#poor Noé

[callilemon]

What do you think Louis would have looked like had The Incident never happened and he lived up to Domi's age in the present if canon? What would him and Noé's dynamic look like? And also imagine the massive love triangle of him, Noé, and Vanitas.... That'd be fascinating. 2 emo boys vying for his attention.

If Louis had lived, I imagine he wouldn’t of changed too much. Maybe have longer hair, and a different style? (I drew him pretty in canon tho hah)

If this was the case, my head canon is Noé and Vanitas meet in the same way, only he’s looking for a cure for Louis and Vanitas manages to give him his name back. So I think his relationship with Vanitas would be more or less the same. If anything he’d have more admiration for him for saving his friend. I do think he and Louis would be romantically involved but with Vanitas added to the mix? I can’t decide if Louis would absolutely love him, because they’re so similar or absolutely despise him for the same reasons 😂

I do see them tormenting Noé to no end hence the doodle 😂

(Just realized I don’t know the ship name for Louis x Noé. Lounoé?)

[bookdragonquotes]

[bluesheepbluefriend]

I think about this post a lot

And then I cry sksndjdjkckf

Besides the waltz scene, this is the biggest hint for me at least that Noé is falling for Vanitas.

Because let’s be absolutely clear, he did not have to be here. Noé had no purpose in this scene and mochijun doesn’t seem like a writer who positions their characters without reason.

To me, love isn’t something that occurs instantly. It takes time, trust, understanding, and vulnerability. That’s exactly Noé and Vanitas’ journey in their relationship. And they have already come to care about each other greatly but the subject of love comes into play.

I believe wholeheartedly that it will be revealed eventually that Noé has come to love Vanitas. Now whether it’ll be as romantic, platonic, or simply unlabelled pure “love” is up for debate. Regardless, Noé is aware that something is stirring within him but he doesn’t understand.

If it is romantic we might likely go the unrequited route. Seeing that Vanitas may love Noé but not romantically. No matter what however, any love Noé will have for him simply leads to an inevitable broken heart.

[mimimou]

This Barbie is mrrp meow sniff!

[menelaus-blue]

all i’m going to say is that as a black american person reading the new vnc chapter, i did chuckle a bit when vanitas was explaining oppression to noé…it was funny to me ok?

[lordmushroomkat]

Anyway I have purged my queue of Ace Attorney (I posted it all, enjoy the the massive wall of nonsense from me.) So now it's just miscellaneous and then The New Brainrot.

There's already an image of one of these clowns on here so enjoy that.

But anyway... It's Vanitas Time.

I am unhinged about all of the characters but I am becoming absolutely unwell about the titular Vanitas himself.

He's an asshole and I like him so much.

He's unhinged. He's so disingenuous and so repressed but he's so bad at keeping his feelings in. I swear sometimes he's just dissociating in the middle of a conversation.

He's a bastard and a bitch. He hates both vampires and humans for their cruelty but not nearly as much as he hates himself.

He has completely given up on life and is sustaining himself purely on spite and guilt. He makes people hate him on purpose.

He is kind but not nice. He is the embodiment of that cat knife meme, you know the one. He is babygirl and pathetic little meow meow. I want to send him to therapy.*

His vibes are constructed entirely out of red flags. He's a bisexual man that you want to keep 20 feet away from all women at all times because geeeeez my guy learn to behave yourself. He's a sarcastic prick. He's incomprehensibly traumatized.

I want to run him over with a freight train. I want to wrap him up in a homemade quilt and give him a cup of hot cocoa. I want someone to hold him tenderly. I want that twink obliterated (gayly).

He looks and acts like a feral alley cat. His outfit is simultaneously iconic and absurd. I think he stole someone's gender. He wears gloves with claws on them.

He is terrified of genuine connection yet he craves intimacy so badly. He is a massive pile of trust issues.

He is doomed by the narrative, he is running out of time, he is destroying himself through every step of his objective. He knows he will likely destroy himself before he can ever succeed. He is terrified of losing his humanity. He calls his objective vengeance but I'm pretty sure it's actually absolution.

There is something very very wrong with him.💖💜💙

*(I want to send all of these characters to therapy.)

[littencloud9]

DAMN OKAY POE WANNABE. WE GET IT

[itsrainingfeathers]

I want to know more about the Shapeless One so bad

[exile-on-uwustreet]

I love that noé gets lost all the time not because he has poor orientation skills but simply because he doesn't give a shit where he's going. king

[kamapon]

First (and poor) attempt at drawing Noé Archiviste.... (there'll be a second one, I hope)

[solmxri]

You know… Noe didn’t think that taking a part time as a TA in between jobs would be this difficult to just get In the school - but here she is. Standing a little ways away at the protesting teacher and wondering what she got herself into.

She was just about ready to take a U-turn and call it quits for today… or the rest of the week depending on how long this lasts - when a… strangely dressed man caught her attention. The first thought that popped into her head that threatened to slip passed her lips was - Who still dresses like that in this day and age? On a fairly warm morning at that? - however, the image of her commander popped into her mind and that thought was quickly wiped from her mind.

Maybe she was staring for too long? Or he just so happened to look over while her ruby eyes took in attire, whatever may be the case, the strange man suddenly called her over and Noe, suddenly thrust into the spotlight, felt like she didn’t have much of a choice after the way she criticize his style. Letting out a breath, she didn’t remember holding in - she walked over the gentleman and took the open spot next to time, nervously scratching at her cheek as she settled down.

“Y-Yeah… you can say that. Today was supposed to be my first day as a TA, but as you can see…- I don’t think I’ll be getting an opportunity any time soon to start.”

Ruminations of a more interesting day, Lawrence found himself perched outside on a bench adjacent to the university that he works at. It was a little side gig he partook in when he stays in his realm but due to the unfortunate events of the last month - the teachers union was on strike and he was left without a class to teach. That didn't stop him from actually showing up to the campus and staring up at the building, as well as watching the other faculty stood outside with several of his students who seem equally as confused. He shrugs his shoulders as he catches their glances, a shake of the head was given before he returns his thoughts elsewhere. Perhaps he should have stayed home? His attention falls over to an individual nearby, eyes perking up to look over at them. It was still early hours but predicament has them curious if they were a student or just a passerby of the rather busy city block. Lawrence simply offers a hand out to the empty seat on the bench next to him is, hoping that maybe they'd like to chat with a stranger such as him.

❝ Pretty rowdy morning, huh? I suppose you wouldn't mind keeping me company for a bit, I find myself without anything to do since I have no class to teach today it looks like... ❞

starter call / @solmxri ( noe )

[visjules]

Okay but like, Vanitas was SOOO jealous this episode holy shit. He first points out how “friendly” they are, and then he gets all over Noé like he’s marking his fucking territory

Also him giggling when she says she didn’t know how to read, looking at Noe like?? Are you trying to look “better”?? Poor Noé is so damn confused

[bitemevanitas]

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑

𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌: Vanitas being soft, Reader struggling with something (?), Roland and Olivier briefly mentioned, established relatiobship, possibly ooc as always <3

𝖳𝖶: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖵𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 0.9K

Vanitas had learned how to open your window without making a sound.

It had taken him weeks of trial and error—nearly dislocating his shoulder once and almost falling to his death twice—but by now, he had mastered the delicate art of breaking and entering with finesse.

Tonight, however, something was off.

Yes, the curtains were drawn.

That was strange. Usually, you left them slightly open, whether out of habit or carelessness, allowing him to make out whether you were asleep or still awake. But now, they were completely shut, thick fabric shielding the interior from prying eyes.

His lips pressed into a thin line. Had something happened?

Vanitas reached for the lock. It clicked softly under his touch, and he pushed the window open, slipping inside with the practiced ease of a man who had done this far too many times.

The air was thick—stale, unmoved for hours—and the chamber was dim, barely illuminated by the weak glow of a single candle.

Before he could call out for you, the sound of rustling sheets snapped his attention toward the bed.

All but a blur shot toward him.

Vanitas barely had time to react before you crashed into him—full force, arms around his neck, legs locking around his hips. The sheer impact nearly knocked him off balance, sending him staggering back a step, but he caught himself at the last second.

“Hey—?!” His voice came out sharper than intended, equal parts startled and confused. He instinctively grabbed hold of you, his hands slipping beneath the undersides of your thighs to keep you from slipping.

For a second, he didn’t know what to do.

You were holding onto him too tightly, as if afraid he’d vanish if you let go. Your breath was uneven against his neck, your frame trembling slightly. What the hell.

His hesitation melted into a sort of understanding.

“..Did something happen?” he murmured, unsure if he was allowed to touch you beyond what was necessary to hold you up.

You shook your head. Your grip around his shoulders remained firm, but you kept your face turned away. “I just missed you.”

Your voice was oddly croaky, soft around the edges.

Vanitas frowned slightly. He wasn’t blind. You had been crying earlier.

It wasn’t just your voice—it was in the redness of your face, the slight puffiness around your eyes, the way your body still held the remnants of whatever storm had passed through you.

You had been waiting for him?

Something in his chest twisted.

For once, he didn’t argue or tease. He simply adjusted his grip, clasping his hands together beneath your thighs, securing you more comfortably against him. He wouldn’t be able to hold you up for long before his arms started aching, but—just this time—he could bear it.

He let out a slow breath. “You must’ve been real bored without me.”

You huffed against his shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“It's too late for that.”

A small silence stretched between the two of you. Vanitas, unwilling to let it settle into something heavy, shifted his weight slightly, searching for a distraction.

“You missed quite the spectacle tonight,” he started. “Roland decided it was his life’s mission to interrogate me about you.”

You stirred slightly, but didn’t lift your head. “What did you tell him?”

“Oh, nothing too incriminating,” Vanitas said airily. “Just that you’re madly in love with me, of course.”

Your fingers twitched against the back of his coat. “I hate you.”

“Sure, sure.”

He continued talking—rambling, really—stringing together idle stories about the tavern, about Noé passing out at the table, about some poor lad getting chewed out for dropping an insanely expensive bottle of wine by Olivier, and so on.

You said nothing at first, only listening, fingers tightening and loosening against his collar.

Then, softly—

“You’re warm.”

Vanitas stilled.

“I like that.”

For a moment, he didn’t know why that made his chest feel so stupidly tight.

Then, without thinking, he leaned his head against yours, exhaling slowly.

You really had missed him tonight.

Despite having seen him every evening for the past two weeks. But tonight—tonight, you had missed him so terribly.

His voice.

His warmth.

His embrace.

Vanitas swallowed, closing his eyes for half a second before he adjusted his hold again, this time more carefully.

“..Oui,” he murmured. “I guess I am.”

A/N: yes, i am very aware, that many of my writings revolve around the same or similar concept.

i just wanted to let anyone who reads this know, that this is me projecting my real life problems onto my silly little scenarios ☺︎︎

also, i am a sucker for writing this manz being soft okay, and idgaf how ooc it may come off as, because i love hurt/comfort (or reverse hurt/comfort) ahahahaha

ANYWAY 🩵

don't mind that this oneshot has neither backstory, nor conclusion, nor whatever the fuck i might be missing..

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Noé's s/o surprising him by revealing that she was pregnant with twins?

He had been waiting patiently for the doctor to come back with [Y/N]. Noé had never been to a real doctor before, as his teacher would provide any first aid for cuts & bruises in his youth and before that his adoptive grandparents were too poor, so he wondered if it always took this long.

[Y/N] was patient though. Holding his hand as they waited; although Noé could tell they were a little nervous waiting for the results.

“Ah. There you are.” The doctor said as he came back into the room. Like they had gone somewhere instead of him.

“Doctor, how is the baby?”

“The baby is fine.” The couple breathed a sigh of relief. “The other one seems fine as well.”

Noé & [Y/N] looked confused, then shocked, and the doctor just grinned. “Congratulations. Looks like you’ll be having twins.”

“Twins?” [Y/N] repeated quietly as they held their stomach.

Noé, for his part, was elated. He dreamed of one day having a family of his own. A big family. Having twins just meant that they were further along on that path. More of them to love. More love to feel their life.

“This is great [Y/N]! Twins!” He told them in his usual enthusiasm. “Do you think it will be a boy and a girl?”

“I..guess we’ll have to wait and see.” [Y/N] replied hesitantly, but seeming to come over the shock to happiness. “Do you think we’ll be able to manage?”

“Of course.” Noé told them. Holding [Y/N] close as he pressed his forehead to their crown. “We can do anything together. I know it. And our children will be perfect either way.” His ability could only see the past, but Noé knew in his heart that their future was bright.

[callilemon]

And, I'm here to make it worse 💓

Happy angsty Christmas, friends!

[neversetyoufree]

Just recently found your blog and i love it!!! do have any theories for vanitas' original name? My guess is Abraham, for all it doesn't really fit him, after Abraham van hellsing, who is both a doctor and vampire expert, which I think matches mochijuns naming conventions. Doesn't hurt that it matches with Noe (noah) religiously.

Thank you!! Welcome to the party ;D

Traditionally, I've always said I don't have any strong theories on Vanitas's name—at least none that I actually expect to come true. I think(?) I've talked about this before, but that's not really the kind of theorizing I do? Since right now any name theory is wild guessing and speculation, not elaborating from the text.

That said, I do now have one pet theory that I'm partial to (one I didn't have the last time someone asked me this). I don't actually think this is going to be the case in canon, but for now, I really enjoy the concept of Vanitas's real name being Byron. This is mostly because I think it would be funny, but there are some actual connections too.

Long context short, Lord Byron wrote an unfinished draft of what would have been the first modern vampire story, and then his personal doctor (John William Polidori) took the same idea and fleshed it out into The Vampyre—the actual generally recognized first modern vampire story. But! Polidori's version of the vampire (the version that established a lot of our vampire tropes) was partly inspired by Byron himself. So Byron is sort of this almost-but-not-quite vampire author, writing but also inspiring the tropes of vampirism, which reflects interestingly on Vanitas's relationship to actual vampirism. He's not a vampire, but he's much closer to one than any other human, and in demeanor, he acts more stereotypically vampiric than Noé and many other vampire characters.

Also, Byron is the namesake of the Byronic hero, which Vanitas is a perfect example of. He's brooding, cynical, arrogant, and intelligent, but despite his gloom and self-destructiveness, he has a sort of lonely magnetism about him. Once again, the concept of the Byronic hero is inspired by/named after both Byron himself and the characters he wrote.

As I said, I don't think I'm going to be right about this, as there's a million other theories that could fit just as well, but in the meantime, the concept does tickle me. Polidori's Byron-based vampire even has an especially strong connection to the moon :D.

Anyway, I really like your theory as well. I've noted before that it's interesting that there's no Van Hellsing reference in VnC (or any direct Dracula references at all, save poor dead Mina). It's almost surprising given Dracula is the iconic vampire story. I never even considered that there could be a Dracula reference hidden right there in Vani and waiting to be discovered, but it does make sense. The doctor/vampire expert connection is really fun and fitting! Though I'm afraid I don't know enough about the biblical Abraham to say anything interesting about that aspect beyond what you pointed out there.