ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝐺𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦~! 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑜

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.

Coffee to go

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

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

—-----ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕧.

Jeanne almost couldn’t hear him speak, her heart thumping loudly in her ears: 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩-𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩-𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩-𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩—--

Under that towel, she knew: Vanitas was naked. Water droplets trickled down his skin. They restrained her eyes, submitting her to Ø฿ɆɎ and follow their path on well-defined muscles and veins, his every masculine bulge. His raven hair stuck to his nape as wet strings, mimicking post copulation. She simply caved in, her golden gaze losing itself 𝕥𝑜 𝕚𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝕡𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

Jeanne was small… but fierce. However, the animalistic rage of this display was enough to break her mind. She whimpered. Soft, at first, but then she intensified into a crescendo. She shuddered uncontrollably, a constellation of tears clinging to her lashes. Heat began pooling within her stomach, and it pooled even quicker as the mischievous grin on Vanitas’ lips gradually grew. And 𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒. And 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒. Her cheeks burned. She hid her face in her hands. Later tonight, she will definitely have trouble sleeping. She wailed: “𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓! 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍!!”

Then, with eyes tightly shut, she folded her arms across her chest. Her head tilted up, nose haughtily pointing towards the ceiling. She faked an amused sighed, a smirk plastered on her crimson face. "Anyways, I simply came here to tell you: You're quite the coward, Vanitas. You answered a question …with a question? To gain the vampires' trust, you allowed us to ask you questions about yourself. Or was this not your goal?" .˚ ̥ 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~Chapter 3 "..."

Dominique ruggì di imprecazioni. La rabbia artigliava la gola del giovane duca, bruciando e bruciando. "Ki-kis- Questa è LA SECONDA VOLTA!" avvertì Luca, ma prima che un fulmine potesse apparire—

Jeanne aveva afferrato il nastro del petto di Vanitas e aveva iniziato a trascinare il suo corpo verso la finestra, la sua morbida frangia rosa che le copriva gli occhi. "Con un po' di fortuna, il tuo corpo raggiungerà un medico umano che ti guarirà…"

La finestra si apre, e lei inizia a buttarlo fuori, urlando,

"Chi ti credi di essere, Vanitas?!"

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~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!”

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ To be reinspired, I am worshipping the great goddess. Oh Sonico-chan⁽ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵛᵉʳˢᶦᵒⁿ⁾, make me pretty and productive again. ♡(•͈ ᴗ₍•͈ ) For chilling, I'm also bringing back Kaskade and Late Night Alumni. (T\\~\\T) The amount of self-confidence this type of music always brought me… I need to take a break from CashforGold. Lovely sensual music, but maybe it's best left for lovemaking now; the lyrics make me remember unpleasant similarities with Jeanne, and then I dwell on them too much.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ So far, there are 4 likes for Jeanne! Below, I answered! (•͈ o₍•͈ )! 1. Multiship or singleship? 𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕀ℙ, with @docteur-vanitas 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)🩸🩸🩸

2. Any rp pet peeves? When I previously had good thoughts about Jeanne roleplayers, maybe even offered to help them with something, and they had the audacity to try to steal something from me (e.g., art or @docteur-vanitas). This situation happens more often than you think, which confuses me. (>\\-\\<) Otherwise, I like chilling with the genuinely sweet Jeannes. This is strangely specific, but: If you're writing for your female muse, please take care not to use lustful words to describe my muse. I get nauseous.. 3. Favorite scenes to do? Relaxing scenes, where I get to write about the atmosphere... or nsfw, but only @docteur-vanitas has seen my "h*rny old man" style, which is also my favorite way to write nsfw. x\\D

4. Do you enjoy fluff or angst? Fluff, but I've written a couple of really dark angst in my Facebook roleplay account.

𝘼𝙨𝙠 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚!

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 Jeanne 1.0, prima di innamorarsi di Vanitas...

"Siero della verità…?" mormorò una voce dolce e femminile. Gli occhi illuminati dal sole si spostarono verso il vulnerabile dottore dei vampiri".

Allo stesso tavolo da pranzo, le bocche rimanevano aperte a forma di “O”. Cioè, la bocca di tutti tranne la proprietaria delle ciocche rosa zucchero. Jeanne riusciva a malapena a trattenere una risatina dietro un tovagliolo, il suo sorriso si allargava di secondo in secondo. È ora che lo Stregatto giochi con il suo cibo.

“Vanitas!” Si alzò troppo in fretta, facendo rimbalzare i suoi seni voluttuosi con un'aria così coraggiosa che verrebbe da chiedersi se fosse imparentata con Marianne (cioè la figura simbolo della libertà della Francia dalla monarchia, sia chiaro): "Dimmi tutto quello che non so di te!!!!!!"

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... ? !̲

⠀

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ