#LOOK AT VANITAS IS EVEN BLUE

[manofmanymons]

You ever just decide on a truth about a character that is 100% canon to you regardless of what actual canon says?

Because I want you to know that in my head and in my heart, Survive Beelzemon has one red eye and one green eye like Dracmon.

"What about the one in the middle" girl idfk it changes like a mood ring ksjsknf

[neversetyoufree]

Every time I look at this illustration I start emotionally chewing glass. Like.

Mochijun has drawn Vanoé back to back and/or with Noé inverted a zillion times, but the strong blue vs red and black vs white color theming in this one really drives home the whole "they're perfect opposites" visual of it all. The contrasting duo of all time.

Vanitas and Noé are chained together, or at least they're both wrapped up in the same chain. And it's the chain from The Book of Vanitas—the initial connection that first binds them together when they meet.

Vanitas and Noé each both have one chess piece behind them that is fully broken rather than just a bit cracked. Vanitas and Noé are also both, as people, deeply haunted by one particular death from their backstory.

Vanitas lost both of his biological parents by his mid teens, and he thought he'd lost Misha as well until recently, but he's always been first and foremost defined by the death of Luna. Luna is his namesake, the source of his powers, and the motivating force behind his self-destructive revenge. There would be no "Vanitas" at all if not for the ways the events around Luna's death broke and defined him. And the shattered chess piece behind Vanitas is a queen piece: a broken matriarch to represent the death of his mother figure.

Noé lost his human grandparents as a small child, and he's been separated from his Archiviste family by death and/or distance, but he is first and foremost defined by the death of Louis. Louis is the one great loss that poured gas on the fire of Noé's savior complex, to the point he even references his failure to save Louis as a reason he has to save Domi in the Amusement Park. Louis is the dead friend he still dreams of years later in Paris. He is the one great specter of grief that even Noé cannot romanticize into something painless. And the shattered chess piece behind Noé is a bishop: the piece best suited to represent a boy who was less noble than a knight but more important than a pawn. (Not to mention, of course, that Louis died in a ruined church).

Vanitas and Noé each have a king piece in the other's color. Noé is biting the blue king piece, and Vanitas is holding the magenta king up to his lips in a way that very much looks kisslike. That would be a loaded piece of imagery in any context, but given that the broken background pieces already establish the use of chess pieces to represent people in this illustration, and given that we know Noé wants to bite Vanitas, it's. Well it's certainly evocative.

This illustration is from right at the very beginning of the series! And it's such a fun teaser of everything we've learned about Vanitas and Noé since. It's got the way they're eternally in contrast yet bound together. It's got subtle references to the deaths that haunt them both. It's got implied sexual tension. It's got foreshadowing.

Truly one of the VnC prints of all time.

[glamourscat]

VANITAS x !VAMPIRE READER HCS

i am one day late but hbd to my fav non vamp that looks and acts more like a vamp than the vamps in his own show

• absolutely HATED that you were another vampire hanging around noè at first. "oh merveilleux, another bloodsucker with a hero complex"

• gets increasingly irritated that you can see right through his act sometimes. you'll just give him this knowing look when he's being particularly dramatic and he DESPISES it (but also kind of doesn't?)

• if you have some kind of “power” like noè does, he will be secretly fascinated by how different you are from other vampires he's met. keeps trying to study you "for research" but really he's just making excuses to be around you

• absolutely loses it when you team up with noè to mother-hen him about his health. "i don't need TWO vampires telling me to sleep!"

• loves riling you up just to see your eyes flash red. will make increasingly outrageous statements just to get a reaction

• gets weirdly quiet when you talk about your childhood with noè. definitely not jealous. nope. not at all. (he's totally jealous)

• gets VERY flustered when you use your vampire strength to pick him up or protect him, but tries to play it off with his usual dramatics

• absolutely despises how you can tell when he's actually hurt vs when he's being dramatic. "stop looking at me like that, i'm FINE"

• has definitely stayed up all night reading your name in the blue moon records multiple times, but will never admit it

• gets oddly soft when you fall asleep near him during research sessions, but will immediately return to his usual self if anyone catches him looking

• Will subtly, or not so subtly, hint at you to drink his blood more than once. and when you do it? Well let’s just say if you two are a match, he won’t be quiet lmao

• noè finds your whole dynamic hilarious and keeps "accidentally" leaving you two alone together

BLURB UNDER THE CUT

The first time you met Vanitas, you'd nearly thrown him out a window.

"Noè," you'd said, holding the struggling human by his collar, "why is there a suspicious man with your book?"

"Put me down this instant, you bloodsucking menace!" The dark-haired man had thrashed in your grip, blue eyes flashing with indignation. "I am the great Vanitas, and that book is rightfully mine!"

You'd turned to Noè, unimpressed. "Can I throw him out the window?"

"Please don't throw my friend out the window, mon amie," Noè had laughed, looking far too amused. "He really is the owner of that book, the book of Vanitas."

You looked at Noè, eyebrow up. Looking between him and the short human. Book of vanitas. But that’s the blue moon vampire. This guy looks everything but a vampire.

Eventually, you set him down. Rather gently, all things considered.

"Your concern for my wellbeing is touching," Vanitas had said sarcastically , straightening his clothes with exaggerated care. "Tell me, do all vampire childhood friends of Noè's manhandle innocent humans, or am I just special?"

"Only the suspicious ones who smell like lies and… cheap cologne."

His eye had twitched. "Charming. Noè, you didn't tell me your friend was so... direct."

"(Y/N) has always been rather protective," Noè had smiled that knowing smile of his. "You two will get along splendidly."

You'd both turned to him with identical looks of horror.

"We absolutely will not—"

"I'd rather drink holy water—"

But Noè had just kept smiling, and somehow... somehow he'd been right. Though you'd both rather die than admit it.

Even now, months later, as you watched Vanitas patch you up, while complaining under his breath something along the lines of "ungrateful bloodsucker," you couldn't help but smile amused. He caught your stare and scowled.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," you said innocently. "Just admiring your terrible manners."

"I could let you bleed out next time, you know."

"No, you couldn't."

His scowl deepened because you were right. You were always right about him and he hated it. Or maybe not. But you didn’t had to know that.

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[animeyanderelover]

I am so glad that you have been requesting for a few of the most underated fandoms that I write about.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, Nsfw, afab reader, masochism, blood kink, bondage, sensory depravation, semi-public sex, praise kink, period sex, actirasty

Nsfw Hc's

Vanitas

🌙Vanitas is a true contradiction when one observes the way he behaves and the way he truly feels like on the inside. This is a man who loves teasing his darling, adores observing your reactions to the mischievous and flirtatious words and gestures he does when around you. However, it all changes the moment when things suddenly start getting more suggestive. That is when Vanitas suddenly gets all flustered and shy, a red blush decorating his cheeks as words fail him. Almost all the time he quickly disappears whenever the atmosphere gets charged. The truth is this: He's scared. Beneath the smug and flirty facade lies after all a man who fears a vulnerable connection. Vanitas doesn't want you to see the broken part of him, doesn't even sleep in the same bed with you out of those fears. So ultimately all of those flirty lines and that bantering attitude is nothing but shallow as Vanitas only enjoys such things when he is not on the receiving end. It takes a long time until he even starts being comfortable enough to let you sleep in the same room as him and it takes even longer until he feels ready to get intimate with you as he knows the weight of bonding as physically close as possible.

🌙​The first time is loaded with tension and fear, all radiating from Vanitas more than from you. Despite the light-hearted jokes and the smirks that he gives it is obvious that his heart is in his throat. His hands are shaking, his grip is constantly tightening before loosening as if he isn't sure just what he is supposed to do, blue eyes quivering as he looks at you as if your face is his anchor in all of this. When your hands rest on his bare chest his breath hitches in his throat as you can hear his heart pounding against your palm. Realising just how scary and insecure he must be feeling at this moment you decide to take charge for a bit and Vanitas allows you to do that, letting you climb on his lap and letting you push his back down onto the mattress. He seeks out your lips the moment they start travelling slowly over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his face as he archs his back, chasing the sensation of those warm and reassuring kisses. All air escapes him the moment you lower yourself on his cock, the sensations crashing down on him unlike anything he has ever experienced. It's the sheer intimacy and the pleasure of it that has him shedding tears by the time his orgasm hits him.

🌙​Outside the bedroom Vanitas adores teasing you, pinching your cheeks or tickling you yet within the sheets he always takes on the role of the submissive partner and you know that he is doing that out of his own free will. There are times where he starts of as a tad bit more bratty, uncooperative due to his embarrassment but that quickly melts away at one point, leaving him actively craving the reassurance and the intimacy of the situation. The only times where he gets really cheeky is when his tongue is buried in your pussy, greedily lapping over the moist flesh as his thumb abuses your clitoris. The sight of that mocking grin of his as your juices stain his mouth and run down his chin is something, blue eyes glinting mischievously as you feel how he starts pushing his fingers slowly into you. As soon as he has given your pleasure you make sure to return that favor, easily able to push him down as he all but relishes in what is going to come next. He blushes fast and easily so the mere act of you pressing kisses over his neck is often already enough to have him squirming around with a pink flush on his face, pants escaping his lips as he tilts his neck to give you better access.

🌙​Vanitas loves being marked if the way he always offers his entire torso to you is something to go by. He especially adores it when you cover his shoulders, his chest and his neck with hickies to the point where he actively begs for you to bite him and use your teeth when you leave him waiting for too long. Honestly, you have a feeling that he has the tiniest masochistic vein within his body as he never fails to gasp and moan the moment you leave bruising kisses, his hips jerking up involuntarily every time you use your teeth to bite down hard on his pale skin. He looks infuriatingly pretty when you pull back to look at your work for a while, the bruises already turning purple on his torso as his chest is heaving and his blue eyes look pleadingly at you, silently begging you to continue. You're almost exclusively always on top because this is how Vanitas wants it, prefering to see the glorious sight of you bouncing on top of him. Sometimes there is this one short flare of his cheeky side taking over as his hands suddenly reach up to squeeze your breasts, giving you a dirty smirk when you gaze at him surprised before that is quickly smothered by his submissive side taking over again as you continue riding him.

🌙​Sensory depravation is a kink you have considered trying with him but it is something that takes Vanitas a while to get comfortable with. Having one of his senses taken from him fills him with some dread even though he knows that in your company he has nothing to fear. Another part of him is simply upset as he doesn't want to deny himself not seeing you, hearing you or touching you. He wants to witness everything after all or otherwise it wouldn't be that special, wouldn't have his heart shaking as much. So there is a reluctant undertone when he agrees eventually to wearing a blindfold, unsure if he is going to be able to enjoy the experience as much if he can't gaze at you. Perhaps it is this very fact that something is taken from him yet dangled so teasingly close to him that adds that new spice to the sex that has him aching so deliciously much, whining and complaining that he wants to see you as his hips chase after yours yet his hands stay obediently where they are as you chirp that he isn't allowed to do so. Bondage works in a similar way, taunting him with ropes that burn just right as he pants and itches to touch you yet can only watch you with a growing blush on his face.

🌙​As much as Vanitas doesn't mind teasing you outside, making you all embarrassed around others, he would never consider doing the same when the both of you have sex. It is a far too intimate and vulnerable experience than to risk being seen by others. There is one exception to this all and that is on rooftops. Vanitas enjoys spending time on high places, especially at night when he can gaze at the stars together with you. Perhaps it is unsurprising that such a nice atmosphere could only ever be a nice setup for indulging in each other's bodily desires as it feels like a safe enough place where both of you are well-hidden from the eyes of others. Vanitas truly doesn't mind if you return some of the cheeky energy that he usually emits but what he loves and wants most during sex is a lot of praise. He carries lots of insecurities with him and degrading words whilst he's beneath you is the last thing that he needs. Instead he craves sweet words and honest praises, especially from his darling and it is this need for reassurance as he lays literally and metaphorically bare beneath you that has him acting as clingy with you afterwards, basking in everything just for a few moments longer.

Noé Archiviste

💜​Noé may appear as almost too innocent yet whilst he can be painfully simple-minded, he is not naive. Sure, he is not an expert but he knows how the basics are supposed to work. He doesn't mention it for the first few months though as he just focuses on spending his time with you. He only starts thinking about it slightly more once the both of you are already in an established relationship and have been together for a while already yet even then he doesn't speak up as he is waiting for something. For you, to be precise. Noé can wait after all and he will do exactly that until he knows that you feel comfortable and are ready as well. After all this activity would be only one more way to express how much love he has for you and for that he wants you to reciprocate the feelings. Whilst some may wonder how exactly he can tell when you are slowly ready or not I believe it is important to point out that Noé is emotionally rather intelligent and has often an accurate gut feeling that guides him and helps him to make the right decision. It is quite similar in this scenario as he can somehow just tell when the thoughts have been crossing your mind which is when he decides to approach you and talk with you.

💜​The first time Noé is nothing but sweet and attentive. He's constantly asking if he can touch you, if you're feeling comfortable and if he is hurting you. The sweet man, bless his soul, even comes up with a safeword in case he is being too rough or you're feeling overwhelmed. As you are a human and he is a vampire he is much more careful, afraid that he might accidentally hurt you as he is physically much stronger than you are. He ensures to prep you, his hands holding your legs apart as he goes down on you with his tongue and only pulls away once you have reached your first orgasm, reassured that you are wet enough now. Even then he is still sweet and slow, taking his time as he pushes his cock slowly inside your warm and plush walls and asking you in between quick kisses that he presses against your face if you're feeling alright and if he is hurting you. By the time his entire length has been pushed inside you, he just holds still for a while to ensure that you are feeling no discomfort or pain all whilst there is a slow blush settling on his face. Once you have given him the signal that you are ready, he sets at a slow tempo, his strokes deep and gentle as purple eyes never leave your face.

💜​Noé is almost exclusively vanilla whenever he makes love to you as he cannot imagine doing anything very wild. What he wants to focus on is you after all and nothing else so bringing anything else into the bedroom would only be an unwanted distraction if at all. There are certain preferences that develop over time and that he discovers as a result, though none of them would be anything that others would raise an eyebrow over. One of those preferences is the fact that he enjoys morning sex a lot. There's just something about waking up to golden sunrays already gracing the sheets both of you are cuddled under, highlighting your pretty face which he can't help but kiss the moment he stirs awake from his deep sleep. Normally when you wake up you're still a bit grumpy and unwilling to stand up already, an attitude which he finds cute. You can gladly be his sweet pillow princess in the morning as he takes care of you the moment you give him permission to do so. Both of you don't even undress fully, just enough so that he can prep you until you're wet enough to take him. It's always very peaceful, the silence only interrupted by soft grunts and moans. Both of you usually just go right back to sleep after.

💜​As a vampire it is hard to deny that your blood isn't calling out to Noé though and that much becomes obvious at times whenever his purple eyes suddenly zoom in on your neck, lingering for a few seconds too long before he tears his gaze away. There are a few things that have held him back from drinking your blood so far though and the most glaring concern is that he can read memories whenever he drinks the blood of others. He doesn't want to swarm around within your mind and read your memories, especially if he accidentally stumbles upon some that you don't want him to read. Then there is also the fear of his that he might hurt you when sinking his fangs into your flesh or that he might get too greedy and lose his control due to the taste of your blood. Still, at times his thirst is killing him as he desperately craves a taste of it. Both of you actually talk about it and he confesses honestly to you about his abilities to read memories. When you eventually give him permission he is half-nervous and half-excited, his gaze searching for yours as his breath is already fawning your neck before his fangs break through your skin and the taste of your blood hits his taste buds.

💜​He would lie if he were to claim that the taste of your blood isn't doing something to him and if you had to judge by the low moan that always leaves his lips or the way his hips increase their speed and his tall body presses you further into the mattress, you can also tell that he enjoys it a lot. His eyes are always red when he pulls away after having consumed some of your blood, the colour initially frightening you a bit yet the warm and adoring glimmer is still the same even if you can see the fangs peeking out from beneath his parted lips. Noé usually likes to read memories of the both of you whenever he consumes your blood during sex as the memories where the both of you met for the first time or when he asked you out for your first date. It always makes his heart and mind feel fussy when he goes through all those memories and reads your own love for him through them, only increasing the love he feels for you in return. Period sex only seems to be a natural next step as your body naturally loses blood during that time though he is a tad bit bashful when he offers it to you for the first time, though that shyness is seemingly gone once you sit on his face and his tongue is wriggling around inside of you.

💜​Eventually he is going to leave a Mark of Possession on you when he drinks blood. It's something that he has been wishing to leave on you for a longer while already yet still he talks with you about it and explains to you what it means in the world of vampires. Once he has left his mark on you he naturally gravitates towards the spot inside and outside of the bedroom. He's constantly pressing kisses against it whenever he can and some part of him even wants others to see the mark. You have a feeling that once he has put this mark on you that he does grow a tad bit more possessive of you but he's still so sweet and open-minded that you don't find yourself minding too much. One sign of that newly awakened possessiveness that makes itself obvious within the bedroom is that he suddenly wants to have you wear some of his clothes when the both of you are making love to each other. You've worn his clothes before but now that seems to have a new effect on him though you obviously still look adorable wearing his stuff, especially once he's on top of you. Points for effort in regards to the aftercare he gives for he has no idea what he's doing but still tries his best to make you feel good.

[bitemevanitas]

okay so like Vanitas/ vampire reader and like they bite him often and at one point he gets the feeling they’re just there to use his body for blood and they like. have to reassure him that they love him and he’s more than what he can offer physically and eventually convinces him he’s enough and loved for himself despite everything 💙

Essence du Cœur

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: The Case Study of Vanitas

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Vanitas x GN!Reader

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎: hurt/comfort, fluff

𝚆/𝙲: 1.036

Your home in Jardin du Printemps was quiet this evening, the gentle hum of Parisian nightlife muffled by heavy velvet drapes drawn over the windows.

The air in your room smelled faintly of candle wax. Across the room, you sat at the vanity, brushing out your hair with slow, methodical strokes.

Vanitas sat on the edge of the bed, slightly slouched, his head bowed as his fingers rubbed absently at the nape of his neck.

His blue bow lay discarded on the floor, his collar undone, his hairband gone. The soft curls of his dark hair fell into his eyes, half-shadowing the weary look beneath.

The twin puncture marks on his neck stood out against his fair skin—fresh, still tingling from your fangs.

You hadn’t hesitated when he arrived tonight. The moment he’d climbed through your window, you had been on him, pressing yourself into him as you sank your fangs into his throat. You had been insatiable, drinking from him greedily, hands tangled in his coat as though you could pull him closer still.

He hadn’t stopped you. Hadn’t spoken. He had only held the back of your head, fingers threading through the silk of your hair, keeping ypu close as you sucked his blood.

At first, this arrangement had been fine. Vanitas was used to being used. It was easier that way. If he was only useful for his blood, then there were no expectations, no risks. But lately..

Lately, something inside of him had begun to ache in a way he didn’t understand.

Two weeks. He had deliberately made himself scarce for two weeks, waiting, watching. Would you come looking for him? Would you notice something was wrong?

You hadn’t.

And when the loneliness had won out, he’d come crawling back to your door, only for you to drink your fill with that same fervor, without question, without pause.

Had you even missed him? Or were you simply missing his blood?

Vanitas exhaled sharply through his nose. The weight in his chest was unbearable, like a gnawing thing clawing at his ribs. He had spent his whole life running, pushing people away before they could ever get close enough to matter—and yet here he was, desperate for you to care.

What a fool.

Across the room, you set your brush down with a soft clink.

"You’re sulking," you noted, eyes meeting his through the mirror’s reflection.

Vanitas scoffed. "I don’t sulk."

"Yeah, you do."

You turned in your seat, studying him, and the look in your eyes made something in his stomach twist. You looked calm, composed—like always. Did you even see what you were doing to him?

"Tell me what’s wrong," you murmured.

Vanitas' fingers curled into the sheets. "Nothing."

You frowned, head tilting ever so slightly. "Liar."

Vanitas barked out a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You’re awfully demanding tonight, ma chérie."

Your lips pressed into a thin line, displeased with the way he danced around you. But he always did. He always did.

Vanitas let the silence stretch before speaking again, his voice lower this time, strained.

"Two weeks," he said.

You blinked, confused. "What?"

"I stayed away for two weeks."

You hesitated, unsure of what he meant, and that hesitation was what undid him.

His jaw clenched, his hands curling tighter into the fabric beneath him. "Did you even notice?"

You stiffened. "Of course I noticed."

"So, did you come looking for me? Once, at all?"

You opened your mouth, but no answer came.

"You didn’t hesitate," he interjected, his voice sharper this time. He scoffed, tilting his head with a crooked smirk, but there was no humor in his expression. "Not even a second."

You got up from your seat, studying him carefully. "You were offering."

Vanitas let out a short, breathy laugh—exasperated, bitter. "Was I?"

The sudden shift in his tone sent a shiver of unease through you, but you kept your expression composed. "Vanitas. What is this about?"

He clenched his jaw, fingers tapping against his knee, irritation creeping into his every movement. He had felt this way before, in the past—when people used him, when he was nothing more than a tool or an experiment, when the love he craved was always conditional.

The words escaped before he could stop them.

"Do you care about me? Just a little bit?"

Silence.

You stared at him, lips parted slightly, as if the very idea was too absurd to process. "..What?"

Vanitas rose to his feet abruptly, pacing a few steps before turning to face you. His movements were tense, restless, his hands gesturing sharply as he spoke. "It’s just convenient, isn’t it?" His voice was lighter now, almost mocking. "You can always drink your fill without consequence."

Your brows furrowed. "But, I have never—"

"And what a lovely arrangement this is!" Vanitas continued, his grin widening, but his eyes were dark, gleaming with something closer to hurt than amusement. "Two years, and now here we are—so dreadfully in love, and yet—" He stepped closer, voice dropping lower, accusing. "You never say no when I offer, do you?"

He paced toward the window, his coat swaying with the movement.

"Forget it," he muttered, shaking his head. "I don’t know what I was expecting."

You frowned, standing as well. "Vanitas—"

"I'll be on my way."

And he meant it this time. He didn’t want to be here. Didn’t want to see that unreadable look in your beautiful eyes. Didn’t want to let this aching thing inside of him get any worse.

But before he could reach the window, a sudden force slammed into him, knocking the breath from his lungs.

"—!?"

You tackled him clean off his feet, and the next thing he knew, his back hit the mattress with a thump.

His vision blurred for a moment, his pulse hammering as he tried to process what had just happened—only to find himself pinned beneath you, arms tight around his neck, your weight pressing down into his lap.

His breath hitched.

"Hey—"

"Shut up."

His eyes went wide. Your voice wasn’t sharp, wasn’t angry. It was soft, quiet—like a lullaby, like a sigh.

You clung to him, cheek pressed against his, your fingers weaving into his hair.

"Stop running from me," you whispered.

Vanitas swallowed hard, his entire body rigid beneath her. "I’m not—"

"You already did, but I won't let you again."

Slowly, you squeezed him tighter, your warmth sinking into his skin. He could feel the faint tremor in your hands, feel the way you nuzzled against his jaw as if trying to soothe him.

"I love you, Vanitas," you murmured. "Not your blood. You."

He went still.

You exhaled, your breath ghosting over his ear. "You’re an idiot. A sweet, reckless idiot, and I love you. And I won’t let you run off anymore."

His heart stuttered, his lips parting as if to argue—but then you began pressing kisses against his face.

One at his temple. Another at his cheek. Another at the bridge of his nose.

He made a strangled sound, heat flooding his face. "Slow down—!"

You didn’t stop.

His protests faded into incoherent sputtering as you peppered him with kisses, your lips brushing over every inch of his face, your arms wrapped around him like an unbreakable chain.

His breath was shaking. His mind was reeling.

And yet..

His hands moved before he could stop them, settling at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sleep garments.

You finally pulled back just enough to look down at him, your eyes unbearably tender.

"You are loved, Vanitas," you whispered.

And suddenly, he couldn’t breathe.

The ache inside him, the one that had gnawed at him for weeks, unraveled all at once.

You were here. And you saw him. You chose him.

Vanitas squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face against your shoulder, arms tightening around you in a way that made his fingers tremble.

He hated how much he needed this.

You sighed, stroking the back of his head. "Poor thing," you murmured. "How didn't I notice earlier?"

Vanitas huffed, a quiet, tired sound.

But he didn’t let go.

Soon enough, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting gentle silver lines across the bed.

The city outside hummed quietly, but here, everything was still.

You sat propped against the plush pillows, legs slightly bent, and nestled between them���wrapped in warmth, hidden beneath the duvet—was Vanitas.

His arms curled loosely around your waist, his breath slow and steady against your collarbone, lips parted ever so slightly in sleep.

Your fingers ghosted over his hair, stroking through the dark strands with a quiet tenderness. It was rare to see him like this. Still. Unburdened. Vulnerable.

You had never truly known restlessness until you met Vanitas. He was a storm, wild and reckless, never content to remain in one place for long.

Even in your quietest shared moments, there was always an edge to him—always something held back, something hidden beneath his easy smiles and flippant remarks.

But here, like this.. he wasn’t hiding.

Your hand trailed from his hair to his cheek, thumb brushing lightly over his skin. He was warmer than usual, likely from the exhaustion that had finally caught up to him.

You exhaled softly, your touch featherlight as you traced absent patterns against his back.

He had tried to push you away tonight. Had convinced himself that you only wanted what you could take from him.

That he was nothing more than his blood.

Your gaze softened, fingers pressing lightly against his scalp. Foolish boy.

He shifted slightly in his sleep, nuzzling closer, a quiet sigh slipping from his lips as he clung to you, fingers bunching up the fabric of your sleepwear.

You smiled.

For all his outward confidence, for all his attempts to remain untouchable, Vanitas still craved warmth. He still needed this.

And you would give it to him. Always.

Your arms circled him fully now, cradling him against yourself as you pressed a lingering kiss to his temple.

"Rest well, mon chérie," you whispered against his skin. "I’ll still be here when you wake."

Vanitas murmured something unintelligible, half-stirring before settling again, his breath fanning against your chest.

You snickered softly, resuming your gentle strokes through his hair.

You would hold him for as long as he needed.

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.

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[sun-undone]

okay continuing my case study of vanitas rewatch, i need to gush about the scene where noe drinks domi's blood in the carriage cause it is WILD

i mean first off, it's very clear on a rewatch that noe is thinking about louis when he is drinking from domi, which really sums up the tragedy of noe and domi's relationship, especially from domi's pov. cause she KNOWS, doesn't she? she has such a complex about her being the one to survive instead of louis, only made worse by her knowledge of just how much noe misses him and continues to suffer years later because of his death. she knows that noe wants her blood not because of any romantic or lustful feelings he has for her in particular, but because 1) she reminds him of louis, and 2) he doesn't have to face the burden of his power with her. not only does noe bring up domi "smelling good" RIGHT AFTER she mentions what happened to louis, but we even get a flash of louis tempting noe with his blood after domi asks if he craves HER blood, both of which really highlight noe's true object of desire in this scene. with that, knowing how the other blood drinking scenes are framed after this, it's striking how subdued this one is, and i do think it's because of those complicated feelings of unrequited love and regret and grief between noe and domi.

we only see domi's face as the actual drinking happens, and she does look like she's enjoying herself, but her body is tense, and there is no blush on her cheeks. on a first watch, this scene seemed incredibly sensual (and it still kind of is in a way) but taken in context with the other blood drinking scenes and with full knowledge of noe and domi's relationship??? it's SO detached and cold and even depressing. the focus is clearly on domi and her desire to be wanted by noe, which once again, becomes so much deeper on a rewatch because i genuinely believe that a lot of domi's apparent attraction to noe is simply because of her own guilt and self-hatred and desire to help noe deal with his grief. do i think she loves noe? ABSOLUTELY. as a brother! it's literally canon that she started dressing and presenting herself more like louis after his death BECAUSE OF HOW SAD NOE WAS, so i don't think it's a stretch to think that she would still have an urge to fulfill that role with noe by being sort of a stand-in for louis during this intimate moment. she knows that noe and louis had a "more than friends" kind of relationship, even if they never got the chance to explore it, so in her mind, allowing noe to drink from her (an inherently sexual act as framed in this anime) is a way for him to have a taste (pun intended) of what could've been. she knows she's being used, that blood drinking is supposed to feel better than this for both parties, but her own survivor's guilt and deep affection for noe are so strong that she's decided it's worth it.

AND THEN, as if that wasn't enough analysis, there's the fucking cut to vanitas outside the door. at the beginning of the scene, it's clear that he's lurking because he wants to know what he's in for when they get to the ball and how wary he needs to be of domi. and it could've just ended there! that one cut to vanitas as domi and noe are talking about him already told us something about his character: that he's much more cunning and calculated than he has presented himself so far. it's also important that he hears domi reference noe's guilt about "what happened years ago". that could've been it!!! but NO. they cut BACK to him once the blood drinking has started so we can see his face as he listens to the gasps of domi and noe. and it feels SO. INCREDIBLY. LONELY. that shot of him sitting against the wall with the slash of moonlight cutting into the shadows and all the purples and blues around him cannot evoke anything else but loneliness in my mind. they even go so far as to give us a close-up of his expression too, just in case we missed his sulking the first time. and he could move further away from the door!!!! but he doesn't!!!!! there's some part of him that is fascinated by the intimacy of the act, so he continues being a freaky little voyeur.

now obviously i'm gonna read this through the vanoe lens, so i find it incredibly pointed that this scene happens in the same episode as vanitas offering his blood to jeanne. CLEARLY, the two scenes are linked, right???? they're meant to be paralleled???? so since domi is a stand-in for someone else, it stands to reason that maybe jeanne could be a stand-in for someone else, too? perhaps the one vampire who vanitas can NEVER let drink from him, as per his self-imposed, self-destructive restriction? he can't have noe, so he'll use jeanne instead as a safer avenue for exploring whatever romantic or sexual feelings that are supposed to arise from blood drinking. and even if you don't read it as a vanoe thing, i think there's still something to be said for vanitas yearning for SOME form of intimacy that won't hurt him but also won't lay him bare. he lost (slash destroyed?) the only family he ever had and set upon this quest to save his soul under the guise of saving others, acting as if he doesn't have a care in the world, but he is DEEPLY lonely and scarred by what has been done to him as well as what he himself has done. even if he's not using jeanne as a conscious stand-in for noe in this episode, noe still represents the raw vulnerability that he is petrified of and also somewhere, deep inside of him, he desires more than anything else.

once i get to that scene i'll probably do another analysis properly comparing and contrasting it with the carriage scene cause i'm sure there's a ton to say there

EDIT after rewatching episode 5: okay i think i put a bit too much emphasis on domi not having pure romantic feelings for noe and i just think it's important to add that i don't think that's entirely true. she clearly had a crush on him when they were kids, and i think those feelings got irreparably twisted when louis died and domi found out the truth about their family choosing her over him. does she probably still have romantic feelings for noe and not see him as just a brother? yes i think so, but that desire can't be separated from the very complicated guilt and self-loathing she feels for herself as well as her belief that noe probably wishes that she had died in louis' place cause noe loved him more romantically than he loved her. the layers of tragedy really never end do they

[dioslesbianwife]

Hope you’re having a lovely week!!!! ^_^ I unfortunately can’t link any gifs otherwise I would’ve sent the stupid yellow emoji rubbing has hands together menacingly BUT this req can be taken as nsfw or not it’s all up to you :3 idk whether or not you’ve seen the Case Study of Vanitas but there’s a scene where Vanitas (mc) and Jeanne (vampire female lead) get covered in snow which makes their clothes wet and they end up huddling together for warmth butt naked and Vanitas is both sick and embarrassed,, anyway can you write something similar for the human jofoes x nonhuman reader because I can’t imagine Kars, DIO, or Toru getting sick😭😭 —🦇

tyy, i haven't seen it but sure! and yeah i definitely don't think kars gets sick and doubt dio or tooru do either lol hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <333

Yoshikage Kira

You weren’t expecting a blizzard.

Neither was Kira. But he was more annoyed than surprised, tugging his soaked jacket tighter around him with a scowl as you both ducked into a half-collapsed cottage, the only shelter in the middle of this cursed, snow-slicked forest.

He’d been following you. Not that he’d admit it.

You were inhuman- mysterious, with abilities that made his skin prickle with interest. 

When your clothes turned to ice from the snow and your lips turned blue, Kira relented. “Get undressed. You’ll freeze otherwise.”

You blinked at him.

He flushed.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not a pervert- I just don’t want to haul your frozen corpse through the woods.”

Eventually, both of you are stripped down and huddled under his coat, skin-to-skin. Your nonhuman warmth is strange to him- as if your body doesn’t follow the same rules. Kira’s heartbeat is sharp and fast, and his hand rests- hesitantly- on your spine.

“You’re lucky I hate the cold,” Kira mutters. “Or I’d be a lot more composed right now.”

Diavolo

The snowstorm hits fast. Too fast.

Even he couldn’t predict how quickly it would become a full whiteout. And now he’s trapped in a ruined building with you, the inhuman creature he’s been tracking. He won’t admit to being intrigued by your power, by your scent, by the way you’ve looked at him like you saw through everything.

His teeth are chattering. His tailored suit is soaked. You’re trembling- then you collapse. He curses and catches you.

You both strip in silence. He doesn’t speak until you’re curled in his lap, your skin pulsing with odd warmth.

“…You shouldn’t affect me like this.”

You turn your head, cheek against his chest. “You’re the one holding me.”

Diavolo’s grip tightens. “...”

You smile faintly. “That’s what I thought.”

The heat between your bodies is unbearable now- not just physical. Diavolo’s eyes stay on your face, intense, unreadable.

Doppio

Doppio is freaking out.

He wasn’t dressed for snow. He wasn’t even dressed for walking in general- his shoes are thin, his sleeves are soaked, and his nose is turning red.

You tug him into a cave, gently guiding him down. “We need body heat,” you explain calmly.

He stammers. “B-b-body heat?? Like- like cuddling?? Like naked cuddling??!”

You nod. “Humans die of exposure. I won’t let you die.”

His brain short-circuits. He’s stripping off layers with a thousand apologies, and when you start undressing too, he shrieks and covers his eyes- until you pull him into your lap like a baby chick.

“Y-You’re… warm…”

You hum and stroke his hair. “So are you.”

He goes very, very still. He feels your heartbeat. And then your not-so-human warmth washes over him like a dream.

Diavolo mutters to him, deeply unimpressed. “Foolish. Pathetic.”

Doppio sighs and ignores him.

Enrico Pucci

The Lord tests him.

That’s what Pucci tells himself as the wind howls and the snow lashes across his skin like punishment.

He hadn’t meant to cross paths with you like this- slipping into this realm, chasing after Stand anomalies and divine signs, and finding you instead.

You, with your shimmering eyes and voice like a hymn in reverse.

You, who radiate warmth in the storm like an angel… or something far more dangerous.

You're the one who pulls him into the abandoned chapel, whose stained-glass windows are frosted over, whose pews are caked in dust. You're the one who helps him strip his wet robes from his shoulders, who says, calm and even, “You’ll die if you don’t warm up.”

“I trust in God,” he answers, shivering.

“You can trust in me too,” you murmur.

When you press your body to his- bare skin, barely human, your warmth unnatural and engulfing- Pucci gasps.

It’s not lust. Not quite. It’s need. The kind of need that terrifies him. The kind that makes him grip your hip and whisper Latin prayers to calm the trembling in his limbs.

Your head rests on his shoulder. Your breath touches his neck.

“I don’t think God minds this,” you murmur.

He flinches. “He’s always watching.”

“Good. Then He can see how content you look like this.”

Pucci’s next prayer is choked and blushing.

Funny Valentine

He’s been in worse situations.

He tells himself that as the snow drenches his hair, seeps through the fine fabric of his coat, and turns his skin a sickly shade of white.

Your presence had unsettled him even before the blizzard. A nonhuman anomaly with no allegiance, no origin. He didn’t trust you. Still doesn’t.

But your body radiates heat.

The kind that lets you walk through the snow while his legs go numb.

When you offer shelter under a fallen tree- half-hollowed by time and roots- you do so with a solemnity he almost respects.

You’re already peeling off his coat. He startles. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Saving your life, Mr. President.”

Your tone is teasing, but your hands are steady. By the time he’s lying beneath the arch of wood, shirtless, freezing, and indignant, you’re pressing your almost-too-warm body against his chest, tucking your limbs around him like you’ve done this a hundred times.

“I could arrest you for this,” he mutters.

“I could let you freeze,” you reply, voice a purr.

His hair is damp. His cheek rests on your shoulder.

Valentine grits his teeth. “This is highly inappropriate.”

You smile. “I know. Try not to fall in love with me.”

He exhales a shaky breath. Too late.

Diego Brando

Diego is PISSED.

He was on horseback. He was tracking you. And then some goddamn snowstorm- probably your doing, you little freak- got him lost in the middle of nowhere.

His boots are soaked. His pants are plastered to his legs. His temper is barely restrained.

When you appear beside him, cloak wrapped tight around your frame, he actually bares his teeth.

“You planned this,” he growls.

“How the hell would I create a snowstorm?”

“You- ” he starts, then blinks as your hand slides behind his neck, pulling him toward a hidden cave.

Inside, it’s dry. Quiet. His breath fogs the air.

You’re undressing again. Not even seductively. Just casually. As if this is normal.

“You expect me to- ” he starts.

“I expect you to live. Naked bodies share heat. I assumed a reptile would know that.”

He huffs, flushing red. “Don’t call me that.”

He’s already halfway undressed before he realizes you’re grinning.

When you curl beside him, Diego doesn’t say a word. Just scowls, hot-faced, and silently prays you don’t notice how fast his heart’s beating.

You do. Of course you do.

“You’re kinda cute when you’re mad.”

He growls again. This time, much weaker.

[projectcaramel]

Obey Me! Random Headcanon #7

The Brothers' Favorite Anime

Lucifer

Well-Known - SPY X FAMILY; he thinks it's cute and appreciates the sentiment of being able to live in a happy family despite the secrets hidden away. For obvious reasons, he relates to Loid the most.

More Obscure - THE CASE STUDY OF VANITAS; he likes the portrayal of vampires and likes to compare it to Bram Stoker's Dracula. His favorite character is Dominique de Sade, whom he refers to as "tragic and feisty."

Mammon

Well-Known - ONE PIECE; he's just one of those people that loves to scream "THE ONE PIECE IS REAAAALLLL" and likes the treasure-hunting aspect combined with the camaraderie.

More Obscure - BLUE EXORCIST; funny, right? He used to mock Satan every time his name popped up until the couch was destroyed. He thinks Rin is cool and argues with Lucifer all the time that he's better than Yukio.

Leviathan

Well-Known - SWORD ART ONLINE; Levi likes the concept more than the characters if he's honest, but he thinks Heathcliff is a total boss.

More Obscure - THE EMINENCE IN SHADOW; like many people who watch Isekai, Levi thinks the tropes start to get a little too copy-and-paste after a while, and he appreciates the parody. He loves Cid and goes into great detail to explain why the anime is genius.

Honorable mention - SAO ABRIDGED because Levi also loves it 10x more than the original even if it's fan-made.

Satan

Well-known - BLACK BUTLER; A revenge plot mixed up with detective stories and a cruel demon butler that loves cats? He vibes with Sebastian and would like him *just a little more* if Levi hadn't pointed out that he looks like Lucifer.

More Obscure - MORIARTY THE PATRIOT; it's Sherlock but anime; what more could he ask for? When asked who his favorite character is, he usually can't decide between the Moriarty's because he likes all of them for different reasons and usually says William by default.

Asmodeus

Well-Known - INUYASHA; Loves it for the romance and thinks Inuyasha and Kagome make a great couple. He even likes the "Inuyasha... Kagome... Inuyasha! ... Kagome!" moments.

More Obscure - KAGUYA-SAMA LOVE IS WAR; Wants to kiss half of the cast because they're beautiful and will sometimes yell at the screen when Shinomiya and Shirogane misunderstand each other (he ships it hard).

Beelzebub

Well-Known - VIOLET EVERGARDEN; he cries every single time, but he loves it because Violet reminds him of Lilith, and he likes how it has a hopeful ending.

More Obscure - FOOD WARS!; It's literally a cooking show, and he couldn't be happier. The fanservice often goes over his head until one of his brothers mumbles something about it, at which point he might feel embarrassed.

Belphegor

Well-Known - JUJUTSU KAISEN; he likes it because it's more on the dark side; his favorite character is Mahito and has remarked at least once that he thinks it would be fun to carry humans in his pocket like that (he said this specifically to scare you).

More Obscure - MAOU-JOU DE OYASUMI; he loves this series because it's all about his favorite past-time. He often writes down what Princess Suyaris says, muttering "wow, I never thought about doing that..."

-- Caramel: I have watched a lot of anime. It was difficult to narrow down a list of more than 80 to 14, but I hope you enjoyed! --

[vanitas-no-carter-fanfics]

Reader telling Vanitas that they like his affection because they never had someone show affection towards them or had anyone that made them feel loved

Happy to do this! It sound really wholesome so I'd love to write this, it will start are little angsty but it will get better and wholesome.

-J ----------------- -----------------

It was getting hard day by day for (Name) she couldn't stop that cold hold around her that made her feel so lonely. That light she would often fight for it to stay flickering even if that flame was slowly suffocating, but it was becoming too much. She wanted that warmth so desperately but with nights light this as she stood at a railing of her balcony she wanted nothing more than to simply let that flicker of a flame finally suffer out.

A simple touch on her face, hair being moved behind her ear. It startled her. She was unaware of a certain someone dropping in unannounced. Vanitas was smiling at her in that feline way when he felt mischievous-- (Name) was surprised and once she registered it was Vanitas she forced a smile. The man with the blue eyes noticed the forced smile. It never went past him. He always had eyes for her and so he was so in tuned to notice the subtle shifts in her features. His feline smile soften as he now rested his hand on her cheek. It was then he felt the way she seemed to lean into his touch.

"You seem to surprise me even now" he said softly as he watched her "If I knew any better I would say that you enjoy my touch" He said playfully but he noticed the way she moved from his touch as she turned her attention to the view her balcony offered in the nightfall. "I do enjoy it..." she said softly her arms folded on the railing. Vanitas was quiet as he followed suit as he leaned with his arms folded on the railing. He then felt how (Name) leaned her head on his shoulder her smiling was more genuine but it was a sad smile as she watched the sky. "At first it did surprise me" she said softly "But the more you would would hold me or compliment me I slowly started to accept it... I started to look forward to your words and your touch" Vanitas looked down at her, taking in her features at how she talked about their dynamic. He could have chosen to be playful and tease her for the way she spoke but something told him to take this seriously for once. "For someone so is so warm towards others you make it sound like no one has ever shown you affection" he said softly. (Name) looked up to see his stare on her. She smiled sadly with a small shrug "You're right... I've never had any affection show to me" she said softly before looking back to the view of the night sky. Vanitas noticed a subtle shiver. Taking off his cloak he wrapped it around her as he wrapped an arm around her his hand rubbing her arm to warm her up. "I know you don't like showing vulnerability" she said with a small fond smile to herself by his actions "but I do appreciate what you do for me even if you'd hate to admit it... but you have shown me love and affection that I have never had the experience of having" Vanitas was quiet but he smiled softly. He felt warmth bubble up inside of him as he tried to hide the smile on his face.

(Name) turned to look at him with a fond smile on her face. She was grateful for Vanitas. From how she felt before she was feeling that warmth that only seemed to provide her that made that licker of a flame grow stronger "Thank you for being here Vanitas" she said with fondness. Vanitas secretly liked the fact that he could be someone that people could rely on. He may hate humans and vampires alike but something about (Name) made him think that maybe if he had to accept someone he would with out a doubt accept (Name) in a heart beat "Then you can count on me (Name)" he said looking down at her with a big smile.

[justchelleing]

Day 3: Longing till Dawn

╰⁠(⁠ ft. Vanitas, fem reader

The soft breeze of Paris, with the fragrance of flowers lingering in its presence. The blue moon shone upon the creaked windows of where Noe was sleeping at. On the roof, Vanitas found himself humming the familiar tune, his eyes reflecting the midnight sky. Was it the wine that made him miss her presence? With thoughts racing through his mind, "would she have liked this scent? This aroma?" Everything in Paris reminded him of her. Perhaps she had truly used her alchemy on him, making him see her— maybe even miss her in the littlest of things. Her eyes had reflected the world, it reflected him, happier and more laid back than ever. Nights like these, were where he couldn't help but worry about her.

He remembered Misha asking him back then, "brother is it true that curses and illnesses can be cured by love? Because father told me this story that.." words came inside his ear then out the other, love huh? What is it about love that the moment he hears of it he thought of her? Maybe it was love that he felt then, should love be a cure to ailments, he is the plague to his own mind and she is his medicine. How funny it is that he's having these thoughts now, let alone want to remember particular memories, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to reminiscence, after all, it's been so long since he's last talked or written to her, let alone see her.

"What do you want be when you grow up?" Luna's voice clashed with the howling wind as the four of them sat on the grass, where the moonlight along with the pale blue flowers provided them with light.

Vanitas pondered the question, his supposed reply being, "Misha and I won't even make it that long because of the experiment" but he was cut off by Misha's cheerfulness when he hadn't even had the chance to say anything.

"Like father!" It made him want to scoff and give Misha a reality check, but he stopped, grumbling something incoherent instead, a small smile on his lips as Misha put the flower crown on Luna's head, a gentle smile on her lips. The moment his eyes met hers, he looked away and she didn't push him to answer just yet.

"I want to be a doctor someday, travelling all around the world, providing miracles to those who lost hope." your voice rang through his ears as he felt you put a flower crown on his head with a smile. "Alchemy used for medicine, rather simple than what my family tried to achieve with their talents, but either way it can continue their legacy of helping others, whether it be humans or vampires" you laid down the soft cushion of flowers, Vanitas following beside you, then Misha squeezed in between the two of you, with Luna humming a random tune of comfort which you soon followed with a tune of your own.

His humming came to an end as he felt the warm rise of the sun on his skin. It was another day that he had to cure vampires with Noe, and yet another day that he'd hope for a sign of you.

[neversetyoufree]

Oh hey, I just noticed another small VnC detail that never caught my eye before. Something is alive and moving in the background of Doctor Moreau's lab while Vanitas, Luna, and Misha are having their first big conversation.

Throughout this scene, Luna and Mikhail are very consistently drawn in front of Vanitas. Yet, while they're mid-conversation, we pause for a couple of panels as Vanitas is startled by the sound of a clatter from behind him. Someone or something else is moving around in Moreau's lab that we don't see.

Now, this could be Moreau or a scientist shifting post-knockout. It could even just be rubble falling. I doubt that, though, as it would be a little odd odd to dwell on Vanitas's confusion at the sound if it were something so unimportant.

Also, we see behind Vanitas in an earlier part of this scene.

None of Moreau's unconscious people are behind him, and it doesn't look like there's anything in immediate danger of crumbling to the ground either. There is, however, a door that leads to another part of the lab.

Technically Vanitas could be hearing the sounds of scientists moving around behind the door, but again, what would be the point of that? We already know that Moreau and his people are mostly just knocked out, not dead, so having Vanitas stop in the middle of a big important scene to go "what was that sound" about a couple of Moreau's offscreen assistants would feel like kind of a waste of panels. I don't think Mochijun would dwell on this if these panels weren't meant to be conveying something important that we didn't already know.

As an alternate explanation, there is one other person besides Moreau's henchmen and the Blue Moon brothers that was probably in the lab the night Luna attacked. One person whose whereabouts during/after this moment we know nothing about.

I think these panels are Vanitas hearing the sound of Number 70 moving around in the lab.

Unless I'm forgetting something, I don't think we know whether Number 70 remained in Moreau's custody as he rebuilt or if they were "lost" to him as well. There might actually be a chance that No. 70 managed to (or tried to) escape this same night as Luna destroyed Moreau's lab.

[glamourscat]

Hello hello!

If/when you have the time to do so, it'd be pretty cool to see some headcannons about the type of nerd stuff Tim does/is into. Like what kinds of games and shows he's into, "nerdy" behaviors of his, would he ever cosplay, etc. I personally think that he'd be into Dungeons and Dragons (not sure to what degree though).

Also, as an alternative, you could do headcannons about Tim with a nerdy!S/O who "matches his freak", so to speak.

Anyway, that's pretty much it! Have a nice day/night!

TIM DRAKE NERDY HOBBIES HCS

Tim being into DnD is actually canon! The game he played in the comics was called Warlocks and Warriors

So, to what degree would he play? I think a pretty serious one

Not necessarily every week game night sort of thing, but at least once at month, or when he and his group can regroup to play together

I can see him going deep into the character making. Choosing the name accurately to the ability they have, the powers and so on

He wouldn’t be necessarily into “solving” games, like cluedo, for example. He is a vigilante, it’s a big part of him sure, but he also needs a break you know?

Games that represent too “close” to his real life would be a no no from the get go. Monopoly, cluedo and anything of the sorts

He is the type to prefer table games. Regrouping with his friends and play cards or anything really, just makes his night

In terms of video games I can see him play mini games (?) like small horror, thrilling ones on his pc. Otherwise he enjoys going to the arcade more. 80/90s style games are more up to his liking

Though, something he really LOVES, is Pokémon. He has a Nintendo switch just to play Pokémon games

Guilty pleasure are cooking mama, animal crossing and super Mario

The type to download the sim just to recreate you guys on the game and your love life

Loves legos. Especially the big set ones, he finishes them so quickly

A star wars fan

I see him as someone who really would enjoy watching anime and reading manga

Definitely fantasy ones, especially ones with mythical creatures, aka vampires (?) idk I just get those vibes

But heavy on the type of anime that play mind games. That are filled with mysteries, foreshadows and twists, confusion and maybe dive slightly into psychology too

JJK, blue exorcist (manga), attack of titans, erased, Steins:Gate, detective Conan, the case study of vanitas, odd taxi, psycho pass, the perfect insider, black butler, death note, monster

He would love to go to anime conventions

Definitely the type to lose himself around the stands 24567 times

Buys way too much merch

Has an extended collection of Funko pops, mangas, collectors editions and figures

Very big on graphic novels, comics and fantasy books too!

He is into coding. Something he really enjoys is creating little interactive websites pages for his s/o

Like this one

Collects the most random shit. Like I imagine him travelling for missions, state to state or outside the US and all of the sudden he brought back a collection of the most obscure handmade thing he could find in that place.

Big into astronomy. Hell, he is the type to randomly say in a conversation “today Mars will be visible at so and so degree, so I’m busy tonight” (I don’t even know if that’s possible but that’s besides the point)

Photography, although not as “nerdy”, he loves it. His style is more urban leaning. He manages to capture what he wants in his work perfectly

lastly, HE DEFINETLY COSPLAYS!!! i mean, look at canon

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[strayheartless]

So... How about a Strifehart Beauty and the Beast AU?

Why you ask? well because I had the idea of, instead of Squall being the beast - as I feel most would assume - you have Cloud as the beast.

It would't follow the movie, simply because Cloud already has a bit of a beast story in his own right. However, the bare bones are essentially the same. Squall is a handsome single young man, living in Traverse town with his mad inventor adoptive father Cid Highwind. The two have been travelling in search of Cid's Husband and Squall's Sister and Biological father, only now they are having to settle in this quaint little dead end town because somebody (*Couch* Cid *Cough*) had a "pulminary event" and "Requires Rest".

It would be fine if there weren't so many judgy yet completely sexually fustrated people in this damn place! Squall is forever stuck between people who think he's broody and strange and therefore want to exclude him; or people who think he's broody and strange and therefore want to sleep with him. The Fact that Squall doesn'y get a say in either of these options is deeply fustrating.

One day the notion takes Cid to Ride out to the nearest City on the map (Radient Garden.) and see if there is any need for an inventor of his calibor there, even if its just to Get Squall away from that one prostitute in district two who keeps propositioning him. Squall Stays to mind the Items shop in his absense, spending his days either in the forge making weapons, or with his nose in a Weapons monthly magazine.

after about three weeks Squall gets uncomfortable with how long Cid has been gone and decides to take his own bike out to the Gardens to find the old coot. All the way there the feeling of unease grows as its obvious that Radient Garden's has long since fallen into abandoned disrepare. theres also the problem with the fact that he's almost certain he's being watched. Something keeps moving at the edges of his vision, and every now and then a silver flash will wave between the tree's, quick as the wind.

Then he see's it. The Large towering Castle that looks impossibly precarious looming there on the horizon.

Hollow Bastion.

Upon entering the Castle, Squall isnt met by centient furniture but talking animals. Theres the Lion cub twins Sora and Roxas, the grouchy Snow Lepord Riku, The unflappable doe Aerith and her fawn daughters Namine and Kairi, Tifa the black mare and her daughter Xion. Then there is the Alsatian Terra, the Blue Jay Aqua, The mouse Ventus and the... rather sullen Black Maine coon Vanitas. Finding out they talked had nearly sent Squall up the wall, thinking he'd gone mad, But Sora had tugged and at his hand gently with his mouth and led Squall to exactly where he needed to be. To Cid.

Strangly Cid has been given a bedroom rather than a cell, and a fire had been lit in the hearth. He has a a damp cloth over his forehead and a thick Blanket thrown over him to ward off any reamining chill he may be suffering. Squall is about to question the animals about it as he rushes to wash the tepid cloth and replace it, Checking Cids pulse just to be sure, but as he turns to adress Sora he is Shot through the heart with fear at the burning bright greeny blue eyes that glare at him from a deeply -almost unnatually- shadowed corner.

"you are a trespasser in this place," says the voice Squall assumes belongs to the terrifying eyes. It's smooth but low, almost rural in its accent. Not the kind of Voice you'd expect from a monster lurking in the shadows. Still, Squall dare not move, almost feeling pinned by those luminescent eyes.

"I came to find my father, nothing more. How was I to know he's been taken captive by you," Squall says, sounding braver than he feels. the animals Round him don't seem concerned by the creature with glowing eyes, and Squall is almost sure it's a creature because he can hear the rustling of... wings? the Maine Coon seems so unbothered by the creature of darkness, that he slunks over to sit on its lap and pur like a freight train.

"You came to Save your father, not knowing that you would damn yourself to eternal entrapment here. Tsk, and here I thought they taught you all of the horrors of hollow bastion in that little backwater town of yours," Was that... a note of self depricating sarcasm in its tone?

Squall is caught between curiosity and terror, but he's not so distracted that he can't use his brain. If this thing wanted to kill him, surely it would have done so the second he entered his domain. If it had any intention of killing Cid, why try to ease his fever? unless it didn't like sick food?

"Were you the thing watching me in the woods? The silver Flash I kept seeing?" that gets him a chorus of disgruntled and frightened chitters and growls. The creatures eyes seem to morph a quizzical gaze. The creak of leather and the tip of a pale fleshed nose lets Squall know the Creature has leaned forward in its seat.

"You saw the Demon of the Bastion on your way here and you are still breathing? I'd be impressed except I know how much that thing likes to play with his food,"

"There are two of you?" Riku acually hisses at Squall, who tries his abolute best to hold his ground.

"Cloud is nothing like that murderer!"

"hush Riku," The creature (Cloud?) drags out the hush in a way that should be serpentine except its more soothing, almost parental in nature.

"He killed my Mama!" Riku spits and whines.

"I know cub, I know"

Squall Can't help it, his curiosity wins out as he takes the candelabra from beside Cids bed and brings it forward to cast light upon this mysterious figure. What he see's is both horrifying and hypnotising in equal mesure.

A Wing Black as pitch and cast in leather that looked shot through with musket balls at its edges.

Sharp talons that grew from blackened, ink dipped, finger tips that curled over the arms of its chair.

cracking inky scars that grew from an open wound on an almost bare chest; the only thing Covering it an open silk shirt rusted with old blood.

And the most gorgeous face Squall has hever seen beset with two jewel like eyes that contracted and blew wide like cat's eyes as it... as He stared back.

This wasn't just some monster, just some beast.

It was a man.

[bitemevanitas]

vanitas with a s/o that would give him their soul if he made those big, sad blue eyes at them. so he uses this to his advantage and to get away with anything. "don't look at me at that after you ran over a family of 5 (if cars like today's existed). nooo those eyes!!! okay...you win...i- *sigh*"

𝐃𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 🧿

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: The Case Study of Vanitas

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Vanitas x GN!Reader

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: Fluff

𝐓𝐖: None

You should’ve known it was a trap the moment he gave you that look.

Not the sly, devil-may-care smirk he wore like a second skin.

Not even the sharp, calculating gaze that came out whenever he was plotting something vaguely (or extremely) illegal.

No, no, no—this was the one that melted hearts faster than fire through parchment.

The one that could have steeled nuns reconsidering their vows.

Yes, the one that had you, regrettably, agreeing to things you very much shouldn’t have.

“Hey,” Vanitas began, tone silky with innocence, as if he hadn’t just fled the scene of a crime.

“No.”

“But—”

“Vanitas, I said no.”

He blinked. Slowly. Like a sad cat who’d been left out in the rain. Big, ocean-blue eyes glistening, just a little too dramatically.

Your will cracked.

“…Damn it.” You turned away, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re doing the eyes again.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, unconvincingly. He even sniffed. Sniffed, like he was some poor, wounded soul instead of the absolute menace you knew he was.

You pointed a stern finger at him. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did.”

His brows rose, all feigned confusion and indignation. “What did I do?”

“You caused a fire, that’s what!” You glared at him. “Noé’s going to kill you.”

Vanitas tilted his head. “He’ll get over it.”

“And the rest of Paris?”

“Also very resilient,” Vanitas said, waving a hand. “A manageable fire. The brigade got there in time, no one was hurt—honestly, they should be thanking me for giving them something to do.”

“Oh, forgive me, monsieur. You a philanthropist now?” you snapped, resisting the urge to grab the nearest book and lob it at his perfectly smug face.

“Only when you’re watching.”

Your breath stuttered at that, and damn him, he noticed.

He leaned in, far too close. “You’re blushing, chérie.”

“No, I’m seething,” you bit out, even as your heart betrayed you with a traitorous flutter.

Vanitas grinned. “You’re not mad. You can’t stay mad at me.”

He did the eyes again.

You audibly groaned. “Stop weaponizing your stupid face.”

“Can’t help it, I was born with it.”

You crossed your arms and tried to keep your expression cold. “You used those eyes to talk your way out of an arson investigation.”

“To be fair, it wasn’t technically arson. Arson requires intent. I accidentally dropped a lantern while trying to retrieve a vampire’s true name.” He paused. “Besides, you would’ve forgiven me anyway.”

You flushed—deep, hot, and embarrassed—because he wasn’t wrong. Not entirely.

The first time you saw him, you thought: He’s trouble.

The second time, you realized: He’s a walking disaster.

But somewhere between his impossible charm, the courage behind his sharp tongue, and those rare, quiet moments where he let the mask slip—you started to see something more.

And yes. You’d trade your soul for him in a heartbeat. He just didn’t need to know that.

“…Fine,” you muttered, glaring a hole into the floorboards. “But no more fires. No more accidents.”

Vanitas gasped, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. “You wound me, chérie.”

“And don’t call me that.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said cheerfully, already looping his arm through yours. “A nice dinner? A lovely stroll along the Seine—”

“You’re an incorrigible idiot.”

“And yet, you adore me.”

You hated how right he was.

He smiled that smile—the one that was all trouble and warmth and maddening affection. “Admit it. I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t pull your hand away. “Only because of the eyes.”

“Then I shall wield them with pride.”

Later that night, as he watched you doze off beside him in the flickering candlelight, Vanitas allowed himself a quiet smile.

You would’ve given him your soul if he asked.

But he’d never take it.

Not really.

Not when he was already terrified of losing the heart he’d somehow—accidentally—won.

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[sun-undone]

decided to do a rewatch of the case study of vanitas right after finishing it for the first time and i am looking at EVERYTHING differently now!!!! i fear i will never be shutting up about this so feel free to block the tag now if you don't wanna see my ramblings

the first episode is such a perfect series opener and one of the best i've ever seen in an anime actually, but i'm feeling particularly insane about the moment when vanitas falls out of the airship and noe jumps after him. the music is so sweeping and epic (dare i say romantic) as noe opens bursts through the clouds and sees his first glimpse of paris illuminated by the light of the blue moon that he's always felt a strange affinity for, the very blue moon that vanitas is touched by. he's falling, but it feels more like he's flying because of the sheer wonder and awe on his face, and it's all because of vanitas that he gets this viewpoint at all. he's just seen him cure a curse-bearer, a seemingly impossible feat that noe has been wishing for ever since louis died, and when it looks like that personification of hope is about to fall to his death, noe wastes not a single second jumping after him, and THAT ACT is what opens up his world. that very first act of partnership and instinctive caring for vanitas, before he knows a thing about who he really is and how complicated he and his morals really are. but in that first moment, it simply doesn't matter. noe couldn't let this savior fall alone. he doesn't even attempt to grab onto the airship to stop them from falling either, so it really does seem like he acts completely off of instinct and this pull he feels towards vanitas, and is just willing to fall with him. at this point, vanitas is absolutely more of an idea than a person in noe's eyes, but i think the symbolism and foreshadowing is clear nonetheless. he will be willing to fall with vanitas long after he stops seeing him as just a potential facilitator of his own redemption.

but what exactly does noe see vanitas as in this moment? what is he so drawn to within him that pushes him to make this leap?

noe and vanitas are both beings who have the power to see aspects of people's souls. for noe, it's always been more of a burden and a reminder of his failings and regrets regarding louis. but for vanitas, when he uses the book to peer within curse-bearers and reclaim their true names for them, it is salvation, not just for the curse-bearers but for vanitas himself. how could noe see him freely wield such a power and not jump out of an airship after him? vanitas has taken the burden of the blue moon mark and molded it into something that can save people, which is exactly what noe was unable to do with his own power when he first drank louis' blood. vanitas is hope, he is freedom, he is redemption. and then noe is immediately rewarded for his decision to save him with the gorgeous view of paris under the blue moon. AND, to make it even more symbolic, he even focuses more on the blue moon than paris itself, which he had previously been so giddy about seeing. everything else falls away under the beauty of the blue moon. the one that vanitas is marked by, the one he is a child of, the one his eyes now reflect. the one he has incredibly complicated feelings towards is the very one that noe has always loved wholly and unabashedly, despite every other vampire shrinking away from it. because of all of this layered symbolism that really comes together on a rewatch, you can see that noe and vanitas' entire arc as a duo in this first season is almost completely summed up in this one action

idk this is all over the place but it just feels like such a massive moment, like it really is the beginning of an epic adventure, and i think the anime did an incredible job capturing it.

[nebula-chao-agere]

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

Vampire teeth

Regressor! Vanitas

(!¡!Diaper mention!¡!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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