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: ... 🫦

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

Vanitas in the meantime: ... 😏

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Noe: *getting attacked by the senator*

Meanwhile Vanitas: ... 🫣

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Noe: *kidnapped*

Again Vanitas: ... 😈

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Everyone: *mutilated, almost dying after the battle*

Damn Vanitas: ... ❤️

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

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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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞💝 (˙༥˙(👈 Répondre à mon amour @docteur-vanitas.... Pour: My Muse Randomly Appeared with Animal Features

(💭) ‘Something is behind me!’

SLAP ! ! ! Her spine instinctively arched. Jeanne had given herself a powerful slap to the buttocks.

...Blink. Blink. Jeanne stuck out her rear end, blushing at the lingering hot sensation.

Then, her lips curled into a bright smile as she admired her ball-like fluffy tail. That tail fluttered with excitement. It fluttered and fluttered more quickly, bunny ears twitching with excitement.

⩍ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) A simple warning for @docteur-vanitas!!!!!!

"Mnn…" (-\\\~\\\-) Golden eyes flicked to the card with Vanitas’ maddeningly perfect handwriting. An unwelcomed crimson blush slipped beneath her skin, like sunrise. It was slow & warm. It was inevitable & too intimate. Jeanne recalled his kiss when they had first met, the way he reduced her into a helpless fawn trapped in his arms (ngh...). She recalled last night’s dream, and his kisses there. Between the kisses, he would murmur, “Butterfly,” a spell that had, indeed, impregnated her stomach with fluttering blue butterflies.

Jeanne’s gaze drifted to the pinned photo across her room—held in place by a slender dagger, its tip hovering a breath away from Vanitas’ infuriatingly handsome face. Annoying. She could still hear the low murmur in his voice, his teasing tone as they stepped into Lord Ruthven’s study: “Were you staring at my face, Jeanne?”

A second dagger sliced through the air—- It embedded itself beside the first dagger, barely missing Vanitas' smug grin. Jeanne strode towards the bookshelf, fury in every step. Deceptively delicate fingers brushed familiar picture books, seeking comfort even as her pulse pounded.

Jeanne smirked, dark and knowing while she plucked two titles: 'Sadistic Beauty' & 'Domestic Wolf'.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ Every time Vanitas' mind causes him to act like a Clever Little Sh*t. ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ ) I wish I had the time to collect every gif image of the moments this happened.

Hi, I'm Marianne aka 𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏. ✨ VaniJeanne Artist & Roleplayer⁽ᴶᴱᴬᴺᴺᴱ⁾. ENFJ, she/her. To interact with Jeanne, click 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.

I love my 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈, being fed, edm, nature, & femininity. The ocean has a special place in my heart. I draw henti sometimes.. ♡(•͈ ₋₍•͈ )

Meet the Artist ➤ Carrd? Gallery? Drafts?

☽︎︎.*·̩͙ DO NOT USE MY ART: Hola, especialmente a otros Jeanne Roleplayers:

🔔 Soy artista VaniJeanne Marianne (apron). NO USE mi arte, especialmente para roleplay (•͈ o₍•͈)!

​ ​ ♡ ̆̈ Important Update, 5/14/2025: ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ YES, COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ I draw VaniJeanne—with monochrome ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ sketch only. For example, image above. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ No sex, but I draw nudity—$50. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Due to trauma, I might require my Vanitas ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ to overlook the DM. Details in Carrd.

𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛.ღ I forgot to post this drawing of my Vanitas @docteur-vanitas ~(^\\-\\^)~ ‎♡‧₊˚ Should I consider my art style to be like otome games? Also, I've been so indecisive about my signature. Maybe I'll use asian characters.

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

Coffee to go

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 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 ͟?

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