#i think i remember you liking vnc yes?

[koushuwu]

Vanitas

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #» gifs #vncedit #animangahive #anisource #dailyanimatedgifs #dailyanime #allanimanga #useradrienne #userrashed #usernikiforova #i think i remember you liking vnc yes? #i hope #otherwise feel free to ignore this post <3 #i don't even know who to tag though

[epickiya722]

If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Thanks if you want to answer....

I'll tell you, all my fics are special to me and most of the time, I find myself having fun writing them. Writing isn't just a hobby, but a way for me to release pent up feelings I have or express an idea that came to me.

To name a couple...

Beware of the Bunnies - It's the first fic I wrote for "if Miruko was Midoriya's mentor". It was fun writing that fic, especially when it's a fic for my two #1 faves. I honestly didn't expect the amount of attention I got for it!

Not Red, Black - I sometimes like branching out from writing warm-hearted, funny fics and this is one of those times. Another AU idea I had, but if Miruko and Midoriya were eldritch-like creatures and related. Unlike its prequel, this one stepped more in horror imagery and I think the direction the fic took.

Forbid a Woman from Being Great - Yes, another Miruko fic and one I actually wrote out of spite. When it comes to this fandom (as with any), is how double standard they can get. With Miruko, I have seem people hate her for being "too aggressive" or "too mean", but praise other characters for those same traits or even give excuses for their behavior. Or with fanservice, the same people who complain about it also thirst over the male characters getting bloody and shirtless. I don't hate characters like Dabi, Shigaraki or Hawks but I can't stomach how their fans act when it comes to Miruko or any other character really. It was actually a Hawks fan that irritated me enough to write this fic as well as get me out of the writing funk I was in.

An Absolute Menace - This is a fun little fic. It's part of a series of Class A and occasionally B partaking in antics. With this one, writing Koda as this troll was new, but fun.

Let's SK8 Over the Rainbow - This is actually a SK8 series that I wrote and it's still one of my favorites. It started off as a headcanon (Reki allowing Koyomi to paint his nails) and then spiraled into a collection of short stories themed around colors and I love colors so much. One of the fics, You're Lime Green Jell-O, I dove into expanding a character that only appeared once in SK8. Her name is Miki and she has green hair and I remember seeing her and going "You, you're getting some personality, a story, etc." Best decision ever. I just loved writing Miki and I think it was the first time I wrote a whole story for a character that only had two lines in canon.

Tu es le Moment Auquel J'appartiens - Another series I adore. I wanted to write some jealous Vanitas since I don't think I had seen a lot of Vanoé fics where he was the jealous one while Noé was more oblivious. Not at the time, I don't know about now since I haven't read a VNC fic in a long time. The title translates to "You are the moment I belong to" which is a line of lyrics from the anime's first ending song that I love so much.

It's the Pink Hair, Isn't It? - Do not get me wrong! I do love the AUs I see where Sukuna and Yuji are brothers, but the idea of this fic came from what if they were identical strangers and not related in the slightest. Even funnier, in the fic, Kenjaku and Suguru are siblings that look like twins, but Kenjaku is older. My favorite scenes probably have to be Kenjaku and Yuji interacting and Sukuna and Yuji meeting. I've also been cooking up a sequel so I can write more of Kenjaku and Suguru being siblings and Yuji's brothers and I do mean all nine older brothers. (I relate to Choso so much.)

Your Heartbeat Is My Comfort - Ever see a beautiful piece of fanart and you want to write a fic about it? That's what happened here. I saw this FushiIta art post here and it was like BAM! I had to write a fic. It was also another I didn't write something comedic, but more somber, bit of tragedy yet comfort in there.

Maybe Someday We'll Meet Again - I'm all for the Teacher Geto AU! However, this fic came from a what if scenario had Suguru and Yuji had met when they were younger and I always how Kenjaku was even aware of Suguru's technique. So I put both ideas together and thus this fic was born. It isn't dark, but little less comedic than others and I tried my hand at focusing on more of Yuji's strangeness and innocence here along with Suguru's character before he became a curse user.

You Are My Special - Again, another time I went for less comedy and fluff and tried with something else. I actually don't know how to categorize this one in terms of genre. SPECIALZ was stuck in my head for a long time and it got when I really started thinking about the lyrics and decided why not try writing something from Kenjaku's POV about Yuji? It may have took forever to write, but I'm glad I did. I actually wanted to write a companion piece of sorts but from Sukuna's POV about Yuji.

The Pink Sky and Cherry Blossoms - I actually just posted this fic and I'm glad I waited to answer this ask because of it. I was rereading the manga and came to Uro's fight with Ryu and Yuta and instantly fell in love with her character and thought about how would it have been like if Uro met my other favorite, Yuji? They have some similarities going on there and it was eye-opening writing those into this fic, especially with Uro's character. I wasn't around when that arc came out, so I didn't know how the fandom acted towards her, but for me, I just felt there's more to her than the surface. She's the Miruko of JJK to me as Yuji is the Izuku. Just as I would love for Miruko and Izuku to be a duo in a big sis-lil bro/mentor-mentee way, I love the same for Uro and Yuji.

The Craving That Paints Your Lips Red - The last fic I wrote for 2023 and a sequel to another fic, I wanted to try my hand at the horror again. But more tame, but still "Oh my gosh". I'm writing a post about it, but I have thoughts about Yuji and Sukuna's relationship and sometimes I have this feeling that Sukuna wants to corrupt Yuji, kind of like shape him to be the next him almost. Not for certain, but it's an idea that kind of struck me. For this fic, I wanted to explore a more horror fic side of Yuji housing the King of Curses. The best part of this fic for me is how I unintentionally stuck with the idea that Yuji keeps getting back up no matter how many times Sukuna tries to break him.

That list got longer than intended, but again, I have a lot of fics I have enjoyed writing! I'm glad to have talked about them and I thank you for asking! 💜

#kiya answers #kiya answers questions #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #miruko #mirko #rumi usagiyama #usagiyama rumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji #kenjaku #geto suguru #the case study of vanitas #vnc #vanitas no carte #vanitas #noé archiviste #vanoe #vanoé #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #renga #lanreki #kyan reki

[neversetyoufree]

One of the things that's been haunting me about the VnC anime is that, though adding that little montage of Noé thinking about Vanitas to ep 12 was very cute, it kind of obscured a lot of what I find compelling about Noé in that moment.

In the anime, Vanitas leaves after telling off Noé for asking to drink his blood, and after "I blew it," the first thought we see Noé have in response to this is a protest that he didn't want to look at Vani's memories. He then thinks more about Vanitas and realizes, actually, wanting his memories might have been part of it. He trails off and seems to have a bit of a realization about his own thoughts on Vanitas, and this is the last insight we get into his head until Vani walks in to find him waiting.

In short, after getting rejected on the basis his Archiviste status, the main thing anime Noé is concerned with is Vanitas and his feelings about him. It's thus implied, since we're shown no other options, that Noé's decision to stay up all night in order to leave with Vanitas is a result of his continued fascination with him. He wants to understand and be there with him, so he has to stay by his side. It's the reasoning we got in the bell tower; he's just more emotional about it now.

Manga Noé, on the other hand, takes this rejection much less well.

In the manga, everything up to Noé thinking "I blew it" is the same, and then his thoughts diverge. His immediate focus in the wake of rejection isn't Vanitas. It's lamenting the fact that he knew better than to ask for blood as an Archiviste, but he made the mistake of trying it anyway.

The memory he thinks of first isn't all the times he wanted to see Vanitas's past. It's a childhood friend calling him "creepy" for looking at his memories. And that is the one look into Noé's head we get before morning. Given the framing of it, that guilt and shame is implied to be the reason that Noé stayed up all night.

Because the thing is, two of Noé's key traits are that he is 1. desperately lonely, and 2. uncomfortable with (and used to being rejected for) his Archiviste powers. Domi teases him for being a hermit, but when you think about it, Noé's isolation pre-Paris is pretty serious. He was living in isolated castle outside a remote village, which means that, aside from maybe the villagers, whatever staff the castle might have, and an occasional visit from Teacher or Domi, he never saw other people. (And given the Shapeless One's whole everything, I'd guess that he keeps his castle pretty sparsely staffed).

Vanitas is the first close relationship he's built since the death of Louis. And now, just as Vani seems to finally be opening up a little bit to him (remember that this scene comes pretty soon after the point where Vanitas first starts trusting him enough to even sleep in the same room as him), Noé is afraid he ruined it. He's afraid his daring to ask for blood as an Archiviste just drove Vanitas away, and he feels like he should have known better than to hope for any different. And that is why Noé stays up all night in the manga.

It's true that he apologizes the next morning for wanting to look at Vanitas's memories, which means he probably spent part of the night considering whether that was the case, but that's not the first or most important thing going on in his head. The most important thing in Noé's head is fear.

He's afraid that if he doesn't stay up waiting and ready, Vanitas is going to leave without him. That fear even follows him all the way onto the train, where Vanitas has to reaffirm that he's not going to vanish once Noé closes his eyes. And he cannot allow that to happen. His relationship to Vanitas has become much too important to him. He cares about him too deeply, and he also very much does not have friends to spare.

So like, yes, I'm very much team Vanoé, and the thought of Noé staying up late thinking about Vanitas, then waiting at the window for him out of a reaffirmed fascination with and commitment to stay beside him is very sweet. However, that particular scene in the manga isn't about the sweetness. It's about Noé exhausting and overextending himself out of desperation not to have driven Vanitas away by being "creepy."

Noé stayed up late to go with Vanitas before the catacombs, and we never get any particular note of his being tired. The emphasis on his exhaustion before Gévaudan, by contrast, has to mean something.

This is not the face of a man who has made a rational, non-desperate decision. This is the face of a man who has exhausted himself because he thinks the only way not to lose one of the only two close relationships in his life is to force his way into Vanitas's business.

[Image Description: A panel from the Case Study of Vanitas manga. It shows Noé Archiviste sitting on the side of his bed, fully dressed and holding a suitcase. He has deep dark circles under his eyes, he appears to be appears to be sweating, and his expression is unhappy. End ID.]

#this post was supposed to be short... #vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #Noé archiviste #Noé archiviste my beloved #english major hours #anime #manga

[callilemon]

Sooooooo I've been following you for a while and was wondering if you could recommend any whump vnc fics with vanitas specifically??

Like hurt,sick anything like that bc I've looked everywhere, and there's barely anything cause like yes, vani is a doctor but he wouldn't use the same logic he does to cure somone else with himself (think overworking whump and Noé has to eventually take care of him) and like he's all stubborn and stuff hhhhhhhhh

Hi! Thanks for the ask! It makes me so happy to know you've been following for a while! 💙

You know, I actually don't know many fics that fit this certain citera, I know I've read some. However, I'm so bad at remembering fic names!! Anyways, I think you would really like this whump series!

@gracetoldmeto is a fantastic writer! They also have a VnC side blog @noes-pillow, if you don't already follow them!

Also, doodle for you kind anon! ✨️

#thank you for the ask! #i appreciate you #i hope i answered your ask properly #please read Alex's fics #they will make you cry #also i had to doodle vani #cause why not? #hope you enjoy #vanitas no carte #vnc #fanart #the case study of vanitas #doodles #vanoé #vanitas #anime #manga

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hihi!! I'm a bit shy about asking for hcs twice and about the same character but I really like your writing! So I was wondering if I could ask hcs where reader comforts jean-jacques (vnc) while he remembers his past or just some hurt/comfort? Tysm and no pressure!! Take care! ✨

Hello! Don't worry about requesting often the same character! It is ok!

You may send multiple requests too, I just ask to send 2 at a time and wait for me to complete them before requesting again!

Thank you for requesting! I also I am super happy you like my writting! Thank you very much!

I hope this is of your liking!

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• Some nights Jean-Jacques is quieter than usual. Not a normal quiet like " I need to recharge",  but a " I wish this would go away" silence.

• It is unbearable for you. The silence is so loud that it is heart breaking.

• In moments like these, you tell him to prepare your favorite dish. Why? To keep his head busy.

• As soon as he hears you request he promptly start getting everything needed.

• A thing you do often is add something different like " but today I feel like eating it a bit more spicy but not too much!"

• All so he can focus on making the dishes flavor balanced out.

• He will mumble under his breath while thinking on how to pull it off. Adorable, no?

• But this isn't enough to shake his pretty little head out of it. A good start, though.

• After you had your meal, you offer to help him with cleaning everything while chatting.

• Now we two outcomes here: a regular bad day and a really bad day.

Scenario 1) regular bad day:

• On this case he will answer you as you chat, he won't ask anything though, so it is up to you make conversation.

• On this scenario you should ask him what's wrong while helping him clean.

• He will resist a bit, but will let you know that he memories of his past have surfaced again.

• Before he can get too much into it, you gotta act! It's time to put down whatever you are doing and give him a back hug!

• Boy will jump a bit. He wasn't expecting it.

• Nuzzle on his back while you are at it and you will get a heavy, yet relaxing, sigh

• He will be tempted to put down what he is doing but! Someone needs to finish this cleaning right?

• So he won't let you keep doing what you were doing, he rather have you clinging like a koala on his back.

• You bet he is done faster like this.

• When all is done you let go of him and guide him to your room.

• There you let him cuddle you and you whisper sweet nothing and compliments to him!

• He will want to be a little spoon and nuzzle on your neck.

• Play with hair and hug him tight from time to time to get him to sigh in relieve again.

• He may mumble how blessed he is to have you here with him and soon will sleep!

• But as soon as he gets drowsy he will give you a sleepy kiss wherever he can reach first, nuzzle on your neck, take a deep breath and relax.

• You can't help but smile at how relaxed he seemed. It's as if some heavy burden was suddenly taken away.

• You arms are his castle, a safe place, home.

Scenario 2) a really bad day:

• On this case while you are trying to chat with him, he will rarely answer you. Just a a few yes or no and a hum.

• You know things are bad by this.

• So you excuse yourself for a bit. Why? Well to build a pillow fort!

• Childish? Maybe, but it is cozy. You find the fluffiest blankets to put in there, the most comfy pillows and of course some water and tissues. He will need it. Some other things he likes too, like a book or a snack. No candles it is a fire hazard on this situation!

• When you come back you might find him sulking.

• Gently ask him what's wrong.

• He will resist a lot to tell you. So be kind and patient he will come around it to eventually, just not now. Don't pressure him either!

• When you are both done, you gently grab his hand and walks toward the room with the fort.

• He won't say much. But when he sees the fort? He will start crying.

• On this moment he will say how lucky he is to have you with him  that now everything had beautiful colors when all his life everything was all black.

• He will cling to you before going into the fort.

• Good luck guiding you and him on it. You can do this! I have faith on you.

• He will start to say very depressing things about his past while crying and even sobbing.

• Please hold him and make yourself comfortable.

• He will cling to you for dear life, as if you were to disappear anytime.

• Now is the time to listen, as painful as it is to hear all the sobbing and the self hate comments.

• You can offer tissues to him while you listen and play with his hair.

• Hold him tight, draw circles on his back or even write a few things with your finger.

• When he is done pouring his heart out, hug him tight. As tight as you can and whisper sweet, honest feelings to him:

" nothing can get to you now, I am here. To protect, to love and to stay with you" .

• He may sob even more after it, but he needs to hear it! Take this time to craddle him and list what you love about him.

• You can feel his grip getting tighter at each word. You can feel the little sobs die down.

• And soon, he is calm enough to face you.

• Take his hair out his face and cup his cheeks!

• He will melt, you can see that the storm of emotions are gone from his eyes now, instead you see tired, thankful eyes.

•  Your sweet smile and pink-ish cheeks makes everything so distant. So so far away, like it all happened in a nightmare.

• He may lean forward to give you a kiss on the nose. A sloppy one, since he was crying, after that he is back to nuzzle your neck.

• He won't sleep so soon. But he will start to draw patterns on your back and sides.

• Kiss the top of his head for more sighs and relaxed shoulders.

• When you fall asleep he will get up slowly to not wake you up and smile at your sleeping face. He will sigh and lean back on your shoulder.

• If you happen to stir, he will get a little stiff, but soon will relax when he feels you cuddling his head. Now he is ready to sleep.

Regardless of the scenario:

• When morning comes, he will be awake before you. But he won't leave yet.

• He will just stay there, looking at your peaceful sleeping face and trace gently, with feather like touch, your features.

• He will wait for you to wake up. When you do he will smile and thank you for spending time with him. Will also apologize for the "inconvenience "

• Please reassure him that is ok to feel sad.

• He will silently swear to himself to protect you now and forever. He won't ever leave you, ever. Even if it means giving his true name away.

• In the event he say this promise out loud, well, he will have an earful:

" I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but please, don't sacrifice yourself. I want to LIVE with you, wake up every morning to you and hold you like yesterday"

• His eyes will be glossy from the tears pooling. He will try to argue that for him, you are the most important thing in the world but your glare will put that down:

"I-i... am sorry. I- I just want to be with you too. I will fight for you! Whatever it takes, but... I will make sure I will come back home"

• That made you feel a lot better! So take your time to squish his cheek and kiss him.

• You both giggle, he gets red like a tomato. No matter how many times you two get intimate, he always blushes. Adorable.

•  Now you are sure he is feeling better. The bad day is just a thing of the past, it may come back again, but you are here to save him.

• He is not alone anymore those ghosts cannot harm him any longer, because his home is right here, giggle at him.

• After all this emotional train, he is back to his normal routine. He helps you undo the fort too, if that was the case!

• He will be clinging more than usual for the next few days.

• Gotta level up your skill to do your daily routine while having him tugging at your sleeve or hugging you!

• As lovely as this is, it still stings how people could be so cruel to someone so kind.

• So this time, you promise to yourself if someone ever hurts him, they are done for.

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I hope you have enjoyed!

Was it what you asked for? I feel like I ran from the request? Please let me know what you think!

Please let me know!

Thank you for requesting!

#vanitas no carte x reader #vanitas no carte #vnc x reader #jean jacques x reader #vnc fluff #requests!

[smalltownfae]

End of year book ask: 2 & 6?

2. Did you reread anything? What?

Yes. I reread the following, in order:

Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier

Liked it even more this time. I believe it's an all time favourite even though it unfortunatelly has a 20 something year old getting involved with a 16 year old... seems like I can't escape these in old fantasy books. But the fact that this was the author's first published book is very impressive. The writing style is beautiful and the relationship between the siblings really emotional and believable.

Son of the Shadows by Juliet Marillier

This one was a disappointment. I believe I once liked in better than the first book, mentioned above. Young me loved angsty emo love interests and special not like other girls main characters. Both things I despise now.

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

I was supposed to reread these books closer together but it seems like it will be one book every year. Mockingjay will be next year then. Unfortunately this reread didn't go as well as the reread of the first book. The book is way more fast paced than I remember, especially in the arena, and it is way less emotionally impactful than what seemed to me the first time. I remember tearing up and I felt nothing this time. I had not enough time to connect with the new characters. It just moved too fast!

The Blade Itself and Before They Are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie

I was hoping to finish Last Argument of Kings too before the end of the year, especially because I am listening to them on audio, but it seems like I will not be able to do that since I am not even halfway though. It really is my least favourite book of the trilogy even though I appreciate what it's doing.

The Forgotten Beasts of Eld by Patricia A. McKillip

I needed a reminder of why I love this author, after 2 disappointments. I didn't love this book as much as I did the first time, but it's still a favourite. I think it was one more case of right book at the right time though. The author wrote so much that depending on how it goes with more of her books I will decide if I keep her in my favourite authors or not.

The Case Study of Vanitas by Jun Mochizuki vols. 1 to 6

I really needed to refresh my memory. Funny how I remember Pandora Hearts way better. Even though I really like this manga, PH has more characters I love and it was more mysterious. I am still waiting for a.big twist and turn like it happened in PH. Even though VnC had some twists none feel as big as the ones in that series. Still, those twists happened more towards the middle and end so Vanitas still has a lot of volumes to prove it's worth.

6. Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

So many books! Including ones I have on pause. I am a mood reader and that means that if I am not in the right mood I am not continuing whatever I am reading and I don't follow my lists, even though I make a lot of them. I love making lists but I am not good at following them. Some of the books I planned to read will be for next year and others will probably have to wait a bit longer or maybe I will not even get to them. It's just how I work because reading is an hobby and should be enjoyable at all times.

Thank you for the ask 😀

#book asks #daughter of the forest #son of the shadows #catching fire #the blade itself #before they are hanged #the forgotten beasts of eld #the case study of vanitas

[ill-omened-child]

So I made this post:

I think I typed it as plural 'characters' bc Alyss' death bothered me to the point of assuming it wasn't just her + I wrote the post quickly without thinking much about it, but going back to that post now and thinking about it, I don't remember there being another situation like Alyss'.

My real gripe was with her death so if this was pointed out to me on my post instead of via vagueing, I would have corrected myself and edited it.

.

What the post would have been if I thought about it more and put time into typing:

Pandora Hearts' storylines and themes address the harm of needless self-sacrifice and suicide but Alyss has herself killed to 'free' her and the world of her emotional instability, and this was framed as a noble and beautifully bittersweet act. Yes it did mean the world would be safer. But it's the author who chooses the in-world rules. And this was still--like I said--about her emotional instability, so I wish her story was done differently. Just as it was for other emotionally unstable characters.

As she dies, Alyss says something like "Finally I can be free" which makes me wonder about the VNC line "I will never set you free"

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Extra explaining:

Oz's arc involves him learning to value himself. That quote about how much sacrificing yourself hurts others etc. But then the series ends with Oz killing Alyss because she's lonely/in pain and her suffering causes the world to be unstable. I didn't like that Mochijun took that route--not because it's tragic but because (in my personal opinion!) better routes could have been taken that also aligned with PH's themes, whether it stayed tragic or not.

I don't think it's necessarily bad when an author decides to stray from their typical themes in order to do something interesting with a story. It's just a personal preference of mine. So I didn't like that it happened here.

Anyway, given the date and timing that I made it, it's extremely likely I was high so like. that might be the main issue here lmao

#mine #ph #i forget elliot even exists; this was not about him

[cchuu]

Hi hi lovely Tata! How are you? How have you been doing lately? Imy bby and really hope you're doing alright 🍓 also I have a very serious question.. did you watch Spy x Family? If yes, did you like it? If not, go watch it rn IT'S LITERALLY THE CUTEST askjdckjdsnvkjfd im out just wanted to scream about this in your asks don't judge pretty please

                 AHHHHHH  BESTIE  HIIHIIHIHI  I  MISSED  U  SM  !  i’ve  been  happy  today  because  of  txt  ,  and  i  finished  one  of  my  dreaded  final  exams  (  i  have  three  more  !  one  tomorrow  n  two  the  day  after  !  )  i’m  almost  done  !!  i  also  get  my  beloved  loona  lightstick  today  ,  i’m  so  excited  for  it  !  🥰💕  i  hope  you’ve  been  soso  great  as  well  ,  please  let  me  know  about  what  you’ve  been  up  to  as  well  !!  i’ll  def  be  online  more  once  exams  are  over  ,  i’m  so  excited  !  i  started  spy  x  family  ,  but  do  you  remember  how  i  was  waiting  every  week  for  a  new  episode  of  vnc  ?  i  don’t  think  i  have  the  patience  in  me  bc  when  animes  or  shows  are  rly  good  i  wna  binge  watch  them  all  (  im  so  impatient  >_<  !  )  but  i’ll  def  watch  this  weekend  because  there  are  enough  episodes  to  not  feel  like  i  have  to  wait  forever  hehe  🥰  also  i  would  nEVER  EVER  JUDGE  U  !!  i  love  talking  to  you  somuchHHH  😭😭💞💖💕💗💘  also  the  cute  vani  pic  :(  BELOVED  SKRUNKLY  !!!!

#hyu tag #MWAH MWAH <3 ILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY #i hope ur enjoying my txt brainrot <3 KJFNSDKJNFSDFKJDSN #HOPEFULLY ILL B ON SOMUCH MORE !!

[bemused-writer]

VNC Mémoire 50 Analysis

This chapter went down very differently from how I'd envisioned. XD My main error was that I forgot that introducing Vanitas into a situation doesn't necessarily improve it and this chapter really drove that home. I got used to "Gévaudan Vanitas" but what we're dealing with is "Bal Masqué Vanitas," someone who is more unhinged than he wants to let on. I mean, I think it's safe to say Vanitas efficiently steered things into a ditch this chapter. Let's take a look as to a possible why and how.

The first thing I want to address is how the transition from Vanitas's attitude in chapter 46 compared to chapter 50 is pretty severe in terms of how he's acting towards Noé and at first seems, uh, completely insane but it's actually pretty consistent with how Vanitas has been in general.

Vanitas: Noé, stop! Don't go near him. Mikhail is--!

His reaction towards Misha actually is pretty consistent all things considered. The very mention of Misha filled him with fear in the catacombs arc and it does so here as well. We also see Vanitas demonstrate he is afraid of what might happen to Noé should he encounter him. And that thread is continued at the very start of this chapter.

We're absolutely dealing with subtleties here, but there are three things I think we can take from this exchange:

1) Vanitas is worried about Noé, but he doesn't want to be too demonstrative about it

2) He's trying very hard to hide the fact Misha unnerves him

3) Misha can read Vanitas easily

That last bit is important. Misha knew Vanitas for a couple years while they traveled with VotBM, so he knows his ticks. In particular, he knows what Vanitas is worried about. "I only made him drink my blood." The implication is that he could have done something worse and he knows Vanitas was worried about that in particular. I think it's safe to say the worse option was that Misha had corrupted Noé's name. With that concern thwarted, Vanitas's main concern regarding Noé has probably already been alleviated, which may explain why the continuation of the conversation is actually pretty calm for a moment.

In the previous two images, Vanitas is panicked or suspicious bordering on angry. In this one we see something closer to compassion and understanding. I think if the conversation had simply remained on the subject of Misha not remembering what happened to VotBM we would have gotten a very different chapter. At the very least, I think Vanitas would have focused on handling Misha in a calmer manner. I don't know if he would have explained things properly, but I think the overall vibe would be different. I think that a loss of memory is something Vanitas would sympathize with considering how protective he is of his own memories and that's probably why we got this surprisingly quiet scene with the two.

Such a thing could not last, however. Misha shook things up by revealing that yes, he thought he was dead, but he was brought back by a kind individual. Furthermore, this kind individual can bring back VotBM, too! As if that isn't enough, he calls Vanitas's entire goal in life, vengeance, silly. It's basically the perfect recipe to make Vanitas go ballistic and it worked immediately.

Okay, so in my last meta I said it's basically confirmed that Vanitas killed VotBM. I think this absolutely confirms he killed her if there was any remaining doubt. Furthermore, he talks about how he's currently working to erase her existence entirely, which is not a small statement. It could be symbolic as he is curing vampires, something she would have hated and likely going against her philosophy in some way. He is "erasing" her existence by defying her values.

He could also mean it very literally. VotBM is blamed for malnomen after all, which is the very thing Vanitas is trying to cure. If she did create malnomen and if she even had something to do with Charlatan then yes, Vanitas is very actively trying to erase her entire existence from this world.

You know, I'm sure this attempt at erasing her could lend itself well to his own self-hatred. If he wants to erase her (literally or metaphorically) then having her mark on him must be torture.

As a side note, we see Vanitas shooting with a gun in this chapter. He doesn't own a gun (weirdly) and as such I think it's likely Dante's. Dante was pretty drunk at the restaurant they were at, so he was in no position to come along, I guess. XD But Vanitas knew he would need extra protection and borrowed it all the same. Still, even Misha comments it's odd for him to use one, which makes me wonder why. Actually, the more I think about it, the stranger it is for Vanitas to go about without a gun. Sure, he has daggers and other skills, but he's in constant danger and some range probably wouldn't hurt.

Regardless, he brought the gun to fight Misha specifically I expect, which means he doesn't want to get close to him. Questions abound as to why. I do not have an actual theory about this one just yet.

At this point in the chapter, I think Vanitas had completely forgotten about Noé until he reinserted himself into the situation. After all, he needs to rescue Dominique and Vanitas is shooting at the person who has complete control over her right this minute. Definitely a recipe for disaster.

Misha gives Noé 15 minutes to find some way to drink Vanitas's blood and reminds him pulling any tricks won't work.

And this is where our communication disaster begins this chapter. Vanitas wants to handle everything on his own without interference. Noé can't allow that because he needs to protect Dominique and, also, Noé is already involved. He can't not be involved at this point no matter what Vanitas wants.

Rather than attempt any kind of sympathetic response or understanding, Vanitas goes right for the throat.

This is around where I think we need to address the elephant in the room: Vanitas and Dominique's relationship with each other. The second they met one another they couldn't stand each other.

This is the first time they really talk to one another and it's a mess. Dominique is understandably suspicious of this random human using her friend to help him cure curse bearers. She even states later on that she thinks he's using Noé for his abilities. As for Vanitas, he's simply being incredibly petty and arguably possessive to boot. He just doesn't like her getting in the way of him and Noé.

Then there's all this:

So, Vanitas knows these two are very close and overheard them as they shared an intimate moment together and even seems to have some kind of opinion on it, though it's hard to say what it is. He first seems surprised, then his expression becomes the neutral, unreadable one above. I kind of think his ultimate opinion about the whole thing is negative judging by his infamous insult to Dominique later on.

Look, Vanitas is a raging misogynist, but I think he takes special issue with Dominique. We can see with Jeanne that he actually does want to help her and holds some measure of affection for her (and now believes himself to be in love with her). He's been utterly neutral to all the other women in the series as well, such as Amelia. But Dominique? There is absolutely no love lost there and all of the above isn't even getting into one of his primary issues with her: she claimed he might worship VotBM.

Of course, Vanitas seems to get most angry when people approach the truth because there's also this scene:

I will admit that it's a little unclear who Vanitas is saying he never really hated in this scene. The official translation went with "Lou" but it could very well be "Lu" the beginning of "Luna" who was confirmed as VotBM in this very chapter, so... He hates VotBM but also loves her. That would seem about in line with the complete mess that is our current Vanitas.

So how does all this tie in with chapter 50? Well, Vanitas has a lot of issues with women, especially relationships with women and most of those likely stem from VotBM with a side dish of his being the cause of his mother's death while constantly being compared to her visually. Furthermore, he really doesn't like Dominique.

With all this in mind, is it any real surprise he refuses to help her? Because it wouldn't be that hard to. He has The Book of Vanitas and he knows what Misha wants. He could either do something to undo Misha's curse on her or he could tell Misha the information he wants to know. Furthermore, he could just make something up to tell Misha! His memories about that day are practically nonexistent after all!

But he doesn't. Some of that is, I'm sure, because he's not thinking very clearly, but some of it is definitely out of spite. Vanitas doesn't like that Noé has an attachment to Dominique. He believes it makes Noé weak. It's why Vanitas can't stand his own interest in Jeanne or Jeanne's attachment to Luca or any relationship in general. He firmly believes attachments make someone weak and I'm sure he believes his own attachment to Noé makes him weak. It's why he must do his very best to stomp it out this chapter. He must deny his own attachment to Noé, remove Noé's attachment to Dominique, and kill Misha to restore his own warped idea of order.

Vanitas is, needless to say, a human disaster.

Even with all this, there are still little glimmers of Vanitas's better side. He seems genuinely shocked and disturbed when he first hears about what happened to Louis, but then Misha continues with how it affected Dominique and he's right back to refuting the whole thing. We also get this interesting tidbit:

Talk about a loaded statement and some insight into how Vanitas views relationships with women! I have very little doubt he's thinking of VotBM right now. He says that by killing Dominique, Noé will be "free" in the way he is. Vanitas saw his relationship with VotBM (whatever kind it may have been) as a weakness and a curse and he cannot fathom that Noé's relationship with Dominique isn't somehow the same. From his perspective, it's just not possible for them to have a genuinely good thing going. He believes Dominique is too protective of Noé and is holding him back and that, clearly, killing her would be doing Noé a favor.

Vanitas's expression here reminds me of a key moment during the catacombs arc:

Here he was angry at Noé for showing compassion to chasseurs and for "holding himself back." He then tells him to get out of his sight (something he also pulled before) and calls him a slur, finally provoking a reaction.

That's not terribly dissimilar to what's happening now. Vanitas is angry at Noé for showing compassion to someone he coudln't care less about, he's "holding himself back" (as well as Vanitas), and Vanitas says the cruelest thing he can, finally provoking a reaction.

Just like in the catacombs, he got a much stronger reaction than he was betting on. I think it both cases, Vanitas was just saying whatever first came to his mind without thinking about repercussions (just like in the Bal Masqué... there's a theme here) and therein lies the second problem he has: he doesn't believe Noé will ever retaliate against him even though he has no real reason to believe that. He sees Noé as kind and mistakenly assumes this translates to him never reacting to Vanitas's cruelty. Probably because it takes a lot to rouse genuine anger out of Noé, but still. That's a serious oversight and potentially a part of that blind spot he always seems to have when it comes to Noé.

As for Noé, first he's having everything he believed about his relationship with Vanitas cruelly denied by the man himself and then Vanitas trashes on the one relationship he's managed to maintain his whole life with Dominique. It's not like Noé was going to simply drink Vanitas's blood either (that much I was right about). He asks Vanitas for his help, begs him to simply tell Misha about that day, and is denied. He confesses that it's "self-centered" but he doesn't want to do what Misha requested. He doesn't want to drink Vanitas's blood to get this answer.

So, Vanitas actually had a lot of opportunity to turn this situation around or at least delay it, but he opted instead to goad Noé until the worst possibility was realized. When Noé lunges for him, he is terrified and immediately lost in his own past where he is told to never let anyone take his memories. Both Noé and Vanitas are having painful memories awakened during this scene, so neither of them is thinking all that clearly. Vanitas is coping with Misha being right there and memories of VotBM and Noé is dealing with his own memories of Louis's death and Dominique's imminent demise. The ghosts of the dead are haunting them both.

These two pages are the most powerful of the chapter in my opinion and my personal favorites. The angling, the mutual betrayal and devastation is very well portrayed. We can see that Noé is shocked that Vanitas shot him. Not only that, but right in the eye, something a chasseur would do to weaken a vampire. We also see that Vanitas is not unaffected by the whole thing. His arm is shaking after shooting the gun and he's flinching away from Noé.

And speaking of the eye injury, I had a theory awhile back that Noé might be partially blind in his left eye due to the injury he sustained as a child. He tends to guard more with his left side and has been consistently injured on his left side as well, which suggests that's the weaker side for him. Now that his left arm is injured and his right eye is also injured, how well will he fare against Vanitas? Especially now that he has the chasseur drug (gifted to him from Dante, I expect). Normally, I would say that in a straight fight, Noé would win without a doubt, but he's been severely hampered for this arc.

Of course, none of this is taking into account the fact Vanitas has The Book of Vanitas. While shooting Noé is far from a great move, it's significantly less destructive than using the book against him and I have to wonder, why didn't he? He easily immobilized Noé during the Bal Masqué with it and if he did something like that here he wouldn't even have to argue with Noé about what should or shouldn't happen next. Noé wouldn't get a say. It's entirely possible Vanitas has simply forgotten he has it but it's also possible that some small part of him is trying to avoid the ultimate betrayal because, despite everything he said, he does care about Noé.

Meanwhile, Misha is delighting in the whole thing. He's convinced Noé will win after all, and then he'll get his answers. Except, as I've said before, Misha hasn't thought this out all that well and he definitely didn't know Vanitas had the chasseur drug. That changes a lot for this battle. Still, Misha isn't entirely uninvolved in this fight. He unleashed a bomb (I think because they got too close to Dominique? or just for fun?) and he did this:

I'm... honestly kind of confused at what I'm looking at here. Did he just turn on the lights? Or did he transform the area? To me, it's a little reminiscent of Charlatan, but they're definitely not here, so I don't know. Regardless, Misha is the one in charge of the arena and Noé only has 15 minutes to accomplish his goal.

The time limit is going to be the main problem here. I foresee these two fighting to a standstill unless Vanitas brings out the book. Then there's Dominique. She's watching all of this in silent horror. Vanitas and Noé aren't likely to stop without outside intervention. What I'd like to see happen is Dominique reestablishing power over herself and getting them to stop, but I'm worried she'll take the more dramatic route of flinging herself off the building. After all, she's dealing with a serious load of self-loathing herself and she might think she's taking away Noé's friend by being taken. I'm still holding hope for Dominique to come out of this alive, but her fate is the one thing I'm genuinely concerned about in this arc because while things are bad for Vanitas and Noé, narratively they have to eventually come back together. That's the premise of the series. There may be a bucket load of trust issues and all kinds of difficulties--they may avoid each other this whole arc--but they have to eventually work together again.

Dominique does not have that same kind of plot armor. Her fate is tied directly to whatever Mochizuki thinks is most effective for Noé's plot and, well, I guess we'll see what that is.

As for who Misha is working for, there are a couple of possibilities. My first thought was Moreau to be completely honest, but Misha does have memories of him, so it's unlikely he'd ever refer to him as "kind," so I'm going to strike that option off the list. Teacher is a vague possibility, but I also think it unlikely. He wants to observe the events around the book, not create his own. Ruthven was another likely source, but if it is him I think it's indirectly through his connection to Charlatan. He doesn't want Noé to potentially die to Vanitas after all; he has future uses for him. He also doesn't seem to have that much interest in VotBM.

So, after crossing off most of the options, I think we're left with Charlatan (who isn't really a person, so probably a no on that too) and, weirdly, Marquis Machina. Oh, and possibly the de Sades, but while they dislike Dominique, I don't think they'd expend this kind of effort. It would look bad for the family. Now, we know basically nothing about Machina, which makes him a great option because we do know he's a major player somehow but not precisely how. I guess time will tell on that one.

As for other general predictions, I think Noé and Vanitas will fight to a standstill like I said before. Their battle will probably be interrupted by something, whether that's an action taken by Dominique or a third party arriving. Misha will definitely get away regardless of which it is. Whether Noé is willing to work with Vanitas will depend on what happens to Dominique and whether Vanitas will work with Noé depends on how capable he is of just... pretending the whole thing didn't happen and whatever Noé says to him. For the most part, Vanitas has stuck with Noé because of the way Noé has spoken to him, and that's likely to remain the same. Probably. Noé wants to save curse bearers, so as long as Dominique is okay he'll probably also shove the whole thing aside in favor of doing just that. But at some point they will both have to confront that things got ugly very fast and that this is in no small part to the secrets they kept from one another and the biases Vanitas keeps.

Waiting for the next chapter is going to be hard. XD I'm personally very excited about how things are going. They're not what I guessed, but they are super interesting and will really have an impact on the series, so I'm definitely here for it.

#vanitas no carte #vnc #vnc meta #vnc spoilers #Bemused's post #long post

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Ok I cackled at your dgm vnc meme — priceless 😂😂 It’s been years since I’ve read dgm I can only remember it was on hiatus forever, you do know if it’s still actually continuing? Also thank you for this blog, you have such great insight and I love reading your theory posts 👌

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First of all, thank you!! I'm so glad you like my vnc posts :).

As for Dgm, yes, it's continuing! The giant hiatus that everyone remembers actually ended way back in 2015. It's been in more or less continuous serialization since then. It's just being serialized really slowly.

Due (I think) to Hoshino's continuing health issues impacting the speed she can work at, D.Gray-man is currently being published in a quarterly magazine. This means there are 4 new chapters per year (in January, April, July, and October). We've gotten 28 new chapters in the past 8ish years.

However, despite this snail's pace, post-hiatus D.Gray-man is still, like, really good. The most recent chapter as of writing this, 247, is genuinely one of my all time favs. And the art is utterly gorgeous!

The very newest chapters can be harder to find, but if you're interested, I know that everything up to the most recent chapter is on this manga site. (Though I've never opened that site on a device without adblock, so I'm not sure how safe it is in that regard). The sad clown fandom will be happy to welcome you back :).

#capping off this post with an image from the aforementioned chapter 247 #one of the dgm scenes of all time honestly #anyway. the fact that I'm a long-time dgm fan really tempered me when it came time for vnc's hiatus lmao #when you first discover your favorite manga right after it goes on a 2.5 year break #and then its return is QUARTERLY #a 1 year break in your new favorite later doesn't seem so bad #ask #anon #dgm #dgm 247 #dgm spoilers #I mean I don't think this panel is really that much of a spoiler? #you get to see that Link and Tiedoll meet back up with the fugitive gang I guess #but there's no context #ID in alt text

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hi! hope you are having a good day. i don't know if you're up to answer anything in this new blog but i wanted to hear your perspective on something that seemed fishy to me ever since i saw it. idk if it's been discussed. sorry my language here.

remember that scene where jeanne goes after vanitas right after the beast makes a storm in the mountains? and vanitas has a flashback of luna? i'm afraid i am doing mental gymnastics but y'know, jeanne isn't in the panel anymore when luna's words are being displayed in talk bubbles. actually it's noe. vanitas is laughing at the memory and noe is coming to him, and it says "even you, the one who's forever cold, will meet someone who'll keep you warm".

i mean, sure, probably vanitas remembered those words by jeanne's presence but i think the pannel speaks for itself? it looks like subliminal messages to me. idk honestly :// i feel terrible for thinking like that because i don't want to sound like a try-hard, i just wanna discuss it, really.

the panel in question: https://pin.it/6wDvkt5

awe ty for being so kind! yes, i am always up to overanalyze vnc! feel free to send inquiries abt this kinda stuff whenever lol

a lot of people have pointed out that it is definitely very purposeful that noe is the one on the panel that specifies vanitas will meet someone who will keep him warm. so, don't worry, you're not doing mental gymnastics feeling that way, lol. it very much seems to be intentional. or at least, it's pretty universally interpreted to be as such lmao.

not gonna link the stuff bc linking my old blog would kinda defeat the purpose of restarting, u know? lol

but, i made an edit on my old blog a few months back that used luna's quote over the "i will never set you free!" scene, and i also referenced that quote in my chapter 53 meta, because it very much felt like that scene was verifying that noe is intended to be read as the "someone who will keep vanitas warm." because it felt like it paralleled it so much, you know?

he's the one who has broken down so many of vanitas' walls. and is very clearly the person he feels safest, and most comfortable around. so, like, man... somebody we'll probably finally get a hug within the manga itself and vanitas will make a comment on how warm noe is and it will be so great. we would all lose our shit, and it would be absolutely glorious lmao

#vnc #vanoe #anon #answered #ty for this tbh i've had a rough time lately so this was a rly nice distraction! <3 #like i said feel free to send more inquiries whenever! analyzing vnc & esp vanoe is one of my fav hobbies #& i v much miss when i got to do it more often through asks like this lol #also just nice cause i have an outlet to still go off when i don't have like. conversation spoons so ty ty #i appreciate it <3 #mochiverse

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I'd love to see more fics exploring Noé & Domi (not necessarily in a shipping light, though I do love those two. It's the ~history~ y'know! *chef's kiss*). But I also agree, Roland & Olivier are two characters that would be really fun to explore. What are they doing when they break out of chasseur mode? I find it amusing that Olivier is so popular with the ladies but can't be bothered by all that. Heh!

Hey there! I'm so so sorry it took me forever to get to your prompt!! I loved it and fully intended to return to it...but my inspiration sort of left as soon as it came.

So I thought maybe I'd use some of these prompts for the vnc countdown since it's giving me some more! I hope that's alright!

Enjoy!

Noé’s brow was creased, his hand to his chin,

“If you keep thinking that hard, your thoughts might decide to start walking out of your head.”

“Sorry, Teacher.”

“No need to apologize,” his teacher laughed, more than anything at Noés mundane reaction at such a strange statement, “I just thought your head might appreciate a little relief. Come now, let’s look at the options over here!“ He beckoned him to the next part of the store. “What do you think?”

Noé observed the dresses towering above him, trying not to think too hard this time. He didn’t want to say he didn’t like them till he gave them a proper think over.

Then he turned to the side…and saw it.

A dress of brilliant gold, with flowers, butterflies and bows—though nothing too terribly lavish, just perfect little accents.

Noé’s eyes became stars, and his hands became triumphant fists at his sides.

“That one.” He pointed like an explorer who’d found land.

His Teacher raised an eyebrow, lifting his head to find the object of fascination. “Ah! You have taste, my dear Noé! A fine piece!”—He called for assistance—“Our dear Dominique will look lovely in that.”

He agreed. Even with her hair like that, and her eyes all sad, she would look beautiful in this. He could only hope she would be able to see it too.

*

Noé sat in a chair in Dominique’s room, swinging his legs back and forth, waiting patiently, but determinedly.

Domi came in what might have been minutes, but felt like hours later. It still made him sad to see her hair so short, and her eyes ever glazed. Gold looked better when it was allowed to shine.

She was still wearing Louis’ waistcoat.

Noé shot up at her arrival and Domi’s eyes widened upon seeing him there.

“I have—!" He fumbled with the box, almost dropping it, but managed to regain composure, holding it out to her. “I have something for you!”

Domi didn’t say anything. The curiosity in her eyes was almost imperceptible beneath that glaze, but it was there. She took the lid off the box and observed the article within. Her eyes widened, and she looked from it to Noé.

“Domi, would you please join me for dinner tonight?”

“Huh? We always have dinner together.” Her voice was low and soft.

He smiled, though there was something sad in his eyes at hearing her voice. “Yes, but tonight’s special! I know this request might seem a little strange, but I would like you to meet me in the woods later!” He pulled a badly drawn map of the forest out of his pocket and pointed at an over-exaggerated X on it. “At this location!” He looked up at her, and the look in his eyes told her she couldn’t refuse. “Will you?”

Domi’s brow furrowed. “You haven’t lost it have you, Noé?”

“Please let me know if I have! Teacher says if I think too hard my thoughts might walk right out of my head!”

“He was just saying that.”

“We can only hope, but I still don’t want to chance it.”

*

Domi’s thoughts frayed as she looked at herself in that golden dress. Like a rope that isn’t quite sure it can hold onto anything.

It was Louis. It was supposed to be Louis.

Why did they pick her? Why? Why was he cursed, and she blessed? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair they had to choose. Choices were for ice cream flavors, and what book you wanted to read, not for brothers and sisters.

Not for twins.

That word gummed up her mouth, even when she didn’t say it aloud.

Twins. She and Louis, twins. Part of her still couldn’t believe it, and the other part of her could only believe it.

That word had one benefit. With her hair cut, and wearing his clothes, she could pass for him.

Which was surely what everyone wanted. All as it should have been.

She could pretend to be Louis. And pretending to be Louis was…better that truly being Domi…wasn’t it?

So…why did Noé want her to wear this dress? Didn’t Noé prefer her looking like Louis?

“I like it when you have your hair long too. It feels so much like you’re Domi, then, and…I really like it.”

Or perhaps…

Would he like that? Would he really?

She looked at herself in this dress and she thought in some far-off part of her brain that, perhaps she was beautiful. And perhaps he picked this dress because he knew she would like it, and he knew she would look nice in it.

But she would have looked better in it if her hair were longer.

*

Noé was so glad to have Domi.

He missed Louis, and he wanted Louis back, certainly. But he was glad to have Domi, and he wanted Domi to be, well, Domi. She was no pale imitation of her brother, and didn’t deserve to be treated as such.

It made him so sad to see her cut her hair, and put herself in Louis’ clothes. It made him so sad that she thought that’s what she was, what they all wanted.

He had to show her he appreciated her.

He waited in his chair at the table with equally determined, yet barely simmering excitement.

Noé had once read a book Teacher brought from the human world in which a group of mad characters had tea in the forest. Noé thought it was rather fantastic idea, and asked Teacher if they could accomplish such a thing. The table had to be long, and the tea had to be all over it, with lots of cakes too. Teacher laughed, said What an amusing notion, and that he was sure he could set something up.

Noé wasn’t sure exactly how, but when he and Murr entered the forest, was delighted to find it almost exactly as he’d pictured. (Okay, not exactly. There was more substantial dinner food than tea, and not nearly enough desserts, but still.)

When Domi came through the forest Noé stood up, like she was a princess who deserved respect. And he wouldn’t say she didn’t look like it; he had made the right choice. The short hair looked kind of nice with it.

“You look great!” He pumped his fist at his side again.

Domi looked at the ground, but brushed her hair behind her ear.

“Why are we doing this?” She asked, but her eyes scanned the table and the dishes with that barely perceptible curiosity.

“It’s for you!”

“I mean what are we celebrating?”

“Uhh, we’re celebrating you, then, I guess!” Noé continued determinedly, pulling out a chair for Domi, as Teacher poured some blood into her goblet.

“But it’s not my birthday.” She continued looking at the setup as she sat down.

“Why does it have to be for us to want to celebrate you?” Noé sat down in another chair next to hers.

Domi’s eyes widened, and her eyes changed as she observed the table, becoming more awed, with an almost tearful shimmer to them.

When she turned back to look at Noé, for the first time since Louis’ death, he thought he really was really seeing Domi.

* Fin *

I really hope you like what I came up with! I had hoped it would be longer but I do really like the idea. And please do send me another prompt if you were hoping for something different, or else have a new idea!

Oh also, I realized after I wrote it that it's possible Noé couldn't leave the manor at that age, but I don't remember, and I didn't want to change the beginning since I realized this when I was about to post

For Roland and Olivier, I don't have something ready quite yet, but I am working on something, and I thought I'd post a snippet here for you! I'm honestly quite proud of this XD

Olivier was having a perfectly satisfactory morning. His coffee smelled just the right shade of black, and was perfectly scalding. He brought a book he’d been hoping to read for a while, but hadn’t had the time for. He lit a cigarette, and the smoke was as decadent to him as any dessert. He was just opening up said book, just bringing the cigarette to his lips when—

“OLIVIER!”

Oliver didn’t jump. Didn’t shout or otherwise react in surprise at the sudden disruption to his morning. Instead, very slowly, he closed the book, very carefully he set down his coffee. Very slowly, he lifted the cigarette and took a long drag, blowing out a wisp of smoke.

And he silently regretted (not for the first time) telling Roland where his favorite coffee shop was.

Question. For this Roland and Olivier fic, would you be more interested in reading about them running around trying to help someone find their lost pet, or a fic exploring them going to fly that small aircraft Roland was talking about? Or do you have another idea for what Roland might be worked up about? XD Feel free to put it in my ask box, I could always put this fic with that ask!

Thanks so much for sending me this prompt!!

#vnc #vanitas no carte #vanitas no shuki #noe archiviste #the case study of vanitas #dominique de sade #noé archiviste #olivier obsidian #Roland fortis #les memoires de vanitas #les mémoires de vanitas #vnc asks #vnc prompts #vanitas #vanitas no carte fanfiction #vnc fanfiction #vnc fanfic #vnc fic #vnc writers

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Ok, It's Not Red. So What? (continuation)

Noé and his left eye

At this point, I'm wondering why I decided to do this. At first, I just saw this official artwork collection, and I'm like: "These are cool, let me post something short about what I think (cos' I got a lot of time). Some of these ideas may already be out there. But still, I may drag someone else in this 'what if' hole I'm in". I meant this to be one post with 500 words only. But lo' and behold! I'm now on the fourth part of this thought dump. My lazy brain is so proud of me right now.

These posts could be read separately. But if you have some minutes to waste and have nothing better to do. Check out the previous parts here:

Part 1: Regarding some of VnC Artwork

Part 2: Oh, It's Not Red

Part 3: Ok, It's Not Red. So What?

No promises that it's worthwhile tho'.

Hopefully for the last time, a friendly reminder that best in writing is an award I never received. I'm not the person who could analyze, explain, or theorize things. Please bear that in mind while reading. Photos are not mine, of course. Also, spoiler alert to be safe.

Now that I said everything I want to say. Let's finish this thing. This would be the last absurd idea that I want to share.

I read this theory a while ago that Noé's left eye was partially blind. This was the result of his injury during his childhood. As proof, Noé always received an injury on the left side. I totally agree with this theory. There's something wrong in that left eye of his. What if Noé's left eye lost its original power? Or What if it's not his eye to begin with? Sounds farfetched? Yeah, it is, but give me a break here. This was on my head for a long time now, and this needs to be out of my system.

Ok, first, let me tell you why I think his left eye is suspicious.

1. Noé had an eye injury when he was a kid. But after a while, it healed as nothing happened. This could easily be explained. It was healed totally by his vampire's power.

2. How and when he received that injury is questionable. (Actually, that whole story is suspicious) Did he receive it before or after being kidnapped? I don't much about slave trade in VnC world. But, if you're going to sell something you don't want it to have visible damage, right? (Sorry if the comparison sounds offending)

3. This may be for artistic purposes. However, there are panels where Noé's left eye was hidden by his hair or something. Most of them are when he is emotional. Or, more precisely, when it's about Vanitas. This is not always the case, and maybe I'm just reading to it more than necessary. But let me give you some examples:

(I had a hard time in this cos' I'm confused about what is left and right)

Let me briefly explain the picture from left to right

Bal Masque Arc: (It is not noticeable in this arc, actually. But when Noé is scolding Ruthven, we can't see his left eye.) The image above is when human Vani told Noé to leave him alone Then the one beneath is the moment when Noé declared that he will stay with human Vani.

Catacombs Arc: This is the time when Noé forgot to cut his hair. His left eye is hidden at about 90 percent of this arc. I only saw it again when Noé got angry with the weird doctor because he keeps calling human Vani by number "69". Even after the conclusion of this arc, his left eye is hidden.

Pre-Gevaudan Arc: We all know what happened the night before this. In the panel above, his eye was hidden when he was expressing his guilt. Then when he's being honest, Mochijun-Sensei showed his left profile.

Misha Arc: I know it's still fresh in your memories. To make this short, they are fighting to the death. The above panel is when Noé's reevaluating the events that happened. Then below is when he realized that he did not look at human Vani properly.

I'm a VaNoé shipper so I could go on all day, but I think I already get my point across. There's a pattern here when human Vani and Noé are having an issue. Or when Noé can't understand the former, his left eye is hidden. After they kiss and makeup Mochijun-sensei shows Noé's left eye.

I think I already established that Noé's left eye is weird, so let's move on. If you encountered my prior post, I assumed that Luna and Noé are twins. Let's ignore that notion. For now, I will settle with the idea that the blue vampire and Noé are related. They could be siblings, parent-child, or kinsmen. I'll believe that Noé is related to the blue moon vampire until Mochijun-Sensei says otherwise.

So, I emphasized Noe's hidden eye a moment ago. Who else out there that we don't see her left eye? Yup, the vampire of the blue moon. (I already mentioned this on my previous post)

This is not related but look at these panels:

After hearing human Vani's childhood story, Noé and Luna both asked the question about hating the vampires. Take note that Luna is on the right, the eye that was she's not hiding. Noé on the left profile, the hidden eye at times. I don't know if there's a meaning in this or what, it's just interesting.

Going Back,

If Noé is related to the blue vampire and the cursed book. (I think Grandpa DeSade won't ask him to observe the book without reason, he possibly be the real owner). Maybe at some point, his eyes are blue. Or maybe one of his eyes is blue. The left eye, perhaps?

So far, we only saw Noé gazing at the blue moon in the first chapter.

Left profile, left eye, interesting. (I'll say this again and again, Sensei is shady. Even that smile)

Well, it's his right eye. However, it's his left that noticed the moon first.

Next...

The whole sentence is "and see for yourself with your own eyes..." Is it just a coincidence that the panel with the words "with your own eyes" was a close-up of Noé's left eye? (He's still looking up the blue moon here)

Now, assuming that his eyes are blue before. What happened? As I said earlier, maybe he lost the power of his left eye or just transferred it to someone. Is there someone heterochromatic that is always with Noé? Oh, yes, Murr.

So, in a nutshell: What if Noé has the power of a blue and red moon vampire before the series' timeline started? (He's kind of special since it would only show when he's using his vampiric powers) Then, something terrible happened that we don't yet. And they had no choice but to transfer that power to Murr?

At one point, I imagined that Noé and Murr exchanged eyes, but dismissed it since I thought that Murr's eyes are red. But now that I changed my mind about Murr's eye color, I think this could still be a possibility.

I'll leave it up to your imagination as to how everything happened. This is just a half-boiled theory I had that needs to get out of my mind. I'll try to expound it furthermore when I found out more (or maybe I would already change my mind)

This scene would negate my thousand words post entirely. Because the injury Noé had is shown when he met Sensei for the first time. This means he should still be heterochromatic here. The old man knows that he's a vampire. So, it's either, Noé told them, or the couple saw his vampiric characteristics. They would tell Noé that his eyes was strange, right? But it looks like had no idea at all.

(I'll just copy and paste from my previous post)

I believe that Mochijun-sensei is keeping the timeline vague since it would reveal too much information. I mean, we don't know how long time passed from the day Noé was found by the old couple to the day Sensei brought him to the castle in the forest. Keep in mind that the vampire's growth differs for each person, as well. Also, is the story the Noé and Sensei told trustworthy? As far as I could tell, Sensei is shady, like really. Besides, Noé's memory is also not reliable. After all, someone out there may have the ability to manipulate memories. What if Noé was was born ages ago and was induced to sleep for a long time for whatever reasons?

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I really love Noé and Murr. You see, the title of the series is The Case Study of Vanitas, but I'm more curious about Noé. My guts tell me that he would unexpectedly surprise us in the future chapters. Do you have any ideas or thoughts you want to share about VnC? tell me, I'm so bad at digging gold here.

That's the end folks, I warned you this might not make any sense. I'm just a person who has a lot of time on hand got bored waiting for the next chapter. Still, I had fun writing this. It's entertaining to crack our heads with the possibilities of what would happen in the story. But remember to always respect the authors. It's their work and art.

Note: I wrote this to indulge my over-thinking self. This is just a random theory, thoughts, assumptions, and/or head-canons. Thank you for taking the time to read and understanding if I made any mistakes or post whatever it is you don’t agree on.

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#9 Aitor x Casey 'Whatever it takes'

Note: Longest Chapter yet, Bois. At least 7000 or 8000 words. I must though include, the scene of this chapter is definitely not the same anymore as in-game. I felt extra bored when I tried to follow the exact events, so i changed them to fit more to my and the story's general narrative. Basically: Casey and angst.

All fat red single lines are Casey's rage speaking to her. Those are not really what she thinks, to ease confusion while you are reading.

'italicized paragraphs like this that are on their own are Casey remembering things.'

Also, Jack Matt's character is a bit less...uh... manipulating in the stories, if not noticable already, because I wanted his character to be bit more understanding and possible to trust in, since in this, the Peacekeepers are the good guys and they stay them. Fuck the survivors, forever.

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"The VNC Tower is your only way of communicating?!" You ask worried, a bit too loud with your reaction as Jack tried to gesture to you to calm down, you basically throwing the table already. You were promised that after the contract, there would be nothing stopping you from finishing up your business here.

But apparently that was just a lie?

"Without it we can not get far with our radios, but once the TV Tower is back online we can reach much further. Practically anywhere." He explains unusually ecstatic, showing you the plans of how the radio system inside of the tower worked since you asked for them for when you had to fix them.

"Why are they not already online?" You return, having seen the Tower, feeling slight familiarity with it's architectural design as with the TV Tower in Seneux and maybe knowing somewhat how to climb it, "It has been tried almost a decade ago. That's how the nightrunners became shamed history..." "I'm guessing that's why Frank is the drunk lost cause he is today?"

Jack nods at your keen observation, leaning down at the table, "The Tower is basically a grave to anyone brave and or stupid enough to enter it with the way it is today. Not only the Nightrunners, also former Pilgrims, Scavengers, Peacekeepers...anybody who thought they got what it takes. But as you can guess, they didn't..."

So he asks you? What made him so incredibly sure that you actually had what the others lacked?

"And why should I end up any different? Or do you just hope really fucking hard that I don't fuck myself up?" Bringing up your question, he shakes his head, like he was indeed sure he won the lottery with you showing up on his hand of cards.

He may have, since you did have something different about yourself than those that came before. But what if you didn't want to risk your life? You obviously would, since the tower was part of the matter of the mission you got here with. You had no real other choice, did you?

"Casey, are you joking? You managed to clean up the streets better than all my men together, you even act like it's not a big dea-" "Because it isn't." "...And not to forget you took care of four Volatiles on your very own. FOUR! " "Yes but that wasn't me, Jack!"

Your arguments went back and forth as he sighs, seeing that you were actively bothered by his idea of sending you into this with even the slight hint of his idea including you using whatever resided within your bloodstream and brain matter.

"I...i don't see another way. Nobody normal will be able to climb this tower. Not without your immediate help at least..." He finally admits, the reason he asked you for, because he needs you to lead his men through the building, but before you can butt in again, he continues, "and the tower has a dangerous reason for being unclimbable. It's a nest..."

...for Volatiles.

He told you the whole truth, your eyes only widening as you listen closely. That's also how you find out about the fact that you needed to meet up with Aiden at the Tower later on, Jack gave him the job to talk with Juan, you could honestly care less right now about who that dickhead was, not really interested in that, but his part in the mission was important anyways. Juan was tasked with bringing UV Lamps to the PK for the Tower, since otherwise they wouldn't even get inside to make base.

From what you heard though, there have been complications and Aiden first had to go look for Juan's men and then the Lamps for himself. Hearing all that, you could only think about how bad this was going already, but still went on your way. "I believe in you, Casey, you'll make your father proud if he could see you today, i am sure."

While Jack didn't have any business with your dad — yet, at least — you still had to agree partially. If you managed to do this, be it with Aiden and the PK or on your own, this would change a lot for the future, mostly Villedor's immediate Future, but also Seneux's.

"I know." You reply calmly before leaving his office. You weren't aware if Aitor was part of the squad in the Tower, but you silently hoped he wasn't. Aitor's strong, especially with you now occasionally showing him two or three nifty tricks during training and planning to get him more flexible for future Parkour Training, but you didn't want to risk his life in that place, not with yiu already risking your own. In the end you didn't want to risk anyone's life. The best option would've been sending you alone, you're quiet and quick, the Volatiles wouldn't even realize you went past them, but an order was an order.

Losing Aitor in this place, you would feel guilty for letting him follow you in the first place. He was used to fighting all kinds of Infected, strong ones, quick ones...and yet is this a whole different story. Volatiles are no joke.

"Casey? Don't tell me that he's actually sending you up into that death trap?!" Shouts the very man you just thought about, behind him Emily and Jake. He must've been playing and drawing with them, since he had various odd stickers on his arms and his blue gear while the kids carried some unfortunately poor excuses for crayons in their small hands. If you wouldn't be on your way to such a life or death kinda mission, you'd have mentioned it with a slight teasing snicker, perhaps even asked the kids if they needed help decorating their dad. Especially the big, adorable and fuzzy pink heart one on his chest that you remember giving Emily a while ago.

"Yes...no other choice. They'd be dead meat without me. And nonetheless, the radio is part of my business as well, without it we have zero contact to Seneux..." You didn't have to look into his eyes to know that he didn't approve of Jack's decision in the slightest, his even deeper than usual scowl already telling enough, "This isn't right! What does he think happens if you die?! Seneux will never forgive him, they will see the fault in this with him as well!" He claims angrily, him raising his slightly intimidating voice, drawing in the attention of multiple off-duty PK nearby as they start to listen to what it was about, curious about you as always ever since you became such a relevant person in their ranks.

"What did he just say? You're going to climb the fucking TV tower!? Did you never hear of the tragedy all these years ago?!" One asks dramatically, spiking panic across the soldiers as they begin muttering among themselves, mostly in worry but some of them already began mourning you, if you heard correctly. You needed to get out of this hallway, all these people bringing in their opinions pissed you off, clouded your mind.

Once away from the others, Aitor grabbed your upper arm, not enough to hurt you but still rough enough to definitely get your attention. Still behind him, the kids look at you with confusion and fear...for you? "You can't go there! Casey, you're strong...but please...i don't want to lose you because of a fucking radio signal. There's gotta be a different way?"

The worry in his tone almost made you think about your decision. Almost. But this couldn't be ignored. Without a signal this town would be stuck all isolated, just like before. No Seneux, no Network, no new survivors. No new desperately needed hope.

"I'm so so sorry, Aitor. But i have to. This is for you, Emily and Jake as well. If i don't make it on top...i will make sure you get to Seneux anyways. No matter how. I got my own plans, they won't fail you. Here..."

From a pocket on your original gear — which you put on for the first time since weeks now, since you usually didn't need such high level gear around Villedor — you pull out a small map of the wild area around Villedor, the one you used at the beginning before you met Aiden to locate yourself around the forest. On it was a marked location with coordinates and detailed instructions on how to get there. Aitor's eyes switched from you to the map and back, confused on what you wanted him to do, for what it was specifically.

"What is thi-" "I planned this two days ago. If during any future mission i would be 100% certain that i won't make it, i will make use of something we call a 'last signal' in the Security Corps. It's build into my personal radio, it will record my last message before I die and send it to my radio signal of choice, no matter if scrambled, hidden behind an algorithm or else. It will get there in time. Like the Blackbox of an airplane, just on a soldier. Our people never go quietly." Emily and Jake go up to the map in curiosity, squinting at the weird layout, "But what about you, Casey?" The little girl asks, not entirely getting at what you're aiming with your idea. But Aitor for sure did.

"You'll give them the coordinates of this location. Right? This is how you want to make sure we get safely to Seneux no matter what?"

He didn't sound like he was happy with your plan, shaking his head as he tries wrapping his head around it. "This isn't how i want this to end, believe me, Aitor. But at least then I would be able to rest in peace, in said worst case scenario. I will make sure they'll treat you right at my home...even if i never get the chance to reach it again myself."

Then it seems to suddenly dawn on his kids too and they start tearing up quietly, at first, then they start loudly weeping, "But...but we don't want to lose you! We want you to come with us!" Emily cries for both of them, Jake nodding strongly at this, both their crayons long forgotten on the cold ground as they run towards you. They tightly cling to your highly geared legs, one each as you sigh at their reaction. You couldn't let emotions get into your way now, couldn't let them change your already set mind.

"Emily, Jake...i... it's not like i plan on not coming back. Let's say it's our great back up plan?", You try to encourage them to believe in your words, eyeing Aitor, who was looking mad, pissed beyond belief at your overly reckless plans. But mostly, he looked dead worried.

"Please, you have to come back, whatever it takes! If you don't come back...we...our dad...he will...he will miss you so much! He hasn't been happy for sooooo long! If you're gone...we don't want our dad to be sad again...what if he never smiles again...?"

The fact about not letting your emotions get you was hard when their tear struck eyes basically force you to look away, holding back your own tears at what they said. Were you really making him that happy again, was he really that sad without you? What did he tell them about you when you're not with them?

Your only way of making sure they calmed down, was the dirty way, "I promise you two...i will do everything i got to show to get back alive. Nothing will stop me. Nothing will take me away." You lie with a heavy heart through a forced smile, feeling your own eyes wet with salty tears as you look back to Aitor...he saw right through your lie, you couldn't promise such things, not even you, you didn't know what to expect in the tower...

But the kids seemed to buy it quite well, nodding eagerly, finding more hope in your gentle words as you kneel to their height to hug them tightly one last time.

They grew so much on you in these last weeks since you met them, growing over your initial dislike in kids, loving to spend time them and Aitor like you're their actual mother. Like you're a real family together. Like your life never got this fucked up.

Losing all this...

Losing them. Losing Aitor.

The possibility alone made you thrive for the top. For them. For this rare but wonderful feeling of normality.

"Come here, you two gnomes, Casey...Casey surely has to leave now. She can't let them wait at the Tower." Aitor calls with equally forced calmness as you to his kids, having to be their anchor even in tough situations. They surprised you with how well they suddenly seemed to listen to their dad for once, running to his side, one on each. They tried their best to dry their old tears, sniffling still a bit, but still, you saw the small smiles forming. "We believe in you...come back in one piece, please, i love you and take care." He tells you for all three of them, except the 'i love you', it coming only from him personally as he comes over to you one last time to lean down and give you a kiss, a bit too passionate and gentle for you, who tried to not think about said kiss like it may be the last one you two ever shared.

"I will and i love you more..."

No promises, not a second lie. Giving the false promise to the kids to protect them already made you feel bad enough, but you couldn't lie to him as well. And he knew, blessing you with one of his rare genuine smiles although with a hint of slight pain in his expression at the knowledge of you not being able to give him a real promise, knowing your rule.

You turn around, feeling his bigger, heavy hand slip off your shoulder as you walk away, hearing him pick up both Emily and Jake to carry them back to his current quarters.

It took you ten minutes to reach the TV Tower, it's size being just as intimidating as you thought it would be.

"Great, you finally made it too, what did you do? Take a nap or something??" Brooks asked teasingly with a chuckle, his presence worrying you as Aiden popped his head in as well, walking towards you two. Brooks had become a really good friend, similar to Hepper, Jackson, Rowe and Wierzbowski — or just by his first name, Trevor, because you had honest trouble pronouncing his last name...always — and knowing he was here...meant he could die today, which wouldn't hurt just you, but he was also a part of Aitor's squad along with Hepper and Jackson.

"I...i said my goodbyes to Aitor and his kids." His chuckle died down in an instant as he awkwardly realized how serious you are. "Shit...i...I'm sorry, dude. I know what they mean to you, all three of them..." He mumbles but you wave him off, with the possibility of soon having no time left to be angry at such little things, you didn't want to fight with your friends, "You couldn't know, but since i don't plan on dying today, I'm sure we can laugh about this shit...next week...at least."

Nodding hopeful, he turns around to the entrance of the tower to join the other PK while Aiden walks up fully now. "Said your goodbyes, really?" It wasn't meant to be teasing, as you expected, but more surprised, "Yeah. I couldn't just leave like that. And i even had to lie to the kids. Otherwise they may have balled their eyes out..." Kicking at some lose stone, he nods in thought, "Are you that afraid that we will fail? After everything we have done here? After everything you have done?" He questions you and your seemingly irrational fears, looking down to you to maybe read your face. But it long decided to abandon anything that could show your weaknesses during this mission. Just like it was taught in the academy.

"Yes i am Aiden, because no matter what we have already done and shit. This is something else in its scale. I'm sure you have heard often enough by now why the tower hasn't been taken back yet already."

Taking a look up to the massive building, you don't even want to start imagining on how many volatiles you would find in it, ready to chew on your bodies like feral, constantly starving dogs on cadavers.

"I'm very aware, yet we don't have much of a choice, do we? Without it i most likely will never find Mia and you will never be able to contact Seneux!" He claims angrily, knowing exactly what made this so important, making you sigh in defeat.

You wished you could somehow make him change his mind, so you only had to go up on your own, but knowing that this was tied with his sister, there was nearly nothing that you could do to deter him now anymore, other than one thing. "Jack promised that he'll help you with finding your sister's possible location, right?". If you'd know what the deal was, maybe you could give him a better one? "He said with the transmitter and the antenna working again i could use a 'Detector' to not only find Inhibitors but maybe also clues for Mia, i will have an easier job at finding her. So I have to do this as well, for her. You can not shake me off."

You just wanted to retort just as annoyed as you see Rowe at the entrance, pissed at your antics as usual, "Get your chatty asses in here, ladies, or we leave you down here!" As lovely as always, that kind, young-at-heart man. Nodding at Aiden, you two go inside of the base level of the second tower — the main tower not accessible from ground floor — the by now more than familiar Peacekeeper Blue and the emblem being pretty on the outside walls.

"Listen well to the plan..." Rowe continues, simply ignoring the fact that you ignored him as well — like a dad and a teenage daughter, on some scale you liked this stupid father-daughter relationship, he reminds you a lot of your real dad...you would miss Rowe...— and wandered down the lobby instead.

Staying close to the walls and doors in "curiosity", you carefully look for something very specific at the lower parts of the walls. You were supposed to lead them, as much as you resented the idea of taking much weaker and definitely still unprepared men into a fight that maybe even kills you, but you had to make yourself familiar with this building, or that's at least what you told your self-conscious to feel better about what you're actually about to do...

That's when you realized that the tower did really look familiar for a distinct reason. This was a perfect copy of the TV Tower in Seneux.

You needed no plan. You didn't need them. You knew exactly where to find what you needed.

Having lost count of how many times you climbed the old tower back home, you knew the quickest paths along it on the inside, for both the side and the main tower. Now there is only to hope that the tower has similar structural weaknesses as the architectural garbage back in Seneux, then the pathways will also be the same. Or at least very similar.

"Hey Kiddo, instead of daydreaming while hugging old moldy walls, get over here for briefing!"

Rolling your eyes at Rowe's dire need to call you kiddo, you stroll over to join them at their table with the buildings' plans on it, weighted down with some bricks they found. Seeing it confirms your thoughts. Definitely a copy.

"I know this tower." You finally found a space of air between Rowe's talking over the plan, having now all eyes on you again, "How?" "Seneux has the same exact model. Climbed it too many times to count for parkour training."

Rowe face lighted up and for a moment it seemed like he just wanted to give an actual — very fatherly — compliment to you when the lights suddenly started to flicker erratically only to then go out entirely. Something pulled the plug on you.

How very convenient.

While Rowe and Aiden went to investigate and hopefully restore power to the tower, you went through the sneak way in the walls only you apparently knew about, even with the blueprints, using the very appealing distraction from whoever or whatever to start your lone climb to the top.

It being an old and rusty maintenance shaft, you could only hope that the ladder you used wasn't also rusty to the last bits. You weren't heavy, so in theory it should hold you just enough. Cringing slightly at the groans it produced, you kept ascending.

After five minutes and now very sensitive eyes from staring at nothing but literal darkness paired with decade old dust particles unfortunately getting moved around now by you coming through, you reach the 30th floor, deciding to poke your now also dusty head out for any threats to eliminate before the rest reached this floor — if you couldn't help it.

And you had been right with your cautious check. This floor had been noisy as hell for a reason. Tons of bloaters. One massive one. And one patrolling Volatile.

"This is going to be so disgusting..."

Climbing from your little hole, not just because you needed to kill the infected, but also because there wasn't much left to climb in it due to a bend over and broken ladder. You quietly arm your bow and aim at the first bloater, releasing your silent shot. The blood splattered everywhere. Noisily.

While this one had been the only one in your way of climbing up to one of the elevated old lamps, it exploding on you caused the currently only Volatile nearby to become agitated. Your heart beats in you chest as you hid from it right behind a wall near the elevator, hearing it's roars and aggressive shrieks.

As it decided to walk away again, you regain your false sense of security and stop holding your breath you didn't realize you were holding in the first place. That seemed to be already enough as you hear it stop abruptly, shrieking.

It heard you.

You couldn't take your axe out quick enough as it rounded the corner and dragged you out from you corner, throwing you across the floor covered in shard of glass from the broken door you hid near.

It was different, more coordinated than others of its "Species", as it hit you right into a different bloater. There was no time even for you — as agile as you were — to get to your feet and run from it as it grew in size shortly, its force of explosion catapulting you back through the open space of lobby as you hold back a sharp cry of pain. If you didn't get this situation under control, you won't live to tell the tale...

Just as the Volatile jumped on you again to bite into your tender bits of meat, your clouded mind seeing everyone you ever cared for look down at you in disgust and disappointment as you start regretting so many life choices, you feel your feared adrenaline kick in.

Do not give up. You gave a promise. You do not break them, whatever it takes!

As if something took over you, you shake off the infected like it was nothing. Your muscles once again felt like they began burning and you felt your inner rage take control as you went face to face with your opponent. You..."you" snarl, your slightly sharper teeth showing at the staggered Volatile as you overpower it, your viscous spit dripping down onto it as you sink your teeth into it in the next moment, just like it planned with you, ripping it into rotten ribbons, splattering its useless insides across the dirty floor before mindlessly moving onto anything else that moved in your area of sight until nothing was left.

Noise from your hips called you back from your rampage, feeling every vein in your tiny body pumping way above its pay grade, your head pulsing painfully as you grab your Radio. "CASEY WHERE ARE YOU!?! DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU AR—", but your hand moves against your brain's clear orders of speaking with Aiden, only your adrenaline and rage moving you at that regretful moment as it crushes the radio with one swift motion.

On the outside you growled at the tension-thick air, only seeing the top of the tower as your goal, as your enemy to conquer. You are the predator it should fear.

On the inside you're screaming in horror at what you had just done: the radio, your personal radio, you just broke was your only chance to safe Aitor and the kids in case everything went to shit. How could you!?

But that inner meltdown didn't stop "yourself" from taking care of the elevator next, making sure nobody could follow you to stop you by breaking its circuiting. Maybe it wasn't half bad what "you" just did, that way they couldn't accidentally become your next target.

About to continue ascending, your body suddenly collapses on itself as you cramp, every muscle in your body screaming at you to stop moving, to curl up and wait for your painful death of your heart literally exploding in your chest. And all you could do was scream back, you now monstrous, distorted voice echoing through the empty lobby and probably all the way down to Aiden and Rowe.

"Helpppp..." You cry out, your normal voice breaking through every once in a moment as you became capable of standing up again, you body not wasting a second of its unnatural energy as you climbed up into a broken through hallway and through a elevator shaft, all the way up onto an outside part of the second tower. Using your stronger legs for further and more powerful jumps across the definitely life threatening gaps at this point, you reach a terrace.

While you had been stuck in the building a massive storm began, harsh rain and wind going across all of Villedor, the occasional lightning paired with loud Thunder brightening the dark and cloudy skies as you survey the surrounding area on a ledge.

'Emily and Jake are afraid of thunderstorms. But ever since you were at their sides during those, they almost started hoping for them. They said they gave them a reason to spend even more time with you...

You gave them a new direction to look towards whenever they got scared.'

You spot an old crane and go near it to inspect it. Fixing its fuse, though a bit harsher and primitively than you usually did, you make it functional again before eyeing the controls with squinted eyes.

Just about to rip it off from not wanting to waste "your" time on it, you fight back some control, feeling sick at the bottom of your stomach as you get a taste of the Volatile's vile blood on your lips and teeth. Using the panel while trying to hold back your adrenaline, you manage to move the steel beam on its end to swing in a position useful for you.

It was getting so hard fighting for control...

Why didn't you just let it fight your fights? Wouldn't it be easier?

Biting through the pain of the mental claws scratching on your mind, you leap for the metal beam to swing across with it into the main tower. Right into a volatile meeting room, apparently.

Carelessly, you use your arms as shields against their own attacks as you grab one, throwing it out through the wide gap you used just before that to enter. What surprised you was the pause in the Volatiles' attacks, them just staring at you. Normally you would've been too surprised to attack yourself, more interested in finding out the 'why', but now you have no business doing so.

With agitated growls, you jump at them. With your body being so overrun with white hot anger, they felt not stronger than any basic infected as you mangle their already dead bodies further, ripping and tearing through their limbs and torsos with everything you had to give.

' "Someday i want to be just as strong as you are!" said Jake once to you after he sneaked some glances at your training with his dad. It's very reminiscent to you, as you remember saying the exact same thing to your dad once, astonished at his seemingly endless strength...and the only thing you could say to Jake was "It's better if you don't."

When you got lost, when you lost your direction, it has always been your dad that helped you find the right path... '

You thought you grew more and more helpless to your rage with every stretch of path you had managed to cover on the tower, the cold air irritating your animalistic side. Just about to leave the last safe platform before you had to swing yourself across various dangerous gaps in between some steel beams, you imagined hearing someones voices. A familiar one, again.

It sounded like it was on your back, but you couldn't think clearly because of the ever threatening storm raging on, trying to challenge your own inner rampage. You hit your cramping...hands... against you already throbbing head in a matter to possibly regain more control again. Taking off you backpack with some clear struggle, you hear the familiar voice much clearer...

"Casey!? Casey! Please tell me you're still with me!", It just wanted to crush the headset you forgot in your backpack this morning, as well, until you realized who it was, Aitor. He is going to be so disappointed, disgusted and horrified once he hears your voice...but you wanted to hear his voice again...a last time. Or was this too much to ask?

You don't need him, ignore him!

"A-aitor??" You ask, the first smidge of fear since an hour now and it was ironically because of your fear of losing him. Not through death, but through you. "Thank goodness your still somewhat there! I...Aiden informed me of what you did...I'm at the tower's base."

He is what!? This was too dangerous, he needs to leave! "I know what you're about to say, that i should leave because it's too dangerous. But i am strong too, i need you to remember this at least every once in a while..."

You just wanted to reply to him as you went through another muscle spasm, like it wanted to cut you off from everything that reminded you of your human feelings, unexpectedly hitting the hard cement floor as you bend over on your side without your control and you howl and cry out in pain. They were getting stronger, you're far too long on this adrenaline rush. If you didn't manage to win over this...what would happen to you?!

Something greater.

What you said next wasn't even planned, but it left your lips anyways, desperately clinging onto everything left that is human inside of you, "H-help..." You stammer out meekly, your vocal cord strained from all your abominable screaming and shouting, eyes widening as you hear your own, weakening voice say it, no grunts no nothing. As you laid on the floor, trying to control the freakish power inside of you, tears streamed down your bruised face, they were red, caused by an overload of blood in your body as it got reproduced way too quickly. Everything, not just your nerves, muscles and heart worked beyond normal speed...

"Casey, you can—" "A-aitor...I don't want to die..." You whimper out scared as your bleeding lips tremble, the rain soaking your body, hanging onto the last thread that kept you here on this world, Him. He is your entire world and he became it so quickly too... everything you ever desired, in one human being.

Nothing is forever though, remember that.

Through the pumping of your hot blood, you can hear him curse, hearing slightly choke in shock at your words, at how weak you suddenly sounded, "Listen to me, you won't! You know why? Because Emily and Jake believe in you, we ALL do! And, you gave them a promise, you, of all people, do not break promises!"

'When your heart is beating slow, you know where to go. In such short time, he became your strength whenever you lost yours...'

Right. The promise. But it was a lie...

"Forgot? I lied. Shit...shit like that happens—" "Not with you, you have proven that often enough!"

He is right. You never broke a promise until now.

Time to change that once and for all...

No!

"I will do it." Is all you croak back in response as you fight past your aggressive self again, ignoring its ever growing voice in the back of your aching mind, eyes fixating the top as your goal, not its enemy. On your path, you keep hearing voices from the headset. Sometimes it was Aitor. But sometimes you also heard Aiden, Rowe, Brooks and the other men, trying to basically hype you up.

Trying to keep you from succumbing to the sweet ease of rage.

If you had known how cold it would get up here because of the on going thunderstorm, you'd have worn something warmer under your now pretty useless and really heavy riot gear. As you swing across on a few steel beams to gain height, you feel just how cold your hands are and whimper weakly to yourself "It's...it's so cold..." In an attempt of getting sympathy from your own out of control body.

But you didn't.

It keeps forcing you forward and you need it anyways: If you didn't at least manage to get the transmitter onto the radio controls, your most likely impeding death was worthless. Then you wouldn't have failed just you, but everyone who believed in you.

Now everyone is watching you, praying to whatever is left that you succeed after you made it impossible for them to climb the tower themselves.

Your death would doom all of Villedor.

'When you were stuck in the med bay after the kidnapping of the kids, you found out that Aitor had an actual really nice singing voice. So now, whenever you felt weak, whenever you needed his warmth in more than just physical touch, you begged him to sing with you or for you. Not once he denied your odd wishes. Though you never knew if he actually liked doing you that favor...'

"I can do this! I know i can!" You scream loudly against the strain of your vocal cords, no longer caring about the attention you could get from Volatiles that way, there was no way they could reach you up here anymore at this altitude. You ran up the last parts of the slopped roofs, determination propelling you further than you thought you could as you felt the last ledge on your less human fingertips. Gravel met your claws as you pull yourself up with enough strength to throw yourself a few feet into the air, landing on your feet with a smidge of inhumane pride.

You're on the roof, the bitterly cold rain soaking you to the bones as you feel a need to scream out your inner rage, having no where to go anymore other than the small maintenance tower of the antenna.

And you did scream... "I did it, Aitor! I'm at the— AHHH!"

But not as planned.

If you ever have been unlucky, this was the highest point of misfortune you could reach: During another muscle spasm, just as you wanted to tell Aitor and the others that you made it, you heard thunder right over your head, your sensitive ears caused by your changed wanted you to cover them but you couldn't as seconds later the only thing you felt anymore was immense, unbearable pain.

From your knees, you fall to the ground, motionless.

"Casey? CASEY? CASEY!!!" you barely heard the multiple voices crackling through your toasted headset, it being a few feet away from your head after you fell and it lost hold on it.

What just happened?! Did your adrenaline take over you? Did your heart finally explode, take you from this world?

You heard it sizzle and crackle. All around you. In and on you. You felt erratic, more than before and you could smell burned skin and hair. It came from your wrist, only now really registering the black veins covering your lower arm, now slowly starting to fade away.

Looking at the burn mark after you managed to sit up, you realize one crucial fact first: Your claws are gone.

In fact: You had surprisingly a lot of control?

The second was the burns on your left wrist, the way it...sparked...after you touched it. Did you get hit by lightning?

Did you just survive being hit by said lightning!?

'In your current troops and your squad you were known best by your immense combat and parkour speed being paired with some exceptional strength in your arms and feet, some having decided to give you the field nickname of "la foudre" by the french men and simply "Lightning" or "Thunder" with anyone else.'

The headset was in bad shape, but it was still functional, fortunately as you pick it up weakly, "I-i'm good. Breathing and all that shit...but i don't know...how long..." You cough in between your sentence, standing up on weak limbs as you trudge over to the maintenance antenna and climbed it with your last bits of energy.

Exhaustion took over you rapidly, too rapidly, as you flip open the metal cover roughly, hearing it hit against the other boxes next to it as you push in the transmitter, feeling your conscious leave you after you activated the needed controls. Your hand slips off as you fall onto the ground of the maintenance platform, hearing only dim voices — slowly breaking up and distorting — of worry in the back...

You did it...Aitor...Dad...you actually did it...

"I did it, Aitor...i love..."

And the world went dark...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(sike.)

With a start, like by a car battery, you sit up straight, feeling cold metal below you. The light shining in your face was incredibly bright, a cloudless sky and the unhindered sun beaming into your eyes. Where are you?

With your painful eyes squeezed shut, you feel around yourself until you realize your on an elevated platform.

Then it dawn's on you, within a second you jump to your still weak legs, holding onto dear life at the control box as your eyes adjusted to the sun again.

You're on top of the VNC Tower!

Every muscle you moved screamed in pain from what had happened before, but at least your exhaustion was away in some parts, enough to let you move again in the first place. But how would you get back off of the tower?

What time was it even? Didn't it storm like crazy before that? But now there's not one cloud across the beautiful lit sky, the ground of the roof looked dry as well.

You take a look around you on the metal floor, finding you broken headset. It was partially melted. So the lightning wasn't just your imagination!?

With a broken headset, you couldn't contact the others. They probably thought you're dead...

Maybe...maybe if you left now, leaving them the instructions for contacting Seneux on their own, they will forget you, all the trouble you caused. You have caused nothing but chaos for these poor people...

That's until something fell from your backpack. A folder piece of dirty but somewhat neatly folded paper that survived like the rest of your backpack's insides due to "Any-Weather-Protection".

Curious, you unfold it, eyes widening as tears almost immediately welt up in them.

It was a children's drawing. The kids' one specifically. It featured four stick figures, resembling them, Aitor and you. "Our strong Daddy and us with our new, weird but even stronger mom in Seneux..." You read the slightly smudged writing on the back and realized that's what they drew next to the figures. It was one of the buildings in Seneux you told them about, the Campus you lived in with your friends during your academy years.

"Oh kids...no..." You mumble, one hand covering your mouth in shock, wiping away your tears as you see what you did, how you just walked into their lives like this and they clung to you. If you left now...you would never be able to live with your choices. "Merde...i gave you two a promise and I will keep it. Lie or not."

You take your backpack back onto your sore and bruised shoulders as you ready your paraglider after you had luckily found it again in your other crap stuffed into the backpack's pockets, having "bought" one off of a Survivor a while back now, hopeful for you last bit of muscle strength as you pop one of the dextrose cubes to help yourself out shortly, knowing that at this point, it's definitely not capable of pepping you up entirely.

"Here goes nothing." You tell to nobody but yourself as you leap off the high up platform, pulling the drawstring on your paraglider to deploy it high enough to cover as much distance with it as you could. Straight for the old freighter.

You were sure that on some parts of the way, you partially lost consciousness again, luckily just seconds every time, as you managed to see a fit landing point for yourself. Right into the ship.

With sudden air pushing you forward, you aren't sure if that was a good or bad thing as you realize that at this speed, you'd crash against one of the many containers that build up the walls of the PK Base.

"CAREFUL!" You had to shout out as a familiar person walked right into the direction you steered with your booted feet, planning to land on them somewhat steadily. It was Steven, his eyes widening for probably multiple reasons as he quickly jumps out of your path, seconds before you could most likely squash him between you and the next wall with the force you gained by lowering down so quickly.

With a metallic echo of you crashing directly into the next metal container, you shout and curse in added pain as you stumble back and onto your ass from the impact.

For a moment everyone shut up as they watch your paraglider fall flat once it no longer managed to keep in motion. Your breathing was quick as you tried making sure everything was still on your body, then the PK became loud and tried to get to the floor level you were on, but luckily some guards made sure you weren't overrun. "Casey! Is that really you?! Everyone thought you died up on the tower!" Steven barely managed to hold back his own shouts of surprise.

"Just really weak...but yes, I'm alive... somehow." You cough again, slumping over without caring about your damned paraglider hanging over the edge of the floor you sat on.

All the commotion must've reached the ears of Jack as you hear him shout at his soldiers to calm themselves down, asking what the reason for this behavior was. "It's Casey! She is back from the dead! She must be fucking immortal or some shit!" One voice made it through to you, unfamiliar to you but Jack heard everything he needed to, ordering his way through to you with quick steps.

Blood dripped from freshly opened wounds as he stood in front of you, shock taking over his face as he could be very certain that it was really you. Who else dared to paraglide right into the PK HQ if not you?

"May lightning strike me," nah, trust me, not fun, "You are alive! I didn't want to believe it, but Aitor and his kids kept saying that you'd return, not taking any other possibility as a chance..."

Because they know your rule. Never break a promise, otherwise you may not give any.

"Because I promised it to them..." You mumble with a smile, remembering the drawing from before, now safely in your pants' pocket.

Steven helps you stand up to lead you back to the med bay after you shook off your paraglider, too tired to think about where it could end up right now. "Where is he anyways?" You ask confused, since you expected Aitor to be here, since he wanted to spend more time of his free time with his kids after all.

"He's...busy."

Busy? The good busy or the bad busy?

A slight limp you only felt just now, going from your left hip on down, made you push back that thought for a moment as you almost collapse from the sudden stinging pain in it. Steven and Jack quickly balanced you out as they made sure you got into the med bay without anymore complications, the guards outside taking care of the chaotic crowd of soldiers.

Once you safely sat on a bed, cringing in physical pain that got worse with ever moment now as Jack watched Steven prepare some tools to clean and bandage your surface wounds.

"What happened up at the tower, Casey? Aiden told me connection broke off suddenly. Only shortly before the second disruption, when you talked with Aitor, we have been able to contact you again..."

Steven grimaced at the Commander, squinting slightly, "Sir, do you have to ask her these questions now? She's clearly in-" "It's fine, should he know why. I...i lost control, like before. Volatiles attacked me and whatever makes me different from the others didn't want to go down without a fight. It made me break the elevator's electric controls as well. It...i didn't want anyone to follow me. Apparently."

The truth was, you didn't know why your anger forced you to do most of the things on the tower, you only tried to regain at least some of your authority over your own muscles back there. Unexpected to you, Jack did not question the worth of trusting you in the future, even with the fact of you having lost control. He only nodded, trying to understand your type of situations on the tower and from recent events like with Waltz or on the Outpost attack.

"Do you think you'll never be able to control it?"

It sounds like he looks at you like a weapon in the moment instead. You are one maybe, but in that case only your own. With that in mind, you shake head disappointed, "Not that i am aware of. Though it only happens whenever I get endangered, like on the tower, or massively agitated. I think it's my adrenaline, it goes into overdrive, changes me, how I think...how i act."

Using your time that Steven needs to inspect your bruises, cuts and other wounds, including you more than painful hip — said pain soon being at your personal pain threshold at this point — you explain what happened, as much as you remember clearly. But then you reach the last moments before you activated the radio.

"YOU GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING!? H-how are you alive!?" Steven, who had been silently doing his check up, loudly exclaims in understandable panic as he went to check up on your head now as well now that he found out about your unfortunate encounter with bloody fucking Zeus.

"I think i did. I sizzled a bit." You deadpan, no longer questioning most of the things that just decided to happen to you as Jack seemed to be just as shocked as the doctor, "If you survived a Volatile nest AND stood back up after a literal strike from above, what could possibly stand in your way anymore!?"

Everything. You, in the end and in the very basics of your strengths and weaknesses, aren't much different than him or anyone else. Just because you've been unimaginably "lucky", doesn't mean it's like this forever, like it's just something about you instead of the fortune in unfortunate moments.

Your instincts didn't have to kick into highest gear at the initial attack. Your body didn't have to survive the lite smite from fucking above either but here you are, about to cry from your fucking HiPpP because it hurts like a bItCh!

"Jack, this doesn't make her invincible, she's still visibly hurt. Also, i now know what's wron-"

Nobody seems to be able to finish their sentences today as the room's door was thrown open and the first you see come running through are Emily and Jake, crying...happy tears, "You made it! We knew you would, you're so cool!" Jake and Emily both shout excited, almost jumping onto you and your injured hip — or generally hurting body — if their dad didn't hold them back moments before they pounced onto you with "full weight".

"Come on, kids, Casey is hurt, you two can't just jump her like that..." He claims worried, holding both of them at the hem of their shirts as they pout, "But we missed her...". You could only smile gently at their complains as you lean over to them to ruffle through their hair, receiving surprised but joyful chuckles, "I'm sure we can hug after Steven is done poking me with his tools. I won't run off again for now. I promise."

This time it wasn't a lie.

Behind the three you see Aiden, seemingly also grateful that you're actually alive still, but also obviously pissed at you for doing such a dangerous thing all on your own against his decision. "You two go with Aiden real quick, i need to talk with Casey for a few minutes..." Aitor looks at Aiden, him only nodding to make sure Aitor knew his kids were in safe hands.

"But we want to stay with Casey too! We want to make sure she's okay!" They pouted as Aiden picked them both up, carrying them down the hallway, "Don't worry you two, you'll be able to talk with her all day tomorrow..." You hear Aiden tells them calmly, already sounding 100% done with the babysitter job, as Emily and Jake whine disapproving, "We want to stayyyyy!"

Soon their voices and Aiden's were too far to understand anymore and Aitor was able to focus on you entirely, being finally able to let his "strong, calm and collected dad guard" down.

For his kids, he left the image up of him also believing that you would definitely return...but his eyes now told a different story. "I...i thought I lost you. After i finally reached you and you screamed in pain...i became even more sick with worry than i already have been once I heard that you went rogue..." He confessed, taking your hands in his calloused ones, worry deepening in his eyes as he felt them tremble. You felt both incredibly weak and cold. So very cold.

"But I'm back now. Please, don't worry about me, Aitor. You won't get rid of me that easily..." You mumble tiredly, feeling him use him thumbs to softly stroke the top of your bruised blue, violet and yellow hands. "With you constantly doing things like this, can you really blame me?" "A bit." You joke, a crinkly, weakened smile on you face, lips beaten bloody and face generally the color red from your eyes formerly fucking literally bleeding.

Gods, you must be looking so fucking "hot" right now. Like you just literally went through hell just to rip and tear your way back up through it's asshole...

Aitor spent his entire rest of the day and following night on your side, only leaving to get you two some food from the cafeteria, to use the toilet or to get his kids from Aiden and bring them back to his ex shortly before sunset. Turns out you managed to get a hairline fracture on your hip, which caused the limp and the incredible pain.

You wouldn't be able to climb or jump for a few weeks, but thanks to some crutches, incidentally those that Hepper used all these weeks before, you would definitely be able to walk and give the instructions for the radio signal to Seneux. But contacting had to wait, it turns out, because — while you had been out of order for almost two weeks — Aiden used the now working antenna and the detector to find clues about his sister, only to turn up empty handed...well except of a shit ton of Inhibitors.

Those and one horrible fact, one that almost made your blood boil over all over agin: There was no longer a trace of Waltz being in Villedor. He was gone, somewhere off with Aiden's sister and multiple Renegades. And that since you ended up in the med bay. He had been on the run since two whole weeks, he could be anywhere!

Laying in the hospital bed, fuming at the news, Aitor made sure to keep it from going too far again, rubbing your thigh gently to keep you with him and with reality. "Aitor?"

So you choose the one thing that turned out to always help you, "Could we please sing a bit, or at least hum? I'm not doing well..." You ask quietly and he only nodded, knowing that you weren't doing well indeed, making sure nobody would be able to hear their commander sing by closing the room's door before giving you your request until you calmed down.

You had to make sure to find Waltz again, he couldn't be left out in this world, not with all the horrifying things he could do...

But for now, all you needed was Aitor and his surprisingly calming presence.

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[grelleswife]

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And I think that about covers it! Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy your stay on my chaotic little blog! >w<

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[galysh]

For the shipping Ask Meme: Noé/Roland (Vanitas no Carte) and Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens). ^^

Thank you for the Ask!  Noé/Roland (Vanitas no Carte)

A+: OTP A: I love it B: It’s really cute C: Not a bad ship D: I’m neutral on it E: I don’t really like it F: NOTP N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough Alright, so I’ll be honest. Though I am usually a multi-shipper at heart, when it comes to VNC I’ve found myself solely shipping one pairing. This is in part because I spent the last three months reading The Matter of France and it’s left me very biased. As a result, I’m pretty neutral about all of the VNC ships yes, this includes Vannoé.   Now, with that out of the way! Noé and Roland are both very kind-hearted people and depending on the circumstances, I could be talked into shipping them. Roland has already shown that he’s willing to reverse his whole ideology on the flip of the coin, and Noé himself is pretty accepting. They’d probably be that pair that goes on cute dates and is always taking photos at some outrageous location.  If you were the one writing the fic, I would 100% read it - but that may just be because I like your writing style - I definitely, would like to see them interact more in the series. So far Roland has been very... hmm, manipulative with Noé? We know that he’s good at reading people and that he modifies his behavior depending on who he’s talking to, and that’s not to say that he’s not being “honest” but I would like to see how Noé handles the different facets of his personality. The opposite as well, to be honest.  I low-key panicked when you sent this pairing over because my first reaction was, “Noé but he’s a child??” and then I remembered, that he is in fact an actual adult. He just has child-like tendencies. Which, to be fair, they both exhibit. XD (Chapter 46 though... and to think that we thought Noé was angry at Astolfo.)  Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) A+: OTP A: I love it B: It’s really cute C: Not a bad ship D: I’m neutral on it E: I don’t really like it F: NOTP N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough Automatically, can I pick anything else?  I like both of them as characters and I adore their dynamic. It helps that I’m rather weak for soul mates/several centuries worth of pining.  I feel like, I should put words here, but ah well - I just really like them? They’re a good wholesome ship and I’m glad the TV show brought back a resurgence of artwork. 

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