#did i use the right fanart tag for this au

[mmoofykins]

Mmmmnjjee thinking about them so bad

theres something about no color i really like

@tapakah0’s jacob‘s ladder au!!

[sashthesloth]

“Janiris. It’s an asari holiday.” […] “It is mainly marked by a feast and the making of flower crowns and necklaces. Then exchanged between friends and lovers.”

The Untamed Effect, Chapter 6 by @thievinghippo

[skitskatdacat63]

“Amore et Timore” - King Fernando I “El Animoso”

[viorel-lette]

Dollfaced | by Jamma (@/jambound on X)

Death is a reprieve. Shadow Milk will not be granted it again.

[Major spoilers and tears and coping below ]

Haha three brush strokes to the right, amirite guys? WRONG IT'S TWO TO THE LEFT *SOBS AND SCREECHES IN PURE AGONY* Oouhhhh my shaylas,,, my delusional happy ending,,, my sanity deteriorating while making this comic,,,

Saw some really cool fanart on twt and though jamma wrote an Awakened PV and Fount oneshot AU– WHAT DID I JUST READ INSTEAD 😭???? I got lured guys,,, lured I tell you,,, and me thinking I was prepared for the angst after reading the tags but jamma does not play with those things and OUWGH—

Started feeling the sad stuff on Smilks part, chocked on our diva queen Golden Cheese's decision on BSpice and started tearing at Mystics.

"MyStiC flOur cOoKie Had aLwAys enjoYed sunSets"— YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE MYSTIC FLOUR ENJOYS???? Turning cookies into flour. This line turned ME into flour AUOGHSBEJK-

Sugar's part just made it sadder and Silent was blissfully protected from the horrors by not being released yet and therefore not having enough lore to sob about. They may not be spared next time.

By my powerful delusional rays and for the betterment of my sanity, I'm here to tell you guys that none of that actually happened and Smilky just had a not so silly nightmare, forgot about it afterwards and got up with his usual crazy happies and joys and went to the ivory pagoda with Nilla (whom he has a healthy relationship with) where all the ancients and beasts (whom are also friendsies with each other) were having a family picnic, including the minions and where BSpice got some therapy for his destructive depressies and Mystic flour could control the sun so she could enjoy 2717369948720 billion sunsets with Haetae and Sugar is concious and actually happy and also Silent is present and happy and also everyone's happy 🥰🤗🥰.

Okay crashout and delusions aside, I hope you guys liked this little comic thing I made from the tears I felt too greatly ^^ I'll be off to share my sorrows on the dark birdie app now

[And another note!! The gorgeous little poem I used above is by Althea Davis ]

[lily-bisque]

ＷＡＹ ＯＵＴ ＴＨＥＲＥ 𖠰 ⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧🪵𓇢𓆸

interlude — a man needs a maid

✦ ── pairing: lumberjack!sukuna x citygirl!reader

✦ ── synopsis: taking a hike, alone, in a massive forest to escape your mundane life may not have been the greatest idea you'd conjured up—a realization you'd come to soon after you managed to lose your map miles inland. but when a lumberjack who knows the land like the back of his hand offers you a place to stay, you think maybe your life isn't so tragic after all. besides, for the sake of your safety, who knows what lingers in the shadows after nightfall?

✦ ── contents: lost in the forest au, forced proximity, bantering, angst, trauma/torture aspects, minor injuries, eventual romance, eventual smut, no use of y/n, mental health and depression struggles, suicide, blood and violence, and mentions of war—pls remember that this is a fictional work inspired by a comic and i am not using this to rewrite history or treat any tragedies unseriously! more tags to be added.

✦ ── a/n: i want to bring to your attention this lovely fanart by @/boxonarock i came across on my dash! it is so so fucking cool that my work inspired art like hello?? yes i do stare at it when i wake up. also, i do apologize for the late update—seriously needed a break after chaining myself to my computer and being incredibly self critical. also pls be mindful of commenting etiquette 🫶 hope you guys enjoy thissss!

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A WEEK BEFORE THE CAGE FIGHT

“You been down here lots, Ryomen. You good?”

Sukuna frowned at the use of his first name, fingers weighing the wads of cash in his rough hands as some janitor slapped a mop against the sweat and blood-ridden—none of which belonged to Sukuna—mat floors. The sickening mix of copper and bleach burning his nostrils was enough to make him dizzy.

“I’m bringing the cash in, ain’t I?” He grumbled, stuffing the bundles into his pockets and snarling. He doesn’t even care to count it. “Why’s it matter if I wanna get my hands dirty?”

Sukuna watched as the janitor's fingers trembled around the wooden stick, dragging the mop in shitty and sloppy strokes, as if being in the presence of the cage fighter was too much. 

The manager of the illegal underground ring hummed, tilting their head slightly and picking their words, wondering how they’d get the brute to talk. “What, you get your heart broken?”

Sukuna’s crimson eyes set ablaze with something fiery, glaring at his manager who didn’t even falter. The only person Sukuna couldn’t manage to scare off it seemed.

Besides you. But you didn’t know what lay in his hands, what coursed through his DNA, what slithered through his mind while he slept.

Why he kept his bedroom door locked at night, a chair pressed against the doorknob.

“Fuck off,” he spat, pushing out of the cage as the last of the audience filed out. The manager only rolled their eyes, heading back to their office, deciding the oaf of an employee was a lost cause.

But Sukuna was right. He did rake the cash in. Who cares if he picked up a couple of shifts?

Sukuna stomped into the locker room, ignoring his opponent struggling to change themselves in the corner with a few of his friends. It’s what happens when you fuck around—you find out.

He stopped before the foggy and rusted over mirror chipped away with old age and poor maintenance, staring at his reflection. There were specks of blood littering his cheek that didn’t belong to him, along with a new scar across his jaw as his opponent decided to bring a knife to a fist fight.

Just chalking up another mark to tally in the endless record.

He turned the faucet on, splashing cold water over his face and hunching over the sink. Raking a finger through his damp pink tresses, he grabbed his flannel and ancient, cracked phone from his locker, before heading out.

On his way out, he tugged his dog tag from his neck, shoving it into his pocket.

He threw his hat over his head, eyes downcast as he headed right past his truck and began his regular route of trekking uphill through the forestry.

But as he made his way down the sidewalk, someone ran into his shoulder—hard enough to knock him off pace, a stumble in Sukuna’s gait.

“Hey!” Sukuna called out as his rage flared, turning around and meeting a leather jacket, and short blonde hair.

The man paused for just a moment, before turning just to cast Sukuna a momentary glance and smiled, wide enough to reach both ears. “‘Scuse me,” he snarled, before continuing forward.

Sukuna felt his heart drop to his stomach, a sudden lurch nearly making him keel over as his feet planted in the ground beneath him like he’d stepped into black tar.

“Jin…” he whispered, eyes saucer-wide as his limbs felt heavy at his sides, breaths shallowing and rough.

The man didn’t stop, just continued walking down the sidewalk.

“Wait…” Sukuna whispered, one foot picking up and stepping forward, before the next moved with a mind on its own. “Wait!” He called out again, gruffly.

Sukuna paced after him, the sidewalk suddenly filled with far too many walking bodies as he shuffled past them, face contorting in frustration as he couldn’t seem to keep up.

“Jin, hold on!” He desperately called, frowning as his jaw tensed, side-stepping and picking up his pace.

All he could do was stare at how that leather jacket seemed to blend in with the sea of passersby, eyes glossing over in irritation as his half-brother was just a finger lengths away.

He finally caught up, clapping a hand over the leather jacket and spinning him around. “Jin—.”

“Uh, can I help you?”

It was a scrawny, ginger man with acne littering his pallid expression, staring confused up at the near seven foot tall man.

Sukuna faltered, eyes swimming with confusion and denial for a moment as he paused. “No… Thought you were, uh, someone else,” he grumbled, removing his hand and allowing the young man to walk away.

Sukuna could only stare at the retreating figure, feeling an impending migraine, digging his thumbs into his temples, attempting to slow his racing heart.

𖠰 ✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧🪵𓇢𓆸

June 6th, 1944 — Beaches of Normandy.

The air was sweltering and thick with the scent of gunsmoke, something coppery akin to blood, and stagnant mud. There were dead bodies littering the sand, their lifeless eyes glossed over and skin paled.

Sukuna’s fists clenched where he sat perched at the front of the tank truck, awaiting the signal from his leader.

Jin, his half-brother, sat beside him, eyes glinting with something wild and canines snarling with a bloodlust.

Sukuna couldn’t catch up to his much stronger, much faster brother who was now climbing off of the truck bed at the sight of a family retreating. Jin’s feet slapped against the sand as he bolted towards them, bony claws piercing through his knuckles, bared to slash against an unsuspecting young boy.

“Down, soldier!” Their leader called out, eyebrows drawn in at the sight of Jin nearly drawing blood against the trembling boy's throat.

Sukuna gaped, feeling his stomach lurch.

Jin had promised him everything from the fateful day they’d left his manor, two young boys sprinting through the brush and away from the gruesome sight they’d left behind. 

Sukuna, a young sickly boy with wealthy parents, Noritoshi and Kaori, and Jin, the son of the forgettable farmhand.

Jin was Sukuna’s best friend, though Jin’s father did whatever he could to keep them apart, the man an abusive and narcissistic psychopath.

The day where the information of Kaori’s infidelity with Jin’s father was brought to light, the farmhand demanded that Kaori leave the manor with him in a drunken stupor.

Oh, how Noritoshi had lost it.

Brought his fist slamming right down on the inebriated and scowling farmhand’s face for laying a finger on his wife, before the latter wielded a rifle and murdered Noritoshi in cold blood, in his own home.

Sukuna had hurried downstairs at the chaos with wild eyes, and before he knew it, for the first time, his abilities had awakened as he clawed Jin’s fathers face off with bony weapons protruding from his knuckles.

Kaori couldn’t take the grueling sight—shooting herself as both of her lovers had died right before her.

Jin and Sukuna were left to stare at the warm blood spilling from their family members' bodies, before Jin took it in his own hands and dragged his half-brother out of there.

“We need to take care of each other. From now on, it’s just you and me, brother.”

Sukuna hadn’t expected to see Jin wield his own bony claws, to teach him how to wield such a power.

From the trenches they’d sat beside each other in, to the strategic planning in underground bunkers, to the nights they’d spent perched up in a tree for watch shift—Sukuna hadn’t expected to watch his brother’s reckless need to claw life away steadily grow.

Sukuna stood from where he sat in the truck bed, his anger flaring suddenly as he stomped across the warm stand and bared his bony claws at his brother’s throat. “Put him down,” he demanded through clenched teeth.

Jin’s eyes narrowed for a moment, betrayal flashing for a moment, before his mouth twitched into a wicked grin. “Really, Ryo?”

Sukuna didn’t falter, only pressing his claws against him harder, enough to draw blood as it dribbled down his jugular, the wound sewing itself over actively.

Jin chuckled. “You are aware that this won’t kill me, hm?” He hummed, cocking his head condescendingly. 

“Let him go.”

Jin paused, mulling something over in his head for a moment, before dropping the boy. He scurried away to his sobbing mother off to the side, retreating with the rest of her kids away from the warfront. “All jokes, Ryo. No need to get riled up,” he grinned, attempting to make his way past his half-brother.

But Sukuna stopped him, stepping right in front of him and glaring. “I’m done,” he grunted, feeling his claws retreat beneath skin.

Jin pursed his lips in confusion. “Done what? Done huffing and puffing?” He dryly teased, prodding his tongue against his cheek.

Sukuna scoffed, pulling his webbing belt with tactical supplies off and tossing it to the floor.

He brushed past his half-brother, parsing through the tall grass, not even turning around as he felt a pair of eyes piercing through his back.

𖠰 ✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧🪵𓇢𓆸

August 15th, 1969 — In a bar somewhere Sukuna is far too drunk to recall.

His red Harley Davidson he’d won a few days back at some casino was perched at the bar parking lot, currently being inspected by military grade soldiers.

There were a few eyes lingering on Sukuna slumped over the bar counter, slurrily asking for another shot, until he felt a few pairs of arms dragging him from his stool.

He weakly called out in retaliation and swatted weak limbs, surprised they had more than one security hand, when he recognized his old squadron leaders’ eyes lingering on him, then he felt his eyes blur over.

He passed out weakly in their arms from the amount of alcohol he’d downed. It wasn’t unlike him, spending his nights blowing money and getting so drunk he couldn’t remember the previous night when he’d awaken in some alleyway slumped.

They must’ve waited until he’d gotten wasted to drag him away. No one in the bar questioned the soldiers dressed in official uniforms, turning away and feigning ignorance.

He was tossed into the back of a van, driven off to some shitty facility in the middle of a desert.

They’d kept an eye on him, afraid he’d wake at any moment, but they had enough time to restrain him into a seat.

Enough time to dose him up into a bleary state with some concoction that paralyzes him awake.

To microneedle thick black lines across his body, to ensure the man would be recognizable from miles away.

Enough time to whisper about some sort of drug called adamantium, turning his bones to steel, making the man virtually indestructible. Cryptic descriptions of how they’d make him the strongest soldier in the world.

Sukuna doesn’t remember much from that day.

He remembers tearing himself from the restraints underwater in some vat, clawing at his squadron leader's face until his body fell still, then attacking the rest of the crew and leaving them alive but immobile, before climbing his way out of there.

They hadn’t expected Sukuna to fight back to such an extent, incredibly underprepared for his retaliation.

Sukuna had been a zombie since, wading from town to town, never quite sticking to one place.

He hadn’t heard from his brother in ages, wondering if his squadron leader had gotten to him before Sukuna. He had frequent nightmares and night terrors due to it, thrashing in his bed, awoken in a cold sweat and heaving.

He collected addresses for years, each trail coming up severed, eventually relenting and stashing them away in his drawers in frustration.

But with the looks he’d received from his permanent tattoos, the man stowed himself up in the woods years ago, away from the piercing stares of passersby, of anyone who looked too long.

He’d run into Uraume on a trek up the mountains, slathered in mud and whining after getting their foot caught in brush. He’d simply taken them home that day, a mutual understanding between the two creatures.

Working as a lumberjack had been easier. He could corner himself off to one nook of the mill and ward off stares to the best of his extent.

And when he’d caught wind of the underground ring? He’d wasted almost no time showcasing his ability for a little bit of fun.

What did he have to lose at the time?

𖠰 ✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧🪵𓇢𓆸

Present day — Back home

Sukuna kicked his front door open lazily, tossing his flannel on the couch before stepping back outside.

His hand gripped the handle of his axe, grabbing a piece of wood and sending the heel of the axe down onto it.

He didn’t waste a second lazing around after his shift at the sawmill—not allowing thoughts to come stabbing into his mind like sharpened knives as life had felt incredibly purposeless most days.

Uraume didn’t greet him, resting in their dogshed and whining like they did most days since you left.

Sukuna rolled his eyes, tossing the sliced wood into the growing pile. It was far too tall now, enough to keep him covered for the next few winters and more. “Yeah yeah, I get it. Ya miss her,” he scoffed, muscles rippling beneath his tee as Uraume flopped around in boredom.

Sukuna caved, grabbing a bone and tossing it to keep the mutt's mind busy.

As the sun began to dip and Sukuna’s stomach began to grumble, perspiration layering his body like a second skin, he headed back inside and cleaned himself off, preparing a meal and flopping onto the kitchen table.

He scarfed down the meal he made himself, eyeing the newly organized counters where you rearranged his appliances and wiped dust from them.

He groaned at the imagery of you swirling around his kitchen with your annoying beam, finishing off the last of his supper and shoving the dishes into the sink, too exhausted to care about cleaning them. He padded over to his bedroom, tossing the damp towel around his neck into his hamper, the action too aggressive and sending the plastic bin falling over.

Sighing, he walks over, righting it upwards, when his eyes trail the clothing you’d left behind folded and placed at the top shelf in his closet.

Something disgusting twisted in his chest at the sight, narrowing his eyes and scowling.

But he didn’t toss the clothes away. Didn’t stuff them somewhere he couldn’t see to be reminded of your presence.

He kept them there. As a reminder. Of what? He wasn’t quite sure himself.

[shysuccubusstuff]

Puppy! Caleb pt. 3

Content: Puppy! Caleb + Non proof-reader; Overstimulating + Muzzle + Overstimulation + Size difference + Ruth + Cunnilingus + Overstimulation

Summary: After Caleb's constant misdeads, you believe it is time to get him a muzzle, just so he can learn to control himself. Little did you know that this would completely backfire on you...

Note: Omg, this is one of the AUs I have used the most cause Caleb is so so puppy coded... Based on this one fanart of my sweet boy Caleb being a hybrid + with a muzzle! Also, @namjooningera thanks for the suggestion!! I'm so glad you enjoy this small AU, also, I hope everyone has heard Caleb's JP voice it sounds so so yummy ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ Let me know if there are tags missing or similar things! + Any suggestions!

That had been the last time you left Caleb do whatever he wanted to do with you, in fact, you rushed to one of your friends who also had a hybrid of a similar age, maybe she would have some tips to share with you?

After talking with her for a few hours with her, you finally reached the perfect choice. Buying one of those muzzle that stopped them from trying to mark their owner, the one that would cause no harm to them, of course, just enough so he could stop that strange habit form popping out... It took barely a few days for the muzzle to arrive, quickly opening the package so you could put it on him. As soon as you called out to him, it barely took a few seconds for Caleb to come rushing towards you, almost crushing you against the couch as he got on top of you. "Wait, Caleb! I got something for you." Caleb sat close to you, arms still wrapped around you as he waited (almost) patiently for you.

"What is it, what is it? Did you buy something new for yo--?" Caleb tail suddenly stopped wagging the moment he saw that ugly thing on your hands. "What is that?"

"My friend recommended it for you, she said it would help you with your... your biting habit." Caleb furrowed his eyebrows, ears lowering to his hair. Still, he allowed it, letting you put the muzzle on him which would forbid him from getting a bit too close to you while you were unaware. As soon as you got it on him, you wrapped your arms around him, letting him rest his head on your legs as you caressed his soft hair. Surely you had found the perfect solution! ...Right?

With that out of the way, you made sure to give Caleb just as much love as you had always wanted, always having him close to you, even letting him inside the bathroom while you were showering, after all, he was no longer a threat for you, so of course you would let him enter! This included sleeping together, letting Caleb wrap his arm around your smaller frame, making you feel as if you were being hugged by a huge and warm teddy bear. Gosh, you were so so glad that your friend had given you such a nice tip!

Now for Caleb... this was absolute torture. I mean, yes, he could now get as close as he wanted without you getting nervous in case he chose to turn into heat, but he could barely restrain himself from pressing his hardened cock against your ass, tip leaking just from remembering how your body looked just after leaving the shower. a few dropplets falling down your damp skin and hair, your sweet scent now mixed with the ingredients of your favourite shampoo... He could feel his jaw tightening just from forcing himself to stay there, he knew that he could easily break that stupid muzzle with ease, but he chose not to, after all, he was well aware of how happy it had made you that you were able to get as close to him as possible without his body reacting to you. He was actually planning on staying like that for as long as you wanted him to, well, that was his plan, at least until his ruth arrived.

As soon as it arrived, it forced Caleb's brain to become completely filled with different scenes of your naked body completely wrecked, eyes foggy as he imagined the many different positions in which he would put you if you gave him the chance. Caleb was barely able to keep it together, having to dig his claws on the clothes he was wearing, even to the point of tearing them apart as he kept forcing himself to stay right there. As he was still battling against himself, his ears twitched, suddenly catching the soft whimpers that came from your room, together with that delicious scent you emanated from your body... It barely took a few tries for Caleb to break free, the poor muzzle ripped apart as he rushed towards your bedroom, tail wagging excitedly as he jumped on top of you. "I need you... please~... I have been the best dog ever, I have been wearing that stupid muzzle for so long... just let me taste you... please, please, please... Let me make you feel good, please." Caleb's eyes were completely dilatated, his mouth watering the second he remembered the slightly salty taste of your fluids, gosh you could even feel his knot hitting against your tummy.

"Caleb?... Just what are you even...?" You were barely able to understand what he was saying, your brain still a bit fuzzy from your recent orgasm. You knew you were supposed to teach Caleb to stay calm, but come on... How could you refuse him? His ears lowered, eyes watery and shiny under the moonlight, lips glistening as if they were begging to be kissed... Fuck it, you would think about the consequences later. "Just... just your tongue, nothing else." Caleb's ears perked, strong hands grabbing you by your ankles before you had the chance to say anything else. Without you noticing, Caleb had already put you in a different position, with him under you, his breath hitting against your entrance as he smiled brightly. Soon, his tongue was all over your poor pussy, tongue lapping on the fluids that had stayed there after your previous orgasm, licking everything up with eagerness, almost as if he was eating his favourite food. Then, his tongue started to play with your clit, sucking on it as he moved his left hand towards his dick, taking advantage of the precum that had been dripping from his knot so he could set a rapid pace, his tongue still focused on torturing your poor clit. "You taste so good... so good... so good... I love you, I love you... Love you so much... let me be your boyfriend... promise I'll... I'll behave, let you do whatever you want with me... Honey... you taste so good." Caleb's mind was far too gone by then, ignoring your pleas and soft taps on his head as you tried to get him to let you down from his face, his face completely buried between your thighs as he lost himself on you. "Just a bit more, yeah? For me..." Caleb's tongue kept fucking your poor entrance, making you cum over and over again until your legs felt as if they were about to give out.

Guess next time would be the charm...?

[leopardusk]

They call me the cat artist because I can’t stop turning humans into cats.

Not a joke. It’s a serious problem and I can’t stop

Anyway I was really charmed by @ratsoupee’s grouptale au, all seven human souls falling at once and being friends. So, naturally, I felt that they needed to become felines for the world to be okay. And you know what? I was right.

Rain is so rabbit to me: small unassuming creature that prefers to hide but is also protective and WILL claw your eyes out. Clover gets a hat and bushy tail. Dot looks a lot like a dog but they’re actually a cat I promise, just very dog coded to me. Elise is mouse to me so they’re a peterbald. Percy’s stripes were hard to make work but I like what I did with the fur. I couldn’t make the apron work so I melded it into Tao’s fur. I am a chubby Frisk truther. Chara has a weirdly long tail because ghost and it’s fun ok (their colours were so difficult and I’m still not fully happy but it’s 1am and I’m done)

Feel free to use these designs when making fanart for the AU! I’d love to be tagged in it so I can see.

[the-real-couchrat]

Post ending / rescue AU / recovering Curly is everything to me, so I’m making a list of other people’s posts that feature him. (The links will connect to a reblog of them in case anything ever happens to the original post)

If anyone ever see’s posts like these ones, PLEASE tag me in a reblog!! All posts are welcome, not just art!

Please note that I don’t decide what to add to this list based on shipping, opinions on the metaphors in the game, the accuracy of burn scars, the morality of Curly, or anything else that causes discourse in the fandom. I just add any posts that I come across that include Curly recovering from his injuries in any way. Prosthetics, wheelchair, wig, crutches, It just needs to have him in better shape than when he first got injured.

No NSFW

(Also this post is edited to add new ones when I find them)

Rehabilitated Curly

Party with no Jimmy

Stand around in medbay party (Idk if this counts, but he has prosthetics so I'm saying it does)

Happy abortion!

Post-ending speculation (text)

20 years later (I AM NOT WORTHY TO LOOK UPON THIS WITH MY MERE MORTAL EYES)

ANYA’S GRADUATION DAY

Post ending

Rescue/Recovery AU

My own post! (text)

Aftermath Curly

Good ending

Best way to approach captain’s disability?

A little sketch

They care

���I wouldn’t want to frighten her”

Anya doesn’t quite overdose

They’re safe

Guys rate my fanart

WWI face prosthetics

Less fucked up Curly AU

Fix-it type AU

Silly recovering time

Curly got some gifts for his b-day

Imagine Curly survived (twitter)

Curly with a service dog

I’m not a dog and you’re not a mare

Drawing the dentalcare crew (does this count?)

The quality will not be questioned

Fix-it AU

Want to make Curly some cool new mechanical hands so he can strangle Jimmy

One can dream

He’s got a wig now

Happy ending where they all survive (devianart)

It hurt my heart (twitter)

God forbid I get sick (translated?)

This might be controversial but… (text)

Let’s get you out of the house!

Cyberpunk AU

Cartoons with breakfast

Old-school surgeries (text)

Post-ending fic prompt (text)

Post-rescue AU curlyana

Post-rescue curlyana part two

Why is this goddamn white boy so hard to draw?

Captain stop infodumping the baby

Maybe never forgive

Draw Captain Curly having a prosthetic limb

Curly from Mouthwashing (good ending)

This is how I imagine Curly post OP

whats the worse fate, whatd be better for the tulpar crew

Wip

🐈

Mouthwashing AU (Reddit)

Curly if he survives (Reddit)

My own art

I’ll give him smoochies, prosthetics, and skin grafts

Art dump time✨

Hoppin on da trendin train

The crew built curly a mechanical hand

How to give Captain Curly a voice (idk if this technically counts, but it’s a disability aid so I will)

Doodle of the Tulpar crew post-rescue!

New hyperfixation just dropped

Hi Tumblr. Funny seeing you here

Another rehabilitated Curly

Who up washing they mouth rn

Don’t use the dog buttons (text)

Haunted part one and two

Prosthetics

AU were someone saves them

Mouthwashing doodles

A New Ladder-Reader x Curly (I’ll add the original art videos when I can) (also I didnt read it. if someone did read it, please let me know if it’s SFW)

I know he always have his headphones on

More rehabilitated Curly✨

You guys like this right

Anya, what’s it like working as a medic on a spaceship?

This is how we can still get the good ending

“I’m sorry Anya”

More cringe mouthwashing art be upon thee

Curly’s happy (and recovering) ending

Writing an AU of mouthwashing where the crew survives

Most people seem to be giving him prosthetics…

Doing a bit of study

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Ladonb Kokosa (TikTok account, LOTS of great videos )

Giving the mouthwashing characters what they deserve (TikTok)

Zest for life

How I think the Tulpar crew would make YT videos

Some recovered Curly art

Edit: I am no longer seeking out these posts, and new ones will only be added if I’m tagged or such

[pikavani]

⋙Masterpost of @pikavani⋘

Hi, I’m Pika! >That's me!

I love creating fanart, comics, and OCs. Right now, I’m obsessed with The Amazing Digital Circus, so expect plenty of it!

I’m an adult, so you'll see adult humor in my work. While I have social anxiety and can be pretty awkward, I genuinely love and appreciate positive feedback—don't hold back in the comments!

If I don’t respond or reblog your fanart, please don’t take it personally—I’m just really particular about what goes on my blog.

My specialty lies in character design, heavily influenced by manga and anime. My style is a blend of American cartoons and anime, making for a unique mix.

I hope you enjoy my work!

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◇ The Amazing Digital Office AU ◇

My office AU now has its own Masterpost! Please check it out :)

◇ Original Character - Outono ◇

⊹Artwork⊹

jiggly bells

Outono the Jester - first Concept Art

Instagram QnA sketches

more Instagram QnA sketches

How Outono was found - Backstory

◊ Headcanons/QnA ◊

Why was Outono traumatized?

did she have a name before?

◈ FAQ:

What Program do you use?

Procreate and Procreate dreams (still learning)

Do you take Requests?

No, please don’t ask for art requests—I get overwhelmed easily. Thanks for understanding.

If you really want a drawing, you're welcome to ask for a commission.

Can I get permission to dub your Comics?

I love seeing dubs of my comics! It’s amazing to see how you bring them to life and interpret them in your own way.

If you’d like to dub my comics, please make sure to give proper credit and tag me!

However, I’m strongly against AI-generated voices and ads. It doesn’t feel right when people exploit my work for their own benefit while I don’t see a cent.

[cagebladeweek]

*whispers* hey. hey you guys. we're doing it again this year! @wandering-koyote did the art this year that we've tucked into the banner. This year, the 1995 movie is 30(!??!!) years old, so we've pulled some prompts from the classic. All the details + text version below the cut.

The Fourth(!?!?) Annual CageBlade Week!

Event Info

Dates: 16-22 June 2025 (Mon-Sun)

All forms of fanworks will be accepted - fanfic, fanart, gifset, playlist whatever it may be! 

If we somehow missed your post after the end of the event, let us know so we can reblog it! We might be a little slow on the day-to-day but we don’t want to miss anything. The only things we won’t be reblogging are NSFW with minors and explicit noncon. We will reblog late posts.

Make sure to tag your posts with #cagebladeweek (within the first 5 tags, thanks algorithm) and/or @ this blog so we can find and reblog everything.

Participate one day or every day - it doesn’t matter! If you post on an external site (AO3, FFN, DeviantArt) please at least drop a link here so we can reblog it and promote it. There will be an AO3 Collection started closer to the date.

Prompts:

Day 1: vintage / lyrics

Day 2: island / AU of choice

Day 3: rescue / horror

Day 4: $500 sunglasses / space

Day 5: dressing up / wrong turn

Day 6: hope / ruin

Day 7: Free Day!

You may interpret these prompts as strictly or as loosely as your heart desires. You can stick as close or as wide from the prompts as you want. Want to combine two? Go for it! Want to have some other characters cameo or tell a more ensemble tale? Sure - as long as it has Sonya and Johnny at the heart of it.

If you have any questions about prompts and submissions, send us an ask here! We look forward to seeing all the wonderful contributions!

FAQs:

1) Do I have to write in English?: No, you do not! This is a multi-language-friendly event. Post in your language of choice and users can machine translate if needed. If you choose to write in one language and later post translations to English, those translations can also be added to the AO3 collection.

2) Can I write an OT3 fic?: The mods support polyamorous shipping, however this week is for CageBlade specifically. We'd like that contributions focus on Sonya & Johnny's relationship.

3) Well, what if I write a breakup fic and have them hook up with other people? It's still CageBlade, right?: Not for this event. This week is a celebration of CageBlade and how awesome they are together. Want to give us some hurt/comfort, breakup & reconciliation, sure! Whump? Go wild! But we want to see them coming together and realizing how great they are as a couple.

4) What if I don’t like any of the prompts and have ideas of my own?: Then go ahead and write them! Want to explore their friendship before they hooked up? Want to write all AUs? Do you have some art ideas you’re just itching for an excuse to post and draw? The world is your oyster!

[hyuneskkami]

01 ✦ ‘cops and robbers’ chase each other full of energy ! ༄.°

𝒽wang hyunjin x f!reader

masterlist . . . ✰

𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : i’m going crazyyyyy. I needed to put down—into words—an irl situation, and decided to call it a fanfic for my bias and post it 😭 anywayy it’s my first non-pjo or non-anime fic so I hope it turned out okay 😩 also here’s some fanart I found of the same vlive as the icons above (it’s so cute) ! <3 and as always!! anything I write about the idols is not a representation of them irl ! also possibly part ii coming as soon as I have the patience to write it bc I love the current flow 😋

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : day 1 , best friend!hyunjin , non-idol au , high school au , f!reader , best friends who do more-than-best-friends things , hinted bio students attending prep school together: hyune and reader , skz ot8 are in a highschool band together w reader , fluff , hyunjin’s a cutie patootie , smart!hyune x smart!reader , cutesy hand holding , hinting at stress (reader) , reader has glasses (which is unrelated to everything but still) , banter , teasing , ot8 appear a lot , nicknames (n/n, jagiya) , mother chan , jeongin is a menace , swearing a few times ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 0.8k

DAY #01 . . .

“you’re staring,” hyunjin said, continuing to flex his arm’s muscles.

“nope. i’m revising anatomy before class starts. I was looking at the humerus, articulated through the glenoid cavity to the scapula,” I said, smiling.

“oh, sure.” he rolled his eyes. “since you’re staring so hard, wanna kiss ‘em?”

I made a face at him, and stuck my tongue out. “you wish!”

he laughed.

“I have them too, okay?” I said, trying to one-up him, as always.

“what?”

“muscles—”

“want me to kiss them?”

I shoved his shoulder away. “we’re late, walk faster!”

“you’re the one with tiny legs, i’m being considerate— OW! don’t stamp on my shoes!”

“shut up!”

“I won’t!”

we made faces at each other and parted ways in front of my classroom since his was the one next to mine.

I spent the next five hours surviving lectures on enzyme activity, literary analysis of dostoyevsky’s works, thermodynamics, and more boring stuff, alongside minho, felix, and jeongin (who fell asleep around five minutes into the first class).

during the break, our group—chris, minho, felix, jeongin, seungmin, han, changbin, hyunjin and I—met up outside our classrooms.

“here’s your blueberry milk, n/n and felix, my favourite children,” chris said, handing us two cans he bought from the vending machine. we smirked at the others, popped the tin open and started downing our drinks in unison. “and here’s your strawberry milk, min. jeongin, your banana milk.”

the others were in the same class as chris, so they got their drinks on their way out. after collecting our drinks from our rightful mother, we headed up to the roof.

“are there any new songs you guys are working on?” hyunjin asked chris, han and changbin—the songwriters of our band—while falling into step beside me.

our hands brushed once, so he held it anyway, and we continued walking together hand-in-hand.

han was talking about a new song they were composing for the band to play at the next music festival, which required a duet.

“we can do it,” I said, raising my free hand, meaning hyunjin and I. everyone else nodded in approval, and continued talking about their classes.

changbin pushed open the door to the roof, and we quickly followed him in pairs, shutting the door behind us.

we took our spots on the fluffy blanket minho got and laid down, hyunjin’s head resting on my lap. minho sat down with his legs on han’s, while jeongin did the same with chris, and seungmin copied them to lay his legs on changbin’s lap.

we continued chatting about the upcoming music festival and tried to figure out a name for our band before then, while my fingers threaded through hyunjin’s soft hair.

after the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch break (during which none of us actually ate our lunches), we returned to our classes for one last hour, after which, we met up outside the school’s main gate to walk home together.

I ran towards hyunjin while his back was facing me, and placed my cold palm against the back of his neck. he jumped suddenly, and shrieked. he threw his jacket onto my face.

“bitch!” I yelled, grabbing the jacket.

“put it on, jagiya, because your hands are cold as fuck! or you’ll die of the cold and then i’ll have to explain to your mother why i’m carrying her only child’s dead body home.”

“joke’s on you, I don’t think she’d mind. ha! and anyway, i’m a normal temperatured human being, for your information, you’re the warm one!” I complained, slipping his jacket on.

“okay, n/n, we all know you’re wrong on that one,” jeongin said. “give up the fight before it gets too embarrassing—”

“you’re all so mean to me, the best member of our group, and for what?” I rolled my eyes, sighing.

felix and chris stepped in front of me dramatically, and said together, “we’ll protect you from these ghouls, y/n!”

everyone burst out laughing, including them and me.

along the walk home, minho, han, changbin, and seungmin went a different way from the rest of us.

we waved our goodbyes, reminding each other to think of a name for our band.

“when’s our next test, hyune?” I asked suddenly.

“at prep school? I think it’s this friday,” he said.

“ugh, you both are such smartypants, you’re always studying or talking about it,” jeongin complained, accurately playing his role as the youngest child and menace of the group.

“and yet it’s not enough,” I muttered to myself, not realising hyunjin heard my words.

my mind divided its attention between worrying about the syllabus I was yet to cover for the test, and listening to the boys’ conversation.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when jeongin, chris and felix parted ways with us.

hyunjin and I walked a bit further to my house, where he dropped me off.

“see you at prep school!” he said, and jogged a block further to reach his house.

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[samicarabarbaru2137]

SHELTER AU MASTERPOST

This is a masterpost (duh) for my au! It still needs some work so this post will have updates in future!

Hello! Here is the silly au I made! Here is quick what is it about!

Caine is an ower of a shelter and a vet! He takes all those poor little buddies to care for them, only problem is the cats don't see him this way...why? You will have to wait and see~

Borders/Q&A

ZOO/PEDO/MAP/PROSHIPPERS, DON'T INTERACT

No nsfw asks

Please don't ship Caine with any canon character (I think you know why)

Please don't ship anyone with Bubble or Gloinks (I think you know why)

Other than that this AU will have Buttonblossom and Abstragedy

Can you draw fanart? Sure! If you would like to, make sure to tag me i want to see it! :0

Can you make other stuff such as fanfics? OFC!

If I make comics can you dub them? Yes! As long as you give credit

Can you ask canon characters? Yeah, this is what blog is about! You can ask anyone

Can you use my designs? I would love that!

Can you make ocs in this au? PLEASE THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!!!

How did I make the font for poster? Thanks to sm-baby (very cool artist check them out if you haven't) I found this site! https://www.textstudio.com/logo/the-amazing-digital-circus-font-1414

All characters asks are open right now!

Character designs (description cards coming soon)

EP 2 CHARACTERS COMING SOON

ALL THE LORE FOR NOW IS HERE!

If someone wants to know more!

That's all for now, thank you for reading and thank you for staying <3

and feel free to ask anything

[tearsinmymask]

edit: i lied,,, heres their actual refs HELP

i finished memories and dream's refsheets 🫡

idk how long these will stay their refsheets bc i might end up remaking them again ???? i like how they look atm tho so uhm until i get the crazy urge to change them up again this is how they are !!!!!

feat. horrible shading 🤯

not sure about dream's head accessory thingy yet.. it used to be the dreamcatcher crown thing but i switched it up because i saw a dreamcatcher headband on pinterest and 🫢

more below cut !!!

didn't change anything from memories's previous design,, i just coloured in the bust :')

some changes made on dream:

- changed her dreamcatcher tiara thingy for a dreamcatcher headband instead (see ref all the way below, thank u pinterest truly my life saver)

- changed her hairstyle a little?? or more like defined it better than my previous one help

- gave her an actual fullbody wow !!!!

- gave her a bow on the back of her dress :3 its not very obvious and i'll hv to make another ref or drawing where it's more obvious !!!! i like bows :3

changes that i might make to dream in the future:

- switch the headband back to the tiara thingy sobs i cant decide which one i like more??? im gonna spin a wheel grrrrr

- change her hairstyle (right now it's a long braid at the back but i did contemplate giving her uhm like two braids instead at the back,, in pigtail format??? idk how to explain,, see phrolova for ref 💥)

- probably remake her ref all in all whys the proportion so fugly man im gonna crash out !!!!

anyway for anyone looking past the pic above HI !! i wanna start dropping bits n bobs of the lore but i deadass dont know how or where to start??? itll probably in forms of sketches or art (more likely sketches bc im one lazy mf help me) but yeah !!!

trust ill make some actual fanart of zelda games soon sobs i just have my ocs on my mind like way too much someone do a lobotomy on me🏃💨💨

remind me to make an actual au tag for them 🤞

[sttmh]

Hi there! So i just found this blog and wanted to read it all, but i never heard of anything called sttmh and have some questions(btw you could add faq in your masterpost so you won't need to answer to this kind of questions in future, but that's just a suggestion)

1 what is sttmh, how does it work and did you made it or is that something made long time ago?

2 is this an au or alternative mv, or at, or have you not clasified it yet?

3 how to call you, what are your pronouns, are you +18 or a minor?(you don't have to answer if you don't want to)

4 I saw you rebloged some stuff at start of the blog, is it your second acount? If yes what is it about, why did you make this acount ect.

5 how does this archive thing work

6 how does it all started and why did you decided to make this blog

7 when did this blog started or when was the first post about sttmh and from who was it(i supose it's you but just to be sure)

8 what kind of creator are you? Are you an artist, a writer or do you think of yourself just as a person with too much time? How do you classify yourself?

9 I saw there is some art in blog, but i thought it's better to ask, is this art yours or do you reblog other people's art, or meaby someone makes it for you

10 is it partly an error ask blog?

11 do you ship any sanses and are there any ships in sttmh

12 where should i start? Does this blog have all the info or should i first look up what sttmh is?

Thank you in advance, i wish i can explore another beautiful blog as soon as posible and remember to never stop doing something that gives you and others joy, that's all from me, I wish you all the best ^^

Oh! A Q&A post is a wonderful idea! I'll make sure to make one after I answer these (I will likely just copy and paste, though XD).

STTMH is short for Sans Tumbles Through the Multiverse Headfirst, a story I've been working on for a little under a year and a half, now. This blog is the platform I use to talk with my readers, answer questions, write drabbles, share fanart, and this blog is a place where readers can interact with Error in my story (sort of like the format of the original Ask Error blog).

This is an alternate multiverse.

My name is Papil or Butter, I use she/her (though I don't really care which pronouns you guys use), and I am an adult.

I originally posted things about STTMH on my personal blog, but I decided to separate my STTMH blog from my personal one, as I did not want any of my browsing preferences to affect others' experiences of the story. -> I.e., I am someone who prefers to customize my feed, and will use blocking tags and accounts if I don't want to see their posts (this is nothing reflecting on the person running the blog). My personal blog is one where I mainly post Undertale reblogs, and sometimes I will include little rambles that can vary anywhere from writing to something my cat did.

If you are referring to the masterposts, they are my attempt to organize the quickly increasing number of posts relating to the project. I'm trying to make they easy to browse as well as search for (though they are more of a work in progress).

STTMH started on a whim over the Christmas holiday while I was in the middle of nowhere. I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, laptop on my lap, and thought to myself: "... I wish there were more Classic stories." And the rest is history.

I started this blog, I believe, on Jan. 8th of this year, though the first post about STTMH was on Jan. 8th of 2024, when I posted the link to the second chapter of the story.

I consider myself a writer, though I occasionally like to doodle.

Both! If the art is not mine, I always include credits with links wherever possible! -> These are usually reblogs of or asks with fanart.

Yes, this blog is partly a place where readers can send asks to Error, similar to the original Ask Error blog.

I don't have any preferences on ships, and there are no ships in STTMH, at least as of right now. Romance is not a focus of the story, so any possible romance I may leave to after the main story or drabbles. Anyone can ship any characters in my story, however! I don't mind. ^^

I'd recommend catching up on the main story on AO3 first. Otherwise, drabbles and asks can be read in practically any order!

[sugar-rush-reloaded]

Hi! I have a question for you, I mean duh!

Is making Fanart or Ocs of this Au Okay? I’m asking because your characters are super cute and I would love to draw them, but I totally understand why not.

Also, one more. Do the newbies see King Candy’s Transformation into Turbo?

Yes, of course! Thank you for asking! Go on right ahead, and feel free to tag me.

Also yes. Thanks to Gummli's technological skills, they have deep knowledge of the game's inner workings. While they fled to Game Central Station with everyone else, Gummli used their tech pad (called Gummy-Pad) to link up to the Jumbotron to locate Vanellope, projecting the same feed on the wall in front of them. Not only did the newbies see it, but so did everyone in the whole station present at the time.

Felt a bit odd drawing the kiddos after so long. They've gotten some updates to their looks, but their personalities are the same.

[ideaforfanficsorsomethingidgaf]

Little Oblivious Shooting Star Au

Although, this au is different. Stanford Pines shook Bill's hand and became his right-hand man and lover. Typical Evil Ford and all that, Weirdmageddon unleashes upon the whole Earth, devastation, chaos, and more. But this time, he still has some semblance of humanity in him.

Ford and Mabel, one of the very few survivors, were fighting. They always do this. Ford think it's a game and plays with her. Although, something happens. Ford did threw her a little too hard.

There was a sickening crack.

Blood was everywhere. He killed her. He cried and hated himself. After mourning, he had an idea. To revive Mabel. Now, revival wasn't something easy and believe it or not, it took him a century or more, trial and error with every ritual, potion, spell, curse, anything that had any semblance of bringing back the dead or revival.

All throughout, you know those cryogenic chambers where the Shape-shifter was now trapped in? Ford put Mabel's body in it to protect it against time. Any rare free time he'd have, he would stand infront of the chambers and place his hand on the glass. Looking at her serene and peaceful expression, she looked like as if she were asleep.

He would cry right there and then.

Soon enough, he finally was able to conduct the ritual and Mabel was alive again. But everything comes with a price. Mabel can't remember a thing. I got this inspiration from the fact that the brain and nervous system decays first soon as you as die because it requires oxygen, a constant supply of it.

Ford was a bit devastated but happy that he got Mabel back. Though, this gives him a higher advantage.

Being Bill's right-hand man and lover has given him many perks, including a mansion on top of a hill and large space of forestry. Ford used that to his advantage, uses Mabel's amnesia to his advantage.

Ford becomes overprotective of Mabel and spoils her every chance he gets. He keeps her sheltered away from the ruined Earth. He treats her as if she was his daughter as the line between daughter and niece blurred. He became so obsessed with protecting her, loving her, caring her, and even spoiling her.

Since she woke up and couldn't remember anything except for the basics like eating, writing, reading, and function like a human being, it was easy to somewhat manipulate her into staying in the mansion. In her time with him, she knows it's normal behavior, she knows it's a normal environment, that staying in the mansion and never going outside is normal because that's what he taught her.

He also twists stories about the outside world into a hellscape, manipulating her and scaring her. Think about the Rapunzel and Mother Gothel situation but this time, it's actually successful.

Ford still works for Bill Cipher and Mabel is always worried for him everytime he leaves because he did tell her the devastating earth stories from before. Mabel always cried and tells to not leave because she doesn't want him to get hurt.

Everytime he leaves, she's devastated and always begs for him to stay and it's always a bittersweet moment whenever he comes back. You know, at this point, he is so scared for her, so overprotective of her, with the help of the other henchmaniacs, he secretly conducts a ritual that makes Mabel immortal.

Mabel doesn't feel a thing. She doesn't know she's immortal, she didn't even know that she could die in the first place.

She will never know. She's oblivious to it.

Little Oblivious Shooting Star.

(I can't draw and rarely write fanfics so if you guys wanna add hcs, oneshots, fanarts, or anything, just use the tag #Little Oblivious Shooting Star Au or #L.O.S.S Au and tag me because I love seeing your guys' work, whether it'd be Tumblr, TikTok, Instagram, or even YouTube.)