#Nocturne Female

[painted-pebbles]

I have my girl Spectra up for sale on the AH for 50000T if anyone would like to take her! Trying to make room in my limited lair T u T

@fr-boosts

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3656 - Royina/Royce

Mated On: 2024-07-28 # of eggs: 3 Hatched On: 2024-08-02

Progeny:

Hatchling 9730 (Starwings) - Imperial XXY Male, Pistachio Tide/Pistachio Foam/Sunshine Soap, Uncommon - 15,000 on 2024-08-03

Hatchling 9731 (Lunare) - Nocturne XXY Female, Pistachio Tide/Pistachio Foam/Spruce Opal, Common - 15 gems on 2024-08-08

Hatchling 9732 - Imperial XXY Female, Pistachio Tide/Pistachio Foam/Goldenrod Soap, Common - 15 gems on 2024-08-03

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[leahgardner-art]

The study on the left inspired the color story of the piece on the right

[yamamai]

Drew Alucard again

[ben-talks-art]

Netflix Animated Female Leads

Kinda late, but happy International Women's Day! 🥳

[flaresemily]

Can you please write a yandere Alucard x immortal reader where he continues to emotionally blackmail her into staying with him.

Alucard x Immortal Reader : Manipulation

It all happened after the twins incident. That's where he stumbles across you. You are an immortal, as immortal you are, you can still get hurt and die.

He saved your life after seeing you badly injured. He treats you, feeds you and so on. Even if you need help when you bath. He will help you until you heal.

"thank you for saving me mister"

"my name is alucard and you are?"

"my name is y/n nice to meet you"

Y/n. The names that make his heart beats.

As the days go by, you are starting to regain your strength.

"mister alucard I'm going now mister"

His eyes widen. "Why don't you stay here? I don't mind" you think for awhile and nod.

Right after the battle with Death. Everyone lives happily ever after. He's been manipulating you into thinking he's lonely.

"y/n please stay" or "don't you love me anymore" or "you do know you haven't repay my gratitude" and so on.

You feel guilty when he said that, so you stay with him. "A-alucard? Doesn't this seem wrong?" You were laying beside him as he hugged you from behind.

"I don't see anything wrong?" He kissed your forehead. "Okay..."

300 years later

Laughter can be heard from a Maria house.

"I still don't understand...how can you pull such a hottie?" Ask Richter.

"she's more than that... she's m��̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠i̵̢͚̩̞̥̐̈͘��̡͕̜̻̫̩͜️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ ."

"what did you just say?" Richter didn't heard clearly the last words.

"nothing my dear let's go takes the twins with you"

"oh okay! Drac! Lisa! Let's go!" Yes he name the twin after his own parents. The boy name is Drac while the girl name is Lisa believe it or not he literally smile in victory.

He manipulates you into thinking that you need and have to marry him to repay his kindness.

No one knows how you fall for it and he will make sure that you will never EVER escape from him.

The end~

[marmaruuu]

Annette 💛✨

[huariqueje]

The Return - Cristóbal Toral , 2005.

Spanish, b. 1940 -

Oil on canvas , 15 x 19 in. 38.1 x 48.3 cm.

[pinkmirth]

I want to dom richter so badly 🥺 just imagine how cute he'd look, gorgeous baby blue eyes blown wide with lust and gazing up at you dazedly while a pretty pink blush dusts his cheeks as you ride him. His face, lips, neck, and chest completely covered in kiss marks in your favorite shade of lipstick. All the while, his wrists are snugly tied together with his white headband giving you full rein to his pleasure.

⸻ 𝒮𝒰𝒞𝒞𝒰ℳℬ!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ oh nonnie, how i love your gorgeous mind! subby richie is now everything to me. and using the headband?! oh my fucking god . . . now that’s just icing on the cake >.< m’gonna faint and i need richter to catch me. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts! now, please enjoy this teensy tiny drabble for my favorite belmont boy ❤︎

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ ( 1k+ words of . . . ) richter belmont x fem!reader (black coded), dom!reader, sub!richter, cowgirl position, bondage (via headband ooh!), edging, use of petnames (e.g. love, baby, rich, etc.) reader tells rich to ‘shut up,’ explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

richter finds himself quite stuck.

the purest shade of angel-white is what binds him, in the form of a thin strip of ribbon-like fabric. you’d slipped his headband clean off, smiling naughtily as you did so, and created makeshift ‘cuffs’ out of the cloth. it’s drawn together securely around his wrists like a tidy little bow, keeping him right where he ought to be— underneath you. 

your lover looks so good this way, so pliant; laid to the mattress, basking in the way you ride him. those glittering eyes of his, a bright ocean blue, have a thick wave of lust clouded over them. his cheeks are blooming the prettiest shade of blush-pink, and it runs across the bridge of his nose to tint the ends of his ears. richter’s chocolate brown hair has gone completely astray, even more so when you thread your fingers through the curls to pull, tug, yank. the best part of all, he's got his plush lips open wide with the pleading call of your name falling past it. 

you’re sat atop richter’s spent body, thighs enclosing him on either side. then, your hips begin to swivel; back, forth, back, and forth all over again. your ass, fleshy and round, jiggles with every movement after another, clapping down on the swell of his balls. you shift in the slightest, and he shudders. oh, do you love the thrill of utter control. it’s fun, watching him crumble and whine whenever you go a little faster. that’s what you do best, after all— driving him absolutely mad. 

richter isn’t the type to surrender. but for you, he gives it all up; just lies back and allows you to do as you wish. he likes having you above him. he likes your hungry stare and purposeful touches. he likes that for once, he’s allowed to be delicate and helpless. 

“you’re so sensitive tonight,” you coo, sounding airy but assured. as for richter, he grows restless beneath you. full of fervor and no pace, his hips desperately buck upwards, driving his cock deeper into your contracting walls. the man grinds, and he whimpers, eyes pricked with watery tears unfallen. you peer down at him, fingers drifting low to swipe at your clit, “you must really want to cum, hm?” 

he’s quick to nod, fluffy hair swaying with the motion. “please,” he, a belmont, begs. “if i can’t touch you, at least let me—”

“i’ll allow you to when i see it fit, not when you ask me to.” you dive down to his level, with your hand coming to grasp at his jaw. he feels the soft, familiar warmth of your breasts cushioning against his chest, your peaked nipples grazing his own in a way that pries a light moan from him.

you like this proximity; being close enough to press your lips, smoothly coated with waxy lipstick, upon the warm canvas of his skin. and so you do— one at the height of his rosy cheek, another against the pulse of his bobbing throat, and two more planted near his trembling pelvis. your favorite shade is what he’s now scattered in. richer’s a prettily painted picture. your masterpiece. 

“now shut up and be patient,” you smear the lipstick-print on his cheek with the drag of your thumb against it. he takes the digit into his mouth, wraps his tongue around it before you pop loose of his wet lips, “you can do that, i bet.” 

“yes, yes, i can,” a hasty reply he gives you, voice coated in desperation. it’s only when you top richter that he complies so well. and with that, you sit yourself up, planting your hands on his chest for leverage. you’re back to working him, angling the drop of your body to make his smooth cockhead collide with your spot. 

“ngh, f—fuck,” so many profanities spill from him that you’re sure he can hardly control it anymore. his mouth parts at how nicely your cunt sucks him in, and he can’t even bring himself to tear his eyes away from you sliding down the length of him, leaving creamy rings of arousal gathering at the base of him. 

“watch your mouth. you promised to be a good boy, did you not?” you give a sly warning. he’d listen, but the sway of your breasts with every bounce is too entrancing. if only he could just squeeze them, bite and lick and do anything that’d pull beautiful noise from you; flip you on your side, pound into you just the way you like and actually be fucking useful, but he can’t even manage to touch you in a position such as this . . . how cruel. 

from where his hands are tied against one another, he digs his fingernails into the supple flesh of his palm. “please, don’t fucking stop! oh, god— keep going, keep going,” with intrigue, you watch him stumble over his very own words. had his hands been free, he would be using them to slam you down harder. 

he’s throbbing now; rapid pulses at the underside of him, a sure sign of his nearing orgasm. “you’re close, rich. i can feel it,” is your sweet whisper, feathery against his ear. you’ve decided to give in. “go ahead. cum for me, love.” he does, without question. then comes a round of thick spurts, warm and pearly, tainting your womb once richter finally comes. 

his eyes seal shut, and it feels like his groans are reverberating through you. a little more is what you need, just that last bit of stimulation to push you over the edge. so again, you’re fucking yourself down on his twitching cock, getting off on the mess you’ve made out of him; spit-stricken lips and ceaseless moans. he’s a pretty little wreck of your very own doing. 

it’s the friction of his pelvis to your needy clit that finally satiates you. with a shameless cry, you spasm around him, reveling in the fullness before slowly lifting yourself off. thighs aching and body worn, you melt into richter, face pressed to his heaving chest. 

“i love this thing,” you pull the cloth loose and free richter of its confines, softly smooching his wrists, “keep it forever.”

“and why’s that?” he breathes out, touching where you just kissed him at his arm’s pulse. the headband’s constraint faintly lingers there.

“because it’s the only thing that makes you behave . . . you’re pretty when you behave.” he says nothing, silent with flattery. instead, richter gives the wordless response of his hands coming to fondle you from either side of your hips. he’s been deprived of your embrace for far too long. 

it’s quiet now, and the power play’s been set aside. he’s curling himself into your soft body, arms draped over your waist with his face nestled between your tits, and the white fabric’s been strewn over to the edge of the bed. all is still, though your hearts beat wildly together.

one day, he might dare to admit just how much he enjoys being used for the sake of your pleasure.

©𝑃ℐ𝒩𝒦ℳℐℛ𝒯ℋ! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ౨ৎ

[illusivesoulgaming]

"A daughter? How delicious"

[superdraconic]

thank you castlevania crew for another fantastic season!!! six seasons and a movie?!

#1 arts of 25 in '25

[painted-pebbles]

First hatch for NotN! Gonna gene her up real good :)

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3584 - Maple/Oak

Mated On: 2024-05-17 # of eggs: 4 Hatched On: 2024-05-22

Progeny:

Hatchling 9525 (Agate) - Imperial XYX Male, Ginger Tapir/Peridot Bee/Ginger Spines, Common - 15,000 on 2024-06-10

Hatchling 9526 (Cybele) - Imperial Female, Hickory Tapir/Chartreuse Bee/Sable Spines, Common - 15 gems on 2024-05-26

Hatchling 9527 (Ijada) - Nocturne Female, Tarnish Tapir/Mantis Butterfuly/Soil Spines, Common - 15,000 on 2024-08-03

Hatchling 9528 - Imperial XYX Female, Ginger Tapir/Mantis Butterfly/Ginger Spines, Dark - 15 gems on 2024-06-28

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[ravensuperr]

Gotham Baby Switch Mystery part 7

After a heavy pause, Serenity made her decision. “The Box Ghost and I will enter the portal. We need to know what’s on the other side and report back to Clockwork and the council.”

Undergrowth bristled. “That’s dangerous! If this really is connected to the prophecy, we can’t risk you falling into the wrong hands.”

The Box Ghost quickly jumped into the conversation. “The girl is probably already at the hospital by now. I heard her friends saying she needed to go, so there’s no one left on the other side. It should be safe for Serenity and me to go through the portal.”

Nocturne nodded. “Very well, but be quick. If our fears are correct, the implications could be catastrophic.”

Without further hesitation, Serenity and the Box Ghost entered the portal, stepping into the unknown.

Inside the Portal

They emerged into a dimly lit lab, the air thick with the scent of ozone and burnt metal. Machines hummed faintly, some sparking with damaged wiring. Broken glass and scattered blueprints littered the floor.

Serenity moved cautiously, scanning her surroundings. Among the debris, she found blueprints detailing the construction of a portal to the Ghost Zone. Her stomach sank. “This… this confirms it. The prophecy is unfolding.”

Meanwhile, the Box Ghost wandered into the rest of the house before returning to the lab. “It’s a family home,” he reported. “The parents are scientists. They have two daughters.”

Serenity clenched her fists, glancing at the blueprints. “This wasn’t just an accident… Wait—” Her magenta eyes widened. “The switch to turn on the machine was BUILT INSIDE the portal?!”

She trailed off, her mind racing with the implications.

If Lady Tsunade, the Ghost of Medicine, had clearance to study human medical advancements, perhaps she could help.

“Let’s explore the area,” Serenity decided. “If this portal caused disruptions, we need to know the extent of the damage—and see if this family has any government connections.”

In the Living World

Turning intangible, the two ghosts drifted through town. They saw people in a state of confusion—lights flickering, phone lines down, and some reporting injuries.

Serenity was tempted to intervene but reminded herself of their mission.

As they neared the hospital, she shifted into her human disguise. “I’ll see if I can get information about the injured girl. The hospital might have updates,” she said. “She may play an important role in our prophecy.”

But before she could enter, a glowing note appeared before her.

It was from Clockwork.

“Return to the Infinite Realms immediately. An emergency meeting has been called. You and the Box Ghost are required.”

Serenity sighed in frustration. “We’ll have to go back.”

The Box Ghost hesitated. “How, exactly?”

Serenity shrugged. “The same way we came in—through the portal in the basement. Let’s go.”

But just as they turned, the Box Ghost suddenly stopped, his expression unusually serious.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His voice was slow and deliberate.

Serenity turned to him, confused. “What do you mean?”

The Box Ghost hesitated before continuing. “Because I saw that girl… She was dying—or maybe already dead—inside the machine when it opened the gate to our home. You confirmed earlier that the on-switch was inside the portal, didn’t you?”

Serenity’s breath hitched. “Yes.”

The Box Ghost frowned. “Then… wouldn’t that mean we just defiled her grave?”

Serenity’s magenta eyes widened in shock. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her.

But the Box Ghost wasn’t done. “And didn’t you say there’s a chance she might become something different? If she does… doesn’t that mean we made a grave mistake by stepping into this mess?”

Serenity stood frozen, the weight of his words sinking in. “You’re right,” she admitted quietly. “If she’s changed—if her spirit lingers—then we’ve made things worse by walking on sacred ground.”

Shame crept into her voice.

Taking a deep breath, Serenity summoned her enchanted fans. “We can’t use the same portal. I’ll open one myself.”

With a fluid motion, she sliced open a glowing rift, its edges shimmering with rainbow light.

The Box Ghost gave her a solemn nod. “Good call.”

Back in the Infinite Realms

The two ghosts emerged, greeted by their waiting companions.

Nocturne was the first to speak. “Clockwork has called an emergency meeting. Everyone involved in this disturbance—across both realms—will be there.”

Serenity nodded grimly. “We found a portal to the living world. The scientists who built it are civilians, but their actions may have unleashed something far greater than they realize.”

Undergrowth’s vines twitched uneasily. “If this involves the prophecy… the balance of the realms may already be at stake.”

Without another word, the group set off, their minds heavy with the weight of what was to come.

At the Sarcophagus

Upon arrival, the group saw that the traps and security measures were still intact. The Fright Knight’s sword remained trapped inside a pumpkin. The sarcophagus had not been disturbed. The key and its guardian were still in place.

Vortex inspected the area carefully. “Everything looks normal. All protective measures are active. If the disturbance isn’t coming from Pariah Dark… then where is it coming from?”

A member of Frostbite’s tribe checked his readings. “The sarcophagus is still sealed. No one has entered this place.”

His gaze shifted toward Eris, who had been unusually quiet.

“Eris, you’ve been silent this entire time. Is something wrong?”

Eris, startled, met his gaze. “I was just… remembering bad times,” she admitted softly. “And I’m worried about the second group—Serenity, Nocturne, Undergrowth. I fear they might have already found the cause of the disturbance.”

Vortex frowned. “Are you saying this might be more than we anticipated?”

Eris exhaled, her mind racing. “I don’t want to say I fear it, but I think the Infinite Realms is on the verge of a major shift. I just… don’t know what direction it will take.”

Vortex’s eyes narrowed. “Eris.” His tone was both curious and accusatory. “Did you have something to do with this?”

Before she could respond, a glowing message appeared before them.

It was from Clockwork.

“Return at once. A full council meeting has been called.”

The Frostbite warrior furrowed his brow. “Isn’t the council meeting only for the Ancients?”

Vortex shook his head. “No. This isn’t just about ghosts and the never-born. This summons every deity, every demon, every god from all realms. Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. This is beyond the Infinite Realms now.”

As they turned to leave, Eris clenched her fists.

She had interfered with events the council had already agreed upon. She had warned them about missing artifacts, but the Ancients dismissed them as unimportant.

She had taken matters into her own hands.

And she wasn’t about to apologize for it.

[ben-talks-art]

Just let women be evil 😈

Been seeing some discussion around how the Netflix Avatar made some changes to Azula and tried to paint her in a less evil light and more as some poor child that got manipulated by her dad to be the monster she would eventually become.

And that's... Honestly a little lame imo.

Azula being a heartless monster was one of the many cool things about her, but now it feels like we're giving credit to her dad instead.

Like, she was the golden child, but she wasn't daddy's little submissive pet. A lot of what she did, she did it not because "she wanted to please daddy" but because she's just a little sh*t. Heck, she even manipulates her own father at one point, making him think Zuko killed the Avatar so she wouldn't get any blame when it was revealed he was still alive.

Ozai was the final boss, but Azula is basically the face of the show when it comes to villains. She was the bane of everyone's existence.

Having nuance and layers is nice, but sometimes I just want a lady who just loves being evil for the pettiest of reasons like wanting power, being salty for not getting what she wanted, or just because it's in her sadistic nature.

And, yeah, we have cases like Demona who you could argue is a victim of the circumstances she's in, or, again, Azula, who was practically raised to be evil, but you can't deny they clearly enjoy being bad and doing bad things to others.

Let women just be evil, and let them own their evilness.

[flaresemily]

Hello hope your having a good day! I have an angst idea for richter from castlevania nocturne. I was thinking of Richter and the reading being friends when they where younger and after his mom’s death, going to France they lost touch.

Eventually richter finds out that reader had been turned into a night creature (he realized from maybe something still on them jewelry, birthmark), how would that go?

I wanted to leave it open since a few ppl don’t like detailed requests sometimes 😅 if you do get around to this thank you!

It's okay if it's with me you can just make it as detailed as you can because this is to prevent me from being confused on what you are requesting. Idk if it's a good angst or not

Richter x Female Reader : Night Creatures.

"Richter!! Behind you!" Maria shouts at Richter seeing one of the night creatures trying to stab him from behind but fails.

"This thing keeps coming nonstop!" Richter replies as he kills one of them. "I feel like someone is controlling them but who?" Annette said as she protected Maria backs.

"weird...feels like we're missing a piece here" He mumbled to himself.

"If all 3 of you would look ahead. That's probably the master" said Alucard while glaring at the dark corners of the night street.

"get ready! It's about to strike!" They all get to their fighting stance. As the creature launched itself to them long claws were sheathed from behind the hood.

Cling!

"AGH!!!"

"Richter!!" As the creature attacks him with its long claw Alucard manages to launch some attack by cutting the left hand of the creature.

The creature growls before Maria summons her birds and attack it making the hood falls off.

It is revealed to be a female night creature. Long hair,sharp teeth,6 eyes. As if the creature stares at their souls.

"weirdly enough she maintains some of her...human face" Alucard comments on her appearance.

She growled at them before launching herself at them.

"Take cover!!!" As Annette shouted. Richter's world seems to be slow as the creature attacks him first.

Luckily Alucard managed to save him. "What were you thinking! Standing there like a prey!" He scolded him.

Richter was still in shock not by the creature attacks but with the creature's appearance.

"Richter are you alright?" Maria asked him.

"I...I..." As he looks down he remembers a promise he make

Flashbacks (yes flashbacks)

"promise me you come and protect me when I need help" a young girl probably 3 years old asked a young boy.

"I promise!" As they linked their pinky finger they laughed at each other's behavior.

Flashbacks end

I...I kno---" the creature screams again before attacking them.

"ugh it won't stop attacking...even when we are already blind it's eyes!"

Richter only remains silent. He slowly walks to the night creatures. "What are you doing!" Whisper Annette in case the creature hears her.

"just take cover...tell the others I handled her"

Annette just looks at him weirdly and runs to the others. As they all hide behind a ruin wall they watch Richter getting closer to the creature.

"hey beautiful..." The creature turns around and lets out a scream. "I was too late aren't I?" He let out a sad chuckle.

"... it's always like this, always late to save you even now I'm such a useless friend"

As the other 3 listened to his speech, they were starting to understand what was going on.

"do you know I actually got beat up by a female?" As he said, the creature attacks him again. He uses his whip and binds her leg together. Then he uses his power to freeze her leg after binding them.

The creature snarls at him.

"I'm sorry please... please forgive me" he used his power to freeze her whole body leaving only the head.

She growls and snarls at him. As if warning him.

"hey hey look it's me? Richie the 'wannabe hero' remember?" The creature seems to calm down.

"I am Alucard! And I'm gonna kill you!" As Richter said it in a playful tone. The creature seems to recognize it as its blinded eyes widen.

(the others feel cringe at that especially Alucard he looks like he got betrayed.)

As Richter cupped the creature's face. He brings the creature's forehead down and kisses her forehead. The creature truly calms down this time. It cries at the feeling.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry it's all my fault isn't it...I failed once again." He cried out. The creature screams once again trying to escape his grasp.

"please! Please!! I'm begging you! Stop I'm sorry! It's my fault! It's my fault!" As the final stroke the creature breaks out from the ice and slams Richter to the wall.

Alucard sensing this quickly attack the creature.

"YOᑌ lie!! ᎽϴႮ ˡᶦᵉ!" The creature cried out in pain.

"ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅtׁׅ 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 ｉｔ ｂｕｒｎ!! 𝘼𝙜𝙝!!! ՆɿคՐ სiმჁ!!"

Richter try to reach out for her but was stop by Annette.

"you have to let her go she's suffering."

"I can't..." He sob. "I need to keep my promise and yet I failed once again! Why! Why!" He punches the floor in anger.

"I was always late to save her. And yet she was always on time to save me. Why am I so useless!" He cry. Tears flowing nonstop.

"𝑺𝒂... ᵥₑ.... ₘₑ" Richter eye widen.

"It's now or never Richter!! You need to save her!! She's hurting! She's suffering! Keeping her alive just makes her suffer more!"

He screams in anger and runs to the creature. He uses his power shaping them like a dagger and slams it to the creature chest 5 times. The creature chokes on its own blood and falls backwards.

Richter walks to the creature still crying and cradles it. He screams and screams and screams till he loses his voice.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry y/n." He sob.

"ₘₒ... ᵣₒₙ" he heard the creature mumble and smile. "Yeah...I'm a moron"

As the creature chest stops moving it indicates that the creature finally meets its end.

"someday...I promise I save you just in time"

He carries the creature and buried it near the lake.

"who is she actually and how did you recognize her?" Maria asks watching Richter bury the corpse.

"...her leg" he smile. "Her leg?"

"she has a burn mark on her left leg. She got it from a fire that happened when we were little. It was still there" he answered.

"now...she probably wishes for me to continue living so... who's gonna cook tonight?"

Slap!

"as if!! We already cooked yesterday it's your turn!" Annette say and walk away with Maria.

"Do you agree with them?" Alucard side eye him and smirks. "Guess you will be cooking alone tonight Belmont boy" he chuckled and followed the other two.

"hey! It's not fair?!"

The end~