Hi, I'm Marianne Aka 𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏. ✨ VaniJeanne Artist & Roleplayer⁽ᴶᴱᴬᴺᴺᴱ⁾.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

┊♡┊𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ!! 🍞🍮 …𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝. Private & selective. A roleplay account for the canon character JEANNE from “The Case Study of Vanitas”.

𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕀ℙ, with @docteur-vanitas 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽? *vampire hiss* ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ💢 He is MINE, and I am his'! We breed like monogamous rabbits! Also, I only drink HIS blood (so I won't drink another Vanitas' blood)🩸🩸🩸

𝐷𝑜𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙-𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 & 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen

The bell above the door chimed, and immediately, Jeanne immersed herself into the quiet lull of the 𝑇oy 𝑆tore ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

The sun was shifting into Golden Hour, and the world slowed down…

A soft aureate haze endlessly poured in through the paneled windows, casting a cozy, mellow glow everywhere. Dust particles floated lazily in the air, which smelled like oak and hints of strawberry. A multitude of toys adorned polished wooden shelves.

Suddenly, Jeanne’s eyes twinkled. She hurried over to the display of plush rabbits. One particular white rabbit wore an elegant blue dress. How familiar… She recalled a fond memory, an outpour of joy welling up from deep within her heart: 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛.

Then, her lips curled into a gentle smile. She imagined a joyful Luca-sama, whispering his thanks while pressing his forehead against the rabbit’s soft fabric. However…

Eyelashes fluttered against pink-tinted cheeks. She turned to face the tall stranger who had been standing beside her, assuming he was the shop owner. Besides, he was the only other person around.

“Do you think a little boy.. would be fine with a rabbit doll––in a dress? For his birthday?”

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

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

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!

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

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

-🐯 to find my muse with big cat ears and tail

-🐶 to find my muse with dog ears and tail

-🐺 to find my muse with wolf ears and tail

-🦊 to find my muse with fox ears and tail

-🐰 to find my muse with bunny ears and tail

-🐮 to find my muse with cow ears/horns and tail

-🐏 to find my muse with sheep ears/horns and tail

-🕊️ 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

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)

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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❜

𝘼𝙨𝙠 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚!