#happy little guys Au

[moshi-roulette]

Fashionable Lads

I got bored and just wanted to make make some fun outfit designs for the happypasta proxies

These were really fun to do!

Spring

Carnival

Looky

Tick Tock

Alt of Tick Tock (Without Mask)

(PS guess what News Reporter is based off of)

[metamatronic]

Can we have Phone Dude content, pretty please?

this is it. this is the entire AU.

[ruporas]

biting throughout october + halloween costumes (ID in alt)

[verflares]

the legendary beast (zoom in for better quality if you'd so cheese)

capping the year off with my third redraw of this guy :]

[zu-is-here]

Celebration

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

and the musical sponsor of this comic <3

[babyblankyerror]

(W: Suicide mention)

Stanley decides he has enough and finally let's go of all hope.

When Ford is reunited with his family, everyone still unaware, they come across a water spirit in Glass Shard Beach who looks terrifyingly a whole lot like his brother.

[cursio-neptune]

despite his silly demeanor, it seems jack-o-moon is quite an intelligent cook (baker?)! or perhaps he's just good at memorizing recipes..

He's good at memorizing recipes for five minutes after he looked it up on the internet. This is his normal cooking method:

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[ping-ski]

i fear i may be put into a maze and studied like a lab rat the way i obsess over LDR. the au consumed me a while back and pushed me to start writing fics again + have an au inspired by this one :)

[moshi-roulette]

Happy Little Guys Au: Proxies

I finally came up with a proper name for this au!

Though I don't exactly know what I want this au to really be about.

But I can tell you one thing: These bois got some cool superpowers now

Might as well start with these guys first

Name: Spring

Real Name: Leo Floraison

Nicknames: Sprig, Flower Lad, Lil Bloom

Age: 15

Pronouns: He/Fae

Likes: Flowers

Dislikes: Mean People

Hobbies: Gardening, Playing the Violin

Info: As you can imagine, he doesn’t speak all that much. He would rather speak through his hands rather than his mouth. Which is perfectly fine with those around him. Fae is known to be a bit curious of the things around faer, mostly enjoying the scenery and likes admiring any plants that he comes across. He can be a bit stubborn and can come off as a bit rude, but he is quite nice. He enjoys creating flower crowns and beautiful bouquets for faer friends.

Power:

- Has the power of Chlorokinesis (Can control plants)

Theme: “String Theocracy” by Mili

Extra: He has a whole garden full of different types of plants

Name: Carnival

Real Name: Charlie Karuzela

Nicknames: Carni, Clownie

Age: 16

Pronouns: He/They

Likes: Horror Stories

Dislikes: Studying

Hobbies: Drawing, Collecting dolls

Info: A very mischievous fellow. He loves to pull harmless pranks and enjoys trying to make people laugh. He can come off as very flamboyant as well as being overly dramatic. They are what you would call an entertainer. He can also come off as extremely annoying to some people and is just as hyper, having a hard time sitting still. He is extremely talkative and will talk nonstop for a very long time. However, he is quite friendly and likes to play games with their friends.

Power:

- Has the power of Imagination Manifestation (The user can bring anything from their imagination into reality; from structures, objects, weapons, creatures, elements, or any fictional or non-fictional material that the user can think) (Search it up)

Theme: "Parade" by Susumu Hirasawa

Extra: He has a large collection of plush dolls that he cherishes

Name: Looky

Real Name: Nino Viola

Nicknames: Looksy, Purple guy (he doesn’t like that one)

Age: 18

Pronouns: He/Him

Likes: Video Games

Dislikes: Spicy Foods

Hobbies: Playing Video games, Playing Guitar, Programming

Info: He can come off as moody to some people, even a bit rude or irritable. Though, he is known to be very chill guy and can get very passionate about the things he likes. He enjoys talking about his favorite shows and video games. He is surprisingly good at sports, despite his appearance. Sure, he can be a bit hot-headed at times, but he does mean well. Of course, he acts as an older brother to Carnival and Spring and is fairly protective of them.

Power:

- Has the power of Cyberkinesis (Can control Technology)

Theme: “Reckless Battery Burns” by Ghost

Extra: His wings appear occasionally, mostly appearing as some sort of hologram.

Name: Tick Tock

Real Name: Tobias Gedicht

Nicknames: Ticky, Poet Boy

Age: 18

Pronouns: He/Him

Likes: Tea

Dislikes: “People who don’t appreciate fine art!”

Hobbies: Writing Poetry

Info: At first, he may come off as very pretentious or prideful to those who don’t know him very well. However, he’s not all that. He’s very passionate about his poetry and wants to share his writing with those around him. Sometimes he can get a bit emotional over something that’s really peaks his interest. He can be very polite and is very well spoken, having a tendency to speak in a sort of posh accent. And yes, he is still very jealous of Looky.

Power:

- Has the power of Lexiconicy (Writing Manipulation) (Also search it up)

Theme: “Tea Errors” by Jack Stauber

Extra: He also uses his cane as a weapon

[venbetta]

Freaky Friday AU

Chapter 3 - Part 2

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HAPPY NEW YEARS YALL!! EARLY OR NOT I WISH YOU GUYS A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

As a gift, I present.. ESPILVER BUFFET PART 2 !!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[In order of Aus/designs in each image.]

Lovebite au by @tsiot

Espilver girls design by @darkangelumbreon

Monster au by @inkletvoidz

Espilver designs by dekyunart on Twitter

Shared Dreams by @reploidbuddy

Espilver designs by cottoncandycat6 on Twitter

Dimitri and Cyrus designs by @reightorvixarchi

Feel free to correct me in discord or here if I got some stuff wrong on your socials! Have a nice day/night yall <33

[f1amboyant]

Training Season

Charles had always liked football just fine. He played as a kid in the schoolyard with his classmates and was as bad at it as everyone else but laughed all the same. Then… Well, then he couldn’t really play anymore, but he still watched the games on TV and followed the big international events. He liked it just fine. But now. Now Charles was rethinking his love for the sport entirely. Come to think of it, he might actually love football. For his son, of course. And not at all for the coach running from one end of the pitch to the other with wild hair and high cheekbones tinted pink, short shorts and muscular hairy legs and an ass that–

OR: Single dad Charles takes his son to football practice and falls in love with the unfraily handsome coach: Carlos. Also, he may have a lot of trauma to work on, but who has the time?

explicit ~ 50k ~ AU, fluff and angst, trauma, mpreg, so much fluffffff

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Charles had always liked football just fine. He played as a kid in the schoolyard with his classmates and was as bad at it as everyone else but laughed all the same. Then… Well, then he couldn’t really play anymore, but he still watched the games on TV and followed the big international events. He liked it just fine.

But now. Now Charles was rethinking his love for the sport entirely. Come to think of it, he might actually lovefootball.

For his son, of course. 

And not at all for the coach running from one end of the pitch to the other with wild hair and high cheekbones tinted pink, short shorts and muscular hairy legs and an ass that–

“Dad! Dad, did you see this? Dad! Look!”

Charles’ eyes snapped away from the coach’s posterior and settled back on the little boy with sandy hair and a bright red shirt and even brighter blue eyes.

“Did you see?” the boy asked excitedly, jumping on the green in front of the bench where Charles was sitting. “Did you see, Dad?”

“Yes, yes, of course, I saw. You’re doing amazing, Gab!” Charles lied through his teeth with cheeks as red as the shirt his son was wearing.

He didn’t see a thing, too focused on the coach instead of his own son.

Come on, Charles. You’re here for Gabriel, not to ogle the coach.

But to Charles’ defense, the coach was truly something to look at.

Surrounded by a dozen of excited and chaotic children running around everywhere, the man still ran twice as much as them, showing off his football skills. His t-shirt clang to his sweaty skin, hinting at muscular pecs and defined abs. His short shorts hiked up on his thick thighs showing way more than what was decent for Charles’ sanity. And truly he looked like a Greek god running around among mortals, if Charles could say so himself.

“Vamos, vamos, vamos!” the coach shouted, encouraging the children and oh no, Charles thought, was that Spanish? Poor Charles wasn’t ready for a sexy man like this one with an even sexier Spanish accent, no no no.

Charles tried very hard to focus on his son on the pitch. It lasted for half a minute before his gaze found the coach again. And apparently he wasn’t the only one ogling.

“Damn,” a woman sighed longingly behind Charles. “I would let that man do anything he wanted to me.”  

Her friend giggled.

“You are married, Susie,” the friend said. “Leave him for us, single gals, okay?”

Susie laughed and Charles risked a glance back, and yep, sure enough, the two middle-aged women followed the very same coach Charles was drooling over. Weren’t they a little old for him? But before he could ponder if yes or no, and that no, he shouldn’t shame women’s sexuality no matter their age, one of them noticed him.

“Oh, hi!” the one with the platinum square-cut hair said. Charles recognized Susie’s voice. “Sorry about that, dear. We can get a bit carried away with a man like this one. All the football moms are. You should see the group chat.”

She chuckled and Charles tried very hard not to blush.

“Sorry,” she said again, extending a hand. “I’m Susie, by the way.”

He shook her hand.

“I’m Charles. Gabriel is my son.”

“Oh, he’s such a sweet kid. And he looks a lot like you, I should have guessed. I don’t think we’ve seen you here before, though.”

“Busy with work.”

Charles tried (and failed) not to blush.

“Gabriel says you build houses,” Susan ventured carefully.

“I’m an architect.”

“Close enough,” she said with the knowing smile of a mother. “I'm Jack's mom, by the way. There’s a little gathering after practice next week. All the parents are invited to bring snacks and drinks. You’re probably busy but if you want, you are more than welcome to come. Gabriel’s mom, too.”

“Oh, it’s just me and Gab,” Charles mumbled but his shy reply was swallowed by the whistle ringing high in his ears and a cacophony of young voices heading straight for the stands and the changing rooms.

An armful of eight years old suddenly tackled him and Charles picked up his son, embracing sweat and dirt and grass and everything.

“Dad! Did you see all my moves? Did you see the goal I scored?”

“I did!”

He did not.

“I’m getting so good! The coach said so! And…”

The little boy babbled away in his dad’s ear as Charles waved a shy goodbye at Susie and the other mom, before going to the car. He risked a last glance at the pitch, but the coach was already gone.

“So, what’s the name of your coach, again?” Charles asked as innocently as he could when Gabriel paused in his incessant babbling just long enough to breathe in the back of the car.

In the rearview mirror, Charles could see the boy’s eyes sparkle at the mention of the coach.

“Carlos!” Gab shouted, grabbing the back of Charles’ seat. “He is so so cool and he is so so good at football. He teaches me all these tricks and…”

Charles smiled softly, listening to his son babble on and on about his favorite coach in the whole world and how talented and nice and funny and great and amazing and super and cool and awesome he was. For a second, Charles’ heart tugged with something like longing. A man, who was so sexy it hurt and so sweet with the kids, it had Charles’ belly in all sorts of little twists.

But no. No no no. Not possible, not happening.

Don’t even think about it, Charlie. That’s how you end up in trouble. These sorts of things never ended well for him.

He clenched his jaw, forced the devilishly handsome Spaniard out of his mind and called to Gabriel.

“We’re eating lasagna, tonight.”

“Oh. Okay,” the boy answered with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

“At Grandma’s,” Charles added and the smile was back on his son’s face.

“Yes!” the kid shouted, bouncing on the backseat happily.

Yeah, Charles could pretend he was hurt by Gabriel’s lack of confidence in his father’s cooking abilities, but truly the boy was right. Anyways, all was normal. Life was good, for Charles’ little family of two. He didn’t need anyone else.

(A little fantasy on the football coach couldn’t hurt, though, right?)

(Right.)

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[ricky-mortis]

Howdy hello- guess who made a wings au :)

More to come with this eventually- I’m working on my designs for other characters at the moment, but for now we’ve got Red-Tailed Hawk for Curt and Eagle Owl for Owen.

For DMA I had Barn Owl wings because a) Barn Owls are beautiful and I wanted to draw the wings for them, and more importantly, b) Owen would probably want to disguise his wings, and it would make sense if it was as a different type of owl. I just assume he’d dye his feathers in some way or another. Look- just don’t think about it too much.

[daikaiju-arts]

youre carrying the entire world of gangle on your back like a champion and i really like your human design for her

O-OH!!! Thank you, I dunno about the whole world but I’m really genuinely happy you enjoy my art and interpretations of her so so much! She’s my friend and I care about her deeply 💚 I’m also so so flattered you like my Irl Gangle too, it makes me glad 🥺

I actually have a whole “story” connected with her and Irl Pomni and Zooble too. I’m not sure if anyone’s interested in that but I can share the details if you are!

[clegfly]

Hi. Throws small self indulgent “mari actually IS something and after the true ending is able to get with hero via cleg logic I can’t be bothered to explain in a short funny description and oh god this is too long” au at you and runs into the woods

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carry tiny friend around by sharing outerwear with them