#and i'll figure something else out after that.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Fun thought.

The reader having feelings for someone else and even trying to kind of pursue them before her engagement to Dion.

Nothing serious, but I think it’d be very serious for Dion.

Hahaha

HAHAHA

WARNINGS: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior/thoughts, implied thoughts of murder, physical violence, choking, black mail, blood/self harm (Dion'd nails dig into his skin), thoughts of kidnapping the Reader. Please tell me if I missed any. Suggestive as well.

I don't really consider this a spoiler, but I'll put it utc just in case.

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Murder is the only thing on bro's mind. Well, that and the urge to kidnap you - it's always been a thought he shoves to the back of his mind. While tempting, it wouldn't work in his favor.

You see, back when he was 18 and you 17, he noticed that something was different about you around the time you had this... Crush.

Prettier dresses that showed a bit of your figure (everything you wore was pretty, but the style changed into something slightly more mature, but clearly still appropriate for your age. You had stopped wearing such clothing once the worthless man rejected you in favor for a woman who would cheat on him a month into the relationship. It was funny.

And little did he know that Dion was the one who steered that woman to his direction - money speaks louder than words. And carnal lust sometimes overtakes genuine feelings, especially when the 'love interest' was saving themselves for marriage. Not always, but there's always that one person).

It was a fleeting crush, but a crush is still a romantic and perhaps even a physical attraction - did you imagine that man kissing you? Hold you in a warm hug? Holding hands in the stairwell as you both escape from the busy ball room? Did you imagine whispering sweet nothings to each other under the stars?

No.

He wouldn't have it.

He noticed it during a gathering one day. Narrow crimson eyes as the second floor railing cracked under his grip, holding back every urge that would result in bloodshed.

You giggled with that man. Shyly smiled like a school girl. Seek him out in crowds. Brushed your fingers against his by 'accident' and whenever that would happen a faint shade of pink would spread on the apple of his cheeks. Innocent 'love' that you clearly deserved, but Dion has always been selfish.

Too selfish.

When you confessed, his nails broke skin, digging into his palm as he balls them into fists. He saw red. He thought about killing the bastard, but you were in Yggdrasil. Neutral land that was on the verge of cracking if someone made a move. Peace was never stable but breaking it right now?

Probably a bad idea.

The man told you, after a long pause, that he would think about it.

Obviously, you felt dejected. And Dion wanted nothing more than to sweep you into his arms, keep you, chain you up, hide you, isolate you -

Dion Agriche was always selfish. So much so that he put aside his true nature just to have you. But his leash is thin, ready to snap. No matter how much he wants you to want him in the same manner he does, he tries to keep his claws and teeth hidden.

Without realizing it, he had become your dog.

It's your fault. You changed him. Ruined him and there's an ugly part of him that wants to ruin you. Of course, he doesn't want to break you, he wants you to smile genuinely at him, maybe even kiss him.

He always feels disgusted with himself. But he yearns for you.

So much so that he made a plan to have the man walk away from you. He was 18, Dion's age, but his sexual urges were starting to show.

A woman who agreed to seduce him for money and to break his heart.

A knife grazing his neck. Hands around his neck as he choked him. Promises to ruin him and his family.

Listen, it's not just a crush to him. It's competition. A threat. Only because it's you, and the fear in your eyes the day you got rejected when you met his eyes? It could have driven you to another man, had you figured out he wanted you.

It's not a crush.

It's you taunting the beast that is Dion Agriche.

[lume-ish]

Yall i got super carried away

I wanted to draw some ideas I had of Trollex and Synth's parents and ended up with a sorta au and a little techno troll worldbuilding.

"Egg? I think you mean ball"

I like to think that Trollex was one of those kids that absolutely hated the idea of a sibling. One of those kids that gives the parents the meanest/most concerned side eye when he's first introduced to his sibling.

I think part of it is also cause Trollex had a very poor understanding of what a sibling was. Like his mom told him something like

"its like having a best friend for the rest of your life!"

"the rest of my life???" and he then thought Synth was going to stay small and crying for the rest of his life.

Idk I thought it was kinda funny.

But as they grow up they get more used to each-other and they argue(as siblings do) but they do end up becoming each other's best friend.

Anyway I imagine Synthia traveled a lot before meeting unamed other mom. Like her genre of music is still techno, just like techno adjacent?

Like I really like the idea of there being other smaller groups of techno trolls, like deep water techno trolls would be like maybe 2bit game-type music. Fresh water might be like idk techno pop, since they're closer to the other troll kingdoms. Oh wait no they're vocaloid.

Hatsune Miku Techno Troll.

Other mom is currently unnamed, I thought about calling her Beat-atrice like a play on Beatrice? She'd go by Queen Beat or Bea(Synthia would call her Bea) But idk, l'm still unsure. Anyway she's the Queen and I wanted her/her side to look more like Synth than Trollex cause i think it'd be fun to explore the feeling of a young King Trollex still trying to figure out how to rule without his parents' guidance and the fact that he looks so unlike his mom/past rulers would kind of be like the cherry on top yknow?

As much as he knows its foolish to think part of him wonders if Synth would be a better King than him, Synth is like the spitting image of their Mom/their Grandad.

When his mom was alive, she was always busy with Queenly duties and he never spent much time with her, (I have lore stuff for her too, I went a lil overboard) but one thing he does remember is that his Mom admired his grandad for being a good strong ruler. Thats why he's named after him. So he can't help but wonder if he's doing things right, if he's a good king, if his parents would be proud, if he's doing his grandfathers name justice and ruling the techno trolls in the right direction.

Uhh what else, I feel like Trollex would see his mom a lot in Synth. Mostly cause the 2 look so similar, but since Trollex never got to know his mom he doesnt realize that personality-wise he and his mom are super similar.

They probably would've gotten closer and formed a really tight bond as he grew up and was learning how to rule from her. Too bad that didn't happen.

Also Synth doesn't remember his parents. At all, he's seen their pictures so he knows what they look like but thats all he remembers them as, as pictures. It kinda killed Trollex when Synth told him that. Everyone else remembers them as rulers, but he remembers them as his moms, and even his memory of them as his moms have faded and warped overtime.

I have more tumbling around in my brain, most of it revolves around unnamed mom and her grandad/her family but I've got some ideas about Synthia's character and her life/family too.

Idk of I'll make more art or about it tho, might just write a bunch of words and post it lol.

[chunkitakii]

Lux Imperator/Mr. Ring-A-Ding NSFW headcannon!!!

I can imagine Lux/Ring being too energetic with his partner’s real body. Like he forgets the limits of the body and how sensitive it is. But that's what he loves about it.

i did this while i was fangirling over the toon. So here is this. (a little sloppy, i know).

WARNING: this will contain the reader being overstimulated, bondage with film strip, and Lux being an ass and not taking no for an answer.

“Aw come on sunshine, pretty please~” Lux begged you with puppy dog eyes, his hands just below his blue cartoon head in a pleading manner. Lux/Ring has been begging to play with you ever since you came to work at the theatre.

“Lux, you know how you get when you're energetic! You're reckless and careless, today I want to actually get some work done around here.” You declared down at him as you sweeped the dust off of the floor.

“Every time you want to play that game, I have to walk around with bruises and a tired body the whole day.” You huffed out while still keeping your eyes away from Lux.

“Oh come on babe! Just one round of patty cake. I promise that I will be extra-extra-EXTRA careful!” Lux continued as he hopped to your feet and pleaded. He made sure to put emphasis on the last extra. But you know that that was a broken promise.

You finally got the courage to look down from your broom and at Lux, a hard annoyed expression was still on your face. But that was hard to maintain even after seeing his sad, hopeless, glossy eyes.

Lux lip pushed out, all wobbly and pouty. He took his hat off to try and show you he really meant it, but you still didn’t trust it. You were also sure that there were violins playing a sad tune somewhere in the distance. Gosh he was dramatic…

“ugh…” you grunted out, slowly swiping your hand from your forehead to the bottom of your face. You knew you were going to regret this later. Lets just hole Lux will keep his promise to be careful this time.

“Fine, we can play patty cake…” You finally grunted out. Now giving the celluloid your full permission after hearing all of his whining. Ever since you came to work, playing with you was the only thing on his mind.

And by play, Lux means patty cake, and by patty cake…

well…you know what he means…

“Oh Stars! You won't regret this dearest! I'll make sure you have so much fun, you won’t even be able to breathe…”

“Lux!…Chill out!…” You whined out, trying to get Lux’s attention. But from your perspective, the celluloid was too busy using his fingers on something else. And that something else was you, your lower region.

You laid upon an old couch in a storage room within the theater. The old leather scraped upon your back, making you writhe in discomfort. But the discomfort was blanketed by the overwhelming pleasure as Lux sat between your legs.

One of Lux’s arms wrapped around your left leg, keeping you in place as he worked through you. The other was propped up on his hip so you were spread out in front of him.

Lux twisted and turned his fingers on and within you, playing with you, overstimulating you. His hands worked magic, but it honestly was its curse. Nomatter how hard you plead for him to either slow down or be gentle, it just falls on deaf ears. Instead, he will tell you that you could take more, and that you will take more of him.

His cute man/bug/pig face held so much admiration when he played with you. Lux’s eyes narrowed and were half lidded. His mouth turned into a snarky smirk, barely showing his pearly whites. The celluloids thin eyebrows furrowed and his antennae twisted and shook.

It wasn’t rocket science to figure out that he was focused on what seems like a puzzle piece. Lux’s body only worked to solve you, and give his full attention to you.

However, what Lux failed to realize was that he was overworking it. His hands fastened their pace and used more pressure than ever before. Lux often forgets how sensitive the human body is. But to him, that was the fun of it. Lux adored the way your body writhed under him. To him, that just means he was doing a good job in pleasuring you.

But in all honesty, Lux didn’t care what he did to bring you pleasure just as long as you singed for him, and only him.

Then with the flick of his hand, he had managed to bring you to a full buck underneath his hand. “Lux!… Chill, Please!” You cried out as you brought your hand out to grab his blue one, tring to make him stop for just a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was now becoming too much for you to handle. You need to tap out before he does anything else, and you wanted to get some work done today.

“Oh ho ho! Aren’t you sensitive today…I was being as gentle as I can be sunshine!” Lux brought his eyes from your lower parts to your eyes. You can see Lux trying to mask his mischievous face with a caring one, but you can see right through his mask. “Like hell you are! I can see what you are planning, so stop!” You argued, trying to push his hand away from your groin. But it was stuck as glue.

What made your hand falter and lose grip was that he did a swift flick of his hand, hitting a sweet spot. This action alone causes your body to weaken with pleasure. You drew out a loud sharp and breathy moan, your back arched away from the couch. And Lux threw out his famous laugh, except this time it was lower and quieter. It was more possessive.

Nobody knew your body like Lux did.

“Oh please, quite being such a baby. I'm just trying to relax you from a hard day of work. Won't Chu let me at least do that for you? Oh, how you worked so hard to feed me light, my little ray of sunshine…” Lux spoke smoothly, his voice was more lower, more scratchier, more sensual.

Normally, you would quickly melt just from his voice and his touch. Both were oh so delightful to feel and hear. Though, from past experiences, you know this was a tactic from Lux to get you to stay and let him use you dry. That little sly fox.

You could feel Lux slowly tightening his grip on your lower half, trying not to be noticed by you. You learned from your past mistakes, so this time you were not going to let it slide.

As quickly as you could, you sat up to try and pry Lux off of you. You are not leaving here with wobbly legs.

“Lux, please! I have to get back to-”

“Hold ‘er down, ladies!”

Suddenly, film strips had slid out from under the storage room door, and into the room. You feel yourself getting tied down by the wrists, making sure you cannot get up. They weren’t tight, but they were firm. They did not hold you down enough to hurt you, these “ladies” of his seem to not want to hurt you if anything.

You could hear Lux chuckle in front of you. That fucker knows what he is doing, and he knows that he is winning this fight.

“Don’t you worry sweet-cheeks, i’ll be sure to give little ol’ Pye a notice that you were feeling a little spent from today's work…”

I know this little fucker just LOVES to ruin you. Leaving you a sweaty, shaky, teary eyed mess just from him. He loves the thought of pushing your body to the limits.

Lux finds the sounds and faces you do pleasing to him. So he likes to make this a routine between you and him.

[orcelito]

Oh, how I have missed them

[torchstelechos]

Loop's such an unreliable narrator that I find it hard to believe that the Party didn't recognize them at least a lil bit. It was just soooo not the time to have a snack break breakdown about two (2) Siffrin's and what that means metaphysically and theoretically (and for Isabeau, relationship wise)

[handgiven]

give this post a like to entertain my shenanigans <3 [receive a closed starter from gwynn the witch]

[cuttledreams-bugs]

me trying to hype myself up to posting online again despite The Horror

[mcalhenwrites]

Still alive, writing and editing a lot and even drawing (mostly dragon sketches at work). Seasons has some new chapters now... I saw something earlier about writing being something you can hone by doing lots of reading and writing. I wonder when that will apply to me. I've read a lot of books this year. I have almost hit my goal of 90 books, and while a couple are nonfiction and half are comics, the rest are novels. I expect that to increase again, now that I'm going back to the library. (I stopped with the bed bug scare.) Then I'm setting aside time each week to write. I work on stories at work, even if it's mostly just planning. (My laptop is falling apart so I just gave up taking it to work.) Yet here I am, still the same idiot who doesn't have anything appealing enough for most people to read. I can't get 99% of my followers interested. Sales of Geckos have dropped to next-to-nothing. Nothing else I put out there matters either. The fault lies with me. I'm not good enough. After having this stupid blog for 12 years, I want to delete it. I want to delete my twitter account. I want to delete every single account and shut up for good. There is nothing I can offer. My writing is a good hobby for me. I can get pats on the head for doing a little thing for myself. Aww, look at the cute little dumbass adult doing wittle storwies!!! Isn't that silly!!! They're not good, but he's having fun during the process. Too bad he hasn't figured out that not even 39 more years of practice can save what he's handing out.

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[regular-lord-reckoner]

went and got my brakes done today and now i really just want to crawl back into bed and sleep for about a year

[orcelito]

Someone fuckin save me I am so so so so tired

[jonathanbyersphd]

Something about Jonathan and Will building Castle Byers and that being the place where he hides in the Upside Down.

[eyesoftxmorrow]

uh

[autumnrory]

woooo my niece took 5 of my 13 lego sets, one of which was one of the three larger ones, so that's one huge box out of the way and i'm just glad she wanted them because like they ARE twenty years old and they look fine ofc but sometimes kids aren't gonna want stuff that isn't new and shiny ya know, but she did seem to want everything which would've been fine with me but i knew there was no way they would take all that with them, and at least i still have stuff of my own to sell, plus should get at least a cut of my brother's stuff for doing the inventory and putting together that stuff that wasn't already done

[youremyonlyhope]

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[neverendingford]

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