#seen i guess <33

[truthundressing]

no one will ever understand the mfasr mv like me and h do <3

[tohjwcc]

(click for better quality)

Sammy watching Yaz compete, wishing her good luck <33

Yasammy fanart, wishing we get to see it in Chaos Theory. I mean, Sammy watching Yaz compete, if that was unclear 👀

I really didn't bother doing the background cool. I never have the patience to draw a background, I usually just have a color or two covering the white background. So, it looks weird, and that's how it is

[kicktwine]

idk how it would happen but I imagine ven meeting his younger selves and they’re both so different. But the same. But different

he meets the one stuck in the desert with no memories and immediately almost gets his head cut off, just because — for ease of reading, he’ll refer to himself as Ven and the younger one as Ventus and the youngest one… Little Ven. Look, he never said he was that creative, and they like their name — because he startled him. He doesn’t remember the badlands that well, but he does remember how jumpy it made him. That’s still… there.

anyways he almost gets his head cut off because Ventus hears someone’s big metal shoes behind him and whips around, keyblade in hand, and Ven backs out of the way with his hands up and an eep! and puts a lid on the instinct to summon his own keyblade. Ventus’ face gives away his emotions pretty much instantly, which it doesn’t do so much anymore, but it goes fear-anger-confusion-VERYconfusion-fearagain-curiosity-confusion-bigshowyhuffyface. Like a kitten making itself look bigger. Ven tries to make himself look smaller, or at least non threatening. Or at least not like an evil future version of himself come to end his bloodline here and now. Would you believe he had that irrational fear every once in a while he’d make some kind of dumb mistake and go ah, I hope this doesn’t have universal consequences i feel the repercussions of via someone smarter than me coming to tell me off! which, I mean it’s not The Most irrational. Time travel exists. He’s doing… it(???). Ventus seems to settle somewhere between genuine curiosity and cornered kitten.

“Who are you?”

Wow his voice is higher! It dropped pretty late. Mostly while he was training here, so he never really had the embarrassed-by-voice-cracking thing Aqua told him about with Terra, he was worried about other things. And his hair is so much scruffier, and his skin is dry-looking, he doesn’t remember taking care of himself very well out here. There’s nothing here, really. Has Ventus eaten? Today? Should he have brought the conchas from the kitchen. Is that an open cut on his arm? That’s blood. That’s bad. Ven’s been forgetting to speak and just looking at his younger self which is not helping his nerves, he doesn’t think. “Uh… you? Older you! We’re in a dream, sort of, I think.”

probably not the right thing to say, even though ven’s not sure what WOULD be the right thing to say. That was about the most succinct he could make it. Ventus’ eyes narrow, and he drops the curiosity, and Ven knows what just happened, he thinks this is a test now. It’s absurd enough to not be real, and it must be illusion magic. Ventus spins his keyblade behind him and lowers his stance (still kinda sloppy, the Master was always— Xehanort was always on him about it even though apparently holding a keyblade backwards was fine). “Bullcrap,” he spits.

“Language!” Ven scolds, feeling the spirit of Aqua fill him. Ventus is too nervous to say anything more than “crap” though, which is kind of cute but weird to think about now that he’s still nervous around adults but swears like a sailor around, like, Roxas.

“Either leave me alone or fight!”

“I don’t wanna—“ And then Ventus jabs at him, his patience for the test spent. The faster he passes, the faster he can go sit down and the less of a chance he gets hurt. Ven dodge rolls out of the way once, twice, threefourtimes, getting ten pounds of dust down his shirt. He never liked this feeling. Dust stuck to his skin. Ventus gets more and more frustrated with every miss, starting to make angry growls when he does, and snaps out a strike raid, which misses, and it misses on the way back, but Ven is busy righting himself from where it missed and Ventus gets a heavy slash in right on his knuckles, which stings.

Ven recoils, and Ventus sees the real actual blood on his knuckles and the teeth of Wayward Wind and his eyes blow wide. Almost immediately, he drops his keyblade and backs away, hugging his arms to his chest and turtling in his jacket. “Oh— sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry! I messed up.”

“it’s okay! It’s okay, it’s fine,” Ven reassures him, really really wanting to stop hearing himself over-apologize. He quickly, telegraphing his moves because he knows how bad this could look, summons his keyblade and casts a quick Cure. The wound vanishes, even though it’s gonna leave a bruise anyways. Ven shows his arm. “See? Totally fine.”

Ventus doesn’t move towards him, but un-turtles slightly. His eyes linger on Ven’s hand — fine. Like he said — to the space his, their keyblade was just summoned, the one he’s holding his version of. To his face, which is pretty similar, though Ventus hasn’t looked at himself in a mirror in a while. To his outstretched arm, and the thin scars over it, and his own scrawny arm, dried blood still shiny over a thin but deep cut.

Ven follows his gaze. “Can I see that?” he asks, gently.

Ventus slowly, very deliberately shuffles his way over and gives up his arm to be looked at. Ven takes it — Ventus almost flinches when he touches him, totally real and corporeal and warm and stuff — and once again casts Cure, this time a Curaga just to cover anything he might not be showing him. Ven used to do that, before he knew what he was doing but after he was too floaty to know what he was doing at all, he’d just not tell anyone he was uncomfortable. It felt shaky and bad to verbalize, and it took Terra specifically a long time to teach him that no was a good word and I made a mistake was not the end of the world. Ven’s not gonna be able to teach the younger version of himself that whole thing in a few hours. But y’know — at least he can be nice.

Ventus studies the spot on his arm that he cured. It’s going to scar because he didn’t get to it on time, but he knew that, and Ventus figures that out, his stare moving to the same scar on Ven’s forearm. And the rest of them. Some the same, some came later. He is not, pointedly, removing his arm from Ven’s hands.

Ventus’ voice is tentative and scratchy. “Why’re you here?”

“Um,” Ven says, elegantly. “I’m not sure.”

”That’s dumb,” Ventus huffs.

“Hey.”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ven says, gesturing for his other hand. Ventus hesitates — fear-worry-want, his face is like an open book — and gives it to him, finally desummoning his keyblade. “Do you not know Cure yet?”

Ventus scowls again. “Shouldn’t you remember? No.”

Ven shakes his head. “I don’t remember when we learned it. I thought it was before this.”

“I don’t remember anything before this.” Ventus, despite curling forwards into the touch he’s being given, somehow scowls even deeper.

Ven kneels. “And I don’t remember being so angry,” he says, softly. “We don’t get much better at the memory thing in the future.”

“Oh.” Ventus keeps standing. “Do—“ he bites his lip.

“Do what?”

“Do we… do we get better at — you’re … I’m… mad. I don’t like— You don’t look— Do we— nevermind, sorry. It’s nothing.”

“We get happier,” Ven says, something inside him crumbling. “We do, we get friends, even.”

Ventus’ eyes widen, not looking at him. “Here?”

“No, not here. It… it’s a long story. But I promise it gets better.” Ven doesn’t like looking at this. He spent so long not thinking about it — on purpose, not thinking about it, ever since he woke up in the Land of Departure “thinking about it” was more of a phrase that meant shaky, scattered flashes of memory and sharp copper smells and waking up with his heart in his throat and his muscles trying to scatter out of existence or hearing a metal fixture drop to the floor with a loud clang! and suddenly he couldn’t hear anything except ringing and it was all, an abstract cocktail of not good that he never untangled and avoided like the plague — that… making it real, seeing himself just exist in a terrible place while nothing happens to him like those flashes of memory, it makes it real. And it breaks something inside him, something really small but gummed up because before this he had a layer of detachment from the whole thing, and he almost wants to cry. Ven knows now that he didn’t deserve this and it was stupid and horrible and he should have just had friends who loved him this whole time because it’s possible and he’s a likeable person and he has good to give and love to receive. But Ventus doesn’t know that yet, and he sure won’t believe it until it happens. He remembers not believing it. He remembers thinking it wouldn’t ever get better, and how much better it feels now that it has, and — oh, okay he is crying cool. Ventus looks at him like he’s grown a second head, all confusion and worry and tentative digging inside himself to see what he should do.

“Do… um. Do you want a hug?” Ventus asks nervously.

Ven nods. Ventus’ arms curl around Ven’s back, all thin shaky noodles and no muscles and fewer scars and not used to doing this. Not too hard — he doesn’t want to weird him out — Ven hugs back as best he can. He learned how to give pretty stellar hugs from his friends. He hopes Ventus can feel it.

[miscellaneousfanblog]

omfg ill kill takumi myself what a freak

[phosphorus-noodles]

olis new skin is so pink huge win for neapolitan oli truthers (me)

THAT’S SO TRUE THIS IS A HUGE WIN !!!

[ryanxross]

i dont use this word lightly but my roommate is the biggest narcissist ive ever fucking met and that is fucking saying something

[skrunksthatwunk]

mannnn ok i've been waiting for the yyh fixation cycle to put me back on (!!!!!!!) rather than (thing i am so normal about but it's dormant) and it's taken a little longer than i expected and i was worried it was going away but i am happy to announce that WE ARE SO BACK BABYYY

[milkbreadtoast]

bit of a niche ship but how do you fee about the DOGBOY POLYCULE (werewolf, crunchy, and red velvet)

R U KIDDING I LOVE THEM...🥹🥹🥹 omg just thinking abt these 3 makes me so happy i love them all sm 🥺💕 bi emo/goth dogboy trio 🫶 idk if i ship the 3 of them romantically but i love them being friends... i love how their personalities r all so diff but they can bond over a shared love of dogs/being a furry KDJSJ

also I love a lot of werewolf pairings/dynamics and red velvet/werewolf is 1 of my favs tbh skfbndbc 🥺🥺 i wrote some of my thoughts abt them on twitter im just gonna dump em here hang on (in roughly chronological order) (EDIT: IDK WHY THE IMAGE FORMAT GOT SO MESSED UP AND I CANT FIX IT but pls ignore that and click thru 😭)

also this is literally crunchy and red velvet's dynamic smdbsm<33

[inkykeiji]

Clari I am crying at the leaks. :( all he wanted was to be seen I can’t

the leaks are like,,,, kind of confusing to me LMAO like aside from that heartbreaking line i’m like ????? okay so what is going on here

[synth-spinner]

There was some small kid outside the restaurant window making silly fun hand gestures and there's this HUGE guy sitting by the window (white people so tall) who just immediately started COPYING HIM AND PLAYING WITH HIM AND AND THEY ARE.. HAVING A BLAST !!! World is a joy born to love....<3 be so niceys and have so much fun.. aughhhhh

[starlightkun]

🎶🛌

[jellyinmybelly]

nutmeg and cactus<3

nutmeg: how's your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

there is no theme. in my house or in my room haha i haven't decorated much neither did my family but along the years i really wanted to make my room like those there are in shows of teenagers. ofc i could never do it that good but the highlighted decorations of my room are the origami butterflies, a poster of space vehicles, childhood pictures, an "all the best for your exams" poster my parents made years ago, some of my doodles, books, a wall sticker. i'd like to mention that all of them have backstories and my room is actually kind of blank but it's pretty beautiful too because it's got all these things that give me just so much comfort. hey can that be the theme?

cactus: something you're currently learning (about)?

umm like in school? or just generally? my major is psychology so i'm learning that and i'm also learning that i'd really like to start the lgbt club at my uni. and i want the head position (yep i want power). and also that i don't actually love jam unconditionally. there are some definite complications there. also been learning that I'm actually strong and cool. i can do stuff on my own and do them properly. feels good.

[chocoenvy]

MANHWA WOMEN VILLAINS.

THEY ARE THE DEFINITIONS OF CRAZY HOT

ALSO HONKAI—

HONKAI IS FULL OF LESBIANS, HOT GIRLBOSSES, SUSSY BAKA MEN, TRAUMA, SCARS, AND DEATH

I'VE SEEN- I HAVE SEEN THINGS FROM HONKAI AND I AM VERY INTERSTED

AND MANHWA WOMEN VILLAINS??? I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY

[non-un-topo]

If I Had a Heart does things to me like it activates some primal wild woman instinct. I want to hum it in a chapel. I want to crawl on my belly through a forest. I want to lie amongst some ancient ruins and look up at the stars. I want to cover myself in dirt or ash and I want to wade through icy waters.

[starsandthorn]

woww i can't believe faruzan and layla came all by themselves to liyue :] so nice to see them again

[garlickblood]

pissed off because the most popular poet on tumblr has written their tenth rambling plog post in a row complaining about the patriarchy and how all men hate her specifically. tagged poetry with ten thousand notes