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Vanitas sits cross-legged on his bed, holding Terraâs old practice Keyblade and contemplating the examâs results. You failed to keep the darkness inside of you in-check. Terra, hesitantly, as if despite himself, had looked at Vanitas, when their master said that.Â
Vanitas rubs his gloved hand over his mouth, relishing in the scratchy feeling of leather against his soft skin. His thumb brushes the wood grain of the Keyblade, idly.Â
Vanitas ponders the ways of the light and the dark. Terra and Vanitas have always been close; and what is Vanitas, if not ineffably tainted by the dark?
He chokes on the thought, attempting to swallow it and the emotions it conjures. He cannot allow himself to make an Unversed. Vanitas is being foolish; foolhardy, as his Master would say. He has to keep better control of his wandering thoughts; a focused mind leads to a focused heart, and only with focus can Vanitas overcome the darkness inside of him.Â
And then thereâs a wooden knock on his doorway. Expecting Aqua, or maybe the Master, Vanitas tosses the practice Keyblade onto his bedspread with more force than it probably requires, raising his head somewhat miserably, to look atâ
Vanitas goes very, very still.
A boy stands in the open doorway, standing prim and tall. Heâs dressed in⌠some kind of armor, Vanitas decides. It doesnât look like metal, but it doesnât look like cloth either. Not quite flesh, though something about it feels�� organic. Bright, gleaming white, it hugs the boyâs torso, covering him from the tips of his fingers to the spiked, jagged helmet that covers his face.
Heâs standing with one hand behind his back, and he raises the other in a jaunty wave. He bobs excitedly in place, leaning his weight on his heels.Â
It sort of reminds Vanitas of when he⌠no, that canât be right. But thereâs something about this boy, something that has him freezing still like a rabbit standing before a predator. An Unversed tugs itself from his chest, bubbling up from the pooling darkness at Vanitasâ feet.Â
A Hareraiser rises from the ground, formless purple turning into a rabbit, red eyes crying, holding onto its own ears. Vanitas feels his fear ebb, halfway to being calm. Swallowing the immediate rush of guilt and regret that tastes like bile, he fixes his gaze on the stranger.
He stands from his bed, falling into a combat position. The masked boy pays this no mind, though. Instead, he bends a little at the waist and coos. âOh my,â he gasps, reaching out for the Unversed. âArenât you just the cutest little thing!â It flinches away from his outstretched fingers, skittering across the wooden floor. It hides behind Vanitasâ shins, making tiny noises.
âWho are you?â Vanitas snaps, making his voice as authoritative as he doesnât feel.
The mask tilts, until it's faceless visage is looking at Vanitas, and not the Hareraiser. âSo thatâs seriously your Negativity? Thatâs so cool,â he sighs, forlorn and breathless, like heâs genuinely jealous of Vanitasâ Unversed. âOh, sorry!â He chirps, straightening up suddenly. âWhereâre my manners?â He hooks his hands underneath his helmet and pulls it off, revealingâ
âsomething about his face is making Vanitasâ head spin. Spin and spin, like someoneâs attached a rope to his heart and is tugging on it, incessantly. Something is making Vanitasâ chest feel hot and his fingers twitch. Viciously, he pushes it down. Shoves it back down and stomps on it, pulling on his memories of his Masterâs advice for strength.
âYou have to be in control, Vanitas,â Master Eraqus had said, three years ago now, eyes stony with seriousness. âYou can never, ever let your heart run wild.â
It helps, a little. It makes him feel more grounded, present in his body. He is the master of his emotions, and one day, he will be free of his darkness. He just has to remember that.
Unbeknownst to Vanitasâ disparate emotions, the boy beams wide. His cheeks are ruddy with a youthful vigor that Vanitas lacks, and his green eyes sparkle like gems. Thereâs something bright, about his eyes, about his teeth. Like theyâre backlit by the setting sun, just enough to make them gleam.
Blonde hair bounces as he sticks his hand out to shake. âIâm Ventus!â
He doesnât want to touch this boy; something is telling him not to touch him. Something in the heart-pounding fear rattling his chest. Except forâ something in him wants nothing more than to touch him. To feelâ skin unlike Vanitasâ own. Unperturbed, Ventus drops his hand, grinning wide.
âI canât believe myself! My master would have my head for being so rude!â He laughs, cheerful and bubbly, shaking his head. He thumps the heel of his hand to his forehead, expression sheepish. âThatâs no way to introduce myself, is it? Especially not to someone who could become a friend.â
He drops his hand, and something about his entire cadence changes. His expression sharpens, though it doesnât change; his smile goes from sheepish to wicked between one blink and the next. âBecause we are going to become friends, arenât weâŚâ thereâs something leading in his tone, halfway sweet and halfway⌠something else. ââŚVanitas?â
Vanitasâ fingers go cold, and before he can swallow the feeling, another Hareraiser is rising from an inky puddle at his feet. Then two more, rising into existence as if formed from the shuddering in his chest, the pounding of his heartbeat.Â
âHow do you know that?â Vanitas asks, sharply. Another Hareraiser, and only then does the fear fade. âTell me how you know my name.â
Ventusâ eyebrows climb to his hairline, a smile frozen to his face. âI know a lot,â he says, shrugging like this is⌠like this is nothing, a casual discussion, a joke. He smiles like Vanitas is an idiot, fluttering a hand. ââCause, the thing is⌠Iâm not from here.â
Vanitas stares at him, blankly.
Grinning, Ventus extends a finger towards Vanitasâ window. Not just his window; at the sky. The stars. Other worlds. Heâs from⌠heâs from away. Heâs from outside.Â
Vanitas wasnât born on the Land of Departure. Nobody is; the Master welcomes those with the aptitude to wield a Keyblade, or he gifts them with the aptitude. Aqua and Terra donât ever talk much about their life before coming here, but he knows thereâs nowhere for them to return to. Why would there be? Their home is here.
Except, Vanitas wasnât born here. His memory isâ infamouslyâ spotty, but he remembers⌠not a desert so much as just dirt, dirt devoid of life. Scraping against his soft, bare palms; hard dusty rock that spat clouds that made him choke. Flashes of sheer brown cliffaces, and the taste of his own blood.
âYouâre from outsideâŚâ Vanitas says.
Ventus laughs like thatâs just so funny, shoulders shaking and chest shuddering. He laughs like nobody Vanitas has ever met, like his laughter buoys him, elevates him, makes him better. And something burns in Vanitasâ something between this boyâs face, and his laugh, and his name.Â
Wait.Â
The only other Keyblade Masterâ the man Master Eraqus had called his good friendâ whoâd come to oversee Aqua and Terraâs exam⌠he was from outside, too. This boy had joked about a master, maybe even a Master.
Vanitas says, âMaster Eraqus said Master Xehanort didnât have an apprentice.â
Ventusâ expression snaps to Vanitas, and for the first time, something truly ugly flashes across his face. And then itâs smoothed out, turned into something gentle and soft and a little mocking. âWell⌠if you spend all your time locked up here,â he shrugs a shoulder, giving a gentle smile. âWhatâdyou know?â
Vanitas doesnât look down to see whatever Unversed that statement spawns; he just stands there, almost stutters out of his combat stance, and then forces himself to summon his Keyblade. Void Gear is heavy in his hand, and he holds it in front of himself defensively.
Ventusâ eyes fall onto the Keyblade, and then flick back to Vanitasâ face. âFunny,â he says, a wry tilt to his mouth. âCan I give you some advice? Since weâre friends?â
âSince when have we been friends?â Vanitas snaps.
Ventus laughs again. âSince always, silly,â he mimes wiping a tear from his eye. âBut, hey. Since you donât believe me, Iâll tell you anyway! Call it a sign of good faith.â He beams, clasping his hands in front of himself. âYou mightâŚâ He taps a hand to his cheek, looking up at nothing, theatrical, ââŚwant to check on Terra.â
âWhat?â Whatever Vanitas was expecting, it wasnât that.
âI donât think heâs gonna be feeling like himself,â Ventus says, the sides of his smile curled up sharp. âNot for much longer, anyway.â
Vanitasâ mind is racing, even as more Unversed rise from his feet. The Master will be so disappointed in him⌠but he canât think about that. Instead, he thinks about Ventus. About his words, and his mocking smile, and the fact that he knows Vanitasâ name.
âWhatâs gonna happen to Terra?â Vanitasâ voice is foreign to his ears, a cruel scrape against the otherwise quiet. âWhat are you going to do to Terra?â
He feels the Unversed looming around the dark corners of the room.
âMe?â Ventus says, pointing to himself. âNothing.â
âWhat is your master going to do, then?â
His eyes glow. He seems to gleam. His face⌠looking at it, Vanitas feels hot. Like claws raking against his heart, rending open his chest from the inside out. Looking at his face makes him feel like Vanitas is oozing something.
âWho are you?âÂ
âWho cares?" He says, easy as breathing. "Anyway, my master'll be expecting me back. Nice meeting you!â Ventus waves a hand, wiggling his fingers. And then thereâs a pop, so loud Vanitasâ ears hurt. A bright, white light flashes, like lightning crashing against the cold ground. Vanitas flinches away, flinging Void Gear in front of his chest protectively.
When he blinks, Ventus is gone. Vanitas is alone.
Well, Vanitas and a horde of Unversed. He rubs at his nose, blowing out a frustrated breath. Another Unversed forms as he does; a Blue Sea Salt hovers in the air next to his head, and it gently headbutts him.Â
Vanitas shoves it away, still trying to calm the racing of his heart. A Bruiser noses underneath Vanitasâ arm, and he allows himself to lean against it, lightheaded. He doesnât know whatâs going onâ not yet.Â
But he needs to find out. He needs to warn the Master, about this boy, andâ
Maybe⌠Maybe he better check on Terra, first. Thatâs all. Itâll all make sense. Vanitas will make it make sense. With his bare hands and determination clutched in both fists, heâll make it make sense.
And if he locks the Unversed in his bedroom, trapping them inside⌠well, nobody needs to know. He has to take precautions. He has to hide the evidence. He has to figure this out.
He needs to focus.
#my writing*#kingdom hearts#Yeah man i dont know#ventus#kh vanitas#ive thought a lot about the mechanics of this. the basic idea is that when xehanort split ven and van . van was the one catatonic#and ven was conscious#so nortie boy picked the apprentice that was obviously more immediately useful#and dumped van on eraqus' doorstep with a sob story about how his 'apprentice' almost fell to darkness and#can you help him heal and bring light back into his heart#fully expecting it to not work#plus i feel like strategy wise#utilizing the light against the light is exactly the type of weird twisted logic nortie boy would enjoy#though Dont get me wrong#he has plans for vanitas too#the only thing i need to figure out#Is the unversed#like . during the campaign. obviously ven cant make any#anyway idk. call this a proof of concept more than anything else#a&d
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a single pale rose by YtaloSM2
#YtaloSM2#su fanart#steven universe#su pearl#steven unverse fanart#pearl fanart#fanart#cartoon network#pink diamond#rose quartz#đ¤Ť
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Just a boy and his Flood <ref>
Also Vine memes đś Take me away, a secret place, a great escape đľ
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100 DAYS OF KINGDOM HEARTS DRAWINGS:
DAY 64
sometimes i think flood are cute but then i remember how big they are and get a little nervous
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Flood are cats... right?
Right?
#Kingdom Hearts#KH#Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep#KHBBS#Vanitas#Flood#Unversed#Goldenchocobo's Art#based on cat photos I found
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#kingdom hearts#my art#artwork#illustration#vanitas#kh vanitas#unversed#kh bbs#birth by sleep#kingdom hearts birth by sleep#card#cards#yankaze#portrait#square enix#disney#final fantasy#fanart#sora#kh sora#kh oc
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flood rotation post
#kingdom hearts#kh#unversed#kh bbs#friend shaped#did you know? the flood is the only unversed to not have the unversed symbol on them#this is because they are simply little creatures and also my friends
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unhinged little transgender man
#vanitas#ventus#kingdom hearts#birth by sleep#unversed#my art#his suit of darkness compresses his chest#and he wears a binder under his land of departure clothes#ventus is trans too#finally finished these drawings#I like them!!
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I truly didnât have time to draw the things I wanted to for Valentineâs Day, so please accept this humble Flood. Heâll gladly deliver letters to your friends & loves if you like!
#it was unplanned but he sorta reminds me of the sapphic flag!!#kingdom hearts#vanitas#unversed#flood#floods#kh#valentine's day#valentine#art tag
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Kingdom Hearts 3 - Lump of Horror
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Little guy ready for Christmas đ
We all know Ventus would do this, Vanitas would never
#the lil flood#kingdom hearts#kingdom hearts art#kingdom hearts fanart#kingdom hearts vanitas#kh vanitas#vanitas kingdom hearts#kingdom hearts birth by sleep#kh birth by sleep#kh bbs#kh unversed#kingdom hearts unversed
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I think theyâre silly
(repliku outfit inspired by @/dotted_clouds on twitter)
#namine#namine kh#repliku#replica riku#riku replica#replinami#kingdom hearts#kh#unversed#vanitas is here in spirit#lost trio#lost trio kh#lost trio kingdom hearts#my art#I drew the unversed from memory so it looks kinda funny but we donât talk abt it
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#kingdom hearts#axel#kh axel#roxas#kh roxas#xion#kh xion#rokushi#(if you want)#vanitas#kh vanitas#unversed#art#little guy my beloved
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Friends.
Itâs Spoopy Time.
#kingdom hearts#vanitas#flood#unversed#my art#im pretty sure I've posted this guy before but im posting him again.#might sell a small set of stickers???
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Gods, I love these fucking things (affectionate)
#meme#my memes#godless creatures#midna#ing#warrior ing#hunter ing#shadow beasts#heartless#unversed#enderman#leliel#crawling horror#terrorbeak
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!!!Happy Halloween!!!
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