#this tho…no idea where it's coming from

[priinnce]

I made another Sonic OC

This is Crimson the Echidna Creature

His Story:

a bunch of scientist found echidna corpses from the fallen knuckles clan and they took them back to their lab and did a bunch of tests on them and trying to figure out what makes an echidna tick and dissected them and then came up with the idea to create their own echidna using the Echidna’s bodies, hence creating crimson. After becoming sentient they ran many tests and tried figuring out the limit of his strength, eventually he figured out that he would be able to escape the lab and slowly but surely comes up with a plan and ends up being able to leave. While escaping the scientists were able to put the lab on lockdown and as Crimson was trying to escape a door latched down on his arm essentially cutting it off. He is able to shut off the lock down, being able to escape and ended up finding temporary shelter in a cave. He creates a mask and puts on a cape so that he does not get found out. One day he runs into Sonic and sonic believing he is a bad guy tries to fight him. Crimson refused to fight which left Sonic confused and Crimson announced he is just trying to find a place to stay and food. Sonic agreed to help and while talking to Crimson Sonic realized he had no shoes and gave Crimson an extra pair he had, then sonic took him to meet his friends and Crimson realizes Knuckles is an Echidna and ends up becoming friends with knuckles with the belief he can learn from him on how to act like a true Echidna without revealing who or what he was because he always felt bad about being referred to as an echidna because of the way he was made. Overtime He starts feeling worse and worse about not telling knuckles especially after finding out Knuckles is the last remaining Echidna. One day while just going about their day Knuckles and Crimson run into one of the scientists that made Crimson and they end up recognizing crimson’s markings and tried to make Crimson go with them back to the Lab and ended up saying something about Crimson being a fake trying to fit in which left knuckles confused and after they were able to escape he ended up questioning crimson to the point where Crimson just revealed what he was out of pressure and guilt and had to explain to knuckles how he was created. Knuckles clearly devastated ended up feeling bad for Crimson realizing he wasn’t at fault for how they created him and says he doesn’t blame him for how he was created and they end up becoming stronger friends and overtime knuckles is able to help Crimson become confident and feel better with what and who he is. But with the help from Knuckles slowly Crimson starts falling for him but Knuckles is oblivious and never realizes the hints Crimson is trying to give.

Yeah he is a Knuckles love interest. I feel like he would be scared to tell knuckles flat out that he has a crush on him because he feels like Knuckles would only want him because he is the only other Echidna (he wouldn’t tho cause Knuckles isn’t like that). Also he wouldn’t totally call Knuckles something like Knuckle-head

[forestdeath1]

Well i wanted to make a post, but then I saw this addition, so here we go. Not to argue!

I can see Sirius as a sub, but with James, and the one I can’t see as submissive is actually James. I mean I kinda get your points and I thought the same, but when I put them in context, I was like “oh wow, ok guys…”. That was unexpected haha

Even though I’m always like “being a dom/sub doesn’t correlate with your character” (tho it kinda does, just not in the “if someone is dominant and assertive irl, they must be a dom in bed” way), I was still drawn to that idea of Sirius being a dom BECAUSE I see him as way more independent and therefore, more dominant in relationships than any of them. Even though we all know real cases of people being more on the dom side irl (ew that sounds weird haha) but loving to be dominated in bed, I was still like “NOOOO WAY! Sirius is a dom. And a top”. But then I changed my mind when I put the characters in context.

My main points are:

1)I’m not going to extrapolate this onto a 24/7 d/s dynamic. I just can’t see that working for any of them. If someone wants to do that with them, I’m not judging at all!!!!! You do you. But I just don’t see Sirius wanting a lifestyle dynamic in any form, so I can’t see Sirius either being on a leash or putting one on someone outside of a short scene

2) I genuinely don’t think they’d be that bdsm-ish in general. Tbh I see all of them as more on the vanilla side than on the power exchange side. (I kinda have my own perspective on “vanilla”, def not in an offensive way, to me everything without power exchange leans towards “vanilla”).

3) And that’s where everything else comes from:

Sirius is super independent, almost to an extreme, and kinda assertive — but not exactly dominant in the sense of taking control in people’s lives — he actually deeply respects others freedom of choice and autonomy. BUT at the same that’s exactly what makes him come across as dominant. Yet deep down, as Ive always said, he has this insecurity, this feeling of not being enough, of not being worthy of love. He doesn’t really care what people think about him, but when he loves someone, he (esp in tough moments) always feels like he’s not enough and needs to be useful to be loved.

I think it’s easier for him to be a dom and a top with people he doesn’t have strong feelings for. At the very least, he knows a lot of people expect a good dom and a good top (tbh I don’t think he’d be all that kinky on his own). He understands what people want and he can be a good dom.

And I can totally see him in that service “top” position with Bella. I see Bella as a dom with strong submissive kinks (dominant “bottom” and dom masochist) but she can’t and doesn’t want to give up control.

At the same time, I just can’t see him as a sub with just anyone. He simply can’t let himself go. He barely trusts anyone completely. Truly giving up control for people like him isnt just about kink — it’s also about having that immense trust in their dom and the deepest respect for them.

But James? Completely different story. James feels a little rigid in how he sees things. And even though I think he’d be more easygoing and even a little “submissive” in a relationship (he wouldn’t mind, even enjoy it), I can absolutely see him taking control in bed. Maybe not right away, but that’s his thing and he’s good at it. He enjoys it , especially seeing someone he deeply respects, someone who doesn’t submit to anyone, actually submit to him. And Sirius? Maybe he’d get off on discovering that feeling of submission with James

So yeah, I don’t see this as some core part of Sirius or something he always knew about himself. More like something that could develop over time or something the right dom could bring out in him

Once again — I’m not here to judge anyone’s headcanons, and I see the reasoning behind the “100% dom/100% sub” Sirius takes, I’m just sharing my perspective on him. More vanilla in general, a top and dom with everyone, a service top w Bella and a bottom sub w James

sorry but i don't see sirius as being submissive in bed. we will have to politely agree to disagree. he's not the obedient dog. do not put a collar on that dog. bc even if he were being submissive ~sexily~ (which i doubt he would), his partner would be like, 'ok if i'm the dom here, why does it still feel like he's telling me exactly what to do?'

[rylem33]

The Plus One

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Theo flexed his fingers, clenching them into fists. His hands felt smaller, delicate. It was… weird.

“Okay,” he said slowly, tilting his head. His voice was lighter, smoother… feminine. “So it actually worked.”

Chris stood across from him, arms crossed, eyes wide in sheer amazement. He blinked, trying to find the right words. “Holy shit, dude. I mean… not dude. Wow.”

Theo turned back to the mirror, eyes trailing over the reflection. His hair, which used to be short and messy, now fell in soft auburn waves around his shoulders, framing a softer face. His old t-shirt and sweatpants were loose, almost comically hanging off a much smaller, curvier frame. There was a lot more softness to him now. And, of course… the obvious. His eyes flickered down, where his chest now had actual boobs, sitting perfectly in the loose fabric of his shirt.

He poked at them, frowning slightly. “Huh.”

Chris leaned in, fascinated. “How does it feel?”

Theo blinked. “Uh. Heavy? Bouncy? I don’t know, man. It’s not like I’ve had them long enough to form a deep, personal connection.”

Chris burst into laughter, rubbing his hands over his face. “I cannot believe this actually worked.”

“Yeah, same,” Theo exhaled, running a hand down his side again. “This is so… weird.”

He stretched his arms over his head, the shift in his center of gravity making him wobble slightly. Chris instinctively reached out to steady him.

“You okay?” Chris asked, still grinning, clearly enjoying the absurdity of the moment.

“Yeah, just… new body, new vibes,” Theo muttered, rolling his shoulders to get used to the new weight. “Really wasn’t expecting to be this short, though.”

Chris smirked. “I did tell you the Elixir is fully transformative. It’s not a half-measure thing.”

“I know,” Theo said, giving himself one last look in the mirror. “No one we know has actually taken it, though. For all we knew, it could’ve turned me into a lizard.”

Chris snorted. “I wouldn’t have minded a pet gecko.”

Theo shot him a glare. “You owe me for this, man.”

Chris raised both hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you agreed to this! But yeah, I owe you.  Though it is for a good cause.”

Theo sighed, trying to focus. Right. The reason they were doing this in the first place.

Chris’s family was complicated. The small-town, gossip-loving kind. And unfortunately, they had very clear ideas about Chris’s life. Ideas that didn’t quite fit with his reality.

Chris had come out to Theo years ago, but never to his family. The few attempts he’d made had led to uncomfortable conversations about finding “the right girl” and “settling down.” Eventually, he’d just stopped trying.

But now, with his cousin’s wedding coming up, Chris needed a “plus one” and his family expected him to bring his “girlfriend.”

Enter Theo.

The plan was simple. If you could call magically turning your best friend into a woman and parading them around as your fake girlfriend “simple.”  Maybe “desperate” was a better word to describe the plan.

Chris clapped his hands together. “Okay, we need to get you dressed. We leave in an hour, and I really don’t think showing up in oversized sweatpants is gonna sell the ‘girlfriend’ image.”

Theo grimaced, eyeing the clothes still hanging awkwardly on his body. “Yeah, yeah. What am I even supposed to wear?”

Chris grinned and tossed a duffel bag onto the counter. “That’s why I went shopping.”

Theo eyed the bag suspiciously. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Chris said smugly. “Various sizes, because I had no idea how this was gonna turn out. Dresses, skirts, jeans, even a backup hoodie in case you need some emotional support masculinity.”

“God bless,” Theo muttered, picking up the bag and rifling through it.

“And yes, I did buy you bras and underwear,” Chris added.

Theo groaned, holding up a lacy bra in one hand. “Ugh. You really thought of everything, huh?”

Chris grinned. “Dude, you’re my best friend. Of course I did.”

That actually made Theo pause. Chris had planned all of this, went shopping, and even concocted an entire cover story.

And yeah, it was still deeply weird, but… it was kind of cool too?

Theo huffed, grabbing the rest of the clothes. “Fine. But if anything in here has lace, I’m fighting you.”

Chris smirked. “Oh, definitely lace.”

“Chris.”

“Just try it on!”

Theo huffed again but relented. “Fine, fine.” He began pulling on the clothes, looking at his reflection once more as he slipped into the red lace bra and blue panties.

Chris, who had been watching with a mix of amusement and concern, raised an eyebrow. “So, this is your ‘girlfriend’ look? You’re actually pulling it off.”

Theo couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly. He sat there, hands on his hips, pulling at the underwear.

“I look ridiculous,” Theo muttered under his breath. It felt weird. “But if it works…”

Chris burst into laughter again, rubbing his hands over his face. “Man, you definitely look like you could be my girlfriend now.  I mean, if I liked girls.”

Theo shot him a glare, half-sarcastic and half-laughing.

Chris raised both hands. “Hey, just remember you get a free vacation and an out-of-body experience.”

Theo let out a long, exaggerated sigh but couldn’t stop the small smile from tugging at his lips. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice now. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Chris grinned, eyeing him up and down. “Yeah, let’s. We leave in an hour. And just so you know, I’m gonna need you to really sell this. No half-assed acting, okay?”

Theo turned to face him. “Trust me, Chris,” he said. “I didn’t go through all of this to leave you hanging.”

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Theo shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of the dress Chris had picked out. The fabric of the blue dress clung to his new, unfamiliar curves in ways that made him want to squirm.

“You’re doing fine,” Chris said, pacing behind him with his arms crossed, a little too chipper for Theo’s taste. “You look great. Just remember, you’re my girlfriend. We’ve been together for two years, okay? Simple backstory. You know it, I know it.”

Theo turned to face him, blinking. “Yeah, I’ve got it, but…” He tugged at the dress again. “I don’t know man.  I just feel odd. I don’t walk like this. I don’t talk like this. Hell, I don’t even sit like this.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, leaning against the dresser. “I know, but you’ve got the looks down. Just act natural.”

“Natural?” Chris laughed. “Chris. Look at me,” Theo said, gesturing. “We left natural back at the apartment when I drank that Elixir.”

“Okay, fair.  But you’re doing to do great,” Chris said, trying to sound encouraging. “They’ll be easy to fool. I’ve been fooling them for years, making them think I’m straight. You got this, man.” His grin faltered slightly when Theo didn’t respond immediately. “Uh, Theo. You’ve got this.”

Theo exhaled, slumping his shoulders. “I don’t know how you do it,” he muttered.

Chris raised his hands in mock surrender. “You’re a great friend. I really appreciate this.” Chris gave him a sidelong glance, grinning. “You’re just making it harder than it has to be. You’ve got this. Own it.”

Theo sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright.” He straightened up and looked at himself again. “Guess I’ll just… act like I know what I’m doing. But first, we need to come up with a name. You can’t keep calling me Theo.”

“Yeah, good point.” Chris followed. “Is Thea too dead on?”

“Yeah, probably,” said Theo. “How’s Athena sound?”

“Athena”, Chris repeated. “Powerful, confident. I like it.”

Theo stood a little taller, taking a deep breath. He was determined to act like it didn’t bother him. His mind was racing. He knew the story they had to sell.  It was only a couple of days.

He took a step forward. “Okay, I’m Athena then. Let’s do this.” He gave Chris a playful, almost sarcastic look. “But, you know, if I trip or something, it’s on you.”

Chris clapped his hands together. “You’ll be fine. Now, we leave in an hour, and we need to work on the backstory a bit. So, we met at college. Our first date was mini golf and ice cream.  I woo’d you. You love me. You know the drill.”

Theo nodded. “Got it. But…” He paused, then shrugged. “Why would I want to be with you, though?”

Chris looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

Theo hesitated, then gave him a sly grin. “I mean, you’re… okay, I guess, but two years? Seems a little unrealistic. You’re not that interesting.”

Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “What?”

Theo chuckled softly, his hands resting on his hips. “I’m just messing with you. Of course. It was practically love at first sight.” 

Theo gave Chris a wink. 

Chris froze, staring at him for a moment before a slow grin spread across his face. “Wait…did you just… flirt with me?”

Theo blinked, surprised by his own words. “What? No! I was just… acting.”

“Dude.” Chris’s grin grew wider. “That was… so natural. Holy crap.” He laughed to himself. “You’re already way better at this than I thought you’d be.”

Theo blinked again, his heart skipping a beat. The behavior just slipped out, without thinking. But didn’t hate it. He even felt a little proud of it, which felt… wrong.

Chris was still chuckling, shaking his head. “Okay, you’re definitely in character. Let’s get you ready for the dinner.”

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The door clicked shut behind them, and Chris let out a breath before breaking into a huge grin. “That. Was. Amazing!”

Athena, still swaying slightly from the drinks, collapsed onto the edge of the bed, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. “Told you I had it covered,” she purred, stretching her arms over her head. The motion made the cropped blue top ride up slightly, revealing just a hint more of her toned stomach.

Chris flopped onto the chair near the window, shaking his head in disbelief. “No, seriously, I thought we were screwed at first. You were so stiff, and I swear Aunt Lisa was about to start grilling you like a detective.”

Athena giggled, a soft sound that surprised even her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, crossing her legs. “Yeah, yeah. But then, you know… a few drinks, a little charm.” She smirked. “They love me now.”

Chris laughed. “Love might be an understatement. My mom was already talking about how adorable we are together, and my dad actually liked you.” He pointed at her, as if that were the most shocking part. “Do you know how hard that is?”

Athena tilted her head slightly, a slow, confident grin forming. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

Chris laughed, but the thought lingered. She really was irresistible.

Chris had spent years dodging conversations about dating, carefully keeping his family at a distance so they wouldn’t ask too many questions. And now, in the span of a few hours, Athena had completely shattered that barrier. His mom had called them adorable. His uncle had clapped him on the back and said, “You finally found a keeper, huh?” His grandmother had actually teared up.

And the worst part was they believed it. They weren’t just humoring him. They genuinely thought Athena was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Chris forced a smile. “You, uh… really committed to the role after a few drinks.”

Athena’s stomach fluttered. “What do you mean?”

Chris shook his head with a soft chuckle. “I mean, you were great. But at some point, I swear you stopped acting. You were so… natural.”

Athena blinked.

“You were laughing, flipping your hair, touching my arm. Hell, even I almost believed we were together.” Chris ran a hand over his face, the weight of the situation finally settling in. “I don’t know, man… I think I just made things a million times harder for myself.”

Athena frowned. “What? Why?”

Chris sighed, leaning back against the chair. “Because now? Now my family really thinks I have the perfect girlfriend. The exact kind of girl they’ve always wanted for me.” He let out a bitter laugh. “How the hell am I ever supposed to come out now?”

Athena opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

She had been so focused on how good it had felt to fit in, to win them over, that she hadn’t even thought about what that meant for Chris.

Chris rubbed his temples. “They were already in denial, but now? Now they’re invested.” He let out a dry chuckle. “God, my mom was looking at you like you were a goddamn miracle.”

Athena swallowed hard.

Chris sighed again. “I mean… it’s not like I was planning to come out this weekend or anything. But now? I feel like I just dug my own grave.”

After a few moments of silence, Chris shook his head, then forced a smile. “But hey, at least you had fun, right?”

Athena let out a small, awkward laugh. “Yeah… I guess.”

She suddenly felt warm again, her fingers absently playing with the tie on her top. There was something buzzing in the back of her mind. The way her body felt, the way she had acted tonight without even thinking.

She shifted slightly, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her gaze flickering toward the mirror.

She was really starting to like how she looked and that terrified her.

Chris stood up, stretching. “Alright, I’m gonna take a quick shower before bed.” He headed toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Big day tomorrow. You, me, and a wedding.”

Athena’s eyes flickered toward him as he peeled back slightly, undoing the first few buttons.

A strange thought slipped into her mind before she could stop it.

Chris is actually kinda hot.

An unfamiliar pang of frustration curling inside her.

Too bad he’s gay.

She blinked, horrified at herself. What the hell was that?

“Right,” she said quickly, voice slightly tight as she watched him disappear into the bathroom.

The moment the door clicked shut, she exhaled sharply, running her hands down her thighs. Her heart was racing, her body humming. A slow, creeping realization settled over her.

All this attention, tonight, has done something to me. Oh god, I’m horny.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. No, no, no, that’s not happening.

But it was happening.

The warmth in her belly, the tingling under her skin, the way her body thrived under every compliment, every glance at dinner. She had loved it. More than she should have.

And Chris should have been thrilled. She had saved him tonight. She was perfect, the ideal girlfriend, the woman his family adored. Instead, he was sitting here moping about how well it had gone.

Athena frowned, pacing the room.

I did everything right. I was charming, funny, flirty. I played my role better than even he expected. And now he’s upset?

She folded her arms, jaw tightening.

The way he had looked at her, like she had somehow made his life harder by being too good at this, rubbed her the wrong way.

She had worked her ass off to make sure this went smoothly. He had thrown her into the deep end, expected her to play along, and she nailed it.

Now he was worried he’d “dug too big of a hole.”

Athena scoffed, arms tightening around herself.

Well, maybe I wouldn’t have done so well if you hadn’t expected me to act like your perfect little girlfriend.

The resentment was small, just a flicker, but it was there. A tiny, creeping frustration curling at the edges of her thoughts.

Chris had wanted this. He had asked for this. The Elixer was his idea.  And now he was mad that she had done too well?

She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sharp breath.

Worst of all, she liked how it felt.

She liked the attention. She liked the way people’s eyes lingered on her, the way she could make them laugh, the way they wanted her in the room.

She liked being Athena.

And if Chris had a problem with that?

Maybe that was his issue, not hers.

Athena turned back toward the mirror, staring at the woman looking back at her.

She didn’t just look like a hot woman. She was starting to feel like it too.

And that thought didn’t scare her as much as it should have.

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Morning came and Athena stirred, stretching out across the bed, a lazy smile forming on her lips before her eyes even opened.

God, she felt good.

Her body was warm, buzzing with something that had been simmering since last night. She let out a satisfied hum, arching her back slightly as the silky sheets brushed against her skin. Everything felt so much more now.  Every touch, every sensation, the way her curves pressed into the mattress.  It all just felt tempting.

She cracked one eye open, glancing around. Chris was already gone. Figures. He had mentioned something about leaving early for family pictures, groomsmen duties, whatever.

Which meant…

I’ve got the whole room to myself.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face as she stretched again, rolling onto her stomach, her fingers toying absentmindedly with the hem of her sleep shirt.

Something had shifted in her last night. She knew it. She had felt it in the way she owned the room at dinner, in the way people looked at her. In the way she liked being the center of attention.

Chris had practically thrown her into this role, and she had done it so well it freaked him out.

That thought made her smirk.

She ran a hand down her side, trailing her fingers over the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip.

It was funny. Just yesterday, she had been awkward, uncomfortable in this body. Now she felt right.

She let out a breathy little laugh, biting her lip as she glanced toward the mirror across the room.

The woman staring back at her was stunning. A slow heat pooled in her stomach.

God, is this what it’s like to be admired? To be wanted? No wonder women love attention so much.

She shifted slightly, legs brushing together under the covers. A wicked thought crept into her mind.

No one’s here. No one’s watching.

Her fingers toyed with the sheets, trailing down her thigh. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. This was supposed to be temporary. A disguise.

And yet…

Athena licked her lips, shifting her hips just slightly.

Maybe I should indulge. Just a little.

The idea sent a delicious little thrill through her. Her fingers teased at the slit between her legs. A dampness quickly slicked the area allowing her fingers to enter with ease. It felt wonderful.

She rubbed with one hand while the other toyed with her surprisingly sensitive nipples. A loud moan escaped her mouth. She paused, looking around the room as if she’d be caught.  But nobody was there.

After that, she let herself indulge in the feelings of this body. After all, it wasn’t like anyone would ever know.

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Chris knocked once before pushing the hotel room door open. “Alright, Athena, we gotta…”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Athena stood in front of the mirror, slipping an earring into place, dressed in a sleek, rust-colored dress that clung to every curve. The fabric hugged her waist, emphasized her hips, and dipped low across her chest, showing off far more cleavage than Chris would have expected.

Chris felt his stomach drop.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Athena turned, tilting her head slightly, her lips curving into a slow, amused smirk. “Uh, a dress? For the wedding? You know, the whole reason we’re here?”

Chris ran a hand over his face. “That’s the dress you picked? You’re showing, like… everything.”

Athena rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax. It’s elegant. It’s classy.” She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the fabric. “And it looks damn good.”

Chris took a step closer, lowering his voice. “That’s the problem.” He gestured wildly at her. “Don’t you think its a bit too much?”

Athena scoffed. “Excuse me? You think I look too good? Wow, thanks, Chris.”

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his frustration in check. “That’s not what I…you know what I mean! This isn’t you. The Theo I know wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress like that!”

Athena’s expression darkened. A slow, simmering resentment bubbled up in her chest.

“Oh, I wouldn’t?” she said, voice laced with venom. She took a step closer, her hands resting firmly on her hips. “I wouldn’t be caught dead looking like this? Because I’m doing this for you, Chris. This whole thing.  Me playing the perfect girlfriend, saving your ass in front of your family. This is for you.”

Chris hesitated. “…I know. I just…”

Athena let out a sharp laugh. “You wanted me to be convincing, didn’t you? To make sure nobody suspected anything? And guess what, Chris? They don’t! They love me!” Her grin turned sharp. “And now, what? Now I’m too convincing? Too sexy? Too comfortable?!”

Chris opened his mouth, but she wasn’t done.

“You don’t get to freak out because I did my job too well.”

And then, just to push him further, she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them deliberately, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh through the fabric of her dress.

Chris nearly choked. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Athena arched an eyebrow, her voice saccharine sweet. “What, Chris? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable?” Her smirk widened. “You know, I could make everyone uncomfortable. I could go downstairs right now and make such a scene. Tell them we had a big fight. Maybe cry a little, say you’ve been awful to me. They’d take my side, you know. Your family adores me.”

Chris felt his blood run cold. “Athena.”

“Maybe I’ll flirt with your cousins. Or your uncle. Hell, maybe I’ll get on the mic and make a toast about how you’re just so lucky to have me.”

“Stop.”

Chris’s voice was firm.

Athena’s smirk faltered.

Chris took a breath, lowering his voice, trying to keep his tone steady. “Look, I get it. You’re having fun with this. But you don’t have to prove anything to me, okay?” He forced a small, careful smile. “You do look good. I should’ve known this Elixir was gonna mess with your head. I should’ve been more careful.”

Athena’s expression twitched, something flashing behind her eyes.

Chris took another step forward. “Come on. This is just for one more day. We get through the wedding, we get back home, and this whole thing is over. You don’t have to… be this forever.”

A beat passed.

Athena exhaled slowly. The fire in her eyes dimmed just a little.

“…Fine.” She dropped her hands from her chest, smoothing out the dress. “But you owe me for this, Chris. Big time.”

Chris let out a relieved breath. “Deal.”

Athena gave him one last look, then turned toward the mirror, adjusting her hair.

Chris watched her, a pit forming in his stomach.

This wasn’t just Theo playing dress-up anymore.

This was something else.

And he was terrified of what would happen next.

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Athena stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, clicking the door shut behind her. Her thoughts replayed the details of the wedding reception.

She had heard everything.

The bride, whispering to her friends, voice dripping with resentment.

“This is my wedding, and she is sucking up all the attention. Did you see how he looked at her? She’s barely even trying, and it’s working. She’s just a plus one for Chris. And now she’s practically draped over my fiancé.”

Athena had only smiled at the time, playing dumb, offering a sweet, innocent little laugh before twirling a strand of her hair.

But inside?

Oh, she loved it.

She had leaned just a little closer to the groom after that. Touched his arm a little longer. Let her laughter linger in his ear.

And it had worked. He had watched her all night.

Athena smirked, stepping toward the mirror. She ran a hand down the smooth satin of her newly chosen dress. The deep red fabric clung to every curve, the high slit daringly exposing the length of her thigh. She struck a pose, adjusting the straps of her dress.  

If they thought that was bad, they were going to hate this.

She turned slightly, admiring herself.

God, I look incredible.

A slow, creeping thrill curled through her stomach. She had been made for this. The Elixer had turned her into something more than Theo ever was. Something powerful, something magnetic.

She tapped a manicured finger against her chin, her lips curling.

I wonder how long it would take to get him alone.

She didn’t care about Chris’s predicament anymore. He had brought her into this mess, and now? Now he could deal with the consequences.

Athena smoothed her hands down the front of her dress one last time and turned toward the door.

Time to give the bride something to really talk about.

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Chris slammed the hotel door shut behind him, his hands shaking as he turned to face Athena.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

Athena barely reacted. She was sprawled out on the couch, her red dress still clinging to her body, her legs lazily crossed. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, completely unfazed, idly running a hand along her thigh.

Chris was fuming. “You slept with the groom! The fucking groom, Athena!”

She smirked. “Mmhm.”

“The bride caught you two in the kitchen, for God’s sake!” He threw his hands in the air. “And you look like you don’t even care!”

Athena let out a slow, indulgent sigh. “That’s because I don’t.”

Chris froze, his anger momentarily replaced by sheer disbelief. “You… don’t?”

Athena sat up slightly, resting her elbow on the couch’s armrest, her fingers toying with the strap of her dress. “Chris, you’re acting like I forced him or something.” She tilted her head. “He came to me.”

Chris clenched his fists. “That doesn’t make it better!”

Athena’s smirk widened. “Oh, but it does.” She stretched, her body moving with an effortless, sensual ease. “He couldn’t get enough of me. Every time he fucked me, he wanted more. Three times, Chris. Three.” She dragged out the word, watching with amusement as Chris’s face twisted in horror.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

Athena chuckled, completely unbothered. “You should’ve seen him. He was desperate for me. Whispering about how I was the best he’d ever had, how he wished he had met me first.” She sighed dramatically. “Honestly, I almost felt bad for his poor little bride.”

Chris snapped his head toward her. “You’re insane.”

Athena pouted. “Am I? I’m just being honest.”

Chris shook his head, pacing the room like he was trying to process the last few hours. “This isn’t you, Theo. This isn’t…”

“It’s Athena,” she corrected sharply.

Chris flinched at the venom in her voice.

She leaned forward now, resting her elbows on her knees, her piercing gaze locking onto his. “And you don’t get to tell me who I am anymore.”

Chris swallowed hard. “The Elixir… it’s messing with your head.”

Athena laughed a soft, slow, mocking laugh. “Oh, Chris,” she purred, standing up from the couch. She took a step toward him, her hips swaying with practiced ease. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

Chris took a step back. “Get what?”

She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. She reached out, tracing a single manicured nail down the front of his shirt.

“I like this,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “I love how it feels to be wanted. To be worshiped.” She smirked, tilting her head. “And it’s never going away.”

Chris stared at her, his stomach twisting into knots. Chris stood frozen, his back against the wall, staring at the woman in front of him.

Not Theo. Not his best friend. Theo was gone. 

Athena.

He swallowed hard. “So… what now?”

Athena tilted her head, considering the question like it was the most unimportant thing in the world. Then, with a slow, sultry grin, she turned away from him, sauntering back toward the mirror.

She admired herself, smoothing out the silk of her dress, adjusting the straps with delicate fingers.

Then she met his eyes in the reflection, her smirk lazy, indulgent. Unapologetic.

“Now?” she mused, running a hand down her curves.

“Now, I live.”

She turned back to him, giving him one last amused glance before stepping past him toward the door. She didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. The door clicked shut behind her.

And just like that, she was gone.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

hii oh my god I can't get ur chubby reader x naoya fic out of my head,,,, pls could you make more headcanons for like anything they do omfggg 😭 😭 😭 incel naoya that turns into a complete freak for a chubby reader is SUCH A GOOD idea like I genuinely can't get enough for it. it's so 🤤 🤤 THANK YOU

imagine he stumbled on a camgirl reader tho...

Oh my GOD

CW: chubby fem reader x Naoya Zenin, camgirl au, Naoya is a podcaster/streamer, Naoya is an ASSHOLE but what else is new?, misogyny, smut, paid sexual content, masturbation

You got me thinkin with this one sksksk

Okok so this is how i imagine it

You're a fairly popular camgirl, you have several thousand followers on twitter and about a thousand on onlyfans. You get some decent money but not enough that you could make it your full time job, yk? So you do onlyfans on the side of whatever job you're doing

You do a wide variety of content, but your most popular content is where you're just a sweet innocent chubby girl who is being corrupted by the viewer—THAT gets you big bucks

You also do personalized content for extra money where viewers request certain content and you provide as long as they pay

It's a pretty good gig! And you get to cum so that's all that matters sksksk

Naoya is a podcaster and streamer and he's GROSS 🤢🤮

He's one of those misogynistic streamers who criticizes women for everything and has "tRaDiTiOnAl VaLuEs" or whatever bullshit excuse he makes for being an asshole

And one segment he has on his show is rating onlyfans content

He rates content that his fans send in and he usually degrades the women for being slutty or whatever 🙄😒😮‍💨

"These girls have no respect for themselves. They're only good for a little bit of fun but then you should find a good traditional woman to marry."

He does his usual spiel with the content he's sent, but then during one stream, one of his viewers shares your content

They leak one of your videos where you're on your knees sucking a dildo and staring into the camera, wearing a white babydoll and little bunny ears

Naoya gets quiet when your video plays, making small comments here and there about how your technique isn't that bad and the eye contact is good

He gives you the highest rating he's ever given on his channel! Your content is sweet and innocent and since you don't collab with anyone then you're not that much of a slut

He secretly saves your username and continues with his stream

You wake up the next day to an influx of new followers and subscribers, wondering where all these new people came from

You also get some more paid requests for content, a lot of it misogynistic in nature

You deny a lot of the content, having too much respect for yourself, but you notice one request that stands out

thestrongest#1: i want a video where you fuck yourself with your biggest dildo and praise me for how awesome i am

What baloney 🙄😮‍💨

But money is money and he's offering a pretty large amount for this video, so you accept

The video is pretty standard: you prep yourself off camera so you're wet and ready to go when the camera starts

You praise him, like he asks, telling him how cool he is, how handsome and strong, how you wish he was fucking you instead of your toy

You say his name when you cum and blow a kiss to the camera before ending the video

You think nothing of it and go about your life

But then another request comes in. And another. And another until you have a mountain of requests all from the same guy

He's willing to pay a pretty penny for your content, so you always accept his requests and make bank

thestrongest#1: i want you to deepthroat a dildo while touching yourself and looking at the camera

thestrongest#1: i want you to wear a cute dress with no underwear and bend over for the camera and there's a butt plug in your ass

thestrongest#1: i want you to bake cookies in nothing but an apron

You keep doing the requests bc he pays good and the requests aren't too far fetched or weird

You get a lot of money from this user, so you decide to have a little fun

You go on a shopping spree, buying a couple of cute outfits with accessories, and you decide to do something nice so you make a personalized video for free where you show thestrongest#1 all the stuff you got bc of him

You send him the video and go about your day

Later that night you get another request from him

thestrongest#1: i want to do a video call where we masturbate together

You're a little taken aback. You've never done a video call before, although others have asked for it. But he's been so good to you so far, giving you so much money for your videos, so you accept

You set up for your video call, doing your usual prep before he ends up calling you at the arranged time

You answer the phone to see a muscular body and a big, hard cock, but his face is out of view

"Hey baby," his voice is pretty hot, "you all ready for me?"

"Of course," you coo. "I've been thinking about this all day."

"You have?" he asks, sounding excited

"Yeah," you spread your legs, holding open your pussy lips, "see how wet I am?"

"Holy shit," he mutters, scooting his chair closer to his computer. "Fuck, you look so good. Start touching yourself for me."

So you do. You start with your fingers, rubbing your wet clit in circles and moaning his name. He grabs his cock and starts playing with it, pumping it slow and languid

"Fuck yourself with your fingers, princess. I wanna see you stretch yourself out for me."

You lean forward, moving your fingers to your entrance and pushing two inside

You finger yourself while stimulating your clit, moaning

"Does it feel good, baby?"

"Yeah... but it's not enough. I want more."

"You want a nice fat cock inside you, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Fuck, get your dildo baby. And your vibrator. Wanna watch you fuck yourself."

You grab your supplies beside you and start fucking yourself with the dildo, pressing the vibrator to your clit

You continue dirty talking and moaning with each other, making yourself cum a couple times before he starts getting close

"Fuck, I wanna cum in you. Wanna fill you up and get you pregnant. You want that, baby? Want me to make you a mommy?"

Ew, no, you're a stranger

But you're getting paid so 😮‍💨

"Yes!" you moan. "Please, cum in me! I want it so bad!"

He groans, moving his hand faster before he finally cums all over his abs, moaning your name.

You both calm down, you relaxing on your bed and him sliding down his chair, unintentionally revealing his face

He's handsome 😳

And he knows it too 🙄

"You like what you see?" he asks, smirking at you.

"Yeah, you're pretty hot."

"Hottest one there is, baby. Bet I look a hell of a lot better than the betas who you do this with."

"Actually, you're the first guy I've ever done this with."

"Shit, really?!" he asks, sitting up in his chair, shocked. "You haven't done this with anyone else?"

"Nope, just you."

He smirks. "Damn, I'm really special then. I'll pay you extra if you promise not to do this with anyone else."

"Well, you are my best paying customer."

"Hell yeah I am. Nobody's better than me, baby."

Oh my god, he's insufferable

"Well, I gotta go. Gotta get some sleep for work tomorrow."

"This isn't your full time job?"

"No, this is just a side gig."

"Damn, we'll have to fix that."

You don't know what he means, but you say your goodbyes and end the call

You're exhausted from having to work so much, but you're finally done and you take a shower to relax.

You start getting more donations after that, more frequent and larger amounts

You also start getting gifts in your P.O. box, pretty dresses and lingerie and sex toys

YOU EVEN GET A SEX MACHINE WTF

You know who's sending all of this bc he always makes it known to you 🙄

He's so smug about it too

Think of me when you use this

He's a pain lol

But you appreciate the gifts and make him more videos as thanks

You also do more requested video calls with him, wearing the clothes and using the toys he got you

He makes you praise him most of the time, telling him how handsome and muscular he is, how his cock is so big, all that junk

You eventually find his main account on twitter and realize what a misogynistic piece of shit he is

He hasn't changed since he met you, always criticizing women and what they do, telling others how to be alpha men, stupid bullshit

But behind the scenes he's just a simp for you, giving you a big part of his paycheck every month

You still keep your job but pretend that onlyfans is now your fulltime job, just to get him off your back

He gets so smug thinking that he's supporting your entire lifestyle 😒

And then one day you get another request, this one being the highest amount he's offered you so far

thestrongest#1: i want to collab irl

So... what do you do?

[dumbgoondog]

One sundae from TransFem!Reader, cherry topping on cookie dough ice cream, in a yellow bowl, for Yuta and Rika please!

Heian!Yuta+Rika Sundae

Transfem!Reader. Cherry on cookie dough in a yellow bowl. Yuta was put in an arranged marriage and while he has his wife Rika, he has his new wife, you, now too! You get along really well with Rika and Rika really likes you! Things start getting out of hand when Rika wants to show her love for you in public and Yuta keeps watch.

Cw/Tw - Public, gender dysphoria, transphobia, light blood, big size difference, murder mention, 3some

Collection of thoughts might make a fic on this later tho!

Yuta thought you and Rika might fight, it’s not like when the clan tried before it didn’t result in Rika killing them. For some reason tho Rika wasn’t threatened by you but curious. It took Yuta embarrassingly long to learn why his girls got along so well.

Rika didn’t kill you because when she started to say “no girl can take Yuta from her” you responded with “it’s okay I’m hardly a real girl.”

Rika and you bonding over how society has this idea of what being a woman means and how neither of you fit it. Rika deciding that from there on though, you’re HER wife. Rika loves going on little dates with you where you write poems or sing or playing in the clan’s gardens.

Yuta who appreciates that you’ve been becoming really close to Rika and that the political marriage between you and him isn’t cold or tense. You two bond over your love do Rika and have nice talks about life!

When Yuta does learn why you two hit it off so well in the beginning he feels SO dumb and embarrassed. He’s curious about being trans as it’s not something people really knew about. He also wants to make sure he’s being respectful and supportive even if your marriage is political he’d like to at least be friends.

Yuta and Rika who’ve made sure you know they view you as a woman and as their wife. That they’ll defend you from anyone who says otherwise including yourself. You wouldn’t say any of that to Rika so you can’t go yourself either!

…

You’ve heard Yuta and Rika in their room, the thumping, the moans, the sounds of claws on the mats… you’ve certainly listened in and touched yourself to the sounds and thoughts a few times. From how wild it sounds you can never guess who’s on top.

When Rika comes to you one night tho, when you were having some personal time to yourself to relieve some stress… it’s certainly startling! But she’s got your thighs on either side of her head and her tongue is around your length, quickly.

She’s praising you saying how pretty you are, her lovely lovely wife. Yuta also comes in later and you’re so embarrassed by how indecent and exposed you are but he starts jerking himself off to the sight of his wives touching each other so lovingly. He’s praising you and Rika and that has to be such a wonderful night, one you’ll never forget.

…

You’re out shopping with Yuta, he needs to get adjustments to his yakuta and montsuki. Rika also had been feeling cooped up so going out is nice! Yuta tells you to wait because he saw something he wants to get and you can’t see.

He leaves Rika with you and she’s happily playing with your hair giving you little kisses here and there. Rika when her hands start to wander more and tracing along your sides and hips. She gives her little purrs starting to kiss your neck her teeth grazing lightly pricking you and blood beading lightly.

You’d tell her to be careful but she’s got her tongue in your mouth now with a feverish kiss her hands squeezing and pulling at your hips.

How excited Rika gets when she feels you poking against her and the little noises you’re making that she’s forgetting you’re in public just barely in an alleyway. She’s pulling up your kimono and parting the fabrics to pull you out to rub against her slit. She’s wet and warm, so so much bigger than you.

Rika when she’s holding your hips and moving them to have you fuck into her cunt, skin smacking and squishing the more aroused you both become. You’re trying to stay decent and hidden trying so hard to stay quiet and telling Rika to be a good girl and stay quiet too.

Yuta who’d gone to get you girls these beautiful bracelet he’d seen in a stall just a bit back. Coming to see you both filthily fucking like animals in the alleyway. How flush you both were and how pretty you looked pushing in and out of Rika.

Yuta who can feel himself getting hard and immediately turning to stand guard while you two have fun but he’s trying to not just turn around to join in. His pretty pretty girls in so much pleasure, moaning, playing with each other and trying so hard to stay quiet…

Yuta who comes over finally no longer able to hold it in and instructing Rika to lay on her side.

Yuta who joins beside you pulling himself out of his robes and lining both you and himself up with Rika’s slit. He’s praising you for being such a good girl, how he loves seeing his wives touching and making each other feel so good.

Yuta and You fucking into Rika as he turns to start kissing you while Rika whines and moans. How you both finish inside her and are panting messes very ready for a bath. Yuta who reaches his fingers down to push back in the cum slipping out to keep Rika so full.

How you three weren’t caught you don’t know, but people probably were too scared to interrupt. Oops.

[uhhlifeig]

300 Followers Event!!

guys this is insane 😭 ive been on tumblr for like six months??

anygays!! i have a new thingy to celebrate my like... milestone or whatever

so. as yall know (maybe?) i write microfics. (i also sometimes write full fics but shh we dont talk abt my google drive folders-)

but as i was saying, i write microfics. and i also dont have nearly enough fics on ao3. so why not make an event where people send in a word or a prompt or a ship or whatever and make that a collection of work??

great idea, right?

right????

anygays, here we go again!!

EM'S EMPORIUM (v2)

ignoring how i reused the name from last time-

you guys can give me prompts and characters and ships and stuff via asks, and you'll probably get something back. but those are just the instructions :)

(lasts from 2/26 to 5/01 before i post the collection)

(this is also specifically targeted towards the marauders fandom ppl)

FOR FOLLOWERS:

✨ - i come up with fic prompts, ships and stuff included

🥳 - ...and they all lived happily ever after!! (no voldemort)

🥺 - whump

🫶 - getting together

🎵 - song inspired (need name of song)

🫠 - give me a ship and ill kill one of the people and make the other suffer

FOR MOOTS:

💀 - i kill off a character in the most heart-wrenching way i can think of (character needed)

🤑 - any au (just tell me which one)

🥹 - angst with a happy ending

🔪 - horror/thriller/murder is involved somehow??

😍 - soulmate au

🗣️ - you give me a prompt. any prompt. and i will write it into a microfic. (i dont do smut tho im a minor :D)

also moots can do the followers stuff too lmao in case that wasnt already implied 😭

a few tags under the cut:

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@bralnwashed @madame-marauder @iliveonblandfanfics @sweetest-thing-in-hell @reptilian-rapscallian @criimsonreg @tastelessleather @my-castles-crumbling @therewasnofloorbtw @wyndigos-blog @starkayezer @moonandstarshangoutinbars @amy-harper @reguluskeys @noblehouseofgay @aesthetic-writer18 

@dutifullynervouscreation @equippedtolove @allonsy-moony @thequeen0fhearts @lienspien @abs0l3m @dandelionflowery @ethan-torchios-bitch @julia-lokidottier @estellethewriter @arch-angeless @discoveredreality @anything-for-my-moony-1971 

@tea-blankets-andstars @finntheworm81 @hmyrine @charlie-kelly-variant @wolfstar-love-child @blakelakely @ashstillalive @smuttylyra @almostdecaffeinatedfun @love-hate-love00 @will-you-be-a-satanist-with-me 

@taleofapart-timepoet @ttroubledwaters @aletharaej @lambthebeloathed @lady-stardust-sang @forensic-b1tch-aiden @star-and-moon-shipper @adhara2034 @lover-of-astraeus @corey-writes-stuff @sxmnc @wishiwereheather13 @regulus-cannot-swim @yourlocalbadgerscales @hotteststar @moutainrusing

[just1cefor4ll]

—You’re the type of person they write rock songs about

modern!au Viktor x fem!reader warning. not proof read,

part seven || part eight || epilogue

A/N. ugh only one more chapter :(( i love how this turned out tho so its okay :D

‘From the day you arrived,

I’ve remained by your side

In chains, entombed.’

Viktor didn’t sleep at all. He had tried—closing his eyes, shifting positions, even pulling the blankets over his head in frustration—but his mind refused to quiet down. Every time he thought he might finally drift off, the same thoughts dragged him back under, looping over and over until exhaustion settled deep in his bones. By the time his alarm clock read 5 AM, he gave up entirely. There was no point in fighting it anymore. Moving sluggishly, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, lingering in the silence of his dimly lit dorm before deciding to just get ready for the day. Maybe keeping busy would help, or at the very least, keep him from thinking too much.

He was halfway through pulling on a sweater when his phone buzzed.

His breath caught. His pulse jumped. Was it you?

Without a second thought, he reached for his phone, nearly knocking it off the bed in his rush. But as soon as he saw the screen, the anticipation drained from his face.

Just the group chat. His friends, awake at an ungodly hour, spamming messages back and forth.

Viktor let out a slow breath, staring at the screen for a moment before opening the messages. He shouldn’t be this disappointed. He shouldn’t have expected anything in the first place.

But he did.

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[j.talis] Vi did you hear Y/n and the others are playing at your dads bar tonight?

[losttvi] No way… it’s almost like….. he’s my dad.. and… hold up a REAL shocker… powder is my sister?!?!?! who is apart of the group?!?!?! and they tell me these kinds of things…..?!?!?!!?

[j.talis] LMAOAOAOA

[j.talis] jump.

[mmedarda] its 5:17 AM can we not start this rn?

[vik.tor222] agreed

[losttvi] WELL WELL WELL

[j.talis] LOOK WHO THE CAT DRAGGED IN

[mmedarda] and suddenly they’re besties again

[vik.tor222] .

[j.talis] where have you been man? you haven’t updated us in like 2 days

[vik.tor222] nothing’s up, ive just been busy

[losttvi] busy cuddling with y/n haha

[j.talis] WHAT

[vik.tor222] im not even gonna ask how you know that

[mmedarda] spoiler alert: powder

[j.talis] AND?? WHAT HAPPENED AFTER?????

[vik.tor222] I went to my dorm when Powder got back anddd I confessed

[mmedarada] viktor..

[losttvi] HAHAHHAHAHA nice joke, but I don’t like jokes

[j.talis] wait you fr confessed?

[vik.tor222] why is that so hard to believe???

[mmedarda] maybe because the both of you have been blindly dancing around each other for WEEKS?? maybe even months?

[j.talis] ^^

[losttvi] ^^

[vik.tor222] okay what were you even talking about? her and the others playing a show?

[losttvi] yh powder told me yesterday that we should come

[mmedarda] sounds fun, after this week i really need to get away from campus

[j.talis] ugh same

[losttvi] where does this man get this attitude from

[mmedarda] no idea.

[losttvi] okay anyway losers i need to go get ready, meet at our usual spot at 8

[mmedarda] okayy :))

[j.talis] kk

[vik.tor222] alright

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Viktor walked to the usual meetup spot, adjusting the strap of his bag as he went. His thoughts were a mess, tangled up in the unread message sitting in his phone. Jayce was already there, leaning against a bench, scrolling through something that made him snort. Vi showed up a minute later, hands shoved into her pockets, moving like she had nowhere important to be. Mel arrived last, perfectly put together as always, sipping her coffee like she wasn’t about to walk into an 8 AM class.

"Alright, we ready to go?" Jayce asked, tucking his phone away as they started walking toward their first lecture.

Viktor wasn’t really listening to whatever conversation was happening around him. His mind kept circling back to last night. He’d stared at his screen for what felt like an eternity before finally sending the message. ‘I love you rockstar.’ Then he’d stayed awake far too long, watching for a response that never came. And now, hours later, still nothing.

Jayce nudged him, dragging him back to the present. “You’re awfully quiet. You die inside overnight?”

Vi smirked. “Nah, he’s just in crisis mode. Y/N still hasn’t responded, huh?”

Viktor sighed, rubbing at his temple. “No.”

Mel hummed. “She probably just hasn’t seen it yet.”

“Or she’s thinking,” Jayce added. “That’s a good sign, right?”

“Or she’s ignoring him,” Vi said, grinning when Viktor groaned. “Kidding. Probably.”

The conversation moved on, but Viktor couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his stomach. The day dragged. His classes, usually something he could lose himself in, felt twice as long. His engineering problem set was a disaster of half-finished equations, his physics lecture went in one ear and out the other, and every spare second between classes was spent checking his phone. Nothing.

By dinner, he felt like a frayed wire, running on caffeine and anxiety. He picked at his food while the others ate, barely listening. Vi elbowed him at one point.

"You keep looking at your phone like that, people are gonna think you’re waiting for a text from your mom.”

Viktor exhaled a weak laugh. “Maybe she’s the one rejecting me.”

Mel sighed. “It’s not a rejection until she says no.”

Jayce nodded. “And tonight’s your chance to talk to her.”

Right. The show. He’d been so wrapped up in overthinking that he hadn’t considered the fact that he’d be seeing you in person. The realization made his stomach flip. What if you acted normal? What if you pretended like he hadn’t said anything? Or worse—what if you avoided him?

“Let’s go,” Vi said, standing up and stretching. “Doors open soon. You ready, lover boy?”

Viktor groaned, dragging a hand down his face. He wasn’t ready at all. But there was no backing out now.

The bar was already full of energy by the time they got there. The low hum of conversation mixed with the distant sound of the band setting up on stage. Vi led the way through the crowd with practiced ease, Jayce close behind her. Mel walked like she belonged anywhere, unfazed by the dim lighting and the heavy bass from the speakers. Viktor, on the other hand, felt like his nerves were going to eat him alive.

He spotted you almost immediately. You were on stage, tuning your guitar, fingers moving over the strings with effortless precision. His stomach did something unpleasant at the sight—something between excitement and absolute dread.

“You gonna go say hi?” Jayce asked, following his gaze.

Viktor swallowed. “I—”

Before he could come up with an excuse, Powder spotted them from behind her mic stand. “Hey! You guys made it!” She waved, then nudged Ekko, who gave them a lazy salute from where he was setting up his bass.

And then—because fate was clearly cruel—you looked up. Your gaze landed on the group, and for one painfully long second, Viktor swore you were looking right at him.

Then, just as quickly, you looked away.

“Damn,” Vi muttered under her breath, catching the moment. “That’s rough, buddy.” Viktor exhaled sharply. “Thank you, Vi. Very helpful.” Jayce clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe she’s just focused on the show.” Mel studied Viktor’s expression, then said, “Or maybe you should stop assuming the worst and wait until she actually talks to you.”

That was easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one standing here, feeling like an exposed wire sparking under too much pressure.

The lights dimmed slightly, signaling that the show was about to start. People around them started cheering, moving closer to the stage.

Powder tapped the mic once, then leaned in with a playful “Hello?” Her voice echoed through the speakers, and she chuckled before straightening up. “Alright, let’s try that again—hello, everyone!”

The crowd responded with cheers, and she grinned. “Tonight’s a little different. Special, even. And why, you ask? Because I’m handing over the mic—for a song, at least.” She shot a glance over her shoulder before turning back to the audience. “You’ve heard them before, but only through the six strings of a guitar that could probably set this place on fire if it wanted to. But tonight, they’re stepping up in a new way. Give it up for Y/N!”

The room erupted into cheers as you stepped forward, guitar slung over your shoulder. You adjusted the strap before approaching the mic, fingers idly running over the strings as you tested the tuning. The familiar weight of the instrument steadied you, the energy of the crowd buzzing around you like electricity in the air.

You gave a small nod to the band, and in the next breath, your fingers moved, pulling the first notes from the strings. The sound rang through the bar, rich and steady, the kind that made people stop mid-conversation just to listen. The crowd quieted just enough to catch the shift in atmosphere, anticipation thick in the air. The sound of your guitar lowered just a bit— but you were still playing as you started to speak. “This song is dedicated to a special someone who has made me feel special over the past few months.. and last night they really won my heart.” You smile, making eye contact with Viktor who could only blindly stare while his friends squealed like teenage girls at your words.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you.”

“Cause I know that you feel me somehow.”

“You’re the closest thing to heaven that I’ll ever be.”

“And I don’t want to go home right now.”

Your voice rang through the bar, strong and steady, weaving through the melody like a heartbeat. The song was yours—every chord, every lyric. And somehow, every note felt like a direct line to Viktor, like you were speaking to him in a language only the two of you understood.

The crowd swayed, caught in the moment, but Viktor sat frozen. His heart was in his throat, his mind barely able to keep up. He had spent the entire day convinced he had ruined everything, that maybe he had overstepped, that maybe you didn’t feel the same way.

But now? Now, you were standing under the stage lights, singing to him.

Jayce let out something between a laugh and a gasp, smacking Viktor’s shoulder hard enough to jolt him. “Dude, are you breathing?” Vi had both hands in her hair, grinning like she was watching a scene straight out of a movie. “Oh, this is insane. You’re actually winning right now.” Mel simply smirked. “And to think, you spent the whole day suffering.”

Viktor barely registered them. His entire world had narrowed down to you.

And then you looked at him. It wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t just scanning the crowd. It was intentional. Direct. Like you were making sure he knew.

And just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, you smiled. A real, soft smile, like you knew exactly what this was doing to him.

“And I don’t want the world to see me.”

“Cause I don’t thinks that they’d understand.”

“When everything’s made to be broken.”

“I just want you to know who I am.”

Viktor felt something in his chest pull tight, so overwhelming it almost hurt. His pulse was a hammer against his ribs, his fingers twitching at his sides, his entire body struggling to process the fact that this was real.

The song carried on, the melody washing over him, and for the first time all day, the weight in his chest lifted.

You had answered him.

Loud and clear.

As the song came to an end and the rest of the set ended, his mind was everywhere. “So are you going to do something or do we have to call her over here?” Jayce nudges him, giving him a smirk. “Nah let’s wait to see if he can turn any redder.” Vi laughed as Caitlyn only shook her head in amusement. She however spoke up along with Mel. “Viktor you should really go get her, she’s literally given you the most obvious answer and you’re sitting here like an idiot.” Caitlyn exclaims, putting a hand on her forehead. “She’s right Vik, go get your girl.” Mel smiles, finally seeing her close friend get his ‘happy ending.’

And with that it was like Viktors legs stopped listening to him— leading him towards the stage as if he were hypnotised with some weird spell you were emitting into the air. He stopped just at the edge of the stage, tilting his head slightly. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

You laughed softly, shifting your guitar strap so it rested more comfortably. “A little.” Viktor exhaled, shaking his head. “You could have just texted me, you know.” “I could have,” you admitted, sitting on the edge of the stage. “But this was more fun.” You whisper, leaning in close to his face with a close eyed smile.

His heart stuttered. His hands clenched at his sides, not out of nerves, but because if he didn’t do something, he was fairly certain he was going to combust. “Since when have I had a song written about me in that head of yours?” He asked with soft smirk, flicking your forehead. You shrugged, pretending to count. “Hm, would it surprise you if I told you ever since the café gig?” He chuckled, shaking his head.

Viktor swallowed hard, then—because this entire night had already gone completely off the rails— “So. Does this mean I’ve officially won your heart?” He asked, hands snaking up to your hips, pulling you a bit closer.

You pretended to consider it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. I’d say so.” You smirk and let him lean in for a kiss but then—

“Ew can y’all not do this right here?”

Powder’s voice echoed through the bar— a few people turning to look in your direction as you watched Viktor’s brows furrow with annoyance. “Didn’t you all beg me for months to just go for it?” Viktor said with slight anger in his voice— the wasted opportunity poking at his heart. “Yeah, but not right in front of us?!” Powder exclaimed, putting a hand on her hip.

You smiled in amusement, giggling even— “How about you and Ekko making out in our dorm almost everyday when you first got together, hm?” You tease, earning a few comebacks from both Ekko and Powder while the rest laughed.

You leaned towards Viktors ear and whisper; “Let’s get out of here?” You half ask before getting up, leaving an annoyed but proud Powder on the stage. As you pulled him toward the door, Powder cupped her hands around her mouth. “This isn’t over, Y/N!”

You tossed a playful wave over your shoulder, not even bothering to turn around.

The bar doors swung shut behind you, muting the sounds of laughter and music inside. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar, and for the first time all day, Viktor finally felt like he could breathe.

You squeezed his hand, glancing at him with a small smile. “So? Was this worth the wait?”

Viktor exhaled a laugh, shaking his head.

“Absolutely.”

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[onceinawhilemoon]

sure, sherry. your brother would just let M walk free after he literally checked every single box under Ways to Antagonize Mycroft Holmes by: killing his agents, actively fucking with intelligence and national security operations, being a literal threat to the nation, and committing the cardinal sin of stalking and threatening to hurt an overprotective mama bear’s cub (aka YOU), a crime easily punished by imprisonment, death, or worse (see: otto richter). but sure… 

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[somegrumpynerd]

Actually it turns out I had more thoughts about that post that I forgot about lol

Would Nightmare actually give up his boys? Yes and no

If it was just a black and white situation of they're miserable, they don't wanna be here, they have somewhere better to be, then yes. He would leave them out to wherever they needed to be despite his own feelings and very quickly realise afterwards just how much he'd gotten used to the noise and company. I think he would get a little clingy with Dream about it, which I'm sure Dream would find very weird after everything but not unwelcome, he did miss his brother after all.

(If he couldn't attach himself to Dream's side for whatever reason, I think he might just sit in his castle and go insane. Or maybe he'd just spend all day at Ccino's trying really hard to project that he just likes the atmosphere and isn't lonely as hell)

But the thing is, most of them don't have somewhere better to be. Horror has his au, and Nightmare would keep up the supply of food even if Horror said he wanted to quit at this point, so he would understandably let him return home. Killer, Dust and Cross effectively don't have aus anymore though, and they tend to get into self-destructive habits when they're left to their own devices. (Obviously bringing Color and Epic into the mix to make sure Killer and Cross are taken care of eases matters, but Dust doesn't really have any friends outside their group he could go stay with - that Nightmare knows about at least).

The flipside of this is that his boys may not necessarily want to be given up. I think if Nightmare got really in his head about this he could easily end up convinced this is the right thing to do without ever asking them if it's what they want, with potentially terrible results. He's established such a pattern of always returning to find Killer when they get seperated, that if he never showed up Killer might just keep sitting there and waiting for him greyfriar's bobby style, refusing to leave because he's certain his boss is coming back.

[aaron-is-comatose]

iii and iv posting about each other's instruments is so cute, theyre so excited about each other im literally so obsessed over them

[oifaaa]

Hi there, sorry that odd anon called you cringe, I do have a question sorry it's off-topic but does boxing day mean putting things in boxes, doing boxing as in combat sports or a secret third option?

It's the day after Christmas it's a bank Holiday originally a day to make donations to those in need now it's more about shop sales and posh cunty twats going fox hunting but at least it's a day off

[welcometogrouchland]

I'm going to be so real I do not understand tim & steph shippers who feel that Steph dating Tim again would save her character. You can make an argument that giving Tim a more compelling love interest would be beneficial for him! And you can at least make an argument that the fujo mischaracterization of Steph would stop. However she'd still, inevitably, be treated as a prop character/extension for someone more popular 😭 it also wouldn't make her appear in more books! Tim doesn't have many frequent appearances at the moment either! You can just say you like the couple and want them back together without acting like you have some kind of moral stance

[queerofthedagger]

sometimes. what i like to read or write in fic or just generally play around with.... is different and, dare i say, sometimes even contradicting to what i think the canonical reading is offering. like yeah he would not fucking say that but every once in a while i do like to indulge. sue me

[reverentwormpriest]

in old age after theyre married for like 20 years i think they just go around poisoning each others morning coffee and any minor argument results in them knifing each other. just to spice things up a little keep things fresh you know

[dumbgoondog]

Cursed AU(Part 1)

Cw/Tw - Blood, cannibalism, implied kidnapping, isolation, existential crisis

Ft. Sukuna and Itadori

Doing These two first cuz I got thoughts. General looks, some personality things, and D-Eval.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

He’s a spider fuckin thang. He has A LOT of spider motifs. His marks are like webbing along the body, 4 arms, 4 eyes, spiderweb cleave, the poison pit and him being the most “venomous” thing, eating other humans, etc. “The tattoos are like tiger stripes tho-“ ugh brotha please be a little more creative like come on. Yes they do, but also they can look like other things too! Anyway, also the Earth Spider or tsuchigumo. People or families seen as demons for opposing the emperor. They were often also described as long limbed, hostile, and uncivilized. These yokai of these are also portrayed to eat people. Ya seein it? Yea? Spider demon thang.

I’m not saying a drider/arachnae in shape. Keep the four arms but give four spiders arms too (with the spider paws!) from like… the hips/small of the back maybe? Give a spider butt tail thing maybe? Now make it a fire elemental spider monster. Gray skin that looks like ash with a lighter underside, keep the tattoos, give those mouth hand things spiders have but they come from inside the mouth and can fold back in. For both mouths. He can create a web now and it can either cut at will whatever it’s on or set on fire. You feeling me? Yeah you are. Also his bone growth on his face? Exoskeleton plating. I’m so genius.

But also.

I really like the like “faking to be human” thing. Everyone saying he’s a demon, a curse, anything but a mortal man. So maybe he’s got more spider motifs in general but leans more into the fake human thing. If we lean into the fake human more then I’d say his personality might shift a bit. He’s a collector now, gets people for his “family”. Uraume as his “kid” and the others too. He’s willing to entertain visitors far more but if you’re rude or anything he will kill you and you have no chance of becoming part of his “Family” or “neighborhood”. Likes the idea of an age of curses but also he likes humans. His web/shrine is his “neighborhood” where he’s creating his own kingdom/empire for people. Okay I think I kinda like this more.

Appearance wise I think keep the gray from the initial spider idea, fuck it up add some exoskeleton shit too why not. Then get rid of his face. Keep his eyes and have the spider mouth hands that come from the void but you can’t see them normally.

D-EVALUATION

Two, still. Coming from a slit. Prehensile, tentacle like. It’s got a weird foreskin that’s protecting the actual dick that once pulled back will start to come out. Sheathed, about 6in with 5.4in girth. Unsheathed, 11in with 5in girth. No balls, they’re internal now. Can’t decide if they should be ovipositors or have normal curse cum. Anywaayyyyy. He’s not as hairy anymore. Black sheath/foreskin, red tentacle dick. It kinda glows, the red part.

YUJI ITADORI

Like unc like gran nephew. That fake human vibe, give Yuji a second set of arms, no face, except instead of fire let’s go for blood. Keeping a spider theme tho. Blood wise Yuji has a lot of blood motifs and symbolism. His heart being ripped out, loosing limbs, found family, the blood of his friends, his blood family. You can see it yeah? I think like Sukuna, he also craves this idea of humanity, of “family” but also he has a focus on life and death too. He tries to not eat people, he tries really really hard, but god do they smell good. Sukuna is telling him to just eat and stop being so emotional, animals eat animals it’s fine! Deep down Yuji wants to JUST be human, to able to go to school, to make friends, to be seen. He wants to live a proper life and have a proper death..!

This leads to him isolating. He spirals hard. When he stresses he leaks blood and it gets messy. He wants to live in the neighborhood with Sukuna and his family, but it feels wrong and weird! It feels right too! He wants to understand, what he’s missing! He spends weeks hiding in his room, binging shows and books, bed rotting hardcore. He loves using the internet to watch people and he REALLY wants to try and meet people online to feel some kind of connection. Play video games with someone! He’d totally kidnap someone if he felt strongly enough or was enthralled enough by them. He’s feels really bad about it too and just continuously be apologizing about it but that he needs them/you.

D-EVALUATION

Like Sukuna’s but smaller, sheathed 4.5in with 4.7in girth. Unsheathed 8in with 4.5in girth. Black sheath/foreskin, but the tentacle is red maroon-ish. Kinda like a red warmer wine color? I dunno. It also glows but his cum looks like blood instead of the normal curse cum