#elite au

[madamsugarskull]

Some elite purple with min for a mini au if Min met Purple and Red when they were still in training. Purple would have a drastically different opinion of Min if that were the case.

[bigfatbreak]

For the Viceroy AU, how does Tom figure out Gabriel was the one responsible?

[etherfall]

Also here's a little drawing to go along with my analysis of N & the elite four in the AU!

OG post is here if you want to read it all:

https://www.tumblr.com/etherfall/744083248765911040/in-your-au-would-n-ever-bond-w-the-elite-4

[lockedtheheed]

They walk towards u wyd

Here's the elite trine in my little personal tf au! I've been reading a lot of fics of them lately and I've really fallen in love with their dynamic... hopefully in the future I'll have the power to draw them less messily lol

[l-ii-zz]

My blood, I'll go with you

[rw-repurposed]

The Messenger (2)

RW Repurposed: Messenger (2)

Next Part

Previous Part

Zen is slowly learning how to interact with one of the many scavenger tribes within Chasing Wind's facility ground, being one of the most advanced Scavenger tribes, they are more open-minded and welcoming. However, will Zen be as lucky as the other less advanced tribes?

We'll have to see~

QNA for the blog is still open! You can ask the characters that are present in the comics as well!

Artwork and Comic List

[purrpurrazzi00]

Splatoon? SPLATOON PEGORYU!

[anton-im]

Nemesis belongs to: @nekfofes

Elite belongs to: @gibbieyibbie

Rf Wally belongs to: dodozoi17 on tt

Ena Wally belongs to: @eechytooru

Ahaha

[r0-boat]

Birdie Bride

Sfw Yandere!Harpy! Larry x GN!reader

Cw: slight yandere, (no killing or harm towards reader just watching them and kidnapping)

Gendered nickname: Wife (Larry does not know anything about humans)

Author's notes: yandere Larry is easy mode. I see him being a very light yandere. The most he'll do is kidnap you really and stalk you, but that's about it. So, you people who don't really like yandere's for their overbearing and murdering nature I feel like you enjoy this one.

Gentle claws brush against your cheek. Sharp jet-black eyes gaze down at you, taken in your unconscious form sprawled out in his nest. Curiosity took over the creature's mind as he tried to figure it out. Who or what are you? He had always watched you from afar his, his claws digging into the bark of a tree, watching you, studying you, a craving to satisfy a need to creep closer. 

Now that he had found you unconscious in that weird, thin hide cage. Larry could finally fully drink you in, cause gently prodding your hair and pawing at each strand to find out a single feather; at the same time, his own talons graze through his own black and white hair as if he was comparing mammalian hair to his mixed concoction of human hair and avian feathers.

He wasn't done. However, his claws gently grazed against your skin down your arm as if meticulously looking for a single feather on your skin.

You were not a harpy, it was evident, not a single feather on you. Your Talons were dull and flat, and when he gently pressed his thumb against your lip to inspect your teeth you had no Sharp things to rip and tear through meat, feeling your soft fleshy lips in the process.

You were not a harpy, but he can't deny the Primitive feeling he felt when he caught a whiff of your scent, even now as he pressed his nose against the nape of your neck, his black and white wings puffed up, his eyes open and softened.

Intoxicating.

If not, mate, then why is his body reacting this way? Why is his heart pounding in his chest? His face flushed with heat, instinctually letting out a low-throated cooing noise. He wanted more. Larry wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he wanted more: no more light touches with his fingers to inspect you. He tried to place his hand against your stomach, almost hypnotized by how it moved up and down as you breathed calmly. Despite his eagerness to be close to his mate, his hand approached you slowly and carefully.

Only to flinch away when you stir in his nest, tossing in the soft straw pillows and blankets. Keeping his distance but quietly observing as you slowly awaken from your slumber, expecting to wake up in your tent only to realize that your hand grazes through a straw immediately. Your heart quickens the fog of sleepiness immediately lifting as you bolt awake, scaring the figure next to you. Black wings flap as he jumps back, startled by your sudden movement, only to crawl toward you slowly.

That's when you finally saw your kidnapper. Jet black eyes matching with his feathers, with with what you see patches of graying feather. Even as he crawled, it was clear that he could easily tower over you. You were unable to speak due to your circumstances, and you're being riddled with anxiety and fear of just being kidnapped while unconsciously thinking that it's just a bad dream. Your palms were sweaty legs and arms shaking. You are not on the ground anymore, your eyes looking down a high drop. 

Larry notices your eyes filled with fear. His voice is low, husky, yet gentle.

"Do not be scared, wife. I will not hurt you,"

Out of everything that was happening, that one little nickname robbed your attention away, finally getting you able to speak.

"W-wait what did you just call me?" Your voice cracked fear still in your system as you try to scoot a little away as the big birdman urges you closer to his body.

"This is what human males call their mates, is it not?"

His knowledge of humans is highly lacking. However, getting him to change his mind on the little pet name he gave you seems complicated. But you had better things to worry about, like getting out of this nest and away from him.

" you do not have wings, wife; please stay away from the edge."

Larry cooed, still using that softer voice. You pull your arms closer to your body, or fists clenched as your whole body tenses up. His black wings brush against your side and closing you against his chest.

Almost in his lap, your body was pressed against him, a firm hand against your back, and his wing wrapped around you. You feel his nose nestle against your forehead.

Even though you've been kidnapped, things could have been worse. This bird guy doesn't seem like he wants to hurt you. You can't help but feel your heart fluttered by his voice when he calls you that little nickname. Even though he's technically wrong, it doesn't feel bad. Holding you against his chest like this feels kind of nice; it is better than killing you. Hopefully, you can convince him to let you go. Unbeknownst to you, Larry plans to keep you for a very long time.

[madamsugarskull]

I'm starting to think Miyuki was a *gasp* bad person!

WHATTTTTTT.?? Nooooo Miyuki is wonderful! Look at how happy Min is!

[vinlynce]

idk I think im running out of things to vaguely mumble about under these . Paul & Reggie Carno, Rika Coatlus, Nemona Spinax, and Carmine O-Raptor

[theartistimp]

Ummmmmm so I can't be normal and decided to make an entire AU where a bunch of iconic Pokemon trainers/gym leaders/elites participate in the Pokemon world's Masked Singer contest. I had lots of fun making the costume designs. Stay tuned for more :))))

[feralsciencenerds]

[l-ii-zz]

She’s on repeat, throwing up memories that haven’t deleted.

[shroombell]

the elite trine if seekers went to a private girls school ✈️⭐🌌⚡

theyre so mean girls core

[thetypingpup]

Yk, I've had this thought for a long time about dragon Mingi, and idk if it's in anyway accurate to dragons, but I was thinking about ab riding with him, and he's enjoying the sight of you on top of him, but he's also partially in his dragon form; his wings spanning across the expanse of the couch, while his clawed hands rest on your hips, loving to feel the way you use him for your own pleasure; but at some point, you accidentally rub yourself over one of his more soft scales that are close to his v-line, and unbeknownst to you, a dangerously sensitive spot for him, and all it takes is you brushing over it twice before his eyes roll back and he cums hard, growling out curses and cries of your name, and you realize you've unlocked a new level of pleasuring your dragon boy.

I am unwell 🥲

omg this is immaculate. just imagine seeing those dark amber scales tracing the v-line chiseled onto his hips, etched onto the sides of his rippling abdomen. you see his scales glint in the light, a golden sheen tracing the overlapping scales when his hips roll up to meet yours. you're transfixed by the sight, watching where your core meets with his waist every time you sink down on his large cock. you feel every swell and ridge inside you, stretching to take in the knot at the base every time you slide down. you bounce on him at a brisk pace, used to his size, wanting to feel the ferocious power of his size and the fervent pleasure of him filling you to the absolute brim. your half lidded eyes rove upwards, tracing the defined planes of his heaving chest, the large wings that stretch across the back of the couch, and his smoldering emerald gaze fixated on you. you bounce faster on his cock, panting harshly at the stretch and the full feeling of him reaching innermost depths you didn't know existed. the tip of his cock rubs over your sweet spot, the rest of his cock stimulating every tender patch of titillation within you all at once, and you clutch his shoulders, nails digging into the taut muscle. chasing your pleasure, you grind down on him almost deliriously, your clit rubbing over the scales on his belly just beneath his naval. a smooth softness meets with your sensitive bundle of nerves, offsetting the intense bursts of pleasure from within you, making you cry out as your back arches sharply, your body craving more.

you're brought out of your haze of frenzied pleasure when you hear him growl, so sharp and loud it borders on a roar. his hands clutch your waist tighter, claws pressing into your skin, as he brings you down on his cock again. his head tilts to the side, unable to keep upright, and he growls out rough, animalistic grunts as he bucks his hips up into you. smoke puffs from his nose in time with his erratic breathing, his inner fire burning so hot that beads of sweat form atop his furrowed brows.

"fuck, don't stop don't stop don't stop." he chants through clenched teeth, keeping you sheathed on his cock and just grinding against your silken heat, pressing himself against your points of pleasure while your clit rubs over his scales. deep, bellowing growls rise in his throat and rumble in his chest. his wings flutter and flap behind him, making him arch off the couch. it's intense, so intense that tremors overtake his entire body as he cums, unexpectedly and uncontrollably. a flood of liquid heat pours into you in spurts, heated spurts of seed amplifying your pleasure. your own eyes roll back as you tighten around him in spasming pulses, milking his orgasm right from him while your own pours down his length in clear rivulets of ecstasy.

"that..." he tries to pant, struggling to catch his breath, "felt really really good."

"i could tell." you chuckle, your chest heaving and your heart racing so fast you can feel it, even as you remain perched on his cock. neither of you move, trying to come down from such an intense high, feeling that he's still hard and still pulsing inside of you.

"want me to do it again?" you offer with a tease, your hand meandering down to those soft scales you were just grinding against.

"i need a few minutes." he waves your hand away, far too sensitive for such contact right now, before sitting up to meet your gaze with a smirk, "but yes, we're definitely doing that again."