#College Days au

[wreckrinho]

Im doing a lot of drawings of peri and irep as toddlers/children. But would youguyysss like it if i made drawings of 'em in college years???? It would be more of an AU ig, buuuttt...it sounds niiice!!!!💙💜

Edit: I'll consider reblogs as a "yeah, do it" u_u

[heyitsnaardi]

it's too early to be provoking this way ffs

part 2??

[blabberoo]

"You have 72 hours."

Left alone in the consequences of his obsession, he let desperation get hold of his intellect and come up with a plan. For the world. For himself.

[puppppppppy]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

[rika-mortis]

Made a silly alternate version for the previous comic

[lilybug-02]

An alarm clock sounds the end!

Bug Fact: Several insects can hear ultrasonic sound waves, including cockroaches, spiders, wasps, beetles, and flies.

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[theokusgallery]

Little pet project of a human AU

The comic above is from they were 14-15, they're 19-20 here

[konjiang]

Cumplane college au, where SQH is a young-looking professor who secretly writes PIDW to pay his student debt. SY is a literature major in his class. I want SY to admire SQH for his amazing story-writing abilities and always talk to him about novels (not porn ones) he finds interesting until one day, he slips up and talks about a web novel.

SQH: *sweating* What other web novels have you read?

SY: There's this web novel that started up super strong with a tragic main character and interesting premise, but now it only has sexual content that is tailored for a perverted male audience.

SQH: O-oh, uhmmm, that's terrible... What is it called?

SY: PIDW

SQH: *panicking and screaming internally*

SY: Professor, you should read it so we can talk about this novel's wasted potential.

SQH: Of c-course

Then, SQH started to avoid SY, and SY was depressed because of it. His favorite professor, and basically the only person he talked to, was ignoring him. That was unacceptable, so he went to SQH's office hours to trap him so SQH could not run away. When SY arrived, he found the office unlocked, but SQH was not there.

Having nothing else to do, SY started reading the latest chapter of PIDW and was immediately enraged by the shit chapter. Now, he really wanted to talk to SQH about this, but since he was not here yet, SY started going ham in the comment section. To make it worse, Airplane was replying to his comments, which irritated him more.

Before SY could reply, SQH walked into the office. SQH, surprised by SY's presence, dropped his phone when he saw the student he was trying to avoid sitting in his office. SY, being the polite kid, picked up his professor's phone, intending to respect SQH's privacy by not looking. However, his eyes were immediately drawn to SQH's screen because it was opened to the comment section of the latest chapter of PIDW with SQH's username visible.

SY: OMG, YOU'RE AIRPLANE

[double-gs]

Okay, i love smut sometimes but can we not go back to fluff and especially ANGST!?!? And i dont mean start off with angst and end with angsty smut or start with fluff and end with fluffy smut, i mean genuine fluff and angst, pure pain or happiness. Its literally the only thing that comes up for most searches, especially on tumblr and its so annoying cause i just want to read something but its all just dick and pussy like PLEASE

Not to mention the amount of DISTURBING "dark content" smuts there are. It's creepy and weird

[cuepickle]

“Bet you haven’t seen this much ass in your life, Indiana”

Harringrove!College AU. Billy’s talking about all the girls at the rush, but all Steve can think about is all that ass right beside him.

(Also Steve is probably the first person to use a wine glass at a frat rush but he’s just rich & out of touch bougie like that)

[exceedboundaries]

Apricity's first little comic! Ruffles is a very loyal slugcat, I'll have you know.

Apricity is an AU set between Rivulet and Saint's campaigns that assumes that Rivulet was sent to investigate conditions around Five Pebbles and Moon, given the mark of communication by-- of all iterators-- Unparalleled Innocence. A pearl from Moon's area carried back to UI reveals that, perhaps, it may be worth a shot sending some instructions.

In the meantime, with no contact between the rest of the local group and FP/Moon, the local group has been busy. Busy with what? Well, with abandoning their slowly deteriorating cans and going to the one with the best chance of long-term survival, but perhaps more is going on than just that...

And Spearmaster makes a return! (Not dying on my watch.)

[kevinsdsy]

next part >

kevaaron (crack) socmed au (pt. 1): when i said this was gonna be an ooc and a crack fic i did not lie. sooo originally i didn’t even want to include exy, but it’s just weird having kevin obsess over another sport and i want there to be a reason why the trojans know the foxes so yeah but yeah the rest? not as canon compliant. seth is alive, neil wasn’t on the run he just travelled a lot (as does derek so they ran into each other in europe once), the whole escaping the nest thing didn’t happen jean and kevin are just childhood friends and went separate ways. we’ll get enough pain and tragical plots next week, i’m here to heal us and keep things silly

tag list: @kevindavidday @minyard-05 @afidiofobia @aceadoxography

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

At The Red Light

Pairing: fwb! Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au, Friends with Benefits, Fluff/Angst if you squint.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption (reader is of Korean legal drinking age)

Word count: 491

━╋。[10:11pm] ‐ Close wasn't close enough. Behind the wheel, Jinwoo drove not too far from Hongdae. He checked his GPS navigation while he gripped the wheel the tiniest bit tighter. It was the 14th. A day of love, compassion, and care. Those three things he felt and more. Though he'd never admit it, you inspired his silent devotion in parallel to his detriment.

Inside Club XX, you downed some shooters alongside your friends despite your parched throat. During this time, you sucked on a lime wedge just as you whined your waist to your favorite song blasting from the speakers. The DJ made announcements over the loud music. Something about finding your other half.

Romantic love, at least, never found you. It was foreign in its familiarity. So close you could taste it. Or taste him, rather. You've played the hand you've been dealt many times, and in return: nothing. Nothing worthwhile. Sweetness from your chaser encouraged licked lips. Would it kill him to be honest? You shouldn't be the one to have to say it. Lust isn't in his blood. Never was.

Glancing around the bar and tapping your friend, you needed some air in spite of the fact that your previous rum with Coke was starting to win. She nodded, then told the others you wouldn't be long.

Between the intersection of Jandari-ro and Wausan-ro, mist lingered from drizzling rain hours before. Bold white stripes of the crosswalk were a neon red hue to then be washed out by beaming headlights.

An icy blue set of eyes met yours at the red light. You did a double take but shook your head. By the time you looked again, the car was gone. You were just seeing things. You had to be. Then your phone started buzzing in your back pocket. Putting it to your ear, you slowly leaned back against the nearby wall.

"Hello? Jinwoo?"

“I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear while shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"N-no, it's okay. I just thought you'd be busy tonight."

"Busy? You know I'll always make time for you." He paused. There was slight interference on his end. "But this is different. We need to talk. It's about...us."

"Us? I don't understand—"

"Look up for me, Aein?"

Just at that moment, your wandering gaze that didn't seem to settle met his. Instantly dropping your phone from your ear, Jinwoo took long strides as he flashed you a grin. Something like a somersault happened in your chest the minute you saw cellophane, craft paper, and tissue paper in his arms.

"This was your plan? That better not be a pity rose bouquet. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it." you remarked, smiling coquettishly.

He loomed closer, taking in the sight of you. What gap there was was nonexistent. There were 50,000 won bills wrapped around the glittered petals.

"Depends, do you love me or chocolate more?”

If you enjoyed it, please comment, like, and reblog!

A/N - Aein is a term of endearment, it means sweetheart in Korean.

Divider created by @cafekitsune

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! <3

[viv-url]

[alovember]

I love drawing things from my own fic I haven't put up yet, anyway college au style my beloved