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

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

—-----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❜

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ (/;\\~\\;)/ someone give me Lucaaa!

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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

⩍ 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕪! 𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪

(˙༥˙(👈(> ؂ ₍•͈ ) ❝ Don't worry, @docteur-vanitas!! I will take control of the situation now!❞

Next scene~ Everybody: fighting for their lives Jeanne: … 🫦 Vanitas: …⁄(❀⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

The scene after~ Everybody: Dying in a massacre Jeanne: … 😏 Vanitas: …⁄(❀⁄ ⁄꩜⁄ᯅ⁄꩜⁄ ⁄)⁄

And the scene after~ Noe: getting attacked Jeanne: … 🫣 Vanitas: …☁️(⁄ ⁄ ´⁄ Д ⁄ ˋ⁄ ⁄)☁️☁️ Ngh~! Mhh~!

Everybody: *fighting for their lives*

Vanitas: ... 🫦

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Everybody: *Dying in a massacre at a masquerade party*

Vanitas in the meantime: ... 😏

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Noe: *getting attacked by the senator*

Meanwhile Vanitas: ... 🫣

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Noe: *kidnapped*

Again Vanitas: ... 😈

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

Everyone: *mutilated, almost dying after the battle*

Damn Vanitas: ... ❤️

••≫────≪•◦ • ◦•≫────≪••

I swear, I laughed and blushed a thousand times watching this anime 🤭

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 —-----𝔸𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖…

Jeanne’s brows furrowed, nose slightly scrunched up in the most adorable way. Her lips pursed, annoyance bubbling in her chest as she read Vanitas’ reply letter.

Dropping the letter down to her side, she walked down the hallway, avoiding eye contact with curious castle guards. Oh, how she waited for Vanitas to answer such an embarrassing question. Depending on his answer, she would’ve been able to gather more information on his weakness.

Instead, he—-- “Water shows… huh?” she asked out loud, unable to suppress her frustration. Suddenly, her breathing came out in short trembling patterns.

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

—-----𝔹𝔸ℕ𝔾!!

The window of Vanitas and Noe’s room opened with such force, and a gust of wind whooshed inside the room immediately. It whipped Jeanne's hair around her face. It released the red velcro of her chalk white battle dress, revealing more of her gorgeous legs. It cooled the heated skin of her small frame.

❝𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?! 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?!❞

The wind settled... ...as if Jeanne's voice had commanded it.

She bit her lip, suppressing further outbursts, except for a tiny exasperated huff. She then breathed a lung full of air, a scowl on her face as she descended from the window.

Jeanne looked around the room for Vanitas. The air was standing still. She noticed dust particles flowing around, encased in the softest light coming from the window. The spring sun’s calmness enveloped her; in fact, it seemed to purify any leftover anguish heat within her. This is the City of Flowers. This is Paris. This is where humans reside: 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼' 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. She has returned ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

Her nose picked up the faint scents~ ...Of clean soap. ...Of men’s cologne.

A light pink blush dusted her doll-like countenance.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝘼𝙨𝙠 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚!

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.

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)

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠’ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡. ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ ) 𝐴 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?!