#neyonic

[neyonic]

This episode of bluey is called Rain. :)

I love this episode. It is cozy in a way and the music is just great.

[wonderinc-sonic]

A song: mentions running

Me shaking and twtitching: woag...... i k ow a guy like tthat

[ammaterasu]

Naruto “Jane, be still; don't struggle so, like a wild frantic bird that is rending its own plumage in its desperation” Uzumaki

Sasuke “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you” Uchiha

[aaami]

Kajo has a couple of scars on her left arm/shoulder, she got them in Helgen, when Alduin attacked. Doesn’t really know how exactly, what exactly did it, only remembers seeing her sleeve completely drenched in blood. Maybe there was some pain too, but she was too focused on getting the hell out of Helgen alive.

Neyon quickly used a spell to stop the bleeding, but didn’t have time to administer a proper healing spell to close the wounds up, so the scars remain.

(Kajo and Neyon met in Helgen, both on their way to get executed for similar reasons; Neyon was actually trying to cross the border, whereas Kajo wasn’t even aware that she was so close to the border and got caught by a patrol.)

[stereoesque]

Went on like a 10 day bus trip to NYC. Here's some things I doodled on the bus c:

Jive; Neyon; Bowie & Samson; Ronnie

[coldfanbou]

lewd thoughts

sorry for the spam

but been loving the idea of hung!virgin nayeon whose never had anything other than her hands for pleasure

getting deepthroated by fem reader in a bathroom at a parrty jihyo hosted, nayeon who was talking big but as soon as readers mouth touches the base of her cock she immediately comes her legs failing her

reader giggling at nayeon not being able to stand on her shaky legs, getting pushed face first into the wall and pinned their by reader as reader rims her ass and fingers her cunt,

neyon trying to push reader away only to cum again, practically sitting on readers face unable to keep herself standing

Don't worry about the spam. Thanks for your ideas, Blep! You deserve this one

She seemed confident as she brought you into the bathroom, away from the party. She pulled up her skirt, revealing her cock. It was still soft but one of the biggest you'd seen. Nayeon talked a lot about being able to make you see stars with it, you'd just need to get her hard. You kneel down before Nayeon, not able to wrap your hand around her shaft. She smirked at you with all the confidence she could muster. You open your mouth wide and take her in. Your lips are stretched apart by her size, still you move forward, your tongue dragging along the undersode of her cock as you show Nayeon what you can do. You feel her hit the back of your throat. You were nearly at the base, and you push a bit further. As soon as you hit her pelvis, Nayeon's legs seemed to go weak. Her body shakes and you feel her cock throb as she cums down your throat. You breathe through your nose as take every drop down your gullet. You push your tongue out of your mouth, tapping it against her balls and making Nayeon moan.

Once she's done, you slowly pull back. Inch by inch you back away, your tongue slithering along her shaft. You give the tip a loving kiss before sta ding back up. You could see Nayeon was still weak. Turning her around and pushing her against the cool tile wall, you decide to tease her. You squat down and spread Nayeon's cheeks. She tries to stop you, but as your tongue pushes into her asshole she stops struggling. Her legs nearly give way. She's practically using your face as a seat when you yake things up a notch. Your snake, your hands up her leg, and brush her slit quickly, feeling hoe slick it is. You push your fingers deep inside, her walls clutching at your fingers as she climaxes agains, coating the wall in a thick layer of cum.

[cryptidwritings]

Do you mind talking a little about 'Maroon?'

-verkja

Ooh okay. So, Maroon is a prequel to Make Me Alpha, which is my... paranormal? Fantasy? fic about werewolves in modern society. Neither are published (Make Me Alpha used to be on Wattpad, but I've since deleted it), so I'm going to be as vague as possible just in case I feel like revisiting them in the future.

Lily Bloodrose (formerly Lily Maroon) is the MC. She is the boss of a werewolf underground syndicate in the city of Neyon. MMA is more about another character named Bridgette, who meets Lily after escaping a place where they torture and experiment on werewolves. There's a whole scandal, including the fact that Adamo Bloodrose, Lily's late husband and former boss of formerly mentioned syndicate, was likely murdered.

Maroon explores her life before meeting Adamo, his death, and what ultimately leads to the events in MMA. I only have one chapter written, but here's an excerpt:

November 1st 2011

That was the day Lily called the police.

The flashing red lights attacked the streets of Neyon, speeding towards her distressed cries.

“He’s not breathing!” She sobbed to the operator, who quickly told her that help was on the way, and to remain calm.

The paramedics arrived first, transferring him from the floor to the gurney. Their gloved hands sopping in red. 

The look in their eyes the moment they saw his injuries told her everything, and her phone, still live with the operator, fell to the floor with a thud. Red and blue lights hit her eyes, but the world had somehow turned grey. Muted.

Her work clothes felt heavy. Her skirt dripped with crimson onto the tile of the kitchen. 

They offered to give her a ride. She accepted.

She saw how much they tried. She held his hand; it was warm, like a little life was still clinging to his fingertips, but she knew that warm to him was just as good as-

“Mrs. Bloodrose?”

Thank you for the ask @verkja !!

[scytalesucksatwriting]

"Think of it like a, ah, transponder," Myiir said. Even in a conversation between two people in a secure, remote location, the lanky creature kept his eyes and hands moving like a nervous tweaker. Kiire was soundly unimpressed by her brother's sudden appearance, much less the pushiness he brought with him. She supposed it was his norm, albeit a sickly and pathetic one.

"Myiir, every single fucking time you ask me to 'take' something of yours, it ends up being a goddamn catastrophe that I have to tidy up afterward. How much is it going to cost me to get you out of my life forever?"

He clicked his tongue in a self-satisfied, mocking way. "Depends, my darling sweet sister. We don't do normal lifetimes, remember? We're so much more than that, so I'll tell you: you can get a mortal's lifetime away from me if you just take this box and put it somewhere no shifty, clever little fiend will find it."

Kiire considered her options, and foolishly she tried her luck with a challenge of her own; "And if I refuse?"

She expected his immediate, instantaneous response: "Oh, I'll just kill you."

"You're not even wearing your own body, dipshit. What are you going to kill me with? I'll erase this entire block before you put your disgusting hands on me."

He could just about see the light in her eyes flare when he proceeded to wag his finger in her face. "Kiire, Kiire, Kiire! What good would that do? I mean, sure, yeah, you'll destroy this little suit I'm wearing. But I'll always find you, because you're family and I love you. And the next time I find you, I might not come in a fancy suit. I might bring something uglier, something you will very much dislike."

Frustration licked at her internally, a dying flame, but Kiire instead cocked her head back in a show of defiance. While usually eager to engage in petty verbal jousts with hated adversaries, Kiire did not have an immediate counter ready for her brother's threat, owed mostly to the fact that she knew he absolutely could--and would--make good on it.

Myiir rapidly tapped his fingers together, over and over again for no other reason than to fill the space between them with sound. His sister had so finely tuned her body that she was almost entirely silent, even in motion. Her vanity, to him, was a pitiful learned behavior, yet it was hardly the point of their exchange. He knew he could leverage it. "I can turn you into a grotesque wolf-man, too."

She made a sound of utter revulsion and swiped a hand through the air as though he were an illusion she could dispel. "You are unbearably disgusting and so are your idiotic pet projects. What are you going to give me in exchange for keeping your stupid box?"

"Um, well," Myiir smiled so broadly his lips seemed pulled just thin enough to crack apart, prompting another sound of disgust from his sibling. "I'll kill Neyon for you."

"Really."

"Mhm."

"You're going to waltz on into Drenquell's territory, and kill him? You realize you're already a hot topic over there, Myiir."

"Well," he laughed lightheartedly. "You make it seem so simple. I mean I'm going to abduct him first, obviously. I feel like a point-blank execution won't give me the closure I so, so deserve. Don't you think, Kiire? That I deserve closure?"

She took a step back without consciously realizing it. It was in the way that he had asked; how his voice went from a playful dismissal of the impossible to a strained, simmering desperation--it tripped an alarm in the back of her mind. Before she could think to play negotiator, Myiir elected to elaborate.

"Oh, you know me, Kiire. I really need that closure. I have so very much I need answered--like why you were the favorite child, and why he obsessively stalks you while spurning me. He's always done that, you know, to me. Specifically. It's like I don't exist to our father, but Kiire, this plan of mine is going to force him to finally acknowledge me. I will be seen. I will be heard. He will acknowledge me."

"Okay," Kiire exhaled, not even realizing she was a second away from choking on her own words. "Right, sure. But I'm not getting involved in this. I am not about to pick a fight with the most powerful territory in the system."

"About the response I'd expect from a small-time dictator, but sure, whatever. I just need you to take the fucking box. Put it somewhere no one's going to find it, and keep it hidden forever. Do you understand?"

His crimson eyes bored straight into her soul. A small, well-buried part of Kiire felt a shameful--yet indisputable--sense of dread. She resented the urgency forcing her compliance. She resented her own unpreparedness. She resented Myiir. And the worst part of the entire situation, she knew, was that whatever designs he had on their father would not simply end with their father. Kiire knew he would pursue her next.

"I got it. Drop your shit off and get out, Myiir."

Content, then, with their exchange, Myiir closed the distance Kiire had created between them and brushed her cheek with his thumb before she had the mind to smack his arm away. "Such a sourpuss. Don't worry though, I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other very soon."

Impulsively, she lunged forward with every intention of throttling him. Before she could even attempt to register it, the man before her had dematerialized and vanished without a trace.

[missladytale]

Happy birthday @neyonic 💕💕

[neyonic]

[sarathebunny]

Happy Birthday @neyonic ^v^ Have a wonderful day. I hope you like this lil gift. :3

[wintercorrybriea]

neyon_tree

[aaami]

morning doodle of my little breton mage Neyon

[stereoesque]

What's Neyon Hartz's backstory? Also, your art is awesome! :D

Thank you!! :D

Neyon was built by someone who was essentially building robots illegally. And though they had good intent, what they were doing drew concern to the people of Cynodome (a bustling futuristic city under a glass dome in the middle of a barren wasteland).

But Neyon was built specifically to be loved. The little heart on his chest? It's like a little glass vessel that fills with "love". It's literally his heart. And without love, he would not be able to function. It's like his blood.

Anywho, he was very loved by his creator until one day, they were taken away from him and killed. Neyon was now alone, and he knew if there was no one to love him, he would basically die.

So, to get revenge for his creator being taken away from him, he manages to take over Cynodome, forcing the people to love him. And it works. Why? Because he was able to hold the empress of Cynodome hostage and threatened to kill her if he didn't get his way. So her and her people give in (mostly because they didn't know what Neyon was cable of and didn't want to risk it) and it only fuels him to the point where he just becomes a huge narcissistic asshole hungry with power.

Cynodome is completely overthrown by him. And many citizens even start to side with him, turning Cynodome into his own little empire. Rules are changed. Everything is chaotic. And Neyon loves every second of it.

..And all of this happens just because he simply wanted to be loved :')

I hope all of this made sense XD! And thanks for the question!!

[desrac]

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[cheorry-web]

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