#this au is in work btw

[havendoesthings]

,,Please don't do that ever again"

I blame @mej2235 for my current Pokémon brainroot- (/pos)

Literally the only thing I've been thinking about for the past few days is my Ash is a Hisuian Zorua AU and I can't stop it-

So have Ash and Ingo being brothers and them both crying <3

[trekkerac]

he's like a faulty lightbulb

[spookberry]

Its been over a year since I drew page 8....

(Previously) (Next)

(AU Master Post)

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[bigfatbreak]

I'm sitting very politely and asking if it would be possible to see Adrien akumatised by Viceroy. Even if you don't want to, letting you know I'm insane about all your AUs (and your art in general, alien behaviour Shadow was so cool), you do such amazing work and I am completely normal about it

(Caspases' concept art beloooow)

[ohitslen]

Average university experience

[lotus-pear]

HIII SORRY FOR NO NEW ART have some concept sketches for the fic i'm working on instead

[chinchilla-clown]

hi dca fandom i make an offering after lurking for years what if one-sided crush but its not dca thats crushing hard

[hinamie]

i think the designs of the main cast r more or less solidified so it's time for the first not-a-sketch piece of this au featuring past and present avatars ! and their cat

jjk atla!au:

preliminary designs first year trio gojo/choso/nanami mahito/geto(?)/yuuta

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Soap's second favorite way to indulge himself on you is under you. talk about a front-row seat.

nsfw, rough sex, Soap being filthy and possessive ⬇

he wants to see you touch yourself.

but, frustratingly, you use both hands to keep steady as you ride him. 

you lean back, knees up and feet flat on either side of his ribcage as you work your hips up and down his swollen cock. he's distracted watching it disappear into your hole. your pussy grips him so hard the friction gives you resistance as you bounce.

it's hot as hell. but he's impatient. he snips at you. don't you want to get yourself off already? you look as desperate as you sound, and you sound like you've half lost your mind riding him like this. you want to cum, he tells you, you know you do.

you do what he wants and you'll have no trouble. but ignore his demands and refuse, huffing out something about getting him off first? nah, not happening.

he shifts, one rough hand grabbing where your hip opens into your thigh, and grinds his calloused thumb into your clit to punish you. your legs twitch with the shock, and you let out a long, unsteady sound. with him gripping you and the pleasure making your legs rubbery, you're unable to keep up your diligent pace.

but that's fine. he thrusts up into you languidly. edges you until you're begging.

and then he keeps edging you until you push his hand away from your clit and replace it with your own, rubbing furiously.

he praises you with a mean, smug edge in his voice. you circle two fingers over the twitching bundle of nerves and down the sides of your slit, skimming his cock with your slippery fingers as you keep working him over. working yourself over. you can't quite reach that same brisk pace you rode him before, neurons fried on oxytocin as they are, but-- well. he doesn't mind much if that slows you down.

if anything it just makes him harder. drives him crazy. and when he's ready to take what he wants, to use you for all you're worth, he plants his own feet on the bed and fucks up into you again. 

he breaks your rhythm and tears a wild sound from your throat. grabs your hip as leverage and pulls you down on his cock over and over again, matches his own thrusts, fucks you so deep your vision blurs. grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, tugs down, forces your head back and eyes up, and makes you bare your throat to him. his eyes glaze, head filled with the sound of your pretty voice made wrecked and hoarse by his grip on your hair, and eyes glued to your spasming hole as you rub your clit like your life depends on it.

he eases his grip and his pace once he's fucked you through your climax. but when you come down, you'd better not stop moving that hand no matter how overstimulated you get. or else Soap will put you right back at square one.

(Soap's first favorite way to indulge himself on you is to lace your fingers with his, palm to palm, holding your hands down beside your head so he can maintain steady eye contact no matter how aggressively he fucks you. he won't cum until he knows without a doubt he's ruined you yet again for other men. that's just a silly little thing he's decided he likes hearing you say in bed <3 and no, it's not optional.)

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more Soap / soulmate Soap / masterlist

see also: Soap is a munch, but it’s not for your benefit

[tumble-witch]

Draw a shitty comic day

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[archiepelago]

alternate surface au inspired by a few ive seen around on tumblr :3

[ping-ski]

highly recommend reading "Dial-Tone Demon" by @sinisternoodles101 and @keplitz

i love the rotary au designs i HAD to stay up and draw em' sorrh its messy im gonna slep now 👍

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[bamsara]

BTW if you've ever made fanart for anything of mine (trod, sl, ect) and you make prints of your artwork or use inprint for that, you can do that with fanart you've made for me

(brought to you by: im scratching at your doors pls let me buy a print)

[jade-len]

Tired, 39 year old Shen Yuan is constantly nagged by his parents about giving them grandchildren. At a certain point, they were done with begging for him to marry a nice lady and just skipped to pleading for grandkids.

While the idea of having a child does make his heart yearn in a way that will definitely be dangerous if thought about for too long, he just doesn't have the time! No way! And what kind of father would he be, secretly reading cheesy, terrible webnovels in his free time? Which, mind you, is rare nowadays. He'd like to spend that valuable time getting rest via napping, thank you very much.

So what if Shen Yuan's heart swells when he sees his students run up to their parents with adorable, toothy grins? So what if he treats his class like they're his own children from time to time, spoiling them silly and proudly wearing the badge of "Best Teacher!" every year? So what if he wants a child to call his own!?

To love and care for a child, Shen Yuan has accepted that it would simply be a privilege he'll never experience.

...Think, think! Don't get so mopey now, Shen Yuan! Try to outweigh the baby fever with the pessimism you (slightly) obtained from your mean older brother!

How about this: There'll be no time for himself, none at all! Just more and more work. Come home from his job, dealing with a bunch of rowdy kids to find your own permanent little monster running around the house! At least he's getting paid for the first one!?

Shen Yuan had seen those videos and posts of kids accidentally exposing their parents embarrassing tendencies. Knowing him, his hypothetical child would have piles upon piles of blackmail on the Shen family's youngest son! Leave this old man alone, alright? Non-existent dumpling, theoretical baobei, please don't be so careless with your father's reputation...

(It would be careless too, to become a gaping hole in the heart of his child. Wouldn't it be selfish to have one, only to die a few years later?)

Over a decade ago, believe it or not, this esteemed Mr. Shen had gone by the shameless persona of "Peerless Cucumber" on the internet. He'd been an infamous anti-fan of the male power fantasy stallion web-novel series, Proud Immortal Demon Way and would leave scalding essay-length comments and posts ranting about its terrible plot point and flaming the author for his awful characterization and overall writing. That era of his life was when he actually had the time to stare into the digital sea of texts and write entire documentaries as replies for twelve hours straight. Fortunately or unfortunately, Shen Yuan doesn't have the same luxury as of now.

Despite the constant hate spewing from his younger self, present-day Shen Yuan is honestly very impressed by the constant thousand word updates every day. Honestly, looking back, how did that man accomplish that? Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, dear author, are your hands okay? Youthful Shen Yuan's hands cramped all too much from simply typing up angry comments, now imagine PIDW's author??

Aaah, yes, the former hater Peerless Cucumber had long forgotten about PIDW. The author mysteriously disappeared one day, leaving Luo Binghe out on his own for more wives to dual cultivate with as Shen Yuan had realized his passion for literature (and critique!).

With a newfound, realized passion in his heart, Shen Yuan went off to actually pursue the college education his parents had very lovingly saved (and were ecstatic he was actually using) and became a literature teacher! NEET 21 year old Shen Yuan would be quite astonished to see this dignified Mr. Shen now, yes, very much so indeed.

Now, Shen Yuan.. doesn't quite remember PIDW all too well. He begrudgingly admits that it holds a dear and special place in his heart, but in all honesty, Shen Yuan can remember merely a handful of the wives and plot points. Ah, this is what happens when you actually get a life, interesting! Clap it up!

The most Shen Yuan remembers is the stallion novel character, Luo Binghe. His favorite, and - he really can’t stress this enough - an absolutely wasted potential of a character. Shen Yuan may be an older and wiser man who doesn't waste constant time on the internet like before, but that only means he actually has a degree to be critic. Serves all of those self-righteous, questioning commenters right from all those years ago! Look at him now!

Importantly however, Shen Yuan also remembers just how badly he wanted to coddle the protagonist, blackening or not, pre-abyss, post-abyss, even as a demonic tyrannic emperor! Can you believe that none of Luo Binghe's wives wanted to squeeze his cheeks and kiss his forehead!? Master Airplane, throw in some fluff, will you? Spare the poor boy from all of these succubi (metaphorically and literally) and let him take a nap! Ahhh, who really cares if Luo Binghe has a kingdom he needs to take over? Throw a blanket on him! Cranky, old Mr. Shen knows the feeling of being terribly overworked, so imagine how the protagonist feels!? Shen Yuan nods his head approvingly at the thought.

All of those mistresses flocking over to Luo Binghe... If Shen Yuan were his guardian, he would kick them all out without a second thought in place of good family bonding time.

Women, power, sex... really, what's needed is a loving father who'll coddle and take care of Binghe when no one else can!

So, Shen Yuan guesses he shouldn't be surprised when he wakes up in the body of Tianlang-jun.