#vnc scenarios

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Noé getting reduced to a teary-eyed, whimpering mess by his femdom s/o?

tags: bdsm, mistress/pet, bondage, noé bimbo aesthetic, f/m

Noé had never been drowned before, but he had to imagine this was what it was like.

The constant gasping for air that never quite filled his lungs. The struggle to keep focused on just keeping your head above. The moments of listlessness when your mind floats between trying to catch up and surrendering to the black. “Stay with me Noé.”

His head lulled back in a dim, empty headed sort of way. Like his brains are sloshing around in his skull for want of thoughts, as he obeyed his mistress. She doesn’t even need to tilt his head up with the tilt of her finger. He’d follow the sound of her voice anywhere.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.” Noé let out an opened mouth whine as she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. His mouth is open so he can try to get air into his lungs. Surely not to speak as he couldn’t think of words right now. All his mouth was good for was breathing, drooling, and servicing his mistress.

“You’ve done so well, my love. You’re always so obedient for me.”

‘Anything for you’ he wants to tell her, but all he can get out is a gurgle of a moan in appreciation.

“Oh, if only I could keep you like this forever. Lust drunk. Practically paralyzed with overstimulation. Just keep you here with me forever, tied up like this, blindfolded in the dark. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Forever!’ Noé lifted up on his knees towards his mistress, as much as his binds would allow. Oh, how wonderful that would be indeed. To never have to fight monsters again. To never have to deal with liars. To never have to worry about people’s intentions, or false faces. To only be hurt when he asked for it, begged for it. To do nothing but live and love and serve his mistress for all eternity. He wanted to cry it sounded so perfect.

Noé wanted to actually cry when his mistress pushed him down. Back on his knees, sitting on his ankles, where he belonged. He should have known better. So stupid.

“Don’t say that!” His mistress snapped. Had he actually said that bit out loud? “You are not stupid. You, are my perfect, sweet Noé. Don’t ever forget that.”

He nuzzled eagerly into the hand that touched his cheek. A tear actually spilling out from under his blindfold but he couldn’t tell what it was from now. Desire, torment, relief. It all swirled around inside his body and empty head that he couldn’t make up from down. “Shall we make love now, my precious Noé?”

Then his world was righted again. Hyper focused. Noé nodded so hard that he might have given himself whiplash, but he didn't care. All of this had been leading up to this moment: release. The teasing. The binding. The sweet words and harsh cracks of her crop against his skin. All of it just for this.

He suddenly remembered how hard his cock was and how much it hurt. Noé whimpered. His thighs rubbing together to try and relieve some of the pressure. "Awww....I know honey. It must hurt now, doesn't it." He nodded. Whining out confirmation from his throat before he was panting in sharp breathes as she cupped him. He had been desperate for her touch, but now that he had it it was too much. "You want to cum, don't you Noé? Make you feel good."

He whimpered out something close to a yes again. His body quivering as he tries to stay still and not cum. He hadn't been given permission. But he wants so badly to fuck himself into her hand that it hurts almost as bad as his cock.

His world went tumbling when his mistress pushed him back. When had there been a pillow behind him? Was he on the bed? Noé expected the sharp bite of the floor against his back, but instead was met with soft linens. He moaned almost as loudly as when he was being touched. Surrounded by softness he melted into the bedding. What little of his senses fading away as he sunk deeper into the plush fabric.

“Stay with me Noé.” She repeated to him, and he was really trying.

His bed shifted. Her feet on either side of him as she stood over him. He couldn’t see it with the blindfold, but he could sense it. Her looming presence all consuming him. He whimpered to be dominated further by it. His mistress kneeled to straddle him and Noé hissed like the savage humans painted his species as as his erection brushed against the front of her. How the tables had turned in the story. The strong, fierce, blood crazy monster all but broken before his weak, defenseless, human mistress.

“I’m going to fuck you now Noé.” She told him while stroking his cock. Stroke was a strong word, however, as it was just her fingertips caressing him. “I’m going to fill myself with your cock and ride you. Use you for my pleasure.” ‘Use me! Use me!’ “You’re going to feel so good inside me. You always do. Don’t worry, it won’t be long. I’ve been so turned on watching you fall apart that I’ll be cumming very soon. Then, and only then, I’ll let you cum, my precious. Sounds like a deal?”

There was no sweeter deal that the devil could offer him. Noé mustered up all what little strength, mental capacity, and just plain voice he could to utter out one single word. “Yes.” It was all he could say. All he needed to. His mistress raised herself up and sunk down on his cock, and Noé screamed like he had been stabbed; instead of him being the one stabbing her.

His mistress was indeed wet. Drenched, actually. He took a small amount of comfort in knowing that she really had been turned on by him. Aroused by his presence. Desired him. It’s a subconscious thought at best, however, as all he can legitimately think about right now is the primal instinct to fuck & cum, but holding on to what little restraint he had left to not do so until his mistress told him.

“Almost….there…!”

Noé’s teeth grit. He could taste his own blood his jaw was locked so tight. He didn’t think he had it in him to hold on. He was crying, wailing, begging. Noé wasn’t sure what he was doing until he heard those wonderful words that would set him free. “Yes Noé! Yes! Cum from me! Give it to me my love!”

He came extremely hard. To the point that the darkness behind his blindfold was a moot point as his mental vision even darkened as he came and came for what seemed like hours.

When it was over, Noé realized that his mistress wasn’t on top of him anymore. He jerked up, or as much as his exhausted body could, but then a cool hand and a cool rag was placed on him. “Not too fast. We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Noé sighed as he felt the rag wash over his body to clean him. His oversensitive, overstimulated body soaking in the coolness eagerly. His breath calming down. His mind coming back to him.

“I’m gonna take the blindfold off now. Close your eyes.”

He does, immediately. The covering is removed and Noé slowly opened his eyes. Vampire eyes were very sensitive. It’s why they used the blindfold in the first place. But he had to adjust to the light when they were done playing. His arms were next. Untethered behind his back now, and they fall forward limp into his lap.

“Are you alright?” Noé nodded. He still didn’t have the mental capacity to speak. His head lulled forward to rest on his mistress’s shoulder. Her arms coming up around him instantly. Smoothing his hair. “My sweet Noé….”

She continued to shower him with quiet, soft praise as his mind succumbed to black again. Only this time to sleep. He was exhausted. Sated. When he woke up he and his mistress would go back to the world, play their normal roles instead of the ones they played here. For now, he would hold on to the ones they had in here, in this room. Where he was her perfect, willing, obedient pet, and she would be the one to take care of him.

[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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[littleoanh]

Scenario 1 - August Ruthven First Meeting with You

Characters: August Ruthven x Fem/AFAB Human Reader

A/N: I don't think this will turn into a real series, but I thought it would be cute to write random scenarios. If you have ideas for the scenarios, feel free to drop them in my inbox!

It started out a mundane day for Lord August Ruthven, the senate for the queen. He had come to Paris for a private business trip. He strolled through the bustling streets of Paris, he noticed the outdoor markets, vibrant flowers, and street performers. Despite the liveliness of the environment, nothing seemed to catch his yellow pupil’s attention. As he made his way back to the secret portal to Atlas Paris, he suddenly caught a whiff of a pleasant scent that was indescribable to him. The scent was deliciously sweet and it piqued his interest. Where was this coming from?

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Monsieur.” Lord Ruthven scrunched his thick eyebrow, unaware someone had bump into his large stature body. “Did I hurt you?” A bit confused, his yellow pupil flickered downwards to find your eyes filled with worries.

What a silly question, how could a mere little human such as yourself hurt him? He barely felt the pressure of you running into him, the only reason you caught his attention was your amicable scent. Not realizing how long his silence was, your worried features deepens.

“Are you really hurt?” Your hands were suddenly on him, touching the spot where she had collided with him. He was taken back by your brazen touch, Lord Ruthven rarely allowed anyone, let alone a human, to touch him. Yet, he found himself not minding your hands on him. 

The worrisome expression on your delicate face, he couldn’t fathom why you are concerned about him. He let out a rare genuine laughter and assured you, “I am unharmed.” Watching your expression change from worry to relief was amusing to him. How intriguing, a soft smile appeared on his lips. Your warm hands were still on him, he felt the urge to tease you. “How long do you plan on putting your hands on me, young lady?”

He observed your expression again, your eyes widened and blood rushed to your cheeks. Another thing that intrigued him. “I’m so sorry!” You profusely apologized, quickly pulled your hands away from him. “That was completely inappropriate for me to touch you without a second thought. I hope I didn’t offend you, Monsieur. I-”

Lord Ruthven did not feel offended, not even the slightest. However, his chest felt a strange sensation - a tingle. He never experienced this before with a human. The clock tower in the square rang loudly, catching your attention.

“Oh, I must leave!” You left in a hurry before he could ask for your name, leaving him with a newfound sense of curiosity. Your pleasant, sweet aroma gradually faded away as you slipped further into the crowd.

A rare, genuine smile spread across his square set face. This day had turned out to be anything but mundane. Lord Ruthven continued on his journey, thinking this chance encounter was just a passing moment.

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[denkies]

I haven't watched ep4 bc i fell asleep waiting for it to upload </3 however, I did have a dream where they fucked up the "You damm fool...hurry up and go." scene.

In my dream, Akutagawa briefly turned into a baby (and not like, a baby version of himself. I mean like the white cocomelon baby). He smiled at Atsushi as a baby, and then turned into an adult again and dragged Atsushi to escape. But in my dream, he wasn't wounded on the neck, it was his stomach I think?? And then he sent Atsushi down an escape hatch, closed and locked it, covered it with leaves, and then collapsed and died.

[thermesiini]

mannn its rough over there for dungeon meshi animeers this last episode was not very well done

[kiatheinsomniac]

ohh, don't be sorry about mixing up the request thing, also, congrats for the 2k!

anyways, if your requests are still open, could i request a scenario with vanitas and noé where reader got an injury (you can choose the reason)? tysm if you can and i love your writing, i hope your account gets known even more! <3

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: AWWWW you're so sweet <33 I'm hoping for more requests about these boys bc I love them so much and I wanna bet more involved in the vnc fandom hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: injury mention, none

｡･:*˚:✧｡vanitas

Vanitas is a doctor so his first reaction is to treat you himself. Who else would he trust with your health after all? He’s quick to assess you and seems to have no issue with undressing you in order to make sure he can check your whole body over for injuries. He’s surprisingly professional in the moment and it’s not until he’s completely treated you that he begins to tease you about your state of undress, perhaps with gentle strokes of his knuckles along your thighs or by cupping your warm cheek with how flustering you find his teasing. He’ll order all the food up to the hotel room that you’d like while you’re recovering. He’ll also steal some (a lot) of bites from your food but he’ll just consider it part of his payment for being your doctor <3

｡･:*˚:✧｡noé archiviste

Noé is a lot more panicky. He’s terrified of losing you as he did Louis and so he’s carrying you to the nearest hospital (or even to Vanitas if it’s quicker to get to him). He won’t leave the room at all while you’re being treated and he’ll be flittering about all panicky like a hummingbird. He’ll always be asking what he can do to help and he’s watching over you with those worried foxglove eyes of his. The moment your treatment is complete, he’s sitting down beside you and cupping your face in his hands, resting his forehead against yours in an overwhelming wave of relief. He hasn’t lost you. You’re ok. He’ll ask if there’s anything you want: some food, a drink, a warmer blanket, anything. He’s like a mother hen with you at times but it’s so cute when he gets like that. 

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[neversetyoufree]

I started vnc way back when there was only one volume, stopped, and only restarted it last week 🙈 since then, I have reread it twice and will again, once I'm done with exams, as it has turned me insane. And since no one I know reads it, I just wanted to ask what your thoughts are on my theory that the reason not 'didn't reach out to vanitas' thus leading to his death is because of Ruthven compulsion on him? Cuzco after the 'ill never set you free'thing, I just can't see noel not reaching out tonight purpose. Your blog is a joy to read through, and I love your meta!

Hello!! Thank you so much! It's always great to see another person having fun with my favorite manga :D.

My thoughts on Vanitas's eventual death are. complicated. If we keep going down the path we're on now, I honestly suspect Vanitas's death is going to be more assisted suicide than murder. IE, Vanitas asks for Noé to kill him because it's preferable to the alternative.

Per Ruthven's compulsion, I definitely think it's going to come up, and I do like the idea of Ruthven trying to force Noé to hurt or kill Vanitas, but I don't think it's going to be how Vanitas dies. In a way, I think that would feel somewhat cheap.

Noé killing Vanitas because of his oath to Ruthven would make sense on a plot level. It's a nice, logical explanation for why Noé would kill someone he so clearly adores. I can see why it's a lot of people's theory! However, that explanation wouldn't really deliver on an emotional level. It's just not interesting for Noé's characterization.

For one thing, making Noé kill Vanitas when he's not in control of himself would strip away all of Noé's agency. With VnC's opening chapter, Mochijun sets us up so that the entire time we're reading, we're asking ourselves "but why will Noé kill him?" It's a big source of intrigue and suspense. And to me, finally resolving that suspense with "It's not his fault! He was artificially forced to!" feels like a major letdown. It adds nothing to Noé's character. It's answering that all-important "why" with "There is no reason why. He didn't actually want to." I think that would be a cop-out.

Through that denial of agency, I think this ending would also risk losing out on a lot of potential character development for Noé. The core of Noé and Louis's tragedy is that Noé desperately wanted to save Louis, but the only kind of salvation Louis wanted from him was death, and Noé couldn't give him that.

Now Noé has another person close to him that is also seeking salvation through death. If Noé kills Vanitas, but he's not in control of himself when he does, that misses out on a big opportunity. Has Noé come to understand salvation through death? Has his worldview changed since Louis made that request of him? Does he have it in him to kill a loved one if that's what they ask? If Vanitas's death is forced by Ruthven, then we're much less likely to get answers to those questions.

Personally, my favorite hope/theory for how Ruthven's order will play out is the idea that Ruthven will order Noé to hurt/stop/kill Vanitas, but Vanitas will manage to snap Noé out of it in the same way Noé broke Vanitas's self-hypnosis in the amusement park. There's nothing I love more than a gay little parallel.

I can see a scenario where Ruthven's oath is what pushes Vanitas close to death? Maybe Noé will be ordered to try to kill Vanitas, and that will set off whatever horrible chain of events pushes Vanitas to ask for death that final time. But even if Ruthven does order Noé to hurt Vanitas (which is a big if), I don't think it will be what causes the killing blow.

[fairy-writes]

Helloo I stumbled across your blog and omg I love everything you have written so far<3 i saw your open requests so I was wondering if you would like to write something for Roland from vnc, like a little scenario of reader (human, civil), who is his crush, wrapping his neck in her scarf when she takes a walk and sees him going on a patrol around Paris in winter without his jacket (he probably forgot it or gave it to someone as a kind person he is).

Write it however you feel comfortable with (or don't), I would prefer reader be female but I don't mind nonbinary.

Thank you for your time, drink some water and have a nice day/night <3

DANCING SNOW

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Roland Fortis x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, FLUFF, Reader is implied to be smaller than Roland

Notes: Thanks for liking what I have written so far! I love writing for Roland!

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The snow was gentle. Falling from the sky and dancing through the air like ballerinas. You bury your nose in your scarf and tug on your gloves as you walk through the streets of Paris.

Why you had decided to go on a walk in this weather was a mystery. Even to you. But you were a good twenty minutes from home, so you might as well deal with the cold and continue on your way. You’d get back to your home eventually.

All of a sudden, you hear your name and turn. You know this voice. And already, your ears are beginning to heat up.

Roland.

Without his coat.

He’s jogging over, dressed in nothing but his button-down and trousers, boots heavy against the cobblestone. His weapon is strapped to his back via a holster of sorts and looks none too comfortable. He’s waving enthusiastically, and people are staring.

“Where’s your coat?” Is the first thing out of your mouth when he is within speaking (not shouting) distance. He slows to a halt in front of you and grins,

“I forgot it. I was in a rush this morning and didn’t think to put it on.” He says smoothly, and you roll your eyes.

“Sure you did.” Now he looks hurt,

“I did!”

You huff and turn away, but Roland follows along, chattering happily about something or other. But you can tell he’s shivering. Durandal is rattling in his holster, and you can’t help but feel bad.

But he wouldn’t fit in your coat. But you also didn’t want him to get too cold.

So you stop.

He stops, confusion, decorating his handsome features like Christmas tree lights. You unwrap your scarf from around your neck. It’s chilly, but you’re on a mission. You reach up and wrap it carefully around Roland’s neck. He freezes and watches you with wide green eyes. Once the long article of clothing is snuggly wrapped around Roland, you step back with a sheepish grin.

“I can’t have you freezing on me now, can I?” You tease in an attempt to lighten the tension between you two.

Why is it so tense?

Roland seems to snap out of whatever stupor he’s in, and his brilliant grin lights up your world.

You want to kiss him. Badly.

All of a sudden, Roland’s name is called, and the two of you jump away simultaneously. Had he been leaning in?

No…

That’s preposterous!

He wouldn’t feel like that toward you.

You spot Olivier scowling as he makes his way through the thin crowd. At least he had the decency to wear a coat in the snow. The white flakes stand out brilliantly against his black hair.

“Olivier! You found me!” Roland exclaimed, and the other Paladin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No thanks to you.” He muttered and grabbed the back of the scarf, and proceeded to haul Roland away with a gruff “We have to finish patrolling this sector.”

You stand dumbfounded as Roland waves a happy goodbye, chattering about something you can’t hear, and you can practically see Olivier deflate in annoyance.

But, ultimately, your neck is cold, and you decide to head home finally.

Only for Roland to show up on your doorstep several hours later, scarf in hand.

“Thank you! I would have frozen to death without this!” He says dramatically as you open the door and you smile,

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” You tease him, and he laughs jubilantly. It makes your heart flutter.

It doesn’t take long for Roland to make himself at home inside your humble little abode. Durandal is leaning up against the corner of your doorway. His shoes are placed neatly by yours. Roland is playfully hip-checking you in the kitchen as you get mugs of hot cocoa ready. The room is filled with laughter as you do it right back.

On one particular attempt, you nearly slip in your socks, and he grabs your hips to steady you. There’s nothing in your hands, so you grip the fabric of his button-down to make sure you don’t fall over. He’s watching you with an expression you can’t quite place, and you simply stare up at your best friend. You are close enough that you can count the freckles on his cheeks.

You really want to kiss him.

And almost as if he’s reading your mind, Roland leans down and presses the most gentle kiss you could imagine to your lips. You respond almost too eagerly, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt as he pushes you back against the counter. His strong hands trail until they are holding the small of your back. His lips are still cold from being out in the frigid air, but you don’t mind.

You don’t stop moving your lips against Roland’s until you have to break for air. When you do, he’s looking at you with what you realize is love.

“Perhaps I should forget my coat more often.” He quips, and all you can do is laugh and pull him in for another kiss.

[robsterskellington]

Well, okay then. Now here's yet another poll! I'll ask what scenes you all want to see in our VNC x BSD fic. You won't be given much context, only what is written in the options- I will give the context when I write whatever scenario you all choose, though.

If you have any questions or comments about what you'd like to see, please voice your opinions, we'd love to hear what you have to say.

[callilemon]

sad but fun analysis, upon watching vnc where Vani is holding Lunas cloak and looking at the placement of where the ash was dissapearing I like to think Luna hugged Vani in a sence (I know its not likely considering context) or put their hand on his shoulder as well futher backing that up there's three Scars on his back that vaguely resemble clawmarks so yeah have a tibbit of my thought process.

Also It just occurred to me that I read somewhere that Noé needs to hug somtbibg to sleep and most times we've seen vani 'sleep' he was hugged or held sooooo - ah If I could draw I would definitely doodle this scenario- well off to art class I go~!

Ohhh that is reallt good (and sad) observation :( the claw marks make perfect sense too it they came from luna... I'll have to draw that at some point. For now, here's something cute based on the second part of your ask!

Someone got too close to Noe while he was sleeping 🤭

[thewritetofreespeech]

Ello!! Is it alright if I request a vamp! Fem or gender neutral reader with Vanitas?? I have a small prompt. The two bicker alot, but what happens when the reader gets injured and refuses to drink blood to help themselves, and Vanitas is genuinely worried about them?? Sorry if this is too long. Have a wonderful day/night!!

They had barely made it out with their heads still on. [Y/N] barricading the door while Vanitas looked for something to make it more secure. “There. That should hold it.” He announced, with a slight pant, after he had shoved a bookcase, two end tables, and any other junk he could find in this abandoned shack of a villa to keep the Curse Bearer at bay.

“I’ve never seen one act so violently.” [Y/N] replied. Their eyes still bright red from the fight. As crimson as the blood staining their shirt where they had sliced them with their great, sharp spines.

“Yeah. I don’t think we’ll be able to save this one.” Vanitas commented solemnly. “We’ll have to get its name back to stop it, but the chances of them coming out seem pretty low.”

[Y/N] sighed, afraid of that but aware of the outcome, then swayed a little as they took a step to sit down. “You ok?”

“Yes. Just a little light headed.” They replied.

“You’re still bleeding, hn?” Vanitas commented. Following behind them as they sat down. “I thought you would have healed up by now.”

“So did I. The fight and flight must have taken a lot out of me.” Vampire were incredibly resilient, but had their limitations. Fatigue, hunger, overexertion, could lead to a decline in the healing process, like any living thing. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem for [Y/N], and they would take the slow path to getting better. However, the situation they were in was not one best suited for ‘the slow path’. Their enemy could find them at any minute. It wouldn’t take much to break down their barricade and slaughter them if they wanted. They would need to get out of here, quickly, if they wanted to survive.

“Do you want me to help you?” Vanitas asked. To which [Y/N] scoffed.

“I didn’t know you knew first aid.”

“No I mean….”

He began to gesture awkwardly. It took [Y/N] a minute to realize what he was ‘saying’ and when they realized they were shocked. “I’m not drinking your blood Vanitas.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?!” They repeated. Shocked further that they would even ask such a question. “Because aside from it being illegal, it’s also incredibly inappropriate and….intimate.”

“It’s only illegal if I say no.” Vanitas corrected them. “And I’m offering it to you. Look, do you want to get out of here or not?”

“I think we can get out of here without me resorting to barbarism.” [Y/N] retorted. Voices getting raised.

“Yeah, cause you did a fine job of getting us out of here earlier.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you couldn’t get us out of here when you were at top percent at the start. Now you’re injured! And you think you’re just magically going to help get us out of here with your positive attitude and morals!”

“You were in my way! I didn’t see you helping any back there!”

“That’s why I’m helping now!” Vantias hand smacked against the wall behind their head. His usually slim frame suddenly towered over [Y/N] in an intimidating way, as he pulled back his bow tie & shirt to expose his neck. “Take my blood!”

[Y/N] sat there in surprise. Their face flush at the situation, but also with the hammering sound of their heartbeat in their ears. It had been years since they had had fresh blood. They really did mean it when they said they thought it was barbarism. But there was a part of them, deep down, that always would crave it. A base instinct that lingered under the surface. A dark whisper, almost like Naenia’s, that beckoned them to take his blood.

Slowly, shyly, they leaned forward towards Vanitas’s neck. To his credit, he did not move. In fact he only flinched a little bit when their fangs pierced his skin. The warm, rich flow of blood trickled down their tongue and down their throat. Making them feel like they had never been warm in their life until this moment.

They suddenly realized why some rouge vampires became addicted to this. They suddenly realized what all the fuss was about.

“T-That’s enough [Y/N]…” Vanitas called out to them and pushed [Y/N] back. His turn to swoon a little bit now. “It won’t do us any good if I can’t walk out of here now.”

“Oh…I guess you’re right….” They suddenly felt embarrassed that they had lost themselves in the moment. Then they looked down and realized that all their injuries were healed. “I think I’m all right now. Better even. Better than new.”

“That’s nice.” Vanitas replied, before he slumped down beside them. “I just need to sit for a bit. Then we can try to make a break for it.”

“I’m sorry. Did I….-“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Vanitas butt in. “I just need to sit for a minute.”

They sat in silence. Listening to the stone flinch around them in their cubby hole. It was the quietest moment they had never had together. They never spoke of what happened again.

[vanitasnocarteconfessions]

"I feel like vanijeanne shippers have very weird picture of vanoe shippers. For example quite a lot of vanoe shippers ships also domijeanne which contradicts very popular opinion that vanoe shippers don't like Joanne. Liking Joanne or not don't have much in common with shipping vanoe. However, I noticed that some vanoe shippers kinda expect Joanne to die at some point, which is often misunderstood as vanoe shippers wanting Joanne to die so Vani would be free for Noe to take. And honestly, I have never seen a Vanoe shipper genuinely holding this opinion. Joking about it? Sure, but not being serious about it. Like no, this is not wanting Joanne to die, this is expecting Mochijun to pull the worst scenario in which everyone suffers the most. Like, let's don't forget that Vanitas will be killed by Noe at the end of the story. This is literally said at the beggining that this will ultimately be a tragic story, so the worst can be expected. And while only Vanitas fate is known at the beggining and nothing is said about what will happened to Joanne, Mochijun kinda have set the expectations, so no wonder some people expect certain vnc characters to die. But once again, expecting something to happen is not the same as wanting it to happen."

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[vncglobal]

How to Prepare for and Recover from Disruptions with Supply Chain Resilience?

Introduction:

In today's globalized and interconnected business landscape, supply chain disruptions have become more frequent and impactful than ever before. Factors such as natural disasters, political instability, economic fluctuations, and even unexpected events like the COVID-19 pandemic can significantly impact the flow of goods and services. To navigate these challenges successfully, companies must prioritize supply chain resilience. In this blog, we will discuss the importance of Supply chain management in Singapore resilience and provide a comprehensive guide on how to prepare for and recover from disruptions effectively.

Understanding Supply Chain Resilience:

Supply chain resilience is the ability of a company to adapt and recover quickly when faced with unexpected disruptions. Resilient supply chains can maintain their operations, meet customer demands, and minimize financial losses even in the face of adverse events. These disruptions can take various forms, including:

Risk Assessment:

Begin by identifying potential risks in your supply chain. Evaluate your suppliers, distribution networks, and Logistics and supply chain management in Singapore. Understand the vulnerabilities and dependencies that exist at every stage of the supply chain.

Diversify Suppliers:

Avoid putting all your eggs in one basket. Diversify your supplier base to reduce the risk of disruptions from a single source. Develop relationships with multiple suppliers who can provide similar products or materials.

Inventory Management:

Maintain a strategic inventory of critical items. Having a safety stock of essential supplies can help bridge the gap during a disruption and buy you time to find alternative solutions.

Robust Communication:

Establish effective communication channels with your suppliers, customers, and other stakeholders. Keep them informed of your strategies and plans in case of disruptions, and encourage them to do the same.

Scenario Planning:

Develop various scenarios to anticipate potential disruptions. Simulate the impact of different events and have response plans ready for each scenario.

Technology and Data:

Invest in supply chain technology that offers real-time visibility and predictive analytics. Access to accurate data can help you make informed decisions quickly.

Recovering from Disruptions:

Rapid Response Team:

Create a team responsible for addressing disruptions. This team should have the authority to make critical decisions quickly and efficiently.

Adaptive Supply Chain Strategy:

Adjust your supply chain strategy as necessary to address immediate challenges. Be flexible and agile in your approach, and adapt to changing circumstances.

Collaboration:

Collaborate with suppliers, customers, and other partners to find solutions. You can share resources, transportation, or even storage facilities during disruptions.

Redundancy:

Consider building redundancy into your supply chain, where possible. Redundancy can provide alternative options during a crisis.

Continuous Improvement:

After recovering from a disruption, analyze what went well and what didn't. Use these lessons to continuously improve your supply chain resilience.

Review and Update:

Regularly review and update your supply chain resilience plans. New risks and challenges may emerge over time, so your strategies should remain dynamic and adaptive.

Conclusion:

Supply chain resilience is not an option but a necessity in today's volatile business environment. By taking proactive steps to prepare for and recover from disruptions, companies can safeguard their operations, maintain customer satisfaction, and reduce financial losses. Prioritizing Supply chain management companies in Singapore VNC Global resilience isn't just a smart business move; it's an essential element of long-term success in an unpredictable world. Start your journey toward resilience today to secure a brighter future for your business.

[aritsukemo]

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[mirick-vn]

1st day of school is tomorrow.... fuck. At least I'll finally get time off my phone and actually socialise :')

Might actually work on the recent au I thought up. still don't know what to call it, but I've already got some scenarios I wanna draw out.

Please help me think of a name 😭😭 I can't call it 'its a vnc au i thought up in the car' forever kancksncksjf