#this au has me in a chokehold

[icarianstars]

This was supposed to be a quick sketch of the 14th doctor and somehow turned into Crowley from @mrghostrat ‘s streamer au

[nadvs]

In another universe rafe is my hot TA and i am at every session of 1:1 office hours because of how important my academics are. it’s definitely not because he’s got me bent over the professor’s desk, sundress pushed up, with his fingers in my mouth and my face pressed against the cold wood as he pounds into me relentlessly.

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(screaming i love this)

It all starts because you’re constantly catching him staring during lectures. His eyes are always trailing up your legs or over your chest and at first you think it might be wishful thinking, but he’s even less subtle about the looks during the small classes he leads.

You wear revealing clothes and bend over when you’re handing him your assignments, purposely tempting him to a point where it aches. His eyes always find you, swallowing hard when he notices the curve of your ass or the way your dress is just a little too short.

One day, you’re sitting with him on his side of the desk, his door closed, his office silent except for your quiet murmuring about the upcoming midterm. You’re pointing to your notes but he’s staring at you the entire time and he eventually gives in and presses his lips onto yours, desperate as hell that you’ll kiss back.

And when you do kiss back? He takes it as an invitation to absolutely ravage you. You’re suddenly bent over the desk, your dress lifted to your waist, as his hands roam over your body and grab your hips and squeeze your ass.

He’s not even inside you but he’s breathing so fucking hard and when you hear his pants unzip, you arch your back, turning your head to look at him.

He grabs the back of your neck with one hand and guides himself into you with the other, burying into you and bottoming out immediately, making you gasp at the amazing pressure.

“You have any idea how fucking difficult it is to hide that I’m hard every time I see you?” he mutters. “Goddamn.”

Your cheek is pressed against the wood and your hands are splayed over the papers scattered across the desk as he rails you hard and fast, making up for all the times he’d stare at you and wish he could feel you wrapped around his cock.

It becomes a regular appointment. You don’t even pretend to care about the class with him anymore. The second his office door is closed, his body is on yours, urgently thrashing into you.

It’s such a sinful secret to share. The way your gazes lock in lectures and classes, knowing what the other tastes like, knowing how good he gives it to you and how good you take it. You’re not sure which one of you loves it more.

[kilobaxis-blog]

More mutant chompy sketches 💕

Au by @probably-not-a-rutabaga

[enderwoah]

a few homeworld gems for ya! gemcyt au by @chrisrin! (click for better quality i BEG)

me rambling about this under the cut!

funny story, i asked owen what gem he thought he would be and he said sapphire which. y'know. is blue. but i didn't want to just ignore what he said AND THEN I REMEMBERED PADPARADSCHA!!! so take a little lie detector with retrocognition! also, his dress is loosely based on the one he wore in tommy's video that one time.

beks is a quartz because of COURSE she's a quartz, she can beat the life out of anyone. she finds the fact that some of her scars blend in with her natural markings to be a bit funny. she has glasses irl, so i figured she'd get a cool visor to help with eyesight! she's a little short for a quartz- like amethyst, she was a bit overcooked. but she's still just as strong as any other!

for eloise, i always thought of jades as the sort of...administrative...paperwork-doing...manager type gems? and it reminded me of r!eloise! also, she just gives jade vibes idk what to tell you. i'd like to think that at a point before el decided to stay on earth, her dress tore and she didn't bother to fix it because...nobody was going to shout at her for not doing so. and then when she decided to permanently stay she changed her whole outfit.

in my head the trio were sent to earth upon realising that the gems over there were not, in fact, shattered, and were just deserting the empire. eloise works interrogation and writes reports, owen can literally tell if anyone is lying, and beks is security detail for these two fairly important gems...along with playing the bad cop if need be. owen and scott recognise each other. owen is too stubborn to join earth. scott is too stubborn to go back to homeworld. eloise decides to stay after a while. beks is just trying to do her job. shenanigans ensue.

[crowned-aeris]

A Reverse-Robin Wingfic / To Brace Upon Benign Feathers

It starts kinda crack-ish, but then gets kinda emotional-y towards the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"TIM!"

He jerked awake, blinking at the ceiling in confusion as his brain slowly registered where he was.

"Tim!" the voice came again, followed by a body slamming into his chest.

"Oomf!" Tim grunted as the air was violently knocked out of his chest. With a tight expression, he reached up and carded a hand through his brother's hair, "Morning, Dick."

"Hi!" the newest addition to the family chirped brightly, his sapphire eyes glowing as bright as a 200,000 lumens flashlight. Brighter than the sun, even. The blue reminds him of Kon and the alien's blue eyes that looked like a wolf-rayet star.

"What time is it?" Tim mumbled, wincing as the five-year-old crawled over him, digging his knee into Tim's kidney and accidentally stepping on his wing.

"It's time for you to get your a- butt in gear and move," Jason called from the door. “Damian’s making breakfast, so Duke asked us to come and wake you.”

Tim groaned, dropping his head back until it banged loudly against the headboard. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough, he could go back to sleep.

Dick cheered when he spotted Jason, the Ficher's Lovebird's bright red-yellow-green wings flaring out as he launched himself at the teen.

Jason grunted as Dick slammed into him but managed to keep his grip steady.

"Hurry up and get ready," Jason said. The cardinal shifted, folding his bright crimson wings against his back as Dick tucked his face into Jason's neck, "B said he's gonna take up to the zoo."

"Zoo! I wanna go to the zoo!" Dick's head shot up as he clutched Jason's shirt.

"I know, Dickie," Jason rolled his eyes fondly, "that's why we're going."

"Okay!" the fledgling chirped, "Tim!"

"Yes?" He lifted his head from the pillow with a slow and tired blink. What he'd give to have Kon here right now.

"Get! Up!" Dick demanded. Jason, the traitor, just laughed. "Or else I'll tell Dami to come get you!"

The falcon hummed, waiting until his brothers disappeared from the doorframe before flipping over and shoving his face back into the pillow.

Everything ached, his back especially, and it wasn't because of Kon, okay, Jason? Tim had been fighting Killer Croc last night, and that bastard got lucky and slammed Tim against a brick wall. His right arm was a huge-ass bruise, and he was not excited to get up.

Maybe if he pretended to be dead, Damian would leave him be...

Who is he kidding? If the harpy eagle was willing to drag a pit-crazed Tim from the brink of suicide, then he was more than willing to dunk Tim in the pits.

Just as he was about to doze off, there was a knock on the doorframe.

"What?" Tim -whined- groaned, not bothering to lift his head from the pillow.

"Hey, Ducky," an amused voice called.

He pouted, turning his head to glare balefully at Duke. The mourning dove smiles, lifting a brow in amusement. Traitor.

"Leave me alone, Duke," Tim grumbled, thankful that Alfred had all the pillows and sheets in Tim's room reinforced since the last time he had a Pit-episode... It had been a whole thing...

Duke raised another eyebrow, mimicking Alfred's patented Disappointed Stare™ quite successfully. Tim doesn't doubt that, at this point, Duke could get even Damian to bend to his will.

And just like Alfred's own stares, Tim, frustratingly, folded under pressure.

For fuck's sake- he was supposed to Wraith, the dead spirit of the Bat's second Shadow revived and out to hunt ne'er do wells as well as the Bats themselves- his goddamn reputation!

"What reputation, Tim?" Duke laughed before strolling over and yanking the covers off of him.

God, Tim hates it when he says things out loud. A side effect of being locked away by Ra's in an attempt to break his spirit or whatever.

He grumbled as Duke hauled him up and out of bed. Annoyingly, the Lazarus pits healed his shitty eyes, that one scar he got from following Shadow around, and the gash in his throat, but not his fucking height. Instead, Tim has to be stuck in this measly five-foot-seven-inch body, while Duke, Bruce, and Damian all got to be fucking six-foot-plus behemoths.

A shake snapped Tim out of his misery.

"Did you even hear what I said?" Duke asked incredulously.

"No," Tim huffed, "I was distracted and decided not to listen to your stupid voice saying stupid stuff."

"Says that one in air jail," Duke replied smugly. Shit, he's right. That fucker. "Tim, I can practically hear you cussing me out. Keep doing this, and I'll have Bruce and Damian hide your coffees and Red Bulls."

"W-"

"And your monsters."

Tim gasped, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me. Now go get ready. We leave in an hour, and you don't even have a shirt on, Tim."

"It's a fashion choice," he hissed, "you wouldn't understand because you're stupid!"

Duke sighed, plopping Tim onto the floor. He wasn't even surprised when the falcon went boneless, turning into a limp pile of loose limbs and angry hissing, "You're such a child, Ducky."

"This is because I'm gay, isn't it!" Tim demanded, snapping to his feet and flaring out his wings, "This is homophobia!"

"Of course, it is," Duke drily responded before he turned and made for the door, "I'll send Damian up in ten minutes. If you haven't gotten ready by then, I'm allowing him to dress you however he likes."

Duke closed the door gently, but he might as well have slammed it from how ruffled it left him.

Honestly, the gall! How has he, Wraith, Ra's desired heir to the fucking Damon's Fang, fallen so far from his formidable glory?

Nevertheless, Tim forced himself to get ready. He brushed his teeth and washed his face- even "Serial Killers" need clear skin, but was killing fifteen of Black Mask's and the Joker's most trusted really considered killing? Bruce was just overreacting!- and then threw on a short-sleeved shirt, hoodie over that, washed-out ripped jeans, and called it a day.

Tim groaned, desperately craving coffee, caffeine, or something to stave off the complete and utter exhaustion pooling in his head. This was terrible, horrible, and a vile thing to do.

"Timothy," Damian said from where he stood at the table, a plate held in the eagle's hands. He was wearing a bright pink apron covered with flour, and Jason was behind him, wearing a matching pink apron and holding a plate, too. "You finally decided to show your face and detach yourself from that hovel."

"If you want, I could always go back to my so-called Hovel," Tim tilted his head in a challenge.

"Tt," Damian scoffed before sliding a plate to Tim's spot, "Seeing as you have already decided to show your face, and Richard somehow tolerates you, it would be more efficient if you remain here."

Dick was already seated with a glass of strawberry milk, and his pancakes were half-finished and absolutely drowning in maple syrup. Bruce was directly across from Dick, and his pancakes were far more respectable with butter, syrup, bacon, and a cup of coffee. Duke was beside Dick, and he had a plate with fresh fruit, powdered sugar, and a glass of orange juice. Alfred sat at the head of the table with his English breakfast, tea, and a proud smile. Cass was next to Bruce with a bowl of fruit, orange juice, toast, and multiple slices of stolen bacon.

Hesitantly, Tim sat down at the end of the table as Jason rushed over to fill the empty chair between Tim and Duke. Damian, the bull-headed son of a bitch -that bitch being Bruce, because Tim would never call Talia a bitch- decided the best seat wasn't going to be next to Cass, but instead the seat directly in front of Tim. Not in front of Jason, but in front of Tim.

Instead of confronting his feelings like a well-adjusted member of society should, Tim decided the best course of action was to examine his plate of pancakes.

It had fudge drizzled over the top, dusted lightly with powdered sugar, and freshly diced strawberries were placed like a crown with their leaves carefully removed and tossed in a barely noticeable syrup. There was a small bowl of strawberry-lemon zest jam on the edge of Tim's plate, and he could tell that whoever positioned it was diligent. Not a single speck of powdered sugar got onto the outside of the tiny bowl...

Every part of this plate looked like it had been prepared in a five-star restaurant. What more was that this was exactly the same kind of pancakes Damian would make for him as an apology back when Tim was Shadow...

Suddenly, his eyes were beginning to sting, and Tim could feel Damian's stare carve holes into the top of his head. And then, Damian slid over a cup of steaming coffee, and just by looking at it, he knew Damian had made it the way Tim loved.

It was a declaration, an apology, and a promise all wrapped in a simple breakfast…

He took a deep breath and cut into his pancakes, forcing himself to hold back tears as his family chattered around him.

Even after everything that has happened, his flock still accepted him.

Even after everything, Tim was still loved.

[ectocurse]

i’m weak and couldn’t resist @/insinirate’s tridog stampbreed au. uncensored on twitter

[gallonsoblood]

She is constantly on my brain help

Re-did that @eddsworld-the-masquerade ell doodle i posted yesterday (?)

Im very proud of this actually help !/?:?:!:!!:!33’e

[fistfuloflightning]

The cloud maiden and the river god.

It’s an old story, worn soft round the edges from generations’ worth of retellings. A cautionary tale for those daring to reach for greater things beyond their station. A story to teach young children not to be greedy. A warning.

Lan Sizhui hates what his parents’ story has become.

[bnanmonte]

@pumpkinpaperweight had a dream and now im suffering with brainrot. The "only sophie got taken so agatha went after her" post, and im not ok, im not ok. I have this plot in my head now, ideas and dialouges, but will i actually do it? idk so here's a couple sketches i did, what i imagined what happens at the aftermath of the kidnapping

aaaarrghh i want this to be a full blown au so bad you have no idea i am not okkk aaaaaaaahh

[loonaluci]

Whenever I see Mumbo in DDVAU I always imagine him as this

This is how I see him for some reason (I know he’s not a vampire, but I still imagine him looking like this every time I think about him. It’s fine, we’ll just say it’s red stone instead of blood)

(Au by @kitsuneisi )

[yescking]

vw week free day!

[ditzdove]

Zim being annoying while dib does nerd shit

More “sick zim” au memes

[marshie-arts]

I wanted to give this a cool caption but I couldn't think of anything. Anyway here's my Vessel/Knight headcanon (or at least for my AU)

Alt versions:

Flat colors if anyone wants to draw them. I'll make an actual ref at some point.

[penpenpencil]

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…Mmm yeah

Au made by: @socialc1imb

[simping-for-red-flags]

"Justice is a weapon. It Can Be Used To Cause Harm, But It Cannot Protect Or Save Others."

"Red, the blood of angry men. Black, the dark of ages past. Red, a world about to dawn. Black, the night that ends at last."

[whiplashrogue]

So, to catch up those of you on here, myself and @redclegane, @Red_Clegane on twitter, have been collabing on a project we're calling: Bodily Autonomy. A Hybrid AU involving the 141 boys, centering around SoapGhost and GazPrice.

This project currently contains some art done by me, which I'll post here soon - Fics done by both myself and Red, and there's some art by Red too! We're a lot more active on Twitter (Whiplash_Rogue), so you can find us there for further fun and shenanigans, but I'll be posting stuff here too!

Part 1 of Bodily Autonomy:

[Restricted Access]

NOTE: The files you are about to read contain sensitive medical information in regards to the genetic modification of Human Enhancement Division subjects. This information is not to be disclosed as per the terms and conditions of the HED-UN Public Disclosure Agreement, and may be restricted.

****************** Medical Documents following the hybridisation of the individuals known as the 141 by the Human Enhancement Division.

by Red_Clegane