#domivani

[lynnlyrae]

Uhhhh so happy st valentins ig??

[mymoonlighthouse]

vanitas no carte - chapter 60.

[liesweliveby]

THE POLYCULE IS THRIVING

[boxocats]

Vanitas being accepted into the vampire polyamory

[cassiebellbottoms]

This is my roman empire.

Iconic. Like I don’t think you understand the sheer impact this image alone had on the bisexual vnc fans. This was our biggest win, I saw this for the first time and broke down crying.

Hall of fame panel.

[carnivorous-horses-lover]

And so, memoir 60 proves what I suspected all along: DomiVani is mom friend for mom friend!

[elysrian]

they're not like us.

" wanna fuck? "

dominique de sade almost spits her tea back into the ornate cup, aureate gaze slowly morphing into that of fury, as she glares at the very person who's propositioning, no, suggesting such a ludicrous, vulgar, classless act reminiscent of that of veronica.

veronica would love this. 

she is not veronica de sade, but her own person. her older siblings would testify to that.

vanitas doesn't even bother looking at her after that ridiculous question, his gaze into thin air filled with something she doesn't comprehend, doesn't wish to understand — why? why her? that bastard already has both noé archiviste and jeanne, two of the people she has long wished to keep by her side, only for the likes of him to cruelly wrench them away from her side with talks of who knows what in who knows where. is it not enough, that he already has them by his side?

is he the epitome of human greed, a plain-as-day showcase on why humans will always be lower? has he already gone that far with either, and is now on the hunt for the next target?

… no, he isn't that sort of character, if the stories she hears about him are real.

" he's saved me time and time again. he's a good person. "

" people like you are just 'convenient females'. …that's all. "

dominique stills.

" … answer me, then, human — why me? "

vanitas' gaze finally returns, those accursed blue eyes reminiscent about the tales of the vampire of the blue moon, bore into her. they're full of self-defeat, and she hates how she understands. she hates how she feels sympathetic to to the likes of him, that she relates, and is guilty of the same thing ; to make use of another in order to indulge the urge of self-destruction.

she understands, all too well. 

they're not like us.

" … very well. "

[darkvncthings]

i found this while looking through old art and honestly? mood