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KASSY IN OUR COLLAB IS THE BEST THING.

HER CUTTING HER HAIR IS STILL WTF MOMENT.

That ends up so right for the both of them omg yesssss.

How much a woman can change when well-supported (and sick and tired of men because she still affirms she's not gay, just... Yeah. Done with men).

My side of this is actually already drawn, but shhh 🤫 you'll see when Tea's done with Fedra hehehe.

HAPPY PRIDE YALL!!! enjoy these vampiric-necromantic Victorian gal pals ✨

Kassy (left) resides with @tales-from-nocturnaliss, Fedra (right) resides with me!! we do plan on finishing this one together, as a collab, buut I felt like sharing the sketch regardless before June is over 🤧

pride is alll-year-round tho 💕💕

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character A is fully unhinged. character B is emotionally repressed. the chemistry? electric.

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“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.”

— Unknown

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i don’t understand people who love a problematic character but get angry when people mention the evil things that character did. like, that’s your man! he’s proud he did all that, support his hobbies!

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Here's your ask!

👻 - Is your OC(s) irrationally scared of something?

🍻 - What would be your OC(s) perfect way to spend a Friday night?

🌹 - Does your OC(s) have a favorite flower? If so, does it hold any special meaning for them? If not, do you have any flowers that you associate with them?

Ohhhh interesting questions, now to think of which OC to talk about. I think I'll go for DnD AU charas for the fun of it 😋 (and to further build them lol)

👻 - Is your OC(s) irrationally scared of something?

I thought hard about that one, and one thing that started bubbling up for DnD Devon is an irrational fear of commitment. In the sense of being afraid to care too much and be left behind in the end. There is a reason, but with how stressed he is from work and uh life in general, this fear has coloured everything in his life to a sick degree. It doesn't stop him from trying to commit, because he also desperately wants connection. But. The fear remains there. Man really just wants to belong (in every universe, I discover)

🍻 - What would be your OC(s) perfect way to spend a Friday night?

Oh for this I gotta go with DnD Dwyn lol because the man is lowkey psychopathic (and I say lowkey because his og self is way worse) but he also has surprisingly friendly moments, if always tainted by selfishness. He's the sort to go out to a bar or club and chat people up just to put doubts into their heads and watch a brawl erupt from it all because, he says, people are so easily manipulated.

But a perfect Friday night? Order takeout, laze on his luxurious bed with his two cats snoozing beside him, and scrolling Ebay for vintage/weird shit to buy because he has way too much money (don't ask how) and free time on his hands. Oh and send nudes to Devon just to rile him up lol he loves sending unsolicited texts for the hell of it.

Chaos incarnate. XD

🌹 - Does your OC(s) have a favorite flower? If so, does it hold any special meaning for them? If not, do you have any flowers that you associate with them?

For this one I go with DnD Sora because I somehow associate Japanese plum blossoms with her. I thought I'd wrote down why in my files, but apparently not, so I can only say I do feel her enjoying these flowers. Because they're beautiful, yes, but she says there is strength to them, too. She knows she's not beautiful, and that's fine. She's very manly in her behaviour and ways to think (she's a sushi chef after all, very manly work environment, gotta stand on your own). And reading up a bit on the culture, it seems plum blossoms are seen as a symbol of perseverance and resilience, which characterize her entirely.

Thank you so much for the Ask, it was fun to think about these things (and characters) to start my day! ❤

(and tagging @kathea @cicidarkarts @haeresis-tea if you're curious to learn a bit more about these charas hehe)

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Time had never mattered to him. Now, he knew there only remained a handful of grains, soon to drop down the final spin of the hourglass. But perhaps a handful of grains was all he required, as long as he found a way to break that damned hourglass.

I'm trying to finish Dwyn's encounter with Sokyte and rereading myself and just.

This part right here tells you everything you need to know about Dwyn (why did I suddenly want to make new pixel dolls; ANYWAY). He finds himself at the end of his life, even of his unlife... and even from that certainty he still seeks some loophole to pass through because he knows there HAS to be one.

That is Dwyn. The poster boy for "there's always a solution", no matter what that solution entails. Causing a carnage? Sure. Teaming up with the enemy? No problem. As long as there is something to gain, be it only a moment's entertainment or, in this case, survival, Dwyn will always make that choice, no matter the consequences - to others especially.

Bad vampire is bad but, being a necromancer to boot, bad vampire is psychopathically very very bad. And that is alas why I love him. The anti-me. 💀

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Writeblr Intro

Hi hello and welcome to my lil' corner of Tumblr! Call me Noct, I'll be your host for better and for worse. Beware the AuDHD because it's everywhere.

This blog is a side-blog for @tales-from-nocturnaliss and follows nigh exclusively a bunch of vampires of which only one tries to do good but man is life HARD.

⚠️ About My Writing ⚠️

Please note that I write Dark Fantasy, which essentially means I write really dark stuff without batting an eye. I have no taboos (but I do have dislikes), but I also have only a very basic brain filter, which means that I cannot tag my posts appropriately beyond 'dark fantasy' (and NSFW for those rare cases).

As this blog is about vampires, I'll assume you know what you're getting into if you read any further/epxlore the blog :3

🌘 My Worlds 🌒

🔵 Tales from Aeyuu 🔵- my main flame, my very own Dark Fantasy world I've been building since 2011. The main themes are Death and Beauty, black and blue, a place of violence and blood that also yields plenty of love and hope as its people strive not merely to survive, but to live.

💌 Collab AU 💌 - a fun side-project with a good friend of mine, @haeresis-tea, that is essentially a cross of Aeyuu with her world, with versions of Devon, Kassy, and Dwyn frolicking within. An exploration of what-ifs that turned into basically peak romance.

🎯 DnD AU 🎯- this is a fun side-project in which I explore versions of my peeps in a contemporary world. It started as a pure DnD party thing and has evolved into a greater world with darker issues, but it remains focused on fun.

🧛 Character Tags 🩸

🔵 Tales from Aeyuu 🔵

Devon || Dwyn || Kassandra //+\\ Erjin || Nefahtil || Selessannea || Sorasiehn

Dedicated blogs for: Selessannea || Sorasiehn

💌 Collab AU 💌

Devon || Dwyn || Kassandra

🎯 DnD AU 🎯

Devon || Dwyn //+\\ Sokyte || Sora

Character profiles on ⏏ Toyhouse:

Devon || Dwyn || Kassandra //+\\ Erjin || Nefahtil || Selessannea || Sokyte || Sorasiehn

👉 Tagged People 👈

Let me know if you'd like to be kept in the loop of new posts!

@cicidarkarts - @kathea - @haeresis-tea

👋 Tagging You 👊

To offer some support on Patreon or on Ko-fi (I have one-off donations and feedback comms on the latter <<) if you like what I do and want to gift an old stray some love and support. In the meantime, I shall write on for love, pleasure, and all the lickable traumas! 🤟

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“I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me.”

— Gillian Flynn

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Hi Noct! Here's your mystery question :)

💫: Which of your stories would be an absolute dream to see an artist bring to life through fanart? Tell me 1-2 scenes in particular.

Oh. My. WELL.

I'm genuinely working on a book to self-pub in the hopefully near future (nothing is ever acquired with audhd, pray for me) and that would be the one.

There's... so much I could say about it. How it's a rewrite of a much older story that led to TONS of other stories/plotlines/spiderweb/help and features two of my fave charas and hints regarding greater world stories and JUST. It features my vamp blorbo, Devon, and that alone should say it all.

More specifically, there's this scene near the start where he's battling what he thinks to be a necromancer and seeing things, and one thing in question is just... well:

A mound of flesh, limb, and bone. Blackened, rotting flesh strewn across broken limbs, ribs picked clean and sticking out through a frozen, horror-stricken face. Its empty gaze stared back at him, clearly warning him to run – to escape whatever had shredded its body apart. The nauseating, abysmal stench of putrefaction permeating the air caused him to heave again. This could not merely be a necromantic illusion, could it? Something about this death was wrong. That something urged him to run, and froze him in place at the same time, panting out stress and frost.

That moment when you just sense everything you thought is wrong and you may be in bigger trouble than anticipated. Which he eventually realizes in this moment that still makes me shudder with 😩

Her eyes narrowed. "Still looking for a way out, are you? Is she a dream?" she piped up, her tone a shrill mockery. "Is she a nightmare? A necro-thing's puppet?" The girl scoffed. "And what are you, vampire? Are you violence? A mindless killer? Or does the heart of a man still beat under all of that self-inflicted distress?" A grin stretched out her lips. "Maybe I should check?" Her grin stretched; wider, and wider, tearing open skin along her cheeks. No longer teeth bared at him, but a hideous row of undulating fangs, each one sharper than the next. Her lips exhaled a stench like nothing he had ever smelled; worse than a warehouse filled to the brim with long-decayed bodies. Sourness grated at the back of his throat. He couldn't hurl. Not with that monster's face staring down at him. No, it was no longer a face. Only a mouth. A mouth large as a head, filled only with rows upon rows of teeth. It was... It was the blackness that had seared his fingertips. The acid searing his arms and his waist right now. This thing was no puppet. Neither did it belong to a necromancer.

This whole story needs editing and perhaps some things will change, but these two moments remain foundations for the whole narrative, and for Devon's own growth as well as greater plotlines attached to him and to the creature he encounters.

Thank you so much for the question I loved seeing it and gushing a bit about this story 😩 skimming through it remind me how much I love this world and characters and I honestly really needed that rn.

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This all started with this self-comment here.

You can tell the exact moment when Dwyn entered my brain and I knew that welp they were screwed and that it was gonna get fun (but also not). :3;;

🦅 an angsty quote

Hiyoooooo good pick. Since I'm still on the AU with Tea, have a lil' snip from there where Devon and Kassy encounter... someone they'd rather not have encountered. :3;; (go on, guess who! XD)

"I know you," Devon said. He ignored the rattle of guns turning his way, only to fixate the man, whose smile had finally faltered. "We've met in the past." A long, very long time ago, which Devon no longer clearly recalled. But the memory teetered on the edge of his mind. He perceived its truth. Judging by the man's narrowed eyes, he perceived it as well.

"I'm quite sure you're mistaken," the pale man said. His grin broadened then, boldly revealing four sharp fangs as he added, "My little shifter."

Vampire. Devon stared on, horrorstruck. The man was a vampire. He was like Kassandra and himself. hailed from the same lands, the same civilization. The same string of blood and violence. The same… ageless weight. This was why he showed no fear. This man – this vampire – was old. A threat. As lethal as that one griffin he'd barely survived against—

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@the-wip-project Reach for the stars

I uhhh... lost track sometime this weekend. Then went to bed at 2.30 last night finishing up a story started this weekend so. Full wordcount for that: 5301 words.

Now I wanna finish another story today (SOMEHOW - coffee time!) and tomorrow got a doc appointment I'm very stressed for, I know it'll be fine, but I'm stressed anyway.

Have a snip while I'm here cuz the feels are imploding me.

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Devon squeezed her hand and thought. At length, he said, "I can never promise you to be safe, Dunya, but I can promise you to be more careful. To better consider the odds and the risks before acting. I always tried to impart upon Kassandra that actions have consequences, but… Sometimes, I am a stupid, overconfident ass, who has lived for far too long."

His heart mellowed when Dunya, at last, smiled. Neither bitter nor pained, only full of warmth and care. He watched her lean in and accepted her kiss, which he carefully returned.

"I would like to think," Dunya said, "that you never really lived until we finally kissed. And I expect you to live for far longer, so we never have to stop kissing each other."

Devon smiled. "I would like that."

"Then consider this your promise to me."

A promise sealed with a kiss, and with the silent assurance that many more were yet to come.

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's about time for the sleeps but got quickly time for the update for @the-wip-project Reach for the Stars.

4967 words holy shit HOW.

Uh. Did not expect.

Also while I'm here have a snip since why not.

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"Alright," Devon said. "Let's see how well you've recovered."

He picked the small griffin up and helped her clamber onto his shoulders. Once she stood secure enough on his shoulders, Devon quickly assessed his surroundings before heading to the sturdiest tree. Plenty of thick branches protruded from the tree's bark, offering plenty of support.

"Hang on," he told the griffin. Then, he tensed the muscles in his legs, calculated the best course of ascension (and the wind helped him narrow down the best path), and sprang high onto the tree. He dug his fingers in like claws to give himself brief respite before leaping towards the nearest sturdy branch and, swiftly, pulling himself and his fidgetting griffin up onto their new perch. Once seated and catching his breath, once he took a moment to observe his surroundings from this new vantage point, Devon smiled broadly.

How different the world felt once your feet no longer touched the ground.

How different he felt while he simply sat here, not a thought in his mind, save to help his griffin take flight again.

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I DID I DID FINISH THIS ONE.

Watching this AU in which Devon and Sora actually get a happy ending?

Oh. My gods. All of them.

This turned into 26 pages if I recall right with 2 of smut. Smut with Devon. Hrrrnnnnnnnn I will never not hype about that because, before all these AUs, the mere thought of a touch short-circuited my brain because it short-circuited his (and Aeyuu Devon still nope short-circuits). Now I have a couple of places where he not only tolerates smut, but sometimes initiates and I could CRY.

Snippet: Disturbances

"Good?" Sora asked.

So good that Devon forgot to swallow before answering, "You're a good cook."

Her smile broadened. Then, she reached for her phone again, tapped, spoke Japanese, and the robotic voice commented,

"I am the best cook you will ever meet."

It was his turn to chuckle. She looked so smug now, taking a sip of her tea. Perfectly adorable for someone who had a habit of threatening people with kitchen knives. Well, if he could call Dwyn people.

"I see," he said. He took a few forkfuls of rice and omelet (so hard not to groan, that tasted so damn good), swallowed, then said, "Why did I take you out for dinner then, if you are the best cook I will ever meet?"

She didn't think too long on her answer, which she told her phone. It replied,

"Cooking is my job. You will cook for us."

Devon burst out laughing. "I'm not sure I get what you mean," he said, "but alright, I will cook for us. You'll see. I'm no chef, but I can cook." For now, however, all he wanted to do was to fully enjoy the meal that Sora herself had cooked for them – for him – and to let the food slowly settle in his contracting stomach. At length, he regained enough steadiness and spacial acuity to make his way to the coffee machine. It smelled nowhere near as special as Sora's rice bowl, but the sour warmth of coffee did taste incredibly relaxing. It never did, never quite like this.

I'm trying to finish this DnD AU story that got soooooooo much longer and angstier but also fluffier and I am thoroughly enjoying watching the overlaps between Devons emerge between all three versions of him. This Devon is a lot more fragile, being Just A Guy and not a very long-lived vampire... but that's also what I enjoy about him. That, and watching him have a love story with Sora. This little fluff moment was unplanned and I feralled all over it as I wrote it.

Tagged:

@cicidarkarts @kathea

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I was yesterday days old (or technically this morning-- doesn't matter) when I realized Toyhouse pays for Fontawesome Pro.

I have all the feels about this.

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I HAVE. LEGIT. RESUMED THIS ONE A COUPLE DAYS AGO.

And had trouble with it because I don't know where it's going, not entirely, and I lke to have purpose in my writing (if I don't I tend to flake out)

Thepoint might just be that Dwyn really is a cruel mf and I love raking the part of my brain where he exists to get the exact most cruel words out because it scratches something in my head just right.

Also cuz that Sokyte is depressed AF and, somehow, Dwyn gets to him too and the next part is Sokyte being a good Dad (not to Dwyn THANK GOD) and actually bandaging Dwyn's hand becuase Shit Happened and. Well, as @cicidarkarts said: gay undertones. MAJORLY. Both straight as arrows. AND YET.

I guess us all giggling is gonna be the point of that story 💀

"Got nothing better to do, hmm?" Dwyn asked after he'd strode over to Sokyte, settling quickly and comfortably against the counter. Arms folded, he watched the pitiful man take his time cleaning an already clean plate. "You enjoy playing washmaid for people who won't give you a single thank you in return?" Dwyn's brow arched, his smile sly. "I suppose you're used to that, with two little brats running around your apartment. Never a thank you, always needing more from their pathetic little Dad."

His smile twisted as he watched Sokyte falter, his entire attitude screeching to a pained halt. The man's head drooped in pleasing silence. Yet, to Dwyn's surprise, Sokyte soon set the clean plate aside and picked up the next dirty dish from the soaped-up water, carrying on his meaningless task.

"You're very cruel," Sokyte muttered – so calmly, so matter-of-factly, that Dwyn stiffened. He even tensed, to his own puzzlement, as Sokyte continued, "but you are right. My children do need a lot of attention. A lot of support. A lot of… everything." He paused. Then, his voice quieted further, to almost break. "And I am pathetic. They deserve so much better than… me."

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(I decided not to overthink today and just share a snip from my current DnD AU wip. Which has brought forward the most unlikely of pairings in this AU and on Aeyuu. AUs ftw)

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Devon DOES swear out loud in the DnD AU because, there, he's an overworked peon who only repressed that side of him but then it all comes crashing down and I swear Dwyn brings out the WORST in everyone. ... along with the best and/or repressed traumas that need addressed.

I am still way too proud of that visual story omg I was so inspired XD as said: that AU came to be because bickering. XD

I made a thing between Devon (red) and Dwyn (CoolCat). For the DnD AU. First time ever I create this sort of, shall we say, visual story.

It was way WAY too much fun and there are many little character-building details strewn in and I'll refer you to the profiles I shared recently but honestly I think the only one who can be truly amused is me.

BUT OH WELL. I need to learn to share my achievements and joys, especially considering 2025 has been pretty difficult so far. DOPAMINE INTAKE.

(Devon would never swear out loud like that in any universe except when sufficiently tired and provoked. Always slays me. Dwyn is a menace lol)

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DnD Devon couldn't beat DnD Dwyn with a chancla if he tried

Oh he would try. He would definitely try.

And if the chancla don't do it, he got his fists 💀