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ha-youwish · 3 years ago

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smth about vanitas

this is the beginning. next >

Vanitas doesn’t know why he’s here. He feels like shit, so he supposes that’s the reason for the haze of his mind right now. Not like that matters, he’s long since learned how to function in this state.

He stands with his back held rigid, his entire body tense in preparation for a fight. A fight that’s looking more and more likely as Terra and Aqua stare him down with disgust and burning hatred.

Vanitas doesn’t flinch away from their gazes, both because he’s received worse looks from his own master and because any movement right now ignites a searing pain in his side. But it’s fine, no one will need to know.

“Are you sure about this, Ven?” Terra asks him quietly, almost a whisper. Vanitas resists the urge to scoff, he can still hear them.

“Please? I��ll make sure he doesn’t try anything,” Ventus stands between him and the other two, like a shield. Vanitas doesn’t understand why his other half decided to face them instead of him. They aren’t the threat in this situation.

When Aqua faces Ventus, Terra goes back to watching him. Smart. “Ven…” she says, her face a lot softer, “You know what he’s done.”

“…I know what he’s done?” Ventus looks back over his shoulder. Vanitas resists the urge to shift at how Ventus is somehow locking eyes with him behind his helmet. He’s surprised to see his other half’s face scrunched up in anger, but it’s sensible. The other two have convinced his brother to come to his senses.

“Know what he’s done?” Ventus repeats, whipping around to turn that anger back towards his friends. “Know what he’s done? You want to know what he’s done?!” He gestures back to Vanitas, with no regard for the shock of everyone else in the room. “He brought Sora back! What he’s—?” He cuts himself off with a noise of frustration. “That’s what he’s done, in case you forgot. And—! And…”

Some of the steam behind his anger dies out, mixing into an emotion that’s difficult to parse. “And he’s my brother. I want him here. That should be enough for you to give him a chance.”

Brother? Vanitas tries not to stare so hard at Ventus. What is he doing? Vanitas was already prepared to walk out of the Land of Departure and find some place to lay low, avoiding any and all keyblade wielders. He doesn’t need the help of Ventus and his friends. He doesn’t need to be here.

So why is Ventus defending him? What changed his mind?

“…If you’re sure,” Terra relents first, something almost knowing in his eyes when he looks at Vanitas. He doesn’t like that look.

Aqua looks between her two friends with a conflicted face. They look back to her, expecting an answer. Huh, so she’s the one in charge. He knows that Terra was finally given his official master title, but he’s not as eager to be big and in charge as he once was. A shame. He would be easier to rile up if he was.

She turns to Vanitas, her face infuriatingly passive and not filled with the hatred from earlier. Anger and hatred and disgust, that he could deal with. This? He doesn’t know what this expression is. He can’t read her.

“You’ve been oddly quiet throughout this whole thing,” She looks him up and down, assessing him. He holds himself still out of habit, but doesn’t back down from her stare.

“You were obviously in the middle of something,” he responds, ”I didn’t care to join.”

She frowns, but it’s still so neutral it makes him want to summon his keyblade just to get an actual reaction out of her. Those kinds of looks are reserved for those like Master Xehanort, not people whose hearts tend to bleed even more than his own forever-wounded one. “I can see that Ven wants you to stay here,” she says, “But why are you here?”

Well isn’t that the fucking question of the day?

“Take a wild guess.” He says instead of an actual answer. What was he supposed to say? People never accept I don’t know as an answer, nevermind the fact that it’d be stupid to admit to any kind of lack of knowledge.

Aqua studies him as if she’s actually considering his answer. Hell, maybe she is. He doubts she knows how to properly interrogate someone, Eraqus would never teach his students any kind of worthwhile skill. She straightens, seemingly making a decision.

“You can stay,” she says simply, not explaining any sort of wild reasoning she must’ve made to reach that conclusion. “But we’re setting some ground rules.”

Ventus grins for some reason. “Thank you! You won’t regret it, I promise.”

You can’t promise that, you dumbass, Vanitas doesn’t say.

“Well what are your ‘rules’ then, Master Aqua,” he says her title as mockingly as he can manage.

“First,” She says, taking a step towards him. “Hand me your keyblade.”

Vanitas raises a high eyebrow, not that she can see it. After a long and tense moment of obvious reluctance, he braces himself and summons his blade. He raises it to hand over, feeling the skin around the wound on the other side tighten and pull with every shift of his body. He’s had worse.

She takes his keyblade, looking it over in detail and holding it with a sense of respect he knows she’s never had for its wielder. This time Vanitas doesn’t hold back from scoffing. These three have obviously been taught to respect any and every keyblade they come across, which is a completely unnecessary and wasteful practice. What’s the point? It's not like it's going to do any favors.

“It’s a rarity for this to even exist,” Aqua says as she shifts its weight between each hand. Something passes quickly over her face as she studies it, something like surprise. What’s she doing, anyway? “…A shame it’s been used for so much harm.”

Vanitas rolls his eyes. These people are too sentimental about inanimate objects.

Aqua holds up two fingers, magic gathering around her. There’s a silent moment before she draws a line in the air, pulling out a glowing chain from the ether. She wraps it around the handle of his keyblade and hands it back. Vanitas isn’t dumb enough to think he’d be able to pull it back off.

“The first rule is: under no circumstances will you summon your keyblade. Do not use it and do not hurt anyone or hit anything. I will know if you do. Got that?”

“Whatever.”

“The second rule is,” she pauses, “Let someone know where you are and if you’re going somewhere. If you go outside you must have someone else with you.”

Vanitas rolls his eyes at that, not that they can see it.

“And keep your helmet off,” Terra adds, “It’ll be better if we can see your face.”

Ventus freezes, obviously uncomfortable. Oh. Oh. This’ll be fun. “Wait, guys—”

“No, no, Venny boy. You heard them,” Vanitas laughs, letting it disappear from his face. He sees the moment the two masters realize and laughs harder, ignoring how piercing the pain in his side is in response. The look on their faces! Their wide eyes and stunned expressions, it's like he hurt to look at. How weak. “It’s the rules! You can take it back at any time if you want to ignore the monster with your precious Sora’s face.”

He’s laughing, but a sudden taste of bitterness swells in the back of his throat, almost choking him. He redirects it out of habit, having it form behind him instead of coming out the much more unpleasant way.

Then Aqua and Terra summon their keyblades and he realizes what he’s doing. Shit.

Vanitas whips around before they can even try to do anything and grabs the little half-formed emotion by the head, ignoring the tearing in his side that makes his vision black out for a moment that feels too long.

“…’kay, it’s okay!” Ventus had been apparently saying, “He’s already got it!”

Aqua and Terra both lower their keyblades, but don’t dismiss them. Terra is an easy man to read, he’s angry and confused, yet cautious and wary. He’s learned. Aqua is easier to read than earlier, with her anger plain on her face, but something underneath is unfamiliar. He doesn’t like it. Ventus looks between him and the other two with worry, his heart so obviously on his sleeve.

Vanitas asks himself for the hundredth time why he’s here.

“Fourth rule,” Aqua says through gritted teeth, eyeing the strangled Unversed with caution. It hangs in his hand, wiggling around like a small scared animal. “No Unversed, I don’t want to see any of them running around here. Am I clear?”

There was once an old “training” exercise his old master made him do, in order to test his limits. Outside of all the killing of his own emotions to make him stronger, Xehanort had wondered if Vanitas could produce stronger Unversed by letting it build. The man’s hypothesis wasn’t exactly wrong, so he made him keep pushing those limits.

Vanitas knows his own limits better than most people could understand in their lifetime. And he knows how to ignore them.

Vanitas tightens his hold around the head of the barely formed Unversed, crushing it in his grip with a splatter and cutting off its erratic squirming. It goes limp, dangling lamely for a moment before melting into darkness and getting absorbed back into his being. It doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as the pain radiating from his side, worse than before. He watches three pairs of eyes widen, and wonders why they're so surprised. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.

“Fine.”

No Unversed until they kick him out of here. Judging by how things are going so far, that won’t be too difficult.

It’s been a week. In that week Vanitas has been subjected to the most unfamiliar actions he has ever witnessed. It started on the first day, when Vanitas spent the day in his designated room laying down and healing. He couldn’t cast cure magic—the spell was practically made of light—and even if he could, he knows from experience that it would only tear at his skin and make it all worse.

What he needed was darkness, and there wasn’t much to pull from this world despite it technically being a world in between. If he was going to fix himself quickly he’d need someone else’s, but that required contact. The slow route it is, then.

Unfortunately, some people didn’t get that he wanted to be alone. He made it through most of the day without being bothered before there was a knock on the door.

“What do you want, Ventus?” He answered with as much distaste he could force into his voice without it forming an Unversed. There’s only two people who could have such a presence, and one of them was currently in a coma on another world.

The door opened slowly, and Ventus’s head poked around the edge of it. “Uh, hey Vanitas.”

Vanitas sat up swiftly, ignoring the reopening of his wound, and stared at Ventus blankly until he continued.

“You missed breakfast.” He stepped out from behind the door, closing it softly behind him. He held a plate of something in his hand, his fingers idly drumming along the underside of it. “We left a sandwich out for you for lunch, and, well, none of us have seen you anywhere—”

“I’m not like you, genius. I don’t need to eat.” A partial lie, but that wasn’t any of Ventus’s business. He didn’t need food very often, but it helped in the energy department. “What do you care, anyway? I’m out of the way.”

Ventus frowned. “Well, I brought you food anyway. The sandwich from earlier.” He set it down on the desk near the bed, before hesitating for a moment. His hands held still in the air, as if unable to decide what to do. “Vanitas?”

“What?”

“I wanted to say thanks. Y’know, for bringing back Sora.”

Vanitas froze, not knowing how to respond to that. “…I brought him back to you in a coma, with no explanation as to why.” And it will stay that way, most likely. “Don’t go thanking me yet.”

“You…” Ventus glanced at him with a strange expression, his eyes flicking around as he looked over Vanitas’s face. “You know why he’s like this?”

Vanitas suddenly became incredibly aware of his lack of a mask. He looked away, forcing his face to stay blank. “No.”

There’s a long moment of silence.

A wave of a heated emotion passed through him, simmering underneath the surface, but it was quickly smothered. That emotion… didn’t belong to Vanitas.

“…Don’t lie to me.” Ventus said quietly. The hisses of that language are discordant, like he hasn’t spoken it in a long time. Vanitas looked up, but his other half was already turning away. “I’ll check in on you later. Try to at least taste the food, please?”

The door closed, almost all traces of that simmering emotion from Ventus had vanished by that point, but Vanitas held onto it. That emotion… Vanitas twisted it and turned it, feeling a strange amount of resistance. He tugged and dragged it through their one-sided connection into his own torn heart. Then, not caring of the rules and careful not to mix the emotion with his own, he pulled it from the slightly bleeding wound in his side.

Annoyance, impatience, worry, fear, and a surprising amount of resentment all combined into the scrappy little thing called desperation. It was small, small enough to skitter around in his hand. Vanitas would expect nothing more, coming from Ventus. In fact he would expect even less. Even through Vanitas pulling it into being, Ventus shouldn’t be able to make an Unversed, no matter how tiny. That implied the existence of darkness. At least, that’s what he had thought.

What happened to Ventus?

When he asked himself that question, something responded, sharp like the short screech of breaking glass, deep within his heart. He held back a gasp, the small Unversed getting crushed in his fist as his chest ignited with the pain of someone chipping away from the inside. This wasn’t supposed to happen, at least not yet. Vanitas still needed to heal physically, nevermind whatever mess his heart was in.

“That wasn’t the deal, idiot.” Vanitas hissed through gritted teeth, his clawed hands piercing through the arms of his suit. If the pain didn’t stop soon, he’d draw enough blood for that building emotion to escape without him meaning to. “I play nice, and you don’t fuck up what I have left!”

The pain stopped immediately. All of it. Even the pain in his torn side was reduced to numbness. If he didn’t know any better, he would have lost a hold on the skin he wore with how quickly the numbness spread through his entire body. Laying back in the bed, his legs dangled off the edge as he caught his breath and focused.

He despised his current situation. His heart was still fractured, his body was falling apart, and he had to play goody-goody with the Guard Dogs of Light at the same time. He was dancing on eggshells while juggling bombs in the middle of enemy territory. Or… whatever-they-were-now territory.

So why was he even here?

From that part deep inside, where the pain had just cut off into numbness, spread warmth. It felt… nice. Soothing. He was unused to that, and it was confusing how easily it made his eyes droop. But it… it wasn’t bad.

Right. He’ll just do what he always does and figure it out.

#unfinished #kh #my stuff #my words #reluctantly ok to rb #vani tas #part 1

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years ago

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Switch tk hcs:

I wanted to start dumping my enstars hcs and ofc I had to start with my fave unit ajdhsjdhksdh

My hcs are usually all over the place so read at your own risk lmao

Natsume:

Natsume was probably the first character I fell in love with back when I started playing. And he must love me back 'cause I got his 5* very early on. I remember thinking 'it would be cool to get his card' and then BAM he just showed up in my next pull lol (same thing happened with Tsukasa, I must attract redheads or smth lmao).

AnywaYS, Natsume is a ler-leaning switch... no pun intended lol. He is the definition of a ticklish ler. I can imagine he enjoys being tickled but would rather be nice to Tsumugi than admit it out loud.

He prefers being the ler, always enjoys messing with people by tickling them... *cough* *cough* Tsumugi. Like srsly when he found out fuzzy hair was ticklish it was like he hit the jackpot 'cause now he can easily make him crumble with just a few wiggly fingers.

Natsume's tickles are pretty playfull and he makes sure to never take it too far... unless he's tickling Tsumu, then he shows no mercy lmao (someone pls save him).

As much as he likes to mess with others, he also likes to help those in need and is willing to give cheer up tks as well.

Now if anyone dared to tickle him, he can and will put a curse on you lmao. Unless it's Tsumugi since he doesn't get affected by Natsume's magic (lucky bastard).

Natsume is pretty ticklish in the common spots like his tummy, sides, feet, etc. But he's pretty good at holding in his laughter when tickled in those areas (he will start to break if you keep going at it for a while or if you catch him by surprise).

Now I'm gonna self project and say that his worst spot is his armpits. He just cannot handle any tickles there for dear life. Definitely gets him all shrieky when tickled there.

His neck is also pretty bad. As much as he tries to surpress his giggles he just can't. He let's out the cutest 'lil giggles and he gets all bashful and uaghdhfjdhhnsjdjshd💖

Tsumugi

I swear the more Tsumugi content I see the more relatable he becomes. I just wanna give him a hug 🥺💖

He has one of my fave singing voices in the game and if I remember correctly in his wiki it said that this was his va's first singing gig so I was pretty surprised.

Ok but like Tsumugi is cannonically ticklish in the anime and it's so freaking cute!!!

He's a pure switch. He doesn't deny liking being tickled, but also doesn't admit it (we all know he likes it lol).

He's constantly bullied by Natsume, but he much prefers getting tickled to death than getting punched so he takes it as a sign of improvement.

Overall he's ticklish pretty much everywhere

His worst spot is his tummy for sure, because I said so lmao. He cannot handle raspberries nor nibbles there, they're both instant killers for him. His tummy is so ticklish he can't even handle a belly rub without giggling.

As a ler oof he might seem all nice and innocent but oh god can he be a tease. He's the type of ler that pretends to be clueless of the whole situation while just tickling you to pieces with that stupid, pure smile plastered on his face. He knows exactly what he's doing!

His main victim- I mean lee is obviously Natsume. Once he learned about the magician's weakness ofc he had to use it against him. Natsume gets hella violent whenever Tsumugi tickles him, like he will throw punches, kicks, might even bite him if he's in close range. He'll say every curse word imaginable all while laughing hysterically (that just makes Tsumu wanna tickle him even more 'cause it's just so funny lol).

His specialty would be cheer up tks since he enjoys helping others, including Natsume (even if the bastard denies it, Tsumu can just TELL).

Sora

I've grown very fond of Sora recently, he's so freaking adorable!!!

Another pure switch. He has 0 issues admitting that he likes being tickled. He'll even ask the other two to tickle him from time to time. His laughter is very bubbly and squeaky, very addicting to hear. It definitely makes the others wanna tickle him more and laugh along with him. His smile is as bright as the sun, who wouldn't wanna tickle him?!

He's ticklish everywhere, but if I had to pinpoint a bad spot it would he his neck. Even at just the lightest touch he'll scrunch up his neck and his giggles get even more high pitched.

Now you'd think Natsume would be the tickle monster of the group, but it's actually this 'lil guy. He loves running up to the other two and tackling them in hugs and going to town on their weak spots. He loves making them laugh and finds it fun to tickle them.

Natsume is a lot more forgiving when Sora tickles him and tries his best to stay still, but will end curling up into a giggly 'lil ball.

So y'know how Sora can see people's auras, now imagine if he could also pinpoint people's tickle spots based on their aura. Idk how that would work but it's fun to think about lol.

He teases his lees unintentionally by pointing out how cute their laugh is, or how ticklish a certain spot is, etc. Definitly works on the older two.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars tickle #ensemble stars tickle #natsume sakasaki #tsumugi aoba #sora harukawa #natsume hcs #tsumugi hcs #sora hcs

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felikatze · 3 years ago

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I literally doesn't know anything about Yen Sid but your undying rage toward him is something that can be so beautiful

listen the man says he's "retired", meaning he has Definetly not renewed his teaching license, but he STILL exercises the authority to pose exams

AND when the Powers Of Darkness manage to sneak into the exam in order to steal an examinee's heart, yen sid has the decency to fail the guy cuz he ran into a trap! that's not sora's fault! this dumbass should've used his magic powers to make the exam more secure, or let sora take a non-darkness infested re-exam or something. but noooo, saving sora from darkness is extra credit for the other guy, so he passes but sora doesnt.

Also the guy presents himself as The Exposition Man but he's just wrong sometime. This Being Wrong lead to Sora's kill count increasing by like, 6. The people were fine later but still.

AND THEN in kh3 the guy can just pull a moses on hoardes of enemies but has he ever stood up from his chair before that? no.

this is not even getting into how he probably knew a woman was trapped in hell for ten years and just didnt tell anybody. she's traumatized now. yea

i know there's some doylist explanations for this, e.g the thing yen sid was wrong about is an assumption also made by the guys he was wrong about, and this assumption Being Wrong is a big theme and point of conflict in some of the games, or him never doing anything because sora is the protagonist and the protagonist needs to Do Cool Stuff (even with the protag clause sora could've still passed the exam though)

yen sid is to me personally more dislikable than xehanort (the big bad), because old man xehanort is Just Evil, he's like. not supposed to be one of the good guys. So when that guy forces children to battle to the death you're like "yeah that tracks." But when yen sid pulls smth stupid you go, "isn't he supposed to be one of the nice ones?"

yea

#Feli gets asked #kingdom hearts #this has been a non-exhaustive list of reasons i hate yen sid

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aquagustd · 2 years ago

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seriously jk cracked me up this chapter, its literally like

"jungkook whats wrong?"

"oh you know, sora dumped me *pops champagne* im devastated"

i enjoyed reading it so much.

something that really saddens me is how much im starting to doubt tae. i was so sure he would be a great partner to oc but now i dont think he would. i dont know if its intentional, but the way he's acting last couple of chapters feels like a switch with jungkook's character. when tae's introduced to us, he's this really stable man, has a great, not illegal (i hope) job, and he seems like a perfect opportunity for oc to finally settle down and find someone loving and caring. when we first see jk he's a dick, he's there then he disappears, appears again when its conventional for him, but he's never really there for oc and barely there for their son. gradually, we see jk turn into a man tae once was and tae became the way jk was in the beginning (he leaves when things dont go his way and doesnt answer oc's calls or texts but we know he's fine and having fun with other people) while jk tried so hard to be a better father, oc's support system and even buys a factory to run a "normal" business (im still not sure if he's honest about that but lets say he is for the sake of it). that being said, i really hope oc doesnt end up with either of them lmao it would be nice if jk and oc were to have a healthy co-parenting relationship but nothing beyond that. neither of them actually deserve her, poor girl always one of them is stressing her out, if its not tae then its jk.

also, i really like sora? i feel like its a very unpopular opinion but she is so interesting to me. i always imagined her as devon so i was happy when i found out we imagined the same, but after watching eve's scandal i see her as sora idk maybe its bc of the name (if you like to watch kdramas, i highly recommend bc acting is just top tier). if she was the main character i think more people would like her too, but we naturally lean towards the oc bc a lot of people think oc characters in general need to be these perfect could-never-do-anything-wrong type of characters. also why people get mad when oc does smth stupid ??? yeah people make mistakes, dont you? i also kinda wish there would be sora x jimin spin off (i know you only write oc ff, but a person can hope 🥲) i would read this shit of it even if its just them being business partners and friends.

sorry for the long message but i really appreciate your time and effort to create these stories, thank you so much. remember to stay hydrated and take care of yourself, much love

thank you so much for reading & dropping your thoughts <33

i’m gonna be honest. tae & jk’s character hasn’t switched tbh. tae did ONE thing wrong that affected oc & hurt her feelings which was him ignoring her. which doesn’t compare to anything jk did tbh.

tae is the owner of a hotel chain !! they haven’t switched personalities at all :/ jk isn’t becoming the man tae was in the beginning.

it fascinates me when people say they like sora. you’re right maybe some readers would like her if she was the oc. but tbh then we’d get her pov so we’d know that she doesn’t like junho at all :/ and she’s fake with him all the time. even jungkook can’t pick up on that. but it was evident when she was sulking throughout junho’s bday party and then complained that jungkook was wasting money on his son. maybe it’s bc i know more about her but imo i don’t think many readers would like her if she was the oc. her backstory is interesting but she’s really not a good person.

but that’s bc i know more about her maybe 👁

#fic: hie #squishies

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