𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛.ღ I Forgot To Post This Drawing Of My Vanitas @docteur-vanitas ~(^\\-\\^)~ ‎♡‧₊˚

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤 cont'd, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen

As the stranger spoke, Jeanne’s 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 returned to the rabbit plush. Little thumbs idly traced the doll’s velvet fabric, stopping only when they brushed against the doll’s hands. She tugged lightly at the delicate lace and cooed:

“As a little child, yourself, would you have liked this? Especially if you were a young… 𝑑𝑢𝑘𝑒. On second thought, perhaps this may be too embarrassing for him to carry around.” She heaved a sigh, her voice becoming smaller, “This may be selfish, but… I’d hope that, every time I was away, if he ever needed comfort… then he’d have this & think of me until I can return to his side.”

She noticed the stranger's fingertips touching one of the plush rabbits.

“I didn’t realize that you were ..tidying this shelf—--”

Gasp ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

She got a better look at him. Is he really the shop owner? Tall. Elegantly dressed. Chin-length raven hair surrounded his gracious visage, catching golden hour’s amber light with an iridescent sheen like fine silk. Even his voice resembled the same enchantment that Jeanne had often witnessed in the blade of an artisanal claymore. No, a cutlass, perhaps? A rapier? He could be a nobleman. No, perhaps even an ennobled knight. Also, his answer wasn’t quite satisfying, as if he didn't care about selling her the doll. Nevertheless, perhaps it was the atmosphere’s quietude & homeliness, but as she stood beside him, she completely forgot her reputation as a being not even deemed a vampire. No, whatever happened to 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔲? Thus, the tone of her voice barely became any more respectful:

“…You’re not the shop owner, are you? So you’re… also interested in these rabbit dolls?”

She beamed—- 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠:

“𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞? 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒?!”

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---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 seemed to endlessly pour in through the paneled windows, casting a cozy, mellow glow everywhere. Dozens of dust particles floated lazily in the air, which smelled like oak and hints of strawberry. A multitude of toys adorned the 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.

⩍ 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 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! ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ )

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 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... ? !̲

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

⩍ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, ℂ𝕙. 𝟙𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

At the rooftop of Hotel Chou Chou, the couple stood a few meters apart…

On this quiet evening, Jeanne stood like a wildflower caught in a breeze. Molten golden eyes narrowed in defiance, enhancing the beauty that swelled in her presence, as if she were woven from the very stars themselves. A delicate, creamy thigh emerges from the slit of her flowing white gown, kissed tenderly by the light of the Blue Moon.

“Tch…” Her gaze flickered with an intense, angry red. Her fists balled up at her sides. “Alright. Well, here and now, I’ll break one of your bones. Then, I’ll cut off that ridiculous rat tail and offer it to Dominique-sama. A convenient woman to Noe, huh? Who exactly do you think you are to be saying something like that towards Dominique-sama?!” She ran forward, her hand reaching out to grab him.

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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ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

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 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.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ