#nistana the succubus

[mintmavka]

When an artist gets a bit carried away with the "tiny, totally not detailed art" for a meme.

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[toussainttwins]

@fallesto || x "Oh, that very one Geralt of Rivia from The Wolven Storm by Dandelion? The beloved of the raven-haired sorceress! A witcher who can love!" the petite succubus' eyes grew wider and some colour returned to her cheeks.

Oh, to meet the white wolf from the songs. It was scary, indeed, but also very, very adventurous. Of course, she would never seek a meeting with a witcher, even if he was a main protagonist of many a charming, daring ballad that often made her sister weep sweet tears of sympathy...why, they positively trembled when Geralt of Rivia visited Beauclair for the last time, cooked up in the Dreamveil like two frightened lambs before a real wolf... Oh, Nistana would be so jealous she ran into the hero of her favourite songs! She wished her lambkin was here. Then her shiny, tired hoofs would not tremble so. Nistana would devise a plan how to slip away, smooth as a song itself... "Of course Her Grace is kind and understanding! As a matter of fact she is my customer." Natanis stopped in her tracks, heedlessly dragging a witcher to stop too as only her delicate horned sisters with a muscles of iron could. And raised her curly head very high. "I am letting you know, master Geralt, that it was my shop The Dreamveil where our beautious Royal Sangbonbon has been ordering her attire for the Festival of the Vat...for the last several years!" the proud succubus' horns almost scratched Geralt's chin.

"As for my other clients and sangbonbons no one would wish me harm. My costumes are as much beloved as I am," to prove her point she dusted off her gown busily and made a little spin, showing off her smart travelling cape, embroidered with stars and constellations and her voluminous skirt, studded with tiny bells. It hid her tail and hoofs well and she was careful not to flash them before a witcher. Then she gasped and made a little bow. "Ah, I am terribly sorry! I have not introduced myself, the terror has drained all my manner from me! I am Natanis of Beauclair, the seamstress. You have certainly heard of my modest shop," Natanis said with amiable immodesty. She was hoping the cat-like eyes could see all the details of her painstakingly made travelling costume. A compliment was a compliment, wheither it came for a witcher or not. And ah, the fright made her ravenous. "Thusly, you see. There must be some mistake. The Duchess loves me well, but...there was no reason for her to place a contract for a succubus, even if it's a contract to keep me safe, which is very dear indeed! She would rather send for her seamstress."

"Are you positive you found a right damsel, sangbonbon? I am not complaining. I...oh, my very horns are risking to fall off when I think what those ruffians were after..." the silvery voice faltered and the petite succubus stopped abruptly, like an automaton doll whose cogs lost its power. She shuddered again and covered her horned head with her hood with extra care, not seeking an admiring glance that time.

"They...they took my little dryad's embrace satchel." the only reason why they didn't take her chatelain from her waist was that it got caught in her dress. It was probably a mere matter of time...thinking of it made a sour taste, cold and nauseating raise up Natanis' throat. So loathsome the feeling was that she was ready to dash into the white wolf's arms on her own accord that time. "And I am...I am frightened... to go to the cart and get it. Could you possibly bring it to me, mas...Geralt?"

[ladysunbite]

love: is there anyone my muse has fallen in love with over the years? are they still alive? if not, does my muse do anything to commemorate them (ie. leaving flowers on their grave, etc.)? 

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The land of love and wine... Living in Toussaint without having a love story to wear upon a sleeve - a tragic one, a happy one, a secret one or a glorified one - was a rebellious affront to the tradition, if not to say the very nature of the fair Duchy.

The cultured vampiress cradles the goblet to and fro in her hand. "It would take either an unruly, riotous nature to ever consider mating with an..." the word that dances at the tips of her well-hidden fangs is 'eterau'. A part of sun-eyed's mind despises a blunder of foolishness; another part - a less well-formed, murky, still misshapen one - considers the usual term an anachronism, in its blindness and its rudeness.

"...I suppose you are curious about my human lovers? As I was saying, my kin can be drawn to such a match purely out of desire to shock or possessing within themselves a complete, respectful disregard of societal morals. I take after neither my darling Regis, nor Dettlaff in this regard."

During their shared mayhem youth, Emiel and her had... a simple thing of craving and curiosity. That, however, did not ruin their friendship, quite the opposite. Free of the shackles of dreams and desire, both were able to confess what they they found openly baffling about each other, without the need to judge, pretend or reshape one another. Turned out, the restless fledglings enjoyed challenging each other's view of the world - once they learned how deeply one should claw, in order not too draw too much blood. Metaphorically, of course. "I value both of my athumicas greatly, each one for their own, peculiar bouquet of folly and wisdom."

Something passes across Orianna's eyes. The marble forehead stays unclouded, the lips do not loose the rein of a courteous, indifferent smile. Yet a close friend might notice a change dancing across her irises for a blink. Warmth, bright and more telling than any grand, flourishing confessions. The moment is quickly lost in a cold, sharp, suspicion. "I hope my petite seamstress is not passing any rumours around?" what irritates the deceitful, usually indifferent mistress of Mandragora is that one can not be truly angry with Natanis ( or Nistana ). Little fools would probably think they are building her reputation. A handsome lover is as much a must as a proper gown of velvet and golden-thread in the circles that sun-eyed entertains and is entertained by. Besides, what can one expect of a succubus? A spying, spoiled succubus. "It was Our Belovedness the Duchess, who has ordered a portrait from master Vilesse. I have merely acted as a guise, and provided a safe haven for the sessions. Why should have I denied Her Grace a favour? Refusal would end in a highly unpleasant scene, and I loath any breach of my comforts. Besides, it is not the first time Dorian Vilesse uses Mandragora as a studio. There was no reason why I ought not have had my own likeness done...as a part of..." uncharacteristically, the sun-eyed stumbles as she speaks. And not just a stray tumble of words. Excuses! "...as a part of a scheme, to protect Her Grace's reputation, in case of any malicious gossip."

[museissick]

The Succubus and The Knight // a Nistana and Palmerin mix // A gift for @espurrly

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[ginstermoff]

So I got permission to draw and post @beastend's @toussainttwins' beautiful ship!

Please check out their accounts, both of their writing is simply divine and, i gotta be honest, it gives me so much joy. ♡

My utmost gratitude to both of you, I'm so honored you let me draw these sweethearts! ♡

[sapientiaethumanitas]

Jealousy is love-envy.

@toussainttwins asked:

Dear athumica, 

According to our mutual friends you are the wisest among our kin. Brace yourself, for I am afraid that I have something rather indecent to ask you. The question has been clawing at my fragile, worry-besotted mind for longer than I care to mention. What is jealousy? Many a ballad paints it as a terrible affliction, and many a sangbonbon of mine told me that he was jealous as a compliment. The tricky word confuses me utterly! While the emotion tastes…equally sharp and delicious. Is it a vile or a virtuous thing? Can it be dangerous to me or to my beloved? Please, lend your enchanting emeralds of eyes to my plight. 

I hope you will not think your poor little succubus very silly for asking you this,

Yours Natanis 

 P.s. The wisest and the most vigorous, if I may add. My softest parts still ache most pleasantly! 

My fairest Natanis,

first of all I would like to thank you, not only for your beautifully written and perfumed letter, but also for the exquisite compliment on my intellect. You can flatter me with many things, but a nice remark about my wisdom always makes me shine.

It's difficult with this phenomenon of jealousy. Humans see it as one of the deadly sins, we vampires do not understand the concept - it is alien to us. Although I have to admit to myself that I too have felt jealousy and I have understood it as a disgusting feeling.

I found out that jealousy is not a single feeling, but a mixture of several. It is fear, envy, the feeling of inferiority, distrust, anger, rage and even hatred. Jealousy often occurs in connection with love or success. With the second it is like this: someone has a good profession, earns a lot of money. Another has grown up with this person, but has hardly any money. Instead of changing his situation, he feels horror towards the person and tries to make his life harder. 

In love, jealousy can be a magnanimous force, like an army that wants to wage war. When one of your sangbonbons says that it is jealous, it means that it is afraid that you are with someone else. And that's usually not good. Surely jealousy can also be understood as a compliment: in the sense that you care terribly about others and only want good things for them. But it is usually the case that one regards one's partner as one's property - and I know that you don't like this idea at all, my darling. 

It often means, that he doesn't trust you. Jealousy can protect, but usually only hurts. It can be very dangerous for you if someone gets too over-protective. Love can make humans blind and sometimes irrational. Remember, my dearest. Please be careful, take very good care of yourself in this regard and pass this on to your most revered sister.

Love,

Ezekiel

[akindlymonster-a]

Regarding fluff: what's about finding a very fluffy succubus at his cemetery hideout? The trickster has carefully perched among the alchemy equipment, set on the table; planning some coquettish welcome, no doubt. But fell asleep, while waiting.

.Send Fluffy Things! || Always Accepting

Regis had to stifle his laughter when he came upon his sweet intruder, curled up atop his notes with her button nose wrinkled in a dream. She must have come with mischief in mind, but now her hair was mussed and her artfully applied makeup smudged, knowledge that would probably have appalled her upon waking, and yet Regis couldn’t help the fondness that rose in him. Dear Natanis, still trying to cheer him up.

Ah, but her position was precarious, one leg already dangling and the rest of her threatening to follow, and before a rude awakening could come to pass he moved to catch her, gently gathering her into his arms. It was only then, when her face came into true relief in the dim light of the crypt, that he discovered his mistake.

Despite what he had first thought, this was decidedly not Natanis.

“ Oh, my dear... ” Regis felt a lump rising in his throat, the revelation settling warm and heavy around his heart. Not only did Nistana know, but she had come looking for him. For all of her sister’s chatter, he had not let himself believe that she thought of him still, their time together too long ago, divided from the present by too much distance and pain. And yet, here she was, snoozing peacefully in his morbid little hideout.

He swallowed hard, the succubus in his arms shifting slightly and making sleepy noises. He shushed her softly, carefully lifting her towards the meager mattress he had set up for those rare moments of rest. Not a lovely feather bed, my dear, but it will have to do. He settled her carefully, pulling his thin blanket over her and brushing stray curls from her face.

“ Sweet Nistana, still as beautiful as ever. ” Very carefully, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart overfull. “ I am here, mijnliefste. Right beside you, as always. ”

                                 @toussainttwins

[mintmavka]

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[toussainttwins]

"Ah, do you truly think so?" Nistana twirls her curl round her finger and tilts her horned head rather flirtatiously, but the shade of her intensified blush and a slight catch in her voice are the evidences against her flippant air. The younger twins seems to be genuinely touched even before the taste of Dettlaff's words has a chance to settle in properly or the wrinkle between his brows to finish its formation. "I would enjoy going down together, dear Gloomyfangs," the horned coquette can't help but tease, even if the wordplay is mostly for her own enjoyment. Nistana can't say for sure if her solemn athumica would catch a blush himself or take her note with a straightforward, pure insight. "Thusly I am gladly accepting your terms," the dainty hand is outstretched towards the towering vampire. The pearly bracelet with a closed lover eyes jingles slightly, almost...chuckling slyly. Usually, both twins are against cold formalities, but what a succubus can do to win a sweet touch from a rather serious and rather high vampire? "Many songs for two voices are about love. Ah, love ballads are my utmost delight, they make my poor gentle heart tremble. Sometimes I think it can even break, the beauty is staggering, the feelings of the song are almost real. Please, please, find one for us!"

toussainttwins​:

@douloir || x Nistana’s face reflects the emotions, as the wind catches the shifting clouds, playing a game of tag. First, a ransack of hopes, then a birth of an eagerness for pleasure on the horizon, and lastly something like a pout. To hide a shameful secret. Just like a mismatching, ugly cloak hides a beautiful dress from a sudden torrent of rain. The chill of Dettlaff’s gaze slips over that pout like an unlucky shard of ice. “Ah, but I can not sing myself…positively can’t! My creamy lambkin valiantly took my place at singing lessons ever since we were little does, such was my aversion to it,” laments run so deep that the younger twin doesn’t even shy away from talking about Natanis rather openly. Contrary to her usual habit.

“And what if I liked the song you bring very rather much? I would suffer piteously! Would you not sing with me then, sangbonbon? Oh, not even then?” the broken-hearted succubus lifts up her eyes towards the shimmering-coldness of Dettlaff’s, pleadingly.

    Nistana’s pout has Dettlaff’s expression thawing just so, the stiffness of his shoulders growing slack under the weight of his endearment towards the succubus. He could never be cross with either twin for long, such was the weakness those he took beneath his wing imprinted upon him.

    ❝ Really ? ❞ Dettlaff’s head lilts to the side, a wrinkle forming between his furrowed brows. ❝ You’ve such a nice voice. I would have sworn you would be a natural at song… ❞

    ❝ Perhaps, ❞ his arms come to fold over his chest, stubborn and resolute. ❝ But only if you would sing with me; no weaseling out of this at the last second. I will not do this alone. We go down together, or not at all. ❞

    ❝ These are my terms. Take them or leave them. I’ll not bargain. ❞

[toussainttwins]

What is your take on art? Is there a form of art you enjoy the most, either paintings, sculptures, literature, architecture? What part of it evokes strong emotions from you? Is there an artist you admire? Say my name or I'm going to throw a tantrum.

NATANIS We enjoy all art that conveys a passionate feeling at its core. It is like a jam tart for any succubus; we can't live by the pastries alone, but it gives our voracious hearts a delicate repose.

My lambkin of a sister prefers doleful love ballads and poesie courtoise, while my horns and heart are truly tickled by...fireworks. And any painting that has fireworks in it! Both of us adore pageantry, for it usually boasts many clever masks and fanciful dresses. Grievously, a maiden can't visit all festivities herself, but that's where tinted engravings come to the rescue. Our longing gaze travel through the whole continent, from Nilfgaard to Poviss ( ah, their new crab-claws shade makes my mouth water! ). We are dutifully subscribed to any Galerie des Modes et Costumes that can reach Toussaint. Thanks to our wise and learned Royal Sangbonbon many do! Some costumes from the Dreamveil seduced the audience from abroad via the plates, and we almost danced our hoofs off in joy! Besides, it's nourishing to meet a sangbonbon, who can appreciate both your kisses and your dress. We enjoyed being drawn for the fashion plates very rather much ( although, Nissa took my place most of the time, for my hoofs were too fidgety to stay still ). Thankfully, our fair Duchy can boast many an occasion to dance and marvel at the beauty, even without the glimpses from abroad. Masquerades, tourneys, our Belovedness the Duchess' Birthday revelry, The Festival of the Vat. No wonder, that poetry and fine arts flow in Beauclair as freely as wine. Being cultured succubi, we appreciate its higher forms no less fervently. Of the painting we adore trompe l'œil genre most of all. Ah, it deceives the eye so cleverly! The Dreamveil can boast several on its walls, as well as two portraits, that hold our greatest secret plainly for all to behold. See, everyone is assured that it depicts the same lovely visage, when in truth it is I and Nistana! Almost at every corner of Beauclair there is statue of such a tempting shape, that you risk mourning to be born a succubus. Even cold marble awakes hunger. Be it due to the likeness or the love of the artist, that was fed to the work, we haven't decided for sure. Talking about sculptures...was it you, mistress van Bredevoort, who worked upon the historical pageantry of the last year, dedicated to our glorious and heroic sangbonbon of old, Reginald d'Aubry? We adored the scenery that represented his paramour dying in his arms so! Our poor hearts were ready to burst, so believable, terrible and beauteous it was!

[sapientiaethumanitas]

✑ + the pretty tricksters would love to ask two for each. In case their greed is too much, a two in all would be no less pleasing.

“First of all I must confess that I am not always able to keep the esteemed ladies apart. I am old and they are indeed well versed in the art of mischief. Usually a tiny detail on the clothes or a small change in the hair reveals who is standing in front of me. But sometimes they blend so perfectly, it can confuse an old mind…cheeky.”

For Natanis:

֎I may be one of the few people who has seen Natanis in her natural beauty. Without cleverly draped hair, flawless make-up, jewellery - and without one of her wonderful dresses. Horns and hooves exposed. I have sought the most beautiful words to capture the magic of her person and make it clear to her that she is one of the most beautiful beings that has ever entered this world.

֎Natanis is not only of outstanding beauty, her mind is in no way inferior to it. She is clever, understands our kind as well as humans. She could explain to me why people wear shoes, why they feel some emotions that are alien to us vampires. I often visit her at the Dreamveil in the evening and we read human and vampire philosophies together and discuss them. She fascinates me with her wonderful words and thoughts. 

֎ There was actually an attempt of him and her to steal the duchessa’s crown jewels, but this is a story that will not be told…

For Nistana:

֎ Oh, the fairest lady and I have a huge thing in common: which is our beloved Emiel. We often shared talks about this flower of a man. Yet I must admit, that sometimes I feel this emotion (indeed a human one) called jealousy, when she speaks of him in merry words. Their stories about him sometimes make me laugh, dream, cry and shine. And I’ve also told her a few secrets about my boy - for example, who taught him the art of love. 

֎ Nistana once had to kill one of her sangbonbons because he was suffering from a bad illness and she had the generosity to redeem him. She kept it for as long as she could, she told her wonderful sister nothing. One evening she sneaked up to Ezekiel and told him everything. It was good for her loving soul to speak out and he did not condemn her but told her that she had done the right thing.

֎ Her and the humanist once played a trick on Emiel. One evening the young vampire sat by Ezekiel’s fireplace and was brought tea by the two of them. But when he drank it, it wasn’t a mixture of herbs, it was gravy. Not a very bad prank, but Emiel cursed like a madman.

[akindlymonster-a]

"Ah, your..." with dainty fingers Nistana tried to pick something that probably was a shirt once, yet presently looked like a flimsy set of handkerchiefs. "What a clumsy, honrnless succubus I am! It was the third one in a week." true remorse rings in her voice like little icicles. “You make me do such nasty things, Muffinchops.”

Send me Fluff! || Accepting

“ What luck then, that my lover is a tailor. ” Regis rose from the bed and plucked his breeches from the floor, slipping them on before he wandered over to inspect the damage. As expected, it was beyond repair just like the rest. Luckily, for all his fastidiousness in academics and behaviour, it did not extend so severely to his clothing. “ It was but a cheap garment, my dear, do not fret. A barber-surgeon is paid in goods and linen as much as he is in gold. ”

She still seemed rather put out, and with an indulgent smile, he plucked the rag from her fingers, his other arm winding around her shoulders.

“  It's alright, mijnliefste - I rather take it as a compliment. I always have enjoyed partners with a little more bite. ”

                                   @toussainttwins

[mintmavka]

🧇🐏🦇 In case you suddenly crave waffles after seeing the art, I haste to assure you it is not a succubus magic ( or the famed Beauclair air ). In truth, there are waffles that have a similar dusty-pink package.

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[mintmavka]

🐏🐏 the lambkins are out to cause trouble and headaches again.

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[mintmavka]

A modest "reDraw Dragon's Lair screenshot" challenge has turned into a mix of styles ( and the battle with the brush, ill-fitting for the particular lineart style). Among other influences, "The Swan Princess" (1994) and even a painting by K. Somov should be mentioned. The one who guesses the said piece of art, shall get a glass of Est-Est💋

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