” The old lady tried to slap the hunter woman, but she grabbed her arm. Matriarch was surprised because nobody in trope had never stopped her behave. "Well, what I say it is unlogical and disrespectful as you said to him. Apologize.” She concluded with the last word with cold poison. " I.. I... "

The boy answered he didn't need it, making a brave face with sarcasm but his voice was shaking. The woman looked the boy and asked if he was sure, the boy answered back his decision. So she left the arm of old lady, there wasn't sign but it was painful. The man with mask knelt on height of boy and asked."Do you want to come with us? " The boy looked the body of his father; they weren't been really family but they have each other like two strangers connected by solitude. Or it wasn't? Why did he die for him? Why the survival of boy was more important than his own?

The matriarch protested, but she was silenced by the woman.

“Why should he stay with you? You didn’t sound very kind to him.”

“Well, he stay here.”

“If he wants, yes.”

“Doesn’t matter what he wants. We are family.”

The woman make a sign with closed eyes but when she opened them they were more famine of vampire’s.

“If there is I think I hate when people uses “family” as excuse. Tell me; are you going to sell him or kept like your doormat?”

The matriarch answered. “You are nothing to him,I have right to him. I ‘m still alive.”

The woman bended her heard on side and gave the slyest smile the boy had ever seen.

“ Well, that can change easily.”

“ … You .. you cannot .. you are hunter…” Matriarch said in arrogant voice but her hands were shaking.

“ Yes, I’m. But hunter’s job is fighting vampires, if we can salve humans in process is good… but we can easily come to late, and everybody here is dead except the boy. Only truth matters is the one we wrote on or paperwork” Now her eyes looked like well so deep that boy saw one time. It was so deep it was impossible seeing the end.

Now the rest of troupe was so terrified they were crying and shaking again.

She looked the boy. “I know orphanage isn’t the first choice, but ours is pretty good and we will find a family for you. Do you want to came with us?”

The boy make a shy affirmative sign and the woman just said. "Let's move on.” The masked man was exasperated." Sorry about rudeness of my colleague. She is better to stabbing things and ordering around. She is Sapphire paladin. Me paladin Alexandrite. What is your name, little one?” And he offer his hand.

The boy took the hand of man, while Sapphire banked orders to the troupe and other hunters who arrived.

The wagon that was shared by the boy and his father was locked up with his corpse, while adults discussed how handle it. Hunters tried to get some information how he wanted his burial from his son, but he didn't have answers: they didn't really talked, sometimes little talk but not serious topic as that, in the end they decided to cremate the body once they were in Toledo and buried. But the boy asked if he could shatter the ashes in airs, he knew the troupe did it with his ash of his mother, so a least there was possibility they met again in air.

In mean time he was sitting with the two paladins on cart, Alexandrite was near to the boy and Sapphire in front of them. "Very well, Jude." Alexandrite answered. The boy made an annoying face that was noticed by Sapphire. "you don't like your name.” " who likes a name of betrayed? The piecing black eyes stared him so deeply... And then she threw something to him. He got a silver medal with a Saint. “Saint Judas or Jude in English, he is Saint who deserve all respect because he is the patron of lost cases. He was one trusted friend of our lord and kindest soul. And you took his name. Your parents named after him.” The little boy touched hesitant the medal, it was from his father, but the words on it was in English, so probably that medal used to belong to his mother, because all troupe before moving here in mainland they were from England. So his name was an honour to the Saint, chosen by his parents? Or just by his father after the boy survived the difficult birth? Looking back he had never pronounced "Jude" with light disgusting like the other members of troupe. But these were only hypothesis, he would never knew the truth. Tears were burning his eyes but he kept back, not wanting showing them. People wouldn't never kind with his tears, a lot time trope screamed not being such crybaby. The sapphire stood up and the boy got scared by her expected a slap, but she covered his face with her jacket, creating a little space of privacy. Alexandrite gave half hug to the boy covered by jacket without saying a word. They wouldn't judge him. He cried without reservation knowing nobody wouldn't hurt him about. The boy felt sleeping and than waking up by gentle hand. The boy brushed because he used the paladin shoulder like a pillow and dirty with drool his jacket. Sapphire ‘s jacket was still a duvet. We are arrived. The main said. He smiled despite his mask the boy felt the warm of his voice. “Toledo.” If the man didn't tell the boy would recognising the city because the troupe passed here few times. Sapphire gave a half smile. And as she read his mind"you know the Toledo in light but now are going to know her truth identity. No a beautiful dancer but a hunter, Toledo is the city of hunters. She sounded so warm but then she come back to her cold and guarded attitude.

“Jude, in this city nobody would think you are crazy if you talk about vampires. Everyone works for us. But the church usually take children like you for turning in hunters, but you still have a choice. I’m not to force on you that road.”

The boy didn’t like her concern , she thought he was weak?

“ I want to be hunter.” He screamed.

“ Rage is a good thing.” She said without being influence but his behaviour.

“ Rage can salve you when everything else is gone… but it is also a double-edged blade.”

Alexandrite concluded.“It make you blind. And trust me I know very well.”

“I’m sure.” Sadness was gone in place of rage. “ and can I be call Diaz?”

Diaz was surname of his father, only thing he left to him.

Alexandrite and Sapphire looked each other with deep connecting who knew each other in long time.

“You can always change you mind. In every case welcome to Toledo. Diaz:”

[jafaar]

i love their dynamic why didn't you guys tell me i was just missing out on another sinja i would've read this faster

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Ash and Dust

Kingdom Hearts | Vanitas & Ventus | 85k | Complete | BBS-rewrite | Roleswap AU

Pre-slash, graphic torture, child abuse, emotional manipulation, suicide, cannibalism

“You have to be in control, Vanitas,” Master Eraqus had said, three years ago now, eyes stony with seriousness. “You can never, ever let your heart run wild.” The boy beams wide. His cheeks are ruddy with a youthful vigor that Vanitas lacks, and his green eyes sparkle like gems. There’s something bright, about his eyes, about his teeth. Like they’re backlit by the setting sun, just enough to make them gleam. Blonde hair bounces as he sticks his hand out to shake. “I’m Ventus!” Or: when the boy originally called Ventus was split, Xehanort left a comatose Dark Heart in the Land of Departure, and trained his newest Light to be a weapon of the Dark. Ventus-Vanitas roleswap.

Newly finished. Read it here!

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9 people you would like to get to know better

I was tagged by @icedteaandoldlace. Thanks 💙

1 - 3 ships - Barry × Iris, Nami × Vivi, & Noé × Vanitas

2 - first ever ship - I honestly don't remember, but I think it might be Ash × Misty

3 - last song - Kill Bill cover by Our Last Night

4 - last movie - Super Pets I think

5 - currently reading - Nothing at the moment, waiting for my hold on The Song of Achilles

6 - currently watching - On the last episode of One Piece Live Action

7 - currently consuming - Egg salad

8 - currently craving - Skyline chili

9 people to tag - @mugiwara-lucy @lamb200345567 @awesomeavocadolove @benjji2795 @elledelajoie @devilangel657 @manicshipper @thegreymoon @missaphelion (no pressure tho, only if you wanna!)

[pausugar]

soorryy i forgooottt thank you for the tag btw <3<3<3<3<3

1. Three non-romantic duos: Ooohh i actually have plenty of these! Vanitas & Noé, Bakugo & Kirishima, Diego & Klaus, Cheng Xiaoshi & Lu Guang, Obi & Shirayuki, Atsushi & Kyoka, Azz & Iruma, Endo & Kidou, Sugawara & Daichi, Sasaki & Hirano, Ash & Eiji, Itadori & Megumi, Bachira & Isagi... and that's all i guess

2. A ship that might surprise others: Am I allowed to say Billdip/Billford?

3. Last song: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

4. Last film: Blue Lock: Nagi episode

5. Currently reading: Kaoru Hana wa Rin to Saku  and All the Bright Places (again)

6. Currently watching: Nothing at the moment, but i need to catch up with Lovely complex, Tadaima, okaeri and Wind breaker

7. Currently consuming: nothing

8. Currently craving: to see my gf @awalkingshame @soukoku13 @puquispot @justsomedumbperson (no pressure) and anyone who wants to do it!

9 people you'd like to know better

Done this one recently, so I'm changing the questions up. Thanks for the tag @authortobenamedlater.

1. Three non-romantic duos: Anakin & Rex, Nancy & Peggy, Christina & Melanie

2. A ship that might surprise others: Ben/Rey. Except not the way it's done in the movies.😅 There's a bunch of AU versions I've seen in fanart that made me start liking them, and now I have my own AU for them.

3. Last song: 'The Force Theme' by Samuel Kim.

4. Last film: Revenge of the Sith last night with my big brother.

5. Currently reading: lots of SW fanfic, Jedi Trial by David Sherman and Dan Cragg

6. Currently watching: Loki w my sister, Book of Boba Fett w a friend

7. Currently consuming: last thing I ate was a bowl of granola for breakfast

8. Currently craving: to turn my phone off and concentrate on writing for a solid hour. I have a fic to finish.

Tagging @dont-do-rice-babes @stargazer-luna @helloalyss @clawedandcute @kraytwriter @musewrangler @thefinaljediknight @sailforvalinor @ablatheringblatherskite

[sigmastolen]

so i've just realized that this trek novel i'm reading, the return, is in fact the second of a trilogy, which i did not realize? so then i was like, oh, well maybe that's why i'm so confused

but i just read the wikipedia entry for the ashes of eden and i am in fact more confused, not less

so, uh, thanks i guess, shatner

[noes-pillow]

✨️Vanoé Angst Week: Day 1✨️ @vanoeangstweek

What’s Left Unsaid

| 1k | read on ao3 | feedback appreciated |

Prompt:

Selfish/Selfless | Forbidden Love | “I couldn’t stop myself.”

Summary:

"If anything, I need to apologize.”

Damn right you do.

"I’m sorry.”

'Sorry’ doesn’t mean you’ll come back to me.

-or-

Noé reads Vanitas' last letter to him after his death.

...

“I couldn’t stop myself from writing to you.”

Noé’s hands quivered holding the pathetic example of a piece of stationary. It was crushed, torn in the middle, and nearly falling apart. The ink was barely decipherable. So much of it smeared with blood.

 “I realize this is more unfair to you than it is to me.”

You got that damn right, that awful human. How dare you. Noé told himself he didn’t want to continue. That was another lie.

 “I see you writing in your notebook all the time. You are so focused on your work. You are so dedicated to your purpose. It’s admirable. Because in a way I can relate.”

So, he was looking at him. Noé wasn’t just imagining the small glances thrown his direction. The little flashes of electric blue. His desk was on the side of the room where Vanitas could see a perfect profile of Noé’s candid face while he worked.

 “I hope you never stop being as dedicated as you are.”

Vanitas never spoke like this.

“I hope you find a new purpose after I’m gone.”

Stop. Where was this even coming from?

 “And I hope you are able to forgive yourself.”

Noé laughed. A fake giggle of disbelief.

 “Because Louis would forgive you.”

Damn you. Louis was dead. And now so was Vanitas. Noé wasn’t trying to make a habit of being forgiven by his dead friends.

So why was he saying these things now?

 “And I already forgive you too. Actually, there is nothing for me to forgive, really. You promised to hold up a deal I never thought you would agree to. If anything, I need to apologize.”

Damn right you do.

 “I’m sorry.”

‘Sorry’ doesn’t mean you’ll come back to me.

 “Noé, I’m so sorry, mon chéri.”

Don’t call me that. Noé would never get to hear him say that name ever again. It was torture for Vanitas to remind him of that fact.

 “I’m sorry about the secrets I had to keep from you and that I could never tell you about my past.

I wanted to.

I wanted to terribly.

But I do also know that you understand, as much as you wish it were different… as much as I wish it were different.”

Noé wished nothing more to be holding his Vanitas rather than the decrepit letter in his hand.

This should’ve been a love letter not a suicide note.

In some ways it was both.

“I’m leaving the book in your care. Destroy it, if you can. The tear stone should have shattered upon my death, but the book must also be forgotten.

Burn it, rip it to shreds, throw it into the void between the barriers, if you must.

The world needs to forget any trace of Luna.

The world needs to forget any memory of me.”

I don’t want to forget.

 “I know you can’t forget me. You always were a sentimental one. I know you wouldn’t even dare try. So that is why I must say this.”

Noé stared at the page. His eyes could burn the page to ash if he scrutinized the message with any more intent. His heart pounded with anticipation, trying to guess what words he would read next.

He tried not to be so hopeful, but that’s hard when you’re reading someone’s last words. Vanitas’ last words.

 “Noé…

My friend, and partner in crime.

Whatever words you are hoping to see me say, you will not find in this letter. Whatever confessions you are hoping I write to you will never exist. Whatever I have left unsaid should remain that way.

There are things I could say, things I might even mean, feelings that might even be true, that which will die with my last breath of sanity.

To be human is to feel. But I’ve never really been human, have I? I was born that way yes, but I don’t have the luxury of that now after all that has happened.

Noé, there are things I cannot say because I mean them.

But they wouldn’t be fair to speak into the world.

Wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Selfish human.

 “And the universe isn’t fair.”

That was one phrase Noé didn’t need to be told to know was the truth.

With a sigh that left his lungs feeling like they should be drowning, Noé finished reading.

He didn’t want to take another breath, but his body forced him. Everything felt heavy. Like his body was made of lead. He couldn’t move for awhile. He just sat at his desk, and turned to the right, looking at Vanitas’ empty bed.

Noé pressed the paper flat to dry and let his mind wander. Eyes unfocused, looking at nothing, but still facing Vanitas’ side of the room. A few memories replayed in his mind. He wished he could lose himself in them. Drown in them if he needed to.

But no.

Some time later, Noé folded up the dry, flattened words of his late partner. One, two, three, four folds in half, into the size of a business card.

That letter found it’s home in the left inside pocket of Noé’s coat, buttoned tight for safekeeping.

He never read those words again. He didn’t need or want to.

Years passed, and from time to time Domi would notice Noé press his right hand to his chest over his heart. She thought it was some routine he absentmindedly did when he was feeling a little more emotional.

What she didn’t know was that there was a little folded piece of paper in his pocket that Noé kept for when he was feeling lonely. Warmed between his hand and his heart for when he needed it to be.

Vanitas’ letter might have said nothing, but its existence meant everything.

Though he only saw the words once, the last line would pop into his mind more often than he was willing to admit.

Vanitas didn’t even have the sense to sign his message. He simply ended with…

 “Noé, I set you free.”

No, Vanitas.

You’ve just left me alone.

fin

[jafaar]

me when i was a kid in church and didn't know the blood and bones of christ were really shitty bread and grape juice so i took the biggest cup and piece of bread bc i thought 'OOO SNACK' and immediately wanted to spit it out