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sonicexelle-junkary · 4 months
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A little something based on the beginning of a oneshot manga called Bibliomania (go read it, it’s really good). This comic isn’t cannon to the story, but it has some cannon things in it. What that is you’ll have to figure out yourself.
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strawberrylips-1211 · 9 months
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Bittersweet
Hobie x reader
Hurt/comfort, angst
Mean hobie >:)
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Sneak peak? Kind of?
warnings: bad English (not my first language mil disculpas), not proofread T^T,
based off this post.
let me know what you think so far please :)
You've been pacing around your cozy apartment, for the past hour, your mind racing, your stomach in knots. It wasn't unusual for you to stress over Hobie's absence or wellbeing, but tonight was different. You hadn't been able to contact Hobie two nights in a row, normally he would shoot you a text throughout the day letting you know he was alright and when he'd be home by, but not a word from him. Despite all the bruises and cuts that he'd sustain from his fights, he always came home to you. Though he hated consistency, you were the one thing he'd rely on, and the little routine (of you complaining bout his injuries while you fixed him up and him kissing you telling you he'd be more careful next time) he'd created with you.
The anxiety got the best of you, as you tried calling him one more time, the phone was ringing when you heard a loud thud coming from your shared bedroom. By instinct, you knew who it was, you recognized the heavy footsteps, and the loud distinctive accent as he cussed. Your heart racing and relief flooding you as you ran to the noise. Though the lights were off Hobie's outline was clear from the moonlight shining through the open window, he was slightly hunched, hand over his stomach as he glanced at you. He rolled his eyes, 'i don't have the energy for this'. He didn't have the energy to explain the mess he got himself into.
“Hobie? babe?" No response, there's only shuffling and grunting heard from him moving to the bed, "are you alright? I was so- " you turn on the light, stopping midway as soon as you registered his current state. Your eyes scanning his full body. He had a black eye, a busted lip, his knuckles bruised and it was impossible to miss the large open wound across his abdomen with blood soaking his suit.
He was beaten and bloodied, it always pained you when you saw him hurt, but it was never like this. He cut you off before you could even speak again, " I know what you're gonna say, but just let me handle it, yeah? Its nothin." You had so many question, to say you're shocked is an understatement. He's clearly in pain, what did he mean 'nothing'.
"Hobart Brown, this is clearly not nothing. What happened?," you questioned him but again not a peep from him, your tone sounding a bit harsher than you meant for, your worry was slowly turning into something else once you heard his words.
You sighed as you walked to the bathroom to grab your first aid kit, " Here let me grab the kit," but Hobie stood up from his spot and stopped you, "I said its nothing, just drop it." He hissed.
his head was pounding and his body was aching all over, he knew how much you worried, but he couldn't be bothered by anything at this point. He just wanted to get himself cleaned up and sleep. He really didn't want to hear any of your nagging tonight.
"DROP IT?? Hobs look at you, you're in no condition to do this yourself, What happened to you?" You asked looking up at him, once again scanning his face, he sighed out of frustration, "look I'll tell ya tomorrow." He brushed past you, now beginning to remove his jacket and studded bracelets. Your frustration also growing with his every word, you stayed up all night waiting for him, all you want to do is help.
"No, you're letting me help you, you not even answering my questions properly. I want to know where my boyfriend has been these past two days, I want to know why you're sitting here with all these cuts, Hob-" before you could finish, he stood up and grabbed both your wrists in his hands, "JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE, WILL YA? I said I don’t need your bloody help." He yelled, his pretty face contorted in anger. It was accident, he was just fed up with everything, he was exhausted and your constant questioning wasn't helping. He never yelled at you before, no matter the situation he's always been understanding and sweet towards you.
You were shocked, and though you hated to admit it, scared of him. You couldn't do anything, but just stare at him wide eyed, you whimpered a little from his volume and how strong his hold was. He'd truly scared you.
Even he was surprised at his own outburst. As soon as he saw your expression, he was slightly brought back to reality, "Tch, I ain't got time for this." He sighed as he let go of you. Guilt slowly creeping through, he really didn’t mean it, but didn’t apologize for it right away, he simply continued prepping to clean his gashes.
You stood there for a bit, so many emotions coursing through you in that split second. You collected yourself quickly and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. Angry tears running down your face. You mumbled to yourself to keep yourself from completely bursting at the seams, 'Fine, asshole. Be like that then.' You grabbed your stuff and made your way to the room. No way were you going to be in the same room as him.
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Should I continue this??
I have never tagged anyone before but here ya go
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@spedermannmorales
@luujjvi
@buddhapooksrealwife
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phlurrii · 3 months
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Some doodles I did of the fam to ease myself out of my creative slump, hoping to get back on track eventually; but life has has a lot of other plans lately. So to avoid burn out I’m taking it slow and focusing on commissions as I chip away at the next updates. Game plan is without the deadlines in place, I’ve added 3 more updates to flesh stuff out, so the next one will be short and sweet, with the follow ups being closed to 10 pages a piece, 40-60 panels.
After them, it’s just the finale animatic, then it’s just whenever I decide to go live itch Noe’s arc X3
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i-am-a-fan · 11 months
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So you know how fire glows different colors when it gets hotter? And you know how Redson’s hair lights up when he feels strong emotions?...
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thegnomelord · 2 months
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okay i finally caved and wanted to talk about my idea for a nishruu inspired monster of sorts? i just enjoy rambling a little bit as you may be able to tell
so nishruu. red whisps that endlessly hunt down magic and magical items to sate their hunger, so these creatures are a nightmare for mages and magic wielders. all of my knowledge for these guys comes from dnd, so ill have to take a few creative liberties but im not complaining! pure nishruus are rare - as well as humans that have under some circumstances become fused with these little magic eaters. they're slightly similar to wraiths - having whispy bodies that are impossible to contain considering how they can slip through even the smallest of cracks. they look... mostly human, besides the way their forearms, into their hands, fade into a red mist that flows off of their form, and how they can turn fully into whisps and slip away. these half-nishruus rely on magic to sustain themselves the same, so it isn't uncommon for these acceptionally rare monsters to seek out mages or other magic wielders and make a deal. i really love symbiosis - and considering that half-nishruus have human intelligence, making a deal is typically the best plan for them.
the deals are usually simple - in exchange for some magic to keep them sustained, the nishruus will fight to keep the person they made the deal with alive. after all, it's wise for them to keep their... supplier? alive, considering how many magic wielders will likely throw salt the second they see red whisps. oh, and nishruus main weaknesses are salt. it deals damage similar to poison to them. some magic wielders have even been spotted with sealed amulets containing a strange red substance inside, containing these nishruus until battle comes, where they release the magic eaters (which are likely very hungry) to aid them against any enemies who may have magical weapons or spells
also just imagining a nishruu hybrid crawling over to ifrit and begging for a deal, then ifrit keeps them like a pokemon lmao
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Okay this is cool and got me brain doing the hyperfocusing thingy so here's a noncannon blurb with Ifrit set at a time when Ifrit's been, mostly, redeemed lol. Probably doesn't make much sense but idk
You stare at Price, unmoving, unblinking. Then your gaze slowly slides to the man sitting across Price's desk. Corporal Simmons shrinks into himself, shoulders hunching and looking down, unable to meet your eyes. He doesn't know why he feels like a little boy in your presence, he's your superior for fuck's sake, but the way you look at him. . . if fucking scares him.
Finally, you speak, voice softer than Simmons expected it to be. It only makes the cold edge to it press against his throat harder. "Captain, with all due respect, which is none." You say, your hard gaze falling back to Captain Price. "What the fuck?"
Price lets out a low sigh, already done with your shit yesterday. "Don't make me write you up private." You both know he won't, you've said and done worse things than this. "You heard me clearly."
"Yeah, I heard you." You say, unable to hide the way your muscles tense, your fingers curled into fists. "I just don't understand why I have to keep the damn leech alive."
Simmon's tries to speak up, "Hey, I'm not-"
"Shut your mouth." The way you say it leaves no room for argument. Even without using magic, Simmons can feel the way it simmers beneath your skin, like lava bubbling beneath the earth. So plentiful and vast it makes his mouth water, stomach coiling itself into knots as red smoke fizzles at his fingers. God, he's so hungry, he hasn't eaten in weeks.
"Captain, there are other mages that would be more than happy to have this parasite attached to them." You grunt, motioning loosely to Simmons. "I don't get why I have to feed the damn thing." You make your disgust for Simmon's painfully clear.
"That's enough private." Price's growl forces you to listen, your attention on him as he stands. "This is an order." His hand reaches out to grip your chin, his touch making your skin prickle even when the balaclava you wear dampens the touch. "You will follow." His blue eyes stare into yours, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. It's almost endearing, the way he does it, but you know enough about dragons to see the hidden dominance in his touch. "Am I clear?"
You feel yourself frown, your eyes narrowing. "If it tries anything funny I'm taking it behind the barn and putting it down."
"Ifrit." The latter half of your callsign rolls off his tongue into a low rumble. Price tightens the hold on your chin, making it clear you're skirting the line of how much you can push before he needs to tan your ass to get some obedience back in you.
It makes your lightning prickle beneath your skin, "Yes sir." You grumble. "I understand."
"Good mage." He tuts and lets you go, "Dismissed."
You nod your head, your eye catching Simmon's as you turn to your heel. "Follow." You say, the sharpness in your voice making him scramble out of his seat after you. He sticks close to you as you walk through the hallways until you reach the training area, the walls and floors singed and blackened from weeks of training.
"Just so you know." You say, turning to look at Simmons. "As far as I'm concerned, death would suit you better." You say as you take off your glove, revealing the cooled mana texture of your mage marks. You hold your hand out, your fingertips starting to glow as you let a bit of mana flow to your palms.
Simmon's nearly stumbles over his feet, hands reaching out to hold your hand. He can't help but moan as he presses his lips to your palm, the smoke coming from his arms curling around your skin. He feels like a starving man finally getting a glass of water, feeling the mana flow into his body. He feels hot, his tongue tingles like he's just eaten something spicy, but god if feels wonderful.
He doesn't think he's ever met a mage with so much plentiful mana as you, his teeth nibbling on the volcanic chunks of your palm as he devours more mana. It curls in his belly, traveling through his veins, making him feel so warm and he just wants more, more, More—
"That's enough." You growl, pulling your hand back and quickly putting your glove back on. "Should be enough for a week." You grunt, leaving him standing where he is.
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Heyyyyyyy
Can you write something family related?
Like they just had their first sparkling and are adjusting to having them around
I'm a sucker for some good ol' MegOp family fluff
Thanks in advance!
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Optimus is running towards Megatron, looking around while he does so. "Megatron!! Have you seen our little one? I can't find them anywhere!" Optimus paces around. Fretting and looking worried.
Megatron, in turn. Has the fakest supriced expression. "Oh? Well, I haven't seen any little one running around here. Have you checked the kitchen?"
"Yes!! I-" Then Optimus hears a giggle. One that suspiciously sounds like it's coming from behind Megatron. Optimus huffs in amusement. Relieved that their little one is safe, and now more than happy to play along with this little game of hide and seek. "Meeegaaatrooon..?"
"Yes, my dearest conjux?~" Megatron stares innocently at Optimus as another giggle is heard from behind the ex-warlord.
"Are you sure you don't know where our little one is?" Optimus asks again. A playful smile on his lips as he raises an optic ridge.
"Oh! Is my spark-bonded accusing me of being a liar? Optimus, I thought you knew me better than this! The nerve!" Megatron pretends to act offended. Huffing as he then turns around with his arms crossed to reveal that their sparkling was holding on to Megatron's back. Still giggling and now squealing at the fact that Optimus can now see them!
"Siiireeee!! You said you wouldn't let my carrier see me!!" The sparkling whined. Kicking their little feet on the back of Megatron's frame.
Megatron chuckled. "I don't remember making such a promise. I only remember a certain someone climbing up my back and wispering at me to hide them?"
Optimus sighed with a grin, shaking his helm, and went over to pick up their sparkling. "Megatron, you seemed to have had a little scraplet stuck to your back."
"Oh really? Thank you, Optimus. For removing it and avoiding a bigger problem. Now, shouldn't you go back to searching for our little one?"
"Huh?" The sparkling looked between their two creators, a bit confused.
"Yes, I think you're right. I wonder where our little one could have gone?" Optimus hummed. Pressing a kiss on Megatron's lips.
"Carrier!! It's me!! I'm here!!" The little one giggled, wiggling and trying to get Optimus's attention.
"Have you tried looking in the bath?" Megatron teasingly commented, knowing that it was a bath that their little sparkling was running away from. He hummed into the kiss and pressed one of his own to Optimus's forehead.
"Sire!! No!!!" The sparkling gasped, trying to wiggle free from Optimus's grip.
"You know what, I just came from there. But it would be a good idea to check again. I'll see you soon." The ex-Prime chuckled. Turning around with their sparkling, who was laughing and shouting a dramatic "noooooooooo!!" As Optimus now pretends to notice that the scraplet he was holding suddenly turned into their sparkling! A lecture ensues as they turn the corner.
Megatron watches his two most cherished walk off. He himself chuckles, walking to their kitchen to get some energon. Knowing he'd need it for when it became his turn to take care of their little one. How did Megatron get so lucky to have Optimus in his life? He will never know. All he knows is that, as he hears the laughs of both his conjux and sparkling, that he is glad things turned out this way.
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jazeswhbhaven · 1 month
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levi x foras , bur get thus...... foras is His girlfriend..... (everyone claps)
AH THIS PAIRING, Foras would be delighted anon (thank you for waiting) I am assuming this would be a genderswap? Or if Foras is transfem. Foras' personality would be the same regardless though, but would be super insecure about being Leviathan's gf. A king dating one of his nobles? What if something happens? I'm going to be judged in every sense of the word, but he chose me. That is what Foras would be thinking. Leviathan has eyes on the devil's that surround Foras like a hawk. Even Glas and Barb are in danger. If he thinks they're getting too chummy, he's immediately there analyzing the conversation and seeing what it is that they're talking about. It better be about him and no one else.
Levi and Foras are the perfect pair, with Foras never having eyes for another which pleases him. Also Leviathan has someone he can just rest his head on and sleep, Foras strokes his hair and keeps him close. In return, Levi protects and explores feelings of love that he has never before experienced. Foras is more than happy to guide him through it. A cute thing Foras would do is turn invisible when given a compliment or something slightly flirty said by Levithan. Blushing x1000.
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. . . Well this took some time and I still didn't paint it, yey but I'm putting it today and tomorrow I will put the final drawing. Classic is on the party cause in this version Classic is Outer's friend, Horror is there to eat, Dream and Cross are there cause yes and Swap is there cause he goes to any event. Error was going until he knew Ink was also there (in my au Error is friends with Outer cause he goes a lot to Outertale), Killer also was going to eat and annoy everyone but he wasn't allowed to for a certain reason. This was Outer second party cause he also had one in Outertale, with most of Outertale. Variant 0 None of this characters are mine Ink belongs to Comyet Outer belongs to 2mi127 Classic/Sans belongs to Toby fox Cross belongs to Jakei95 Dream belongs to Jokublog Swap belongs to The Undertale community Horror belongs to Sour_Apple_Studios
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supergayjail · 6 months
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So yeah!! I participated in a "Cannon & Non-Cannon" Collab a friend of mine made with some other beautiful AMAZING artists participating too!! So here's my Oc Damián with "The Warden", posting it here to keep my main blog for other stuff! Here's the post if you want to check it out! Go give them love please!!
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kiaerinnn · 10 months
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HELP I SAW THIS IN PINTREST AND DIDNT KNOW IT WAS FROM THE ACTUAL EDDSWORLD WEBSITE BUT IT IS💀😂 (NOT MINE AND RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO EDDSWORLD) also wait what it says part 1 they're making another part😨
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sonicexelle-junkary · 4 months
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I’m very productive.
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sleepyzz0h · 1 month
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Mr wolf seems to be adjustin to the real world quite well
*Not cannon to the story*
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dissatisfieddov · 14 days
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There was a small knock at Runar's door. Ash had come to collect him, to help explain and set some ground rules.
Runar tried to remember how to open the door, the strange button was it? He thought, happy to see that he was right as the door slid open.
"Ah, feeling well I presume. You drank a lot last night my generous host." Runar spoke with his silky smooth tone, keeping a close observant eye on Ash as he backed away to let the smaller man enter.
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emoxxzombie · 3 months
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Some of my Favorite Winx Club ships (cannon and non cannon)
Cannon: 1: Musa/Riven (Rivusa)
#1 Rivusa defender even whilst being 6 feet under in my grave. These two have ALWAYS been my fav couple (even when I was lil kid.) I just love them so much. Sure, they had their bad times but they've also had plenty of good ones too. I'm going to stop myself there because if I type any further about these two I'm going to end up making this post much more longer than it needs to be😭
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2: Flora/Helia (Floreila)
If I don't have a relationship like Flora and Helia's then I don't want it. Seriously, these two are so adorable. Helia literally worships the ground Flora walks on. Their relationship is so healthy and just overall green flags everywhere. And back in s2 when they were crushing on each other was the cutest omg, they're both so pure and full of love.
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3: Stella/Brandon (Brella)
The trust that these two have for each other in this relationship is so beautiful. Brandon and Stella compliment each other PERFECTLY. They both would sacrifice themselves at any costs for each other. They have such a beautiful and selfless bond, always willing to protect one another.
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Non cannon: 1: Musa/Layla/Aisha (Soundwave)
Layla had a big fat crush on Musa during seasons 2-3, and NO ONE will EVER change my mind. I already hc Layla as a lesbian too (don't get me wrong her and Nabu were awesome but I think that they'd be better off as friends/a platonic pairing. )They'd both be such a healthy couple and they had soo much chemistry. They'd both be extremely supportive of each others goals and dreams. They were literally each other's comfort person throughout s2-3. They care about each other so much. Plus, we need more POC wlw representation in media.
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2: Lucy/Mirta (Unsure of their ship name)
They're gfs your honor, that's all I have to say.
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3: Faragonda/Griffin (Unsure of their ship name)
WIVES.
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4: Palladium/Avalon (Unsure of their ship name 😭)
They had more chemistry than Bloom and Sky ever did 🙄(Sorry, not sorry Bloom/Sky shippers) Also, idgaf what the comics say yall.
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samii2318 · 1 year
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Batgirl: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.
Red Hood: We’re not friends.
Batgirl, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.
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thatmemeguy89 · 48 minutes
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Non-cannon ending
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