ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝑊𝐼𝑃.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

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! ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ )

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.

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

—-----𝕃𝑒𝑠 𝕕𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝕔ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠…

“You.. You told him it wasn’t Dominique-sama’s fault? Wh-…” Jeanne’s eyes widened incredulously. It took a heart beat for reality to hit.

She made a tiny sound in the back of her throat, eyes fluttering as she looked to the side. Jeanne began to lose herself in reverie. “Kind… Yes, that's definitely Dominique-sama.”

S l o w l y , ...her gaze shifted back to Mikhail. Again, she studied him: 𝕍𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠’ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. A sharp tongue. Cold, calculating, and complete with a touch of playful sarcasm laced between his words… This particular attitude seemed vaguely familiar. In fact, his entire essence shrouded in mystery. Still, Jeanne felt the haze of a candlelight, which was warm, 𝕒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, & yearning to be touched ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

“PFF—…… Alike…” she murmured, her voice soft as she smiled at the starlight haired boy, “You and your brother… are alike.”

𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮—-- Her eyes narrowed. With attention, she stared at something behind Mikhail. From underneath the merry-go-round’s rubble, an older black cat and a younger white cat jumped out. The black one momentarily paused to look at Mikhail, regarding him with a blase expression.

“…Two cats.”

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

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

—-----𝕃𝑒 𝕄𝑎𝑛è𝑔𝑒…

“I need your word that you will no longer do any harm to Dominique-sama. Nor Noe..” Jeanne started, voice echoing with a rising bellow, “…Nor Vanitas!”

Her sharp teeth gnashed, eyes reflecting 𝓓awn’s 𝓡ed 𝓢un. Eventide’s cold air kissed her skin through her clothes, but her blood boiled way too hot. Too hot, in fact, that blood did climb up her face, warming the apples of her cheeks ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

She stared him down. Studied him. Vanitas’ little brother. Injured. Damaged—-- like the merry-go-round behind him and its paint-peeled horses laying together in heaps, mouths left open as if they choked on their own screams. Definitely a member of the ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪɴ; he held those same spellbinding blue eyes. Yet with wispy hair & lily white skin glowing against the night, if not a child of the moon, he resembled 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

As the notorious Bourreau, she knew: Culprits always return to the scene of the crime…

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ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ.˚ ̥

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

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!”

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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 ͟?

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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 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