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neversetyoufree · 8 months

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I think this point got a little lost amid the general fandom glee at Dominique and Vanitas bonding (or at least it did for me), but looking back at chapter 60, the implications that this scene has for Vanitas are fucking wild.

It's not the only aspect of her relationship with him, but a huge cornerstone of Dominique's feelings toward Noé is the fact of her absolutely massive crush on him. Like, as much as she's venting about how he frustrates her, Dominique's thoughts on Noé in this scene are the thoughts of a woman that is canonically in love with him. And Vanitas apparently thinks/feels the exact same way.

As their shared venting reaches its fever pitch, Vanitas and Dominique both reach the exact same ending point. Noé is stubborn and overly straightforward and unrelenting, and both of them feel helpless against it. And they say as much!

They say as much, and then they both cut themselves off and flinch away in the exact same way, as though they've said too much. They've revealed some deeper truth about their feelings and the ways that Noé's force of personality affects them.

Dominique reacts this way presumably because she touched a little too close to the reality of her romantic feelings for him. The thing cut off at the end of "Since he's like that, I—" is some expression of the depths of her incredible fondness for and attraction to him. And Vanitas apparently feels the exact same way as Dominique. He expresses almost the exact same outward sentiment and catches himself and flinches in the exact same way. So if Dominique is speaking here in (albeit frustrated) love, then what emotions is Vanitas speaking from?

#we all know how much Mochijun loves to make meaning with parallels #so 'Vanitas feels the exact same way about Noé as the woman that's in love with him' cannot be a coincidence lmao #it certainly must mean *something* about him ;3 #And while I know I'm not the first person to have this thought #amid all the friendship/solidarity glee. I think the gay little implications deserve extra emphasis too <3 #vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanoé #vanitas #vnc vanitas #the vanoé agenda #vanitas my beloved #english major hours #long post #ID in alt text #Noé arqueueviste

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mirick-vn · 9 months

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Some silly little Vanitas doodles I did :3

FINALLY ATTEMPTED TO DRAW HIM WITH HIS COAT BECAUSE GOD KNOWS HOW LONG I'VE TRIED AVOIDING THAT

might be bad tho cos I didn't have a reference cos I was in a meeting while I drew this :(

#vnc #vanitas no carte #vanitas #i love him so much #vanitas my beloved #vnc fanart #my art #why does he look like that #case study of vanitas

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yanderefairyangel · 8 months

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Ok I was so obsessed with being emotionally destroyed by a toothpaste colored dragon I completely forgot I am a VNC fan so have a quick little vani

#vanitas no carte #memoir of vanitas #vanitas fanart #vanitas no shuki #the case study of vanitas #vanitas my beloved #vanitas my dearest #my blue blorbo

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https-capri · 2 years

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Vanitasxfem! Reader (with social anxiety)

A/n: sorry this took forever to post I was having writers block and deciding if vanitas was sub or what, anywho hope you enjoy xx

CW: topics of slight self image issues, blowjobs, hickies, vanitas being a sweet lil caring boy, smut (obv hehe) kinda slow burn and fluff, oral (m receiving)

Slowly, you and Vanitas got to know eachother. You befriended Noé previously as you were introduced to Vanitas. He truly did catch your eye, you never knew what he was thinking nor did he ever speak on it. Vanitas was this carefree acting spirit who told not a soul how he felt internally, and you could see that written all over his face.

You had struggled with talking to him for a long time, still hardly being able to manage it but you appreciated how patient he was with you, same with Noé. You'd go deep into thought about what you wanted to say, and how you'd say it. Only speaking when one of the boys asked if you were alright because you looked feverish and shakey, only to find out it was because you were too nervous to say what you wanted to. It was a bother, but you were working on it. You'd have to repeat yourself almost every time you'd say something because it was too quiet, or you stuttered or were mumbling.

It became tiresome but Vanitas never got bothered by it. He's patiently wait for what you had to say while looking at you in the eyes expectantly. It gave you butterflies. Then again, it wasn't hard to give a nervous wreck such as you butterflies, but he had just always left a imprint on you. His mysterious aura left you wanting to know him, so the two of you frequently sat together on the rooftops of his complex at the later hours of the evening. Most of the time it was comfortable silence, as he'd occasionally break the quiet atmosphere with a comment. Be it about his day, or about how mesmerizing the stars shone down on the both of you, or how beautiful you were to him. And you melted by his words, face heating up as quickly as the words left his mouth.

"The stars are beautiful tonight, not as beautiful as you though, mon chéri"

"H-huh?!" You say, almost on instinct, not given the time to think before the words left your mouth.

He laughed, leaning his body back and simmering down before looking at you in awe.

"I mean it, love. You are the most beautiful star of them all" he coos sweetly.

"Vanitas... you need to stop saying these things" you say, under your breath looking anywhere but his eyes that remained fully attentive on you.

"What was that? I should stop compliment the woman of my dreams? Hah!" Vanitas was relentless, he would shove compliments down your throat until you accepted them, which was quite difficult in your case.

You could never confidently thank the person complimenting you, maybe meekly smile and nod your head. Or widen your eyes as you forget to try to thank them as you get lost in your thoughts thinking about what they said.

You were always genuinely fond of Vanitas and always wished you could shower him in compliments as he does you, but it was always too overwhelming.

He'd carelessly flaunt his attractiveness, and you'd think he'd get some more bitches but his personality throws them off..

He was so effortlessly charming it could make any woman swoon over him. He was a dear, a darling, an angel but of course you only said these things in your head. Most of the time.

It'd grow colder and you'd huddle closer to him, yearning for the warmth of his touch. You were very hesitant on where you placed yourself but you knew you could trust him. So, there you lay under the stars fading from view by the clouds under Vanitas's arm, wrapped around you to keep you safe and warm. You felt nice around him, like you could simply relax.

This wasn't a rare occurrence, as much of a burden talking was to you it was easier to express how you felt through touches, and you two grew fairly close through touch over the amount of contact on the roof together. There was plenty of times you'd simply rest your head on his chest, or sit between his legs while he rested his head on your shoulder, or you'd just play with his fingers.

Nevertheless, it was hard to tell if it was as intimate for him as it was to you, if the feelings were mutual. You admired him for some time but surely you weren't special enough to him for him to return your feelings. You were positive he's gone to further extents with other women and that you shouldn't get your hopes up over a lost cause, but you'd still catch yourself eyeing him for longer than you should.

You turned your head under his arm to face the sky, noticing that the stars were now hardly visible. The winds pace slightly picked up as it brushed over your and Vanitas. You look up, trying to make out the sudden change in weather as you felt small water droplets fall into your cheeks.

"Did you feel that, Vanitas?" You question, making sure it wasn't just you.

"Yes dear, let's head inside, hm?" He says, picking himself and you up as he carries you bridal style back into the building, laying you into his comfortable bed.

You squint and blink your eyes.

"Can we turn off the lights, please. It's a smidge bright in here" you plead quietly as you subtly shield your eyes from the light.

"Oh, yes of course, my love" he says quickly, turning off the lights and returning to your side where he got on top of you, arms pinned on either side.

"V-vanitas?! What are you doing?!" You shriek, startled by his sudden change in behavior.

"Nothing, just like making you nervous, ma belle" he says in a smug voice before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, inching closer to kiss the corner of your mouth.

You were speechless, but had an idea of where this could've gone. You're lack of verbal reaction left the room quiet with only the sound of the soft taps of rain pattering on the roof able to be heard.

Your eyes begin to water, looking away in embarrassment. Did he always mean it when he'd compliment you or does he only pity you. You thought he was only nice and patient because nobody else was and you felt pathetic for your lack of social skills. Surely he must've grown bored of you by now.

"O-oh.. y/n?!" Vanitas chokes out in a panicked voice, picking up on how your eyes became glossy before looking away.

"Huh-" you brokenly ask before sealing your mouth to prevent yourself from sobbing.

"What's wrong?" He asks concerned whilst stroking your cheek gently.

You stay quiet for a moment, your head was spinning. What were you going to say.

"..do you.. always mean what you say?" You whisper.

"What ever do you mean, mon amour?" Vanitas questions

"I don't understand how you're so patient with me.. and shower me with compliments even after I struggle to give any reaction and can barely socialize with you, let alone anyone." You quietly rant while tears fall from your cheeks and onto the blankets beneath you. Vanitas taking a seat next to you, not moving his hand.

"Y/n, I mean every word I say. Every time I compliment you it's not just to be nice." He confidently states, brows knitted in sadness, seeing your condition.

You smile and lean into his touch, Vanitas only sits in silence giving you time to get anything else off your mind.

"There's so much I wish to tell you, but I struggle to form the courage to speak them. I can't accept your compliments so easily and I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.." you trail off as you let the last tear fall.

"Make me.. feel good?"

"..mhm" you hum gently, sitting up and holding Vanitas's hands in your lap.

"Would you let me..?" You ask, heart pounding and head spinning, instantly feeling nauseous from the regret that came with the question.

Vanitas stays silent as his eyes study your face, keeping a lasting gaze on your lips as he leans closer, sealing the space between the two of you.

Your eyes widen before your immediately accept the kiss, moving closer to him and cupping his face, him doing the same.

"I would let you make me feel 'good'" Vanitas states only after breaking the kiss with a slight gasp, face flushed with lust.

A smile plasters on your face, given it was hardly noticeable but you were happy nonetheless.

You move your mouth back to his, feeling his soft lips glide against yours, his teeth tracing your lower lip. His tongue dominantly invaded the space of your mouth, intertwining itself with yours, a moan slipped from your lips and you tensed. You desperately craved his touch, the friction easily making you wet and grow needy.

His hands made their way to your waist as they moved assuringly up and down. Your hands moved to his neck, gently pulling out his hair band and tangling your fingers within his raven tresses. You felt him smile against your lips, hands moving from your waist to your thighs, hands moving daringly close to your soaked middle. You pulled away, bedroom eyes seducing him even more.

You direct him to sit on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off you get down in your knees between his.

"..m-may I?" You ask nervously, still hot from the passionate kiss you shared only moments ago.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, excitedly nodding his head and invitingly opening his legs slightly more.

You nod gently and move your hands experimentally over the growing bulge in his pants. Slowly undoing his pants, him slightly moving his head back in anticipation.

You pull his bottoms under his erection, it quickly springing out to bump his stomach, him looking away shyly. Your raise your eyes in shock. Vanitas, being shy?! Would've never guessed.

You wrap your hands around him, beginning to pump your hands up and down. Heavy pants leave Vanitas lips as he thrusts his hips into your fists.

After little time had passed, you near your face closer to his head, an angry red color with the slit seeping precum, already soaking the rest of his cock.

You hum in amusement, opening your mouth and snaking your tongue out around the tip, licking fast circles while still jerking his shaft.

Removing your hands, you lick all of his length from the bottom, and took it in as far as you could.

Dick straining against the furthest of your throat, you restrain yourself from gagging as you clench your fists before moving your head. Hands working the base of his cock as you moved quickly towards the tip, above you was a fucked out vanitas who was growing nearer to his climax.

His fists held bunched up blankets while his eyes stayed life's and hazy, mouth partly open as lewd sounds left them.

Gasps, moans, pants and groans of your name were like music to your ears, fueling you to make him cum to the best of your abilities. Making him feel good, just as you said.

He eagerly grabbed handfuls of your hair, slightly pushing your head further on his dick as he teetered the edge of cumming.

You take your mouth of his dick and move up to his neck. Vanitas breath hitching in surprise.

"..y-y/n I was so close." He whines, complaints melting into moans as you jerk his erect dick under you while sucking on his neck. Your tongue swirling around the purplish bruise you left, kissing and licking all the different places you could. You left love bites from his neck down to his chest, until you kissed your way back down to his cock.

Spitting on it slightly, you move your mouth back onto it and take in all of his inches, bobbing your head up and down until you felt strings of his cum coat the back of your throat. You swallow, sitting back and wiping your mouth looking up at vanitas who was still catching his breath.

"D..did I make you feel good?" You ask, getting on top on him straddling his lap as he lets out a breathy laugh.

"Yes, you did mon chéri" he says in a low, embarrassed tone as he kept his captivating eyes locked on yours.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, noticing the wetness in your pants you've ignored the entire time you were sucking off Vanitas, subconsciously looking at him with desperation.

"Poor thing, shall I take care of you as well?" He suggests, grinding his middle onto yours.

"A-ah?! I.. only if you want to.." you nervously reply avoiding his eyes.

He gets up and pushes your back onto the bed, undressing you item by item until you were stripped of your clothes before him.

You awkwardly look up at him, trying to cover yourself from being seen even with the little lighting in the room.

"No need to be shy, darling. I love all of you." Vanitas assures, kissing your lips sweetly before he trails them down to your chest, fondling each breast and kissing each part of them. They moved in sync with his flinches, soft and plump with your nipples hardening under his fingertips.

"I love your ample bosoms.." he states quietly, hot breathe against your skin. Hands wandering the area of your torso, fondly tracing each part of you. He brings your ankle up to his mouth and places a kiss, leading up to your knee before he places your foot on his shoulder.

He aligns his yet again hard cock with your dripping entrance, looking at you for consent.

"Yes.. please Vanitas." You meekly state as he slowly pushes himself into you.

You wince and clench your teeth until he bottoms out, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before he pulls most of himself back out.

Quickly, he thrusts himself back inside, the both of you simultaneously moaning at the friction, gripping at the blankets behind you.

He steadies his pace while leaning over to intertwine fingers with you, maintaining eye contact each thrust. He meant it, when he said he loved all of you. Even though he was looking into your precious eyes he could see how perfectly your body moved with his. How your breasts bounced with each thrust and your soft thighs enclosed around his sides, you had him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it.

His pace became more sporadic frantically while the both of you attempted to chase your high. You took one of your hands away to rub your aching clit, moaning his name repeatedly as you came around his dick. Frantically clenching as juices spilled from your stuffed hole. Your vision blurred due to your eyes filling with tears

"A-angh!!~ y/n I'm c-cumming~" He'd moan as he swiftly pulled out and spurted his cum onto your stomach and chest. The warmth of his seed spreading onto your skin.

Tiredly, he grabbed a cloth from the bathroom and clean the two of you up before collapsing and resting peacefully on your chest, free hand stroking your hair comfortingly as the both of you fell asleep, the faint sound of rain still present in the background. He looks up at you, putting a finger under your chin as he gives you a short and sweet kiss on your lips.

#vanitas fluff #vanitas no carte #vanitas anime #vanitas x reader #vanitas no karte x reader #vanitas of the blue moon #vanitas manga #vanitas my beloved #vanitas smut #Spotify

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syahra · 2 years

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Things I love about Vanitas

2. How he is deeply hurt but still strong

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #vanitas no carte anime #vanitas anime #vanitas of the blue moon #vnc #vnc anime #vanitas my beloved

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procrastinating-destiny · 2 years

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Some cool character bingos thanks to @doctorwhoisadhd

https://doctorwhoisadhd.tumblr.com/post/691790120870871040/made-a-character-opinion-bingo

The only Bingo I got is from Balan, truly amazing

#vanitas my beloved #kingdom hearts #rival silver #pokemon #balan #balan wonderworld #character bingo

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wynnundead · 2 years

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the menace himself

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas my beloved

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anxieteaspooks · 1 year

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i have been up since 1 am (unintentional badly timed nap)

i will get some sleep when i get home from campus

i have slept 12 hours in what was meant to be a very short nap i get it

oh good! thank you <3

#take!!! care!! of yourself!!!!#vanitas my beloved #asks

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cinnabeat · 1 year

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to be fair maybe the time travel bullshit does actually make sense but things started getting really technical in kh3 and im terrible at following along in conversations but it still felt very....lackluster. like a very flat explanation as an excuse to bring back a character thats supposedly dead like i felt like they couldve explained more or at least hinted to something else?? i MEAN to br fair again i genuinely dont remember shit about kh3 so maybe its just me

#vanitas my beloved #hes such a rude little man #sooo much could be done with his connection with ven and as part of the heart hotel #i think kh4 or like the next installments will really focus on soras own personal darkness or whatever and whats better than a literal incar #incarnation of darkness #michi tag

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neversetyoufree · 15 days

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I've been thinking lately about Vanitas and Noé's first "what is salvation" fight at the bal masqué and what it means about their individual definitions of the concept, and I've realized something about Vanitas.

Noé's definition of salvation is the obvious one. It feels natural. To save someone is to keep them from dying. But in a way, his understanding of salvation is also almost selfish. Noé's foundational trauma is the constant loss of his loved ones. He is the eternal sole survivor. So of course he wants to keep people alive—he wants to "save" the people he cares about in the way that keeps them by his side this time.

It's not wrong to want that, of course. I don't mean "selfish" as a condemnation. It's just that the definition of salvation that Noé starts the series with is inarguably the one that best serves his own happiness.

And it's the same with Vanitas.

When Vanitas kills the little girl Catherine by restoring her true name, he tells Noé he doesn't know what salvation is. He might be lying there, or he might be telling the truth in that he's never put his definition of salvation into words or acknowledged it on a conscious level. Either way, though, I do think he has a definition of salvation somewhere in his mind, and it's a very personal one.

Vanitas sees salvation as the preservation or restoration of one's true self. You're saved so long as you can preserve your essential self, uncorrupted by outside forces. Even if the price of that selfness is death.

While Noé's foundational trauma that informs his worldview is the loss of his loved ones, one of Vanitas's foundational traumas is the loss of his bodily autonomy. Through Moreau's experiments and Luna's mark/bite, he has been transformed into something no longer fully human, and he hates it. From the moment Luna told him he was dying, he said he wanted to die as himself rather than live as their kin, and he has been denied that opportunity.

Nothing is more important for Vanitas than being able to dictate the destiny of his own body, and malnomen are the ultimate corruption of bodily autonomy and selfness. Altering one's true name warps not only their physical body, but their very being on a metaphysical level. The curse takes everything a vampire is and changes it, and doing that to an unwilling victim is the ultimate horror for Vanitas.

Given that context, of course Vanitas thinks that killing a child to restore her true name counts as saving her. He's restoring her essential self and un-corrupting her body and being, and even if her self is only returned for an instant before she dies, it's preferable to living on as something warped by an outside force.

Vanitas absolutely starts the series with a definition of salvation, and like Noé, it's the one that best serves his own happiness. He wants to be saved. He wants to be returned to his human self, and failing that (since he knows it's impossible), he wants to wipe out all traces of the force that changed him and then die without going any further down the path of inhumanity.

Vanitas might not be able to admit that definition out loud (or even to himself directly), but it's there, and it guides him early in the series as much as Noé's own definition of salvation guides him in turn.

#and perhaps noé will learn to see death as a form of salvation when life is corruption #and perhaps vanitas will learn to see the value of preserving (his own) life #and perhaps they'll both find a definition of salvation that is neither of these things 👀#but that's not the point of this post #anyway this is one of those concepts that I've been orbiting around and maybe gestured toward before #but I don't think I ever quite put it in words or thought about this connection so directly #so here we are #vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #vanitas my beloved #english major hours

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mirick-vn · 8 months

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