#carte interactive

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Fête Nationale du Sport : 14 Septembre 2025

Ce jeudi 5 juin, Marie Barsacq, ministre des Sports, de la Jeunesse et de la Vie associative, a réuni pour la deuxième fois le comité de pilotage national de la Fête du Sport, rassemblant les représentants du mouvement sportif et les collectivités territoriales. Annoncée par le Président de la République au lendemain des Jeux de Paris 2024, la fête nationale du sport aura lieu chaque année les 14…

[disteal]

It’s so funny to me that Tara can basically end up as your shitty mother in law

[lizasweetling]

this is gonna be good

(also making a note that the town repairs are really going to be pricey... unnumbered streets and buildings and also the torchmen! very unfortunate)

[carte-blanche-if]

demo (WIP) // no patreon. unless you really want to pay me // discord (?)

discover a royal conspiracy, help a prince secure his throne, make questionable contracts with pretty men, befriend or befoe a range of characters, wake up every day and fight for your life (metaphorically. or not?), in Kai's all new interactive fiction, carte blanche!

Welcome to the kingdom of Jeton, where even crown princes can hardly rely on status to protect themselves, supernatural beings are shunned, and the royal court cannot seem to keep a secret for the life of them.

When rumours of a prophecy detailing the kingdom's future downfall escape the castle walls, accusing fingers fly towards Prince Laurence Verity, first in line for the throne. As the people grow wary, tensions in the palace can only rise, with Laurence now thrown into a bout against his younger siblings for his rightful inheritance. For you, a shapeshifter enlisted as a knight in the palace, with a seemingly endless streak of bad luck? It's worse than trying to walk on hot coals.

Really, it's just your luck that the first person to discover your powers is the prince of Jeton himself. However, this is met not with contempt, as you would have initially thought, but with a vicious sort of excitement. Laurence has always been one to seize an opportunity, and to him, that's exactly what you are. Congrats, soldier, you're about to become his newest ace.

customise your main character! choose your gender, pronouns, looks, personality, and skills!!

romance any (or all. i don't judge) of three love interests

uncover various plots, make bad life decisions, and crash out over entirely unhealthy romances!!

Prince Laurence Verity

Your saviour, or your captor? He's enlisted you to aid him in his pursuit of the throne. With morals more off course than a plane flying over the Bermuda triangle, the kingdom's crown prince hides much worse than poison daggers behind his honeyed words. Charming, analytic, and with self preservation instincts stronger than a fucking cockroach, are you sure this is the man you're trusting to lead the kingdom? Really though, it's not like you have a choice, (and Laurence knows that.)

Valentine Fusco

Laurence's personal guard, his right hand man. More commonly referred to as his dog, not only by common folk, but by other palace staff and knights. However, the nickname's not unwarranted. Loyal to a fault, this man would rather throw himself onto a sword than watch someone he cares about be hurt. But once your contract with Laurence is confirmed, you can't help but wonder: just how deep does his devotion truly run?

Keid Ringer

The ever so snarky, entirely infuriating librarian. Too observant for his own good, you fear that every time he looks your way, he's the only person really seeing you. He might not have any surface level connections to the prophecy, but research and investigation is what he does best, and it's only a matter of time before your little operation is uncovered.

(poly routes may be available in the future. i don't know if my coding skills are strong enough for that yet- i have the dynamics all planned out though if anyone's interested so we'll see how we go!!)

NOTE:

THIS IS ENTIRELY A PROMO POST. THE DEMO IS NOT ACTUALLY OUT YET. PLEASE STAY SEATED.

the future demo will be hosted on twine!!

[nebula-chao-agere]

Regressuary 2025: Day 7

(Followed the prompt minus a few steps. First step he regresses around his caregiver? How about, first time he regresses EVER.

!!Pull-up/Diaper/Accident mention!!

Also, jumping right in to around the end of the anime. HUGE spoilers if you haven't watched it.

Also also, just really heavy themes in general, I decided to recycle part of an old fic I was working on that I scrapped because it turned kinda vent-y. I apologize if it's an uncomfortable read. Sometimes regressing really is just crying over something you can't ever replace or fix... Apologies it's not really my best work,, Only a week in and Regressuary is kicking my ass lmao)

Hiding Place

It was roughly 2 in the morning... Vanitas hadn't slept a wink. Of course, Noe slept soundly. Granted it took longer for him to fall asleep, but he always slept like a log. Vanitas however couldn't do anything but lay there, staring at the wall, refusing to move, shaking in his bed. The raven hared boy wouldn't even move, eyes wide as he stared, rethinking everything that had happened in just the last few days, weeks, months... How he'd tried to kill Noe. How he had come oh so close, and was for some reason, filled with guilt over the whole thing. How he'd pathetically collapsed against him like he was allowed such a safe haven. How he'd cried against the vampire's chest, looking so ridiculously vulnerable in a moment where others needed him... He'd just collapsed on him and cried like a babe. Why had he done that? Why on Earth did he do any of that?

He felt himself tearing up yet again! NONONO! He fisted at his eyes immediately as if doing so would cause him to stop crying. He didn't deserve such a release! Hurting Noe! His little brother! Everything that had happened... Old memories resurfaced, ones he didn't even remember before the last few weeks. Why did everything hurt? Why was his existence so painful? He was hardly even human anymore, and he knew he had hardly experienced being that way. This wasn't how life was supposed to be lived. Not for a human, not for a vampire, not for anything else in-between or completely off that spectrum. So why? Why did he feel like this? Why could no one understand his pain? But there was no way in hell he'd ever open up, even if another did understand. He hated the idea of such vulnerability... thus being why Noe was to never drink his blood. Never see his memories...

And yet despite all this, all these thoughts to push everything down, he choked his gut wrenching sobs down as he wept into the pillow silently, forcing all the sobs deep deep down. His throat ached as he held in his sobs, but he was not going to let himself continue to cry, so letting it get worse wasn't an option either. He'd cried enough for a lifetime, even if it was just a small one-time thing. He felt as though he truly was not allowed to. But suppressing it was much harder than he'd expected. He didn't know what to do with such overwheling feelings, how to make them stop. He desperately tried to force them down, a choked whine escaping him as he did, his hands immediately flying over his mouth. That one little whine had only made it so much more difficult, that small release make the rest try to flow out with it. He shook his head, hand over his mouth. Why couldn't he calm down? Why was everything suddenly so scary and uncontrollable?

All these questions never stopped, his thoughts never ceased, there was never a moment of calm for him. He wanted to hide, wanted to release, but every instinct told him to suck it up, just like he'd always had. Vulnerability leads to pain, and he'd never let anyone hurt him again!

Before he even realized what was happening, his body so tense from his struggling, his eyes widened in horror as he felt his pants growing unnaturally warm and wet. He immediately sat up, pushing the blankets away, trying to make a mad dash to the bathroom, some instinct taking over. His head hurt so bad, the poor thing fumbling with the doorknob seemingly a hundred times before he got it open. But before he'd even gotten out of bed, the damage was already done. He could run to the bathroom all he liked, but he'd already wet his bed, already failed to make it to the pot- TOILET!

Vanitas was so caught up in his accident, he hadn't even realized he'd started crying. Wholeheartedly crying out like a scared little boy... And right now, that's what he felt like. What was happening? How had it spiraled this out of control? Vanitas... gave up. He collapsed to the floor, feeling for too little for these big emotions and this whole situation. All the small things one day result in the straw that breaks the camel's back. So much strength and burden on one little soul, it was only a matter of time.

He wept on the bathroom floor, sitting in his wet pajamas, sobbing his poor heart out, unable to stop it, the cries pummeling out of him so fast and painfully it burned. But he couldn't stop. Trying to stop now would be like trying to stop a tsunami with a bucket. All reason was thrown away, replaced with primal, desperate need.

"Vanitas..?" A voice asked at the now cracked open door. Vanitas's heart dropped, looking up with nothing but pure fear in his eyes as he turned his attention to Noe, still desperately fisting at his eyes. Noe was still half asleep, not fully understanding what was happening yet, but he knew Vanitas was crying, and that's all he needed. He quickly dropped to his knees, instinctively reaching out to embrace the crying man, but was quickly shoved away, Vanitas backing up and away, looking around frantically. He'd started whispering to himself repeatedly, nearly impossible to understand through the tears but Noe was almost certain he'd heard a small 'gotta hide.' His heart broke for the male infront of him, even if he hadn't processed what was happening yet. He was trying to wake himself up, while also trying to figure out what needed to be done here first.

"Vanitas! I didn't mean to frighten you!" He stepped towards him again, causing Vanitas to frantically turn and scramble into the bathtub as if the shower curtain would protect him. He'd stopped mumbling, just curling up on himself, as he innocently hoped Noe would just go back to bed. But Noe was more than worried. Vanitas hadn't yelled at him, hadn't told him to get out... something was very wrong. He very so hesitantly reached out and tried to open the curtain, but Vanitas pulled it, making sure it stayed shut. He refused to be seen crying; refused for Noe to see him acting like a child. He's not supposed to do that, and he never was. It was just like he was a child again, hiding from the world when he wanted to express his emotions or even just feel like a child and play. Or when he'd have an accident and the doctor... Poor thing...

Noe, now a bit more aware, sighed softly, knowing there was no way Vanitas was about to let him in or come out, not with him standing there. Poor thing sounded so scared though. The vampire very hesitantly left the bathroom, going to check and see if he could figure out what had happened to trigger this, or at least find a way to get him to come out of the bathtub. It didn't take long before he walked back to their room, finding Vanitas's bed completely lacking any blankets, the bedspreads and all being thrown into the floor. An unmistakable scent of urine hit his nose, and when he turned the light on, he instantly saw the wet spot on the bed. Oh boy... No wonder the poor thing was in such a panic.

But Noe didn't seem to find it strange or even an inconvenience to clean up. Instead, he immediately got to work, grabbing a new set of pajamas for his friend, and rolling up the dirtied bedspread, tossing it into the hamper, acting like this was normal. Noe was the last person that would give Vanitas any sort of scolding or be upset with him for this. Now with a blanket from his own bed over one shoulder and the pajamas for Vanitas in his other hand, he hesitantly made his way back to the bathroom where Vanitas hadn't calmed even a little.

"Vanitas..." He started again, not getting any response. He wasn't surprised. Noe sat next to the tub, and would sit there all night if he must to make sure his partner was okay. "...Vanitas, if you come out, I have some clean pajamas for you." He offered hesitantly, expecting the smaller to yell at him. Instead, he was met with the gaze of a trembling little thing peaking out from behind the curtain. There's no way it could be that simple. Keeping a gentle expression, Noe tried to think of other things to get Vanitas out. "Your blankets are ready for the wash tomorrow, but you can sleep in my bed if you want." He offered, not thinking about how he would end up on the couch himself.

Why was Noe... being nice? Vanitas didn't understand. In his little mindset, he was under the impression that this was something worthy of punishment, and he needed to hide because of it. Surely it was a trick! That had to be it! Vanitas retreated back behind the curtain.

"Vanitas, why are you hiding?" Noe asked hesitantly, knowing he'd more than likely be met with silence. Vanitas seemed to get quieter when asked. Not quieter but... muffled as if he was trying to quiet himself, to no avail. "Vanitas... I-I'm not upset with you." He knew that would probably only serve to piss the smaller off, Vanitas hating the idea of being seen like he was fragile or vulnerable, or anything of that nature. But... he once again peaked out the curtain, looking hopefully up at Noe like a scared toddler, silently seeking out more reassurance. Noe, being a bit clueless hadn't really picked up on that though. But he did see that he'd gotten his attention again. "How do I help you feel better Vanitas?" He asked nervously. But Vanitas just continued to his meltdown. Noe 's brow furrowed. "Can I at least get you in some new clothes Vanitas? There's no way those wet things are comfortable." Being offered new pajamas seemed to be enough for Vanitas's current irrational mind. Noe hadn't actually expected that to work, but before he had time to be confused, his heart melted as he watched Vanitas stand on wobbly legs, now out of the bathtub, but growing frantic almost immediately. Noe took the man's hands in his own. "It's just me! It's just us!" He had no idea to comfort this man infront of him, but good lord he wanted to.

Vanitas, now in new pajamas hadn't even seemed fazed by that entire interaction, too tired to process he'd just had his clothes changed by another man. He was more scared than anything, worried he was or was going to be in trouble. Now that he was clean, he was about to make a break for the bathtub again before Noe caught the crying male's arm. Not tight enough to hurt him, but Vanitas froze almost instantly. "Please don't hide again!" Noe begged. "Let me help!"

But Vanitas wasn't having it, still crying quite a bit, trying to pull his arm away now, wanting to hide once more, now that he was all cleaned up. He was supposed to be hiding! Nobody was supposed to see him like this! This was absolutely ridiculous. Vanitas's mean thoughts were starting to resurface, but as he was about to pull away, the usually clueless Noe seemed to get to Vanitas...

"Vanitas, if you really must hide... Please let me be your hiding place." He released Vanitas's hand, but instead of stumbling forward, the teary-eyed male froze. He turned around slowly, as if hesitant. "Being on your own, hiding from everyone has to feel awful; has to be so sad and scary! You don't have to be alone! I would-" but before Noe could ramble more, Vanitas had collapsed onto the floor once again, but this time, he'd crawled into Noe's lap. He felt out of place, like he was doing something wrong, acting on instinct and what he'd seen parents do with their kids. He tried to replicate it - He wanted it so bad. He curled up in his lap, his crying seeming to start all over as his tears soaked the front of Noe's shirt.

Noe had no idea what was going on, why Vanitas was acting like this... But he didn't need to understand. Vanitas needed him. He was his hiding place now; his safe space. "I'm here Vanitas, I'm here..." He pulled the blanket that he'd brought in around the sobbing male in his arms, holding the back of his head like he were only a babe and letting him cry out everything he needed to. "It's just us... You're safe..."

When Vanitas had finally calmed/fell asleep after what felt like hours, Noe carried him to bed, the man surprisingly light. He needed to eat more...

Noe had decided they could share his bed, not wanting to leave Vanitas alone (and also not wanting to be banished to the couch.) He pulled the blanket around the both of them. He looked down at the smaller male clinging to him with one hand... his other hand's thumb resting in his mouth. Noe was going to need to do some research, figure out whatever this was. This Vanitas was just a scared little child, that he knew for sure. But for now... he enjoyed holding the smaller. Enjoyed knowing that he was helping, helping him heal in some compacity. The poor thing was so tired after crying so much. It broke Noe's heart thinking about how he was holding in so much hurt, suffering through it on his own. Seeing the peaceful expression on the sleeping boy's face though, was enough for Noe to know that he was finally getting through to Vanitas, finally beginning the healing process, even if it was in Vanitas's own unique way, he'd do whatever he needed him to.

This one night, would turn into Noe pouring every bit of his attention and love into a regressed Vanitas who had never felt such things before. It would turn into letting Vanitas experience childhood innocence for the first time. No scary doctors and experiments, only stuffed animals and bedtime stories. Diaper changes and getting Vanitas into his favorite sleeper onesies before bed would become part of their daily routine, Vanitas growing to adore the feeling so much, he couldn't sleep without his newfound comfort..

But for tonight... this first night...before he knew anything about what was going on inside Vanitas's head. Noe just held him. He didn't know alot about his friend, nor everything he had been through... and he tried to pretend he didn't know anything he'd learned from Mikhail, wanting Vanitas to tell him on his own. But he knew Vanitas needed this... and he was more than happy to be there with him.

"Goodnight mon ange..."

Vanitas instinctively held tighter and nuzzled closer.

[yutamayo]

wai-

[corrienteallita]

Please may I kindly ask that you use tags when posting about elections etc.?

I like coming on tumblr to escape the news etc. and while I am very very aware of the devastation that's happening in the world right now, I would just like a little safe spot to enjoy sims, cats and stardew valley.

I don't want to take away the importance of what's going on; but I would just like the option to filter out stuff that'll otherwise invade my silly space on tumblr. I engage in this stuff outside of tumblr, and come here to escape, and not worry about panic attacks and doom scrolling!

Thank you so much, I appreciate you all!

[fionnalovesanimeboys]

Domi coming to the rescue ! 🤧

[darcyolsson]

watched the 911 finale

[taintedbenevolence]

Yandere!Vanitas - General Headcanons + Scenario

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Yandere!Vanitas x Fem!Reader Theme: You've captured Vanitas's undivided attention, and at first, it's nothing more than a lighthearted, romanticized bond. Over time, though, you start to realize that his interest in you has far more serious connotations than you initially thought.

TW (Trigger Warnings): Unhealthy, obsessive/possessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, mentions of murder.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were traveling to Paris alongside Noé in the same airship. The two of you were well acquainted with the time given to chat aboard.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were also present when Amelia "confirmed" herself as a vampire. When she tried to latch onto you, Vanitas emerged from the window, pinning you to the ground instead of Amelia.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a few seconds of staring, he shook his head, turning around. He then let you go, chasing after the curse-bearer as you ran away.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After disembarking the airship, you'd long since forgotten the raven-haired doctor, and you had by now settled in the Hôtel Chouchou, staying in a comfortable, spacious room.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Every week, a newspaper would be left on the doormat of your door to pick up. And usually, it was simply about vampires rampaging through the city. It might've been offputting, but you shrugged it off, hoping the "Chasseurs" would deal with it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, this time around, it was about a blue glow seen in a building not far from the hotel you resided in. Reports said traces of vampires remained there and a certain grimoire had been spotted.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You turned around the page, and you saw a white piece of paper, that contained a signature. Dante, it read. Apparently, this "Dante" had left you this piece.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Upon exiting the hotel, a redhead called you, and he introduced himself as Dante, the one who left you the piece of paper that morning.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The two of you talked for a while, and he left eventually, leaving you with the message that you should be careful and that he suggested you go to the hotel early before sundown given the recent vampire surges.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You decided to accept his advice, and things went rather normal for about a week or two, the vampire attacks diminishing slightly over the course of said time.

𓆩⟡𓆪 One night, however, you had exited late from a meeting in a particular estate. Due to business affairs, you'd come to deal with a couple of matters elsewhere, and you had to stay far from the hotel you'd go to early before it was dark.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were walking through the streets when a velvet fog started to surround you, a deep, low growl filling the ambiance. Holding your bag close to your chest, you trudged forward carefully, letting out a scream when a dark, fanged creature lunged towards you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, this had marked the second time a vampire had attempted to bite you—a curse bearer no less. You were sure that you were not escaping this time, and you'd most likely die. You closed your eyes, heart racing, a part of you hoping you'd live.

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Your footsteps were light and quick, beads of sweat running down your face. It was unusually quiet, more so than it normally was, and it was growing to be unsettling by the minute with the fog that crept upon the floor tiles that you walked on.

Lamposts' lights flickered on occasion, adding to the eerieness of your current position. Nevertheless, your face remained calm and poised, your breaths quiet and paced. The only unnerving sounds in the ambiance were occasional, deep growls that came from an unknown source.

It sounded almost like said growls belonged to an animal, but, you highly doubted such growls would be heard in a city district of all places. Still, you could only walk forth, looking back a few times to make sure nothing was following you.

It was when you bumped into a ruffled, soft figure that you looked up, meeting the burning gaze of what you could only identify as a vampire. A curse-bearer. It horrified you. A nervous laugh left your lips, your eyes rather.. wide, as you stepped back slowly, a chill running down your spine.

You gulped, making a run for it, your arm being tightly grasped as you writhed, your effort being in vain as you felt the teeth of the vampire begin to graze your skin. You closed your eyes, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes.

But the pain doesn't come. Not the physical one, anyways.

You feel a sudden push, and an all-consuming blue light surrounds the area as the vampire hisses, most likely not content now that its prey has escaped. You manage to see a tall man dressed in black, and—

Wait.

Something is.. oddly familiar about this individual. Taking a closer look, you remember back when you were on the airship, and this same individual had broken in through the observation gallery.

"Remember me, darling?"

Not long after, the vampire seems to have been cured and it's passed out. The man turns over to you, a smirk on his face as he kneels down to your fallen figure. "I suppose it's time for proper introductions, no?"

You're bewildered by this man's actions. He has his gloved hand extended, and you reluctantly take it as you stare. "You.. you were the one who broke in through the gallery in the airship!" you exclaim, and the man covers your mouth with his gloved hand.

"It's a bit late, mademoiselle, I'd recommend you lower your voice," he says, his index finger over his lips as a signal to tell you to be quiet. "And please, don't mention that. Standing behind prison bars once is enough of an unpleasant experience."

You furrow your brows as you fix up your pea coat that's been adjusted, and you let out a sigh. "So, who exactly are you?" you ask with an accusatory tone. The man flashes a bright smile as he chuckles. "My name is Vanitas—I'm a doctor specializing in vampires."

A doctor specializing in vampires..?

"...Alright then," you respond, shaking the doctor's hand. "What about you? You seem like a modest woman," Vanitas asks, smiling gently at you. "Y/N. Y/N L/N," you answer. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"If I may ask, what's a fine lady like yourself doing out at these hours?" the doctor asks, walking with you aimlessly around the city. "To put it simply, I had business affairs, leading me a bit further than I usually go. I left late," you answered.

"I see," Vanitas hums. "Do you fancy a cup of coffee, then?" he says, smiling. You nod, smiling. "How about we keep talking for a while and I then walk you back to your hotel?" the doctor invites. "Sure," you accept, complying with the raven-haired male.

The two of you form mundane chatter along the way to a nearby café shop, where you're able to (luckily) find yourselves a seat together. "Late-night couple walks?" the waiter asks, and you shake your head rapidly, a red hue tainting your face. "No, we've only just met."

Vanitas laughs, as he pokes your shoulder. "That's what they all say, don't they?" he muses, delighted as you face-palm in embarrassment. "What can I get for you two, then?" the waiter interrupts, smiling.

"Just a cup of coffee," you say, a smile curving your lips. "Make that two," Vanitas adds, the waiter nodding as he walks away with the small notepad in hand. You sigh, stretching as you feel the evening breeze pass by.

"Are you liking Paris, Y/N?" the doctor asks, as you snap your head in his direction, facing him. "It's lovely, I'd say," you answer. "I've never been here, but, smooth sailing so far." The doctor nods, and he turns in the direction of the streets, his eyes focused on the sky.

Soon enough, the waiter returns with both of your cups of coffee, and you murmur thanks, the waiter leaving the two of you in peace. "You like the stars?" you ask, taking a sip from your coffee. Vanitas shakes his head, smiling.

"It's not the stars I'm looking at," he muses, sighing lightly. "The moon.. that's what stands out to me." You stare as if lost in a daze. "The moon...?" you murmur. "That brings to question, Y/N," Vanitas begins.

"Have you ever heard the tale of the Vampire of the Blue Moon?"

You slowly tilt your head. "Doesn't.. ring a bell," you answer. "I'll do you a favor and retell you the story then," the doctor says. "Retell?" you interrupt. "That vampire—Noé Archiviste—was on the same airship you boarded, was he not?" Vanitas says.

He was a vampire?...

"He was searching for my grimoire, and he even took the time to tell the story about my past's origins in a dramatic way," he states. "I'd applaud him for the effort—it made my entrance far more enigmatically ornamented."

"How come I've never heard about it, though?" you asked. "Don't ask me, you had your head in the clouds. Maybe you saw something you liked," Vanitas stated, smirking. "Like me."

"I don't love you, we've only just met a few moments prior," you said, shifting uncomfortably. "I barely even know you." Vanitas then chuckled, taking a sip from his coffee, facing you. His blue eyes shone bright, and his expression took a malevolent contortion. He laughed, a dark smirk adorning his expression.

"You may not know me, but darling, I know you far too well."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 A part of you hopes he's joking when he says that, but you know it's not likely. You try to brush it off as him being a flirt or such as you continue talking throughout the night until you both finish your coffee.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As agreed upon, Vanitas guides you to your hotel, happy to tell you that he also has a room within the Hôtel Chouchou. You then bid him good night, and head to sleep after a long shower.

𓆩⟡𓆪 But he doesn't go to sleep. He's.. entranced. This isn't like Jeanne, he thinks. He believes fully this time without any sort of lie or deception that you are the one for him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 And so he opens his window, climbing out, and silently treading upon the roof until he finds your room from the outside. His blue eyes scan your sleeping form entirely as he descends slowly and carefully.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He opens your window, making no noise, seeing your chest rise up and down rhythmically as you breathe silently, your eyes shut tight. He looks at you and god does he think he's finally seen an angel.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, he knows that something about the way he feels.. isn't exactly right. It doesn't seem healthy but to him? He really couldn't care less right now. He's got a newly found plaything to toy with, he's not letting you go.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, Vanitas isn't one to fall in love with just about anyone—and this would also apply to your case, because he knows that truthfully, he's not in love, he's obsessed and he loves it despite being painfully aware of how unhealthy this could be for both you and him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Yet he's willing to throw everything away for a mere desire that festered in his heart. He feels like a heart-struck lunatic, but he revels in that fact. At least, the dark crevices of his mind and heart does.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The next day, you find him delivering you some breakfast though he's merely been watching you sleep since last night. You find it a bit strange, but he says he's just doing both you and the others a favor.

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"Vanitas...?" you murmur, yawning. "What are you doing in my room?" The vampire doctor smiles at you as he hands you a plate with food. "I'm doing you a favor." You blink twice, before slowly turning down to look at the food on your plate.

Vanitas hands you silverware, smiling at you. "Eat up," he says, nudging your shoulder. You look at the omelet served on your plate, and you hear a small rumble from your stomach. "That's your cue," Vanitas chuckles, as he reaches for his coat he'd left overnight to not be overly clothed whilst he observed you.

It was a better (and fresher) option to take off his coat throughout his.. "visit." He fiddled with his gloved fingers, happy to see you'd chowed down what he'd prepared. "I take it you liked it, huh?" the doctor said, walking over to you. "It tastes great," you said. "Thank you for doing this."

Vanitas only chuckled, taking your plate. "Don't mention it," he said, leaving it in a nearby sink. "Do you want to go outside for a walk?" You tilt your head, a smile forming on your lips. "Are you asking me out?" you laugh. "Do you accept my invitation is the question," Vanitas responds. "But it can be a date if that's what you want."

You shake your head, laughing. "I was merely joking," you reply. "But that's alright with me, I'll be out in a minute." The doctor nods slowly, before leaving you to your own devices. You then change, going outside and meeting up with Vanitas.

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𓆩⟡𓆪 And it turns out to be like this every day; you wake up, Vanitas treats you to breakfast, casually asks you out, and the two of you spend time together.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a week of doing this, it's practically become routine, yet you know you have to say goodbye to this. You took a trip to Paris. You aren't staying, you have to return to where you came from.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You made good friends with Vanitas, but you think it's about time you bid him goodbye. You see Noé's been wandering around with Vanitas, so you also take the opportunity to talk to him shortly before leaving.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You then finally present the matter to the vampire doctor.

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"Vanitas," you start, gaining the attention from the raven-haired doctor. "Yes?" he replies, tilting his head whilst the two of you walk through a district. "There's something I want to tell you," you say with your usual tone.

A strange filling instills inside of Vanitas, as if something's not exactly right about this notice. "Well then," he begins absentmindedly. "Out with it." You purse your lips, before relaxing, letting out a sigh.

"I'm leaving Paris, and well, France as a whole," you stated, Vanitas's breath hitching. "May I know why so suddenly?" he asks, attempting to put over a lax, calm facade. "I didn't wish to dampen our previous outings, so, I thought I'd mention it before I leave," you answer, scratching the back of your neck.

Vanitas sighed. "Well then," he begins. "You should make the most of your day. When do you depart?" You chuckle lightly before answering his question. "I leave at the strike of midnight." The doctor nods before stretching out his arms, yawning slightly.

"Then may I have one last date with you?" he asks, his eyes half-lidded but still somewhat content. You laugh bitterly, a wry smile etched on your face. "If that's what you want," you say. "I'll happily comply."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Vanitas is not happy you're leaving. You can't do this. Not to him. Not when you've progressed this far. He refuses to accept such a reality.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After all, he's been following, observing, and protecting you every day after the airship, making sure not a single person or vampire lays a hand on your perfect, frail body. It can't all be for naught.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to figure out a way to make you stay, either by persuasion, dissuasion, or coercion. He will find a way, but, he doesn't have a lot of time, and he also has to entertain you simultaneously to keep your head busy.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to think, and fast. Time is ticking, and it will run out soon. However, he also realizes: isn't it just easier to invite you over and lock you in his dormitory? Though he recognizes you're at least smart enough to not fall into that one.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He's been busy thinking whilst you walk through Paris with him, seeing the remaining sights on this last day. He really hopes you don't ask him what's on his mind; he wouldn't want to lie to his beloved, even if it's not beneath him to.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Thankfully, though, the day manages to pass by without any questions, and the two of you return to the Hôtel Chouchou. You decide to start packing your bags, and Vanitas nods, leaving you to your own devices.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Not long after you've finished packing your bags, lights begin to flicker. Seconds later, a power outage occurs, and you try to find your way out, a strange feeling creeping up in you as you hear unmatched footsteps.

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Thud

The noise of someone falling down onto your floor suddenly causes you to turn around, dread filling you as you try to look around, seeing nothing but darkness. Specks of blue are scattered around, and you're lost, looking around.

" Y/N ... ? "

And it's the sound of your name being called in such a familiar tone that has you slightly unnerved yet calm. It sounds so similar to one you've heard before, but it's a voice of one you can't quite place.

Yet it's not enough time for you to think before wires and ropes bind you, a scream emitting from you as a soft cloth is pressed onto your mouth. You feel yourself start to slip as you cough, your consciousness slowly draining.

You stumble, your assailant holding you, preventing you from falling as the lights flicker back on. You can now see the black glove that you know so well holding you together, but before you get to say anything, the doctor silences you.

"It's alright," he murmurs into your ear, the sound of your heartbeat pulsing fast echoing through your head. "You're safe now." And you pray to god that you are because you want to run free.

You can only muster out the doctor's name, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you choke on your sobs. He hears you beg, plead, even if muffled, but you stop midway, as you hear yourself drop.

"I'm sorry, my love," the doctor whispers, as he wipes away the tears that roll down your puffed cheeks. He buries his face in your neck, his eyes glowing a bright blue that make the only light in your dim room.

"But this.. is for the best," he finishes, carrying your unconscious, but alive body out the window, the glow of the blue, full moon shining down on the two of you. He smiles at you, seeing your calm, peaceful expression. He sighs bitterly, but his smile betrays his anguish.

"If only you could see the beautiful moon that stands upon this glamorous night..."

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[choconekodiary]

Made my first mood board of one of my favorite ships

[neversetyoufree]

GOD I love Riche

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

if i had a dollar for every time the director threw a hissy fit because someone grabbed the wrong prop during a performance this run, i’d have one dollar, which is one dollar too many

update: i swallowed my anxiety and sent the director a message basically going “you’re blowing this out of proportion and this is really nobody’s fault and we shouldn’t get mad about it” except y’know, in a more professional manner

[littencloud9]

genuine question are roland and olivier married

[purple8cat]

I THOUGHT THIS PART FROM VNC CHAPTER 62 LOOKED FAMILIAR

i mean they're not. the exact same but they are very similar to each other!!

Also this could just be me but I feel like that these two have a lot of parallels. Break's family are the Rainsworths, who are not his biological family. Johann's family is Dante and Riche, who also not his biological family.

When someone they care about dies/gets threaten their first instinct is murder. When the Sinclairs died Break killed 116 people to bring them back, and when he thought Reim had been permanently dead he killed Fang. When Vanitas had threaten to kill Dante, Johann told him that he'll kill him if he meddles with his family.

Another thing they have in common is that there both, how do I put this, angry in some way/some point in their life? Break had been bitter and depress after returning from the Abyss but then learned to smile again because of Shelly. Johann... Okay, I can't say much about Johann because not much has been revealed about him yet BUT he definitely is sketchy!! With how the Dhampirs are treated it wouldn't be far off to say he would be angry at the world/society. He also has been shown to not like Noé much. Johann has also been shown to be very protective of Dante and Riche, so it's possible that he could've been similar to how Break had acted in the past, and now has something to live for and would do ANYTHING to protect it.

Another thing I'm just now realizing and probably should've brought up first but they have similar vibes/atmospheres. Though Johann is more flirtatious and Break is more... Weird. I guess. Eccentric, if you want a fancy word. They're also have this whole... How do I explain it? They're good at observing/analyzing things is I guess the best way to explain it?

I think I'm gonna stop there, there was something else I kind of wanted to talk about but I think it was a little bit of a stench fkdjgfjdf. I could be wrong about some of these, I didn't mean to write this much so basically all of it I wrote on a whim. Whatever my brain thought of I wrote down which resulted in this (which reading over it might be noticeable considering this post is kinda a mess kgjkfjgjfj). There's also the fact that some of the Johann stuff was just speculation, which could 100% be wrong. But I do think some of it I'm right about!!

[nebula-chao-agere]

Number 18 (The vampire teeth) for the ask game please!

Vampire teeth

Regressor! Vanitas

(!¡!Diaper mention!¡!)

(ONCE AGAIN… Gonna try to avoid head-canons from my first/other post about my goober. Also, apologies for random bursts of motivation. I wish I was still on my meds 😭)

If I haven’t stated this before, I will be saying it again. This is literally the ittiest bittiest little baby that’s ever been. He’s two years old when regressed AT MOST. Seriously, he is the littlest littlest baby…

Noe is happy to take care of him, or even regress with him. But when Noe wants a caregiver to join, Vanitas will become incredibly distant to the situation, insisting on staying in another room or on the opposite end of the room the caregiver is in at least. He’s extremely hesitant to trust any caregiver, Noe is lucky he’s trusted at all.

Every once in a blue moon (haha) he and Mikhail play together methinks… They play blocks or play with their stuffed animals together. Little Mikhail is very VERY clingy with Vanitas. Vanitas never fully regresses around Mikhail, but will sit with him, knowing he needs this the same way he does.

Noe accidentally let it slip to Roland that Vanitas regresses, and he gets “little” gifts for Vanitas all the time, not PUSHY about it, but it’s not subtle how much he wants to take care of regressed Vanitas. Roland is a very enthusiastic caregiver. (Vanitas considers DECKING Noe almost every time.)

Noe has a star projector set up for Vanitas, and he cannot sleep without it, even when not regressed. But on particularly rough days, Noe will set up a little blanket forth with it inside with a music box… He’ll wind it up as many times as it takes for his little love to calm…

Vanitas very very VERY hesitantly wears diapers, only to bed or when he’s regressed so far he couldn’t tell you his own name… which is what typical regression for Vanitas looks like. He’ll put it off as long as he can unless pushed to by a caregiver, so when he finally “drops” he drops far and fast. Nothing but echolalia, babbles, and grabby hands.

I think Johann is one of the only other people Vanitas will allow in while he’s regressed. Johann is very good with little ones, tending to Dante and Riche almost constantly. But even then, Vanitas cannot be around Riche when regressed. Dante is on THIN ICE and his existence is the only way Vanitas let Johann in. Vanitas couldn’t bring himself to regress around Dante or Johann at first… but Noe definitely helped. And once he slipped, he doesn’t even realize.

However, Vanitas would rather die than willingly go to Johann for help. Ex: “…Vanitas, dear, you’ve been watching me make Dante’s bottle like a hawk. You want one too love?” Despite Vanitas immediate whining an “NO”s, he starts one for him too. He lets Vanitas hold it himself while he feeds Dante... Vanitas silently wants it to be held for him, but even in such a small headspace he can’t find the bravery to ask anyone.

Little Vanitas will crawl around after Murr like a baby duckling. Murr will jump up on a cat tower and glare down at the overexcited little one, and Vanitas will “tell on” Murr to Noe. Flapping hands and little whines. When Noe brings Murr downs sitting with the cat in his lap, he’ll urge Vanitas to be gentle over and over, even holding his hand to help him pet the purring, spoiled kitty.

He adores story time with Noe. He gets a story every night, whether it’s one Noe recites or a cute pop-up book they got from the store together or a silly puppet show Noe performs for him, Vanitas lives for them. Big puppy eye, sitting criss cross with his hands in his lap, paci usually forgotten.