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thefanofnanbaka · 11 months

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Lets rate Vanitas no carte characters ! [First the "objective" version and then my point of view x)] (Btw I cant do all VNC characters bc it'll be too long TwT)

Vanitas:

Objective: 7/10

Bad side:

•He has a bad temper, doesn't care about anyone and doesn't think about others (at least that's what he shows) he's stubborn and doesn't really think.

Good side:

•He is very kind and always helpful, he protects those he loves, does not like someone being hurt by his fault.

Bad/Good side

•He doesn't really show affection for what he likes but I think that's because he himself hasn't really received affection.

I rate him as a 9/10 [and he's handsome ✨️]

Noe:

Objective: 9/10

Bad side:

•I saw that many VNC fans find him too whiny or caring. Also, he is still far too traumatized with Louis, it can make him cry anytime compared to Vanitas who has a more traumatic past and who shows it less.

Good side:

•He doesn't like violence and always tries to settle things by talking with these enemies. He caring for those he loves, he is very kind.

Bad/Good side:

•he acts childish very often and is very stubborn in his own way.

I rate him as a 11/10 (XD) [Seriously I love him sm and Im sure he love Vanitas, but he can be cruel towards him]

Jeanne:

Objective: 8/10

Bad side:

•As a "Bourreau" she can be very (too much) violent and brutal. she does not know what to do when she receives affection. She has a complicated past that can affect her present. [I know that's not a bad side but I hate her romantic/lover side]

Good side:

•She protects Luka and the others at the cost of her life, and very helpful and kind ! She's strong as f*ck ! She's a great woman [when she's not romantic with Vanitas! :')]

Good/Bad side:

•She always feels obligated to protect others, as she is indebted to them.

I rate her as a 4/10 [bc she's strong, very pretty and kind. But I don't like her at all. First cause she love Vanitas and its boring, second cause I still dont know if Noe had a crush on her XD But she's a good characters]

Dominique:

7or8/10

Bad side:

•Her past and Louis continue to haunt her and it's complicated for her. She would agree to kill herself so that Noe would no longer have to worry about her.

Good side:

•She's strong and cool ! A real girl boss ! She took care of Jeanne, and accepted Vanitas in her life. She became "friend" with Mikhail too Lmao 💀

Good/Bad side:

•SHE IS TOO STICKY WITH NOE ! It would be great if she would stop caring about Noe. And that goes for him too x)

I rate her as a 9/10 cause she's my Girlboss 😩 [The only thing I don't like is his too sticky side towards Noe]

Louis:

6/10

Bad side:

•He is certainly nice towards his sister and Noe, but he can be rather cruel sometimes. He keeps these problems to himself (which will cost him his death) and he too easily accepts the death of these "cursed" friends [and then he is monotes x)]

Good side:

•He is still nice to Noe and Domi, he acts like their big brother and protects them, he can be cute sometimes. He is very smart and cultivate.

Bad/Good side:

•He makes jokes that make Noe and Domi cry, and doesn't assume afterwards XD

I rate him as a 8/10 ! [I love him, he's literally Domi's male version x)]

Mikhail:

6or7/10

Bad side:

•He is extremely cruel, and does not hesitate to want to sacrifice Domi ! He forced Noe to drink his blood, and Vanitas blood. The battle between Vanitas and Noe is literally because of him :')

Good side:

•He likes nice people and adores his big brother Vanitas. He didn't really want to hurt Domi. He acts like a kid (he's literally a kid) He want the Blue moon vampire came back for have a normal family again.

Good/Bad side:

•He's too obsessed with his brother it gets weird XD He's also not at all brave and very crybaby unlike Vanitas, as seen in his past in the lab.

I rate him as a 8/10 [He's too cute and Crazy, he's my child 😭🥲]

#Vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte vanitas #vanitas no carte noe #vanitas no carte domi #vanitas no carte Jeanne #the case of vanitas #Vanoe #les memoires de vanitas #vanitas no carte theories

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heartmeadows · 6 months

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I'm itching to play Sims 2 again aggfhhd! Last time I had it installed I had to give it up because of the dreaded pink soup. Idk how to fix it tbh. But once I have time I will try yet again. Here's hoping it goes well.

Anyway, a lil update on my life.

I'm not moving to the countryside with my mum after all. The biggest reasons being that I need to be able to go to therapy every week, and that my mum can't provide me with the support that I need and I also can't truly trust that I would be safe living with her because of her abusive boyfriend. Instead I'm moving back in with my dad and brothers, mostly because this is where I grew up and I feel safe and happy in our home. I get the support I need to be able to go through everything PTSD and the rest of my illnesses cause. Once I'm more stable I'll try to find my own apartment somewhere near or move in with my mum if things get better. We'll see. Right now I'm quite bitter having a mum that is unable to support me and keep me safe. She failed in both areas in a way that would make most people go no contact. Trauma sucks.

This was such a hard decision to make because it is my dream that I gave up on for now. It does hurt that I can't rely on my mum. I'm not victim blaming but her choosing an abuser over and over again is a conscious choice by now. I tried my best in keeping her safe and supporting her while trying to help her leave. She took him back again anyway. Even after he abused me as well. I know how manipulation and abuse of all kinds affects you and how difficult it is leaving. But I think a mother that doesn't protect her daughter when literally witnessing a partner abusing said daughter... Well, a mother like that is kind of fucked up. I honestly don't know how to even process this. I know this is kind of trauma dumping but I really needed to get this off my chest.

I'm focusing on myself now. I can't be my mum's therapist or savior anymore. I'm struggling with enough myself. PTSD certainly doesn't get easier to deal with when the amount of trauma one goes through since childhood is a number high enough I stopped counting a long time ago. It's embarrassing to be someone who's lived with abuse all her life. It's not right. It's terrifying when you really think about it. One traumatic event is already enough to deal with and does so much damage. Me? I feel like there's something wrong with me for experiencing plenty of traumatic events. I've survived but at what cost? If only I'd gotten the help I needed earlier. Ten years ago, or even earlier. Maybe it's stupid to mourn the loss of a whole different life, a different self. What could've been. What could've beens haunt me still. Nevertheless, I will find a way to make the most of this life and cultivate happiness, and keep growing so that I can be the person I need to be. It's silly, anyway, to regret something you had no control over. I need to learn how to live in the present and remember that while this life has been hard a lot of good has happened as well. There's so much beauty and joy still left all around. Hope lives no matter who believes in it.

#mine #nonsims #personal #domestic abuse mention #no details just a mention

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runner-owen · 1 year

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Domestication (male vampire reader x transman detective oc)

Part 1 of ?

CW: slavery, sexual implications, blood

Owen Rosedown, age 19. A detective for hire in the crystal lit city of Theria. A bastard child of human and vampire, feral as a mortal can be. He has caused your kind great difficulty, and now, your old friend and mentor has fallen, thanks to him. Something must be done. There's only one thing that can be done. And as you are one of the best trainers and tamers of humans, you are the best one for the job...

Obsession is an addiction sweeter than any cultivated blood. Running down your throat like the thickest of honey, seeping between the cracks of the locket within every vampire's chest. Sweet desire sticking to the fangs, haunting the mind. Restless, aching obsession. It corrupts. It ruins.

You knew that. Who didn't know that?

And yet. And yet. And yet still, it takes.

He was, he is, your dearest friend, your beloved mentor, the Scarred Man. Lord Priest of the gods, merciful executioner of their will. He who would make the world bow to his will and be grateful for it.

And now his eyes are closed, and his fair skin is thinned of color. Oh yes, he breathes. Oh yes, he will heal. But not any time soon. Not in this year. Not in this stretch of mortal life.

All you can do is kneel by his beside and pray.

Well, all you can do for him.

There is a welcome ache in your knees as you stand. A pleasant reminder, the little sufferings you endure in your true life. Humans could not understand, lesser beings that they were.

What did the Scarred Man see in them? In him?

His journal is still in your pocket, with all the treasured information within. Careful effort to record every scrap he discovered about his prey. It is this information that guides you from the Scarred Man's castle - your castle, now - to the streets of the human city.

Theria glitters with crystal lamps and fallen snow. Many landmarks that once stood have been taken down, the stone used to create monuments to the naivety of humanity. Ugly things, restless people, all humans lost without their collars and cages.

You alone cannot change the fate of a species, but you can most certainly change the life of one single man.

The scent is just like your old friend wrote. Powerful will, potent flesh. Magic in the veins, keeping the body alive. You open your mouth, breathe in, and the scent rushes over your fangs. There, yes, you smell it too. Bastard child of human and vampire, abandoned by both and let loose in the tangled threads of human society.

No wonder Owen Rosedown turned feral.

And he knows you're following him, from the pace he sets up ahead. He has not looked over his shoulder but there is a tension you can see in his stiff shoulders and back. His pace quickens. The fingers curl into fists against his palms before his arms wrap around his body.

Cold? you think, watching him. You will be warm enough in my bed, when the time comes.

There is an awful little anticipation in this. Though he meant it not, Owen Rosedown is responsible for the fall of your dear friend. It matters not that the Scarred Man will return, revitalized and powerful, in the future. In the now, he is gone. It's just you now. You and Runner Owen.

As he passes under the shadow of a human cathedral, you strike.

He doesn't even cry out. Owen grunts as you press him against the stone wall. Your hands pin his wrists on either side of his head. You slip your knee between his legs.

He sucks in the cold air. His eyes focus on your face behind his glasses, and in them, you see his fear, bright as the moons overhead.

"Hello, Runner," you say.

He doesn't answer, as if his throat is sealed by ice. You smile.

"I thought you'd be more of a challenge to catch," you say. "But my old friend only spoke of your morals, not your skills."

You see his neck flex as he swallows. His gray-green eyes narrow. There it is, you think, pleased. That's the defiance the Scarred Man had spoken of.

"Do you know who I am?" You ask.

The Runner's gaze shifts, examines your face.

"You're a feral tamer," he says. "Aren't you?"

"Smart boy," you say. "Too smart, maybe? It won't matter, you won't be breeding with any humans, but it does explain your behavior."

He shudders against you.

"I will not submit to you," he says.

"Of course not," you say, smiling. "Not with that brilliant mind of yours. But when I am through with you, I'll have harnessed that brilliance into far more appropriate directions."

Rosedown writhes, but a hint of pressure between his legs from your knee stops him dead.

"I…" Owen begins. "I am not so easily domesticated."

"Oh, certainly not," you say. You press your knee up harder into his soft flesh, and he sucks in a breath. "I expect you to be my greatest challenge yet. But also my greatest achievement. To claim you for my kind after the trouble you've given my dear old friend…"

Your lips press against the pale brown of his throat. Owen grunts, squeezing his eyes shut.

"We will be remembered for centuries, you and I," you say. "Long after humanity has reclaimed her shackles, they will remember the beauty of us."

Your tongue glides along the soft skin. He tastes of sweat and clean water. Owen groans in protest.

"I would tell you not to be afraid," you whisper into his ear, "but that's part of the process. So fear me, Owen Rosedown. Be afraid, and then let go."

He opens his mouth but your fangs brush against his skin. You feel his fists clench, his body brace. You lap your tongue against the spot you have chosen, and again, he shudders. As if giving him a kiss, you press your lips against his flesh.

Your fangs sink in.

Owen Rosedown moans.

It's a small noise, half protest, but undeniable. Holy like the bells of the cathedral you're pressing him against. You hold him closer, tighter, releasing his wrists to press him against your body. He is paralyzed by your invasion, his hands grip your arms as he sucks in desperate breath after breath.

He is yours, you know it, though he will fight like the wild creature he is to escape. He is yours and no one will save him from you.

You drink.

No taste is sweeter than victory, not even obsession. But it's not difficult to see where the Scarred Man fell astray, and why. The Runner is a feast for each of the senses. When he collapses at your feet, panting and exhausted, his lips dripping saliva and his eyes full of tears, you do in fact, understand, oh yes, you understand very well.

His blurry eyes look up at you behind his glasses and dark sweaty hair.

You tip your hat to him.

"When I want you," you say, "I will take you. But there is much preparation to do before then. Good eve, Runner Owen. You'll satisfy mine and my kind just fine."

The snow crunches under your boots. You do not look back at the fallen figure, but you see him so clear in your mind. The defeat on his face. The mess of clothing and hair suggesting a different kind of encounter. The blood giving away the truth of the moment. It is beautiful. So beautiful indeed.

You do not see Owen Rosedown raise his head, and glare at your retreating form with all his defiance.

#vampire fiction #vampire reader #reader pov #male reader #vampire mlm #mlm fantasy #reader x oc #slavery tw #blood tw #runner owen series #dark fantasy #gothic fiction #vampire aesthetic

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