#nocturnal city

[wolvesbaned]

I feel like lupa in dadcore would go pretty hard

I would agree! adding her to my monster a day collection too :)

#oc tag #art #werewolf art #werewolf #monster art #wolf furry #lycanthrope #butch werewolf #halloween art #mad23 #star's asks #sketch #ill be honest i have no idea how this looks #this angle is so hard to draw her face in ARGH #but this was fun!! #nocturnal city

[aes-theo]

day 1 of cringetober: heterochromia (a day late but who cares <3)

meet the mummy's curse: omar kadir!!!

challenge credit: @icryink

character co-credit: @wolvesbaned

#cringetober 2023 #halloween #mummy #monster #heterochromia #nocturnal city #oc art #theo's art

[starredforlife]

okay but i love these doodles and legitimately i miss them...i should draw my girls

#star's art #oc tag #nocturnal city #werewolf #angel #wlw #werewolf x angel #artists on tumblr #creature design #art #monsters #monster art #character design #shh im posting them on here to test something #terato #exo #ik that second pose is awkward i just like how lupa's hair and arms look tbh

[wolfmoonblues]

i wrote this on halloween at 4 in the a.m.

fans of my ocs rejoice for cringe fanfic and art i'll never render be upon ye. sketchy illustrations included <3

al/lupa pt ???

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Lupa marches after Al on an empty bridge. The night’s cold, and cloudy, and Al is stopping at the railing with her arms crossed, and the wind buffets her words far apart when she speaks.

"No, I can’t let you follow me. Not again. Not after what happened."

"Al, there’s no way in hell we’re letting you do this alone." Lupa’s cheeks are flushed raw. With her camouflage of bruises and bandages, half-shifted and barefoot, she figures she must look ridiculous; she could care less.

On the other hand, as far away as she stands and wearing a top of only gauze and angel glue, Al radiates a soothing, magnetic warmth. The imprint of her wings markings pulse gold over her back—self-healing.

"Yes the hell there is. Are you hearing me?" Her words snap Lupa back to attention. "You got hurt because of me. I’m doing this by myself."

Lupa snorts. "Whoa, so we’re just uninvited to saving the world from a crazed god? And you somehow have the final say on this? Look at that—you haven’t changed a bit. You’re just as fucking precious about your moral high ground as always."

"It ain’t about that."

"Yes it is." Lupa growls, and continues, "You always have to be the one that takes it that far. You always have to be the hero. Hell, if I hadn’t stopped you just then, you would’ve died a third time! Do you know how insane that is? Al, look at me."

"What?" Al grits her teeth. Lupa knows she’s supposed to care about what she’s saying, and she does, but her words come out petulant and bitter.

"I’m asking you—do you know what it would mean if you died again. No do-overs, no "divine intervention", definitely none of god’s favor. You’ve run out of chances, and where does that leave us, huh? Where does that leave me Al?"

Al holds her hands over her neck, and stares into the ocean below them. Her brows furrow and her lips scrunch and her words come out with barely yoked patience.

"Lupa…look. I was so close. So close, and without me having to worry about y’all—and without you pulling that dumbass stunt—I could’ve probably gotten him to give in. And I wish you’d just given me the chance to finish it, because now we don’t know where he went, and we have to start all over."

"Giving you that chance would mean you’d be dead for good."

Al groans. "Or he would!"

"Or you both would."

"So what. Because Auris dies for good. I’m one person, Lupa, and there’s nearly six billion more out there."

"Isn’t that worth it?"

"I know my answer. It sounds like a self crucifixion." The bitterness seeps back in, then. "We’ve been with you every step of the way. And now, suddenly, we’re just another one in six billion?"

"No!" And Al snaps now, finally raising her voice, enough for it to crack, "No, you four are everything to me. And I almost saw what it was like to lose you, and I can’t cope with that. I can’t worry about you and Auris at the same time. So I gotta do this alone."

She throws her hands out to the horizon. "Who do you think I’m really doing this for?"

"Bullshit.” Lupa says. “You have at least two other friends. And—and if the world explodes there can’t be anymore Star Trek either."

"Lupa—"

"And you care too much about every stupid person that exists anyways, Doc, you just said so, so don’t pull the best friend discount on us either. I know you. I know who you are. You’d save the world if it was just you and some dipshit you didn’t know from Adam, and you’re the only one of us nice enough to do that. So that’s why we’re going. We want to make sure you’re the one who makes it there."

A long pause, and then, finally, a sigh.

"Lord, you make it so hard to think sometimes. I hate when you do this."

"Do what? Make sense? Care about you? You’re a real fucking nutcase, you know that, right?"

Al stares at Lupa with a gaze so incomprehensible it makes her take a step back. It almost reads as pity, or maybe an apology. The angel leans closer to her, tilts her head.

"You’re bleeding again."

"Aw, shit—" Lupa brings her fingers up to her lips and finds the gash opened and trickling warm. "I thought you patched me up."

"My magic gets weaker the closer I am to him. He drained me a lot." She fishes a band-aid out from her pocket. "Stay still."

Lupa winces when Al’s thumb brushes at her chin, smearing the red away from the wound. "Ouch. Ouch."

"Sorry." Al mutters, absently. Lupa cranes her head back, let’s her eyes roll.

"You know I always hated doctors, right?"

"I know you hate me right now."

The sting of antiseptic—and the comment—hurt more than the wound does.

"Al, I didn’t mean that. And I don’t."

"I don’t understand why you wouldn’t. It’s like I’m taking you all to your graves." Al mumbles. "I wish you could just let me go, Lupa. Let me do this alone.”

She tends to her, but her voice falters to shambles and Lupa can feel her fingers tremble over her jaw. She reaches up to stop her working hand from applying more pressure and stares until Al stares back.

"I’m sorry." And Lupa feels the heat of a stupid confession storm up her throat and temples, steamroll out her mouth before she can stop it. "But if I had to fight him every day for the rest of my life to stop him from hurting you, I would. I would rip into him with my bare hands if I needed to. And if that means I hate you, then I hate you more than anyone else in the whole fucking world right now. I swear it."

And she realizes she’s crying hot and terrible and stupid tears. Al is looking at her like her heart’s been broken into a million pieces. Her thumb still lingers on the corner of her mouth, then, and as if remembering it’s there, she pulls Lupa’s face to hers and kisses her, and for a second every single combative word she very truly planned on saying disappears.

It’s a short kiss—blink, and you miss it, really. Lupa barely lets herself fall into the weight of it, finds the warmth and softness leave her mouth far too soon for her taste. Before she can even close her eyes fully, Al’s leaning back.

"Wait—" Lupa breathes, searches the space between them to find purchase again, but Al’s hand lifts her chin up and tilts it to the side. Lupa doesn’t dignify her with the whine gritting between her teeth. Al’s mouth is smeared now with Lupa’s blood. The gash near the werewolf’s lip is healed—she knows, because Al’s tracing her fingers over it, and it’s smooth. The touch makes her head swim.

"You did not just kiss me to heal a stupid cut."

"Maybe." Al’s eyes flick to hers, and Lupa scowls at the amusement in them.

"Don’t mess with me like that." And she sees a flash of anxiety in the angel’s eyes. "Please, Al. There’s already so much going on as it is."

“Sometimes I wonder how they screwed your head on when you were born.”

"Excuse me?"

"Of course I didn’t kiss you to heal the cut." Al crosses her arms and huffs, "I didn’t…know I could do that." The genuine embarrassment in her expression breaks Lupa down like sugar into coffee, and all the pent-up, angry fear melts into a laugh.

"You’re serious?"

"...Yes."

"Alma, wait,—“ Lupa wheezes, light from the stupid giddy prank of it all. "C’mere. Stop looking like a kicked dog."

Al bows her head and Lupa picks it back up with her hands, and for the first time in a long minute, she smiles wide. “I’m not that mad at you, you know that?”

A moment, and then. "I do. I think."

"Well, I’m not."

Al winces.

"I’m sorry." She says. "I know you don’t hate me. That was a dumb thing to say."

And Lupa realizes suddenly that Al is tired, not only physically, not just from sharp words and tempers, but with an exhaustion in the blood and bones and soul. A burden that makes itself visible only in its weight, and the way it draws cracks of stress into its carriers, in how all the shiny bits that lived in the angel seemed dull, now.

“Don’t worry, it’s not even the dumbest thing you’ve said today today.” She finds herself cajoling now, soft like one is with fragile things. "No, that was when you really thought I wasn’t going to follow you wherever you go."

"I can’t hear you." Al tries to muffle her face into Lupa’s shoulder, but Lupa butts her head to Al’s and holds her gaze.

"Hell or heaven, baby. You can’t get rid of me that easy," she grins, "and you should know better."

For a moment it’s just the sea below then and the throb of the city in the distance and the wind cutting between their faces. Al’s breath rattles, and she lets her eyes close tight. "I’m scared."

"I know."

"Not of Auris."

"No, I know that too."

"Don’t promise me shit, Lupa. Don’t you promise me you’ll be okay. Don’t be stupid. Just stay alive."

"Okay."

"No, don’t promise me."

Lupa laughs, and says, "Yes ma’am."

Al glares at her with a fake annoyance and a very real love and pinpricks of golden tears at the corners of her eyes. She sniffs, and hiccups, in a small voice, "Sorry I kissed you."

The werewolf remembers, and blushes to her ears. "Oh. Right. Well, payback, or whatever. I kissed you last time."

"And it can’t happen again, right?"

"We also said that last time."

"Hm."

"Yeah."

"Maybe if you don’t die."

"I can’t promise you shit, remember?" Al gives her a look, but Lupa continues, merry now. "It’s in God’s hands now, Jinkies."

"I bet you feel real Catholic right about now."

"I think every saint is super jealous of my exact situation."

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um the end okay byeeeeee

#its okay to rb this btw if you all pinky promise to be nice to me #oc writing #oc art #um idk what the fuck to tag this #hurt/comfort #??? #uh #wlw #writerblr #please dont actually read it writerblr people i have no clue what yall do and i dont want to embarrass myself i just dont know how to tag #this #i will say if i were to animate/script this for tv it would be so much less dialogue #this is to kind of explore all their feelings in this moment #so im not going to mark it as canon so much as just for Fun #nocturnal city #if i know you in real life and you're reading this please respect my privacy and either become my yes man right now or forget you know me

[nocturnal-city-offical]

Gods. Demons. Yokai. Spirits. Beings of divinity, hell or magic, believed to be for the spiritual or the insane. Magic did exist within the world of Nocturnal City, just never originally on earth. For those of us with knowledge of the underworld, the cosmos or the ocean, we know of magics history.

Magic is born of blood, blood of the gods. But not false ones, Like Zeus or Odin. No, rather beings far beyond the mortal plane, these deities live with the ability to control a single aspect of the universe, a very specific aspect. These can be from the structure of atoms, to the energy within life, or death. For the deities that live in the vast, dark cosmos, they are granted power over the laws of physics, but that is the restraint of their domain, for Chthonic gods are the ones who rule over life and death. Between these 2 bloods there exists a limbo, where life, death and physics meet at its peak.

Within the deep cosmos and vast, endless universes there exists an ocean. A deep, lightless void where life is on the verge of death and light cannot exist and energy is few. The beings that inhabit this space are the Primordials, beings who represents the things encountered in life but not thought of by sentients. The one you would be familiar with is know by many names. Chaos, Lady Luck, Randomness. Beings like Chaos exist here, their forms unlimited and their interpretations endless.

The earths endless pantheons have not always existed, rather humans unique desire and love for story telling granted them a unique power over life. When enough of humanities emotional, psychological and social energy is funnelled into an idea, that idea can become real, with a clause. Zeus never existed throughout greek mythology, nor did the mythology never happen. Rather, the combination of Greece and Romes’ belief caused Zeus and his pantheon to be created with the memories of said mythology.

Should a creature obtain true blood, whether by infection or consumption, they are imbued with a small fraction of the respect divinities power. For those who have consumed Chthonic, they gained immortality and magic like Necromancy. For those on earth, who have been infected with the Egg’s magic, they posses power over Energy & Matter, for the Egg belongs to the highest cosmic divinities. This also means cosmic gods cannot be hurt by those who control cosmic-given magic.

Magic however can come from another source, either through mutation or, for humanity, their various pantheons. Warlocks are not just restricted to the cosmic, the chthonic and the primal, but the gods that have been created artificially or by humanity. One can even be in possession of unique magic that is created by them only, and so far only 1 example has existed to prove this concept.

Stregona Vino. Daughter of Sanguine Vino, 3rd leader of Umbral Fibem. The only living creature who creates their own magic. Unbeknownst to her.

#nocturnal city #worldbuilding #organized crime #original content #scifi #crime fiction #urban fantasy #fiction #author #alternate history #creative #alternate universe

[jettpack]

Going through my dark and brooding era. Is pleinair painting cooler if you make it spooky? I hope the answer is yes. Here are 10 of my 15 nocturne paintings I showed at SITTING OUTSIDE 2, a pleinair painting show in Los Angeles that I curated. I did all nocturnes for the show this year. Hoping to keep that going.

#nocturne #night city #night painting #night time #nighttime #night #gouache painting #illustration #artists on tumblr #kellan jett #art #painting #pleinair #gouache #pleinairpainting #los angeles #la #echo park

[werewolfaday]

day 55!

#werewolf a day #monster art #monster girlfriend #art #day 55 #werewolf #wlw werewolf #lycan art #^lupa's first kind of gf is casey the other werewolf #yall get some lupa lore along with the werewolf for today lol #for everybody else (majority) that doesnt follow or know nocturnal city lore from my main art blog #blue werewolf is an oc im v fond of named lupa!! #and this is her at like. 16/17 #oc: lupa #oc: casey

[huariqueje]

Lights and shadows    -      Alejandro Quincoces

Spanish,b.1951 -

Oil on canvas , 140 x 70 cm.

#Alejandro Quincoces #spanish artist #city nocturne #city lights #shadows

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 90

So apparently getting ghost-adopted has an effect on one's form. Danny isn’t complaining, he’s not! He just uh, has five ghost parents. Who all look rather unique and have wildly different abilities. Not to mention his own. 

He’s quite uh, not exactly annoyed, but uh… is this a secondary puberty? This is like a secondary puberty isn’t it. 

Like, he’s getting horns, and wings, and a whole other pair of arms and who knows what else! Mothers, Fathers, help how will he hide this, it’s bleeding over into his human form! He was going to go to college, how is he going to hide this?! 

#prompts #dcxdp #dpxdc #he has so many parents #clockwork #frostbite #pandora #princess dorathea #nocturne #What college is he heading to? Up to you #It's in one hero's city or another #Danny wearing a heavy coat: I definitely don't have wings or another pair of arms or a tail & please ignore the baby horns and fangs #Danny: Don't ignore the stardust that's actually pretty sick ngl

[o-link]

#City #Urban #cars #circulation #street #light #nocturne #soir #soirée

[q-ueerly]

"groceries"

acrylic on resin and CD mosaic

#acrylpainting #sunset #street lights #contemporary art #nocturne #reclaimed materials #dreamscape #reflecting light #reflections #night #nightwalk #my art #QUEERLY #nocturne painting #acrylic painting #city lights #nightscape #contemporary painting #melbourne artist #queer artist #nonbinary artist #citylights

[wolvesbaned]

a Lupa animation! (sound on for werewolf sfx). two guesses as to what makes her stop growling, go <3

#art #animation #lycan #werewolf #werewolf art #werewolf wednesday #wolf #oc art #2d animation #sketch #artists on tumblr #werewolf girlfriend #to al only though a-ha ! #nocturnal city #oc tag

[melitheduck]

These are so cute :(

#webtoon #webtoons #sweet valentine collection #sweet valentine collection event webtoons #romance #not your typical reincarnation story #nytrs #the d!ckheads #the dragon king’s bride #bailin and li yun #the kiss bet #down to earth #chasing red #hello baby #i am the villain #FLOAT #obsidian bride #city vamps #eaternal nocturnal #morgana and oz #brimstone and roses #to the stars and back

[starredforlife]

Do any of your main monster crew use any cool weapons? Or just powers/magic to defend themselves? :]

cyrus uses swords!! rapiers and algerian flyssas with bat heads as the pommels. he's trained in most weapons but swords are his favorite. he's got a lot of other powers but just take most of the vampire abilities with a little pizazz and added resistance to vamp weaknesses and that'll sum it up.

melody is trained with the trident. she uses one made out of water. She can also change her size when in the water! she can get Really Big. shes like one of those expanding dinosaur bath toys.

omar has "goop powers" (he has a bunch of black ooze inside him he can extend and manipulate. kind of looks like venom, the spiderman guy). but mostly he's cursed.

al has. a bat. and also some very powerful angel magic that works like heat rays. she can heal a lot of physical ailments, if not immediately, then over time. in emergency scenarios, angel blood or spit will work to heal wounds (teehee). she can also compel anyone who beholds her to listen to her and tell the truth when asked. as a ghost she can manipulate plasma, phase through walls, go invisible, etc!

lupa is a very powerful lycan but take that away and she can still throw a mean punch. she's not trained in anything other than rough horseplay, hobby boxing, and street smarts but the competitive + dogged + scrappy combo has her win more fights than she should, being 5'4 and all that. during her human years though she's still severely under-powered compared to her friends. im thinking i'll have cyrus or xiao train her with a punchy type of weapon. she would probably engineer the weapon herself!!

#mainly bc the gloves are my favorite in the videogame hades lol #star's asks #oc tag #ty for the question jo!!! #nocturnal city

[countbars-mainblog]

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion ↳ aesthetic: statues 

#tes #tes4 #oblivion #modded game #Imperial city #akatosh #mehrunes dagon #shivering isles #sheogorath #Azura #bruma #hero of kvatch #nocturnal #chorrol #anvil #screenshot #screenset #aesthetic #my screenshots

[nocturnal-city-offical]

Long ago, near the coast of the American continent, bordering what would now be called Canada and The United States, a bright and fantasical meteorite shower occurred. From this event, a large, purplish green Egg crashed into the earth, forming a deep crater.

The fauna and flora slowly began to warp and mutate, lizards became wrymlings, pigs became orks and tree’s became ents. While Earth was originally mundane, mirroring what yours was during the 19th and 20th century, ours became what you imagine as fantasy. Albeit, this fantasy was limited in size, as it quickly was isolated from the American colonies.

This land, what we refer to as “Nocturnal City”, is the birthplace of magic in this world. Rare is it for someone in another continent to inherit the disease, unless they were a descendant from a person native to Nocturnal City. During the 21st century, negotiations were struck between Nocturnal City, United States and Canada, due to the fact that the city sat right in between the 2 nations.

Prior to this, it was a mostly lawless land. With the local catholics amusingly evolving into the first set of Vampires, and the humanity developing the first idea’s of “Magic”, it was throne into the extreme version of Darwins theory of evolution, for this magic was unpredictable and chaotic in nature. It was here that the First Witches were born, commoners and faithless people had developed powers that allowed them to control energy, matter and even thought.

#fiction #urban fantasy #worldbuilding #author #scifi #crime fiction #organized crime #original content #alternate universe #alternate history #nocturnal city