《Noah》

Call me Noah | Any pronouns | Multishipper | Currently writing stories about my original characters but not posting any because I'm a coward |

[writing-noah]

Welcome to my abandoned lair!

The name's Noah, and I write from time to time! I used to be known as DarkNoahsHere, but decided to change it all up.

My old writing can be found under #bnhawriting. It will take you to what used to be the introduction to this blog.

From this point forward, my writing will be focused on original characters and random prompts, without characters from fandoms unless I really want to post a certain ship or story.

Hope you enjoy!

[azherwind-art]

A good thing about being out is that I can share this lil comic I made a long while ago about some of the feelings and experiences I've had If you can help anything helps! Also with each Ko-fi I'll enter you on a monthly raffle to win an advanced colors commission of two full body characters! (I already contacted last time's winner) On the other hand you can also join my patreon for advances on my other comics (exclusive access for the Rainy Days epilogues until the compilation is ready, sneak peaks at secret admirer in sketch form and so on) or I also have open commissions right now if that'd be more of your interest Thanks in advance Ko-fi Patreon Commission Prices

[iloveyou-writers]

There is no shame in starting over. Or not outlining. Or writing slowly. Or using clichés. Or writing multiple projects at the same time.

You are in charge of your own writing journey. It’s up to you which path to take, and none is less valuable than the other. - D

[azherwind-art]

Am I the only person that cant hear or read

"-the very best"

Without being followed by mental *electric guitar noises* "LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS!"

[benewhorian]

why the fuck is he holding his brush like that tho

[ramshackledtrickster]

He’s Leonardo da fucking Vinci don’t question it

[kiasnocturnality]

Thinking about Alois having an off day and when he tries to transform from his cloud of bats back into his 'human' form, it doesn't quite go right and he's left with these big white bat ears on top of his head

[writing-noah]

Keep talking, I'm all ears 👀

[kiasnocturnality]

Can I ask for Nasana's reaction to Reader tending to his wounds? Maybe when he has seen Reader a couple times but is still not sure whether he trusts them or not, and the tenderness of the moment tips the scale a bit and he allows it

characters: Nasana

notes: I'm soso happy to be getting all these requests, honestly I didn't think that people would be so interested so soon AHAH. I might have got a bit carried away and hit 2k words.

Upon returning home from the market, you wouldn't normally go wandering into what you knew to be naga territory, having been escorted once by him off his lands when you grew lost and having seen him a few times at the border. However, you had been down by the stream when you noticed that an alarming amount of blood was flowing through it from further up and so, you found yourself running along the side of the water, something from deep within telling you that this was just the right thing to do.

Not too long later, you found him lying in the water, the upper half of his body sprawled out across the bank of the stream. You froze for a moment when you saw him, dark grey skin and black tail that shimmered like a rainbow. His long hair was a tangled, matted mess around him and you could see the shimmer of blood on his skin and scales. This naga had once escorted you off his land and promised you that he wouldn't be so kind should he see you trespassing again but you hoped that, for now at least, circumstances were different.

You ran to his side and crouched down, grabbing his wrist to feel that he still had a pulse. You looked around for somewhere that you might be able to treat him, somewhere more sheltered. You had no idea where he lived, whether nagas lived in caves or trees, and so you would have to find somewhere to make do for now while you helped him. You could run around a bit now and see if you could find anywhere but that could waste precious time. You knew that there were caves at the base of the cliffs, not too far from the river, because you and your father had camped there once when it was too late to make the hike up the cliffs once you had come back from the markets in the nearby town.

This naga could likely fit in your boat if you could just get him that little distance downstream to the river, it would be easier to get him to the caves at the bottom of the cliffs and the commute from there to your home for medical supplies. Ok, cliff caves it is, you just needed to carry him to the river. Slinging the other strap of your bag over your other shoulder so that it wouldn't get in your way, you hooked your arms under the naga's and tried to drag him out of the water, downstream, but you only managed to move him a tiny bit and were digging holes in the ground where you were pushing your feet. You looked back up at his serpent's tail, which appeared to be 18/20 feet or 5/6metres long. He was heavy and he was big so you would have to rethink your strategy.

You carefully eased him down and picked up the end of his tail which was lighter than his torso, carrying that as much as you could until it became heavy. You then moved the middle section of his tail with some more effort before carrying his torso in the same direction. This would be tedious but it would be necessary to give him a chance to survive.

You did this for a while, pausing at one point to tear up your shawl into strips to wrap some of the more serious wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. It must have taken 20 minutes but you got him down to the river where you retrieved your boat and set him inside. You gathered some wood by snapping small branches off nearby trees and secured them under the top flap of your bag then joined him in the boat, cautious of how much his weight had sunk it, before rowing off in the direction of the cliffs.

You soon reached the caves and had to remove him from the boat and deep enough inside with the same technique you had used to carry him downstream. Knowing nagas were cold-blooded and it was chilly in the cave, you got straight to starting a fire, grabbing some cattails from the riverbank for kindling. You took out your water bottle and removed the makeshift bandages to begin cleaning the wounds, inspecting along his tail where it was harder to spot injuries among the scales. You took out the jar of honey that you had got on the market and began to slather it on the wounds, knowing that it could help to prevent infections and that it was all you had with you to do so. Your shawl was torn up even more into strips to try and cover up the open wounds and you grimaced at one across the back of his shoulder that would undoubtedly need stitches. You had nothing with you to give him that sort of treatment and so you would need to go home to fetch some more supplies. He was still unconscious when you decided to make the hike home. You would come back with more medical and camping supplies, some food, some fishing gear and a pot to boil more water in. 

You felt exhausted by the time you got home and wanted nothing more than to crash onto your bed but you settled for boiling the kettle on the stove to make some coffee instead as you gathered up everything that you would need, unpacking anything unnecessary from your bag that day. You left the house with a heavy bag, tired, with a flask of bitter black coffee. 

You wanted nothing more than to go to sleep as you made the hike back down the cliffs but you knew this trail well and were at the caves before many others would be in your shoes. The naga was still there and still passed out. You fed the fire some more and stitched and wrapped his worse wounds before laying out your bedroll and getting some rest. 

✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆𓍊𓋼𓍊⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩

The next few days passed quite monotonously: you would check his injuries, treat his fever, fish for food, purify some water, cook and keep the fire going. You had managed to get him to drink some but eating had been unsuccessful for the most part with the exception of some pieces of fish. However, one day, you were startled from your focus on cooking a fish you had caught by a groan from the naga and you turned to watch as he tried to push himself up but lacked the strength, falling back down to the bedroll you had set him on. His eyes scanned around the cave and landed on you, eyeing you warily and flashing his fangs. 

“Calm down.” You said as you turned the fish over. You had been expecting a negative reaction when he finally awoke and found you in his company, antisocial as nagas are, “I’ve been treating you for the last three days. I found you hurt in the stream and I brought you to the caves in the cliffs to treat you. I’ve been cleaning and bandaging your wounds, be careful with your left shoulder and the mid-underside of your tail, I’ve had to put stitches in and I don’t want you tearing them.” You spoke matter-of-factly. That gave him pause and he looked down to inspect the bandages you had wrapped around him, wincing when he moved his left arm a little too much. “Fish?” You offered him some by gesturing down to the piece you were cooking. He pulled a face. 

“I don’t particularly like fish.”

“Then starve and undo all my hard work.” You replied. You felt he would need a hard hand if he was ever going to recover under your care and you were more than sure that he would try to leave this cave before he recovered. 

“...just scale it and give it to me uncooked, leave the bones in, I need them.” Your brows shot up at the request before you realised bones must be important in a serpent’s diet – you weren’t really sure where else they would be able to get calcium from. 

“Alright.” You replied, picking up your fishing gear and heading to the mouth of the cave, “I’ll be down by the river, call me if you need anything, I’ll be able to hear you.” He didn’t reply as you left, neither did he say a thing when you returned, however you did notice him move in your peripheral when you took out your scaling knife. You glanced between him and the blade and muttered a ‘sorry’ before getting to work on scaling the fish and handing it off to him once you had put the knife away. You hoped that he was sensible enough to know that you wouldn’t want to hurt him if you were going to all this effort to heal him. 

You watched on as he opened his mouth wide and then wider, the white lines leaving the corners of his lips that went to the centres of his cheeks opened up to reveal a maw of teeth and a forked tongue. You were surprised to see that he didn’t chew the fish at all but that he swallowed it whole before he closed his mouth again. His brown eyes met your own which were full of mild surprise. 

“I don’t need to chew like you humans.” 

“Noted.” You replied as you took your own fish, scaled with the bones removed, from the fire, setting it down on a large leaf and pulling off pieces with your fingers to eat. It was bland and you missed your spice rack at home. You tried to spark up a bit of conversation with him but it was fruitless and so you went out to gather more firewood instead. You returned in the evening and announced that you needed to change his bandages. 

You removed the old bandages and cleaned out the wounds, being more careful than ever to not hurt him now that he was awake. He watched you with unwavering focus as your warm hands gently tended to his injuries. He could feel the heat radiating from you and it lingered pleasantly in his cold body in the wake of your touch. He took a moment to imagine you laid down in his coils, his body covering yours, arms wrapped around you, cheek pressed to your warm chest and hearing your heart as you warmed his cold body with your heat. You were a pretty thing to look at, something he hadn’t wanted to admit the first time he saw you up close. He struggled to recall your name which you had once given him. He had refused to give his own as he had not intended to see you again. He had seen you though, a handful of times at the border of his land but there had been some distance between you and you were a mere blur of colour and a particular scent to his senses. 

Nasana wasn’t a people-person, whatever the opposite of that was called, that’s what he was. But he found himself enjoying your company. You knew of his nature, what he was and that he didn’t like people on his land and yet you had risked provoking his temper for the sake of helping him and here you were, camping out in a cave (something he knew humans typically did not do for long periods of time) so that you could treat him. He looked over your form, so much smaller than his own, and knew that carrying him here mustn’t have been an easy feat for you. 

“Thank you.” You almost jumped when he broke the silence by speaking but you knew that something like this was a big leap in how he had acted with you before. You flashed him a kind smile. 

“It’s not a problem, what sort of person would I be if I left you to die?” You spoke quietly as you reached around his tail to wrap the bandage, “Besides, you helped me once when I was lost so I’m repaying your kindness, you earned it, you deserve it;” You shot him a teasing look, “Cold as you may be and I’m not just talking about your temperature.” He rolled his slitted eyes but you noticed the small upturn of the corner of his white lips. 

“Where did you learn to do all this?” He asked and you were glad that he was now trying to make conversation with you. You laughed a little. 

“Let me tell you about my little brother, he’s like a disaster waiting to happen…” 

You were glad to see the softer side of the cold naga who owned the stretch of the rainforest beneath the cliffs and beyond the river. 

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@writing-noah @edensrose

[wint3r-h3art]

Been seeing fic writers not using readmore option with the excuses of being on mobile.

We’ll say no more. Here is a way to do it:

[sassenach-on-the-rocks]

This is a huge help. Especially since I've been writing a lot more on my phone these days.

[kiatheinsomniac]

omg I had no idea tysm

[writing-noah]

OH MY GO–

[kiatheinsomniac]

So, I don't know my way around sea creatures that much; I only know sirens and mermaids, but I wanted an AC one shot where Reader is a mermaid (or any other creature you may want) who, after joining the crew and hiding what they truly are, gets discovered by the captain of the ship (can be any of the assassins or James Kidd/Mary Read). Maybe because other pirates heard about the rumors and kidnapped them for coin, or because they weren't careful enough to hide their features one time they were gathering supplies at an island.

Honestly I had this idea after reading the one you did with a Selkie and F!Eivor, but I don't know if it's too similar to that one for you to write it. Sorry if it is!

notes: I'm so happy people enjoyed the selkie AU I did! I think that mermaids fit James/Mary perfectly. I hope the pacing of this isn't as off as I feel it is.

pairing: James Kidd | Mary Read x mermaid! Reader

word count: 2.1k

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

The diver

You had not intended to immerse yourself into the human world so much, not originally, anyway. Having a harpoon tear through half the muscles in your tail had been a horrific experience, having to learn to walk on legs – the wound being transferred to your right thigh in this form – to seek medical assistance had been arguably worse. The spear had torn through great amounts of flesh and you had lost a lot of blood when you stumbled onto the docks of the coastal human settlement. 

You couldn’t recall well what happened next, only that you leaned against a post to try and catch your breath when your lungs felt tight and black spots clouded your vision followed by waking up in a cot. The bed was creaky, old like the shipwrecks you so often explored, the mattress did little to comfort you and a net was hanging around the bed. In a panic, you had first assumed that the net was intended to trap you but you soon came to learn that humans used this tool for purposes other than fishing – the one around your bed was intended to keep insects out, apparently. 

The woman was a local healer, she had told you, and you had been brought to her by a man she knew, a man who had found you passed out on the dock. When inquired about both this incident and your injury, you decided to extend your memory loss to the cause of the wound too. She believed you, it seemed. After you were able to get up and do some exercises to aid the healing process for your muscles, she explained that her services weren’t free and she would require payment. Once you explained that you had no way to pay her, she suggested that you seek out the man who had brought you in, that he would give you the means to earn the money and you could owe her a debt until then. 

Once you were able to get walking around again – little did the healer know she was not only helping you to heal, but teaching you how to truly walk too – you were sent off to find this man named James Kidd. You had been pointed to a tavern (which you found with great difficulty) and from there were told to find an Anne Bonny who then took you over to James Kidd. James had been glad to see that you made a recovery and you spoke to him about finding some work with him in order to pay the healer. He had explained to you that he was the Captain of a pirate ship, that you could work in his crew if you had the skills and stomach for it, all while he flipped a piece of gold between his fingers. Humans sure did love the stuff, you’d seen them kill each other for it. 

“And you’ll have enough of this-” he held out the glittering coin to you, “-in no time.” Your eyes widened when it clicked. That’s why they loved gold! This was their currency! 

“About skills.” You leaned over the table in excitement, “Do you need a diver?” 

“A diver?” He leaned in closer to you. 

“Yeah, there are a few sights I know that are full of gold, too much for me to have carried away though.”

“Too much?!” James exclaimed before looking around and lowering his voice, “And how do I know I can trust that you’re telling the truth?” You pursed your lips in thought for a moment. 

“I’ll fetch a small amount now and bring it to you here at the same time tomorrow. Once you’ve seen the gold, I’ll show you where the rest is; I’ll dive down to get it and you get to do whatever with it, I’ll have paid my debt.” James narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously and you panicked internally. What had you done to earn the human’s distrust now? 

“And you don’t want any of this for yourself?” Oh, that’s right, they’re greedy by nature. You shrugged, a lie already coming to mind.

“I’ll take whatever jewellery suits my tastes and make do with that.” You replied simply and it seemed to pay off because the obvious suspicion drained from his face. 

“Then we have a deal.” He flashed you a charming grin and where once you would have flipped your fin in excitement, you instead hit your knees against the bottom of the table and you laughed at yourself for a moment before making your way back to the healer’s to explain that your debt to her would soon be paid in full. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were looking over the rail of Captain Kidd’s ship, dressed in a black fitted shirt and shorts, many of the crew unable to look at you or unable to look away from you, seeing a woman such as yourself in a state of undress. You never understood human’s craving for such modesty and, frankly, would much prefer to go into the water utterly naked for the sake of convenience. Some barrels had been sunk to the bottom and you were being sent down with a chain on a hook. Your job was to load up as much gold as possible and hook the barrels to be pulled up on board the ship. 

Kidd seemed sceptical of your diving skills but you knew your nature and were sure of yourself. Once everything was set up, you made your dive. You tore off the restricting shorts once you were deep enough and let yourself morph back into your true form for the first time since having a harpoon tear through your flesh. With powerful fins, you dove down into the water and breathed it in through the gills at your collar. You got to the seabed where the old merchant ship lay in ruins and began swimming through the wreckage for the precious jewels and metals that you knew had been forgotten about here. 

You had to be as quick as possible as you wouldn’t have a lot of time before going up to take a fake breath, they would know something is off if you held it for too long. You sent one of the barrels up with a harsh tug on the chain once attaching it to a barrel and you let the crew pull you up with their treasure, keeping close to the side of the boat when you surfaced with an exaggerated breath. 

The crew broke out into gasps and cheers at the sight of the wealth within the barrel and you flashed a grin at Kidd who eyed you with a mystified sort of awe before you went back down with the chain. You filled two and a half more barrels with precious materials before you could find no more and you resurfaced with a set of legs once more. James insisted on hurrying you into his cabin where you could change and warm up. 

You were now in a warm, dry set of clothes, sitting in a chair by James’ desk when he dragged over a chair to sit beside you. 

“You aren’t what you make yourself out to be, are you lass?” He began and you felt your heart drop all the way to the ocean’s floor. He seemed to pick up on this reaction and he leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs and holding his hands up. It was a peaceful position, one that was difficult to attack or quickly defend from: he was trying to get your trust. “Neither am I.” He continued, “And, like you, I don’t trust people with knowing what that is. So, why don’t we share with each other?” You pondered over his words. There was a certain charm about James Kidd, one that pulled you to him, made you want to stick around on land even once you were able to pay your debt and return to the sea. 

“Ok…” You began quietly, “But not here, not now. The next time we dock.” He flashed you a sympathetic smile and nodded his head once as he stood, reaching out to you to smooth your wet hair away from your face. 

“Alright.” He stood over you like that for a while and you found yourself utterly lost in his eyes as he stood over your, fingers carefully stroking across your head. He seemed to snap out of it before you did, scrunching his eyes as though breaking an enchantment before heading back outside, talking about needing to take inventory of the new wealth on the ship. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your nerves were jittering as you stood at the end of the pier. Most of the crew were celebrating and drinking but you had agreed to meet James here. You wrung your hands as you could hear his boots hit the creaking wood of the pier behind you until he was standing by your side and the two of you were looking over the seascape at night. 

“It’s a beautiful night.” He commented and you wanted to lean your body against his, to enjoy this night together in his arms and nothing more. 

“It is.” You agreed, throat dry and voice weak. 

“You’re not… from here, are you?” He began, “And I don’t mean that in the sense of most of us aren’t from around here, I mean that you’re practically from a whole other world, aren’t you?” 

“Did holding my breath for so long give it away?” You joked, stealing a glance at him that you didn’t have the courage to hold, eyes diverting back to the water. 

“Aye, there was that but you’re… naive to many ways of the world, of human nature and I could only assume, at that time, that you had lived a very sheltered life. I’ve heard rumours of merfolk in my time, stories told to children but I’ve seen some things in my life too, things that came before, that surpass our understanding. I don’t dismiss things as easily as I did when I was younger.” You let her words sink in for a moment. Had humans truly stopped believing in the existence of your kin? 

You knelt down on the pier and glanced up at Kidd who then did the same and you lowered your body into the water while he sat on the ledge, legs crossed. You allowed your body to morph into your own form before James’ eyes and he leaned forwards to get a better look at you in the water, face gleaming with fascination. 

“And you can just change like this whenever you want?” He gasped. 

“It takes a lot out of us but, more or less, yes.” You replied with a soft smile at seeing only wonder on his face instead of any form of horror or repulsion. “And you? You said that you too aren’t what you seem.” He seemed hesitant for a moment, looking down into your eyes that shone up at him with an unmistakable adoration, affection even. Would he lose that? Lose you? 

You watched him shrug off his jacket and take the bandanna out of his hair, letting it fall much more loosely around his face. He removed the waistcoat and reached under the shirt to pull out some sort of bindings. You didn’t fail to notice how its removal allowed his- no, her chest to curve outwards. James was no man. 

“You’re a woman…” You breathed out. You had simply assumed that James was a scrawny thing as far as humans in these parts went, that or he was young. 

“Aye, I should introduce myself as Mary Read.” 

“I like the sound of that name.” You smiled up at her, folding your arms on the edge of the pier and resting your head on them. Her heart fluttered at seeing that she had not lost that glimmer of affection in your eyes, if anything it had increased. Her hand reached slowly for the laces on one of her boots. 

“Can we… can we go for a swim?” She asked hesitantly and your body bobbed upwards in the water with the powerful swish of your fin that you did at knowing she didn’t want you gone from her life now that she knew your true nature. 

“Of course!” You exclaimed and she gleefully stripped off her boots and socks before joining you in the water, wrapping her arms around your shoulders when she realised that it was much deeper than you expected. You rested your forehead against hers as the two of you giggled and, for a moment, it hung thickly in the air that the two of you wanted to kiss each other but it remained unspoken for now. There would be time enough for that. 

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🏷️ @writing-noah

[dumplinglove]

ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the  trollsteineggje mountain in norway

[writing-noah]

ASSASSIN'S CREED BLACK FLAG SPOILERS

I am fucken heartbroken–

Not only was Mary actually pregnant (which I thought was a lie to get time before the execution and escape), but she FUCKING DIED!?! IN MY ARMS!?!?!?

I'm finishing the game out of spite, but I lost all interest in it when she died. She was the coolest fucking character and they kill her off like that. Not even fighting like Blackbeard did. I'm pissed.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

To all the writers who haven't written in a while. May the right words come to you and may they actually get written down.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

To all the writers who haven't written in a while. May the right words come to you and may they actually get written down.

[justholdingstill]

reblog your writers too!

I keep seeing that post go around and around about how folks coming to Tumblr from other social media platforms might not know that content here has to be reblogged to be seen and get attention, but the wording of it focuses almost entirely on visual artists and that gives me pause. 

The message is wonderful and meaningful, because there are SO MANY artists and visual content creators out there, and their work absolutely deserves to be seen and shared. I’m a huge proponent of practicing what you preach, and I think you can see from both of my blogs that I deeply love, support, and share art and artists of all stripes! Nothing I’m about to say here should take away from that.

But. I have a but. 

BUT. But. You should also be aware that because Tumblr is primarily so visually-focused, writers and poets and anyone else who creates mostly text-based content here are already at a disadvantage. It’s not a competition; I’m just saying that from my own experience and the experience of many other writers I’ve talked to (some of whom straddle the line as both writers AND artists), it’s much less likely for text-based creations to get likes and reblogs. It is much harder to draw attention to your work and gain readership if you don’t already have hundreds of followers, if you don’t have some kind of image attached to your writing; it can still be quite difficult even when you do. There are exceptions to these rules, to be sure, but it’s true. So don’t forget to hand out love and reblogs to your local writers just as much as you do for your artists!

And yes, the disconnect does make sense; engaging with text-based works often does require more of a commitment, more time, more attention span. Much of the time, so does creating them. Just like many other people, I also get on tumblr if I want to waste time or distract myself from other things, and I can understand if people don’t want to dive too deeply into a story that takes them offsite, or an into essay that requires focus. I get it! Shorter writing pieces get reblogged more often than longer ones for that reason, I imagine. 

But as a writer, and of a friend of many, many writers who care deeply about their ideas and their craft, I can attest to the fact of how demoralizing it can feel when something you’ve worked on for weeks or months or years barely moves outside of you or your friends circle because people might be liking it, but they’re not reblogging it; they tell you they loved it, but the post dies a slow, sad death exactly where you left it. As the original post discusses, liking written content is lovely, but it doesn’t create spread or engagement. Reblogging does. 

Treat your blog like an archive of things you might want to read later! Leave a little trail of delicious poems or fanfic treats that you think your mutuals might enjoy! Boost a post because your friend is awesome and you know they’re insecure about their work! Boost a post because their brain is huge and you want everyone else to know what incredible ideas they have! Because their poetry makes you weep with joy! Share things even if they are not your cup of tea personally, simply because there are so many people out here creating content for the enjoyment of others as well as themselves, and it will be the right cup of tea for someone else!

TL;DR Support your writers by reblogging them too!!!

[writing-noah]

The amount of jumpscares I've been getting with the fucking moray eels while diving in AC4...

I want then dead.

I want them gone.

I want them EXTINCT.

[ramshackledtrickster]

I'm playing Black Flag do maybe James Kidd or Edward?

This is so bad I’m sorry

[kiatheinsomniac]