ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ Lately, I’ve Grown Weary Of Other Jeanne Roleplayers Using My Art.

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.

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

—-----𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕤...

THUNDERCRACK echoed through the room. Jeanne let out a sound, part whimper / part whisper: “Vanitas…!”

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡ With gritted teeth, she broke into sobs. Her vision of him blurred, and she drowned into 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. Her full breasted body—so small, soft, and hot—squirmed as his voice penetrated her brain. As his voice dared to drop her to her knees.

“…Jealous? Of… of who?” She stammered, her voice watery and weak, “Of every vampire woman who could ask a human... stupid questions?!”

Her voice raised on the last few words. Indeed, she was triggered. Indeed, he speared and plunged 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 deep into her. Eyelashes brimmed with beaded tears, 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 which fell as her body shook.

Suddenly—--

The scent of his blood summoned out the hazy red sun of dawn within her eyes. Oh how she would do anything for a taste of his juicy, savory liquid again. She would swallow and swallow. She would suck out his soul until her lips glistened with the last droplets of her drink. No—-- she needs to control herself. CONTROL HERSELF... But—-- she is starving. Absolutely starving. Her mother’s lectures on seduction flooded her memories. And so... On her cheek, she placed a feminine hand over his’.

“You told me: you love me," she continued, eyelids lowering, "But you’ll need more than your human body to make me feel attraction towards you.. 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈...”

She maintained eye contact, cheek melding deeper into the warmth of his palm. Her entire face burned with arousal. A quiet sigh fell from pretty pink lips, which remained soft and open.

.˚ ̥ 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

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

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝑊𝐼𝑃.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ If there is 1 thing that hasn’t changed, it’s the same Californian blue hour. It’s the sky that’s just as blue as the sea whose waves continually seek rest onto the shore. I can almost hear the sea again..

It’s still within me. It’s time to slow down and remember who I am. I walk with love. My eyes see everything that pushes you to different directions; things inside you & things that influence you. Oftentimes, you find yourself crashing and destroying something in your path, before quickly returning deep into yourself with guilt of the mess you made. Still, my heart will remain full of love for you.

“Whether you are calm or in turmoil, I love you,” says the sky, “I’ll continue to gaze down at you with love. I’ll always be the calm that you, yourself, need. The warmth of the sun is hidden within me, and I’ll bring it to you. Here. Swallow it, and I’ll blanket you. I love you, sea.”

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! ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ )

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 ~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!”

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... ? !̲

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⩍ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, ℂ𝕙. 𝟚𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

“Eh?!” Jeanne’s heels halted. Stirred by his teasing, her cheeks burned with a sudden, unwelcoming heat. However, the fluster faded fast, darkened with the memory of how he had treated her beloved Dominique-sama.

Without another word, she stepped forward, fingers furiously curling around the big blue ribbon at his chest. She pulled him to the edge of the azure tiles, where they nearly met the earth which held its breath beneath them.

The wind tugged playfully at her hair as she releases Vanitas’ ribbon, his feet just shy of the edge. Jeanne leaned in, her breath kissing his ear. “Not just one bone,” she whispered, “Shall we see how many bones will break?”

She offered a gentler smile. Soft. Sweet. Dangerous. “You said anything, didn’t you?” Her voice danced, delicate and mocking. “Then jump. Laugh like a fool as you fall. Don’t worry—I still need a lock of your hair when you’re done. With luck, maybe your face will finally match that awful personality.”

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

“Vanitas ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ You said these rude words! For Dominique-sama, I demand a fight with you! -Jeanne💝” *vampire hiss*

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ …A fight, Jeanne? I'm really curious to find out more ·̲·̲·

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