#noe’s asks

[wstviewvidal]

I need dirty cash wanda spiritually

oh me too

i started writing it just with one part but then as i kept writing i realized i wanted it to be a little longer so i already have ideas for about five chapters 😭

i started writing it out of order so now i’m starting on the first part and i hope to have it out before the year ends😭

[iztea]

are we gonna see anymore vnc art in the future 🥺

i do happen to have two more doodles from last year but ah you're right i should draw vnc art more often i miss them

also this one (not sure if I've posted it before here)

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Noe and Vanitas with an s/o who will ditch their hugs so they can cuddle cute things like plushies, children, and cats? S/o means no harm, though. If they see something cute, they'll only focus on that one thing

Noé

He can't really argue with them.

Noe has a weakness for cute things as well. Look at who he is courting?

Honestly, they probably would both be enamored with the cuteness (especially cats). So it's not a big hurdle for them.

Buys them all the plushies they gush over if his wallet, and floor space where they are staying, can afford it.

Vanitas

He is…less supportive of their distraction.

We all know that Vanitas has deep seeded abandonment issues. So, he feels like when they “take off” that they are abandoning him.

They always come back but he feels like his attention & company is second.

He also had problems communicating, so he doesn’t express those feelings. Instead he just pouts and, on extreme occasions, scares the cats away.

[penumbramewtwos]

How would your OCs react to Missingno?

Featuring Noe, belonging to @phlurrii ^^ well Noe's snoot anyway :>

Also, Chilli's been taken through a void, on a stroll with his great grandparent, Effigy.

[deoidesign]

Hm... I'm feeling benevolent...

[askvanipawsandfriends]

✨ merry christmas and happy holidays! have Noe and Vanitas having some fun playtime in the snow! this is a rather fitting artwork to post, if only it were as snowy where i live right now as it is in this drawing </3

art by @sakurinko

[anticidic]

43 + kunizai for the spotify wrapped ask game thingy :3

#43: 0 (zero) English ver. — LMYK

Was it you who I’ve been searching for? Spent my life alone and waited for? So tenderly and endlessly You made me whole, you made me whole Was it you who I heard through the door? When I cried and had no place to go? I’ll never believe I’m alone In the end we begin ‘til we meet again You made me whole, you made me whole

(Beast!Kunikida + Beast!Dazai)

The hammer of a gun clicked.

And aimed itself at Dazai.

Not the first time it happened, but now the second time in less than a week Dazai found himself staring down the barrel of someone who should’ve been his friend. But that was in another world and not here. He wanted to lean forward and press his head against the cold metal, pray for Kunikida to pull the trigger and make it simply end. In another world, Kunikida would’ve chided him for saying such a stupid thing.

Here, with the hatred that burned in Kunikida’s gaze, Dazai was pretty sure he would act upon that threat—and wouldn’t think twice.

“You. Again.” The grip Kunikida had on his gun was shaky. As if the idea of gunning down the leader of their enemy was but a figment of his imagination, and now here in the flesh, he didn’t know how to react without crumbling. His stare of disbelief was replaced by an unwavering glare. “You’re back again. You’ve come to antagonize me now, or what? Leave! You’ve bothered Akutagawa and Oda enough, and if the president would give me the word, this conversation would never have happened.”

Dazai remembered his own gun tucked safely away in his coat pocket. In the blink of an eye, he could have it out, but then they would be at a standstill with the pressing question burning between them: who had the courage to pull the trigger first?

It took a true kingsman to summon the will to face reality in all its darkness. To stare straight into the abyss and do what needed to be done. It also took a true kingsman to suffocate under the crushing weight of a crown he never wanted but was forced upon him.

Only two others could know of the intricacies of their little world here. Dazai had it carefully planned out and his fated ones chosen ever since he took leadership. No, that wasn’t right. Even before that. Before eighteen, before he tossed Akutagawa aside for his sister. Those two did not include Kunikida, and it pained Dazai. With how Kunikida looked at him, wanting to scream at him to go away—to go away for good and leave everyone alone six feet under where Dazai belonged—Dazai wanted to scream back.

In another life, they were not on opposite sides like this. They had each other’s backs through thick and thin: through Yokohama’s almost total annihilation twice over and through their enemies that threatened to sever the agency. Now they were enemies. They still fought for the city’s peace, but Dazai had become public enemy number one in this world.

Forcing out a chuckle through that terrible thought, Dazai slid his hands into his pockets and stepped closer. Any closer and cold metal would touch him. Until Kunikida took a step back with every one of Dazai’s that went forward. “I suppose I should’ve expected my warm welcome to be having a gun pointed at me, but it’s still disappointing when I mean no harm.” He removed his hands and held them out in front of him, tilting his head slightly. “Unless you plan on shooting me right here and right now, your threat is empty and meaningless to me. Besides, it’s easier for me to talk to you without a gun between us. What if you…miss? Then what, Kunikida-kun—”

“Don’t call me that,” Kunikida snapped back and aimed the gun at Dazai’s forehead. “You will never be welcome here. I only agreed to meet with you because I wanted answers and suspected that you had been planning something for a while now. I know all about the subordinates you sent after the agency. Akutagawa’s sibling that you hold over his head…the meeting you tricked Oda into. All of it! You’re not a friend.” The gun shook and he bared his teeth in a scowl. “You’ll never be. So long as you’re the Port Mafia’s boss, you’re forever a problem that needs to be watched. You, your underboss, all the executives. Every last one of them.”

“What if I told you there’s someone much worse than me out there?” Dazai steeled his nerves and stood tall despite the agony that welled up in his chest and threatened to burst. It was Oda all over again, and somehow more personal. He could take a rejection. He took several in his time since he was a kid. But he couldn’t take rejections that caused constant deaths in the heart. Only a little longer, he rationalized. Only a little longer until curtain call and the final plan was set in motion.

Then he’d be gone from the world.

“Somewhere…at some point in time…horrible things happened to our city. And to all the people in it. There’s someone who seeks to destroy and rebuild the world from the ground up, and we’re all just a bunch of mass casualties of that vision.”

“I have no reason to believe anything you say.” Kunikida narrowed his eyes and moved the gun slightly off to the side. “I’ve heard of no such threats, and you’re telling me someone will destroy the entire world?”

“And it’s coming soon—a few days, tops. A devil in disguise. You could shoot me, and we’ll all be doomed here, too.” Dazai reached out and pushed the gun aside. He noticed Kunikida’s grip tighten as he reluctantly lowered it to his side. A slight smile played on Dazai’s lips. A tiny victory even if a giant chasm stood between them. They couldn’t be friends, but it was something.

“Is that supposed to be your reasoning for tormenting half the agency—that there’s someone out there worse than you? Because it sounds exactly like something I would expect someone from a criminal organization to say to explain away the blood on their hands.”

“And how many of yours have blood on their hands?” Dazai shot back. “We do what needs to be done, for the benefit of Yokohama. Isn’t that right?” Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply and opened them again, expression softening. “You say you don’t believe me, but I’m glad you heard me out, at least. …You haven’t changed.” Turning away, Dazai heard fabric rustle and an annoyed grunt, no longer feeling the killing urge radiate from Kunikida.

It was replaced with frustration. And a sort of defeat.

“May we meet again in a kinder life, Kunikida-kun.”

Spotify Ask Game!

[lovelynim]

God I'm sorry for requesting again😭😭 I genuinely didn't knew if do it again but I wanted to ask if you could do lee Vanitas and Ler Noé with neck as the tickle spot. I just miss Vanitas no Carte sm (again congrats for the milestone!💙)

Hello ~

Hahah, don't worry about it. It's not biggie ~

Anyway, thank you for the support and I hope you like this one I also miss the babies ueee

Vanitas planted his palm against Noe’s forehead, desperately trying to push him away. He shouldn’t have said that, he definitely crossed the line this time. Still, he didn’t expect Noe to react that way. In the span of seconds, Vanitas could see Noe opening his mouth and coming for his neck, like a predator going for the kill. Was this going to be how it all ended..? Wait. This wasn’t a bite. Then why-

“N-NOHOHOE!” Vanitas cackled, his back hitting the wall behind them as Noe blew a raspberry against his neck, his lips vibrating around the small patch of exposed skin, but proving to be more than enough to take care of him as a whole. “I-it tihihickles, you d-damned- ahAHAH, s-stohohop!”

Vanitas was starting to think that getting bitten was a better end. Noe didn’t answer his pleas - it was not like he could anyway - and it only made the whole situation worse. Overpowered by the vampire’s raw strength, all Vanitas could do was wish for Noe to run out of breath quickly and, by doing so, give him a break so he could properly apologize for eating Noe’s faire un gâteau.

[phlurrii]

Why is Noe’s soul linked to Meau’s?

Tune in next time on dragon ball z

[dawn-moths]

Hi there! Saw requests were open so I hopped in.

Can I ask for both a Earl Gray and Milk Tea for Noè?

I just love the way you write him, he's so damn precious ❤❤

hello hello! absolutely! :) thank you so much for saying you like the way i write him 💕💕

tw: some suggestive content but nothing too explicit, vampires & blood drinking.

♡noe♡

earl grey tea: how do they court their s/o?

Oh my gosh Noe would be so good at courting you. He’s such a gentleman, would bring you flowers and always insist on walking you home. He’d take things slow, probably wait until the third date to even kiss you, wanting to show he respects you, that he’s not here to play games.

The night hours soon become your favorite, trading the sun’s warm rays for the silver sparkle of stars. When you’re with Noe, arms linked or hands interlocked, you never feel more safe, more loved. You two laugh together until you nearly cry, you could talk for hours and never get bored, you go out dancing in the pubs and the town square.

Being with him makes you feel alive, makes you feel like you could do anything. And, when it comes time to deliver you to your doorstep at the end of a long, eventful night, he gently takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it, saying he looks forward to the next time you two will get to meet.

You beckon him closer, as if to tell him a secret, and then, when he least expects it, you plant a peck to his cheek, trying to suppress a giggle as he becomes flustered, cheeks heating and wearing that adorable look of surprise.

Once he regains his composure, you assure him you’ll see him again soon, heading inside and up to your room, glancing at the window to still find him standing on the pavement below, smiling to himself like the luckiest man in the world.

milk tea: what are their kisses like?

Noe’s kisses start out gentle and chaste, savoring the soft press of your lips against his, but the moment you look up at him through your lashes, pupils blown wide with want, something in him snaps. Before long, he’s got your back pressed to the wall, or the mattress, or whatever the closest surface is. He’s licking into your mouth, hungry, starving to get another taste of you. Your next breath catches in your chest as his sharp incisors scrape over your pulse, sending a wave of goosebumps rising over your skin.

You can feel his breath on your neck, hot and panting, but he lingers there, hesitating as he feels himself salivate, using every ounce of willpower he has not to sink his fangs into your delicate flesh right then and there.

“It’s ok…” you’re whispering to him, the tender utterance barely heard through his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. You gently card your fingers through his silky, snowy locks, hoping to soothe the monster that dwells deep inside of him, now on the verge of breaking out. “It’s ok. I don’t mind…”

He realizes you’re giving him permission, that you trust him enough to allow him to break your skin and drink down the dark, warm iron of your blood.

So he does, only the urgency in which he’s just been caught in the throes of now begins to ebb. He’s back to taking his time, sucking dark bruises against your throat, causing your veins to fill with euphonium, lulling your body into a sated, relaxed state before he pierces your skin.

Every time you let him drink your blood, you feel the terrified thrill of it all, the adrenaline then fading into heavenly bliss.

Plus, he always makes sure to take such good care of you afterward, his precious, perfect girl. After all, he loves you more than anything.

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[wstviewvidal]

me waiting for that dirty cash chapter patiently

HAHAHAH

im working on the third chapter i want to make sure it flows smoothly. hopefully once the third one is done i should be ready to post the first chapter 😛😛😛😛😛

ily queen

[sillylittlechuuya]

ooo were there any other noe's like that?? (or just ones you liked in general, from the extras?)

Oh there's A LOT, I really loved all of the sketches

And some cute ones for good measure

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Noé getting reduced to a teary-eyed, whimpering mess by his femdom s/o?

tags: bdsm, mistress/pet, bondage, noé bimbo aesthetic, f/m

Noé had never been drowned before, but he had to imagine this was what it was like.

The constant gasping for air that never quite filled his lungs. The struggle to keep focused on just keeping your head above. The moments of listlessness when your mind floats between trying to catch up and surrendering to the black. “Stay with me Noé.”

His head lulled back in a dim, empty headed sort of way. Like his brains are sloshing around in his skull for want of thoughts, as he obeyed his mistress. She doesn’t even need to tilt his head up with the tilt of her finger. He’d follow the sound of her voice anywhere.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.” Noé let out an opened mouth whine as she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. His mouth is open so he can try to get air into his lungs. Surely not to speak as he couldn’t think of words right now. All his mouth was good for was breathing, drooling, and servicing his mistress.

“You’ve done so well, my love. You’re always so obedient for me.”

‘Anything for you’ he wants to tell her, but all he can get out is a gurgle of a moan in appreciation.

“Oh, if only I could keep you like this forever. Lust drunk. Practically paralyzed with overstimulation. Just keep you here with me forever, tied up like this, blindfolded in the dark. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Forever!’ Noé lifted up on his knees towards his mistress, as much as his binds would allow. Oh, how wonderful that would be indeed. To never have to fight monsters again. To never have to deal with liars. To never have to worry about people’s intentions, or false faces. To only be hurt when he asked for it, begged for it. To do nothing but live and love and serve his mistress for all eternity. He wanted to cry it sounded so perfect.

Noé wanted to actually cry when his mistress pushed him down. Back on his knees, sitting on his ankles, where he belonged. He should have known better. So stupid.

“Don’t say that!” His mistress snapped. Had he actually said that bit out loud? “You are not stupid. You, are my perfect, sweet Noé. Don’t ever forget that.”

He nuzzled eagerly into the hand that touched his cheek. A tear actually spilling out from under his blindfold but he couldn’t tell what it was from now. Desire, torment, relief. It all swirled around inside his body and empty head that he couldn’t make up from down. “Shall we make love now, my precious Noé?”

Then his world was righted again. Hyper focused. Noé nodded so hard that he might have given himself whiplash, but he didn't care. All of this had been leading up to this moment: release. The teasing. The binding. The sweet words and harsh cracks of her crop against his skin. All of it just for this.

He suddenly remembered how hard his cock was and how much it hurt. Noé whimpered. His thighs rubbing together to try and relieve some of the pressure. "Awww....I know honey. It must hurt now, doesn't it." He nodded. Whining out confirmation from his throat before he was panting in sharp breathes as she cupped him. He had been desperate for her touch, but now that he had it it was too much. "You want to cum, don't you Noé? Make you feel good."

He whimpered out something close to a yes again. His body quivering as he tries to stay still and not cum. He hadn't been given permission. But he wants so badly to fuck himself into her hand that it hurts almost as bad as his cock.

His world went tumbling when his mistress pushed him back. When had there been a pillow behind him? Was he on the bed? Noé expected the sharp bite of the floor against his back, but instead was met with soft linens. He moaned almost as loudly as when he was being touched. Surrounded by softness he melted into the bedding. What little of his senses fading away as he sunk deeper into the plush fabric.

“Stay with me Noé.” She repeated to him, and he was really trying.

His bed shifted. Her feet on either side of him as she stood over him. He couldn’t see it with the blindfold, but he could sense it. Her looming presence all consuming him. He whimpered to be dominated further by it. His mistress kneeled to straddle him and Noé hissed like the savage humans painted his species as as his erection brushed against the front of her. How the tables had turned in the story. The strong, fierce, blood crazy monster all but broken before his weak, defenseless, human mistress.

“I’m going to fuck you now Noé.” She told him while stroking his cock. Stroke was a strong word, however, as it was just her fingertips caressing him. “I’m going to fill myself with your cock and ride you. Use you for my pleasure.” ‘Use me! Use me!’ “You’re going to feel so good inside me. You always do. Don’t worry, it won’t be long. I’ve been so turned on watching you fall apart that I’ll be cumming very soon. Then, and only then, I’ll let you cum, my precious. Sounds like a deal?”

There was no sweeter deal that the devil could offer him. Noé mustered up all what little strength, mental capacity, and just plain voice he could to utter out one single word. “Yes.” It was all he could say. All he needed to. His mistress raised herself up and sunk down on his cock, and Noé screamed like he had been stabbed; instead of him being the one stabbing her.

His mistress was indeed wet. Drenched, actually. He took a small amount of comfort in knowing that she really had been turned on by him. Aroused by his presence. Desired him. It’s a subconscious thought at best, however, as all he can legitimately think about right now is the primal instinct to fuck & cum, but holding on to what little restraint he had left to not do so until his mistress told him.

“Almost….there…!”

Noé’s teeth grit. He could taste his own blood his jaw was locked so tight. He didn’t think he had it in him to hold on. He was crying, wailing, begging. Noé wasn’t sure what he was doing until he heard those wonderful words that would set him free. “Yes Noé! Yes! Cum from me! Give it to me my love!”

He came extremely hard. To the point that the darkness behind his blindfold was a moot point as his mental vision even darkened as he came and came for what seemed like hours.

When it was over, Noé realized that his mistress wasn’t on top of him anymore. He jerked up, or as much as his exhausted body could, but then a cool hand and a cool rag was placed on him. “Not too fast. We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Noé sighed as he felt the rag wash over his body to clean him. His oversensitive, overstimulated body soaking in the coolness eagerly. His breath calming down. His mind coming back to him.

“I’m gonna take the blindfold off now. Close your eyes.”

He does, immediately. The covering is removed and Noé slowly opened his eyes. Vampire eyes were very sensitive. It’s why they used the blindfold in the first place. But he had to adjust to the light when they were done playing. His arms were next. Untethered behind his back now, and they fall forward limp into his lap.

“Are you alright?” Noé nodded. He still didn’t have the mental capacity to speak. His head lulled forward to rest on his mistress’s shoulder. Her arms coming up around him instantly. Smoothing his hair. “My sweet Noé….”

She continued to shower him with quiet, soft praise as his mind succumbed to black again. Only this time to sleep. He was exhausted. Sated. When he woke up he and his mistress would go back to the world, play their normal roles instead of the ones they played here. For now, he would hold on to the ones they had in here, in this room. Where he was her perfect, willing, obedient pet, and she would be the one to take care of him.

[ask-bolthead-crew]

Which one is most likely to fight me on a gravel road?

[dreamyduckz]

heres some art of a scared blueberry mage from the pilot of the fruitless quests of naibu

[askvanipawsandfriends]

RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH do you eat. Dog food. 🥺

Vanitas is indifferent to it. he picks at it very lightly throughout the day. would prefer oysters. Jeanne and Noé on the other hand, will eat anything with joy.

and there’s Domi, refusing to eat this lowly ‘kibble’.