"Why do I keep dreaming about him?
...about them...
...him...
Did I know them?
Were they... my friends...?
(or did they hate me?)
(maybe they were right to)
and why do i always reach for that darkness?
i'm supposed to be afraid
and i am
but
maybe
he
is
too"
Little Ventus comic, coming from @izzyzzl and my alternate canon
Lots of focus on Vanitas as an entity who gained his own sentience outside of simply being "Darkness", and Ventus' crippling damage and growing insanity from the instability of being filled only with Light. It's a fate that is just as dangerous as being only Darkness. They ache for each other, and may find that they're the only ones who can truly understand each other. 🖤
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Unspoken Words - Part 1
I'm lazy and don't have the patience to draw a full comic so I used MMD.
FOR THE FEELS ; A ; I need Terra talking more dammit, so here's him expressing himself a bit more.
I made this mainly for closure after KH3 (as do most Terraqua artists do with their artwork, I suppose ehe)
Sorry if it's OOC, this is kind of the result of exploring these characters, their pent-up emotions, and just my take on them. That and I'm several years late. I got back into KH and BBS after 3 rounds of Covid hitting me. Terraqua became my comfort ship.
How bold of me to use a Terra POV when I don't know him as well as Aqua. Please don't kill me.
I guess I'll see how this goes and decide from the responses if I'll upload part 2.
Credits
BBS models by Otzipai-Art, KlaidAstoria and VulpesFelidaeMMD
Anti-Aqua model by wallawallabingbong
Stage models by Mr-Mecha-Man, redRevolutionnaire, Square Enix & Disney, Nintendo, Julehyrule, AJD-262 and Hakirya
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Roxas and Ventus Appreciation Week Day 1: Stars
"And sometimes, I don't really think they'd understand!" Ventus laughed as though it were some inside joke, rather than a confession. "Ha! Crazy, right? I've known Terra and Aqua my whole life, and yet . . . ."
Ventus' smile began to falter, and his eyes drifted towards the night sky. Roxas only watched in silence - he didn't need to say anything to tell Ventus' happy facade was slipping. To tell that Ventus was finally realizing how lonely he actually was.
". . . the only one who really knows how empty I feel without Sora here is- is you."
Ventus pressed his lips into a thin line, and stared ahead at his Master's grave, and the memorial they'd set up for Sora there. It'd been quite a few months since his disappearance and Kairi's return.
. . . The aching in Roxas' heart hadn't stopped since that day. He knew very well that Ventus could feel it, too. Even if, over time, the pain had dulled, it hadn't stopped. It wouldn't stop.
But Roxas could offer a bit of comfort, in the way he leaned his head against Ventus' own, and grabbed for his hand.
I'm with you.
Ventus' breath hitched, but he stayed staring at the stars.
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[Image description: The latter eight pages of a digital comic featuring Vanitas and Ventus. There are full descriptions of all of the pages under the cut. End image description.]
the dishes, part two of two (previous)
[Image description: The ninth page. Ventus sighs softly and follows Vanitas, finding him sitting in an armchair next to a circular wooden table, holding his knees to his chest and facing the window. The Blue Sea Salt and a Red Hot Chili hover in the air, and the Hareraiser sits in the armchair opposite Vanitas. Ventus comes and picks up the Hareraiser, which wriggles around in a panic. He sits down and strokes the Hareraiser, calming it down. He’s silent for a beat, then says, “They’re not going to hurt you over a glass. Or over anything else.” Vanitas looks over at him, his face cast in shadow and his eyes glowing, and says, “Shut it, eavesdropper.” Ventus looks down at the Hareraiser sadly and replies, “I’m not trying to. Our hearts are connected. …Even when we’re not sharing a body.”
The tenth page. The central border between the panels wavers from left to right, in a push-pull type manner. Ventus sets the Hareraiser down on the floor and says, “I don’t think... that reuniting is possible anymore. And even if it were, I don’t know if I’d want to.” Vanitas smiles as Ventus says, “It’s selfish of me. I’m sorry.” Ventus places his hands on his lap, palms up. “But… we’re our own people now.” He clenches them into fists. “We can’t change… the things that changed us.” He relaxes them. “We can’t keep chasing a past that’s gone.” He begins to lace his fingers together. “So there’s no ‘true Ventus’ anymore. It’s just us.” His fingers are fully laced. “We’re him, and he’s us. That’s all.”
The eleventh page. The panels are drawn in the shape of an X. Vanitas's glowing eye is half-lidded as he replies, “...I don’t want to be me. I don’t want to be apart. It’s too painful this way, just the dark half of the person I was before. But that’s why you don’t want me back, isn’t it? Because then you’d be in pain, too.” Ventus insists emotionally, “I do want you. I want you here, not ‘fading away’—and you already are here, with me. Not reuniting doesn’t mean we’re apart. We’ve always been connected, even after that day.” The outline of Ventus and Vanitas’s armchairs is connected into the shape of a heart by a bright pink thread, which twists around the panels. Ventus holds his left hand to his chest and says firmly, “I’m with you.” The shadow on Vanitas’s face starts to melt away, and he gazes at Ventus silently with an ambivalent expression.
The twelfth page. Ventus keeps his hand on his chest and continues solemnly, “And maybe the pain isn’t coming from the darkness. I don’t think it’s as simple as light is good, and darkness is bad. Maybe you don’t think it’s possible for me to feel true pain with a heart of light, but I can and I do. Because ‘pure light and pure darkness don’t exist,’ right?” Vanitas’s face has cleared up and he leans into his palm. Annoyed, he mutters, “Eavesdropper...” Ventus continues, “Maybe it’s just… that you went through a lot. That someone hurt you a lot.” Vanitas’s face is half cast in shadow again as he looks down with a bitter smile. Ventus finishes, “So it’s not you. It’s not something that’s wrong with you. You just were never shown a different way. You hadn’t been given a chance to see all the good things in life, just the bad things.” Vanitas looks pensive as the Blue Sea Salt alights on his knee, the Red Hot Chilis flit through the air, and the Hareraiser and Thornbite look up at him. He says, “...Like the Unversed.”
The thirteenth page. Ventus smiles gently and says, “Yeah. So let’s live. Together.” He extends his right hand. “We can share our darkness and our light with each other.” Vanitas silently clenches his fists in his lap, then rises from the armchair. He slowly walks over to Ventus, who is questioning but silent as Vanitas grabs his extended hand, lifting him from his seat. The panel border bursts into a series of stars as Vanitas pulls Ventus in for a hug. Ventus reacts with initial surprise, then hugs him back with a relieved smile. Their panel transforms into a radiating yellow circle, with a black crescent and small white star within. A red halo is drawn around Vanitas’s head, and it fades into Ventus’s green one.
The fourteenth page. Still hugging, Ventus starts, “...Hey. Do you want me to call you ‘Ventus’?” Vanitas looks surprised. He pulls away and stutters uncertainly, “N-no, that’s...” He turns his face away with closed eyes and a bead of sweat on his cheek. He says, “It’s too late, and everyone would be confused and ask annoying questions, and… It’s fine. It’s your name as much as it is mine. You can keep it.” Ventus pensively taps his chin with his finger and asks, “But ‘Vanitas’ isn’t that good either, is it?” He’s silent for a beat, then points up with a smile and suggests, “What if I gave you a nickname?” Vanitas puts his hand on his hip with a wry grin and says, “Really? This whole thing started because I said I don’t like our name being mangled, and now you’re gonna do it too?” Ventus crosses his arms with an irritated grimace and answers, “Well, it’s a stupid name from a stupid guy. Maybe it deserves a little mangling.” Vanitas scoffs and says, “Yeah, I guess.”
The fifteenth page. Ventus asks, “So, ‘Van’?” Vanitas responds flatly, “No.” Ventus asks, “...‘Vani’?” Vanitas responds, “I’ve already given up.” Ventus urges, “Aw, come on, give me a chance! Umm, ‘Nita’!” Vanitas reacts with a slightly flustered expression. He turns around and snaps, “That’s it, I’m going to go do something actually pleasant. Like stick some more glass in my hand.” Ventus protests, “Nooo!!” The color palette changes to monochrome greens in a series of panels that show Vanitas back at the dishes, putting toothpaste on a toothbrush, lying in bed to sleep, and still lying awake as the sun rises. In all of them, he is thinking of the name “Nita,” and his expression gradually changes from neutral to deeply frustrated.
The final page. The color palette is in monochrome reds. Ventus strolls into the panel and yawns, “Morning, Vanitas.” Vanitas freezes, then looks silently over his shoulder at Ventus with an embarrassed expression, holding his hands up like a raptor. Ventus stares silently at him for a beat, then tilts his head and says quizzically, “...Nita?” Vanitas becomes very embarrassed, his face once again being covered in shadow and his glowing eyes darting away. He suddenly runs off into a big ball of darkness. From offscreen, Ventus cries, “Wha—?! NO CORRIDORS OF DARKNESS IN THE HOUSE!!” End image description.]
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