Noctavya's Geisha Chamber

[Electric City]

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Thanks for having watched them! In January we will do more productions!

[Noctavya]

Mei Ling at The Hands of The Japanese, and illustration for my Mei Ling the Spider of Shanghai stories

[Noctavya]

Three nights from now, beneath the rotting warehouses of Dublin’s north docks, Ah San will kneel.

The Irish gangs have her: the Chinese vigilante who carved her name in blood across their territory. They dragged her, half-conscious, from the alley, dragon jacket shredded, gold threads dulled by rain and red. She never screamed. Not once.

They’ve given her seventy-two hours. After that, the cellar door beneath O’Malley’s pub opens for the last time. Silk cords, rusted chains, and a single lantern are all that wait. Word is she still stares straight ahead, lips sealed, even when the knives come out to play.

Very few will be allowed to watch the moment the dragon’s fire finally gutters.

No names. Cash in the red envelope under the stone lion at St. Audoen’s steps before dawn tomorrow.

If you want to see Ah San break, or refuse to, secure your place now.

The river keeps its own counsel, and tickets disappear like breath in winter air.

[jny008]

Amazing art ! Thank you !

[Noctavya]

Time for your royal bath princess!

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Still not talking?

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[Noctavya]

Yue-Ling, eighth-generation sovereign of the Moon Maiden Clan, kneels broken in the Sky Cliff Dungeon, silver hair shorn, moon-white robes torn to rags. Once feared across the jianghu for her peerless “Nine Maiden Heaven Moves,” she is now the coalition’s prize. Six grandmasters—self-proclaimed champions of justice—sealed her meridians with Ice Needles of the North, force bitter Nine-Turn Weakening Pills down her throat every dawn, and chain her beneath frost that never melts.



Each day they demand one stanza of the forbidden manual, carving the words from her tongue with spirit-whips that burn the soul. Blood drips onto ancient silk as she recites, voice hoarse yet defiant, knowing every syllable they steal brings them closer to the heaven-defying power that only a maiden’s pure yin may wield. They smile behind righteous masks, already tasting immortality.

Yet even as her qi ebbs, the moon still rises. And the Nine Maidens have never abandoned their mistress.

[Noctavya]

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