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ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

star apples! ~(^//~//^)~ yummy sugary sweetness! I can’t stop eating fruit!

I love seeing wild bananas, wild papayas, wild sweet potato plants, wild moringa, sapodilla… There are some jackfruit in the fridge, but I’m unsure if it’s only for 1 person. Totally unrelated, but today marks the first time that I tried to give myself some vampiric almond-shaped nails. Ah (>\\o\\<) I sucked.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~Chapitre 2

"…Birichina…?" Jeanne esitò con le labbra tremanti, un pezzetto di cibo evidentemente attaccato al viso: "CHI è birichino, non rispondendo subito?!"

Jeanne balzò di fronte a Vanitas (imbavagliato dal palmo di Noé), i loro visi vicinissimi. Strinse i pugni e lo fissò come se volesse affermare il proprio dominio. Un profondo rossore roseo si insinuò sulle sue guance, mentre lottava per controllare le emozioni. Dietro di lei, Dominique de Sade sogghignò a Vanitas, per poi addolcire lo sguardo su Noe. “Noe, dovremmo lasciarlo parlare! Questa è l'occasione perfetta per sapere se l'umano sospetto sia davvero dalla nostra parte! Certo, sta curando i vampiri affetti da Malnomen, ma qual è il suo obiettivo finale? Quali sono le vere intenzioni del clan Blue Moon? Qual è il loro potere? Per quanto ne sappiamo, probabilmente vuole ucciderci tutti!”

Ｔｒｕｔｈ ｓｅｒｕｍ！🍷 Ａｓｋ ｈｉｍ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｆｏｒｃｅｄ ｔｏ ａｎｓｗｅｒ ｈｏｎｅｓｔｌｙ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❞ You didn't have to ·̲ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀But Amelia's soup had a side effect. Her apologies (for doing right by him) rang in Vanitas' ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ What... ? !̲

⠀

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

—-----𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕤...

THUNDERCRACK echoed through the room. Jeanne let out a sound, part whimper / part whisper: “Vanitas…!”

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡ With gritted teeth, she broke into sobs. Her vision of him blurred, and she drowned into 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. Her full breasted body—so small, soft, and hot—squirmed as his voice penetrated her brain. As his voice dared to drop her to her knees.

“…Jealous? Of… of who?” She stammered, her voice watery and weak, “Of every vampire woman who could ask a human... stupid questions?!”

Her voice raised on the last few words. Indeed, she was triggered. Indeed, he speared and plunged 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 deep into her. Eyelashes brimmed with beaded tears, 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 which fell as her body shook.

Suddenly—--

The scent of his blood summoned out the hazy red sun of dawn within her eyes. Oh how she would do anything for a taste of his juicy, savory liquid again. She would swallow and swallow. She would suck out his soul until her lips glistened with the last droplets of her drink. No—-- she needs to control herself. CONTROL HERSELF... But—-- she is starving. Absolutely starving. Her mother’s lectures on seduction flooded her memories. And so... On her cheek, she placed a feminine hand over his’.

“You told me: you love me," she continued, eyelids lowering, "But you’ll need more than your human body to make me feel attraction towards you.. 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈...”

She maintained eye contact, cheek melding deeper into the warmth of his palm. Her entire face burned with arousal. A quiet sigh fell from pretty pink lips, which remained soft and open.

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

She presses the button. She presses it again. Press… Press. Press.

Jeanne couldn't send her message anonymously. He definitely did this on purpose (specifically for her). However, she still decided to send one anyway. 𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛, he would answer…

❝Ahem. Would you rather: (a) someone accidentally sees you showering? or (b) someone accidentally sees you sitting at les toilettes?❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Of course it could have been a trap, but Vanitas had the answer ready.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You weren't careful, 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯 . I can keep my promises, but you know I want something in return ·̲·̲·

And in that case, the doctor would guarantee her privacy, but first he wanted to know what he was supposed to keep for himself, the object of a kind of blackmail disguised as a pact, the knot in a rope that tied the makers of the deal, where each, at this point, was trying to pull the other's end into his own fist as well. Apparently, the burly vampiress was trying to rebel against the human's monopoly, but her peculiar defiance was not enough to deter him, on the contrary; this became the amusing manifestation of a feeling of irritation dug deep into his delight, annoyingly stinging her and pushing her in a desperate attempt to confuse him, to upset him: practically an irresistible invitation to persevere, for the executioner, a facet that added to the game, making it lively, never still and boring, even more exciting, fuelling Vanitas' curiosity, which he shamelessly makes no secret of.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ I am very intrigued. Let me see how long you are able to resist ·̲

⠀⠀⠀An annoyingly provocative sensuality as such, inherent in the blatantly natural behaviour of everything Vanitas possesses, now finds its climax in the tilted skull, all the rest of the body soft to release, into the upper block, its seductive energy, which corrupts the face, drenched in a disrespectfully flirtatious smile.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You could have been more direct and made an explicit request. Do you like water shows ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

My apologies if you've noticed any indecisive actions on my accounts, including deletions! It is a challenge to simplify my art/rp accounts! I also wish to find a different place to put my art into folders; Pixiv doesn't allow me to edit folders anymore.. The new Snow White movie is here. I saw the trailer, and it doesn't resonate with me. My childhood's Kristin Kreuk will always be the best Snow White!

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—-----𝕃𝑒 𝕄𝑎𝑛è𝑔𝑒…

“I need your word that you will no longer do any harm to Dominique-sama. Nor Noe..” Jeanne started, voice echoing with a rising bellow, “…Nor Vanitas!”

Her sharp teeth gnashed, eyes reflecting 𝓓awn’s 𝓡ed 𝓢un. Eventide’s cold air kissed her skin through her clothes, but her blood boiled way too hot. Too hot, in fact, that blood did climb up her face, warming the apples of her cheeks ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

She stared him down. Studied him. Vanitas’ little brother. Injured. Damaged—-- like the merry-go-round behind him and its paint-peeled horses laying together in heaps, mouths left open as if they choked on their own screams. Definitely a member of the ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪɴ; he held those same spellbinding blue eyes. Yet with wispy hair & lily white skin glowing against the night, if not a child of the moon, he resembled 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

As the notorious Bourreau, she knew: Culprits always return to the scene of the crime…

.˚ ̥

ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

☾ ☆ . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ @bourreaudoll  spoke to the moon ˎˊ˗ ⊹ . ☆ ☽

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ☾ ☆ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. That rose- colored coat, her short, pale hairㅤ—ㅤshe was definitely that same woman from that awful, rainy night at the carnival. Not Mademoiselle Domi, but rather that awful, terrible woman that had tried to stop him from getting to his BROTHER. Almost immediately does he frown at the sight of the vampire. Even his dog would begin to GROWL at her.

꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat are YOU doing here ? ㅤ❜

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

—-----𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕤, 𝕤𝕒𝕪 "𝕪𝕖𝕤~"?

Jeanne swallowed thickly, tasting the desire in the back of her throat.

“'Want it,” she whispered softly, “I want it so, so bad. Vanitas…” Her voice tapered off as he walked farther and farther away. THUD—-

She crashed onto the floor with a dry hit, breasts bouncing as she ached for air. She’s a squirming mess, soft and caressable in all the right places with sweaty, silky locks sticking to her face.

“I need to feel your blood inside me…”

She crawled towards the bed, towards him. She was desperate to achieve that happy, gooey, honey feeling in her body.

Finally, at Vanitas’ feet, she sat up. Her thighs parted, cheeks a pretty crimson. Her eyes glowed with the eternal red moon. And she remained there with an absolute look of lust-induced stupor on her face. Her eyes shifted to his neck, its girth leaving her salivating. Just from this distance, she could feel the warmth radiating from it. And for a second, she thought she saw it twitch, vying for attention. She couldn’t wait to make it twitch more; it would twitch and twitch and twitch if her hot, fleshy tongue rubbed against it. She would make it leak. No, a big, warm load would spurt into her mouth. Jeanne can just imagine his deliciousness painting the pink tunnel of her mouth. She swallows the saliva pooled on her tongue.

“I want to taste you again. Vanitas, don’t you want it, too?” Her voice played the sweetest kind of music. “You’re not willing..?” She was confused. She thought that he also loved using her for his own pleasure. She thought he loved the feeling of her milking every last drop of his vitality onto her beautiful face. If he coaxes her, then the command would quickly sink deep into her bones. The kindness would bring her absolute happiness~ Suddenly—--

Vanitas felt something wet lick his knee. Her tongue glided over its curve, forming a thin, slick sheen. She whines, just because she can. She expects anger or retaliation to settle on his face. Still, she dares to ask:

“If you're excited, lay down on the bed…? Don't you want me to squeeze it all out of you?”

The sick little thing only continued to stare up at him with those starry little doe eyes, lips glistening. She can sense it. She can sense that she is so close. She can almost hear the bed creak violently. He just needs to let her squeeze out every drop of him. He just needs to say "yes".

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

She presses the button. She presses it again. Press… Press. Press.

Jeanne couldn't send her message anonymously. He definitely did this on purpose (specifically for her). However, she still decided to send one anyway. 𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛, he would answer…

❝Ahem. Would you rather: (a) someone accidentally sees you showering? or (b) someone accidentally sees you sitting at les toilettes?❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Of course it could have been a trap, but Vanitas had the answer ready.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You weren't careful, 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯 . I can keep my promises, but you know I want something in return ·̲·̲·

And in that case, the doctor would guarantee her privacy, but first he wanted to know what he was supposed to keep for himself, the object of a kind of blackmail disguised as a pact, the knot in a rope that tied the makers of the deal, where each, at this point, was trying to pull the other's end into his own fist as well. Apparently, the burly vampiress was trying to rebel against the human's monopoly, but her peculiar defiance was not enough to deter him, on the contrary; this became the amusing manifestation of a feeling of irritation dug deep into his delight, annoyingly stinging her and pushing her in a desperate attempt to confuse him, to upset him: practically an irresistible invitation to persevere, for the executioner, a facet that added to the game, making it lively, never still and boring, even more exciting, fuelling Vanitas' curiosity, which he shamelessly makes no secret of.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ I am very intrigued. Let me see how long you are able to resist ·̲

⠀⠀⠀An annoyingly provocative sensuality as such, inherent in the blatantly natural behaviour of everything Vanitas possesses, now finds its climax in the tilted skull, all the rest of the body soft to release, into the upper block, its seductive energy, which corrupts the face, drenched in a disrespectfully flirtatious smile.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You could have been more direct and made an explicit request. Do you like water shows ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ Lately, I’ve grown weary of other Jeanne roleplayers using my art. The first story felt almost too surreal to believe. (x\\o\\x) I should’ve listened to my Vanitas… So, I’ve turned my attention to softer things: swooning over Vanitas and pouring love into my little hentai comic. I’m hoping to finish the comic by the end of the month, though I’ve also begun some new business projects.

Lately, I’ve been focusing a lot on my mental health. I'm finally starting to understand why things happened the way they did—it pushed me to grow and fight for a better version of myself.

I’ve also been learning how powerful mindset is. Even visualizing small details or how I’d handle fears makes a difference. There’s so much helpful info out there—free and from people who genuinely care.

I’m even trying out “reality shifting.” It might sound weird, but after feeling like a shell for so long, I’m willing to try anything to be kinder to myself. I still remember envying people just for being able to go outside. I never want to feel like that again. If you’ve supported me or wished me well, thank you. I really appreciate it and wish the same for you.

Apparently, today is special—the moon and Neptune are aligned for the first time since the 1930s. Kind of cool. (o\\-\\o)

⩍ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, ℂ𝕙. 𝟚𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

“Eh?!” Jeanne’s heels halted. Stirred by his teasing, her cheeks burned with a sudden, unwelcoming heat. However, the fluster faded fast, darkened with the memory of how he had treated her beloved Dominique-sama.

Without another word, she stepped forward, fingers furiously curling around the big blue ribbon at his chest. She pulled him to the edge of the azure tiles, where they nearly met the earth which held its breath beneath them.

The wind tugged playfully at her hair as she releases Vanitas’ ribbon, his feet just shy of the edge. Jeanne leaned in, her breath kissing his ear. “Not just one bone,” she whispered, “Shall we see how many bones will break?”

She offered a gentler smile. Soft. Sweet. Dangerous. “You said anything, didn’t you?” Her voice danced, delicate and mocking. “Then jump. Laugh like a fool as you fall. Don’t worry—I still need a lock of your hair when you’re done. With luck, maybe your face will finally match that awful personality.”

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

“Vanitas ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ You said these rude words! For Dominique-sama, I demand a fight with you! -Jeanne💝” *vampire hiss*

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ …A fight, Jeanne? I'm really curious to find out more ·̲·̲·

⠀⠀⠀

❞ Whether you like it or not, I love you ·̲

The letter arrived ...𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝓍𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈. His words speared into the petite girl, causing a sensation in her stomach to tighten and ache. She whimpered a sweet little sound, body tensing as golden eyes glazed over the letter in her hands. She began to quiver, chest heaving in a manner that made her breasts bounce. Knees shook, and she fell on her legs.

… … 💭This was such a mega surprise, Vanitas, but may God help you… …because you are so adorable💕~

Jeanne quickly sat upright, the brightest smile on her face!! A kaleidoscope of butterflies frantically fluttered within the hollows of her heart. “Pfft!” she giggled while shaking her head, causing her hair to form a chaotic halo. “Are you trying to make me hate you again? Too bad!”

Jeanne wants to climb over him, pin his wrists to the floor, claim his mouth, & then force him to hammer dhampir babies through that sweet, soft spot at the end of her. She can just imagine his tomato red face as she praised him for being sooo good to her. She would help him release all his doctorly stresses. 🎵

Jeanne wants to mark him hers’ again, never letting him go. She can just imagine his sweet breath fanning the air, a mewling cry rattling out of him as vital fluid flooded his neck and dripped down, the wet squelch of her saliva echoing throughout the room. Then, she would tuck him into her own bed, keep him there, safe and warm all night.

Jeanne wiped the drool away with her sleeve.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝐺𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦~! 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑋𝐷𝐷𝐷𝐷𝐷 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙! 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 “𝐿𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠!”, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎 “𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑚𝑖” ~(^\\o\\^)~

My muse randomly appeared with animal features! Send a:

-🐱 to find my muse with cat ears and tail

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-🐶 to find my muse with dog ears and tail

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-🕊️ to find my muse with bird wings and tail

-🐊 to find my muse with a reptilian tail

-🦇 to find my muse with bat ears and wings

-🦋 to find my muse with butterfly/moth wings and antennae

-🦌 to find my muse with deer ears/antlers and tail