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raptortext · 4 years

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all done!!! this is my first table i’ve ever finished omg, thanks for the likes/reblogs/comments, y’all! they really helped me keep going!

45. Alone.

“Have you ever felt alone, Vanitas?” Vanitas stops focusing on how the sand feels under his feet as they walk along the shore. “Huh? Alone? I’ve never cared about being alone.” Naminé swings her sandals at her side. “Hm...I thought otherwise,” she confesses. “Why?” “Sometimes you seem lonely. Like when you have to leave Ven.” Vanitas scoffs. He doesn’t say anything. Naminé slows down. “I wonder...why don’t you live with him? You miss him.” She’s sad from the idea, but it’s the truth. Vanitas knocks her hand with his. “I see him enough. I’m not alone with you.”

46. Remember.

“So what’s it like? With you and Kairi?” Vanitas asks. He’s more comfortable with Naminé now to ask. Naminé sighs happily. “I remember how we connected as soon as we met. I felt safe with her...like I could follow her lead and be okay.” Vanitas takes another bite out of his sea salt ice-cream. “Remember anything else?” Naminé looks down at her ice-cream. “Plenty, but we haven’t been able to spend that much time together. And now that she’s asleep...” She wipes at her eye and Vanitas feels a small pang of guilt. “She’ll come back, y’know,” he says.

47. Forget.

“So you can make anyone forget anything?” Vanitas asks, tossing the book he was barely reading off to the side. Naminé is used to Vanitas’ mistreatment of books at this point; at least it was onto his bed and not the floor. She sips her tea. “Yes, I can.” Vanitas whistles. “That’s some power. But you’re too good to do that to anyone, aren’t you?” Naminé pauses. She’s much better now about believing she’s a good person and she’s done everything she can to help out her friends. She’s good. “You’re right, I am.”

48. Stop. (Writer’s Choice)

Against Riku’s gentle opposition, Naminé takes to sitting outside Vanitas’ door and sometimes talking to him. He doesn’t answer most of the time and they spend a lot of time in silence. Naminé doesn’t want to leave him alone; everyone needs a friend. “Hey.” Naminé jumps. “Oh, hello, Vanitas.” She hears Vanitas’ “tch” and finds the sliver of personality charming for existing. “Stop doing this,” he growls, “there’s no point in whatever you’re doing.” Naminé frowns. She’s been afraid of pushing him away instead of coaxing him into conversation. “I disagree. You’re talking to me now, that’s all I want.”

49. Wait. (Writer’s Choice)

Naminé kisses Kairi’s temple. “See you soon,” she whispers. She holds out her hand for Vanitas to take and as he does she starts to lead them out of the lab. She thanks the scientists--and Demyx, she guesses--for taking care of Kairi and bustles out. “It’s a little harder each time,” Naminé says, her voice cracking, “waiting is getting harder.” Vanitas stops Naminé from leading them past the gummi ship. “Hey, you can’t just run away like that.” Naminé holds onto his hand tighter. Her grip isn’t strong but it isn’t weak either. “I know...she wouldn’t want me to.”

50. Go. (Writer’s Choice)

“What are you all dressed up for?” Riku teases Vanitas, who’s dressed up a little nicer than usual. Vanitas shrugs. “Some festival Roxas invited us to,” he says, “Naminé said we should dress up a bit.” “I didn’t know you two were also going,” Riku comments, “we can all take the gummi ship then.” “Nah, we’ll go our own way.” Just as Riku offers again, Naminé emerges from her room. Her hair is braided and her outfit leans more into “pretty” than her usual “cute”. “Ready to go?” she asks. Vanitas composes himself enough to get up. “Yeah, all ready.”

#namivan #vannami #kingdom hearts #50prompts from ye olde lj comms

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hayner · 5 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

#kingdom hearts #khgraphics #khgifs #namine #vanitas #kh3 spoilers #mine #the gifs don't balance each other out as i would've like it to but im tired #also this was supposed to be a lost trio edit but i couldn't find a matching repliku scene #so......i hope yall like namivan LOL

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guil-t-pleasurez · 7 years

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Three Little Words

*request by MorikoDrakas

*inspired by the characters of her side-blog, TheUnversedTwins

*Happy Valentine’s Day! ^w^

All it took were those three little words, carelessly tossed into the air without a passing thought. Just that one simple phrase, and it left them reeling. They broke down like a goddamn schoolgirl, crumbling into silence and curling in on themselves. (Well, a schoolgirl that would bite your fucking ear off and then spit it in your face just to taunt you, that is.) It was ridiculous how much strength those words gave him over the usually so confident and suave singer, able to push him to such an extreme without even trying. He practically held their life in his hand.

He hated that.

Roku broke a few speeding laws on his way to the gallery, barely daring to glance down at the clock on his dashboard. He already knew how late he was running – Fucking stupid bastard, causing trouble for no reason! When he finally pulled sharply into the empty spot next to a dark motorcycle, Roku found his heart in his throat. The world whirled by as he leapt out and kicked the door shut behind him. He didn’t even bother to lock it – what kind of fucking idiot would risk stealing the car next to their bike?

He threw open the door to the gallery, panting as he stumbled inside.

The gallery was fairly crowded even at this time of the day, especially considering the holiday. Maybe it was common for art students to flock together – having always been the self-dependent type and not really the most social, Roku wouldn’t know. But it was easy enough to spot the couples from the singles; he pushed his way through, searching frantically. As he wandered around, Roku couldn’t help but notice the vibrant ink decorating most of the patron’s arms. It cheered him up a little to know that he blended in so easily. And who knows, maybe he could even get a few jobs in. Lord knows he needed them.

At last her finally caught a hint of black and gold among the bustle of noise and clashing colors. Breathing a sigh of relief, Roku shoved his way through the crowd and attempted to casually saunter over to the duo. “… Yo. Were you waiting long?”

Naminé spun quickly, her golden locks seeming to spiral out for a moment before drifting down again. Her smile lit up her brilliant blue eyes; it made his heart flutter slightly, and he couldn’t help but return it. “Roku!” she exclaimed, reaching out and grasping his hands. She held them close to her heart, practically glowing. “You really came! I was starting to think you might… I-I mean… it’s not like I doubted you or anything… I just-”

“I had a late customer,” Roku cut her off, quick to reassure the nervous girl. “We had very different ideas of what ‘oh anything’s fine’ meant, that’s all. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

The raven-haired boy lounging next to one of the paintings snorted slightly at that. Roku glanced at him, easily holding his gaze. “Vanitas,” he nodded.

“Babe.” They nodded back, then grinned. “Come on, you must’ve known Nami was gonna get all worried and shit! You should’ve just turned him away.” Their grin widened. “Either that or purposely fuck it up and throw their money back at ‘em for being such a dick.”

Roku rolled his eyes, jamming his hands into his jean pockets. “Yeah, right. And what would you have done if I’d tried to pull something like that with yours?”

Vanitas’ hand lingered by their belt, though their smile barely wavered. “Oh I’d have fucking gutted you,” he said simply, as though it were obvious. But that’s not the point.”

“How is that not the point?!”

Naminé made a face at the two of them, before something seemed to catch her interest. She darted back into the crowd of people and was gone before either of them could even blink. Vanitas and Roku exchanged a troubled look, before forgetting all about their argument and trying to catch up with their companion.

Roku was the first to try and change the subject. “So, uh…” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “You had a show last week, didn’t you? Sorry I couldn’t make it – work came up. Your brother give you a hard time or anything?”

“Nah, Vennie’s always like that. Don’t worry about it.” Vanitas seemed distracted, sweeping their gaze across the hall. They made their way easily through the throngs of people, not much different from a shark gliding through murky waters. Roku had a much harder time keeping up, stumbling as he bumped into one person after another.

“…You should’ve dropped by though,” Vanitas finally added, glancing back at him. “They’d have let you in. No charge for cuties like you.”

His ears reddened. “I told you not to call me that!”

“I’m serious! We should plan ahead next time, maybe this weekend if you’re available. I’ll get you a backstage pass, and like… a signature or whatever. S’no big deal. People won’t even notice. It’d just be kinda nice to actually be able to see-”

They broke off suddenly, expression twisting. “… Oh fuck me!”

Was it his brother? Roku feared the worst as he followed his gaze. As soon as he saw the tall man lounging by a very nervous Naminé though, his eyes narrowed. Even from this far away he could still easily identify the smug look of a snob, someone who thought they knew everything about art. Someone who thought a small girl like Naminé wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a Picasso and a Dali. He’d grind her down and make her feel like nothing. Son of a bitch! He’d kill him for that.

Roku ground his teeth, hands tightening to fists as he started forward. But Vanitas thrust out a sudden hand to stop him right in his tracks. “What the fuck!” Roku glared, shoving their arm away. “We can’t just stand here and do nothing! You seeing that shit? That bastard’s gonna make her fucking cry!”

“I know.” Vanitas’ lips curled up into a faint smirk, even as his eyes burned. “I just wanted to check first – you want the legs, or his fucking head?”

Roku blinked, a little taken aback by that. Though he really shouldn’t have been so surprised, knowing Vanitas as well as he did. Slowly, he grinned.

* * *

“You really didn’t have to do all that,” Naminé scolded, though the faint rosy hue to her cheeks told them otherwise. “That poor man might never walk again!”

“Well he shouldn’t have messed with our Nami,” Vanitas shot back, taking a seat on one side of the booth. Roku nodding in vigorous agreement, quickly sliding in next to them so that Naminé wouldn’t have to sit next to the obnoxious singer. Vanitas countered by resting a hand on his inner thigh, smirking slightly. “He should’ve known better, the dumb fuck.”

“But you could’ve gotten in trouble! It wasn’t necessary.”

Vanitas just shrugged. “S’not like I haven’t spent a few nights in the jammer.” She started to protest further, but they cut her off easily. “Nami, relax. I already got everyone off our tail ages ago, nobody’s gonna randomly show off and try hauling us off to jail. We’re safe here.”

Naminé still didn’t look entirely convinced, although she eventually lowered her gaze to the menu. Roku didn’t bother looking for his own meal, too focused on trying to figure out what Naminé would get. He’d probably just get the same thing anyways.

After what seemed to be an eternity dragged by, a somewhat disgruntled waitress finally reached their table. She forced a smile, something Roku couldn’t help but admire considered the chaotic restraint around them. “Hiya folks. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Just water,” Naminé nervously pipped up. Vanitas reached under the table to caress her hand, while Roku nodded approvingly.

The waitress seemed to pick up on this, lingering a bit longer than she needed to. “Out on a date with your boyfriend?” she teased, clearly trying to make some desperate attempt at small talk to avoid moving on to her next table. The word seemed to hang overhead. She failed to notice the shock settling over the trio, and continued just as cheerfully. “You’re quite the lucky girl, he’s a real looker!”

Vanitas sprang up from their seat, hand already at their pocket. “Excuse me?” they seethed, causing her to flinch. “The fuck did you just say?!”

Naminé squeaked and ducked her head to stare uncomfortably down at her menu again. Roku grimaced, realizing that he’d have to be the one to fix things. He swallowed back his pride, sitting a little straighter in the booth. “Actually,” he kept his voice level and did his best to smile like his brother might, “Naminé is my girlfriend. And Vanitas is our partner. We’re all together.”

The waitress immediately stammered her apologizes, blushing a deep crimson as she rushed away from the table. Roku knew she wouldn’t be back.

You’d think he’d have gotten used to this by now, but somehow it never got any easier. Not with Naminé always shutting down like that, and Vanitas ready to tear somebody’s fucking throat out at a moment’s notice. He could appreciate such aggression, always being up in arms himself. But it still made it so that things always fell to him when things went to shit. Roku, the one who hated socializing and people to begin with, always had to deal with the dipshits jumping to conclusions. Ugh.

He sighed, leaning back in his seat again and slumping down slightly. “The things I do for you two,” he grumbled. After a moment, he reluctantly reached across the table and fumbled for Naminé’s hand, then reached sideways to firmly grasped Vanitas’. The other two exchanged a look, the latter arching one pierced eyebrow.

Roku stared unwaveringly at the two of them. “You’re just lucky I love you so much.”

Those three damn words. Naminé blushed happily, giving his hand a small squeeze. But Vanitas immediately pulled back, his expression twisted. Roku knew he would, and he couldn’t quite mask the smirk hinting at the corner of his lips. Vanitas glared at him, then turned away as though to sulk. Roku just chuckled, before lowering his head to stare at the menu once more.

* * *

The rest of their day out was fairly uneventful, except for maybe that drunk pervert that decided Naminé looked like quite the treat. Roku had slammed him to the ground while Vanitas carved his fucking eyes out; but it wasn’t like that was anything new for the trio. By now Naminé didn’t even bother to flinch.

Roku was the one to take them all home, loading Vanitas’ motorcycle into the back of his BMW before helping Naminé up. He didn’t say anything about the way the two of them slid into the backseat together, or the way they giggled back and forth almost the whole ride back. He knew they were looking through Naminé’s notebook again, and he grimaced to think of what new compromising positions she could have possibly put them in.

At last they reached Naminé’s house and dropped her off. Roku watched intently until she got to the front step, his heart fluttering again when she smiled in that innocently charming way of hers and waved. He smiled and waved back, before turning to Vanitas. “You can move up if you wan-” he started. But before he had a chance to finish that thought, Roku suddenly felt himself yanked forcibly forward by the fingers knotted in his hair.

It wasn’t romantic in the slightest, Vanitas mashing their mouth against his and cramming their tongue down his throat. It was barely even a kiss, just pure aggression, a fight for dominance. But it wasn’t supposed to be. Vanitas was trying to make a point, trying to prove something. Roku knew that better than anyone.

He refused to rise to the bait, resting a hand against the side of Vanitas’ face in an almost caressing gesture. Roku did his best to keep his touch light, his kiss even gentler.

It didn’t take long for Vanitas to pull away again, ripping their fingers out from Roku’s hair and taking a few tuffs of silver with them. Roku winced. Vanitas didn’t seem to care, glaring again. “You son of a bitch,” they spat.

Roku just smirked back at them. “I love you too.”

Vanitas snarled something about just walking home you bastard, kicking the car door open and leaving their beloved bike behind. Roku just watched them go, until he was sure they really weren’t coming back for it. At last he sighed, tugging the door closed and starting up the car. He’d drop it off next weekend, after they’d had some time to cool off. That’s how these things always went.

Those three simple words could bring everything crashing down. It brought out the worst in them, put everything on the line. But that was exactly why he always used them. Nothing else could get such a response, could make Vanitas feel so much. That’s why Roku loved to do it.

Shaking his head and smiling, he drove off.

#art request #writing request #morikodrakas #theunversedtwins #namine #vanitas #repliku #riku replica #roku #lost trio #replivan #namivan #replinami

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squenixkinhelp · 7 years

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yo, could i request an aesboard/gifboard/moodboard/whatever, for vanitas and namine from kh, who are now dating? including black and white cats or foxes would be dope. 👍 vani - anonymous

here you are, Vanitas! enjoy! ★

(requester has asked that Vanitas doubles don’t interact!)

( sources: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 )

#vanitas kin #namine kin #kh vanitas kin #kh kin #kingdom hearts kin #stimboards #mod bartz #gifs /#hands / irl #cats /#dogs / foxes #vanami /#namivan /

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szonikusfiatalsag · 3 years

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Az IKEA - miután Ingvar Kampradot sajnálatos módon nem törölte le a faszcibáló apja a rénszarvas seggéről hímivarsejt korában - a gecis kurva anyját megbassza a ravatalon

najó inkább rakok bele egy foldot mert hosszú

történt egyszer, hogy akartam venni egy széket. ennél a. “boltnál”. egy széket. az irodában van ilyen, beleültem, kipróbáltam, tök jó, mindene állítható, 60k. rendben. vannak olcsóbb székek? vannak. vannak drágább székek? hajjaj. ez most így megfelelne. ülni benne. üldögélni. nyomni a számítót.

megrendelem a széket. tartozik hozzá egy karfapár is, ami külön termék. lehet venni [széket magában] vagy [széket + karfát]. szeretek könyökölni. megveszem a második opciót. hosszas lesés után. a neten. nincs raktáron, nincs raktáron, kevés van raktáron, ma már nem szállítjuk ki próbáld holnap, nincs raktáron, kevés van raktáron. mígnem egyszer. 11 darab raktáron. zöldben van a kis készletjelző gecilámpa. zöldben. szép novemberi reggel. rácsapok. kártya. -60k.

3 nap múlva, november 30-án küldenek egy emailt arról, hogy csatoltak egy levelet pdf-ben. fasza. íme:

hogy mi a fasz van? azért tudtam megrendelni elvileg, mert volt raktáron. meg kifizetni. zöldben volt a kis készletjelző gecilámpa. megnézem hogy mit írnak a neten:

ma nincs de holnap vagy holnap lesz. írok egy közepesen vicces levelet, hogy légyszi hagyjuk ezt a pénz ide-oda utalgatást, nekem ez a szék kell, úgy látom hogy lesz holnap, oldjátok meg.

semmi válasz, következő nap:

csicskám az IKEA! korai öröm. nagyon korai. jön a DPD-s futár másnap. egy darab 2 kilós dobozkával. mondom itt hiba lesz, van még egy 20 kilós nagy doboz is, ez egy szék ugyanis. hát, nála biztos nincs. biztos? biztos. fasza. van valami logisztikai gikszer, hát van ilyen. a DPD-s tag szerint holnap biztos jön a SZÉK, merthogy ezek a faszrágók kiküldték A KARFÁKAT. KÜLÖN. csak ehhez a kurva székhez jók. hogy mi a écces majomfaszt kezdek a karfákkal? hát igen. rögtön küldök egy emailt az előbbi threadbe, hogy heló, ez így mi a picsa. minden csomag meg email meg lófasz befotózva, heló légyszi, rendelésszám, kurvaanyja. (itt egyébként még olyan naiv vagyok, hogy valami félreértés történt, holnap biztos kiküldik. bolond ifjúság!) a rendeléskövetés közben változik:

kezdek rosszat sejteni. másnap (december 3.):

tl;dr IKEA módra. sóhajtok egyet, kurvajó. Kohlhaas Mihályba oltott Buddhaként várok napokig.

December 8-án elunom a dolgot, és felhívom az “””Ügyfél””” “””szolgálatot”””. 40 perc után eljutok egy emberig, hááátigen, itt túlvásárlás történt. (túlvásárlás. én, a rohadt szemét kapzsi fogyasztó köcsög, TÚLVÁSÁROLTAM. meg kellett volna elégedni a karfával. de én persze terpeszkedni akartam, mi? Afrikában meg éheznek?) talán túleladás, nem, te fasznyakú görcs, te bútorhóhér? hát igen, mire az összeszedő kolléga leért a raktárba, elfogyott. kurva érdekes. jó, és akkor most mivan? hát ez egy nagyon nagy becslés, de itt az írja a rendszer, hogy december 14-én lesz a székből. aha. közben nézem a neten, hogy mindenhol dec 21-et, 27-et ír. neem nem nem ezt a belső rendszer írja. weird flex but ok. de tudod mit, írok egy emlékeztetőt annak a kollégának aki ezt intézi, hogy dec. 14-én hívjon fel bármi van, és akkor majd meg tudjátok beszélni hogy mikor szállítsák ki :) oké, fasza. happy end.

JA HÁT PERSZE HOGY A RETKES FASZT HÍVTAK FEL, túl elfoglaltak voltak egymás picsájából szívni az alvadt gecit a Kolläborer ülőgarnitúrán közben kapok egy hergelő automatikus emailt, nem számít:

másnap (dec. 15) telefonálok megint, 1.5 óra után eljutok egy másik emberig, mondom heló, nem ez volt megbeszélve? hááát igen, itt túlvásárlás törté- igen ezt már hallottam. (zöldben volt a kis készletjelző gecilámpa.) next step? hát azt kéne, hogy 20-án VAGY 21- én tessék felhívni megint minket, itt azt írja hogy akkora lesz. aha most 20-án vagy 21-én? hát aa ö ö inkább 20-án. és te figyelj csak ez így hogy van, a neten is eladjátok a 10 széket meg élőben is, aztán aki kapja marja? a pénz meg nálatok áll addig is hogy dél-szomál gendereket telepítsetek belőle Stockholm-Løfas negyedbe???? mi lenne ha először azokat szolgálnátok ki akik 3 hete kifizették, he? hát a a izé mi ezt nem tudjuk garantálni hogy milyen sorrendben mennek ki a rendelések. nyugalom. nyugalom. ez csak egy minimálbéres 20 éves szerencsétlen. nyugalom. ő nem az IKEA. nyugalom. nagy levegő. nyugtató gondolatok. anyád halászleve. a lila akác illata a tavaszi Sydneyben. szőnyegbombázás éri a stockholmi IKEA központot, a túlélőket pedig gondos kezek legéppuskázzák. nyugalom. nyugtató gondolatok. jó és akkor mit javasolsz? háát reggel érdemes, mert akkor még akár aznap kimehet.

20-a. tegnap. délelőtt telefonálok. többször. sajnáljuk, az “””Ügyfél””” “””szolgálat””” technikai okok miatt nem elérhető. namivan, végleg feladták? mindegy, van jobb dolgom is, próbáljuk meg holnap.

21-e. ma. 9-től van ügyfélszolgálat. telefonálok. sajnáljuk, technikai, nem. hm? megint telefonálok. ugyanez. szörnyű, szörnyű, szörnyű gyanúm támad. felhívom a másik telefonszámomról. üdvözöljük, főmenü. megint a fő számomról, ami a rendelésnél is ott van. sajnáljuk, technikai, nem. a másikról. üdvözöljük, főmenü. gengszterek. haramiák. útonállók. a kurva anyátokat.

itt tartunk most. kérjem vissza a pénzt? a karfák már itt vannak, én biztos hogy nem viszem vissza át Pestre a vírusos rablóbarlangjukba. viszont ők meg csak a székért fogják visszaadni a pénzt, és lett 2 műanyagdarabom 8 ezer forintért.

szóval szeretnék kölcsönkérni egy lángszórót, karácsonyig visszadom.

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adelolteszete-blog · 6 years

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🐶 #namivan #somakutyanagyonvicces #eztahülyefejüt #szamospartisétáink (helyszín: Parcul Rozelor)

#namivan #szamospartisétáink #somakutyanagyonvicces #eztahülyefejüt

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weedamka · 5 years

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milyen csajszi te gyerek

namivan csávó

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foreszt · 7 years

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Emberek a Facebookon szokatlan időjárás idején: - havazik áprilisban - havazik áprilisban, lol - havazik áprilisban, köszorbán/soros/gyurcsány - sándorjózsefbenedek hát holvanatavasz hajadismijen - boldog karácsonyt :DDDDD - van nekem is ablakom, nem kell mindenkinek kiírni, hogy havazik - *kép a havas házáról/kocsijáról/udvaráról/gyerekéről/ruhájáról* - *valami havas videót posztol* - *valami havas/teles/karácsonyos számot/klipet posztol* - *valami nyaras képet/videót posztol* - *épp máshol/külföldön/bahamákon van*: namivan jó az idő pesten xd?

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ineedumorethananything-blog · 7 years

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Namivan hittem, hogy keresni fogsz

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raptortext · 4 years

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almost to the end...it’s been so fun writing these and actually getting through a table omg

39. Poor.

Naminé finds it incredibly sweet of Vanitas to go out into town on his own and come back with a gift for her. It’s almost the same present as one Riku gave her before but a different set. She’ll always look at these colored pencils and feel warm that it was Vanitas who gave them to her. She colors with them once and discovers that they’re poor quality but Naminé doesn’t mind. She is, however, concerned about one particular detail. “Vanitas...where did you get the money for these?” Vanitas’ furrowed, confused brow tells her all she needs to know.

40. Rich.

Sometimes when they decide to go out together--on dates as Naminé bashfully calls it--they often arrive in Twilight Town and head straight for the bistro. Naminé usually gets sweet things for dessert but today she decides to try a very rich chocolate cake in hopes that Vanitas will like a dessert for once. Naminé can only handle a few bites until she puts down her fork. Vanitas grins. “Oh, so it got the best of you after all.” Naminé nods. “It’s very good but...well, I’m glad you like it.” Vanitas smirks and pulls the cake towards him.

41. Truth.

“Y’know I’m surprised none of your friends made a big fuss about us.” Vanitas says to Naminé, chin in his hands. Riku doesn’t want to comment. He keeps watching the kettle and setting up three mugs. But Vanitas has a way of dragging people into things. “Especially you over there,” he says. “To tell the truth, you two,” Riku admits, “I wasn’t so sure about this.” Vanitas shrugs and Naminé looks down at her folded hands. Riku sighs and sets down their teas in front of them. This isn’t his favorite conversation but he didn’t want to lie.

42. Lies.

“I’ve...told a lot of lies,” Naminé confesses softly. “I’ve created so many lies...and I was never the one to pay the price.” Vanitas watches her, mouth pursed to the side. Then he shrugs and stretches his arms up. “So what?” Naminé’s head snaps towards him. “What?” “So what? None of your friends care about all that, right?” Naminé pauses. “No...they don’t, I don’t think. They’re very forgiving.” Vanitas tugs Naminé against his side by her waist. “And, y’know, I like this dark little secret of yours,” he says, lips to her ear, “tell me more.”

43. Clean.

Vanitas doesn’t need his helmet anymore, or at least not in the foreseeable future. It sits on a shelf in his room across from his bed where he can stare at it every night until he falls asleep. He’s taken to wiping down the front plate with his t-shirts whenever it gathers a little dust or he leaves finger marks over it. Naminé brings him some cleaning spray and a towel after she catches him doing it. “Here, this can clean that up for you.” Vanitas doesn’t it want to be a serious thing, but he accepts the items anyway.

44. Dirty.

“Oh no!” Naminé’s dress is covered in mud after a cyclist zooms by over a puddle that splashed all over her. Vanitas almost takes off after them but Naminé grabs his arm with both of her hands. “It’s okay...” “Not really. Can you portal back to your room and change?” She hesitates before dragging Vanitas into an alleyway to create a portal and step through. Vanitas waits in front of it until she reemerges in a new white and baby blue dress. Naminé closes the portal and sighs. “I don’t like using these...” “Yeah but your dress isn’t dirty now.”

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