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CW: This fic contains:

-Vore with GRAPHIC digestion and soul vore

-Elements of Peril/Horror

"Getting Drunk (Again)" was initially written around August '25 and posted on Furaffinity

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Getting Drunk (Again)

(CW: This fic contains-

-Vore with GRAPHIC digestion & soul vore

-Elements of peril / horror

Something felt very off.

Sure, you weren’t the best sleeper, but 98% of the time, you usually woke up while laying in a bed. Sometimes, you ended up on the floor or dozing off in a chair, but never anything too weird.

As your eyes opened, still a bit blurry from sleep, you felt strangely weightless. Like you were floating.

Floating…?

The thought ran through your sleep-deprived mind. You don’t recall buying a waterbed last night. Hell, you thought they stopped making those damned things.

You tried to right yourself in an attempt to sit up.

Instead, you plunged into a dark ocean, the fluids rushing into your nostrils and down your throat.

Panic surged. Your eyes stung from the liquid you were submerged in, forcing them shut. You flailed your limbs, thinking you were ascending to the surface, when in all reality, you were just sinking further and further. Your lungs ached, desperate for fresh air.

• CLINK -

Your head bumped into something hard, the unyielding surface stopping you in your tracks.

Fuck...air. Need...to breathe!

You desperately paddled through the liquid, propelling yourself towards a different direction, hopefully towards the surface. Your lungs were practically screaming, the lightheadedness making it difficult to tell where exactly you were going, and-

You breached the surface.

The gasp of fresh air was short-lived. Your breaths were frequently interrupted by your lungs forcing up the offending fluid you were submerged in. You kicked your legs, desperate to stay afloat, as you cleared your throat of liquids.

Fear subsided_,_ as you finally were able to normally breathe. Your legs maintained a steady rhythm in the liquid, remaining on the surface of the strangely dark ocean you found yourself in.

That scent…

Fruit. Spice. Something distinctly oaken. Balsamic…?

And alcohol.

The scent strangely reminded you of that one time you tried the fancy French restaurant downtown. You usually didn’t drink much, and when you did, you preferred something easy to down, like an alcoholic seltzer. But you couldn’t help but try one of those fancy French wines while you were dining. You recall the spectacle of just simply asking for a glass, barely able to pronounce the name of the vintage to your waiter as he rolled his eyes at you before leaving to fetch a bottle. When he returned and popped the cork off, he poured the crimson liquid into the wine glass, the red fluid staining the crystal.

You remember hating your first sip. The taste was...so bitter. It left an aftertaste that you just couldn’t appreciate. Oh well. At least you tried.

The liquid you were floating in now reminded you of that fine wine, the scent cloying, the taste on your lips…

Wait a second, where exactly the hell are you? Is this some kind of strange winery? What even happened last night?

Your head ached as you tried to recall the events of the previous evening, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle.

You just finished up going out for a quick bite, wondering when fast-food became so ridiculously overpriced. On your way back to your apartment, you bumped into a tall figure that smelled oddly of peaches, whiskey and cigarette smoke. A green-scaled anthro dragonness, about 9 feet tall, with long red hair and the most mysterious magenta-colored eyes. She looked mildly annoyed that you bumped into her, despite your apology.

You walked around her, smiling awkwardly, then hurrying down the street. You opened up your web browser on your phone to continue reading the article you were interested in earlier.

“_ Vore: Sexual Consumption .” The headline of the article flashed. An amused smile formed on your lips as you read about the rather _interesting kink, unsure what to really think of it.

You recall that a clawed hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder. You dropped your phone in a panic, as you were whirled around to face your assailant.

The same dragonness from earlier, her magenta-colored eyes piercing through yours. A mischievous smile on her muzzle.

“Interesting readin’ material ya’ got there, lad!” Her thickly-accented Irish brogue rolled off of her pink forked tongue. “Perhaps I should introduce you to Reflection 88 one day. Whole universe got ate, now just eternally digesting. Fun stuff!”

Before you could pull away, the dragonness leaned forward, her smile widening into a wicked grin. “But, I think I’ve got somethin’ better in mind for ya’. A wee bit more personal.”

The dragonness raised her hand paw and snapped her claws. “Enjoy the ride, boy-o. We call this one ‘plot convenience.’

You blacked out...and woke up here.

You shook your head, groaning with frustration. Last night’s events barely added up. Wherever you are, you know you need to get outta here.

Looking up above the dark liquid, you saw what appeared to be a faint reflection of yourself gazing back at you. Almost like a window of sorts. Like a window made of glass.

The strange glass wall extends upward, reaching its peak far above your head, surrounding you on all sides. You could barely make out the rafters of the ceiling, soft moonlight illuminating the dark space.

A rather uneasy feeling began to creep in. The strange liquid that smelled like wine...the glass that surrounded you on all sides…

...Am I in a giant wine glass?

They don’t make wine glasses this big. You feel like you’ve ended up the victim of a strangely elaborate prank.

­_ -CRASH!- _

You would have jumped three feet into the air if you were on solid ground, the cacophony of sound ringing in your ears. Like someone had slammed open a door.

What the hell is happening?!

* * *

Raix SolHart slammed the door behind him, his black-and-gold longcoat drenched in blood.

The vampiric anthro dragon sighed bitterly to himself, having just entered from his private study backstage where he slept. Moonlight illuminated his features, the soft light shining from one of the broken stained glass windows that lined the abandoned opera house he called “home”. Ebony scales covered most of his body, broken up by the crimson accents and markings on his lithe form. His long, tousled silvery-white hair was all a mess, matted down with blood that wasn’t his own. His blue-and-red heterochromatic eyes appeared tired and somewhat unfocused.

In his right hand, he was carrying a bottle of Bordeaux, as droplets of red wine dripped from his clawed fingertips.

“Another assassin...another kill.” Raix slurred to himself, wiping his muzzle clean of residual blood and wine. “The clan’s getting sloppy.”

A sharp laugh arose from his throat, as Raix lifted the bottle of wine to his lips. “Either that, or I’ve gotten better.” He smirked, taking a long pull of the drink. With each strained swallow, his red-scaled throat bulged, sending the wine down into his stomach to join the blood he had drank from his would-be assailant earlier that night.

Raix swayed a bit, already halfway through the bottle. Even when inebriated, he desired to put on a show, even if it was only for himself. Stepping forward with a black-leather boot, the cuff reaching his knee, he twirled around in a pirouette, coat flowing behind him, tail dragging along the floor.

“Ah, Non, rien de rien / No, I regret nothing…” His theatrical baritone echoed throughout the opera house, Raix singing to himself, mixing his own home language with English, spilling wine along the floorboards that made up the stage that he was dancing towards. “Car ma vie, car mes joies / Today, it starts with you!”

The French vampiric dragon emerged from behind the faded crimson curtain, stepping out onto the main platform of the theater. “Oh, mon merveilleux public! My wonderful audience!” Raix cried out to the empty seats. “Thank you, thank you. I pray you all enjoyed the show tonight.” He bowed deeply, holding the bottle close to his chest.

“Gods, get a hold of yourself, you stupid drunk bastard.” Raix muttered to himself mid-bow, before he straightened himself up to his full height.

Raix sighed wearily, boots rapping against the wooden planks of the stage that was littered with unsent letters and discarded manuscript pages, uncaring of what he crushed underfoot. In the middle of the sea of disposed literature, a lone table of oak sat center-stage. Piles of paper covered most of the desk, a quill laying prone on the surface, adjacent to its inkwell for writing. As well as a glass of unfinished red wine, the surface strangely rippling, yet unnoticed by the drunken vampire.

He continued to idly hum to himself, as Raix reached the desk, pulling out the wooden chair that scraped against the planks of the stage. “Forgot about you.” Raix mused to himself, his mismatched eyes gazing at the glass of wine on the table. “We were so rudely interrupted. But I came back. I always do.” He then snapped his gaze towards the empty seats of the theater. Save for one figure that sat in a chair, his blood staining the crimson fabric of the seat he was slumped in, his chest impaled by a large wooden stake.

Raix’s pointed ears twitched, a smug smile on his lips. He flopped backward into his seat. “Ah, you just couldn’t wait 5 minutes, mon parasite?” He mocked the dead vampiric dragon in the theater. “I was more than happy to duel you, fair-and-square. But you just had to interrupt my writing, didn’t you?” He holds the bottle up in a toast towards the corpse. “I salute you, my fallen foe! The night started as a tragedy, yet you have turned it into quite the comedy. If I remember you, I may write a bit part for you in Act Three.” Raix chuckled to himself as he upended the bottle of wine over his muzzle, guzzling down the rest of the crimson liquid, his tongue undulating with each swallow.

The vampire slams the now-empty bottle flat atop the table, sending a ripple across the surface of the lone glass of wine sitting on the desk. “And down goes another one.” Raix rasped in a lower voice to himself. “But, we’ve one last drink tonight before we retire. The victor does deserve the spoils after all.”

Raix’s claws wrapped around the stem of the wine glass. Blood-and-wine-drunk, he was utterly oblivious to a small figure within the dark liquid inside. His alcohol-addled mind began to slip into its dark corners.

“Hundreds of pages. Thousands of words. Thoughts unspoken…” He rasped to himself. “Now, another dead fool on my doorstep. A wasted night.” Raix sighed. “This damned tragedy always at my heels. All whilst I try to put my heart into words.” A soft laugh, laced with sardonic weariness. “A story no one will never see, written by a broken fool that’s too stubborn to quit.”

Raix raises the glass of wine, a subtle smirk on his lips, the smile not reaching his eyes.

“A toast, mon cheri. To another night of wonderful misery and to many more. Until oblivion takes all.”

The vampire dragon holds the glass to his muzzle…

* * *

Quite literally, your entire world was rocked, as Raix picked up the glass with you in it.

It didn’t take long for you to put two-and-two together. You’re not sure how you’ve been shrunk down or why you ended up in this dangerous position. Frankly, you didn’t care either. The only thing on your mind was the giant dragon’s snout that was steadily approaching.

He can’t see me, he can’t see me, oh fuck.

You flailed your arms around. You screamed at the top of your lungs. Anything to get the attention of the black-and-red scaled dragon that was about to take a sip from his wine. With you in it.

Whether it was because you were far too small to be heard, or because the dragon was too drunk to notice you at all, he made no signs of stopping. His lips were stained with the faintest crimson, the heady scent of red wine mixing in with the metallic scent of something like blood, as well as an overbearingly sweet smell that resembled a mixture of honey-and-vanilla.

The dragon’s lips barely parted, letting you see the hint of an azure-colored forked tongue just inside of his muzzle.

O-Oh...oh, god no.

The crystal rim of the wine glass met the dragon’s lower lip, as he tilted the container towards his maw.

Gravity shifted. The small pond of wine you were submerged in became a stream. You could see the dragon’s sharp fangs and teeth, easily capable of shredding you to pieces. Your arms paddled uselessly, the current too strong to fight against.

The dawning realization that you were about to become a mere accidental snack for this drunken vampiric dragon made your stomach drop. Knowing that soon enough, your fate would be sealed inside of his stomach.

You reached the end of the glass, getting a good look at your destination. The flesh within his muzzle was blue, the roof of his maw ridged. A uvula hung in the back of his mouth, the bulbous tip hanging between the tonsils, throat already convulsing as he swallowed the wine that poured into his mouth. You let out a pathetic squeal, as you tumbled over the lips and fangs and onto a warm, spongy surface, feeling it give slightly underneath. Blue. Forked at the tip.

His tongue.

Another sharp cry of panic escaped from your mouth, as you immediately wrapped your arms around the undulating muscle, desperate to hang on.

Suddenly, you heard (and felt) a sound, the confused vocalization that arose from Raix’s depths vibrated through your very bones.

* * *

“What the-”

Raix blinked, rudely snapped awake and away from his dark thoughts and drunken state-of-mind.

He could taste the usual notes of his personal favorite Bordeaux vintage. Black currant, spices, plums, followed by a bitter and earthy aftertaste that lingered on the tongue, fitting for his wounded spirit. But there was something else. Something...new. An unfamiliar weight on his tongue. Nothing like a piece of cork or some other form of sediment.

“Hells, this is...different.” He thought. Raix’s tongue idly pressed the strange item against the ridged roof of his maw. The rest of the wine inside of his muzzle was drained to the back of his mouth to swallow, leaving his maw empty, save for whatever dregs leftover, and this invasive thing in his wine.

* * *

The vampire dragon’s blue tongue rammed against your chest, knocking the wind out of your lungs. Your saliva-slickened fingers slipped, losing their grasp on the muscle. The ridged roof of the maw dug into your backside.

You could feel the back of the tongue undulate underneath your legs, arching some. Your feet pressed against a strange fleshy bulb, what could only be the uvula spilling over the tongue, as the wine pooled towards the back of the dragon’s mouth and-

_ -GLRK- _

The swallow was deafening. The sheer volume of the wet gulp behind you almost made you lose your grip entirely, driving home how dire the situation truly had become. The only hope you had was that you might be spit out. If only there was some way you could signal the dragon that you were a living, breathing person and not just some stray piece of nothing inside of his mouth.

“H-HEYYYY!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, the sound being drowned out by the dragon’s breathing, each breath akin to a giant blacksmith bellows. Your teeny voice was no match for the din of wet flesh shifting about within the maw or his idle lip smacks.

As the tongue lowered, leaving you in the center of the maw, you tried to squirm atop the muscle, trying to move about as much as possible.

Another confused, yet intrigued sound that escaped the throat thundered in your ears, the tongue tip prodding against your face. “_ UGH! _” You groaned with disgust, the forked tips playing against your body. Saliva flooded your mouth and your nostrils, completely drenching you as the dragon tried to find out exactly what you were.

The tingling of tastebuds tickled your form as the inquisitive tongue explored your body. The azure-colored muscle shifted underneath, making any attempt to find a stable position to weather out the storm impossible. Like a giant snake, the tongue poked and prodded at you, the tip folding over-in on itself to press you against the spongy surface.

“Nn...nngh, s-stop!” You tried to scream, but your face was buried in what felt like layers of slick, yet powerful muscle. The forked tip coiled around your body, the tongue wriggling against your form. You squirmed, trying to free yourself from the grasp. Only for the tongue to easily maneuver you, the muscular organ lifting you over the terrifyingly sharp teeth to press your form against the inside of the vampiric dragon’s cheek. Smooth flesh against your back, the tongue continued to inspect your body, light occasionally filtering in from the dragon’s lips every time they parted.

* * *

“This...thing is alive.” Raix felt like he should be disgusted. Like he should spit it out.

“Gods only knows what it really is. It could be some form of roach or a filthy gutter rat, for fuck’s sake.” The thought made him shudder. However, his sensitive tongue couldn’t feel the hard exoskeleton of an insect. He couldn’t taste the filth of a rat, a flavor he was unfortunately all too familiar with, back when he was trying to survive in the tenements of Strasbourg as a mortal.

“This... thing is...actually quite flavorful.” An amused smirk came to his lips. “Gods knows I’m drunk enough to not give a damn anyways. I doubt I’ll even remember this next I wake” His tongue proceeded to lick between the thing’s legs.

“Gods, that’s good.” His eyes began to close. A soft purr escaped his throat, morphing into a chuckle. “Chances are, they have blood and a soul as well...just means a bit more fuel for the fire within, heh.”

Raix’s lips pursed, his jaw working as he suckled on the tiny little thing inside of his maw.

* * *

The dragon’s growl of bliss resonated throughout your entire body, the tongue merciless as it toyed with you against the cheek. With every lip smack, you could see the ivory, dagger-like fangs right in front of you, a reminder of the danger you’re in. Not that you needed any additional things to worried about, considering your entrapment within the living, blue-colored cavern of the dragon’s mouth.

Then..._ pressure _.

The vacuum built within the maw, focused entirely on the pocket of cheek that you’re currently stuck against. Everything felt like it was being drawn away from your form. You clenched your eyes, fearful of what may happen if you tried to keep them open during the experience. The saliva that drenched you, the sweat on your body, it all felt like it was being sucked out of you.

-Schlorrrrp-

Oh god, he’s savoring me…

The sensation reminded you of when you’d used to suckle on a piece of hard candy from the store. Only now, you were the treat instead.

Ears popped. Precious oxygen felt like it was being pulled away from your body. Every fiber of your being felt like it was threatening to come apart at the seams.

Just as it felt like you had reached your limit, the pressure relented as the tongue scooped you up and away from the cheek, placing your form towards the center, your face pressed into the groove in the middle of the tasting muscle.

The pressure suddenly resumed, now rhythmical in nature, as your head was forced against the roof of the maw by the tonguetip, the back of the tongue shifting and undulating against your crotch and legs. Each release, you could hear the dragon’s growls of pleasure from your taste. “Mmph...mmm...SLRRP...glp.” The giant monster swallowing down the saliva inside of its muzzle occasionally.

You tried to open your eyes, spots dancing along your vision, saliva practically dripping from your eyelids. You were absolutely drenched in the stuff, all while you were treated as nothing more, but a confectionery to a god.

The tongue rolled your body around, your feet grazed the uvula. You saw the world framed by the lips that parted with each slurp. Difficult to make out with all the fluids, you swore you could see a bulge tenting in the ebony slacks of your devourer.

At least someone is enjoying this…

The bitter thought was interrupted as you were tossed about once again, the tongue relentless as it flipped you around with ease, now head-first towards the back of his mouth.

The convulsing flesh never ceased in its movement, the uvula dangling side-to-side with each slurp and swallow, the wider back of the tongue rising and falling with each gulp.

You felt the tongue arch against your legs, the width of the tongue increasing underneath your body. Tastebuds growing more numerous in number, the surface becoming rougher.

Oh. He’s...really going to do it, isn’t he?

Terror flooded your veins, the adrenal rush setting your nerves aflame. You tried to thrash, squirm and scream. The reality of your situation truly setting in now. You became more determined to put up some kind of fight before it was all over for you.

PLEASE, no! Get me outta here! I don’t wanna be eaten!

Your panicked thoughts could not change what was happening to you. The tongue rose ever higher, the movement lazily executed, as a predator enjoyed its meal. For you, it was a death sentence.

The uvula pressed against your forehead, then glided over your skull and draped along your back. The tongue started to dip down. You could just barely make out the winking, fleshy and tight entrance to the gullet, glistening in the sheen of saliva and other fluids.

The sight ceased your struggles and silenced your cries. Inevitability set in.

You were not a living, breathing and thinking person anymore, one with goals and hopes for the future. No, the only future left for you was down this hole and into your tomb of flesh. You’re no longer anyone or anything anymore.

_ You were food. _

Gravity set in. You slipped downwards, the epiglottis shuddering as you passed head-first. The uvula tickled your feet as you slid down. The tight entrance to the gullet pressed against your face. The muscles relaxed and-

* * *

_ -GLRP- _

Raix swallowed, a breathy moan following the gulp.

“Merde...oh my…”

_ -GLCK- _

Another wet swallow, Raix leaning his head back with the motion. A sharp exhale escaping his muzzle.

“H-aah...haah…” Raix alternated between short breaths and moans, feeling himself leak between his legs. “Gods...what a treat.”

The vampire dragon licked his lips with his blue, forked tongue, a smirk forming on his muzzle. The lump that represented his mysterious little snack slid down his crimson-scaled throat.

“...Really felt good when they were kicking on the way down.”

* * *

The descent wasn’t a freefall. It was more like being embraced tightly by a wall of flesh, being forced and squeezed down a passageway. The vampire’s irregular heartbeat drummed away deep-inside his body as you slid into his depths.

You struggled, despite knowing it won’t do much good at this rate. You kicked your legs out, arms scrambling for purchase against the rippling flesh that continuously dragged you downward. You wished he would choke on you.

The sensations were rapid, constant and overstimulating. You could feel his throat vibrate around you as he spoke, the words muffled and difficult to make out properly, yet booming in your ears. Your face pressed against the tight entrance to what you could only assume was the stomach, stale air threatening to suffocate you.

Suddenly, the sphincter yielded to you, the peristalsis of the esophagus forcing you downward into the larger chamber within the vampire dragon. A gurgling groan announced your presence. You slid into the chamber of dissolution, your body pressed against the slick, yet muscular folds of the stomach, a tingling sensation already spreading through your body.

Darkness reigned, as all light had been snuffed out, your world becoming void of sight, yet filled with the growls of digestion and the all-consuming fear of a painful, grisly death.

You took a breath. A truly horrible move to make right now.

Thick, acrid air filled your lungs. It wasn’t just stale, it was hostile to your very being. You attempted to lunge to your feet, yet the uneven, constantly shifting “ground” made it difficult to find footing. You stumbled, stepping into a slurry of gastric fluids, enzymes, acid, blood and wine. A slurry that you will no doubt add to.

The stomach contracted, muscles rippling around your form and the mess within the gut. The growling gurgle was constant and ever-present, a dirge that was accompanied by a beating heart.

The tingling of the fluids around your form grew to a slight acidic burn. Your legs within the slurry, however…

A falsetto-like wail joined the dirge that surrounded you within the stomach. The sound was your own voice, screaming in agony. Flesh eroded, exposing raw nerves and musculature. You took a deep breath to cry out again, only to fill your lungs with the oppressive air.

You stumbled. You coughed, hacked and wheezed. Flesh sloughed off your legs like fresh paint on a canvas. Despite the darkness taking away your vision, your eyes stung from the acidic air and fluids. Frantically blinking and clenching your eyes, you were attempting to do anything to get it out, but nothing worked.

The churning stomach growled relentlessly, the deafening gurgles almost eclipsing the sheer amount of pain and agony you were in.

“_ SHUT UP!!!!” _ You desperately howled out, only to bring about another coughing fit.

* * *

“Oh, mes dieux…” Raix groaned, his hand paw rubbing over his slim stomach. A low chuckle escaped his throat, finally starting to come down from his drunken delirium.

He slowly stood, moving to return to his private, windowless study. “Think I’ll sleep the rest of you off, my sweet, little passenger.”

“Au revoir, my mysterious and oh-so­ d _é__ licieux_ treat.”

* * *

Unsurprisingly, the hellish fleshscape you were trapped in did not answer your protests.

Stumbling again, you slouched against the constantly rippling and shifting fold of flesh that made up the stomach wall. The pain around your legs had subsided, save for the burning nerve damage that traveled up the rest of your body. While you were unable to see, the muscles and nerves around your legs were almost completely gone, leaving behind gore-soaked bones.

Every moment the agony of digestion felt like it was about to ease, pain flared anew elsewhere. Your throat and lungs were raw from your screaming and the acidic air, as you constantly coughed, wheezed and rasped in pain. You were beginning to forget what life was like without this level of pain.

Forget...what am I...forgetting?

The terror of death was frightening enough, yet a new and horrific sense began to well up within you. A numbness. Not of your nervous system being eaten away, but of _ nothingness _.

Unaware of the nature of what was happening to you, it felt like your very being was beginning to get scrubbed and eroded away by the acids. Not only were you devoured by a vampiric dragon with a taste for wine, he also happened to be a soul-eater.

The acids that worked on breaking down your body was nothing compared to the violation of your very being. Your mind, shattered beyond repair from the intense agony, was so desperately trying to hold onto even just the most basic thoughts that seemed to vanish.

The spare key you kept under the mat for your apartment; forgotten. The simple joy of reading amusing time-wasters on your phone...now gone and replaced with nothing. It was like your mind itself was being devoured. Melting away, much like your body.

What was I doing...last night? Who did I talk to? Where was I going?

The mental images in your mind were set aflame, turning to ash and scattering away in the breeze.

M-mom...dad?

A base, child-like plea, as you begged for safety and comfort. Their faces blurred. The names of your friends slipped from your brain. Your desperate cry for salvation...already forgotten.

Your eyelids felt heavy, your body not only exhausted from the sheer lack of oxygen and extreme amount of pain you were suffering, but also from just losing your sense of self.

Why should I stay awake? I don’t remember. Why should I be here? How did I get here? Was this what my life always was like?

A sudden thought blossomed in the sea of nothingness. A frightful realization.

Not only would you be digested as a meal tonight, you would disappear _ completely _.

Your favorite memory. The one you held onto, even in the darkest of times in your life. One that meant something only to you, that you couldn’t even bear to name it.

What...was it? It gave me purpose and now…

The terror of losing your sense of self eroded next. All thoughts, all dreams that would nourish the soul-eater, now sinking within the abyssal depths of his own soul.

My name?

You tried to say the words, even as your lips dissolved from the acids. It felt strange and alien to you.

...What even is a name?

And then, _ you were gone. _

Afterword

End Notes

As mentioned in the beginning notes, I have included some art of the characters mentioned in this fic that I have commissioned.

Raix SolHart (Done by https://bsky.app/profile/drgngold.bsky.social )