anxother

[anxother]

p.s. every time I give you a boop pls imagine that it comes from the tiniest cutest shadow heartless you ever saw

#this is important to me

[anxother]

BOOP

(Yes, amazingly I am still lurking on this weeb ass hellsite until... idk society manages to fix itself or a good dedicated rp platform arises from the ashes of modern fandom, one or the other)

[anxother]

Xehanort didn't have a reply for that, or not a good one.

"...Very well." He said instead. "If it will keep you quiet."

He could not see the harm. Besides, it would be an opportunity to observe Vanitas. The boy was... unusual. Not that Xehanort supposed he himself could comment on that. But more than that, just occasionally, he would trigger a vague flash of... something. Familiarity? Recognition? Something that made his head ache if he tried too hard to line all the pieces up, and they would slip from his grasp again.

Surely it was ridiculous. Vanitas did not act as though they had known each other before. Maybe it was simply that he reminded Xehanort of someone else, buried deep in his lost memories.

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Xehanort was probably right about that. Briag could be fickle when it came to tasks, and Vanitas had already noticed that some of the more boring ones were being pushed off on him. What a pain.

But it wasn't as if Vanitas could really do anything about it.

Vanitas rolled his eyes at the response, his lips tucking into a firm line. He reached up to itch his scar, "Oh yeah? What's this distracting us from, huh?"

All Vanitas had to do was keep an eye on Xehanort. He could do that no matter where they were. And, as far as Vanitas knew, Xehanort was actually going to be free for the rest of the day.

Not that it mattered. Xehanort usually seemed to be good at finding something to occupy himself, to Vanitas, at least. All Vanitas had to do was stand by and make sure nothing broke into the castle to disturb him.

"You've got time, and I'm hungry," Vanitas said adamantly. He drops his hand from his face and turns to look at him.

#apprentice: ludo mentis aciem #voidedgear

[anxother]

Also love the aspect of them both being, by human standards, beings of incomprehensible alien power and amorality, while by true Eldritch Abomination standards, they both remain Baby.

I for one love mine n @anxother's Ansxig lore. Unspeakable Humanoid Horrors composed so strongly of Darkness can find love. Even if only in one another because they loathe the idea of anyone else knowing them on the level that they cannot help but know one another.

#seeker: semper in angaria #umbralined #some day I need to write up The Lore #there is so much The Lore

[anxother]

Vanitas has been watching Xehanort closely for a while. As opposed to Braig’s playful jabs or slyness, Vanitas doesn’t even bother to hide that he’s trying to dissect Xehanort apart piece by piece—to categorize him into something that can be understood.

So far, Vanitas has yet to discover anything that remotely satisfies him.

Today, Vanitas is accompanying him outside of the castle, amber eyes burning into the back of his head just like they always do. He hasn’t said much the whole time they’ve been out there, his moodiness is thick enough to almost be physical. It can be physical, should Vanitas’ emotions writhe out of his control and form Unversed.

Vanitas’ concentration is only broken by the sight of a food stall. The pleasant aroma was a far cry from the bland MRE-like meals he’d subsisted off of for four years while living in the Badlands.

“Hey,” Vanitas speaks up. “You smell that?”

Being out in the town markets was not his first choice of pastime, and Vanitas was certainly not his first choice of company, but Braig had ambushed him near the main doors, said he needed to get out more, and all but dumped a shopping list into his hand and pushed him out. Vanitas had followed in a similar manner moments later.

Xehanort strongly suspected that Braig had simply not wanted to do the task himself.

Vanitas seemed equally unenthused about accompanying him. Or he had until this point, the words catching Xehanort by surprise. He stopped, turning first to Vanitas then in the direction the young guard-apprentice was looking.

It was the first thing Vanitas had said to him that was not a clear attempt to dig under his skin.

He could smell it. Something rich and savoury. Scents could be a powerful trigger to recall long-dormant memories, both Master Ansem and Braig had told him. He tried to match it to any of the fragments shattered like stained glass across his mind, but... nothing. Whatever they were selling, it was unfamiliar to him.

So very much was unfamiliar to him.

"We do not have time for distractions," he replied, and something flashed behind his eyes. Was there... there was something he had to do... he could not afford these delays...

No, that wasn't right. Couldn't be right. He had no pressing tasks back at the castle. They had all afternoon for this.

#apprentice: ludo mentis aciem #voidedgear

[anxother]

Kingdom Hearts RP Masterlist!

Reblog this post and add in the tags

your URL

if you’re a single muse or a multimuse

if they're canon or an OC

from which game they're from

your muse’s name

EXAMPLE: scrunklyrpblog, single muse, animal crossing verse, Scrunkly the Mighty

to be added in the list!

NOTE: if you have a multimuse blog, write as many muses as you have; if you’d like, feel free to give your muse a “title” to describe them!

Characters in alphabetical order can be found HERE

#anxother #multimuse #canon #Kingdom Hearts #Ansem Seeker of Darkness #Xemnas #Apprentice Xehanort #plus a side order of #The Master of Masters

[anxother]

Er. Hi.

I'm still in my no-activity-because-kh-rp-is-dead-and-there's-no-KH-news phase.

But if you happen to like my writing, and my lore dissections, and general commentary, and the Final Fantasy franchise, and have a high tolerance for spoilers and me saying fuck a lot...

I am liveblogging FFXVI. I'm an hour in and it's already over 2500 words. There's 19 more hours to go to liveblog, and though my actual playthrough is far ahead of that I've still not finished. This is going to take a while. It's probably going to be the biggest piece of writing I've done in years. And it's 90% shitpost level comments, sprinkled with some serious addressing of why the writing team need to be a lot better about hiding where they copied their homework from.

I know I am making exactly one friend lose thier shit over this and that's enough for me, but if you want to take a look it's here:

[anxother]

rare xehanort form

#never my art #apprentice: ludo mentis aciem

[anxother]

I am covered in hickies how am I supposed to be a respected scientist looking like this!?!

#apprentice: ludo mentis aciem #you know why I'm rebloging this

[anxother]

what that mouth do, ansem?

Filthy NSFW questions why do I do this to myself

"Tells you you're a good pet if you show me what that mouth does."

#nsfw #seeker: semper in angaria #he can have a little dom #as a treat

[anxother]

Hey Ansem, what's that dick like?

Filthy NSFW questions why do I do this to myself

"There is a thought experiment. It goes like this: a brilliant scientist has spent her entire life studying colour. The mechanics of spectra, light's interaction with the eye, the precise brainwaves elicited by such interaction at differing frequencies, both alone and in combination. She knows all that there is to be learned. And yet, she has spent her entire life in a closed room, entirely in shades of grey. The question is, once she steps outside, and sees colour herself for the first time, does she learn anything new from this experience?"

"Perhaps even the most thorough and accurate description cannot convey what needs to be experienced for oneself."

#nsfw #seeker: semper in angaria #Ansem #I hate you

[anxother]

what’s the biiiiiiiggest thing you’ve put up your butts?? and NONE of you are exempt from this question :|

Filthy NSFW questions why do I do this to myself

"Nothing."

God you're boring, Xemnas.

Xehanort.exe has crashed due to existential horror of what might be in those lost memories.

"Across all possible memories and existences that went into creating me? ...Eraqus. There, I said it."

#nsfw

[anxother]

It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can!

{ multimuse blogs please specify muse! }

#memes #will I regret this? #maybe

[anxother]

Examine! The half eaten apple that dusk is playing with! (for xemnas)

A half-eaten apple, which has been abandoned long enough to start to turn brown. Having been in the World That Never Was for a few days, it has been leeched of any taste or nutritional value. The Dusks are supposed to be cleaning, but have become distracted by the act of repeatedly throwing the apple from a distance into a bin. Possibly in imitation of something they observed in the Realm of Light, or renacting some faded memory of play.

#Shell: Immanis et Inanis

[anxother]

Ansem! Examine that Tiny Little Shadow over there!

A smaller than usual specimen of Shadow. It is sat plopped on the floor, furiously grooming its antennae and radiating an emotion that could best be translated as: stinky >:<

It has probably encountered some concentration of positive emotion enough to irritate its senses, and retreated to somewhere it considers safe.

You are not sure what to make of the increasingly large number of Heartless who are considering your sleeping quarters to be an appropriate place to nest.

#Seeker: Semper in Angaria

[anxother]

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

For example, a stormtrooper mask: “A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realize that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”

#memes #oh hey look who's active #kinda

[anxother]

Irregular reminder that yes I still exist, life hard tumblr dead no kh news still here