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₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 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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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... ? !̲

⠀

Hi, I'm Marianne aka 𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏. ✨ VaniJeanne Artist & Roleplayer⁽ᴶᴱᴬᴺᴺᴱ⁾. ENFJ, she/her. To interact with Jeanne, click 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.

I love my 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈, being fed, edm, nature, & femininity. The ocean has a special place in my heart. I draw henti sometimes.. ♡(•͈ ₋₍•͈ )

Meet the Artist ➤ Carrd? Gallery? Drafts?

☽︎︎.*·̩͙ DO NOT USE MY ART: Hola, especialmente a otros Jeanne Roleplayers:

🔔 Soy artista VaniJeanne Marianne (apron). NO USE mi arte, especialmente para roleplay (•͈ o₍•͈)!

​ ​ ♡ ̆̈ Important Update, 5/14/2025: ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ YES, COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ I draw VaniJeanne—with monochrome ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ sketch only. For example, image above. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ No sex, but I draw nudity—$50. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Due to trauma, I might require my Vanitas ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ to overlook the DM. Details in Carrd.

⩍ 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 🤭

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

❞ Whether you like it or not, I love you ·̲

The letter arrived ...𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝓍𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈. His words speared into the petite girl, causing a sensation in her stomach to tighten and ache. She whimpered a sweet little sound, body tensing as golden eyes glazed over the letter in her hands. She began to quiver, chest heaving in a manner that made her breasts bounce. Knees shook, and she fell on her legs.

… … 💭This was such a mega surprise, Vanitas, but may God help you… …because you are so adorable💕~

Jeanne quickly sat upright, the brightest smile on her face!! A kaleidoscope of butterflies frantically fluttered within the hollows of her heart. “Pfft!” she giggled while shaking her head, causing her hair to form a chaotic halo. “Are you trying to make me hate you again? Too bad!”

Jeanne wants to climb over him, pin his wrists to the floor, claim his mouth, & then force him to hammer dhampir babies through that sweet, soft spot at the end of her. She can just imagine his tomato red face as she praised him for being sooo good to her. She would help him release all his doctorly stresses. 🎵

Jeanne wants to mark him hers’ again, never letting him go. She can just imagine his sweet breath fanning the air, a mewling cry rattling out of him as vital fluid flooded his neck and dripped down, the wet squelch of her saliva echoing throughout the room. Then, she would tuck him into her own bed, keep him there, safe and warm all night.

Jeanne wiped the drool away with her sleeve.

🩸 "Hey Jeanne!! How are you?!"

@red-moon-vampire

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

—-----𝔸 ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

“Noe?”

It seems Jeanne wasn’t the only one jumping on Parisian rooftops in the quiet night . . .

And so— In front of him— Jeanne landed lightly on her feet, causing the rooftop's loose tiles to clatter. Sweat raced each other down her cheeks, but then a cool breeze blew between the two vampires. With a smile wide and blinding, she was excited to see a familiar face. She took a step forward.

The next moment . . . Cracks of blue had split from between the clouds above, and the world seemed to pause. Then, slowly, those clouds drifted further and further apart from each other. Beside Noe, Jeanne sighed softly, amazed at the show. Together, they resembled a pair of luminescent frogs basking under the 🌑BlueMoon’s calming glow.

Jeanne sighed again, taking in the peaceful night sky for one last moment before she turned to look at Noe again.

“Salut! What are you doing out here at 4 a.m.?!”

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?!"

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---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.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀

—---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.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 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.”

.˚ ̥

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…

.˚ ̥

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…

.˚ ̥

ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ.˚ ̥

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

☾ ☆ . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ @bourreaudoll  spoke to the moon ˎˊ˗ ⊹ . ☆ ☽

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ☾ ☆ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. That rose- colored coat, her short, pale hairㅤ—ㅤshe was definitely that same woman from that awful, rainy night at the carnival. Not Mademoiselle Domi, but rather that awful, terrible woman that had tried to stop him from getting to his BROTHER. Almost immediately does he frown at the sight of the vampire. Even his dog would begin to GROWL at her.

꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat are YOU doing here ? ㅤ❜

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 —-----𝔸𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖…

Jeanne’s brows furrowed, nose slightly scrunched up in the most adorable way. Her lips pursed, annoyance bubbling in her chest as she read Vanitas’ reply letter.

Dropping the letter down to her side, she walked down the hallway, avoiding eye contact with curious castle guards. Oh, how she waited for Vanitas to answer such an embarrassing question. Depending on his answer, she would’ve been able to gather more information on his weakness.

Instead, he—-- “Water shows… huh?” she asked out loud, unable to suppress her frustration. Suddenly, her breathing came out in short trembling patterns.

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

—-----𝔹𝔸ℕ𝔾!!

The window of Vanitas and Noe’s room opened with such force, and a gust of wind whooshed inside the room immediately. It whipped Jeanne's hair around her face. It released the red velcro of her chalk white battle dress, revealing more of her gorgeous legs. It cooled the heated skin of her small frame.

❝𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?! 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?!❞

The wind settled... ...as if Jeanne's voice had commanded it.

She bit her lip, suppressing further outbursts, except for a tiny exasperated huff. She then breathed a lung full of air, a scowl on her face as she descended from the window.

Jeanne looked around the room for Vanitas. The air was standing still. She noticed dust particles flowing around, encased in the softest light coming from the window. The spring sun’s calmness enveloped her; in fact, it seemed to purify any leftover anguish heat within her. This is the City of Flowers. This is Paris. This is where humans reside: 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼' 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. She has returned ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡

Her nose picked up the faint scents~ ...Of clean soap. ...Of men’s cologne.

A light pink blush dusted her doll-like countenance.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 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 ͟?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

┊♡┊𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ!! 🍞🍮 …𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝. Private & selective. A roleplay account for the canon character JEANNE from “The Case Study of Vanitas”.

𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕀ℙ, with @docteur-vanitas 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽? *vampire hiss* ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ💢 He is MINE, and I am his'! We breed like monogamous rabbits! Also, I only drink HIS blood (so I won't drink another Vanitas' blood)🩸🩸🩸

𝐷𝑜𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙-𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 & 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠.

Coffee to go