ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

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

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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 ͟?

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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?!

🐰

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.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑟 (•͈ o₍•͈ )

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.

Coffee to go

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