#that's noé's job

[callilemon]

Did I run with the fact Vanitas and I are both born in February?

Yes.

Am I delusional?

Also yes. 💙💚

[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.)

[grassbreads]

I'm two volumes (three chapters) into Pet Shop of Horrors: Passage-hen, and honestly, I'm not incredibly into it so far. I was hoping that focusing on one of the earlier Counts D would mean a return to horror, but it really hasn't been so far. D does kill some people in the second volume, but there's no particular attempt to make his doing so frightening/unsettling/atmospheric imo. He only kills a handful of rich people that we're specifically made not to sympathize with, whereas the killers are made extremely sympathetic (and honestly pretty nice). And besides those killings, D has been shockingly chill toward the people he meets so far. Bit of a letdown coming from spooky grandpa, tbh.

However, there is one thing about Passage-hen that's sucking me in so far, and that's the setting. It's set in Paris at the turn of the 19th/20th century. It's set, as of the second chapter, right when the 1889 Paris world's fair is about to start. That is exactly the same time and place that VnC is set.

Needless to say, I'm already thinking about the potential for a VnC/PSoH crossover fic. The alignment is just too goddamn good to pass up. The worldbuilding for each series absolutely does not play nice in combination, but does that matter for a spooky oneshot?

If Passage-hen won't give me the atmospheric horror I want from this series, then I can put the goddamn horror back in myself by force and inflict it on one of my funny little french vampires. Noé does love wandering the shops of Paris and buying miscellaneous crap, after all >:].

[yajuachi]

I could be writing a way too good to be true resume to land me a new job right now but the stress of having to lie about your credentials is too much so i’m gonna spend my night rereading vnc as i have been.

[neversetyoufree]

Oh man it just hit me. Mikhail chose the amusement park as the setting for Noé and Vanitas's duel to make it easier for Vanitas to kill Noé.

I'm sure Misha really would like to find out why Vanitas killed Luna, but Noé realizes after the fight that the whole thing was largely just a ploy to make Vanitas kill him, and I'm inclined to think he's right. Noé is an obstacle in the way of Misha's fantasy of reuniting his found family, which means Misha needs him dead ASAP.

I also think Misha may be drawn to the idea of Vanitas killing Noé rather than doing it himself or outsourcing the job because it serves as some sort of twisted vengeance for Vanitas killing Luna (and possibly harming Misha himself). Vanitas killed Luna, who he was supposed to love, so surely he can just kill his new annoying replacement loved one as well, right? Surely Misha can make him dispose of Noé the way he once disposed of Mikhail's father, no?

The whole vanoé fight is orchestrated by Misha to ensure that Noé ends up dead by Vanitas's hand, and the amusement park is the perfect setting to serve that goal, because it's absolutely fucking filled with astermite.

Almost immediately after the fight starts, Vanitas gets far the hell away from Noé and goes after him with automaton after automaton. The whole amusement park is filled with massive astermite-powered robots that Vanitas can use to attack Noé without getting anywhere near him, and he takes advantage of that fact with speed and skill. And Misha knew he would do that! Mikhail has his own Book of Vanitas, and he knows exactly what Vanitas's powers are. He chooses the amusement park as a location for the fight in order to give his brother that advantage.

The more astermite a location has, the more effective Vanitas can be, and I'm willing to bet that almost nowhere in Paris could have offered him more astermite than the amusement park that Misha decided Noé Archiviste would die in.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Noé with a s/o who loves to give him free desserts and snacks from her cafe?

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. That is incredibly true for Noé, especially with sweets.

He is always excited to try whatever new thing they brought for him.

Getting to try the ‘finest France favors’ basically on display for him.

At first he was a little nervous. First, thinking how much money they were probably spending on him, and then he felt bad. Then when he found out that they were from their café he was worried she would get in trouble or lose their job.

When Noé finds out that they actually own the café they work at, he is incredibly impress with their enterprise and takes them with gusto.

More excited to eat them now that he knows that they made them.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Noé x reader

Reader works in a bridal shop. Her job helping brides pick dresses and accessories. As well as having (albeit older) coworkers who are all married. She is secretly very jealous and while she doesnt say anything, it's kinda obvious after a while that she really want to get married too. (Not just out of peer pressure but actual longing to have that emotional connection)

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I am sorry for taking so long to write, thank you for your patience!

I tried a GN approach? I hope this worked out!

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• You worked on the fanciest store ever.

• One where many dreams started.

• A wedding shop

• Most employees were married or made peace with their lives as is or have a partner. 

• Except for you.

• At first it didn't bother you at all! You started young on this area

• You started as a helper - you picked up pins on the floor, handled them, cleaned the floor, fluffed the dress on display, took the dust out of the tuxes and such.

• Slowly you got knowledge on how to sell the clothes. You became a sales person.

• You also got a few sewing skills here and there - sometimes an urgent adjustment was needed!

• As time went by you saw all types of couples

• Happy ones, unhappy ones, bossy, dramatic, so many.

• Thanks to the skills developed over time, you managed to become a great salesperson, people loved you! You were honest, but kind, you were empathetic, but had your feet on the ground.

• Eventually you started to feel…. Like you were missing something.

• All those happy couples and parents, made you want to plan for your own party too.

• Secretly you would come up with decoration ideas, cakes, flowers and even the clothes itself.

• But you never tried the store's wardrobe though! 

• This feeling only got heavier as you saw your coworkers and friends getting partners, getting married and being… just happy with someone.

• You were not jealous, no. You just started wanting that lovely partnership, that sweet friendship, with someone.

• That someone being your current boyfriend, Noé.

• He was lovely, sweet and very caring! A bit airhead and naive.

• He would come by the store to see you. He would say how beautiful you would look dressed for a wedding.

• You always rolled your eyes and said the pretty one was him.

• He would giggle and always say you never knew how gorgeous you truly were.

• His compliments, visits, gifts and dates only made you want a fluffy married life so hard.

• But Noé is so oblivious that he wouldn't notice it on his own.

• You started dropping hints of how nice it would be to welcome home and be welcomed by someone you loved.

• How sweet it was to refer to one as " my spouse" 

• He always agreed, but never quite grasped what you meant.

• You had no courage to say your feelings out loud.

• That was when Vanitas was very convenient.

• In one of Noé's visits, the man heard you dropping hints at your silly boyfriend. He also heard it flying very very high by the vampire's head.

• But he did not have the time to explain what you meant there and then.

• How did you know? Well, Vanitas came in stormy and yelling and dragging your boyfriend away.

• But a few days later on the day you were supposed to close the shop, Noé appeared.

• It was already dark out, you were about to leave and lock the door, when you heard your name being shouted.

• You look back to see Noé panting, a bit bloody and blushing like mad.

• You were worried sick about him! So you rushed to help him.

• He did not let you talk, instead he just said " do you mean it?"

• You were so confused. Mean what?

• He explained that Vanitas told him what you were implying - you wanted to marry him. So he asked again, did you mean it?

• You blushed furiously and tried to convince him to talk about it some other time and tend to his injuries, but Noé refused.

• He said he had to know.

• You sighed and said yes. You did mean it, but there was no need to decide now.

• Well, the vampire did not think that way. Not at all.

• He took a deep breath and said he could not exactly give you the life you wanted.

• A sweet couple life, being home every night, walking around hand in hand, shopping and so on.

• But he could be by your side forever, he could love you for as long as death did you apart.

• You were had tears on your eyes.

• You smiled brightly despite the tears running down your face.

• The poor man was confused. Were you happy? Or not? It's not what you wanted. But he does love you.

• You took his offer.

• He looked awfully relieved, so relieved he fell on his knees.

• You helped him up again, you were both giggling.

• He looked at you and asked if you two could find something fancy for your wedding in the store.

• You smiled at him and assured Noé that you already had the perfect tux for him there.

• One you knew he would love and look even more handsome than he already is.

• He was excited to see it. He wanted to try it out asap.

• But you had to calm him down  - clothes were one of the many worries of a wedding and with your job, it would be easier.

• He blinked for a moment and suddenly looked startled.

• " Y/N! A ring! You need a ring! I proposed without one!"

• You giggled at how cute he could be.

• You tried your best to reassure him that he could find a ring later.

• Noé was beating himself up about it, because what kind of husband doesn't give a ring to their spouse?

• Needless to say after this day, you two spent most days planning out the wedding and sometimes dragging Vanitas along - like when Noé took him to help find a good ring for you.

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[linkemon]

Qui vivra verra (Vanitas x Reader x Noé Archiviste)

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ᴍᴀɴᴏɴ, ᴀ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴜɴꜰᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ…

— Miss [Reader]! — Manon called, trying to sound discreet.  

She looked around at the crowd of shoppers, trying not to forget any bags. A hat, an umbrella, a new set of bows and more… She congratulated herself sarcastically on the last package she had left in the store. She didn’t have time for that now. A random carriage whizzed past her, nearly taking her life. The loud clatter of hooves on the cobblestone street mingled with the din. The maid anxiously made her way to a side street, wiping her brow. And, to make matters worse, she was hungry.  

This was how it had to end. She always fell for the idea that the young lady would only be gone for a moment this time. It was never a moment! She would take her eyes off her to take care of something and she would be gone. She liked her job but sometimes the running around in panic was too much for her. Of course, the person concerned always reassured her that she was fine but who knew what would happen next time? In Altus, no one would probably dare to threaten her but in Paris things were different.  

[Reader] worked as a sort of behind-the-scenes diplomat, traveling between Altus and Paris. She didn’t act officially like her cousin, Lord Ruthven. She threw banquets, introduced influential people and vampires, spread gossip and covered up the little things that got in the way of peace. Manon was well aware that her little lady, though she tried to stay within her safe circles, could one day find herself in danger. All because of her cousin, who had somehow enlisted her through her parents after his apprentices had failed him. She sensed that while [Reader] was very devoted to the cause (against her will but still), Lord August certainly wasn’t reciprocating. He never sent anyone to protect her, as he certainly could have done with his influence. It was true, though, that whenever anyone mentioned it, the little lady protested loudly, much to the maid’s chagrin.  

— Oh no — Manon swore not very quietly — it’s that quack again!

— Oh no, it's that witch again! — Vanitas mocked her.  

She could have expected that the young lady would somehow end up in his company. She had talked about him and his companion with count Parks Orlok's employees. While it was hard not to at least know the Archiviste family, Vanitas was something of an enigma to her. His whims contradicted the natural behaviour of people. The fact that he interfered in other people's affairs aroused reluctance.  

She looked Vanitas up and down. What did her little lady see in him? Black hair and blue eyes. He might be handsome but that was the end of Manon's list of positive traits. Not only was he human but also crazy!

— You could try to get along for once — [Reader] sighed.

The woman shivered slightly. A cold wind swept across the street. Vanitas wasted no time in taking off his black coat with a sweeping, exaggerated movement. He threw it over the lady's shoulders, giving her his trademark flirty smile. He then discreetly stuck his tongue out at the maid. If there were times when Manon had a sincere desire to use her vampire skills, this was one of them. She glanced at the young lady's gentle smile and, gritting her teeth, held back the imminent vision of murder.

— Where is Monsieur Archiviste? — asked the maid, looking toward the Hotel Chouchou.  

It wasn't a very subtle change of subject but she couldn't think of anything better.  

— Noé overslept. We had a rough night — the doctor said.  

They probably got into some trouble again. If she knew life, she'd hear about it somewhere soon.  

— Then we won’t wake him up. — [Reader] pulled the sealed envelopes out of her small bag. — I wanted to formally invite you two to the party.

[Reader]'s lack of use of the title monsieur did not escape Manon's notice. How much had she missed? After all, they hadn't known each other that long. She was most worried about them dragging [Reader] into their complicated affairs. The young lady's parents had placed their trust in her care for her. How could she possibly face them if she failed?  

— The last party we went to, ended in a scandal — laughed Vanitas.  

Manon felt her eye twitch involuntarily with anger. To be so familiar with her little lady…

— It won't be anything major. I'm inviting mostly humans and a few assimilated vampires. I don't think you'll get in trouble for it — the hostess assured.  

Of course, she wasn't going to make them realize what an honor it was to be invited. The maid sighed loudly to herself. They probably wouldn't realize it themselves.  

— Then we will definitely come!  

— Where are we going? — Noé’s sleepy voice reached the gathered ears.

Dressed entirely in white, except for a black shirt, he was blinding in the sunlight. The sun seemed to reflect off his impeccably clean top hat. Whenever Manon saw him next to the quack, she wondered how two such different people could possibly put up with each other.

Archiviste rubbed his sleepy eyes, curious about the situation. Murr jumped out from behind his legs, a cat as snow-white as his master. His thick paws allowed him to get in front of [Reader] in a few agile leaps. She took him in her arms, adjusted his purple bow and began to stroke him rhythmically.  

— Who is the most beautiful?

— Meow — Murr replied. Whether it was a question, an affirmation or a denial, there was no way to tell.  

This was the only part of the strange group that the maid had no objections to. Fortunately, he was just a cat and kept out of trouble.  

— Are you throwing a party? — Noé asked, reading the invitation.  

There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

— Exactly. Vanitas said you'd come. I hope you'll confirm that. I'm sure you know a few people who'll be showing up. Dominique de Sade, first of all — [Reader] said.  

— Domi will be there? — Archiviste brightened visibly — and maybe tarte tatin?

— We'll add it to the menu just for you. — [Reader] smiled. — Now, if you'll excuse me, I think it's time for us to go. Otherwise, Manon's going to be crying her eyes out with impatience. — With that, she looked at the maid reproachfully.  

She sadly placed Murr on the pavement, handed Vanitas back his coat and turned back the way she had come.  

The young lady might have missed the googly eyes look Noé gave her as they left. Manon had lived long enough to know that it wasn’t just a vision of a future dessert.  

Manon remembered her first attempts at eavesdropping. At the very beginning of her job, when she hadn't yet fully understood how the world worked and had been reluctant to invade other people's privacy. It wasn't that the young lady didn't know her maid was listening to her conversations. She just assumed it was rare. Rarely than it actually was.

— Beautiful sunset, isn't it?  

— Oh! It's you...— [Reader] turned her head back to the Parisian view.  

Manon didn’t need to see young lady to hear in her voice that this wasn’t the man she expected to see here. It was Vanitas who was wandering around the high places. Uninvited, most of the time. He was particularly fond of the clock tower. It had been built near the estate long before the maid had started working here. The previous owners had neglected it and it had slowly fallen into disrepair. [Reader] had refused to have it renovated, saying she preferred it as it was. So the gray stone was covered in ivy and some of the stained glass had fallen out in the heavy winds. Fortunately, the guests always found it an interesting change, not thinking about it as a ruin.

— It’s certainly a perfect party weather — [Reader] said.

She swung her legs slowly over the precipice. The back of her heavy dress rested on the stone floor. It wasn't exactly a refined position to sit in. Especially for the hostess of the upcoming party.  

Noé joined her, keeping a respectful distance.  

— I came to thank you. — The man scratched the back of his neck in uncertainty.  

— Was the tart that tasty? — [Reader] joked.  

Several pieces were sent to the Chouchou Hotel a few days before the party.  

— No! I mean yes! That's not the point...— Archiviste was confused. — It's about how you, miss... I mean you... how you saved us last time.

So they didn't know each other that well yet, Manon decided. If he still wasn't comfortable enough to use only her first name, it wasn't a total tragedy. But she feared Vanitas had no such scruples.  

— It's nothing. I'm glad you made it out okay.

It was a situation that scared Manon. Not only had she lost sight of the young lady but she had also walked straight into danger. Of course, [Reader]'s vampire skills weren't just for show. The malnomen-infected patient had been defeated and cured before the disease turned him into a beast. However, from what the maid had managed to find out, it turned out that this wasn't always possible. Unrestrained bloodlust brought out the worst instincts.

There was a moment of silence. [Reader] gazed at Paris, illuminated by the golden glow. The workday was just ending. Parisians were closing their shops to go home. Except for the street lamps, who were slowly illuminating the area with hundreds of lights. A gentle wind caressed the crowns of small trees every now and then, heralding a clear night sky. Carriages sped here and there, carrying passengers. Several of them were approaching the residences. Ladies dressed in heavy and expensive outfits rode with gentlemen equipped with top hats and walking sticks.  

— I beg your pardon — Noé hesitated — but you look distressed.

His violet eyes expressed deep concern.  

— You can say that. — She began to pick at the end of her snow-white glove. — I wouldn't tell anyone that but you're a close friend of mine so... 

— A close friend? — the Archiviste asked.  

It was as if the information was surprising and yet appropriate. A small smile spread across his face. Manon could bet from his voice alone that he was blushing.  

— With my connections, it's hard to find friends who aren't interested solely in what I can give them. That's why I was so happy when I met you and Vanitas.  

The maid tilted her head thoughtfully. The young lady believed it deeply but she had seen her own way over the years. Putting aside the odd romantic twists, was this acquaintance truly selfless?  

— What’s the problem? — Noé asked.  

— There is someone who makes my heart beat faster with joy — the woman began.

— That's… that's wonderful — the Archiviste said quietly.  

One look at his face would have been enough to tell he didn't entirely think this was a great thing but [Reader] continued to stare out into the setting sun.  

—...but he's already in love with someone and even though I'm aware of it, I still delude myself that maybe I can change something — she sighed longingly. — I suppose I should want him to be happy but it weighs on my soul when I look at it.

— I wouldn't give up so easily if I were you. — The vampire grabbed her hand, as if that would emphasize the weight of his words. — Perhaps one day he will notice your feelings and understand them.

There was a moment of silence as the woman seemed to consider his words.  

— You know what? I think you're right. Thank you, Noé. — She gave him a gentle smile. — Oh, wait, I think you have some leftover tart here.

Archiviste could have sworn his heart stopped beating the moment her fingers rested near his lips. He stared into [Reader]'s face. For a moment she was close enough that he could count every speck of sunlight in her eyes. The sunset surrounded her in a gilded halo and the thought occurred to him that if angels really did exist somewhere, she must be one of them. He regretted not eating a dozen tarts to cover himself with more crumbs. Perhaps then they could stay in that position for just a second longer. But that was not to be. The silence was broken. 

Manon made sure her heavy boots were heard early enough. Long enough for the couple to move away from each other.  

— My lady, it’s time — the maid announced, glancing discreetly at the vampire.

— The guests will be here soon, it’s time for us to go — [Reader] said, standing up awkwardly, lost in thought.  

Noé remained in the clock tower for a long time.  

Manon sometimes regretted that her young lady was not in the same situation as Dominique de Sade. She, too, was burdened with a number of responsibilities due to her background. And yet, her family gave her choices in many matters. Although it must be admitted that her stubborn nature played a large role here. This was reflected in her outfit today. Even in such a situation, she refused to wear an evening gown, contenting herself with her ceremonial uniform.

The maid maneuvered deftly among the guests, passing glasses of champagne around the rose garden. She quietly downed one. She was surprised at how thirsty she was.  

— I thought you’d give up — Dominique said, taking a sip of her drink.  

— I could say the same about you. — [Reader] looked at the woman out of the corner of her eye.  

A soft laugh answered her, barely hidden by the lights of the lanterns. There was a nasty note to it, but what else could she expect?  

— I admit I was close to giving up but someone talked me out of it. — The hostess stared straight ahead.  

— Hmmm... I don't think it's a wise choice but I can't blame you for doing the exact same thing.  

It wasn't hard to guess that Dominique's chosen one was Noé. He was the only man she had allowed to be this close to her, outside of her family. It didn't take Manon long to find out that they had spent a lot of time together as children, along with their twin Louis.  

— What do you see in him? — De Sade tilted her head in thought.  

— He's like a storm — [Reader] replied after a moment. — Most people, when they see a storm, run away from it. Because it's strong. Violent. It means trouble. And yet there's something fascinating about it. You can try to run but sooner or later you'll run out of breath and then it'll catch up with you. The only problem with it is that it's unpredictable and you may not have time to enjoy it.  

Manon sighed quietly. So there was no turning back. If the young lady was able to admit it out loud, it had to be serious.  

— Some people prefer a breeze to storms. Because it's gentle. Even if it may seem like it's not present, it's still there. It cools you down on difficult days and everyone likes it. Its problem is how many fans it has. — Dominique finished her glass. — I wonder how you'll handle your storm...

— I thought you had sided with Jeanne long ago — [Reader] said.  

Her rival seemed to have Vanitas' heart in a tight grip. And interestingly, although, as Bourreau claimed, she didn't want him at all, she couldn't push him away either.

— Don't get me wrong. I'm not taking sides. Because to be honest... I hate both of you. I want to see who comes out on top in this fight. Because then... maybe there's still hope for someone like me...

Her gaze involuntarily wandered to Noé, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the crowd. Manon knew that if her young lady hadn't been entirely aware of who the young de Sade's chosen one was up until now, she had to find out now.  

Dressed in white as always, he stood out from the other guests. The lanterns that had been placed that morning seemed to reflect their light off his clothes. The lights hanging from the trees only enhanced the effect. He wandered among the lush rose bushes, accosted by various guests one after another. With a polite smile, he nodded without interest, only to leave them a moment later. He was looking for someone. And it certainly wasn't Domi, who was staring at him. But once he came across her, he couldn't leave her.  

His real wanted woman was already far away. With a deft movement she put her glass on one of the empty trays and then slowly joined the dancers.  

Vanitas, as usual, was a stark contrast to his acquaintance. Dressed in navy blue and black, he melted into the darkness of the night. If it weren't for the lights, he would probably disappear completely, except for his oh-so-human blue eyes.  

— Excuse me! — [Reader] deftly took Vanitas’ hand just before the next dance began.  

Since Jeanne wasn't at the party, she could at least take advantage of it.  

— Oh! I've been deprived of my partner, what do I do now? — the man exclaimed dramatically, earning laughter from several guests around him.  

Soft piano music drifted through the garden again. The man pulled [Reader] gently toward him by the waist. At times like this, she could at least try to fool herself that she had a chance of winning. After all, he seemed to be smiling sincerely. His steps were light but confident. The soft jingle of his earring measured out the time. Strands of hair tied with a ribbon swirled with them, blocking her view every now and then.  

— You're quite the dancer. You must have charmed all my guests and I was supposed to be the star of the evening! — [Reader] said with mock sadness.  

— What can I do that everyone notices my genius and extraordinary beauty? — Vanitas rolled his eyes theatrically.  

He suddenly dipped her. For a moment she felt like she was going to fall but a strong hand caught her by the waist and lifted her back up. He smiled wickedly.  

— That was very mean, monsieur Vanitas.  

— All's fair in dance and war, right, modemoiselle [Reader]?  

— I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be love and war...  

— Perhaps. — Vanitas smiled mysteriously.

Did that sentence have a deeper meaning? Or was she just trying to find a second meaning in it? It was so hard to read anything from it.  

He came as close as he had ever been before. Only to pull away to a safe distance. He was definitely a storm. Unpredictable.  

— [Reader]! — Archiviste awkwardly pushed his way through the dancing couples.

The fleeting moment was like a soap bubble. It burst irrevocably under a gentle pressure.  

— Noé, didn’t anyone teach you any manners? — Vanitas asked sarcastically. — [Reader] is busy right now.

— We need to talk — the vampire stated firmly.  

He looked concerned. As if something was weighing on his heart. The woman looked at him, still spinning, although slower than before. If this was about matters of the heart, she didn't have the strength to listen to it. What else could it be about? She had finally had a good time this evening. She wanted to return to carefree oblivion.  

— Wait for your turn — replied Vanitas, dancing away with his partner.  

Manon put the tray of glasses aside as soon as she saw the young lady start toward a separate, secluded part of the garden. What could this Archiviste possibly want with her?  

The maid peered cautiously from behind the rosebushes. The young lady stood in semi-shadow, her shocked face a sign of trouble. That fact alone filled Manon with anger.  

—...because we wanted to get information about the next bearer of the curse. That was how it was at first but now I know you better and...

She wanted to say: Didn't I tell you, my lady? She had expected that it might come to this. However, her lady was very happy about this acquaintance and in this house there was not always room for free decisions. So she allowed her to make this mistake. Maybe this naive faith had infected her as well. The limit of selfish acquaintances had to end sometime. Or at least that's what she thought. Now she regretted not reacting earlier.  

— I was a fool to think that someone who didn't care about my status had finally appeared. — [Reader] wiped away a tear forming in the corner of her eye. — It always ends this way. — She looked up, sniffling. — But why when Vanitas had just...

The unfinished sentence hung in the thick air. Probably because the man in question had entered sight. He looked furious.  

— You always have to ruin everything, don’t you, Noé!? — he asked, words dripping with venom.  

— I didn't ruin anything. I just told the truth — the vampire stated firmly as the human grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

With his strength he could have easily thrown him off but he didn't. He just held the tugging hands in place.  

— You can't take advantage of others like that. — Anger flashed in Archiviste's eyes. — Not when she…

It was the image of jealousy. With good motives, Manon said. It was the jealousy of someone who wanted the best for the person they loved. But it didn't change the situation in any way. He had also cheated on the young lady.  

— We have reason to believe that the bearer of the curse is somewhere on the party grounds…— Vanitas began.  

— I don’t care — [Reader] said quietly.

— We’re trying to…— Noé joined in.  

— I don't care! — [Reader] shouted. — Get out of here, both of you!

Manon had had enough of this. The sight of her little lady falling to her knees in helplessness was enough. She sobbed bitterly. The heavy dress spilled out in a wave among the dark grass. She looked like a bright flower, ready to bloom in a garden full of roses. She wanted to shield her from this evil.  

The fact that the maid was partly the reason for the two intruders' visit tore at her insides. They had come with her in mind. Had she ever felt this angry before? Had she ever been this hungry? She had heard about the famous parade before. But it was one thing to hear it and another to experience it.  

Music surrounded her. So beautiful that she couldn't describe it in words. The notes flowed from every direction, urging her to do one thing.  

Kill them all!

Colourful figures were trailing one after another in a long procession. The twisted faces did not disgust her at all. They seemed to be urging her on, although they said nothing. A circus performer with balls, a shadow on stilts, a ballerina with a bunch of colorful balloons. Everyone held hands and danced.  

She watched them, fascinated. Glass grew from under her fingers. Crystal covered her toes. Were they shoes? They seemed to dig into her feet. Was it a cage? A massive structure surrounded her. It resembled a huge, ornate cloche. It suited her, she decided. Pretty flowers should stand under cloches. It was the only way to protect them from pests.  

She was both in the garden and at the merry parade. She wanted to go but something kept stopping her from grabbing the hand of anyone in the procession. She was furious. She could dance! All she had to do was touch the fingers… They ran away again. She shook her head. Was that blood? She was so hungry… Like she hadn’t eaten in ages. Screams appeared for a moment between the beautiful notes. The surroundings seemed to ripple and mix. She was here and there at the same time. Had some glass just broken? She wanted so badly to grab the hand and join the fun…  

— Manon, you have to snap out of this — the familiar voice seemed to come from far away. Someone was shaking her but she couldn’t even tell who.  

The falsetto appeared suddenly. The instruments seemed to be scattered under the pressure of something that could not be described. A strange light broke through the parade. As if someone had torn a curtain and let the morning into the room.  

— I give you back your true name. You are a Cendrillon, encased in crystal! — The voice seemed to echo. As if it were bouncing off a thousand mirrors and shattering each one.  

She was standing in the middle of an empty room. She was holding a glass slipper in her hand. The hazy hand tried to grab hers with the last of its strength. With all its strength, it struck the last of the mirrors with its shoe. The clatter echoed into nothingness and the indistinct figure disappeared.

—…she’ll be fine — came the words to Manon as she closed her tired eyes.  

The last thing she saw was a thick, leather-bound grimoire.  

— No going back to work! — [Reader] stated categorically.  

— You're exaggerating, miss! I've been sitting here too long — the maid said sulking.  

Lying in bed all week was exhausting. Especially when, from one day to the next, most of the responsibilities that had kept her busy were taken away.  

No shopping. No help with dressing or make-up. No arranging meetings, organising afternoon teas or even tea. Absolutely nothing. All in the name of health.  

— Vanitas said that everything was fine with me…  

— You’re listening to him now?! — the woman said indignantly.  

Manon laughed to herself. Maybe that quack was good for something after all. Finally.  

— You should enjoy this time off. The garden is in such a sorry state that it will take some time to fix it up. — [Reader] glanced out the window reflexively. — You'll get tired in time.

The maid's impressions of that unlucky night were only vague. Noé, Vanitas and [Reader] had much more to say. Fortunately, the guests never realized what had happened. A sectioned-off part of the garden separated them from the macabre spectacle.  

Her malnomen was ugly. What she believed. Fragments of something that looked like glass or maybe crystal, were still strewn among some of the rose bushes. Her unbridled bloodlust had nearly taken the lives of three people. And if it weren't for them, she certainly wouldn't have stopped there.  

— Miss, I'm really going crazy from sitting here...  

— Fine. I promise I'll assign you something tomorrow — the woman gave in, starting to read the novella she had under her arm.  

They sat in silence for a moment.  

— I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier…— Manon began.  

— Oh no! If you start apologizing for the same thing again, I'll actually fire you! — [Reader] threatened.  

Indeed, it wasn't the first time. Nor was she the only person to whom the apology was addressed. Although the maid had difficulty in uttering the apology addressed to Vanitas. Instead of gloating, however, he patted her childishly on the head and announced that he was, after all, a vampire doctor.

— Have you considered what I said? — Manon asked, looking at the romantic novella in [Reader]’s hands.  

— I don't know... Maybe we'll have the tea party next week, when you're fully back on your feet. I was really mad at them that night... but then again, seeing the curse up close, I can understand why they'd want to make sure they got to the bearers in time. Even if it was at my expense that time.

The reconciliation tea was a good idea. Or so the former curse bearer wanted to believe. Maybe it would help rebuild the relationships that had been based on misunderstandings. And maybe it would finally give [Reader] two honest friends to be around.  

— Sooo... which one do you like better now, my lady? — the maid asked teasingly.  

— Manon! I change my mind! I think you're completely healed after all. Time to get back to your duties.  

— Thank you very much, miss. — The woman smiled, rushing to her work clothes.  

— You're impossible...— [Reader] stated as she left the room. — As for your question...— She paused dramatically as her employee waited for an answer — it's a secret.— She put a finger to her lips, which was met with a loud groan of disappointment.

[gojous-adderall]

Why ur neurodivergent faves can’t find another job (or any job at all)

EDOGAWA RANPO (Bungou Stray Dogs)

- iykyk

- if u don’t know, it’s canon that Ranpo got fired from all his previous jobs bc he couldn’t think the way everyone wanted him to so he did things in ways they didn’t like

- congrats to my mans for even getting hired tho job interviews are so hard

- headcanon he applied for IKEA but left the job interview bc ‘I went in and the furniture was already assembled’

GOJOU SATORU (Jujutsu Kaisen)

- late to every job interview

- can’t keep a single work relation strictly professional ;)))))))

- too absent minded, fucks shit up bc he gets distracted and wanders off

- speaks informally with his seniors all like ‘what the fuck is up pogchamps’ and ‘seeya pal’

ITADORI YUUJI (Jujutsu Kaisen)

- his resume is just a link to a video of him running rlly fast. his resume is a printed copy.

- said ‘yes eat the rich’ to some shoplifters and let them walk out

- fucks up anything number related

- gets dress coded every time

NOÉ ARCHIVISTE (Vanitas no Carte)

- his cleanliness standards are. Something else

- his blank face scares customers so no one wants to hire him

- got lost in a back alley while taking out trash

- doesn’t understand job interview questions they’re worded too weirdly

KAMINARI DENKI (My Hero Academia)

- freezes up when there’s too much going on at once

- cracks too many jokes

- wrote ‘electrician’ on his resume, ate a generator on his first shift to help power a music festival

- his talents just unfortunately happen to be in weird niches that don’t fit into society’s concept of skills

FUTABA SAKURA (Persona 5)

- can’t find a place that will let her wear headphones at work

- got her coworkers in contact with Anonymous when they asked her to escalate an issue

- straight up renders entire companies obsolete by outperforming all of them

- goes nonverbal at inconvenient times

SUCROSE (Genshin Impact)

- she talked about bones in the job interview again

- struggles to articulate her talents

- takes too many bold risks without permission or warning, sometimes brilliant, sometimes horrific, sometimes a storehouse catches fire

- can only go hard or go home, prone to overwork and burnout cycles

[yourbelovedsammie]

Kinktober - Day 12

Praise kink with sub!Noé Archiviste

"Haaah... Noé, you feel so good inside me. You're doing such a well job~" Your fingers run through his hair as he held you tight on his lap. "You can move now, baby"

Your words worked magic on him, as his eyes darken slightly and Noé moved you around, having you under him. His thrusts started in really in-human pace.

"D-do you feel good?"

"Y-yeah, darlin', you're doing very well. I love you and the way you care about my pleasure..." Your lips tangled in a passionate kiss for pretty long time.

"K-keep going, honey, you're making me feel so good. You're gonna make me cum soon~ Go on, pretty boy, you're amazing~"

And when you suddenly feel his hips thrusting harder... It all clicked. This was made him do so well job - your praises. Now you know this and gonna good use in this knowledge.

[robsterskellington]

That should do it for the polls for now, though I've gotta thank everyone who got involved- special thanks to @izartn, @dreadeves, @someonebeatmetotheseusernames and @canethatssecretlyasword for giving reasons as to why Vanitas would get along with certain characters.

The polls are for a fic that my cousin and I have been working on for around 2 years, and will continue to work on, since a lot of said progress was deleted; we wrote our stories, scenarios and plans via FB Messenger and thanks to an update, most of the plans and texts got deleted.

The basic premise is that after Vanitas is "killed" by Noé at the end of VNC, he is teleported by Luna via the Book of Vanitas to the world of BSD, and specifically to Yokohama. Because we started writing this when the last manga chapter for BSD was 101, so before S4 was aired, certain things have been changed: Chuuya *did* turn into a Vampire, most of the Port Mafia (and Jouno) remained as Vampires, Fukuchi and Fyodor are still alive, but circumstances meant that they had to drop certain plans, Sigma did not end up joining the Agency, etc.

I'm gonna leave a snippet here for anyone interested, otherwise thank you all so much for the help and letting me ramble lol.

"Man, today is sooooo boring!" Dazai was leaning back in his chair, his desk acting like a footrest, all of his work neglected. Normal day for him, it seemed.

"Maybe if you actually bothered to work, time would pass by faster..." Kunikida muttered, though he knew it was futile. And unfortunately, even *his* work was incredibly dull. The Agency and the Port Mafia were still in some semblance of a truce, and nobody was happy about it, really.

After the mess with the Decay of Angels, Yokohama were still struggling to trust both the Agency and the Military Police- it wasn't surprising, considering the Hunting Dog's Leader, and the Leader of the Decay of Angels, were one and the same. Dazai had his crimes expunged, so he could at least live outside of his prison cell and go back to the Agency; after all, he had been the one to discover that the best way to break the Vampires created by Bram Stoker's control, was to simply douse them in a shit ton of water. He still smirked at remembering the Chibi leaving Fyodor behind to save Dazai and Sigma from dying.

That being said, they still lost: Sigma ended up back in Fyodor and Nikolai's clutches, Fukuchi was on the run after the other Hunting Dog's found out about his betrayal, and all the Vampires? Despite having their minds and free will again, they still *remained* as Vampires. None of them reverted back to being Human.

Although, with that said and done, it was probably a good thing that it was at least a little bit peaceful- Dazai had been a little more social, (which translated to disappearing to go and pissing off Chuuya without anyone else's knowledge), and attempting to spend a bit of time with Akutagawa, much to Atsushi's chargrin; that was a futile effort, though...

Akutagawa had mostly stayed locked in his personal room in the Port Mafia base, only letting Gin come in to bring him food, which he barely ate. His lung disease still persisted, and he was running out of time. Other Vampires within the Port Mafia were stronger, and didn't have Abilities that could lose control, like Rashōmon- because of that, Mori had no qualms about sending them out to do jobs.

A slight rumble made the pair snap to attention; the others were either out on the town or investigating little things like shoplifters- so when the pair of them saw a shining blue light in the sky and a figure falling from it? They knew that everyone saw from where they all were and that they would rush to the scene. Kunikida immediately got on the phone for everyone to either return to the Agency or try to rescue the person falling.

Atsushi was fast enough to catch the person, using his Weretiger Ability to make his legs faster. He leaped up and caught them in his arms, landing perfectly atop a building, holding the figure close and panting softly, "I-I got you. You okay?" He got no response, and the stench of blood hit him like a train, so he looked down at the person he'd caught.

It was a young man, maybe around Atsushi's age, with dark blue hair. His clothes were very old fashioned and torn, but Atsushi had no time to dwell on that- the boy was bloodied, unconscious, and *wasn't breathing!!* He practically threw himself back to the Agency, where thankfully Yosano was already waiting in the infirmary after Kunikida’s call. She took him from Atsushi and locked herself in the infirmary, leaving Dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi to await the others to discuss what happened.

Everyone had been horrified, the boy had looked in awful shape. Dazai put a hand on Atsushi's shoulder and assured him that he was as fast as he could have been. Naomi and Jun'ichiro burst into the room, followed by Kenji, Kyouka and Ranpo, all of whom had seen Atsushi's heroic rescue of someone *falling from the sky*- the siblings having been in town, the others in the café. Fukuzawa had been on the roof, and came down knowing that an update would be provided sooner or later, commending Atsushi's quick reflexes.

But Atsushi didn't care about that. The boy was obviously no older than 18, maybe a month or so older than himself. He'd felt scars beneath his clothing, so maybe he had also been abused, or maybe tortured? They wouldn't know until Yosano finished her examination, and even then... she wouldn't compromise a patient's privacy unless given express permission.

Yosano only slipped out after an hour or so, to give everyone an update that scared everyone: "I didn't even *need* to bring that poor boy to the brink of death. He was already there, his heart had all but stopped." She gave Ranpo his belongings and personal effects, and he examined all of them.

The clothes were approximately 18th or 19th century attire, torn by what could only have been claws from some type of wild beast. The boy's blood had caked most of them, except for the ribbon from around his neck, and the ribbon from around his waist. The knife he had was definitely used to defend himself, though only by slashing and not stabbing; only the blades edge had blood on it, there was no trace of blood on the rest of it.

The most interesting thing was a book. It had pure black pages, a clockwork cover with a cracked but beautiful blue gemstone adorning it, a long chain attached. Always interested by books, Ranpo examined it; there was no words on the front, so he couldn't determine the book's title, and he quickly discovered that he couldn't open it! It must have been bound by some sort of magical energy. However, it might also be a case of the lock in front being jammed, so he handed the book to Kenji first.

No matter his strength, Kenji couldn't break the lock or tear open the cover to reveal the pages. It was different, being unable to open a simple book. Dazai smirked- perhaps the boy was an Ability User like them, and the book was a part of it, like Kyouka's phone or Q's hideous doll. He took the book in his hands... *and nothing happened*.

"What the Hell..?" He murmured. This was an Ability he *couldn't* nullify? Everyone grew tense at that fact; was this boy that powerful? If so, it was too dangerous to allow him to have the book back. However, Fukuzawa seemed to disagree and took the book from Dazai, "Is that really smart? What if he immediately tries to attack us?"

"I will not return it to him until I have determined for myself what sort of person he is. Yosano, please stay by the boy's side. Then call me as soon as he awakens so that I may speak to him." She nodded and did as she was ordered. "The rest of you, feel free to go back out or stay and work. The boy will be alright, do not fret." He left without another word, no doubt back onto the roof.

Dazai sat at his desk, unable to hide his frown or pretend he didn't care; he'd *always* been able to nullify a person's Ability before, its what made him instrumental to the Port Mafia when it came to having to use Chuuya. And now this boy comes out of nowhere, with a book practically bubbling with energy, and he couldn't do anything to stop it?

Nobody worked, or left to go into town. Ranpo was still looking at the clothes before instructing Naomi and Jun'ichiro to get some new clothes for the boy- there was no way in Hell that these could be fixed up, though he kept the ribbons for the boy to wear since they weren't completely shredded or bloody.

Kyouka examined the knife and nodded, "He takes good care of it. It's perfectly sharp. I think his gloves are weapons as well." Ranpo picked up one of the gloves and nodded in agreement, they had metal in each fingertip to act as claws in order to deal unsuspected damage. This boy was a fighter, no doubt about that. "I think that chain is long enough to strangle someone if thrown. The book itself also has a concealed blade."

"We just can't see it because we can't open it," Ranpo mumbled. He'd already learned a lot about this boy: he was an Ability User, probably not from this world or dimension if that light, likely a portal, had anything to do with his arrival. He was barely 18, born in February. He hadn't seen the boy yet, but judging from the clothes, he was underweight though had a strong stature from fighting, and was about 5'9". The gloves were used to conceal his arms, yet his sleeves were baggy and rolled up. Even his coat didn't seem to have had its sleeves used recently.

There was something else. Ranpo knew that look in Yosano's eyes, it was the same look she'd had after she first examined Atsushi's body: the boy was very literally scarred. Judging from how pale she was, it must have been a lot, and they were old. Just what had happened to this child? And who was cruel enough to inflict such damage?

[docholligay]

So we know this is something Noé both believes and cares about.

But does Jeanne? I don't think she's really ever made it clear that saving curse-bearers is something she really gives a shit about. Protecting Luka, doing her job, sure, but I don't know that fixing cursebearers with anyhting but death is something she's ever been into.

But this is Noé's frequent problem, that he assumes the values he holds and the things he wants are universal. Wanting to save a curse bearer is worth the risk of innocent people getting killed by it, including himself. That is not a universal value, and he needs to realize that when he works with people.

I have never seen this show and know absolutely nothing about it! As that is the fun of having me liveblog this, please let it be fun for EVERYONE by not confirming denying, hinting, saying things like “oh just wait til episode x’, telling me about outside interviews, or anything that is cultural or historical that I’m not picking up on! PLEASE LET ME BE A STUPID PIECE OF SHIT

[thenumber1superacheenthusiest]

Tomorrows Teams and their opponents

Thank you to all who have submitted! Tomorrow (2/25) the battle will begin, i dont have a certain time when I’ll post the polls but it will be tomorrow, For now, heres the teams (randomly chosen with a wheel

Jack Harness and Ianto Jones (Torchwood) VS Ricky and Julian (Trailer park boys)

Kanroji Misturi and Iguro Obanai (Demon Slayer) VS Henry Clerval and Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

Luz Noceada and Hunter (The owl house) VS Tony Stark and Peter Parker (MCU)

Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro (jujutsu kaisen) VS Nick Nelson and Charlie Spring (heartstopper)

Jack fenton and Vlad Masters (Danny Phantom) VS Kirk and Spock (Startrek)

Fitzwilliam Darcy and Charles Bringly (pride and prejudice) VS Carmilla and Laura (Carmilla)

Nick carraway and jay gatsby (the great gatsby) VS Haruka kiritania and minori hanasato (project sekai)

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair (Wednesday) VS Haruhi Fujioka and Tamaki Suoh (Oruan high school host club)

Scaramouche and Tartagila (genshin impact) VS Crowly and Aziraphale (good Omens)

Nicholas D wolfwood and Vash the stampede (trigun stampede) VS Vanitas and Noé Archiviste (Vanitas no carte)

Brett Hand and Reagan Riddly (inside job) VS Isuzu Sohma and Tohru Honda (fruits basket)

David and Gwen (camp camp) VS Curt Mega and Owen Carvour (spies are forever)

Shiota Nagisa and Karma Akabane (assassination classroom) VS Miles Edgeworth and Dick Gumshoe (ace attorney)

Thor and Loki (MCU) VS Ava Silva and Sister Beatrice (warrior nun)

Orange Cat and Cannan Dog (real life) VS Rei Hino and Minako Aino (sailor moon)

Joker and Ryuji (persona 5) VS Mafuyu Ashina and Emu

Otori (project sekai)

Cat Noir and Ladybug (miraculous) VS Trafalgular law and Luffy D Monkey (one piece)

Denji and Aki Hayakawa (chainsaw man) VS Lake and Jesse (infinity train)

Naruto and Sasuke (naruto) VS Hubert von vestra and Ferdinand von aegir (Fire eblem three houses)

Melkior and Greta (Mrak ili Barišić) VS The doctor and River song (doctor who)

Zoe and Wash (firefly) VS Commander Cosmo and Ravaxis Starburner (vice quadrant by steam powered giraffes)

Max Mayfield and Lucas Sinclair (stranger things) VS Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies)

Wander and Lord Hater (wonder over yonder) VS Zuko and Sokka (Avatar the last airbender)

Rapenzel and Cassandra (tangled: the series) VS Merlin and Arthur (BBC)

Mae and Greg (night in the woods) VS Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav (the locked tomb)

Branch and Poppy (trolls) VS Will solace and Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

Troy Barnes and Abed Nadir (community) VS Carmilla and Laura (Carmilla)

Sonic and Shadow (sonic the hedgehog) VS Kurt hummel and blainie anderson (glee)

Let me know if I got any of the names wrong, thank you and see you tomorrow!

[liesweliveby]

For character bingo: Domi and Luca from vnc

Domi:

AYYYYY BINGO ON THE FIRST ONE (c'mon she's gotta have daddy issues right? he doesn't seem to be very present with his children)

domi domi domi my most fucking beloved. favorite vnc character . baby. sweetheart. no one is going to be happy if you throw yourself off a ferris wheel. if she dies at the end of vnc (no character is safe from mochijun except noé) I am going to commit arson. she's such a well-written character - of course that goes for all of them, but she's Special to me. I love her so much. I love her bitchiness toward vani. I love her devotion when she loves someone. I want her to keep exploring other relationships with people outside of noé. I love the fact that she's a spoiled rich girl who doesn't even CONSIDER cooking because that's "the servant's job, no?". I love that she took Jeanne under her wing (and was saved by her). I love her kindness. I want her to realize that Louis never blamed her for not being the chosen twin. I want her to know how much she's loved (and the recent chapter took her a step closer to that). I love her so much.

Luca:

the thing about luca is we know so LITTLE about him. I want to know more about him. I want to know more about his relationship with his brother. I want to know more about him outside of his relationship with Jeanne. I want to hear more about how he struggles under the pressure of his position. I want to know how he feels about his brother being chained up. I WANT TO KNOW

[neversetyoufree]

Man come to think of it, it's really funny how at the beginning of VnC once Amelia's saved, Orlock is so "I'm going to put you up in a hotel and keep you within reach and supervise you while you work," but since then, he's yet to ever once willingly give Vanitas and Noé a job.

The bal masqué and Gévaudan had nothing to do with him or with Vieux Paris in general, he didn't know about the amusement park 'til after the fact, he assigned the current miel issue to Dante and co rather than Vanitas, and he specifically told Vanitas not to get involved with the catacombs.

He's like the opposite of a quest-giver NPC. Guy who exists entirely to yell at the protagonists for engaging with the plot and whose office is the setting in which the protagonists get most of their quests, but from any source other than him.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request E, J, K and Z for Noé?

NSFW ALPHABET

E & J have already been completed.

K = KINK (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. Tell Noé how good of a job he's doing. How good it feels to have him inside you. How handsome or hot he looks. He'll lap it up almost as quickly as he laps you. Eager to please and eager to get more praise.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quickly. Almost immediate in fact. There have been a few times were Noé has fallen asleep still inside his partner and on top of them. He sleeps like a rock after too. No point in even trying to wake him after, just move him as you see fit if you need more space on the bed.