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noahs-official-blog · 3 months
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I wish I could ask using sideblogs- just know that Beanie (@beanies-donut-hut) says hi!
"Well.. tell him I said hi too!"
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thatscribblingrat · 11 months
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it has been six weeks since my last confession
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b0nbite · 10 months
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The guide
Did another one of these pose redraw, it’s really fun doing them :D
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writinginslowmotion · 24 days
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OC in Three
I saw this floating around and thought I'd give it a try. Here are three images that describe my angst-ridden boy, Noah, from Hockey Bros.
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Tagging anyone who wants to do this!
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cepheusgalaxy · 2 months
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Ok. I rlly need to stop half-assing my whumpers. Let's give Noah some character development, a new name and some consistency
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doyouevermakeasound · 3 months
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Viktor
Slow burn for whumper turned whumpee following my OC, Noah.
CW: knife mention
First Chapter
Previous Chapter
There was a rhythm to this. It took him a moment to find it. Deep down he knew he shouldn’t get too carried away- it increased the possibility of false information.
The way the knife felt sinking into flesh though! It was addicting and he knew that this feeling had hooked its claws into him. There was no going back from this, Noah knew that. Once this was done he knew he’d be chasing this high again.
Viktor was babbling again, all Noah had to do was raise the knife somewhat close to him and he panicked.
Noah kneeled down in front of Viktor who was refusing to maintain eye contact. Victor’s head was clamped down to his chest as he looked down, tears continuing to stream down his red, puffy face. He used the tip of the knife to gently tilt his head to meet his eyes.
“Shhhh. Shhhhh. Viktor, this all ends if you tell me what I need to know. Three days from now. What does Ruby have planned?”
“The senators will be executed!”
The angry muffled yell from Rachel corroborated Viktor’s information.
“Thank you. Do you need some water?”
He shook his head as he eyed the knife warily. Noah took the hint, wiped the blade clean on his pants leg and sheathed the knife once more.
“Are you hungry?”
Another shake of the head.
“Okay then, I just have a few more questions. Once those are answered we call it good. I get you set up in a cushy place and we protect you from Uniformity. Understand?”
He nodded.
Rachel let out what Noah could only assume was a lengthy string of curse words.
“Where will it be? In the square like the rest of them?”
“N- no. A TV studio. They’re going to broadcast it. The squares too risky.”
“Where’s the studio?”
And Viktor divulged everything. As he spoke he wrote down the details and in the back of his mind he could only think about what new things he could do to make Rachel scream and writhe under his knife.
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1-sunflower-1 · 11 months
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NOAH
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monzterzack · 1 year
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Self doubt - a short comic (2023)
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thatcerealkiller · 30 days
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“It’s always a pleasure to see you sauntering over.”
Astarion getting interrupted by Angelus, my Tav! Beautiful art by the amazing Noah ❤️‍🔥
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arcane-gold · 2 months
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new character! his name is noah. last name lott. mister uh. mister noah lott. he’s an aasimar wizard, former private tutor of the prince of knife’s edge <3
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dead-dove-yandere · 2 months
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It’s not enough for Noah to just watch you from afar or strain to see through your bedroom window from the street. Eventually he wants more.
TW: Stalking, home invasion, voyeurism, non-consensual photography
♡ - It starts as a tiny hole in your bedroom wall - barely noticeable. When you do finally spot it, you don’t even think anything of it. Perhaps there’d been a nail there at some point and you forgot.
♡ - But at night you start to hear scratching. You can’t tell where it’s coming from, but it keeps you up. You toss and turn for most of the night, unable to settle, feeling like there are eyes on you.
♡ - When the next day finally comes, the hole is ever so slightly bigger. You aren’t even sure at first if you’re imagining it, until you see a small dusting of sawdust underneath where the hole is.
♡ - You try to peek inside, but you can’t see anything. Figuring it must be pests of some kind, you begrudgingly try to plug the hole with a bit of tissue paper while you call in an exterminator.
♡ - That night, you hear scratching again. Gritting your teeth and determined to get a good nights sleep, you get up and flick on the lights. Maybe you can’t get rid of whatever mice or rats have taken residence in your walls, but maybe you can deter them for a while.
♡ - Before going to find something to scare what you think are pests away, you decide to peek in the hole just to see if you can catch a glimpse with what you’re dealing with.
♡ - You put your eye to the hole, and your blood runs cold.
♡ - A human eye is staring back.
♡ - You scream and flee your apartment, and don’t return until you’ve brought a friend along with you to investigate if what you saw was real.
♡ - Your friend peeks through the hole but sees nothing. Desperate, you plead with them to help you tear down the wall to check thoroughly, and they eventually begrudgingly agree.
♡ - When the wall is opened up, it reveals the truth of what - or rather who - was in your walls.
♡ - In the wall cavity, just wide enough to fit a person, lies a makeshift seat and a camera left behind. Used tissues are littered everywhere, making you nauseous just from the very thought of what they might have been used for.
♡ - Trembling, you take the camera and play the last few minutes of footage, you and your friend watching with wide eyes. You see yourself going to sleep, tossing and turning, and eventually getting out of bed, moments before you looked through the hole. The video stops there.
♡ - Noah gets back to his apartment, out of breath, missing a camera and shaking with nerves. He’s disappointed, of course. So soon into his plan to get more close up shots of you, he nearly got caught, all because he’d been careless.
♡ - But even so, a grin spreads across his face as his cheeks turn red. You’d seen him. For the first time, his darling had looked him in the eyes.
♡ - He’d have to lay low for a while, but it was all worth it just for that. Now you know he exists. And he’s going to make sure to be extra careful next time he finds his way inside your house.
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Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post
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kenchann · 9 months
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i drew these last year but im posting em now cause portfest
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thatscribblingrat · 11 months
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i should draw these two more actually
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b0nbite · 1 year
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Hello! :D
I have risen from my grave just to show you the silly oc’s I just created
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writinginslowmotion · 9 months
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A moodboard I made for Noah, from my WIP Hockey Bros.
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cepheusgalaxy · 2 months
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Okay, so, this one could've been a little better, but I personally think It's progressing. Enjoy! Cws for bruises and bullying mention.
Febuwhump day 15: "Who did this to you?"
That afternoon, when Meine had just arrived from school, Noah knew something was wrong. He was waiting for him on his office, and had ordred the staff to bring him there as soon as he got home. A few minutes past four,someone knocked at his door.
“Father? Did you want to see me?” Meine asked from outside the door, his voice abit shaky.
“Come in”, he said.
He entered the office, and Noah looked up from the book he was reading and met Meine’s gaze. He looked off.
“What happened?”
He avoided his eyesand hesitated to speak. “N-nothing. I’m okay.”
From the way he had phrased it, Noah knew it was a huge lie. But he went back to looking at his book. As he turned the page, he said: “What did I tell you about lying to me?”
He heard a moment of silence, and then: “I fell.”
Noah looked at him. “Are you hurt?”
Meine was hesitant to answer.
“Come here”, he called, gently. Meine crossed the room all the way to the sofa Noah was in, still avoiding eye contact. “Look at me. I am gonna be very clear, and you are going to answer me truthfully. Are you hurt?”
“Y-yes, a little.”
“Where?” He insisted.
Meine rolled his sleeve and showed a scratched elbow. He tried to explain himself. “I-I mean, I was walking on the stairs, and then I didn’t pay attention and I fell.” Then he pointed to his knee. “I…I hurt here too.”
Noah figured something else was wrong. Meine was not a crybaby. Nor he was clumsy. So, that left one option…
“Who did this to you?”
“No one! I-as I said I just… fell.”
“You and me both know you are not stupid enough to go falling off random stairs, Meine. Tell me the truth: Who did this to you?”
He bit a lip.
“It was--just a boy from school. It was an accident, tho.”
Noah lift an eyebrow. Meine knew better than to keep lying.
“H-he pushed me on the floor.”
That infuriated Noah. Kids these days--
“...Luka. His name is Luka”, Meine told him. He still looked uneasy. Noah sighed and rested his hand on Meine’s head.
“Great.” He said. “Now, do me a favor, okay? Go clean yourself and ask someone to take care of these bruises. I’ll go out to run some errands and when I’m back we’ll have a cozy night. Watch a movie, maybe, and eat some cookies. How’s that sound?”
Meine looked surprised.
“F-father? Was that why you called me?”
“That can wait”, he said. “Don’t worry, things will be done in time. We’ll take a little night off. Now go take your bath, will you?” Meine nodded and then gave a little smile back.
He was dispensed.
When Meine left, Noah picked up his phone.
“Eleanor”, he called his secretary. “Will you check up a kid for me?”
“His name is Luka. I want him out.”
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Meine’s PoV.
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Meine was crying in the backseat of the limousine, trying not to make too much noise. At some point of the road, he calmed himself down and held back.
The driver stopped, and Meine looked out of the window.
They were home.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. As he entered the estate, going to his room to calm down and maybe take a bath, a maid--Susanne--appeared.
“Oh, good aft--”
“Mr. Coronet wishes to see you. He is in his office.”
Meine’s heart dropped. Had he done something? Susanne just looked at him, waiting for his answer.
“I-okay. I’m going, I’ll just wash my face.” Father would be mad if he knew he’d been sobbing out there. “Take my things to my room, please.”
Susanne nodded and took his bag. Meine quickly went to the nearest washroom and let out a sigh as soon as he reached the door.
Was it possible that he already knew? No, it must be another thing. Was there a meeting Father would like him to attend? Gosh, he just wanted to do nothing and be left alone. Meine let out a shaky breath and washed his face and hands quickly before heading upstairs to his father’s office.
He knocked the door. “Father? Do you wanted to see me?”
“Come in.”
When he entered, his father was sitting in one of the sofas and reading a book. He lift his head and met Meine’s gaze. He frowned.
“What happened?”
His voice stopped working for a second. “N-nothing. I’m okay.”
Father seemed to believe him for a second, because he turned back to his book. Meine waited for him to tell him why he had been called, but as Father wet his finger and turned a page, he said:
“What did I tell you about lying to me?”
Meine avoided looking at him.
“I fell.”
Father searched his gaze. “Are you hurt?”
Meine was considering how to answer, but before he could, his father sighed and closed his book and put it on his lap. “Come here”,  he said, his voice smooth. He didn’t seem mad, but Meine still thought it was better just to forget what had happened. He sat at his father’s side on the couch. “Look at me.” Meine fidgeted with his shirt, but made himself look at Father in the eyes. “I am gonna be very clear, and you are going to anser me truthfully.” He stared deep down his eyes and asked: “Are you hurt?”
“Yes”, he answered. “A little.”
“Where?” He asked, voice still tender.
Meine rolled up the sleeve of his uniform and showed Father his bruised arm. “I-I mean, I was walking on the stairs, and then I didn’t pay attention and I fell”, he lied. “I…I hurt here too”, he pointed to his sore knee.
Noah looked very suspicious, but Meine hoped he’d accept that lie. Or at least ignore it and dispense him--
“Who did this to you?”
Shit.
“No one! I-as I said, I just fell. I fell, that was it.” He tried to convince him.
Father gave him that look and Meine figured it’d be better just to go through it already. He knew better than to keep lying.
“He…he pushed me on the floor.” It was all he could manage to say.
Noah’s expression shifted insantly and that scared him. He’s not mad at you, he’s not mad at you, Meine trying reminding himself.
“What’s the name of the kid?” His voice masked his anger. He was still trying to be gentle, so Meine figured he wasn’t in trouble.
“...Luka. His name is Luka.”
Father smiled at him.
“Great.” He said to himself. “Now, do me a favor, okay? Go clean yourself and ask someone to take care of these bruises. I’ll go out to run some errands and when I’m back we’ll have a cozy night. Watch a movie, maybe, and eat some cookies. How’s that sound?”
That surprised him.
“Father? Was that why you called me?” He asked.
“That can wait”, Noah brused off. “Don’t worry, things will be done in time. We’ll take a little night off. Now go take your bath, will you?”
A movie night? “Y-yes sir.” He answered.
That sounded good.
Father smiled at him and Meine was dispensed. He tried to give father a little smile in return.
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Later, when Meine left, Noah called the secretary on his phone.
“Eleanor.”
“Yes, sir?” He heard on the other side of the line.
“Look up a kid for me, please? His name is Luka, from Meine’s school.”
“No problem, sir. May I ask why?” She asked, politely.
Noah didn’t think twice before answering. “I want him out of that school.”
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