𝘼𝙨𝙠 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚!

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ I found out that we can directly post our nsfw art... in CARRD! Therefore, I will move all art into My Carrd. I looked at other artists' Carrds. I saw uncensored stuff ~(^\\~\\^)~ In X, [ @docteur-vanitas ]ᴹʸ ᴮᵃᵇʸᵍᶦʳˡ and I are writing Chapter 2: Bourreau x Chasseur together. I love psycho killer Chasseur so much! ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ )

⩍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'.

⩍ 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 🤭

A long, long time ago...

Jeanne, the Bourreau, gritted her teeth. At her sides, her fists balled tightly. Her entire petite frame trembled. And trembled.

"Okay. I think all these Chasseurs coming at me are trying to push my buttons. To teach me a lesson. To make me stronger..."

Jeanne turned around abruptly, long hair whipping in the air like a storm of rose de Mai petals. Anger seethed through her body, bristling just under her skin & begging to be set loose. She took a step forward, boots snapping twigs. Her breathing intensified. She bared her fangs, eyes glowing so bright, so red. You would think she was the wrathful 𝐑ed 𝐌oon's humanoid form ready to cause severe destruction to The World Formula.

"BUT CAN I JUST RELAX FOR ONE DAY?!" she yelled at the heavens above, "OR SHOULD I ASK THE VAMPIRE SENATE FOR MORE CASES TO ANNIHILATE?! THEREFORE, I CAN MORE EASILY IGNORE AND SMACK THESE HOLIER-THAN-THOU HUMANS ACROSS THE FACE?!"

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

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~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

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---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