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ninthfeather · 2 years

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Fanfic Review

Thanks for tagging me, @sapphireswimming!

How many works do you have on ao3?

80! There are a few older works on FFN that I haven’t ported over yet, but most of my fic and certainly everything written in the past few years is on AO3.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

506,547, and I’m not sure if I’m proud or not.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I’ve written fics for a total of 31 different fandoms, which seems like a lot. But I’ve written more, longer fics for some than I have for others. In general:

Several fics/longer fics: Gundam 00, Detective Conan/Magic Kaito, Fullmetal Alchemist, My Hero Academia, M*A*S*H, Jibaku Shonen Hanako-kun, MCU, Persona, Sherlock, The World Ends With You, Critical Role, Arknights, FFXV, The Untamed, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, Code Geass, Kingdom Hearts,

Only short oneshots so far: VLD, Yoru no Kagi, Christopher Nolan’s Batman, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, Sarashinohara, Kanata Kara, So I’m a Spider So What, Fruits Basket, Danny Phantom, The Magnus Archives, Harry Potter, The Umbrella Academy, Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Are there any new fandoms you want to write for?

So my current main project is a Genshin Impact longfic, but I’ve also got WIPs for Jujutsu Kaisen and Neon Genesis Evangelion.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Down Time [BnHA oneshot]

aim to repaint these days [The Untamed oneshot]

Adjustment [DCMK oneshot]

We’ll walk upon these streets (and think of little else) [KH/MCU crossover chapterfic, I’m listed as co-author but @hawk-in-a-tree is doing most of the writing now]

Steeplechase [DCMK chapterfic]

It always surprises me how much better oneshots do than chapterfics when it comes to kudos. Also, the fact that a fic from this year (the one for The Untamed) passed several fics that have been online for years really speaks to the power of big fandoms.

Which of your fics do you want more attention for?

So, in general the fics that get the most attention for me are more governed by the size of the respective fandoms than by how good the fics themselves are. Fics for Gundam 00 just don’t as much attention as fics for BnHA because less people are in the fandom. So, like, I’d love more people to read my Gundam 00 and Arknights fics, but really what that means is that I want more people in those fandoms.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to but I get overwhelmed really easily and like everyone else I’ve had a lot going on this year, so if I didn’t respond to your comment, please know that I did read it and appreciate it.

What sorts of things do you normally write?

I write a lot of crossovers, a lot of outsider POV fics, a lot of found family stuff, and a lot of hurt/comfort, especially emotional hurt/comfort. Recently I’ve been leaning more heavily into writing fics about disability as well.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

So despite generally preferring “angst with a hopeful ending,” I’ve written a surprising number of downer fics. In terms of what happens in the ending, the angstiest ending is in “drink in all of this apocalyptism,” the PMMM/Umbrella Academy crossover fic I wrote. You’re probably not gonna be shocked to hear that it involves an apocalypse. In terms of the ending that is written as being the most bleak, I’d say it’s a toss-up between “I’ll Call You Tomorrow” and “to somehow escape the burning weight.”

What's a fic that pushed you out of your comfort zone?

Speaking of “to somehow escape the burning weight,” I was not comfortable writing even the implication of two characters sleeping together. Unfortunately, while I am very, very ace, the characters are not and it became clear that if I wanted to write them interacting at their respective points in their character arcs, they were going to want to make bad decisions together. I had to figure out how to structure the fic so that I didn’t feel out of my depth but the characters were still in character and still had the interaction I wanted.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I write a lot of crossovers! I’m not sure what the craziest one I’ve written is, to be honest, but I think the FMA/M*A*S*H fic, “A Recurring Nightmare with Popcorn,” wins if for no other reason than because I committed to that crossover. Most of my other odd crossovers are oneshots, but RNwP is long enough to be a short novel.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Surprisingly, it’s “the memories you want to forget are hostages,” which isn’t all that popular in English! It’s on Ficbook in Russian here.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Several times! As mentioned above, @hawk-in-a-tree and I worked on These Streets together, though I kinda stepped back and let her take control on later chapters. There are also a few other fics we’ve collaborated on that aren’t ready for publication yet.

It’s been a while, but my friend miladyRanger also co-wrote fic with me often. We have four fics (one for FMA and three for DCMK) posted over on FFN under the penname miladyFeather.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a BnHA WIP that needed major revisions after the Dabi backstory reveal; I don’t know if I’ll finish it or not but if I do it will probably take a while.

What are you currently working on?

Like I said above, I have a WIP longfic for Genshin Impact that I’m really excited about. It’s not done yet but it’s already pretty long, so I’m hoping I can make it through that final stretch.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at writing interesting, relatively natural-sounding dialogue, foreshadowing, and establishing tone.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m crap at remembering continuity—not just of canon works I’m writing fic for, but also within my own longer works. Avoiding cliches and remembering to describe the setting are both areas I’d like to improve in. Also I have a bad habit of leaving fics unfinished.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Most recent?

The very first fic I wrote was a xxxholic crackfic; the most recent fic I published was for Persona 3.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

It’s hard to say? I love several fics for different reasons. I think “Riddle in Reverse” and “I love it when a plan comes together” would definitely be on the short list, though, because they were fun to write and they’re fun to reread.

What fic are you most proud of?

If I’m being honest, I’m probably proudest overall of “Riddle in Reverse”—it’s a solid fic, it got much more popular than I expected, and I love getting reviews from people who are a mixture of happy and angry about the twist.

Tagging: @sleepdeprivedfemale, @kaedahara--kazuha, and anyone else who’d like to do this!

#ask meme #about fanfic #about writing #kaedahara--kazuha #since i'm not sure tagging you in the body of the post worked

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nyctocounterfeit · 1 month

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part 2

#kh #kingdom hearts #my art #my comic #kh yoru #kh hizashi #Kh Alba #Kh namida #Kh valles #Kh max #kh pj #kh oswald #fancomic

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bluest-planet · 8 months

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Throughout Light and Dark

Throughout their journey between worlds Yoru and Vani tend to talk about the similarities and differences, between them as creatures made from darkness. Especially one from the ancient past, and the current present. This is just one of em.

"The kinda smell... That smells... Smelly."

As promised! Some levity after the last few angsty snippets seen here and here.

Scent,

"I can tell you're making faces over there. If you have something to say, say it." Yoruhua says, not looking up from behind their delicious paste.

"...You smell different." Comes Vanitas' voice across from them.

Yoruhua stops mid bite, putting down their treat on oily crumpled paper. Chewing thoughtfully before responding,

"... I suppose I do, yes."

Suddenly aware of it, their thick smoky copal replaces the tasty scent of meaty, buttery puff pastries. Slightly disappointing her. But its Vanitas' own growing burnt palm sugar and rancid iron almost fully kills their appetite.

Vanitas glares at her for a second, still refusing to eat his own meal. The uneaten fluffy white rice in sharp contrast with the black beans and minced meat.

'His food is going to get cold.' Yoruhua muses.

Still, he doesn't mind, if he doesn't want to eat, then he doesn't have to.

"You're supposed to tell me why," he gruffs.

She smirks, "and you're supposed to use your words, and actually ask."

Vanitas looks likes he's about to snap, but carefully takes a deep breath and gives in. The iron fades out leaving only the bitter aftertaste of charcoal in the back of her throat, "Fine. Why do you smell like the Heartless do, but differently? It's weird."

"Well, I'm not just some Heartless, so jot that down. And, you smell too,"

He flushes and snarls, "I-I know that."

She huffs, "sure you did, but regardless- you probably just can't tell since you're not used to actively using it, so it's weakened." She says, "But, I guess it's because I kept my physical form. Unlike the rest of the Homunculi- eh, that's the other original Darknesses- I'm still me, well, not me exactly. But this... Body, you see, still remains from when I was a singular being."

At Vanitas' annoyed look and re-worsening scent, Yoruhua grimaces and tries to elaborate,

"Ah... So, the others all... Blended into one another, without a body to keep them separated. Souls and hearts grossly mixing without care just for power..."

"They aren't like you or me anymore- back then, in the Realm of Darkness, sometimes it would be so dark, that we couldn't even see one another. So we developed scents to detect, identify, and understand each other to prevent fights. Though, mine's changed a bit due to sharing a heart with Orichalchemi," she finishes.

Vanitas huffs, unsatisfied with the answer, "okay first of all; you suck at explaining stuff. Second; so what? You're saying you didn't always smell like a someone was burning s'mores with incense sticks in a graveyard?"

They quirk an eyebrow and ignore his insult, "you seem oddly fixated on the subject. Why do you care what I smell like?"

The boy frowns, looking down at his food and avoiding her own stare, "I... how do you control it...?"

A deep sigh, but a fond one. That's the most direct he's been about asking for their help. Well, their meal can wait.

Slowly, they place an extra of their pastes de tinga on his still full plate, responding cooly, "well, for starters, you can take better care of yourself. The more energy you have- the better. So eat before it gets too cold. A healthy body produces a stronger scent and makes it easier to focus."

Wordlessly he does as she says without a fight.

It's a small win.

Yoruhua smiles to himself, finishing off their own food. And watches over him fondly.

It's moments like this, where he's simply living instead of anticipating the next attack, that she enjoys most. Through she'll never get over how horrible it felt to be trapped within Void Gear, her one window into the real world was always the one silver lining.

Watching him sleep peacefully on those rare nights, or try a new skill and smile where no one else could see him when he got it right...

"What are you looking at?" Vanitas asks wearily, looking up at her.

Yoruhua shakes her head, "nothing, I..."

She looks at him, truly, and decides to just say it, "seeing how far you've come since we've started this journey... Well, I'm proud of you, I've always been."

Vanitas blushes, and glares down at his nearly finished plate, "I don't get how you can just say things like that. Putting your emotions on display like that, like one of those weak sappy Lights."

Yoruhua laughs, "hah, honestly, you call it a weakness, but it's a lot harder to admit than it looks."

"While being genuine puts your weaknesses on full display, it also makes you fully aware of them and easier to defend. You can't protect what you don't understand. Ori showed me that."

They add, "I find it... Impressive, that the Light feels so confident in such emotion, that they leave it out in the open for all to enjoy, because they know they can trust those others with it- and in their abilities to protect it when the time comes."

At that he stays silent but eventually the tension in his shoulders dissipate, "so you... Trust me? Even after all I did to you as Void Gear?"

Yoruhua nods, "of course I do, besides, you didn't hurt me- I was only trapped inside. I got to see tons of interesting things with you. You even freed me." A mischievous smirk creeps on his face as he reaches over to ruffle his hair.

"H-Hey! Knock it off!" He whines.

They laugh, "sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're sweet, even if you are a punk most of the time."

He light heartedly pushes her hand away, "yeah whatever, you deserve it for dragging me behind you everywhere, it's only fair."

"dragging you? We're bonding! This is like... Those family roadtrip Lights take all the time! I'm building your character!"

"You kidnapped me!"

"Same thing!"

While the two bickered, neither of them noticed the sweeter scent shift in the air, incense mixing with palm oil to create a more neutral, delicate sandalwood.

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh oc #kh vanitas #kh fanfic #starry stories #they came from outer space!#Yoruhua inside: man u just wanna eat my paste but im SO good at this big sister job #meanwhile Vanitas is just like: fuck wait how do i change how i smell i can't believe ive been smelling RANK this entire time--#also Yoru: i refuse to tell you i also smelled rank before avoiding the question!#she smells like cacao and copal for the most part btw. i hc that is smells worse or more intense depending on the emotions #but it doesn't outright change without outside influence or mixing witb another person's scent #ig it could be considered a pheromone? but i dont want references to a b o.....#meanwhile Vanitas smells like burnt palm treas/charcoal and blood. and usual darkness usually smells rotten #its kinda based on personality and origin #but all darkness smells smokey burnt or cooked in some way. imo. with a few exceptions #which is ironic considering they're also usually cold to the touch (Vanitas not included bc hes technically human not a true homunculus)#like Yoru #had a whole other bit about shapeshifting but it got sad so i cut it out #but let if be known there are big differences between Humans and Homunculi and Vanitas is like. in the middle or human with Homunculi trait #he just missed out on the bigger size and complete shapeshifting/mimicry side still debating #if he should get a monster form like Yoru tho #he probably can shapeshift into his unverse tho! Yoruhua can't.#debating over whether or not they can also summon unversed to some degree since Homunculi are very emotion based. but we'll see #anyways #ill be back w cute flood vanitas and monster Yoru at a later date #hopefully

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royalberryriku · 6 months

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Feeling sad so I'm gonna make a thread of my KH OCs as vines lmfao

(includes spoilers)

Yoru accidentally breaking Destiny itself in every single book

Zorya at Doran and Ephemer

The Blue Fairy at Zorya, Taiyo and Yoru in chapter 8 of 'Dreams of Tomorrow'

Orion at Zorya every time they meet again:

Zorya realising she can literally create doors out of nothing in 'Live for Today'

Literally everyone at the 'Seekers'

Azazel:

Orion raising Zorya like

Zorya, Taiyo and Yoru

or Lunaria, Glaucia and Noir

Noir pretending he's heterosexual every time there's a boy he finds really cute:

#fanfic rambles #personal? kinda?#Zorya #Yoru #Taiyo #Lunaria #Glaucia #Noir #kh ocs

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royalberryarts · 9 months

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Marks of Mystery

"A most ancient letter..." — "Have you heard of the Ancient Tome of Prophecies?" —" A hub for all worlds; Scala ad Caelum!"

#artists on tumblr #digital art #art #kingdom hearts #ocs #kh ocs #digital painting #artwork #kingdom hearts original character #my art #royalberryarts #Yoru

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coffeelions · 6 years

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tagged by the super wonderful Lu and the super lovely Erin, here are ten songs i’ve been listening to recently!

1. “Don’t Think Twice” by Utada Hikaru

i don’t kingdom hearts, but goddamn this song is so good. i’m happy that you kh folks are getting kh3 soon!!

2. “Rokutousei no Yoru (Magic Blue ver)” by Aimer

it’s a new arrangement of “Rokutousei no Yoru”, otherwise known as the No.6 anime’s ending theme. it’s an absolutely stunning song nyall, and i recommend No.6 as well.

3. “Kill the Lights” by Set It Off

i actually learned about this song from this awesome ndrv3 MV by the skilled keebokuun. the video has major spoilers for chapter 5, and possibly endgame, so finishing the game before looking at it is probably for the best.

4. “Mind Brand” cover by Kuraiinu

he’s got a really amazing voice and damn the rap part of this song is so well-done. honestly i have no clue what the song is about (it’s rlly raunchy), but it’s just so darn catchy!

5. “Yoru wa Nemureru kai?” cover by Zenpaku [dj-Jo Remix]

i haven’t watched the Ajin anime, but this song is really hecking good! i love the remix sm!!

6. “Sand Planet” cover by Aruvn

gosh i adore aruvn’s voice! it really suits this kinda song!

7. “Sincerity Nature Drastic Measures of Ignorance” cover by Kuraiinu & Rachie

wanted to avoid repeating artists, but since this is a collab, it’s fine, right? ^^;; it’s such a boppy song, and these two have great vocal chemistry!! so energetic and fun!!

8. “Dramaturgy” by Eve

honestly everything by Eve is incredible and catchy and melancholy and i fully recommend!! dramaturgy does have a special place in my heart as one of my favourite songs of all time!! a friend of mine calls it very kokichi ouma-esque, and that makes it hurt a lil more :’)

9. “Happy Synthesizer” cover by 96neko

it’s so happy and fun!! i’ve been a fan of 96neko’s voice for years, it’s so lovely!! and their voice is so flexible, just wow!!

10. “Renegade” cover by Amalee

i haven’t watched this anime either, but golly this is so boppy!! i’ve been listening to this song while jotting out an au i have, and it’s just!! super good!!

now, i’d like to tag: @enbymob / @cara-cakes / @hydrachea / @beanpots / @petitesponge / @cosmetreee / @keebokuun / @lizardcube / @trans-shuichisaihara / @peachypasta

sorry if you’ve already been tagged!! and, please don’t feel pressured to do this if you don’t want to! and, for those of you not tagged and actually got through this whole post, kudos to you, and pls feel free to do this as well!! i hope you all have a lovely day <33

#about me #tag meme #the post got super duper long so i threw it under a read more!#anyways have a wonderful day lovelies <33

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mooglepalooza · 7 years

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Masterlist has been updated!

Be sure to check out some of the blogs we recently added! Go here to see the full masterlist and go here to be added~

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#final fantasy rp #kingdom hearts rp #ff roleplay #kh rp #updates #masterlist updates

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spirit-of-creativity16 · 7 years

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My Kingdom Hearts OCs Bios List.

These are all of my Ocs that created for my Kingdom Hearts AU: Fated Stars. The list contain main, sides, and futures Ocs infos.

Kingdom Heart:Fated Star OCs Bio(updated version) by SpiritDreamWariors on DeviantArt

Main Ocs( Features in story and play a big role).

Name: Akira Knightfall Age: 15 Gender: Female Family: Terra(KH/Older Brother:Unknown), Gemma( Mother: Deceased), Raven(Father: Deceased), Alan Royal(Surrogate Uncle: Active), and Sorin Royal(surrogate cousin/brother: active) Looks: Fair skin, dark blue eyes, and waist-length choppy, brilliant brown hair with messing bangs frame her forehead and sides of her face. Also have a scar on her right palm. Personality: Loyal, caring, foul-mouthed, tomboyish, adventurous, neutral, adamant, introvert, bright, aggressive, protective, spirited(sometime), unyielding, blunt, free-willed, and reliable. Like: constellations, grim fairytales, old legends, archeology, swordsmanship, hiking through the woods, exploring the unknown, going to the museum, pastries, candy, music, her family and her closet friends. Dislike: choosing sides, anything girly, failing, losing people she grew attached, abandonment, deep water, and her brother spending too much with his friends. Weapon: Double-edge sword Magic Elements: Dark, Light(weak), Thunder, Ice, Fire, Earth and Water(weak) Weakness: Light magic(sometime), melee attacks, at times her emotions get the best of her, and losing control of her magic Anything Else: Akira had been raised by her older brother, Terra, in her early childhood. Once she was old enough, Terra made the best decision to let her lived with a close family friend, Alan Royal, just for a while so he could focused on fulfilling his dream. While she could lived a normal life with her uncle and his son, Sorin. She managed to live a good life since Alan raised her like his own daughter, and Sorin is like a little brother to her. However, Terra haven't come back for her for the past ten years, and nover gotten any messages of his whereabouts. Also she does has difficulties socializing with other since she was raised somewhere far away, and she doesn't know how to interact. Trivia: Both Akira and Terra are consider to be second generation of fighters of their father side. Akira have a fear of deep water starting at age of five. Lastly, Akira have many fails friendships in her childhood.

Name: Kitigin the Kitten Relatives: Unknown Age: 14 Appearance: First-version-Silver-furred anthropomorphic cat, peach-skinned face, bright pink nose, unusual blues eyes, and black ears. Short hair with bangs split into three, and a fluffy tail. Second version- a small kitten with silver fur, bright blue eyes, tiny sharp claws, and sleek-pelt styled. Personality: Selfless, supported, promise keeper, moral compass, naive, innocents, merciful, courageous, childish, and a dreamer. Likes: Her group of friends, learning magic, helping other, seeing new places, natures, sweet treats, tea, herbal bath, aroma thereby, and having fun. Dislikes: Deaths, failing, Akira's anger issues, seeing her friend fighting, lying, thunderstorm, and fire. Weapon: Magic Staff Magic Elements: White, Water, Aero, Nature, and Light Weakness: Physical Attack, dark magic, Fire spells, and Snipers Background: Nothing much know about past, but her training to become a healers at very young age. Also given a task to search for someone important. Trivia: Kitigin is based on Hummy from Suite Prettycure. Originally she was supposed to be a wolf to matched with Akira's personality, but then changed into feline for character development between her and Akira since they are total opposite.The idea of her becoming healer was from Warriors by Erin Hunters: a book series that focuses on cats living in the wild, and also have healers that have special connection to the stars.

Name: Sorin Royal Relatives: Alan Royal(Father: Active), Unnamed Mother(Deceased), and Akira Knightfall(Surrogate Sister/Cousin: Active) Age: 10 Appearance: Peach-skinned, leaf-green eyes, and golden brown hair. Personality: Open-minded, knowledgeable, spunky, friendly, helpful, rash, sophisticated, sociable, bold, and outspoken Likes: Wildlife, exploration, going to museum, being with his big sister, video games, vegan food, bike riding, playing the drums, taking care of the environment, taking pictures, and doing animal research. Dislikes: His father being too protective, Akira's stubbornness, inaccurate facts, treating as a underling, not being useful, meat, and pollutions. Weapon: Beast Stone and Small Sword(only for emergency) Magic Elements: Fire, Aero, Earth, Water, and Light Weakness: Status effect spells, bigger foes, unable control instinct, and Beast Slayer. Background: Sorin was raised by his single father, Alan Royal, and was able to live a normal childhood. Along with his sister, Akira; however, he does question if she really is his sister since they are nothing alike by traits. But he keep to himself and happy to have her as his big sister. Trivia: Sorin is vegan ever since he was seven. He unaware that Akira and Alan are keeping secrets from him. Sorin is based on a Grim Fairytale called Brother and Sister.

Name: Lucy Quartz Relatives: Unnamed mother and father(unknown) Age: 14 Appearance: Creamy pale skin, light orange hair, that is perfectly straight. When left alone it will hang just below her shoulders, Lucy ties them up with yellow hair ribbons pigtails high on each side of her head: the only part that is left alone is the bangs that fall just above her eyes and shorter hair on the side of her face. And blueish green eyes Personality: Artistic, kind-hearted, short-tember, protective, strong-willed, sociable, strong, stubborn, feisty, and dependable Likes: Drawing a lot, singing her favorite music, being with friends, cute stuff, training, going places, and martial arts. Dislikes: Her friends fighting, artistic works not turning out rights, being spoil by her parents, selfish people, snobs, and injustice. Weapon: Scythe Magic Elements:White, Thunder, Fire, Ice, and Earth Weakness:Underground attack and status affect spells Background:Lucy is not originated from Seikastu Valley, but she came from one of the four major towns: Hippocampus Coast. She used to lived with her parents who are wealthy, but one day she encountered a mysterious creature and vanished. She now lived with a group of kids who went missing like her. Trivia: Lucy is capable to punch through steel. She and along with another Oc are supposed to be Akira's childhood friends, but the idea dropped due to new story purpose. Also the idea of being one of Akira's childhood friend is too clinched and overused in the KH Fandom.

Name: Ren Tomcat Relatives: None Age: 15 or 16 Appearance: First Version- A small (like Kitigin) human that carries a strong resemblance to a cat - with cat ears, paws(for hands), and a tail. He has golden eyes and dark blue hair. Second Version- Tall, tidy dark blue hair, two blues marks on both cheeks, and human hands(ability shift into paws). Personality: Mischievous, laid back, nosy, brave, caring, friendly, wanderer, loyal, creative, devoted, and mysterious. Likes: Sleeping, catnips, listening to soft music, exploring, his human companion(Lucy), gazing at the night sky, seafood, and climbing. Dislikes: Water, Robin's cocky attitude, anybody who want to hurt Lucy, mad scientist, and dogs. Weapon: Claws Magic Elements: Dark, Fire, Ice, and Thunder Weakness: Water, Easily Get Distraction, Attacks from underground. Background: Ren met Lucy when Lucy found him injured and alone, she took care of him and stayed by him and because of that Ren sticks to Lucy like glue, he doesn't like being separated from her for long periods of time. Also he doesn't know his own past. Also suffer identify issued since he's mixed between human and feline. Trivia: Both Ren and Lucy are created by same fanfic writer, CatLoverX33. Ren also based on Yoru from Shugo Chara(the creator favorite anime). Also he like to say "Nya" at end of his sentence when he in his first form. Also his second form is based Final Fantasy's Miqo'te race.

Name:Robin Tormenta Relatives: Unamed parents(status: unknown) & Unnamed multiples brothers(status: unknown). Age: 15 Appearance: Slightly tan skin, brown eyes, inky black hair, and messing hair-styled. Also a permanent bruise on his right leg. Personality: Cool, cocky, easy-going, compassion, athletic,funny, show-off, quick to anger, loyal, strong-willed, sometime jealous, brave, courageous, humorous, impatient, and quick-thinker. Likes:Video games, being with his friends, spicy food, trying something new, running, soccer, parkour, playing guitar, break dancing, hang outs places, break dancing, and Rock n' Roll. Dislikes: Losing, Ren(ocasusily), someone make fun of his friends,heartless, doing nothing, feeling useless, his nasty bruise, and cheaters. Weapon: Dagger Magic Elements: Wind, Thunders, Water, and Ice Weakness: Paralysis effect, unable to be patient most of the time, Earth and Nature based spells. Background: He originally came from the city until he got into a car accident. Ever since then he lived at home until he suddenly disappear. Leaving his family behind, and now lived group of kids who left their family. Trivia: He based on Sonic the Hedgehog because he and Robin are the best runner and loyal to their friends. There are some hints that he's Mexican descendant; however, nationally doesn't exist in Seikastu Valley. Instead they are describe as "Bronze" folks.

Name:Froze Nimbus Relatives: Unnamed parents( status: unknown) Age: 16 Appearance: Neck-length platinum-blonde hair, icy blue eyes, well-muscle, and pale skin. Personality: Calm, good-hearted, easy-going, serious, patient, intelligent, careful, resourceful, useful, loyal, well-organized, unconventional, bibliophilic, caring, uptight sometime, sociable, logical, and mature. Likes: Swimming, going to the library, reading, archery, darts games, snow-covered field, fighting tactics, keeping stuff organize, his closet friends, reading novels, mediating, hacking and tinkering devices. Dislikes: Disorganization, hate getting interrupted, Akira's temperament, Robin being too cocky, not doing anything useful, hearing his comrades argue, and judgmental people. Weapon: Bow n' Arrow Magic Elements: Ice, Wind, Thunder, and Fire Weakness: Close range enemies, shield and armor that the protect opponents, and blinding spells. Background: Froze's family own a tailor shops, and worked their for almost his entire childhood. His family home schooled him, but Froze feel he is not getting a good enough education. One day he disappeared with no trace or motive. His old home town declare him dead, but he's not really. Trivia: Froze's hometown thrived in mountains and harsh cold weather, and people who come from the cold land are label as "Cold" folks. Froze's glasses are just accessories for him since his eyesight are more enhanced thanks to a certain ability.

Name:Makayla Belladonna Relatives: Nyra(older sister: active), and unnamed parents( status: unknown). Age: 16 Appearance: A bit tall, short, black hair, and tanned skin. On her left ear and a bit on her left cheek she has a port wine stain birth mark. Personality: low self-esteem, cold-hearted, quiet, over-protective, sharp-minded, sometime manipulated, empathy, good-listener, useful, good-hearted at times, friendly sometime, middle ground, and a bit childish. Likes: Fighting, anime, rabbits, making accessories, writing dark stories, playing rpg makers games, being with her sister, the color white, and friends. Dislikes: Bullies, bad people, someone tried to hurt her sister, being around a lot of people, getting caught, failing, losing her precious creations, and unable to get things right. Weapon: Sai Magic Elements: Ice, Fire, Poison, and Wind Weakness: Relying too much on her manipulation ability, larger enemies, low defense, and light spells. Background: She and her older sister, Nyra, came from a long line of fighters. Their family are in charged of oldest guild in Seikastu Valley. One day, Makayla was given a gift and later disappeared along with her older sister. No one know what happened to the two sister, but many consider the two dead. Even though their bodies were never found. Trivia: She's the second Oc to be contributed by none other than my supporter called RequimeofKingdomHearts. Her last named "Belladonna" was based on the deadly plant, fitting because she delicate and also dangerous in a fight. ******************************************************************* Sides Ocs( already features in story, but play a small role). Name:Alan Royal Age: late 40th Gender: male Looks: Neatly comb black hair and stubbled beard. Well-muscle for his age, and has bright green eyes. Personality: Level-headed, calm, intelligent, wise, fatherly,kind,and brave. Alan have dry sense humor and sarcastic wits. Like: Studies, reading, going places that he never been too, meeting new people, and cooking Dislike: Akira's stubbornness and reckless, People who are quick to judge, war, annoyance, and anything that creeps or crawl(ex: Snakes, rats, and scorpions) Occupation: Professor

Name:Nyra Belledonna Age: mid-twenties Gender: female Looks: Dark brown eyes, tall-figure, pale skins, neck-length ebony hair, and slender. Nice curved body and modest-sized chest. Personality: intelligent, cunning, caring, protective, good-leaderships, and flirtatious. Likes: Makayla(baby sister), Froze(assistant), Mocktails, everything going as plan, organizing, tactical games, yoga, and practicing fighting. Dislikes: Anybody who hurt her sister and Assistant, being tricked, keeping secret, and judgmental people. Occupation: Headmistress(formerly)

Name:Hana Sakuragi Age: 10 Gender: female Looks: Bright red hair, brown eyes, and pale skin Personality: gentle, shy, strong-willed, weak, and soft-spoken Likes: Cartoon, coloring, flowers, going places, Sorin and Akira Dislikes: bullies, being weak, her illness, seeing Akira and Sorin arguing. Occupation:Student ******************************************************************* Future OCs(feature in future stories and one-shots).

Name: Harmonia Age: 15 or 16 Gender: Female Looks: Shoulder-lengths blonde hair, peach-skinned, and lavender eyes Personality:Serious, brave, complex, caring, and cold-hearted Likes: Music, theater, fairytales, and swordsmanships. Dislikes: People getting in her ways, her mother, and monsters

Name:Magia Age:16 or 17 Gender: Male Looks: Black hair with slight curls, dark brown eyes, and Personality: Wise, determined, stern,good-hearted, and logical Likes: Magic, books, owls, astronomy, helping other, and leaning something new. Dislikes: Monsters, distraction, friends being mischievous, and disorganization.

Name: Shade Shinozaki Age: 14 Gender: Male Look: messing silver neck-length hair, golden-colored ears, tanned skin, slightly pointing ears, and a large bite marked on his right shoulder. Personality: Friendly, out-spoken, loyals, spunky, courageous, dreamer, and rash. Likes: ghost story, his girlfriend, going swimming, surfing, Dislikes: Secrets, being compare to somebody else, and killers.

Name: Euphemia Albinoni Age: 13 or 14 Gender: Female Look: curly, black shoulder-length hair, dark skinned-colored, dark brown eyes, and slight-curved body

#kingdom hearts #an AU where Terra have a baby sister and other characters defendant as well that aidthe main heroes

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Unfathomable Rage, snippet.

Even if Yoruhua's Heart is no longer made entirely of Darkness, their body still is. And sometimes it feels like they just swapped one steel cage for another made of bone.

Vanitas just wants his keyblade back.

Part of this series of a loosely connected OC and Vanitas' roadtrip snippets. Non chronological. And loose continuity.

Yoruhua honestly has no idea what he was doing anymore.

He is old, and he is tired.

He didn't want to do this again; there's was so much left yet to to do, he felt overwhelmed as to which path to follow next, along with worrying over taking care of both himself and Vanitas from any harm in their weaken states. Be it Light or Darkness.

He has no thought out rescue plan, no supplies, no protection in Quiet Regalia, no idea where he's going in such a vastly unrecognizable realm, one that's moved on without him after all these years.

He's just going, anywhere that'll take him. He has nothing to guide him, except his broken piece of heart. Even then, the mountain of work left ahead of him made him so exhaustively frustrated.

Yet again he was forced to restart his life from nothing. To figure out how to climb that infinite mountain.

First it was being born; created by his mourning sisters' misplaced hope in seeing their brother again- left to assimilate in the night, in the Dark. When he hadn't been what they were expecting.

Then, it was being forgotten in a rushed retreat- abandoned to a hostile foreign Realm. Completely detached from the collective he was apart of, like drifting like broken, dying coral.

At least then he had her to keep him company and teach him about her realm. She who allowed him to graft himself onto, anchored to her shadow.

After that, he returned to an immature collective, regained his crown, his power, his title, and his hour of night. But he didn't want any of it anymore, he couldn't, so he gave it up to be one with her forever; promising to share the same heart and shadow, mind and matter.

I am thou, and thou art I.

He thought that was the end of it, he finally had everything he ever wanted. Even if they weren't accepted in either grace of Night and Day. Now he existed in a state fuller than he's ever felt before, heart unbound by natural law, free to traverse between dawn and dusk. He had nothing left and wanted nothing more. Free to make their own choices.

Until... Well, nothing ever seems to last long enough.

Again it was all taken away again. Grossly ripped apart and without mercy. Unwillingly annullling his promise, left to watch the life he didn't even get to finish building, pass by him through a narrow, unfinished window. Leaving permeant angry claw marks on the sil and cracks in the stained glass.

And now? After all that time? He's free, he was alive, he was here, and he made it. But that wasn't very true was it? He's still waiting for her near the end of the finish line, as he promised. He refused to cross the line without her word. Not when he still has to gather all his pieces up again and again.

Over, and over.

It was grounding those pieces down, into nothing but dust.

And you can't fix dust, can you?

Nor can you get it back when it's been blown away. Lost in the wind.

Ash to dust, left to rust, all time fades away...

...

I'm going insane.

It would be so easy to fall back into that ever present anger that still simmered just under his cold skin. Boiling him alive. It was making him sicker by the minute.

For so long, his anger kept him tethered to this existance, using negativity to recreate his own well gravity where there was none; furious at his imprisonment, he used it to crush his foes and bind other hearts to his own, in an last attempt to drag the one he so desperately wanted back,

Her.

Orichalchemi.

His Heart's Promise.

A shuddered breath escapes him as he walks through the small village. It's barely audible under the humid and heavy, down pouring rain. He briefly looks over his short companion for a distraction. There, Vanitas walks beside him quietly for once.

Was he enjoying it? The heavy, oppressive rain practically flooding the streets, creating small waterfalls falling from old clay rooftops tiles into gushing streams atop gris weathered cobblestone. A loud swirling sound coming from the round drain grate in the middle of the street. And though they were largely protected walking besides the storefronts and under their awnings, the wild wind still manages to land a few droplets on them.

Yoruhua tries to enjoy it; having been stuck in a Keyblade for so long deprived of any sensation- this should feel... Euphoric, shouldn't it? Their anger should be washed away with the rain; they had no use for it, now that they were free- it should've instead burned out to give way for fiery determination only.

But...

Another deep breath escapes them, stealing petrichor rich air immediately after, hoping to extinguish the stubborn fury still burning in their lungs like fire in a coal mine. And they swallow saliva to banish the tight bitterness clogging their throat, the toxic fumes that escaped from the hell underneath.

Yoruhua is unable to stop the way their brows furrow into an unwanted hateful scowl on their face.

Immediately, they feel Vanitas' questioning stare. Always quick to pick up on their mood, likely able to smell the intensifying burnt copal wafting from them, even under all this rain. Regardless of the smell, he's annoyingly perceptive like that; able to read people in an instant, always anticipating for hostility.

They used to be the same; but now, they've lost that too, just like they did everything else upon being freed. Walking, talking, breathing, reading, sleeping. And so much more. All of it digested by gluttonous fury that deemed it unimportant to preserve.

They stifle a deep sigh. Guess they'll just have to relearn that too, they've done so many times before.

Except this time Orichalchemi isn't right there by their side to learn along with them, their mind circles back, entirely intrusive. They shift the tracks on that dreary train of thought to something more positive; on her never wavering support and fun mischief. Gone, but not forgotten.

They longed so deeply to hear another of her dumb jokes and puns, get sidetracked listening to whatever rant about some odd plants she found, or just goofing off while the furnaces smelted iron in the privacy of her forge.

He feels the ghost of Orichalchemi's metal touch on her cheeks. It would be warm, heated up by a day's work blacksmithing, comforting on Yoruhua's cool icy skin. Always trying to keep them warm even if she herself couldn't feel the temperature. Smudgy ash would get on his skin, but he wouldn't mind, not when she'd always wipe it off with that well worn, patchy handkerchief of hers.

What Yoruhua would do just to be able to dance with her one more time, or collaborate on creating a new keyblade, or gardening in peaceful silence.

He wanted her and Vanitas to meet. To show Vanitas that not all hope was lost; there were some Lights that accepted and respected them for what they are. That there was a chance at a normal life for them, he didn't have to walk only at the edges of sunrise; the day was theirs for the taking too.

They just knew she would share the same admiration and love for the Dark in him as she did for them.

But their rose tinted memories and dreams do next to nothing to soothe their pain. It only fans the flames.

If... If she didn't find her, then neither her nor Vanitas would be able to truly stop running. She'd never be able to claim the day for herself again. Yoruhua doesn't think she can do this all on her own, so it's not an option. She must find her.

And instead, she's here. Wasting time.

This time, there's no mistaking it, another frustrated sigh seethes past their increasingly blackening teeth. Their icy breath misting miasma into humid, hot air.

Ironic that their emotions burned them inside out within a frosted shell.

They can barely breath. Charcoal black copal suffocating their lungs.

Another step, keep walking, the rain is never ending. His footsteps next to yours; my footsteps next to his.

They're his, they'll always be his, I can recognize his gait anywhere. I would know, I've watched him since birth. You're irreplaceable, you're me, so I'll never forget what you sound like; but when he walks next to me like that, it's like he's stepping in the footsteps you left behind.

Did you make this desired path for us to take? To make this journey ever so easier for me, just as I tried to support him? I hope it leads back to you. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, where are you? Why am I here at the end of the line, without you? Did you take a branching path I somehow missed? Please wait for me to catch up!

...Will you always be out of reach?

...

Light flashes over the village, a blinding white in less than a second. Lightning. A very old fear plucks at her heartstrings, stopping her in her tracks.

"What's got you so spooked?" Vanitas jeers.

Yoruhua's fingers twitch, and they resist the urge to clench right into a fist. Or to let their claws unsheathe. Ruining their white leather gloves.

Instead, they bring their hands close to their chest and crack their knuckles against their palms. A satisfying string of boney pops and cracks echo between them. Then they twist their atrophied wrists, it's louder, and sounds painful. But it isn't. It snaps instead like pulled rubber.

The space between their joints feel looser, less tight, lest upset.

For now.

Vanitas seems mildly put off by their actions and lack of reply, but puts on a mean smirk, "well, whatever, I'd thought you'd never shut up."

That gets a response.

Yoruhua's miscolored eyes snap to look him directly in the eye. His own red pupils scorned by hers; yellow stained sclera, with birthed red on the right, and adopted blue on the left.

She doesn't say anything, just stares at him as if she's looking right through him. It's... Terrifying. It's not at all what he wanted or expected trying to get another rise out of her.

She shouldn't look at me that, his mind tells him, so vacant but so full of fragile, ancient agony, just waiting to spill out. He feels like he's staring down death.

Maybe he is.

How many lives has Yoruhua taken, as Void Gear? And before that, as a creature of pure Darkness?

In an era where keyblades hadn't been created yet; the first, baby Lights unable to defend themselves against hoards of Darkness.

Her one blue eye has always upset him- how illfitting and horribly familiar it was. It was filled with Light; it made his skin crawl when she looked at him. As if she could find him anywhere and always would. He always expected her to see him for what he really was eventually, like all the other Lights. Just another disgusted, hateful, or scared holy blue added to a growing chest full of ultramarine.

But it never came.

He looks at Vanitas, and his blue eye never averts. Only staring at him with unbridled attention and... Care.

It wasn't pity; just care and attention. It tracks him because it didn't want him out of its loyal sight; Yoruhua was afraid of loosing him. She watches him because it brought her comfort, because she was protecting him.

Not because he needed it, but because she did. Not willing to loose her one connection to the real world in eons.

And then he realized; it wasn't just like the Lights. There was only one other blue eye, recognizable sapphire instead of lapis just as ancient as hers, that he felt- not a fondness, but trust, reliability- when it looked at him. Void Gear.

The realization made him sick to his stomach. He hadn't lost it, his keyblade, he hadn't lost her. His one true companion, and constant since he was brought into this world.

Maybe it wasn't Wayward Wind, and maybe he hated her at first for not being his original keyblade, the one born of his heart and made for his palm. He blamed her, as if she was a symbol of all his failures and proof that he wasn't worthy of reclaiming his old identity. The only keyblade fit for a monster like himself, equally rejected by the Light.

She never belonged to him, but was lent to him. She, a dying keyblade without a wielder, and he a doomed wielder without a keyblade.

A pact made out of survival rather than trust or worthiness.

Haunting sapphire forever forced to silently serve possessed ruby turned tyrant topaz.

Regardless of his vitriol and violence, how he abused the blade in day and night. Refusing to properly maintain the blade as a punishment for the both of them. Waiting for the blade to finally give up on him and break during battle; she stubbornly stuck by him.

Till the bitter end.

And still does now.

She's watching him, like she would when he'd sleep, or when he'd be caught in a fight. Never sparing a look at his opponent, only him. Wondering if he'd make it out unscathed.

But this look, this old, detached rage.

He didn't want to be right this time; all blue eyes would come to hate him eventually.

They always do.

Both of them don't say anything. Vanitas doesn't have the guts, and Yoruhua knew that once she did- she wouldn't be able to stop the floodgates.

Then...

in the distance-

-THUNDER!

"Shit!" Vanitas jumps, turning to see another flash of jagged lightning striking a far off mountain and away from their staring contest.

He doesn't realize his mistakes until it's too late.

The sudden movement, the fact that he looks human, his uniform particularly triggering, the loud thunder and blinding lightning-!

Yoruhua finally snaps, unable to reign in the destructive wildfire festering in their body.

They char within hungry rage, eager to swallow them back in and sink it's teeth into his battered body. Like slipping into an old shoe, he fits in its between its protective fangs perfectly.

Bones snap to relieve the building pressure inside, allowing Darkness to reshape itself into something bigger and meaner.

Vanitas gets the wind knocked outta him, thrown into flooded streets.

"Ahugh-!?"

He twitches on the ground, unable to think straight while so lightheaded. Water soaks into his expose hair and face, the rain has no mercy; filling up his nose and ears.

The shadow cast over his body is what tells him Yoruhua stands above him; hanging oppressively tall and dead silent.

Their sharp golden feet barely make a sound, the ripples following their long strides disrupting the flow of floodwater in front of his face. It gives him a second's reprieve to surface his face to for desperate gulps of humid air.

Uncomfortable cooling droplets fall down from his black hair to his face. He tries to wipe it away to see better, but it's a pointless endeavour while vulnerable in the middle of the storm.

His lungs tremble inside; wracked with exhaustion and heavy pain. A deep bruise settling over his chest where he was struck by pure muscle.

Heaving, he brings a hand to cover his face, about to yell at her for hitting him in the first place, when he finally looks up.

Endless black hollowness.

He stifles a swear. Looking directly at her was a mistake.

As a pure Dark being, Yoruhua has no face and her body was the epitome of her entire existence; Instead it's a hollowed out heart with curled heart shaped horns ending into a sharp point. Long claw like hair tiredly falling down their back. Ending with an upsidedown crown choking their neck. But, with no mouth or nose to breath, her cries have nowhere to go.

The same atrophied, spindly hands- now thin claws- wrap around under their shoulders. A warped mimicry of a hug, or strangulation. Kept in place by white leather belts and golden chains, preventing them from reaching out. Unable to defend a larger heart shaped hollow on their chest, much like an other Darkside. The rain passes through them as if she isn't real; nothing to be concerned about with little impact on the world around them.

Small bat like wings peak from his hips, sharp enough to cut anything trying to get close, but are rendered useless by the long, heavy dragging tail behind them. It almost looks painful to carry, in contrast with the much thinner and weak looking body. It's awkward, really. The sharp halberd point adding unnecessary violence.

The silhouette reminding him of mixture of various monsters made of Darkness, the Heartless, Nightmares, Unversed and the emptiness of a Nobody. But no where did he see a unique mark.

Fitting, considering Vanitas had no idea what Yoruhua really was; she refused to fit into any one definition since he met her.

< When.... When does this end...? >

Vanitas cringes, the sound of Yoruhua's... Voice, grates in his mind. Like it was trying to scrape its meaning into his soft brain with a jagged rock.

But he recovers fast enough, this time, he knew what to expect and could adjust.

His own voice comes out haggard, "you're gonna... 'ave t'be more clear.... 'bout that..."

He couldn't fight back like this, so against his gut instincts he didn't move. Glaring at her gold crown instead.

Wind blows through her hollow face, whipping past to sound like clamoring howl.

< When does it end? > Yoruhua asks.

Vanitas shakes his head annoyed, "I... I don't k-know what you mean!"

One of their hair claws crack like a wip, dredging him up by the neck to force him to look at them.

< WHEN DOES IT ALL END?! >

Vanitas bites down a yell, the loudness pounding against his skull. Angry now, himself, he tries to fight back.

He repeatedly claws at the hair around his throat, even his his fingers just keep slipping through, he doesn't stop trying to break free.

This isn't how he wanted this to play out; he wanted to see the extent of their Darkness, but not with it turned against him like this.

At first he just wanted their power for himself; wanted them to revert back into a sapphire eye caged in black steel for him to wield again. But now he wanted nothing to do with it. Not whole they were possessed by lapis, it looked wrong on them, like they were at its mercy rather than the other way around.

They'd promised to share their shadow with him, but this? This was just their stygian rage.

"I DON'T KNOW! MAYBE IT NEVER WILL!" he spits in their face. Braving the emptiness. He needed to dredge that sapphire out of them instead of endless black.

He manages to wrap a hand around their hair, clutching it tight together hoping it hurt, "it'll never end at this rate, so get yourself together! You don't get to complain to me, of all fucking people, for it to end!"

He pulls on the hair, tugging her head forward by just a bit. He hears and sees nothing; no breathing, no eyes.

Regardless, "I was finished. I was fucking done, Yoruhua! You were the one to bring me back, to drag me with you on this stupid quest, and keep us safe- It's your fault we're both still here!"

He screams in her face, "so don't you dare give up, and finish was you started!"

The monster in front of him recoils, its horns point towards him and graze his cheek as it withers in anguish.

< All of this, was a mistake. >

He barely flinches when blood spills from the cut but her words gut his stomach more painful more than any wound, a horrible sadness and indignation settling.

He used to be jealous of them; of the fact they never seemed to hate themselves as much as he did himself.

He hated being wrong, he hated being wrong so much more than he liked being being right.

He was a mistake. He never should've come back,

And neither, apparently, should've Yoruhua.

No... he thinks, after everything he's done? It can't have been for nothing.

Just like Vanitas; even where everything but the end goal was pointless, it was that one goal that gave him enough to keep going. His was the X-Blade and the peace that came with it, and he failed, so death was his consolation prize.

If Yoruhua refused to give that back to him, they owed it to repay him with something far greater.

Her own quest, to save her Light. To become whole.

Well, maybe he wanted to see the product of that.

And maybe... Maybe that would sustain him, to live through vicariously.

Yoruhua was more like him than he wanted to admit; chasing after the right to exist without pain. And she might just be able to do what he could not. She's done it before, so there was no way he'd believe she'd just stop trying when they've already done the hardest part of doing the impossible. That was just illogical.

Bitterly, he seethes, "Aren't you the one who said... Coming back was yours greatest moment? I thought you reveled in your existance."

< ... >

Vanitas scoffs a humorless laugh, the rain easily drowns it out, but Yoruhua is close enough to hear the mocking sound.

Their grip on Vanitas tightens around his throat, ready to squeeze the life out of him.

This death, could never live up to the first. He was a dying wielder, and they a doomed keyblade.

Well, even in this greatest betrayal, he refused to give her the last laugh.

"So much for your pride, Void Gear." He hissed. Never breaking contact with the shadow of his former sister, even as spots started to fill his vision and his body seized in her traitorous strangle.

What I am is Darkness, so to it I'll always return.

...

......

.........

Faintly, he can hear rain. It's a soft pitter patter against glass; nothing like the aggressive deluge of before.

The air is cool; not humid like before. Brisk, even. He wondered why, but nothing makes sense in the Realm of Darkness.

The wood beneath him is smooth and just as cold. A thin sheet under his body reminding him of the one he kept within his shelter in the Graveyard. Entirely impersonal.

He tries to get a gulp of air, but his throat trembles in weakness. It's scratchy and just shy of turning into a sore throat soon. He regrets it almost immediately. But a whiff of something in the air shakes off his grogginess instantly.

Faint Petrichor... bittersweet, burnt chocolate almost coffee like?... And thick smoky copal...

He almost chokes on it, which thankfully he doesn't; it would have made the tightness in his throat so much worse.

He doesn't have the strength to move his neck, let alone his body, stars, he's light headed...

His eyelids feel so heavy... And the familiar scent so comforting...

Maybe, he can go back and rest.

So he allows his eyes to droop, resting with his eyes closed for a few minutes. Entirely unaware of what conspired before this moment other an exhaustive hate.

Now was his time to rest.

He manages to turns on his side, using his arm to cushion his head, and the other to reach out for-

-Void... Regalia...?

Too tired to ponder if it was the right name, he accepts the summoned keyblade. It fits perfectly in his grasp, and that's enough to ease him back into a dreamless sleep.

The keyblade's resigned sapphire eye faithfully watches over him, quietly. Like it had hundreds of times before.

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh fanfic #kh vanitas #kh oc #starry stories #JESUS CHRIST THIS WAS A BEAST TO DO AND I JUST CUT IT SHORT LOLLLLL #Sorry ive been working on this for a while all on the tumblr app itself that where i usually do #this is not the norm but we were already in deep soooo #anyways please enjoy this angsty mess it was done on pure vibes alone #good night it is 5 am back to ponied #ponies* god mm a mess excuse typos lol #i really do be throwing vanitas against the wall soaked in milk huh #sorry boy ur a ragdoll now my b its just to fun to see him have to be taken care of/manhandled by Yoru cause shes almost 2x his hight #im not kidding. yoru is taller than any other kh character bc i said so #which means hes probably like. 7'5 or smth #allowed tho cause they're a homunculus lol #meanwhile Ori is- *gunshot* sorry no one is allowed to know until we get the Ori chapter actually

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