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I've been in a lizard/dinosaur mood for some reason... I turned the peacock boys into iguanas... Tehe!
I imagine they have similar personalities to the original trio, but they are a little more chill... kinda. They have a slower metabolism, but can be a "little" more active around y/n.
Sun is a sassy bastard. he's prized for his golden dorsal spines, as they can be cut off without harm (note: I don't think that is actually true for real iguanas, but whatever) His favorite fruit is banana.
Moon is still a gremlin, and is most likely to become aggressive for no reason. Like his brother, he is prized for his silver spines. His favorite fruit is starfruit.
Eclipse is more mature and mellow. But that doesn't stop him from being a menace. Like the other two, he is prized for his bronze spines. However, sometimes, one or two will grow metallic red with pink edges. His favorite fruit is coconut.
The three can not only climb well and run fast, they are really good at swimming. Meaning y/n has nowhere to hide. The boys have been reported to be a little spicy when they have y/n cornered. Relentlessly flirting and showing off their dewlaps (the fleshy flag some lizards have on their throats to show off to mates, effectively being a "peacock tail" for lizards. *Wink wink*)
#dca au#au of an au#reptilian sun#reptilian moon#reptilian eclipse#zookeeper/ bartender y/n#wine and scales au#digital art
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Errors, âErrors,â and Sci Fi
@strawberry-crocodile
tvtropes calls stuff like the wolf example "science matches on" which I think is a pretty fair shake
This.  This is whatâs got me thinking so much about errors.  Thereâs a certain danger, here.  A certain way that this particular effect â delicious dramatic irony â tempts the mind when reading old stories, even true ones.
What do you know about R.M.S. Titanic? I ask my class every year, and the first hand rises. Â âIt was unsinkable,â the student inevitably says, and everyone is nodding, âor so they thought.â Â I write the word UNSINKABLE on the board, underneath my crude drawing of a ship with four smokestacks. Â It will be crossed out before the end of the hour, but not for the reason they expect.
âI find no evidence,â Walter Lord, preeminent biographer of the shipâs survivors, wrote, âthat Titanic was ever advertised as unsinkable. This detail seems to have entered the collective mind so as to create a more perfect irony.â Â Indeed, historiansâ examinations of White Star Line documents show the shipbuilders themselves worried it would be so large as to risk collision; they stocked several more lifeboats than 1910s regulations required.
The War to End All Wars (deep breath, satisfied exhale), also known as World War ONE. Chuckle. Shake of the head. What if I told you that this phrase, used primarily in American newspapers after the fact, wasnât meant to be literal? Nowadays weâd say The Mother of All Wars, or One Hell of a Fucking War, but we wouldnât mean literal motherhood, literal intercourse.  What if I said the armistice and the Lost Generation and the Roaring 20s were all braced for another outbreak of European conflict, and yet we still failed to prevent it?
Did you know they were so confident in the safety of the S.S. Challenger that they put a civilian schoolteacher onboard? I do, because Iâve heard that one repeated many times. Â Only, see, itâs got the cause and effect reversed. Â Challenger launched on a day the shuttleâs engineers knew to be dangerously cold, because the first civilian in space was on board. And NASA knew its shuttle project would be cancelled entirely, if they couldnât get that civilianâs much-delayed entry into space in the next two weeks. Â So they launched on a cold day, and killed her instead.
These are all what cognitive science calls Hindsight Bias on the personal level, what sociology calls Presentism on the cultural level. Â Social psychologyâs a little of both, is primarily interested in why youâre sitting on your couch in a Colonize Mars shirt watching PBS and chuckling at the fools who believed in El Dorado. Â It wants to know why the mind flees straight from âmarijuana will kill youâ to âmarijuana will cure cancerâ without so much as a pause on the middle ground of its real benefits and drawbacks, its real (mild) risks and rewards.
And they can paralyze the sci-fi writer, if you think too much about them. Jetsons is futurist one decade, retro the next.  âThere are no bathrooms on the Enterprise,â the creators of Serenity say smugly, as if Gene Roddenberry shouldâve simply known that decades later itâd be acceptable to show a man peeing in full view of the camera, nothing but the curve of the actorâs hand to protect his modesty.  âNo sound in space,â the Fandom Menace says, âNo explosions in space,â and âA space station canât collapse in zero-G.â  Only then NASA burns a paper napkin outside of atmosphere, transmits music using only the ghost of nearby planetsâ gravities, and logs onto Reddit long enough to point out the Death Star would implode in its own gravity field.  And now weâre the ones pointing, the ones laughing, at those earlier point-and-laughers. Self-satisfied, smug in superiority. As if we did the work to find out ourselves, instead of just happening to be born a little later than George Lucas.
#errors#continuity#sci fi#presentism#star wars#titanic#world war i#science marches on#history#started a new post because i got waaaaaay off topic here#if you think the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park (1993) should've had feathers#you're a lot more ignorant about paleontology than the people you're trying to criticize#science was not handed down to us in its perfect complete form circa 1943#stop for a second before you call out someone else's reptilian denonychus#someone else's oxygenated moon#and ask: am i better read#or am i just more recently born?
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Track of the Moon Beast | 1976
#Track of the Moon Beast#Rick Baker#Richard Ashe#mst3k#Chase Cordell#hammersmith horror#monster suit#monster movie#horror#transformation#reptilian#monster makeup#practical effects#lizard man#face reveal#stop motion
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Hello! Can I request a moodboard with the Luchino skin horrendous? (using the essence poster portrait like the image you used for the toni x luchi one?) With themes of forests, beware of the wolf/big bad wolf in purple? or alternatively in black and white?
âź Moodboard themed after Luchino's Horrendous with forests and wolves, as requested đşđ
#idv#identity v#idv evil reptilian#luchino diruse#purple#black#woods#wolves#moon#moodboard#request#anon
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#artificial intelligence#midjourney#ai art#futurism#scifi#sci fi art#cigar shaped craft#ufo#cigar shaped ufo#white house#reptilian#retrofuturism#the matrix#cyberspace#japanese#cyborg#japanese imperialism#the moon#moon#moon base
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#pauldron#under a reptilian moon#ambient#dark ambient#dungeon synth#fantasy synth#snes#rpg#Norway#Bandcamp
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I call this one : âthe great lizard danceâ
#aliceâs adventures in wonderland#doodles#they drop david icke like crazy like damn chill out ur kind of spoiling it for urself#canât rly be afraid of him bc u hate him if u also hate me for no reason#super funny#doesnât make sense!#somethin isnât addin up!#hehehe#here is my opinion on david icke : ahead of his time and illuminated#however I believe his constant sense of fear leads him astray with the basics#ie. i do not think the moon is hollowed out#and I wouldnât portray them as other dimensional it makes them seem like gods#which they are not#the gods made them that way for a reason#omg which btw saw a comment today describing satan described as reptilian in genesis#LOL#like nooo my friend david . they donât have superpowers#god put a big sign on em saying âWUHOHâ#so silly#I understand why he thinks that tho#hard to piece things out when ur scared#wonder why we all feel so scared#so weird#just bizarre#anywho my lovely lizard men : I think you can de skinwalker yourselves if you rly put ur heart into it#or donât#if u like the lizard suit u can enjoy the lizard suit idk#*bigshrug*
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Moon Intelligence in USA (2024 Election Reflections)
I am slow at the earthly layer because I am dialed into other layers, and I think I am beginning to understand a remarkable (to me anyway) feature of USAâs three Pluto returns: Moon was each returnâs rising planet. Reflecting on this weekâs USA election, I think its result is a manifestation of Moon as rising planet, so this may be a harbinger of how USA interacts during the next 248 years (theâŚ
#Brain#Climate change#Disparity#Disruption#Election#Environment#Moon#Pluto#Politics#Reflection#Refugee#Reptilian#Rising planet#USA#Wealth
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Do the iguanas/lizard boys pancake when comfortable/relaxing in a the sun or under some sort of heat lamp thing?
Iâm just wondering as Iâve seen iguanas lay down and flatten slightly when under heat lamps or in the sun
The short answer is yes.
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Throughout the history of civilization millions have starved to death while a few hold the power and complete disregard for human calamities.For whom do they display and some of them still do sucking the blood and revenues from their citizens their golden crowns but only for themselves . Stealing and pillaging ,killing and hoarding their enemies gold ,silver,precious stones,to adorn themselves Kings and Queens!While forcing their farmers to pay taxes and tributes to them. Well, folks ,the feudalistic ways are still hard at work, disguised as democracies but behind closed doors a different game is in place.A dark and macabre game that pulls the strings by our underground landlords the reptilian race that has infiltrated every government and their Machiavellian agencies ,well it is no science fiction my friends, those that serve as cover for them are no longer humans but shapeshifters. I know ,you have heard it all before but millions of you refuse to believe it.Well, the systems of control are collapsing as I write this an it is nothing but a well constructed scheme to bring about the complete submission of the hybrid human race.Because we have become to unruly and a present menace to their installed powers globally.In the past history thereâs been many revolts from us ,but they have managed to kill millions and won many battles.This time we are already on the way to World War 3 and this is how they from behind the scenes are repeating the same pattern,but this time it will be different because they will go down as well,then peace will indeed follow. Words bySergio GuymanProust.
~ Red and Gold ~
#crowns#royalty#words by sergio guymanproust#kings#gold#red gold#credit to the blogger&photographer.#The fight for our human salvation is being battle here not in heaven#it is us against reptilians#human clones#cyborgs#robots#artificial intelligence#and extraterrestrial races on the way here now#Some already behind the moon and mars
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How are they with their pregnant partner? Neuvillette
Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/companion is ecstatic. But how will he take care of you during pregnancy?
Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader, NSFW.
Bonus NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.
Warning: May contain story spoilers for some characters.
Characters: Neuvillette.
Note: This chapter contains Fontaine story spoilers. I advise you to finish Archon's quest before starting to read.
Ps: Sorry for my long absence, I've had a lot of health problems since the start of the 2023 school year...
Part 1 Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe.
Part 2 Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Thomas.
Part 3 Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham.
Part 4 Cyno, Ayato.
Part 5 Tighnari.
Part 6 Capitano, Kaveh + Bonus
Part 7 Itto, Heizou, Lyney.
1. The moon was lighting up the night sky when you reached the door of Neuvillette's office. Silently, you gazed at him from the doorway, waiting patiently for him to take his eyes off his work and meet yours. Knowing that he had already noted your presence, his dragon senses being far more acute than those of mortals, you found a particular charm in watching him devote himself in earnest to the last files of the day.
"It's getting late, my love. "
At these words, Neuvillette raised his reptilian-glinted eyes to you, a tender, affectionate smile lighting up his face.
"You should have waited for me at home. I get worried when you walk alone at this hour."
Dropping his pen, he stood up and walked over to join you. Arriving at your height, he leaned over to place a soft kiss on your lips.
"I know, but... there was something very important I had to tell you. And as lately you've tended to neglect your wife for your work..."
Your words floated through the air, laden with gentle rebuke and nervous anticipation. As you spoke, Neuvillette, with obvious tenderness, gently pushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear, his gesture emphasizing the closeness and deep affection he felt for you. His attention was entirely focused on you, as if he were trying to read in your eyes the importance of what you had to reveal to him.
With a gentle gesture, you took Neuvillette's hand, guiding his palm until it lay flat on your stomach. A silence fell, heavy with anticipation, as Neuvillette watched your gesture, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. Then, slowly, a flash of understanding lit up his gaze. He sensed, through the touch of his hand, the subtle but undeniable aura of a new life beginning to form within you, the existence of a little being yet to be born. A dragon.
Your husband's heart raced as he finally realized what was growing inside you. Neuvillette, usually in control, was overcome by a wave of emotions: surprise, happiness, a touch of anxiety in the face of the unknown, but above all, a deep and unconditional love for you and for this new life you were carrying.
Without a word, his other hand joined the first, as if gently but firmly enveloping the precious treasure you now shared. His gaze, filled with infinite tenderness, lifted to yours.
In this moment of shared intimacy, words seemed superfluous, replaced by tender caresses and kisses, heralding the start of a new chapter in your lives together.
2. Neuvillette's draconic nature permeated every fiber of his being, making him extremely protective and territorial, especially where you were concerned. His perception of mortals had certainly evolved after the fall of the hydro archon, but his role as supreme judge of the Fontaine court left him little room for easy trust, especially when it came to unpredictable and often cruel human nature.
Your pregnancy only exacerbated this aspect of his personality. The prospect of becoming a father, of protecting and looking after an even more vulnerable being, amplified his protective instincts. Even when you remarked to him, perhaps hoping to mitigate this tendency or channel it in a way that seemed more appropriate...
But you soon realized that it was difficult to change the profound nature of a dragon over a thousand years old...
3. The evolution of your pregnancy revealed hitherto unknown and deeply endearing aspects of Neuvillette. This new facet manifests itself in a surprising way: a soft, soothing, purring-like sound emanates from him when he looks at you or caresses you gently. This sound, unexpected from a dragon, proved to you that he was happy and at peace in your presenceâŚ
4. Neuvillette's trust in the protection of you and your child during his extended absences was a privilege he bestowed on very few people. Clorinde and Wriothesley stood out as the pillars of this trust, each with their own role and ability to look after you. Wriothesley, despite his responsibilities anchoring him to the Meropide fortress, was a devoted protector whose friendship with Neuvillette and you never wavered.
The Melusines also held a special place in Neuvillette's esteem. Their joy and zeal in protecting you and your unborn child was not only a testament to their loyalty to Neuvillette, but also a recognition of the importance of your role by his side.
5. The relationship you forged with Furina was marked by an affection and trust that transcended the past of the former archon of Fontaine. Her daily visits became special moments, when the joy of sharing sweets and laughter brightened your day. Discussions about the baby's name, possible traits, or who he or she might most resemble, were moments of pure complicity.
The arrival of Neuvillette, which often marked the end of these afternoons of sweetness and laughter, added another dimension to the family picture. His reaction to the mess left by Furina, oscillating between severity and underlying affection, reflected his deep concern for your well-being. His ability to scold Furina without raising his voice, while reminding her of the importance of your rest, demonstrated a delicate balance between authority and tenderness. To you, this was undeniable proof that Neuvillette would be an exceptional father to your child.
6. During your pregnancy, you showed worrying symptoms of depression. With Neuvillette often absent during the day and sometimes even all night, he only became aware of your condition belatedly, when he found you in tears in the kitchen. Crouched against the cupboards, overwhelmed by deep sadness, you didn't immediately notice his return.
The sight of your distress deeply affected Neuvillette, who at first thought you'd been the victim of an assault by a local seeking revenge after being tried for his crimes by the Supreme Judge. However, he soon realized that your emotional state was largely influenced by pregnancy hormones, exacerbated by the fact that you were carrying a half-human, half-dragon child.
With a heavy heart in the face of your grief, Neuvillette has vowed to stay by your side as much as possible, adjusting his schedule to be more present by your side. He has taken steps to ensure that he can spend weekends with you, actively engaging in preparations to welcome the baby into your life. "Don't cry anymore mon amour. From now on, I'll stay by your side."
7. As night fell, it became customary for you and Neuvillette to embrace tenderly on the living-room sofa. Positioned comfortably across his legs, with one of his arms warmly embracing you, Neuvillette would take pleasure in reading aloud to you one of those sentimental novels you so cherished. Neuvillette's soft, melodious voice enveloped you in a feeling of well-being, as you gently brushed your rounded belly, lulled by the sound of his reading.
Each time you dozed off against him, he cherished these moments deeply, placing kisses on your face as he whispered sweet nothings to you. Releasing his hand from the weight of the book she was holding, he gently slid it over you until it rested gently on your rounded belly. His tender, loving gestures, as he touched your skin, seemed to awaken a response in his child, who pressed himself against your belly, as if to draw closer to the warmth of his father...
8. The last few weeks of your pregnancy proved to be particularly trying, forcing you to spend most of your time in bed, suffering from intense back pain that made any movement painful. Aware of your condition, Neuvillette chose to take a few days off work to stay by your side, ensuring your well-being and safety.
The approach of childbirth was causing him growing anxiety. The idea of a human giving birth to the child of a sovereign dragon was unprecedented, and the absence of any references or testimonials to such a situation fueled his fears about the potential risks to you and the baby. This fear, which became almost palpable as the days passed, plunged him into a state of nervousness he had never experienced before.
Neuvillette had considered going to Natlan, hoping to find information or help to assist you during the birth. However, the idea of leaving you alone for several weeks was unbearable.
9. Neuvillette, faced with the unknown of this extraordinary situation, was overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions. Deep inside him, a tenacious hope persisted, that fate would preserve you and the child from any misfortune. The very idea of losing you, of seeing you torn from him too soon, was unbearable. With each passing day, he watched over you with redoubled attention, doing everything in his power to ensure your comfort and safety, while trying to conceal his own fears so as not to add to your stress.
As you waited, every shared moment took on priceless value, every smile, every tender gesture turned into a treasure trove of memories to cherish.
10. Your delivery turned out to be an ordeal of an intensity and complexity you'd never imagined, your cries and tears breaking your husband's heart. The pain and loss of blood plunged you into a state of vulnerability you'd never experienced before, causing you to lose consciousness on several occasions.
"It's going to be okay , mon amour, you're strong and brave. You'll make it. Just a little more effort and our child will soon be here with us."
Despite the fear and anxiety, Neuvillette's presence by your side was an unwavering pillar of support. His hand clasping yours, he enveloped you in his love and encouragement, his voice soft and reassuring.
The intervention of Baizhu, Liyue's doctor recommended by the traveler, was crucial. Thanks to his expertise and professionalism, he managed the complications with remarkable efficiency. Neuvillette, using his hydro authority, played an equally vital role, treating life-threatening wounds and using his powers to stabilize your condition. The synergy of their efforts was the determining factor in your survival in this bitter struggle.
The birth of your child, despite the circumstances, marked a moment of pure happiness and relief. When you heard his first cries, a sense of peace and fulfillment came over you, allowing you to finally surrender to rest, your exhausted mind and body taking refuge in sleep.
11. Neuvillette had delicately placed your child beside you, gently brushing your sweat-dampened hair, while his free hand gently enveloped his baby in a peaceful sleep. His gaze was lost in the infinite tenderness he felt for you, a wave of happiness and pride emanating from his whole being. How could he ever make the whole universe understand the beauty he saw in you? The fullness he felt watching you and his child, so serenely asleep under his protection? How could he articulate the immense joy of this deeply human experience of being part of a family? He, the sovereign hydro dragon, was discovering a new and profound humanity, all thanks to... Thanks to your presence in his life.
Somewhere in your dreams, you could hear the gentle sound of a purr...
12. Neuvillette will embody the figure of a father with an exceptionally gentle approach to education. Firm only when necessary, his child will be just like him. With a calm, collected and sometimes distant temperament, the child will learn the essential lessons of dragon heritage from his father. This transmission will be carried out with subtlety and wisdom, enabling the child to understand not only the value, but also the responsibility of his ancestry.
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The moment Neuvillette crossed the threshold of the house, returning from a grueling day at court, he found you fast asleep on the sofa, a soft light illuminating the room and a book resting carelessly on your belly, which was getting rounder by the day. He immediately realized that you'd been up most of the night waiting for him to return. Heaving a weary sigh, he shed his coat, gloves and scarf, then carefully placed your book on the table before lifting you gently into his arms. However, the mere touch of your husband, his warmth, his breath, his presence, was enough to awaken your senses. Blinking against his chest, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips as your gaze met his, imbued with a gentleness and warmth that contrasted so sharply with the man he was when you first met him.
"Ah, there you are at last, my dragon..." A tender smile lit up his face, as he adjusted your position so you could throw your arms around his neck, your lips seeking his in a burst of love.
"I asked you not to wait up for me. You need to rest... Why are humans so stubborn?" Your laughter, light and joyful, invited him to silence as you placed another kiss on his lips, which he received happily.
This one was deeper, more languorous. You needed him. Now... The absence of your dragon weighed so heavily on you that it aroused extravagant thoughts. Neuvillette could feel it... Your growing excitement knotting your belly and moistening that secret place between your thighs...
A rumble vibrated Neuvillette's chest as he deposited you on your bed, lips still linked, tongues struggling against each other for dominance. Your husband's instincts were stronger than anything, and since his companion wanted him so much, then he'd give her anything she wanted...
Who'd have thought it? Beneath this cool, aloof facade lay a passionate lover, expert in the art of thrilling the senses. Neuvillette loved to prepare you for him, burying his face tenderly between your thighs, his tongue fervently caressing your most intimate parts, while your fingers lost themselves with delight in his hair, leading you to heights of voluptuousness.
Dragons, creatures whose mating rituals were rare and dictated solely by the heat cycles of their females, contrasted sharply with humans when it came to sexuality. This discrepancy had initially confused Neuvillette, who couldn't understand why his physical reaction was so spontaneous at the sight of you. Besides, the fact that you were already pregnant should, in theory, have tempered his ardor during this period, shouldn't it? Why, then, did his desire for you intensify at the sight of your round belly? Your condition triggered a deep instinctive response in him...
To demand you. To make you his, even if you were already carrying his offspring...
His ardent thoughts set him ablaze, making him more passionate. He wanted nothing more than to melt into you, claiming your body as his own. His tongue worked you ardently as his fingers explored your innermost recesses, seeking to make you shiver with pleasure. Your moans were a song to his ears, the sound of his name, his true name, slipping between your exquisite lips.
Her eager mouth seized your quivering clitoris, savoring it with exquisite sensuality, while her deft fingers guided you to ecstasy. Your pregnancy amplified your sensitivity, allowing your beloved to lead you with infinite tenderness to the gates of rapture. His phalanges guided you to the end of your orgasm, his mouth tenderly kissing the bulge of your belly. When he brushed his lips against your skin, it was with a gentleness and affection that contrasted with the real urges driving him.
"Darling, I need you... Please..."
Neuvillette, his heart pounding, took a deep breath to calm the ardors that consumed him, eager not to harm you or your child, even if this one was an unborn dragon.
With infinite gentleness, his hand lovingly caressed your body, his lips tracing a tender path from your belly to your breasts, which he covered with kisses and delicate sucks before moving up to your neck and finally your lips. His kiss, at first filled with tenderness, gradually became hot with passion. His teeth nibbled delicately at your bottom lip, begging for more, and when your mouth opened to offer him what he desired, his tongue tasted you with fervor, as if you were the most delicious food in this world.
When he finally unites with you, he takes great pleasure in contemplating you in your entirety. Although your state of pregnancy forces him to deviate from the postures he loves, he knows how to find ways of satisfying his devouring thirst for you. Often, with his back arched in a throbbing motion, he will watch with rapt attention the undulations of your body as his hips fall delicately against yours, eagerly taking in the soft moans that enchant his sensitive hearing. His silver hair cascaded gracefully over you, sublimating the beauty of your beloved dragon. They allowed you to tenderly draw him to you, once again uniting your lips in a passionate kiss.
Neuvillette, moved by a passionate ardor, didn't stay attached to your lips for long, the rhythm of his hips intensifying as your orgasm approached. It was so easy to read you, he thought, as your expressive features and burning moans betrayed the intoxication that overwhelmed you. With a movement tinged with lust, Neuvillette grabbed your thighs and wrapped them greedily around his hips, before rising with a confident gesture, his palms ardently kneading your plump buttocks to give your bodies a more sustained rhythm. His member, coiled deep inside you, caressed that special place that made you lose all composure... He was right: your pregnant state made you undeniably more receptive to his ardors, and certainly more inclined to claim his.
As your orgasm gripped you, your walls fervently embracing his fiery member buried inside you, a guttural growl erupted from Neuvillette's chest. Mating with a dragon could be brutal, and Neuvillette had to do everything in his power not to be overwhelmed. Without your pregnancy, he would have given in to his deepest impulses, sinking his teeth into the delicacy of your neck, his pelvis jerking wildly against yours in search of his climax. But he knew how to curb these impulses, contracting his jaw to better contain his desire, until it poured into you in a guttural roar.
Neuvillette was rarely satisfied with a single turn, and your embraces often dragged on until sleep overtook you. When exhaustion drove you into unconsciousness, Neuvillette would tenderly cleanse you, kissing your bruised flesh while murmuring words of apology to you and the being growing inside your womb. He'd allow himself time to admire you, his fingers grazing the soft nakedness of your body nestled against his. And as his hand caressed the surface of your abdomen, a light tap struck against his palm, tugging a smile from the supreme judge's lips.
"As stubborn as his mother..."
#genshin impact smut#genshin impact#genshin#neuvillette#neuvilette genshin#neuvillette smut#genshin diluc#genshin smut#genshin impact fluff#neuvillette fluff
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TELL US ALL OF YOUR GHOUL HEADCANONS âźď¸đđ
I mean, you asked for this!!! This is probably not all of my headcanons, just the ones I could remember off the top of my head, as this is all still a work in progress for me!
I will also include the Ghouls pictures again so people can refer back their designs cause I do touch on design choices for them as they, to me, are included in headcanons as every makes their ghouls unique on some way.
Okay, first up!
DEWDROP!!
Thereâs a lot for this man. So, Dewdrop used to be a water ghoul, however heâs not a multighoul like Swiss, Sunshine and Aurora because his element was transmuted during the binding ritual when he was passed from Terzo to Copia. So, my brain thought âwhat is water-like fireâ and it landed on magma! So thatâs why he looks volcanic. His gills closed over and became lava cracks, his fish scales became reptilian, and now he runs hot like a furnace. His ears are pointed like fire ghouls, but have points kinda like fish fins still. Dew also has fire manipulation and can essentially ignite fires (commits minor arson constantly) but thatâs how he lights his cigarettes. He still has retained a great lung capacity and can hold his breath long enough to almost rival Rainâs infinite breath. The biggest trouble maker of the Ghouls and the worst influence on newer ghouls (i.e Phantom). Heâs the shortest of the dudes, but makes up for it by setting you on fire if you make short jokes.
Also!!! I am a defender of the dark-hair Dewdrop design!! I know itâs very common for him to have blonde or white hair, but it was just not giving for this design. I tried, I promise! (Iâm glad Iâve been seeing people love it though! My agenda is spreading!)
For fire ghoul visuals, I definitely focused on emulating glowing flame visuals, using red, orange, yellow, and white to give that effect with browns and blacks to make them look crispy. Scales and long pointed ears that go upward are also common for fire ghouls.
PHANTOM
Quintessence Ghouls are basically space and/or ghostly types of ghouls, as quintessence to me is everything between the elements and makes up everything (like stardust!!) Phantom, as a Quintessence ghoul can âsee beyond the elementsâ with what I call aura reading at the moment, like seeing vibes and emotions. They can also float! Or slow their falls essentially. Not really fly like air ghouls. Phantom is actually, to me, one of the three most chaotic ghouls, alongside Dew and Swiss, and causes a lot of chaos at the Ministry. My favorite joke with my two wives who I discuss all this lore with often is that Phantom once pissed in the Unholy Water Bowl in the West Chapel right before a midnight mass, which caused a lot of problems for the Ghoul Den Overseer. Just to illustrate the shit Phantom pulls at the Ministry.
But specifically for Phantoms visuals, he reminds me of the moon, the tone of gray, his swirling vitiligo-esc patches. He has really dark eyes which is not very common for Quintessence ghouls.
AETHER
The second tallest and most beefiest of all the Ghouls. I mean, have you seen the arms on that man!!!! Like Phantom, Aether has the aura reading ability and is the expert at floating and slowing his falls (itâs how he achieves all the wild jumps on stage, like dude gets air time). His freckles actually form constellations, and on his shoulder you can see the Big Dipper cause heâs a big guy (yes thatâs the joke, thatâs why I gave him the Big Dipper). Aether acts as one of the minders of the Ghoul Den, kind of like the exasperated dad of the group. Tries his best to fix the chaos the other Ghouls cause to lessen the work of the Ghoul Den Overseer, put out Dewâs fires, etc. Also a fuzzy guy, which is uncommon for Quintessence ghouls, like heâs so soft somehow.
For Quintessence Ghoul designs, I really wanted to focus on the space aspect. All of them have space freckles, and their horns all swirl in some way (Phantom and Auroras swirling physically, and Aethers have swirling grooves/markings on them). Also, their ears are bovine-like in someways, cause Iâve always categorized Aether as like a space cow in my head. Their color palettes usually veer towards magenta, purple, and indigo (cause those are my favorite colors and Quintessence ghouls are my favorite).
RAIN
As a water ghoul, Rain has gills, fins on various parts of his body, and webbed fingers and toes (itâs a bit freaky). Also, serrated teeth like a piranha. If youâve ever touched a fish, that wet feeling of their scales is how it feels to touch him. He can breathe underwater with his gills and will often be found in the lakes on the Ministryâs grounds when he needs to chill. His tail is a bit thick than other ghouls, as well as finned to help with swimming. Also water manipulation abilities! (Itâs giving Cleo from H2O). Heâs also bioluminescent! His scales and the lighter markings on him all glow
He does participate in problem causing sometimes, but is also exasperated mom of the group (cue his disappointed mom pose of hands on hips). Aether and Rain are the duo that hold Dew up by his arms while heâs trying to sprint towards trouble. Rain often has his hair pulled back in pony tails, or braided as he has a lot of hair, and itâs gets in the way while heâs swimming.
Water ghouls in general have everything above that Iâve already mentioned for Rain, all the fish like aspects. They tend to be blue toned and have a variety of scale coloration, often green, blue and purple in tones (duochrome, iridescent, pearlescent, etc).
MOUNTAIN
Biggest of the Ghouls and third beefiest! Heâs also fuzzy! Mountain has a connection with the earth (duh, all earth ghouls do), which allows them to feel the âheartbeat of the earthâ, gives them that killer rhythm on the drums. Heâs big into growing plants and taking care of the Ministryâs gardens, which he excels in as Earth ghouls also can affect plant growth as well as other earth things like soil. The flowers behind his ear in the art are actually Belladonna, also known as Deadly Nightshade!
Mountain also has two ways to shift himself, one being normal legs and his most natural ghoul state is hoofed/goat legs, which is why he doesnât like wearing shoes (itâs a weird feeling). His horns are gigantic as Earth ghoul horns tend to be, and have a cracked earth/clay patterning (his very first design iteration had cracked clay skin, but I did not like how it looked). His coloration and markings are very deer like, along with his ears. Mountain is very quiet compared to the rest of the Ghouls, he gives cryptid energy while at the Ministry.
Earth ghouls in general tend to lean towards more green and brown tones, with the previously mentioned giant horns. They can also have a variety of mammal like variations to them, but the most common is forest animals like deer, beer, wolves, coyotes, etc. They tend to be the fluffiest of the ghouls, and also the biggest. Itâs just natural for them to be tall.
SWISS
Being a multighoul of all elements, he basically is a shadow ghoul (mix all paint colors and you get dark brown/black was my idea). Heâs the third tallest and the second beefiest ghoul. Swiss has shadow manipulation abilities and can kinda merge into the shadows, which he uses to sneak around, cause problems and prank people. Also as a multighoul of all elements, he can kind of emulate abilities of other elements, like him being able to hold his breathe underwater longer than natural, his singing voice is siren-like similar to air ghouls, etc. Heâs also fuzzy!!
Also, Swiss is the biggest accessorizer and has the most piercings of all the ghouls. He likes how it gives him some pizzazz. Also has gifted every ghoul at least one set of jewelry they are ornamented with (thought it was funny to get Dew the upside cross earrings).
And Satanas, the shit this man gets up to. There is a reason heâs on his stage of shame most of the time. Swiss enables all of Dewâs chaos with a giant smile on his face. Itâs like winding up a toy and letting it spin.
Little side note about Multighouls, there are only two all element Multighouls in the Ministry, one being Swiss, the other actually being Phil! The Special Ghoul! He was once seen playing several instruments, signifying his elemental range, but tends to keep to himself compared to Swiss.
AURORA
The newest multighoul, and second multighoulette! Aurora is dual elemental, Air and Quintessence which together makes her embody an Aurora Borealis (her name sake). With her two elements, she gets her skin coloration and patterning, eyes, and swirling horn from her Quintessence aspect. Her space freckles are a bit more on the bluer side due to the air aspect however, as well as her second set of horns as air ghouls often have two sets of horns or two pronged horns. Her ears are bovine and bat-like. She has smaller wings compared to a full air ghoul, but her floating ability also helps. Itâs a very interesting combo to watch. Also, her hair is just naturally like that, no hair dye involved. Donât ask her how it changes color as it grows, she doesnât know.
Aurora is probably the most energetic of the Ghoulettes, and is besties with Swiss. Is constantly helping him get into shit. In general is an accomplice to Swiss and the Ghoulettes. She loves being involved in the shit they all pull. And despite her stature, as the shortest of all the Ghouls, she will body a bitch (the shorter you are the closer to hell you get)!
CUMULUS
The biggest, fluffiest hair. Itâs so long and so much and itâs her pride and joy! Itâs how she got the name Cumulus because of how much it reminded Copia of cumulus clouds. As an Air ghoul, Cumulus has large bat-like wings that allow her to fly. They can be folded and retracted if need be as they can get in the way. In the Ghoul Den, the Air Ghouls have a loft only accessible to those with wings, or if you tempt fate and get someone to throw you. Cumulusâs air ghoul horns formed in the shape of crescents, so she doesnât have two sets, instead is categorized as two pronged.
As previously mentioned, Air ghouls have siren-like voices (referencing Greek myth sirens being bird women) and Cumulus is the epitome of this ability. Can get people to do her bidding just by whispering sweet words into their ears.
Cumulus and Cirrus are a duo, as they were summoned together and bonded over being Air Ghoulettes, if you see one of them, the other is not far away or far behind.
CIRRUS
The tallest of the Ghoulettes and somehow the chillest comparative to the others. Sheâs still a ghoul though, so the chaos scale is broken anyway. As previously mentioned, she is Cumulusâs other half and visually is opposite of her on many ways. Darker, straight hair which is uncommon for Air ghouls, along with darker eyes. She also has the biggest wing span of all the Air Ghouls, and is the fastest with Sunshine a close second. Her vocals are second to Cumulusâs however. Not nearly at the level of controlling, but she can still bring anyone to their knees if need be.
Truly, Cumulus and Cirrus are a power couple amongst the Ghouls because their siren abilities affect Ghouls as well, just to a lesser degree, so if need be (with a good enough bribe) they can put a pause on the chaos if it gets too out of hand. The bribe has to be really good like, they like watching shit get crazy.
SUNSHINE
Finally, Sunshine. The first multighoulette summoned, and her dual elements are Air and Fire. Her fire like appearance veered away from volcanic like Dew to being like Sun Spots (areas on the sun that are darker than the rest of it) and thatâs why her scales are rounded compared to Dewâs. Her wings are also smaller like Auroraâs, still bat-like but also gives dragon because of the reptilian aspect of Fire ghouls. She does have two sets of horns which she likes to ornament like Swiss.
Sunshine and Aurora bond over being air based multighoulettes and also have joined the multighoul secret club with Swiss and Phil. What do they do there? Well, itâs a secret of course. It wouldnât be a secret club otherwise!
Also, there have been several cases of arson that have been committed that were blamed on Dewdrop, but were actually done by Sunshine, but sheâs a great liar and loves getting Dew in trouble. She like orchestrates that shit.
Now that Iâve touched upon all of the air ghouls, basically, air ghouls tend to be either teal or yellow in tone, usually with cloud like markings (however Aurora and Sunshineâs dual elements change that). Their ears tend to be bat shaped, along with them sporting the large bat wings that give them the ability to fly. There have been cases, however, that air ghouls have feathered wings, the only known case being the first summoned keyboardist, aptly named Air. No one knows why heâs the only one, he just claims itâs cause heâs cool like that. Also mentioned the siren like voices, itâs not a universal Air ghoul ability, some more attuned with it than others, but itâs quite common seeing as all four Ghoulettes along with Swiss possess the ability to some degree (Air does not because heâs not cool like that).
GHOULS IN GENERAL
Kind of wanted to go into some general stuff for the ghouls within the Ministry and the Summoning process.
When a Ghoul is summoned by a Papa (the only person really sanctioned to summon ghouls with some exceptions of course), they are bound to that Papa, with some sort of mark to signify this binding. For the Papas, they each use their individual grucifixes as this marking (Copiaâs ghouls were for a while marked with the basic Grucifix because he was initially a Cardinal. Technically, during that Era, the Ghouls should have been bound to Nihil, however Sister Imperator pulled the exception card for her little Cardi. Once Copia became Papa, the binding ritual was redone to remark them with his new grucifix). All of the ghouls do have grucifixes essentially tattooed onto their body in different locations, but thereâs a lot of development for that and some still undecided so that canât wait until Iâve drawn full bodies for all the ghouls.
Also, mentioned a few times in this was the Ghoul Den Overseer, who is actually a Sibling of Sin character of mine (because I over indulge myself and this is my lore interpretation anyway, I do what I want). Their âconfirmationâ name (christened? Sataned?) is Rigoria/Rigorian, last name Mortuous. Yes, itâs a play on Rigor Mortis but my name is literally Bones. I will be drawing them as well at some point so I can show you guys my interpretation of the Siblings of Sins in different Papal Eras.
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#nameless ghoul fanart#dewdrop ghoul#phantom ghoul#aether ghoul#rain ghoul#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#aurora ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#sunshine ghoulette#bonesy talks#should be called bonesy yaps at this point
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Hello! This is my very first time ever requesting so,
I would like GN!Reader with Syzoth who watches the Zatteran sparring with Earthrealmâs gang and noticed how Syzothâs tail is used for battlefield too. They get curious about it and always watch even discovering how his tail would wag when super happy. One day,they get the courage to look at it closely and thus touch it once Syzothâs gives permission,feeling the scaly texture,spikes and etc. Syzoth would impress them by picking them up solely by his tail around their waist with grin and puts them down soon as they both enjoy their little interaction together.
All fluff please! :)
And donât forget to drink water! Gotta stay hydrated! <3
the small things
a/n: syzoth is such a cutie patootie fr
pairing: syzoth x gn!reader
warnings: none :)
you stare at Syzoth from across the training field, sitting underneath the shade of a tree and using a small fan to cool yourself off.
the Zaterran seems more than happy to bask in the sunâs heat, clothes stripped down to just him in his loose pants to soak up every ray
here in the academy, he had grown much more comfortable with his identity as a Zaterran that could transform between human and lizard, and most times when he visited earth, he was in a half-transformed state that he was most comfortable in
his tail slaps happily against the large flat tanning rocks, and he stretches his arms above him, tongue flicking out and reptilian eyes closing shut
his tattoos seem to move and squirm on his skin, almost as if they also moved to find the most sun possible and the scales on his arms flex and stretch as he moves and wriggles around on the rocks to get more comfortable
you take another drink of water, listening to Kung Lao and Raiden next to you groan about the heat as Ashrah, ever the diligent student, trains out in the blazing sun
although with her background as a demon from the Netherrealm, you figure that perhaps the heat here would never be as intense as the once in her previous realm
your eyes flicker back to Syzoth who seems to be dozing off, tail curling slightly around him, scales flexing and moving
something itches inside of you to touch the scales, to feel the texture on your fingers and run them along the length of the tail, you bet it would be satisfying to touch
but this is Syzoth, not just some domesticated animal, and you shake the thoughts from your head and sigh, flopping onto your back and staring up at the sunlight-dappled trees
it was too hot today, and it seems the sun was relishing in your suffering because the heat drags and drags, even as the moon rises and darkness overtakes the academy
you trudge back to your room, opting to lay on the cool wooden floors rather than the soft and warm bed, and you sigh at the coolness against your face
as you stretch out against the wooden floorboards, you laugh to yourself about how you feel like Syzoth stretching out to feel the sun except that youâre doing the opposite
perhaps if you also had a tail, it would be lazily wagging at the feeling of the coolness against your heated skin
as the moon raises up into the sky and the wooden floorboards acclimate to your warmth, you eventually move to the bathroom and clean yourself up before laying atop of your blankets and staring up at the ceiling
you wonder if it would be offensive to ask Syzoth to touch his scales, would it be like asking him to reveal an intimate part of himself, or would it be casual?
the culture surrounding tails was most definitely different in Zaterran culture, but itâs not like you knew much about it in the first place
eventually, sleep covers your eyes and brings your body down into a slow dreamland, and you drift off thinking about Syzoth
when you wake up, youâre on the floor again, cheek pressed against the coolness of the wood, and you groan and stand up, feeling your back pop
how in the world did Syzoth sleep so comfortably on the tanning rocks when everything hurt after you had migrated to the floor in the middle of the night
picking yourself up and gritting your teeth at the creaking in your joints, you trudge to the bathroom and clean yourself up, splashing cool water onto your face
finally, you manage to make it to the breakfast table and grab a tray to serve yourself to the breakfast the monks were serving
baozi and congee as always, and you grab a few baozi and a bowl of the congee, and you scan the half-full dining room before spotting Kung Lao and Raiden conversing with Syzoth
you walk on over and sit down next to Syzoth, and in the corner of your eye, you can see his tail twitch and his eyes focus on you, the slits dilating just the slightest bit at your presence
smiling at him, you pick up your food and try to fix your posture, only to wince at the pinch in your back
he frowns and asks if everythingâs alright with you, and you nod, saying that you just had managed to somehow fall asleep on the floor for the night and now your back hurt
you have no idea how he sleeps on the tanning rocks and doesnât get any pain in his body, and he laughs, tail slapping against the ground with a dull thump
his hands go to scratch at the scales covering his arm, and he says that his biology seemed to be a little differently suited for hard surfaces, a Zaterran evolutionary thing
it makes sense to you, and you grumble that youâre a bit jealous, able to sleep basically wherever and also looking way cooler than any human or Edenian
Syzoth cocks his head at you, asking what you mean, and you purse your lips together, pausing in eating your food as you realize what you just said
you laugh nervously, saying that it was just pretty cool he had a tail and scales and stuff, and you canât help but glance at his tail as you tell him your thoughts
he lets out a sound, and a second of silence passes by in the air before he asks if you want to touch his tail, because you thought it was cool
a slight green flush appears on his face, and you blink at him, shooting a glare to Kung Lao as you hear him snicker at the both of you
your hands twitch in excitement when you ask if heâs really okay with you touching his tail, and he nods, moving his tail so that it sits in your lap
itâs a lot heavier than you had expected it to, but as you run your fingers along the surface, you find that you were right: this is highly satisfying
you trace the grooves of the scales carefully, how each has a slightly different shape, and Syzoth watches as you admire the muscle
the tail twitches in your lap before slightly wrapping around your waist, curling around your curves instinctively into your warmth, and you laugh slightly as you gain a little confidence in putting more pressure onto the scales
then you hear a sigh from Kung Lao and then his voice, much too loud in the small dining hall, that you two should date already
both you and Syzoth throw chopsticks at his face
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SILLY IS THE NEW SEXY: GEAR 5 LUFFY x Y/N
(cw: sex, flirting, squirting, creampie, silliness)
(an: i can't stop writing about gear 5 luffy)
Songs: "Monkey and Bear" by Joanna Newsom
words: 2.1k
You have curves like the sea, and as soon as Luffy lays eyes on you, he knows youâre different.
You ooze sex.
It clings to you like a second skin, as if sex appeal is a boa constrictor draped around your neck. Glittering and emerald, luxurious and reptilian, with striking ferocity in every touch.
He canât keep his eyes off you.
âCaptain,â you say smoothly one night, enjoying drinks in the firelight, âYouâre staring again.â
Luffy freezes, and then giggles sheepishly with his hand behind his head. âShishishi, sorry,â he says, âMânot tryna be rude.â
âWhat are you trying to do?â You ask curiously, tipping your champagne back from its crystal flute. It tastes like sour cherries.
âI dunno,â he says plainly, and leans back on his hands. His legs are splayed out in front of him, sitting on the wood of the deck. He knocks his feet together. âI like looking at you, I guess.â
You stiffen, flattered at his words, before you take another sip. Stars flutter overhead. Blue velvet stretches across the sky, and the silver moon is only half-full.
âHmm,â you tilt your head, pleased, âI like looking at you, too.â
He beams at that, and you both gaze at each other steadily. The waves crash and echo around the softly creaking ship, lullabies all around you. You let your gaze rake over him, boyish in form with muscular limbs and a shining face. Black hair under his straw hat, sticking out in spikes. You hum, appreciative.
âI like it a lot, in fact.â
You flush at your boldness, but only slightly. Youâre no stranger to flirtation, and this is getting fun.
Luffy cocks his head. âWhatcha like about it?â
You detail the planes of his body with your eyes, gray and hazy in the moonlight. You take another sip of fizzy, liquid gold.
âYour face,â you say first, honestly, âIt always makes me happy. Especially when you smile,â you cup your own cheek in one hand. He crinkles his nose, pleased, and looks off to the side. The silent question hangs on his lips: What else?
âYour shoulders are next,â you let your eyes fall over his muscles like a featherlight touch. âYour arms, your strength. Itâs really impressive. I like when you wear red,â you move to sit on your knees, lowering onto the ground from where youâd been perched in a deck chair. Luffy scoots closer to you, too. He holds his forearm in front of you, and flexes. His wide hand is clenched in a loose fist. You let your fingers drift over swollen knuckles.
âYour hands,â you say softly, heat blooming in your gut. âYou have really gorgeous hands,â you confess, and turn away before you can embarrass yourself further. You never knew the flirtation would get this far, with him sitting so close to you heâs radiating heat like the sun. You flick a lock of hair over your shoulder, and bump slightly into him. You clear your throat, âWhat about me?â
âYour curves! I like the way they look like waves,â he drags a broad hand across your waist, and pinches at the fat of your belly. âI like the way this rolls over,â he says, voice low, âI like the way your thighs shake as you walk. I like your ass,â he says the crass compliment like itâs nothing, like his touch isnât burning hot lava into you. âI like the way you smell.â
âWhat do I smell like?â You breathe, already too far gone to pretend any further. Youâre putty in his rubber hands.
He screws up his nose in thought. âLike butter? Or maybeâŚsea salt?â He licks his lips, âIt smells tasty.â
âYou smell good, too,â you blush, turning away. He knocks his shoulder into yours. You scoot closer, so your legs are touching. He hooks an ankle over yours. âLike tea.â
âGood tea?â He asks, and you nod. Tentatively, you lean your head onto his shoulder. He hesitates, breath held, but then relaxes into your touch quite naturally. He rests his head on top of yours, fluffy hair tickling your cheek.
âVery good tea,â you affirm. Your body is electrified, never having been this close to your captain before. âDo you like girls?â You ask abruptly, not wanting to tread water for any longer. You need to breathe.
âMhmm,â he says, nodding against the top of your head. âLotta people think I donât, but I do.â He twines his fingers around yours, bringing them to rest on his lap. âDâyou like boys?â
âToo much,â you chuckle, and sit up from him again. âDo you like me?â You gaze at him truthfully, letting your want and desire seep through into your skin. Your captain is clueless, but not that clueless. He regards you with a princely stare.
âToo much,â he echoes, and leans forward to kiss you.
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Now, youâre suspended in midair, back pressed against the cabin wall, while Luffy fucks you senseless.
Heâd brought you to his cabin, pressing your back against his door. He'd reached behind your supple hips to turn the deadbolt into its lock.
âLove ya, kitty,â he breathes into your shoulder, before scraping his teeth along your sensitive skin. âLove how ya move around like no oneâs watching. As if anyone could ignore those fuckinâ curves.â
He grips hard at your ass, his other arm supporting your lower back. Your shoulder blades scrape against the cabin wall. He tastes like sea salt, and milk. You stick your tongue down his throat.
âMmph,â Luffy moans into your throat, languid thrusts rocking you gently. He reaches down to thumb at your clit between you.
âSo good, baby,â you croon, raking your fingers through the soft hair at the base of his neck. He flickers gold for a second, white hair foaming at the ends of his raven strands. âLuffy?â You ask, watching his eyes swirl rosy. He giggles, grin wide, as he speeds up inside you. Your stomach bulges with his cock, and he gasps in mad abandon.
âLook at thatâŚ,â he whispers, feeling the head of his cock through your abdomen. Your stomach is not flat by any means (quite the opposite), but that doesnât matter for Monkey D. Luffy. If he wants to see his cock, heâs gonna see his fucking cock.
âLuffy!!â Gasping for breath, watching his dick thrust in and out of you like youâre both made of rubber. Little hearts sprint in circles around his face, little ducklings following suit. He giggles, and you do, too.
Your eyes haze over into gold, with pink flecks of light bouncing around your tits. âFuckâ,â you gasp, watching the now curly-haired Luffy grit his teeth and fuck you hard. He lifts you off the wall, bucking his hips up into your cunt from below. The sounds of his balls slamming against your ass reverberates through the room, before his eyes bug out of his head like cartoon hearts. Heâs slacked-jawed, tongue hanging out of his mouth as a wolf whistle sounds from somewhere off to the side.
âAaaahhhh, kitty, ya feel soâoh!âgoood!!!â He wails with his eyes squeezed shut. His muscular abs clench as he pistons his hips up into you. His cock is huge now, cartoonishly big as he pummels up into your cunt. It slaps and gushes, your clit aching, as Luffy tightens his hold around you. He leans down to bury his face in your tits, sucking hard on your sensitive nipples. He rolls his tongue around them, before elongating the muscle to wrap around your tit like a slimy tentacle. The tip flicks at your nipple.
Electricity bolts through you, zinging up your spine and down to your toes. Steam is curling around your face, presumably pouring out of your own ears. Luffy is giggling, manic, before leaning backward to careen you both into the bed. He jackhammers up into you, sitting now with you on his lap. His long tongue moves around your tit, sucking and licking like an animated restraint. His limbs are rubber wrapped around you now, sparks flying from where your bodies connect. His cock is thrusting sloppily against your cervix, which usually hurts but with him slams stars into your eyes. Your body is as elastic as he is, apparently.
Your fingers curl into his hair. âLuuuffyyyy,â you groan.
âHaahahaha!!!â He cackles, slurping his tongue back into his mouth. He slaps your other tit with a smack that makes a sound like a spring.
He leans down to suck your other nipple, not wanting his baby to feel uneven. His lips wrap around your bud, soft and chapped as he plays you with his tongue. Slow, sensual licks all over your hardened bud send shivers coursing through you. Luffy giggles, before ramming you down hard onto his aching cock. His lips stay tightly glued to your nip, so it makes your tit bounce up and down like a fucking porno. Luffy crosses his eyes up in pleasure.
Sex with new Luffy is freaky as fuck.
But (surprisingly?) his silliness has in no way deterred you from your own sparkling orgasm.
âSâfun, isnât it?â He asks as he pops off your overstimmed nipple. You nod, vigorously. You push him forward onto his back, so that you can ride him at your own haphazard pace. You sink down further onto his cock, letting him hit it from below. Your elbows are on either side of his manic head. Your hips rocket repeatedly down into his, both of you grunting with every thrust.
Steamy hearts explode in front of your eyes.
"So fucking fun," you say, searing his grin into your senses for later. You're gonna be thinking about this hookup for ages.
Your pussy clenches at the thought, of maybe not having this be a one time experience, as Luffy moans. He stutters, grabbing your hips in searing hands.
Captain Luffy whines, head thrown back in sheer joy. His cock is bullying your walls, smaller now but no less thick. He brushes up against your g-spot, over and over again. It feels like something is going to spring out of you at any minute. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the impending release of your shaky orgasm. A wolf whistle sounds off again, steam clouding the room. You gasp, as you cum.
âLuffy!!â You squeal, heat overtaking you as you shiver in ecstasy. âLuuffy, fuuuuckâŚ.,â you drawl out, dragging your hands over his sculpted chest. Heâs heaving in ragged breaths, scarlet blushed formed on his squishy cheeks.
âSquirt for me,â he commands, thumbing at your clit in rough circles. âCmon, baby, I know ya can do it.â
He presses down hard against your lower abdomen, twitching his cock up inside you as you ride him. You bounce your way to orgasm, screaming and crying for the whole ship to hear. Somewhere deep in your core, you squirt onto his lower abdomen. Luffy laughs, giddy.
âSâcoming, baby,â he warns you, eyes dark, as his thrusts grow sloppy. He slams his hips up into you, cock thrusting against your sweetest spots.
So deep--!
âYeeesss,â you breathe, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You bury your face in moonlight hair.
âGannaâ,â he stutters, hips shuddering as he cums inside you with a violent thrust.
His eyes cross in pleasure as he spills his seed inside you.
âFuck! Fuck! Fuck!â
Luffy gasps, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of orgasmic, cosmic energy flows through him. Heâs never had sex like this, before. Heâs never had you, before. No way heâs letting you slip away, now.
âSay youâre mine, baby,â he says, sweating and panting as you both come down. His fingers trail along your hipbones. âI wanna be yours."
He's panting, his voice raspy and hoarse.
His hair is dark, now.
You watch as the last shreds of cartoon hearts fade out of existence around you. The steam has cleared up, too. And no more whistles sound. You snicker, "Sex is so fun, with you."
"Shishishi," he grins. And then, "Say you're mine, baby? Pleeaseee?" He whines up at you, and you snort.
"Sure thing, captain," you slide off of him, and he groans, "I'm all yours."
"Seriously," he pouts, poking your inner thigh. Your leg twitches, still spasming from the aftershocks. "Sex isn't usually this fun."
"Even after Gear 5?"
He smirks, "Steam was new. But," he looks up at you, wide-eyed and serious, "I really do wantcha, y/n."
You still, regarding him down the length of your nose. Your chest is fluttering, crazy butterflies going off in your stomach. "Sex is one thing," you allow, scared, "But relationships are a whole other thing. Seriously means you're serious with me. S'okay?"
Luffy nods. His grip tightens around your hips, as he sits up. "Seriously," he says, hand running over your thighs, "Silly, maybe. But serious." His face darkens, "And I don't wanna play games with you."
You swallow, and nod.
"Me neither."
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In The Gloomy Depths [Chapter 1: Amethyst]
Series summary:Â Five years ago, jewel mining tycoon Daemon Targaryen made a promise in order to win your hand in marriage. Now he has broken it and forced you into a voyage across the Atlantic, betraying you in increasingly horrifying ways and using your son as leverage to ensure your cooperation. You have no friends and no allies, except a destitute viola player you can't seem to get away from...
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), parenthood, dolphins, death and peril, violence (including domestic violence), drinking, smoking, freezing temperatures, murder, if you don't like Titanic you won't like this fic!!! đ
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A note goes sharp, and you swim up through colorless currentsâindistinct conversation, an iron-grey draft each time the front door opens, cigar smoke like fog over the oceanâand turn to the viola player. His eyes have caught on the place where your left hand rests on the table by a glass of pear cider, still cold from the icebox, misty with condensation. Rain pours outside. Logs fracture and hiss in the fireplace. Your gown is thick velvet, indigo like the night sky, and the ruffles of your sleeve have slipped back to reveal the evidence roped around your wrist: shadows of trapped blood, rubies that sicken and turn to sapphires and amethysts.
You hurriedly adjust your sleeve. Now the viola playerâs eyes are on yours, an overcast blue and improperly direct, and something flies between you: his shock, your shame. You look away and pretend to ignore him. His horsehair bow finds its rhythm again, a tempo like a racing pulse. The quartet is playing The Wild Rover.
Daemon hasnât noticed. He has ensnared the reporter entirely, here in OâConnellâs Bar in the heart of Galway, just across the street from Eyre Square and only a few blocks west of the Docks and the North Atlantic Ocean. The young man writes for The Irish Times and has traveled from Dublin to interview your husband, once a celebrated newcomer but soon departing and taking you with him. Five years ago a storm blew him in; now the gleam of distant treasure catches his eye and beckons him like the moon calls the tides. He has been this way all his life. You were mad to believe heâd change.
âLord Targaryen,â the reporter says with his felt-tip pen hovering over his notebook, gazing at Daemon worshipfully, firelight dancing on both of their faces. You glance at the viola player again. Heâs still watching you, and this is bad. âYouâve been described as a cowboy by numerous publications and business associates. Do you consider that a compliment?â
Daemon chuckles, smirking and imperious. He puffs on his pipe, elbows propped on the table. His eyes are a deep-set reptilian green, emeralds glinting from the mouth of a mine. Strands of dark blonde hair fall roguishly down over his forehead. âOh, itâs a massive compliment, isnât it? A cowboy eschews the safe and the predictable. A cowboy makes his own way in the world. My father was a duke, and now my brother is a duke, and one day my nephew will be a duke, God help us all. And so I always knew that if I wanted anything for myself, Iâd have to go out and find it.â
The reporter is smiling, enraptured. He asks, already knowing the answer: âAnd what was it you found?â
âIn the Wah Wah Mountains of Utah, we discovered red beryl.â Daemon talks with his hands, magnetic fields, incantations, spells that once worked on you. âItâs exceptionally rare and a gorgeous stone, high color saturation, not as hard as a diamond but durable enough for jewelry, essentially a blood-colored emerald. I was twenty-five years old and had just put together my first small mining expedition, and here we were sitting on the only known supply of red beryl on the planet. And it was then that I realized that there are these sorts ofâŚnatural monopolies that exist scattered across the globe, gemstones that can be found in only one location, and thus if you are the man who owns the mineâŚevery single stone must pass through your hands before it ends up in retail establishments in London or Paris or Milan or wherever.â
âAnd so you took the lesson you learned from red beryl and applied it to other minerals,â the reporter says as he scribbles in his notebook.
Daemon grins, puffing on his pipe, exhaling smoke like a dragon. And how remarkable he is to have agreed to meet here in this pub like a common man, so unpretentious, so unafraid of the worldâs dirt, effortless and yet untouchable, and this is why his miners love Daemon, why they will break their spines and poison their lungs for him. âWe kept the Utah mine, of course, and bought up rights to thousands of acres of land surrounding it. I hired more workers. And then I investigated reports of mysterious, unnamed, brand new stones that had been stumbled upon in far-flung places, untamed by civilized men, the earth just waiting to be slit open and butchered like a fat hog. In Madagascar, we found Grandidierite, a bewitching blue-green, the Indian Ocean in miniature, crystalized form. In Tanzania, we discovered Tanzanite, halfway between an amethyst and a sapphire.â
The reporter nods to you as he says: âI believe Lady Targaryen is wearing some this evening, is she not?â
âIndeed,â Daemon replies without much interest. You touch your fingertips to your teardrop-shaped earrings and give the reporter a polite smile. You steal a glimpse of the viola player; he isnât staring at you anymoreâa blessing, a reliefâbut he frowns distractedly as his bow glides over the strings. âIn Australia there was black opal, and in the Dominican Republic we were the first mining operation to encounter Larimar, and thenâŚwell, then I heard of Connemara marble.â
âNative to Ireland,â the reporter says proudly. âThe lone quarry thatâs still producing is right here in Galway.â
âSo of course that intrigued me.â Daemon taps on the tabletop with his right hand, and now he is watching you, curling lips, taunting eyes. âAnd when I crossed the Atlantic to acquaint myself with this quarry and inquire into purchasing it, I was intrigued by the quarry ownerâs daughter as well.â
His pen scratching against parchment; black rivers of ink filling up the page. âHow would you describe the courtship?â
âBrief,â Daemon says, then laughs. He points to you with his smoldering pipe. âHow about you, dear? How would you describe it?â
âFlattering,â you answer honestly, and the reporter makes his notes. âDaemon already had a reputation by then. A captain of industry, a staggering success story, a man who refused to rest idly on his familyâs titles, which he could have easily done.â And a man who also refused to marry, rejecting Rockefellers and Morgans and Astors, duchesses and countesses, but asked your father for your hand in marriage after only a few weeks of tours of the quarry and dinners set alight with charismatic retellings of his travels. You knew the Connemara marble was part of the allure, but you took this as a common interest rather than the only thing Daemon wanted from you. WellâŚone of two things.
âYouâve resided in Galway ever since,â the reporter is saying to Daemon. âBarring a few trips for business. But that is about to change.â
Daemon sucks on his pipe. âIâve received a very generous offer from Tiffany & Co. in Manhattan. Theyâve been around for almost a century, did you know they supplied the Union Army with swords and surgical tools during the Civil War? Real patriots. Not afraid to get bloody. They want to expand into the sale of colored gemstones, not just diamonds and pearls and gold, the same unimaginative pieces peddled by their competitors. And after some long and arduous negotiations, Tiffany has agreed to pay a fair price for the exclusive rights to specimens originating from my mines, and I have agreed relocate to New York City for the foreseeable future to consult with them as a gemstone expert.â
âItâs my understanding that you have family in New York too, Lord Targaryen. Perhaps a reunion is part of the appeal of a move across the pond.â
âOh, I wouldnât assume that,â Daemon says impishly. âI havenât seen Alicent Hightower or her children in years and years. I wouldnât even know them if I passed them on the street.â
âIs that right?â The reporterâs pen hovers uncertainly over his notebook; he doesnât think this is the sort of familial disharmony that should be printed in a newspaper.
âBut my wife and I will have some company for the voyage,â Daemon continues. âMy niece Rhaenyra and her charming husband Laenor will be joining us on Titanic. Theyâve been on holiday in the Mediterranean and have several social engagements on the East Coast before they return to summer in England with my brother.â
âViserys Targaryen, the 9th Duke of Beaufort.â
Daemon grins, not kindly at all. âOne man earns a title, eight others wear it.â
The reporter shifts awkwardly in his chair. Itâs not the sort of joke heâs allowed to laugh at. Changing the topic, he looks to the string quartet, which is now playing Danny Boy. The viola playerâs eyes flick to you; you drink you pear cider and pretend you are unaware. âYouâll be sorely missed in Galway. But what a proper Irish sendoff youâre receiving here at OâConnellâs tonight!â
âYes,â Daemon muses, the bit of the pipe in his mouth. âA week from now, tugboats will be hauling us out of Cork Harbor and into the Atlantic Ocean, perhaps never to return.â
You shudder as a man enters the pub and a cold draft blows through you. You are terrified of ships, tiny metal buckets at the mercy of bottomless blue, unnatural incursions into inhuman spaces. You have sailed twice before with your parentsâonce to Le Havre to visit Paris and again on a cruise of the Aegeanâand both times you were consumed by visions of water rising up over your feet, bodies thrashing in the waves, bones turning to silt. You donât want to cross the Atlantic. You donât want to leave home.
âYou look a bit familiar, boy,â Daemon says, and you realize heâs talking to the viola player. You startle, then are relieved to see that your husband has only a dim curiosity in the musician. The reporter has bored him, and Daemonâs eyes are wandering. He is a man of short and restless attention. You have learned this the hard way. âHave we met before?â
The viola playerâearly twenties, around your age, sandy blond hair and a beard trimmed close to the skinâpauses his fiddling as his three companions carry on. His accent is English, not Irish. âWell Iâve played all over Ireland, sir. All over Europe, in fact.â
âWere you by chance at the McPherson wedding back in February?â
You donât believe he was, you think youâd remember him; but the viola player nods eagerly. âYes sir, that was me.â
âAh! That was a fine night. Excellent duck. Wasnât the duck good, dear?â But Daemon only half-listens for your response. He has turned back to the reporter and is recounting how he and his expedition hacked through the jungles of Tanzania to reach the location of suspected gemstone deposits, how they endured attacks from crocodiles and chimpanzees and burned up from fevers.
âPlease excuse me for a moment,â you say as you rise from the table. The reporter scrambles to his feet to stand as decorum demands.
âYes yes,â Daemon replies abruptly, not looking at you, then continues his stories.
You escape from the pub through the front door and stand beneath the awning just out of the rain, watching the reflections of streetlights glow in puddles like stars. Across the street in Eyre Square, a public park established in 1710, shadows of ash trees rock in the wind. With trembling fingers, you fumble a Kerry Blue and your cigarette holder out of your black handbag, then realize you donât have a lighter. Someone else always does that part for you. You sigh and stare out into the rain, taking deep breaths of Irish night, early April, cold and wet and green, the only air you know how to take painlessly into your lungs, blood, bones, the dark damp earth that built you. You cannot imagine living amongst metal skyscrapers and rumbling automobiles instead of verdant rolling hills dotted with sheep.
You hear the pub door open, and you assume it is one of the waiters or perhaps RushâEdward Rushton, Daemonâs valet and bodyguard, ever-watchful and unwaveringly sternâbringing you the black mink coat you left inside. But to your horror, it is the viola player, carrying his instrument by its neck. You gape at him as rain continues to fall.
âHi,â he says.
You are clutching your handbag, a cigarette and holder still tucked between your fingers. âWhat are you doing?â
âI justâŚI wasâŚuhâŚâ He spots the cigarette. âOh, do you need a lighter? I have one, hold onâŚâ He begins rooting around in the pockets of his olive green tweed jacket.
âNo, I donât need a lighter,â you snap, glancing anxiously at the door. âI need you to go back inside.â
âWait a minute, I wanted toââ
âWhy are you speaking to me?â Your eyes are wide and petrified, your voice is a sharp whisper. No musician has ever addressed you beyond pleasantries: Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, thank you maâam, my pleasure maâam. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âLook, I came out here becauseâŚI just wanted to askâŚâ He struggles to find the words. His eyes fall to your left wrist, now fully obscured by the ruffles of your sleeve, then return to your face. âAre you okay?â
âWhat?â
âDo youâŚyou knowâŚdo you need some kind of help or something?â
Itâs improper, itâs unthinkable, itâs dangerous. âYouâre deranged,â you say as you breeze past him towards the door. âYouâve clearly escaped from an asylum somewhere. I wish you all the best in your recovery.â
He does not grab youâthat would be absurdâbut he does get between you and the front door of the pub. âWait, please, Iâm sorry, Iâm not trying to be rude or to overstep or anything, Iâm trying to see if thereâs anything I can doââ
âYou will make it worse for me,â you hiss, and only then does the viola player go quiet and let you pass. You shove by him into OâConnellâs Bar.
Back at the table, Daemon and the reporter are engrossed in conversation. When you rejoin them, neither of the men take any notice of you beyond the reporterâs momentary rise to his feet. After a minute or two, the viola player returns to the quartet and slips seamlessly into the song theyâre playing, Star of the County Down. You gaze into your pear cider, determined not to glance at him even once.
Daemon is saying as the reporter jots franticly: âI am reminded of something I read once in a French fashion criticâs guide from the 1870s. In the gloomy depths of the mineral world, stars are concealed that rival in their beauty those of the firmament. The fresh splendors of dawn, the sunâs incandescent rays, the magnificent sunsets, the brilliant colors of the rainbow, all are found enclosed in a morsel of pure carbon or in the center of a stone. Not everyone can see the potential, not everyone has the skill or the willpower to move the earth and free the treasures trapped beneath. But I found stars no one else knew existed. And my work isnât finished yet.â
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At home in Lough Cutra Castle, your familyâs estate since 1817, your parents are asleep and Fern is waiting up for you and Daemon, yawning into the back of her hand to try to hide it. She is your maid but she was hired by Daemon, and she scurries around the property like a mouse, eternally picking up toys and articles of clothing and papers that have slid off of tables, head bowed, footsteps so light you often donât realize sheâs walked into a room until sheâs spoken.
âCare for some tea, my lady?â Fern asks as she takes your mink coat. Daemon goes directly to his study; you watch him leave with some feeling you couldnât name, loss, relief, loneliness, resignation.
âNo, thank you, Fern. Iâm exhausted. Is Draco upstairs?â
âHe is,â she says, but with hesitation, as if she is sending you into the lionâs den. You know what that means. You climb the staircase and find him in his bedroom sound asleep, four years old, surrounded by an army of teddy bears. Bears are his favorite animal; he likes the way they roar and brandish their teeth. He is named after the crest of Daemonâs family; Draco is the Latin word for dragon. His hair is white-blonde, a Targaryen trait. As they age it fades to an ordinary sand-like color, and by the time they are middle-agedâDaemon is forty, nearly two decades older than you areâtheir hair is a blonde so dark itâs almost brunette.
You stand in the doorway watching Draco for a long time. When you think of him, this is the image that comes to mind: your son across a room, or a lawn, or a garden, and you lurking on the periphery, longing to be a part of his existence, feeling so palpably unneeded. Already, he is becoming a stranger. He thinks itâs funny when Daemon insults people and breaks things. He stomps his little feet when he doesnât get his way and rips flowers from the garden, tosses rocks through the windows of the greenhouse, hurls sticks at hissing geese.
âHeâs asleep,â Dagmar says as if sheâs scolding you. You whirl to see her behind you in the hall, glowering with those icy Nordic eyes, her hair grey and twisted into a tight bun, her face angular and cold-blooded. Legend has it that Saint Patrick expelled all the snakes from Ireland; you think he must have missed one.
âYes, I can see that.â
âYouâll wake him.â
âI certainly wonât.â
âA boy that age needs his rest.â And this is how Dagmar has been since Draco was born: You canât hold a baby like that, you canât feed a baby like that, you canât play with a baby like that, never showing you how to do things but only alienating you further and further until you looped around on some hopelessly remote orbit like Neptune circles the sun.
âYes. Like I said, I wonât disturb him.â
But she does not leave; she only scowls at you with her bony arms crossed over her chest. She is ancient; she was Viserys and Daemonâs governess when they were boys, and your husband wrote to her immediately after Draco was born. She idolizes Daemon. The three of them are a family unto themselves, sardonic and spiteful and fiercely loyal, an oath you canât figure out how to break. She wins this battle, as sheâs won them all. It is not a war but an insurgency, a perpetual struggle for independence, sabotages and hunger strikes that amount to nothing. You retreat from Dracoâs doorway and go to find Daemon in his study, bent low over his desk and sketching designs for jewelry men will buy for their wives, sisters, mothers, daughters, mistresses.
He glances over at you impatiently. âWhat is it?â
âYou promised Iâd never have to leave Ireland.â
Daemon shrugs, smiling wryly. âAnd yetâŚâ
âDraco and I could stay here,â you say, as if this has not already occurred to him.
âAnd people would say my house is not in order. How am I to command the respect of American businessmen when my own wife does not obey me?â
You are desperate. âHalf the year,â you plead. âIâll spend winters in Manhattan and summers here.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âWhat if I wonât go?â
âI donât see how youâd accomplish that,â Daemon says, as if heâs already bored of this conversation. âYou could throw yourself over the shipâs railing and into the Atlantic Ocean, I suppose. But thatâs the only way youâre not ending up in New York.â
âYou donât even really want me there,â you reply, your voice quivering. âYou donât care where I am or what I do. Lots of men live separately from their wives, you can as well.â And even nowâhorribly, humiliatinglyâyou want him to contradict you, to swear that he does care, that he wants you, that he loves you in the sick brutal way he knows how.
Daemon picks up the dagger he keeps on his desk and uses it as a letter opener to unseal a piece of correspondence from one of his many mines, left in the care of managers just as your fatherâs Connemara marble quarry soon will be. The hilt is made of gold and has seven small gemstones imbedded in it, one on top of the other: amethyst, tigerâs eye, black opal, emerald, ruby, bloodstone, sapphire. âYou know,â Daemon says offhandedly as he skims the letter. âDraco is getting old enough for boarding school.â
âWhat?â You are shellshocked; it takes a moment for you to sputter a reply. âHeâsâŚheâs four, Daemon. He canât read more than a handful of words. He just learned how to write his own name.â
âI was only five when my father sent me away.â
âAnd you turned out to be so normal.â
âNo,â Daemon says, a blade-sharp warning, his eyes burning into yours, ruthless green fire. He aims the point of his dagger at you. âI turned out to be extraordinary.â
Draco. Draco sent away. If I lose him now, Iâll lose him forever. Heâll never know me. Heâll never love me. âPlease let me have a few more years with him.â
âSure. In New York.â
âIâll go,â you surrender. âFine, fine, I understand. Iâll go. No more complaints.â
âGood.â He sets down his dagger and the letter and resumes his sketching. Youâve been dismissed, but you canât look away from him: cunning hands that wonât touch you, blood that runs hot enough to scald.
What is this feeling, this hunger, this hatred, all gnarled up together, dark earth glimmering with flecks of jewel-tone light, constellations of subterranean stars? He has hurt you, but he has given you pleasure too, this man who is so impossible to know, to predict, the only man who has ever been inside you. Itâs not that you want him, not exactly; you want what he can give you, and the cold truth is that if itâs not him itâs not anyone, never again for as long as he lives. Youâve never craved another body, another soul. If you ever took a lover, you believe Daemon would kill you.
He grins, mocking and cruel. And you are transported back to your wedding night, still euphoric and flushed and panting on the bed as Daemon sighed and got up to go to the washroom, the satisfaction and the shame, the inescapable sense that you have disappointed him. âDid you only come here to be vexing and disobedient, or did you have something else in mind?â
âNo,â you say softly, turning away, leaving him with his drawings of rocks stolen from distant corners of the world.
At breakfast the next morningâFern cracking Dracoâs soft-boiled egg and feeding him careful spoonfuls, Dagmar reading aloud to him from The Three Billy Goats Gruff, giving him smiles radiant with warmth youâve never received from herâyou sip tea and spread butter over your soda bread, gazing listlessly at the mist that hangs cool and heavy beyond the windows. Daemon is at the quarry already. You are suddenly acutely aware of the absence of music.
âHey, lassie?â your father says as your mother tries to coax him into eating his full Irish breakfast: fried eggs, bacon, beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, white pudding.
You look to him, clearing the fog from your skull. âYes, Daddy.â
âI saw the luggage. Where are you going?â
You keep telling him, but he doesnât remember; he was becoming forgetful five years ago but now he canât work at all, can barely even carry conversations. You had a brother who died in infancy and a sister who was taken at eight years old by convulsions. You are the only child left, and there are no other evident heirs to the quarry. This must have been something that occurred to Daemon when he met you, seventeen and overwhelmed by the black magic of him. He had seemed like the right choice: dashing, capable, from an illustrious family, a man who could take charge of the quarry as your fatherâs health continued to fail.
âDaddy, I told you. Weâre going to Manhattan.â
He is stunned, grief-stricken. âWhat? That far?â
âYes, on Titanic. Itâs the largest ship ever built.â
âWho the hell cares about the ship?â your father says. âWhen will you be back?â
Never. You and your mother exchange a heartsick glance. She tries to be strong for him; she tries not to show you that her world is ending as you and Draco are taken across the ocean like gemstones mined and smuggled away for cutting. âSoon, Daddy,â you lie. He wonât remember anyway. âWeâll be back really soon.â
And then again ten minutes later, and then again after a half hour, and then again at lunchtime:
Where are you going?
When will you be back?
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Titanic is not a ship but a wonder of the world, unbreakable like the pyramids, towering like the Colossus of Rhodes, beckoning seafaring travelers like the Lighthouse of Alexandria. It is too large to dock in Cork Harbor, and so two tendersânamed, quite appropriately, Ireland and Americaâare used to shuttle the passengers to the anchored goliath waiting to carry you across the ocean. Aboard, a five-piece string ensemble greets the first-class passengers with The Sunny South, and beaming stewards distribute flutes of champagne, liquid gold freckled with bubbles of trapped air. The men are chucking and shaking Captain Smithâs hand and the women are sighing with soft, feminine awe at the soaring funnels and the sprawling Promenade Deck, steel overlaid with yellow pine and teak, and you stare vacuously back at the shadow of the shore, speaking to no one, noticed by no one, alone in a wonderstruck crowd on a cloud-covered, warm afternoon, April 11th, 1912.
Rush is giving bellboys instructions for the luggage to be taken to your rooms. Daemon disappears with Rhaenyra to inspect the accommodations, their steps swift and careless, laughing like children, Rhaenyraâs blonde hairâyellow jasper, yellow jadeâstreaming out behind her, her gown a shallow-water bluish-green like the Grandidierite Daemon found in Madagascar. Fern skitters after them to unpack the bags when they arrive in the staterooms and offer to make tea. Laenor, wearing a deep and dignified shade of blue, immediately makes the acquaintance of several Parisian passengers and sets about to stroll the deck with them, smoking their pipes and remarking on the ingenuity of the shipâs design, planning to enjoy the Turkish Baths together this evening. Draco is getting tired and ill-tempered; Dagmar merrily whisks him off to see the Grand Staircase and distract him until the rooms are ready.
Meandering, rudderless, you walk to the deck railing and look down into the water as the ship weighs anchor, unmooring itself from Ireland, stealing you away forever. Trying to distract yourself from weepingâtears burn in your eyes like a stoked furnaceâyou pretend to adjust your earrings. You wear amethysts to match your gown, dark mauve, a color not long ago only owned by royalty. One of the musicians has appeared to soothe your maladies, desperate terror and melancholy he perhaps mistakes for seasickness. But no, itâs not one of the men from the ensemble that welcomed you aboard; he is not wearing a pristine black suit but a pale green tweed waistcoat and unceremonious plaid trousers. He isnât a crewmember of Titanic at all. Heâs the viola player from Galway.
You jolt away from him, spinning around to ensure no one from Daemonâs party has reappeared to witness this. Then you whisper furiously: âWhat are you doing here?!â
The viola player stops fiddling and holds his instrument by its neck. His answer is amiable and innocent. âPlaying viola.â
âNo, why are you on this ship?!â
He shrugs, smiling, his hair blowing in the wind as the tugboats pull Titanic out to sea. âHeard it was the biggest one ever built, unsinkable, extravagant beyond compare. Seemed like something Iâd like to experience given the opportunity.â
âYou followed me,â you say flatly.
He winks, resting an elbow on the railing. His teeth are small and white; there are lines from the sun around his eyes.
âYou overheard our arrangements at OâConnellâs Bar and bought a ticket for yourself? Crossed Ireland, travelled south to Cork, all to stalk me like some lunatic? A nautical Jack the Ripper?â
âWellâŚI wouldnât say I bought a ticket.â He is playful, teasing you. âI found one.â
âHow did you manage to by pure happenstance find a ticket for Titanicâs maiden voyage?â
âI ran into an aspiring passenger at a pub in Cork,â the viola player explains. âA very nice man, his name was Fergal. Unfortunately for poor Fergal, when the time came to board the tenders, he wasâŚindisposed, and I found myself in possession of his third-class ticket. A strange coincidence!â
âIndisposed?â you say, squinting suspiciously.
âPerhaps he had a few too many pints in celebration and passed out somewhere. Perhaps he got lost on his way to the harbor. Or perhaps he was locked in the pubâs storage room and therefore unable to make it to the tenders in time to sail blissfully away on his trans-Atlantic journey. Who could say for sure?â
âSo you stole a ticket.â
âI think thatâs a cynical way to put it.â
You are incredulous. âHow would you put it?â
âFortune brought me a ticket. The stars aligned, the saints were looking out for me.â
âIf you hold a third-class ticket, you are on the wrong deck of the ship.â
âShh!â He holds a finger to his lips. âNo one knows that, I just wander around playing songs for the rich people and they assume Iâm supposed to be here.â
âYou have to stay away from me,â you plead, staring out over the ocean. âDaemon canât see us talking, he canât know you followed me from Galway, he canât find out that you sawâŚâ The bruise, the evidence, the betrayal of you not keeping his secrets.
âRelax, Iâm not here for you,â the viola player says, and of course he is lying. âI have family in New York City. I left home and havenât been back in years, and I think nowâs a good time for a visit.â
You roll your eyes. âYeah. Okay.â
He grins, slow and mischievous, and you are alarmed to realize some part of you wants to smile too. âYou know what?â
âWhat,â you offer resentfully.
âI think you want me to be here for you.â
You turn away from the railing to make your escape. âI want you to leave me alone.â
âIâll think about it,â the viola player quips. And when you glance back at him from the end of the Promenade Deck, ocean wind tearing your hair out of its pins and salt stinging on your skin, heâs still watching you.
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Description: Human by day, wolf-like beast by full moon.
What They Do: Transform into violent wolves and hunt at night.
Appearance: Muscular, covered in fur, with fangs and claws; halfway between wolf and human.
3. Ghost
Description: Spirit of a deceased person.
What They Do: Haunt places they have ties to, usually in a restless state.
Appearance: Translucent, often resembling the person they were in life.
4. Banshee
Description: A female spirit who forewarns of death.
What They Do: Wails loudly to signal someoneâs impending death.
Appearance: Gaunt, with long hair and wearing white or gray robes.
5. Poltergeist
Description: Mischievous, noisy spirit.
What They Do: Throws objects, slams doors, and causes disturbances.
Appearance: Invisible but known for chaotic energy and moving objects.
6. Revenant
Description: Corpse risen from the grave for vengeance.
What They Do: Seeks revenge on those who wronged them in life.
Appearance: Decayed and skeletal, with tattered clothing.
7. Wendigo
Description: Cursed, cannibalistic spirit.
What They Do: Feeds on human flesh and spreads madness.
Appearance: Tall, emaciated with antlers and pale, cold skin.
8. Zombie
Description: Reanimated corpse, often mindless.
What They Do: Wander in search of living flesh to consume.
Appearance: Rotting, decayed, with vacant eyes.
9. Ghoul
Description: Creature that feeds on the dead.
What They Do: Raids cemeteries, feasting on corpses.
Appearance: Grayish, decayed, with sharp claws and teeth.
10. Shadow Person
Description: Mysterious dark figure, often seen in peripheral vision.
What They Do: Follows or observes humans, inducing fear.
Appearance: Tall, dark silhouette without detailed features.
11. Lich
Description: Undead sorcerer who achieved immortality.
What They Do: Uses dark magic to control other undead beings.
Appearance: Skeletal, with tattered robes and glowing eyes.
12. Mummy
Description: Reanimated, embalmed corpse from ancient tombs.
What They Do: Seeks vengeance or protects their treasures.
Appearance: Wrapped in bandages, often missing pieces.
13. Grim Reaper
Description: Personification of death.
What They Do: Collects souls of the deceased.
Appearance: Hooded figure in a black robe, carrying a scythe.
14. Succubus
Description: Female demon that seduces men.
What They Do: Drains life energy through intimate encounters.
Appearance: Attractive, sometimes with bat wings and horns.
15. Incubus
Description: Male counterpart to the succubus.
What They Do: Preys on women, draining their life force.
Appearance: Handsome, often with dark or demonic features.
16. Dullahan
Description: Headless horseman from Irish mythology.
What They Do: Rides a black horse, heralding death.
Appearance: Carries their own head, glowing eyes, wearing dark armor.
17. Necromancer
Description: Sorcerer who commands the dead.
What They Do: Raises and controls undead creatures.
Appearance: Dark robes, carrying a staff or book of spells.
18. Hellhound
Description: Fiery, demonic dog from hell.
What They Do: Guards the underworld, hunts souls.
Appearance: Large black dog with glowing red eyes and flames.
19. Draugr
Description: Undead Norse warrior.
What They Do: Guards treasure and attacks intruders.
Appearance: Bloated, decaying corpse with armor.
20. Chupacabra
Description: Beast that preys on livestock.
What They Do: Drains blood from animals, mainly goats.
Appearance: Reptilian, with spines and sharp teeth.
21. Djinn
Description: Ancient spirit capable of granting wishes, often with a trick.
What They Do: Manipulates wishes to harm the wish-maker.
Appearance: Wispy, ethereal, with sometimes human features.
22. Yurei
Description: Vengeful spirit from Japanese folklore.
What They Do: Haunts those who wronged them in life.
Appearance: Pale, disheveled, with long, dark hair.
23. Headless Horseman
Description: Decapitated rider seeking revenge.
What They Do: Rides at night, often hunting for a head.
Appearance: Headless, in dark clothing, riding a black horse.
24. Gorgon
Description: Snake-haired monster that can turn people to stone.
What They Do: Hunts or curses those who look upon her.
Appearance: Female, with snakes for hair and a terrifying visage.
25. Kraken
Description: Giant sea monster, often attacking ships.
What They Do: Destroys ships, drags sailors underwater.
Appearance: Gigantic, tentacled beast resembling an octopus.
26. Nosferatu
Description: An older, monstrous version of a vampire.
What They Do: Preys on blood, more feral than elegant vampires.
Appearance: Rat-like features, bald, with elongated claws.
27. Shtriga
Description: Witch from Albanian folklore that preys on children.
What They Do: Sucks life energy from young children.
Appearance: Elderly, shriveled, with a long, pointed nose.
28. Jiangshi
Description: Chinese hopping vampire.
What They Do: Drains life force, hopping instead of walking.
Appearance: Rigid, dressed in ancient attire with a pale face.
29. Aswang
Description: Filipino shapeshifting creature.
What They Do: Hunts humans, especially at night.
Appearance: Changes from human to monstrous form with long tongue.
30. Noppera-bo
Description: Japanese faceless ghost.
What They Do: Terrifies people by erasing their face.
Appearance: Normal human but with a blank face.
31. Kitsune
Description: Fox spirit from Japanese folklore.
What They Do: Plays tricks on humans, can possess or enchant.
Appearance: Fox with multiple tails or as a human with fox traits.
32. Rakshasa
Description: Demonic being from Hindu mythology.
What They Do: Devours humans, uses magic to deceive.
Appearance: Animal-like face, often with fangs and claws.
33. Wraith
Description: Malevolent spirit tied to a place of death.
What They Do: Harms those who enter their territory.
Appearance: Shadowy, with skeletal hands and a hooded cloak.
34. Ghast
Description: Larger, more terrifying version of a ghoul.
What They Do: Consumes living and dead flesh.
Appearance: Grayish, skeletal, with sharp teeth.
35. Kappa
Description: Water demon from Japanese folklore.
What They Do: Drowns humans and feeds on them.
Appearance: Humanoid with a beak, webbed hands, and water-filled head.
36. Selkie
Description: Mythical seal creature that transforms into human form.
What They Do: Lives as human on land, as a seal in water.
Appearance: Human with soft features, seal-like in water.
37. Manananggal
Description: Filipino monster that detaches its torso to fly.
What They Do: Feeds on unborn children and blood.
Appearance: Upper body separates and grows wings at night.
38. Gashadokuro
Description: Giant skeletal monster from Japanese folklore.
What They Do: Crushes and devours people.
Appearance: Enormous, skeletal, with fiery eyes.
39. Pontianak
Description: Vengeful female spirit from Malaysian folklore.
What They Do: Attacks men, especially those who wronged her in life.
Appearance: Beautiful, but transforms into a blood-stained, terrifying figure with long nails.
40. Strigoi
Description: Undead creature from Romanian folklore, precursor to modern vampires.
What They Do: Rises from the grave to feed on blood or energy.
Appearance: Gaunt, pale, with sharp teeth, sometimes bearing claw-like nails.
41. Demon
Description: Evil entity from various mythologies.
What They Do: Possesses or torments humans, spreading chaos.
Appearance: Often with horns, red skin, and menacing features, sometimes invisible.
42. La Llorona
Description: âThe Weeping Womanâ from Mexican folklore.
What They Do: Wanders near bodies of water, crying for her lost children.
Appearance: Pale, drenched in white, with a sorrowful, ghostly presence.
43. Kelpie
Description: Shape-shifting water spirit from Scottish folklore.
What They Do: Lures people, usually children, into water to drown them.
Appearance: Often a beautiful horse, but can appear as human.
44. Dybbuk
Description: Malevolent spirit from Jewish folklore.
What They Do: Possesses living people, usually to fulfill unfinished business.
Appearance: Invisible, but exerts dark energy around the possessed.
45. Hag
Description: Wicked, old woman often associated with witchcraft.
What They Do: Casts curses, manipulates people, sometimes feeds on fear.
Appearance: Elderly, with wrinkled skin, often carrying magical trinkets.
46. Mare
Description: Spirit that causes nightmares.
What They Do: Sits on the chests of sleeping people, creating disturbing dreams.
Appearance: Shadowy, mist-like figure, sometimes with a vague human shape.
47. Fenrir
Description: Gigantic, mythical wolf from Norse mythology.
What They Do: Destined to bring about Ragnarok, devouring gods.
Appearance: Massive, fierce wolf with powerful jaws.
48. Tengu
Description: Supernatural creatures from Japanese folklore, part bird and part human.
What They Do: Mischievous or malevolent; protect forests and mountains.
Appearance: Humanoid with bird wings, red face, and often a long nose.
49. Doppelganger
Description: An exact double or duplicate of a living person.
What They Do: Appears to forewarn misfortune or even bring harm.
Appearance: Identical to a specific person, but with an eerie, lifeless presence.
50. Nightmare Horse
Description: Fiery, demonic horse that haunts dreams and the night.
What They Do: Gallops through night skies, bringing fear to those who see it.
Appearance: Black horse with glowing red eyes and flaming mane and hooves.
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