#Cannon or non-cannon?

[civetside]

When I was thinking about my own headcanons for TLT, I realized that as the only other surviving "child", Ortus as the "older brother" probably had to keep the feral lesbians from killing each other with their teeth.

And of course being encouraged in his poetry by (probably) Gideon, to piss off Harrow.

(I just like how the three surviving children are two feral lesbians, and a mucusy poet.)

[werecreature-addicted]

Werewolf boyfriend you learn has a ball crushing kink/cbt

From @biscuitdragonwithastick

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"come on pup kiss it better" he growls tugging on your hair and pushing your face closer to his balls. you do as he asks, kissing him and letting your tongue dart out to taste his skin, he groans and yanks on your hair again, this time jerking you back away from his crotch.

"well look at that, you can listen, now are you going to be a good pup for me and apologize properly?" he growls,

"yes I'll be good I'm so-" Before you can finish apologizing Ceaser snaps his hips forward shoving his cock in your half-opened mouth. you gag a little but quickly try to adjust and blow him properly.

"That's it... good fucking whore kiss my cock, tell me how sorry you are for being a brat, fuck take it deeper, such a slutty fucking mouth," he groans as you bob your head and run your tongue over his shaft, flicking along the long vein that throbs along the side of his cock, getting him wet with your spit.

"yeah... fuck you love this cock, don't you?" he groans pushing his hips up driving his dick further into your mouth, you have to focus hard on relaxing the back of your throat to let him slide all the way back in there, the start of his half swollen knot pressing against your mouth. you wonder if he's planning on knotting your mouth and a shiver of anticipation. your eyes water and tears flow down your cheeks as Ceaser fucks your mouth.

"fuck that's hot- you're so sexy when you cry just makes me want to fuck you harder." he pants, reaching down, cupping your cheek in his hand and almost lovingly brushing away the tears from your face "Go on don't just sit there use your hands."

obediently you stop playing with yourself and instead turn your hands onto his body, with one you wrap around the base of his cock jerking off the part of his dick that didn't quite fit into your mouth, squeezing and massaging his knot. With your other free hand, you cup his balls gently playing with them too. Ceaser groans, his mouth falling open and his tongue hanging out of his mouth panting in pleasure. "Harder," he moans.

You're a little confused, he wants you to be rougher? you squeeze his balls a little tighter and earn a pathetic whimper from him, something completely unlike the normal growls you're used to hearing from Ceaser. you squeeze harder and put more pressure down on his knot too, he thrashes in your touch but the way he whines and bucks further into your mouth and hands makes you think he really likes it.

you only got into this position because you accidentally kicked him in the balls and he insisted you make it up to him, but here you are, deep-throating his dick, teething at his knot and squeezing his balls hard and he's crying begging for harder harder as he cums down your throat, it seems to you maybe he liked that pain a little more than he'd like to let on. You could use this to your advantage.

[dani-fox]

DAYILY REMINDER TO THE TF2 FANDOM

Pyro is a grown ass adult.

Pyro is not cannonly a child.

Pyro is a grown adult. who cannonly ran his own business, who suffers from a mental illnesses, and shouldn't be infantlised just because Pyro acts silly.

Pyro can be in a romantic relationship if you want them to be

Pyro can be aroace and not interested in romance and gender if you want them to be

Pyro can be a elderish Abomination if you want it to be

Pyro can be a cis man if you want him to be

Pyro can be a butch lesbian it you want her to be

Pyro can be in a father child relationship with engineer if you want

Just DONT push your ideologies onto others

I've seen so many posts about peaple getting mad at Texas Toast shippers for 'proshipping'

Pyro and Engineer are not cannonly in a father son relationship. Those two are grown consenting non-related adults!

So if you see Pyro and Engineer as family, that's fine just don't go into every goddam Texas Toast comment section and go "Erm actually they are father n son" because no one like you if you do that. That is why you don't get invited to partys Steve! Because you are the fun cops!

Seriously: Just don't do that bullcrap you weirdos. Not everyone thinks like you so just respect their opinion(unless its proshipping. Then don't respect the proshippers)

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

[change-name-later]

Ready for the next show?

I think he’d be really dapper as a ringleader. Cannot wait for the wotfi announcement.

(Might redraw this tomorrow depending on how the next ep goes. Just wanted to get this done before Saturday)

Bonus drawing under the cut

It’d be really fucking funny if he was part of the carnival. But as an employee instead of the leader.

[theartistof10s]

Lil Chara doodle bc why not =)

[sonicexelle-junkary]

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.

[ima-mezz]

Oops I made them gay

Whatever will we doooo 🙈 (/Sar)

[phlurrii]

Short shit post of the future kids

[jazeswhbhaven]

This is the perfect frame to describe them both being equally as annoyed at me for creating a universe where they date each other 💀 like Amy is cussing me out as we speak and Sitri low key wants to but is being polite in front of Amy to prove a point.

[n-b-0-d-y]

I always thought that lust sans' design was actually pretty okay, but I had some ideas, so here is my fan-made redesign of lust sans.

I believe Lust sans belongs to: NSFWshamecave

I am not sure tho. :P

[sunchipss]

’Non-cannon’ ship incorrect quotes pt 2!

Malitae : I have feelings for you. Midas: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Malitae : Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Midas: AS ENEMIES?! Malitae :

Malitae : You got a date yet Midas? Midas: No… Malitae : Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Malitae : Midas, I… Malitae : I love you! Midas: Not my problem.

Malitae : Holding up a pack of pencils These are kinda cute. Midas: Malitae , that’s gay. Malitae : We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Midas: We both look very handsome tonight. Malitae : You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Midas: I couldn't take that chance.

Midas: Do you love me? Malitae : We’re literally married. Midas: Yeah, but as friends or—

Centross: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing. Icarus: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Centross: My hands are cold. Icarus: Here, let me hold them. Centross: My lips are cold too. Icarus: covers Centross's mouth with their hand

Centross: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Icarus: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. Centross: But you’re always acting stupid? Icarus: … Icarus: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Centross: Can you cut me some slack, Icarus? I’m sort of in love. Icarus: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Centross: I’m in love with you. Icarus: blushes Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Icarus: What are you in the mood for? Centross: World domination. Icarus: That's a bit ambitious. Centross: You are my world. Icarus: Aww… Centross: Icarus: Centross: Icarus: OH.

Centross: You look good in that hoodie. Icarus: You know where else I'd look good? Centross, zero hesitation: My bed. Icarus, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Momboo, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often? Arisanna, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah.

Arisanna: Relationships should be 50/50. Momboo cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Arisanna: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Momboo: Okay. Arisanna: And make out during the scary parts. Momboo: Th- Momboo: The scary parts. Momboo: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Arisanna: We’re getting married, bitches! Momboo: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Momboo: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Arisanna! Arisanna: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Arisanna: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Momboo: I wrote you a poem. Arisanna, already crying: You did?

Arisanna: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Momboo: steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely Arisanna: That one. I want that one.

Momboo: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Arisanna: It was autocorrect. Momboo: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Arisanna: Yes.

Momboo: Laughs Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— Arisanna: We’re married.

[strawberrylips-1211]

Bittersweet

Hobie x reader

Pt 2

Hurt/comfort, angst

Mean hobie >:)

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.

Should I continue this??

I have never tagged anyone before but here ya go

@bleuatlas

@spedermannmorales

@luujjvi

@buddhapooksrealwife

@denuparxoume

@archiviststar

[foggymvp]

I push the non cannon ship agendas

[casually-salad]

love an only carry you so far, before the burning in your chest turns from pain to rage, little filly.

[1jemmagirl22]

"If you so much as touch one hair on her annoying little witch head..."

Top 23 ships I loved(Or more accurately became obsessed/re obsessed with) in 2023, ranked:

22: Bonnie Bennet and Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries

[ther3alsweetheart]

I want to take a nibble out of non-cannon Damien.

tehe 😝