#dominoe

[saraminwglasses]

Ehe-

[mymoonlighthouse]

vanitas no carte - chapter 60.

[huaenrose]

[visjules]

Drunk Noé doodles from 2022

[little-ghost-little-ghost]

[wisterioussun]

After catching up w the anime I've come to the conclusion that vnc is THE bisexuality anime, unfortunately I am in fact anime only here

Edit: no longer anime only

[cheriexlady]

Why hate on characters or have ship battles when we can just ship all four of them? Behold my case study of vanitas ship chart that will satisfy all viewers:

Noe and vanitas are in love, vanitas and Jeanne as in love, Jeanne and Dominique are in love, and Dominique and Noe are in love.

Dominique and vanitas are like don't really care about each other at all and kinda have a mutual dislike.

And Noe and Jeanne are kinda buddies (not that close tho just like maybe respect) with a bit of jealousy on noes behalf cause remember Noe was like "I'm vexxed cause jeanne got to drink vanities's blood first"

An easy way to remember this is just, the black haired people are in love with the white haired people and the white haired people are in love with the black haired people

And now all parties are satisfied and there is no need to hate on characters or ships in the name of shipping!

[prunus09]

The way he looks at her says it all! I love how he caress her hair ❤️

[liesweliveby]

DHAM ARC DHAM ARC WE'RE FINALLY GETTING A DHAM ARC

anyway, noé is Fine, guys. he really is. definitely nothing repressed there.

[grelleswife]

Bearing the weight of Noé’s love.

Mémoire 55.5 vs Mémoire 60

[alma-torran]

Forever thinking about a vnc au where Vanitas is looking for an affordable flat in Paris and ends up sharing with noe, domi & jeanne and they all fall in love despite their horrifying backgrounds and i-

[hojichasunrise]

The correct way to treat a man.

[mymoonlighthouse]

No new vnc chapter this month...i miss my babies :(

[huaenrose]

It's precious to me how Dominique's hair looks long on one side and short on the other in this part, because it references that half of her is Dominique de Sade and the other half would like to be Louis de Sade but each part of her would unite to fight if it was about protecting Noé.

[viasatellite]

title: asymptote summary: “Hmm…maybe all you need is a cuddle.” Of cuddles and closeness that never quite reaches.// DomiNoé. Oneshot. notes: Summary line is from a poem I can never quite finish writing so it inspired this whole thing instead.  Why not start the year right with some Dominoe angst?____________________

asymptote

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it, really. She gets to stay by his side, and he keeps her close, closer with each passing day. Noé doesn’t lie, and when he says she's important to him, she gleefully believes him. He will always be there for her, and she convinces herself that’s enough.

But moments like this, she falters. The sight of his peaceful sleeping face, his limbs sprawled about as he continues on with his dreams lying against the hard floor, his hair, an adorable mess, and his sleepy little sighs. She wants to know what he dreams about, what he wakes up for. She wants it all, to be selfish, and tell him to open his eyes.

She crouches down, passing the back of her fingers down his cheek. She’s admired him for so long, but the rush of emotions every time she sees him, touches him, remains unabated. She can barely hide it.

“Noé.”

His eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep. He looks up at her, blinking.

“Domi…?”

She brushes away some wayward hair off his face and pinches his cheek.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He shoots up then, turning to her in surprise. She loves it when she can bring out such a reaction from him, eyes wide, mouth gawking open, as if he was only seeing her for the first time.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, Jeanne’s out with your human friend, and I thought you’d be lonely,” she teases, smiling knowingly.

He takes the bait.

“Why are they out together?”

It stings the way he sounds alarmed, his eyebrows knitted together as if the whole affair bothers him. She reads him too well. Sometimes it’s to her own detriment.

Getting up, she leans her cheek against a finger. “Hmm…I heard it was a date.”

“A…date?!?”

She almost laughs at the sight of his face, curious, shocked, anguished.

But her smile recedes as soon as she sees his expression harden, blanking.

“Ah…I see,” he mutters, sitting on the bed.

She swallows, not realizing it’ll affect him this much. She’s already had an inkling that he might have his eyes on Jeanne, that over the years of his naivety and curiosity over the littlest things, he might have finally found someone worth more than a mere moment of fleeting interest.

She has dreaded this day. His heart has been captured, and it’s not in the cup of her hands.

She chuckles still, tapping him on the arm as she takes the space beside him on the bed.

“Don’t despair, mon chéri, I’m here to keep you company.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not sad.”

“Oh, really?” she mocks half-heartedly.

“It’s just…”

He sighs before facing her, now smiling.

“I’m happy you’re here, Domi. I missed you.”

It’s a little past sundown, the vestiges of sunlight barely enough to light the whole space. She wonders if in this dappled corner of the room, he can still see her face, flushed with cautious delight at his words. She knows what he means, and yet her heart foolishly prances around.

“Your face is red. Are you okay?”

He leans in as she pushes herself back, extending her arms against his chest.

“Of course, I am!”

Regaining her composure, she sits up, edging a bit farther from him.

“Anyway, you woke up so late!”

“I was dreaming there was a tower of tarte tatin in front of me and I was eating all of it,” he drools.

“And how do you manage to still fall off the bed after all these years?” she continues, chuckling.

For a moment, her mind flashes back to those happy but distant nights from the past, when things were still simple and innocent, when all she cared about was spending time with him and Louis, and the three of them would sleep together in a warm, cozy bed while the rain pelted down outside. Perhaps it was a warning, of the impending tragedy, of the looming pain, but she was just a child. She couldn’t have known.

He falls silent for a while, and the solemn look on his face tells her he’s reminiscing the past just like her, the history that still haunts them both, and a death that tied them together. She breathes slowly, letting the moment pass.

Finally, a hearty smile dawns on his face. “Because I was dreaming!”

She breaks out laughing then, reaching and sweeping some of his hair to the side.

“Hmm…maybe all you need is a cuddle.”

“Cu…ddle?” he replies, tilting his head.

She grins sheepishly, loving his yet another baffled response. Oh, she can teach him so many things in this world…they can learn all about the intricacies of life together, go through countless miseries if need be, if only he’ll give her the chance.

She takes off her shoes and tackles him to the bed.

“Yes, like this, a cuddle.”

She lays her head atop his chest, her hand slung around his waist. She clings to him, wishing she had a reason to stay like this for a while.

Except she doesn’t, so she lifts her body off him and looks at him, his face seemingly still frozen in confusion.

“I said you need to be cuddled in your sleep so you don’t keep falling off the bed, dummy.”

He gets up then and with a quick wrestle of his arm, she finds herself rolled over, Noé on top of her, hands on either side of her face, looking as surprised as her. His expression then softens, and he lies beside her, pulling her to him as he wraps an arm around her waist.

She has her ear pressed against his chest, and she’s not sure if it’s his heart or hers that she hears thumping.

“What…what are you doing?” she asks nervously.

“A cuddle.”

She feels his hold tighten, and then, a gentle squeeze.

“This is so nice, Domi. You’re so soft like a pillow.”

She hates that to him, it all just seems to be a harmless experiment, a curious exploration of something he hadn’t known before, when here she is, ready to melt in his embrace and never let go.

Hesitantly, she moves her arm, slides it up his back, and presses him closer to her, her fingers clutching his shirt as she adjusts her body and tucks her face under his chin.

“You idiot.”

He grins, and she wonders if being this close is a curse. She’s too close to him; he just can’t see her.

…

Fin.

[slightlyplant]

ITS HERE!!!!!!! THE DOMINIQUE ANIMATIC IS HERE!!!!!!! ughhhhhhhh i love her

also to all domi fans: i’m currently working on a video essay analyzing her character and comparing it to the aristotelian tragedy formula so if you wanna see that then stay tuned!!!