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OH MY GODS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THEM TOO THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAA <3 :3c

sorry for the poor quality. I needed to get the brain worm out

I wish art took less time, I spent like twoish hours on this but that's really not that bad.

Based of of this: https://x.com/sweepswoop_/status/1813707550493483334?s=61

so special thanks to original poster! you are so smart and funny

Fic Excerpt - The Bloody Puppet

Read full fic on AO3 (here)

He doesn't remember when everything begins to blur together. The scarlet moon hangs above in all its radiance, lighting up everything it's light touches in a red hue. It's bright, both from the headache it induces and the crimson seeping into his clothes that it lights up and enhances the color. It is bright in contrast to his fair skin that it stains as well. The blood of a vampire ignites in bright valor and color underneath the bright red moon. The crimson seeps into everything it touches; clothing and skin, stained in the ichor that touches his face and slips into the curves of his neck. Eyelashes flutter as do his closed eyelids as the world is drowned out. "-oé." The sound rings in his ears like a chorus. It is a twisted melody that he tries to grasp. It's familiar in a way he can't discern. "Noé!" The yell of his name has his eyelids fluttering open. Recognition comes to Noé suddenly as his mind begins to run again. With vision blurred and mind foggy, he stares openly at brilliant blue that comes into view. That's right. Memories come back to him suddenly, crashing into him in violent waves as he recalls how he came to be in this predicament.

Geometry test coming up :( have whatever this is

Vnc meet bsd

Atsushi: so you guys are vampires?

Noè: yes

Vanitas: Non

Atsushi: Chuuya?! Verlaine?!

Chuuya, from a distance: he said no!

Atsushi: *to chuuya* thank you! * to Vanitas* but you're a vampire doctor?

Vanitas: Oui

Atsushi: Chu-!

Dazai, tired of atsushi screaming: he said yes

Atsushi: than- how do you know French?

Dazai: I uh.. Uhm...

Vanitas: ohhhhhh

Noè: Vanitas... No

Vanitas: Vanitas yes

Noè: that's not how this works?

Atsushi: well? Dazai? How do you know French?! You said you didn't know!

Dazai: *cough* just that word..

Atsushi: you two! Something in French please

Vanitas: Noè est rouge

Atsushi: What did he say?

Dazai: idk something about something?

Atsushi: okay then

Noè: *slow processor* I'M NOT RED?!

Vanitas: *dies of laughter*

Dazai+Atsushi: *confused*

Just random case study of vanitas scenes but the context is nowhere to be found

Enjoy

Some of these I plan on redrawing guess which ones :>

case study vanitas has taken over my mind and im loving every second of it XD

Today's dj Pics are from The Case Study of Vanitas!

Noe: I'm really glad I met you.

Vantitas: Haha! You're the strangest person I've ever met...

Djs Name: La reponse est dans la bouche fermee (Noe x Vanitas) / Progressive

I'm so excited to have these! There's not a lot of doujinshis out there of vanitas and noè, glad I found what I could.

SEASON 2 LET’S GOOOO

Also, I bet the animators darkened this shot of Noé with his hair styled in the opening because he’d be too powerful

❞ 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.

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. 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 ͟?

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