#noncanon compliant

[ofdragonsdeep]

I took part in the FFXIV Big Bang event that was run from October last year, and it's finally my posting day! I wrote a novel about Lahabrea, because I am extremely normal.

A retelling of his life, from Athena's death to the Sundering, with flashbacks and flash-forwards to cover the rest.

Please mind the tags, because. Athena exists.

#ffxiv #ffxiv big bang #Lahabrea #Venat #Azem #Amusingly though this uses my Azem it is so noncanon for my WoL #Because yknow. We save people in WoLville and this is canon compliant

[mamanbou]

Shipping but it's less like "i want them to kiss or date or get married and that's reflected in my fanworks", and more like "i like their canon dynamic and think that if you read a whisper of even subconscious romantic feelings/potential into one or both of their characters it adds extra flavor but if their hypothetical traditional romance ever became the focus of a plot it would just be a distraction and entirely distinct from what I found endearing about them in the first place, so when I make fanworks I try to depict their interactions as close to the (100% platonic) canon as possible but I know its ship content and that's what counts"

#this applies to like 50% of my noncanon ships #across media #aus are fun also in their own separate way but when consuming or creating stuff that takes place in the canon universe i prefer things that #are as canon compliant as possible. like if i ship two charas who arent dating and i'm sitting down to draw or write about them #i always come back to trying to find little moments in time or facets of their interactions that can be expanded on and i can say #''there's something here that's worth looking a little closer at'' #this post and these tags are more me journaling about my own creative instincts than anything oops #txt

[watsonmj]

23. things you said after we fell apart stevebucky post-serum (make it angsty pls? More so on Steve’s end)

The Chair is a relic. Old grade of metal, the familiar trappings of the war embedded. It's been upgraded over the years, but it bears the mark of the his world.

And like a pair, the Solider shakes minutely a few feet away. Steve's heart damn near breaks at the sight. His injuries still ache, despite his advanced healing and the weeks he spent in bed. He managed to get wind of Bucky traveling across the world only to wound up back in DC.

"Bucky." Steve lets his name hang in the air between them.

But Bucky doesn't so much as react. No anger, no confusion—nothing. Steve just wants him back, even a sliver of him, even a wisp, a dream.

"You've gotta get outta here, Steve," Bucky croaks out.

"I'm not leaving you." Not again, goes unsaid between them. "I . . . I can get you help."

"And I'm not gonna tell you again." Bucky's arm whirs as he smashes a part of the Chair. "Leave or I'll punch the stupid off your face again."

Steve almost laughs. It's one of their old sayings, when he was young and got himself into more fights than he could care to admit and Bucky would shake his head and mutter, I'd punch the stupid off your face if you wanna get hit so bad, punk, while he bandaged up one of Steve's wounds.

The sound that leaves Steve's chest is more choked up than he thinks because Bucky's gaze snaps towards him. They stare at each other for a long moment before Bucky's entire body sighs. He jerks his head to the Chair and says, "Fine. You wanna help me run this place to the ground?"

"Always."

mini fic prompts | send one <3

#stevebucky #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #je réponds #la poste #ask #ask games #anonymous #* #*writing #i have now realized . . . i dont rmbr how to write them fr anyway au set sometime after catws (golden era) and noncanon compliant for cw

[tangledbea]

What are some plotlines you would've liked to see the show follow/expand upon more?

All I've ever wanted was Eugene back story. In-depth Eugene backstory. What we got with the Baron and Stalyan was great, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to see him in the orphanage. I wanted to see him and Lance as kids, palling around, discussing their futures and the adventures they wanted to go on. I wanted to see how the Baron managed to hook these two boys into his gang. An no, the stuff in The Rise of Flynn Rider doesn't count. It's canon-compliant at best and noncanonical at worst.

I just want to know more about my boys, and for the plot to have actually cared about them.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Eugene Fitzherbert #Lance Strongbow #TTS #Things I Want #Answered

[zeloinator]

Noncanon compliant Zee so I could put her in The Shirt :3c or just imagine her prosthetics on her left arm and right leg

#Zee Zalinos #au ra #ffxiv #au ra raen #au ra ffxiv #ffxiv au ra #final fantasy xiv #ff14 gpose #ffxiv gpose

[roadtogracelandx45]

Coming soon: Among Angels

Jake and Bianca Seresin are back at Top Island for the Dagger mission and they are confronted with their former partner Bradley Bradshaw and the reappearance of Bianca’s father and her father Tom “Iceman” Kazansky’s estranged husband, Pete Mitchell. And the sudden uncertainty of the mission and what is really important to them.

Rated M for adult content.

Noncanon compliant 

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Bianca Kazansky/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin

IceMav

Other pairings will be added

#ash writes #oc: Bianca kazansky #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #series: chasing angels #jake hangman seresin #bradley bradshaw #hangster #icemav

[mthofferings]

Kingdomfaraway

See Kingdomfaraway’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: [email protected] Tumblr: asyouleft Discord: kingdomfaraway

Preferred organizations: - ALA "Unite Against Book Bans" Campaign - Center for Reproductive Rights - National Network of Abortion Funds - Rainbow Railroad - Transgender Law Center (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Found Family, Mystery, Suspense, Happy Endings, Sad Endings, Fix-It

Will not create works that contain: Major character death, no power AUs

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1076

Will create works for the following relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark - MCU

Work Description: I'm offering a minimum of 3k word fic written in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I will only be offering fics that center around Peter Parker & Tony Stark (Irondad). I can include other characters (Avengers, Ned Leeds, May Parker, MJ…etc), but any story will center around the two of them as the main characters. I can write something that's heavy angst or something that's very light and humorous. I generally write hurt/comfort with happy endings. While I will write ships, I generally do not center my Irondad fics around them, but I would be fine with included minor ships in the background such as Peter/MJ, Tony/Pepper. Please ask to see if I'm okay with the ship you have in mind. I am happy to write any kind of fix-it, or noncanon compliant, which includes things like bio!dad or other typical Irondad tropes. I'm not a fan of writing no power AU, however but I could maybe make it work with the right idea. Please check out my other works to see the type of material that I like to write.

Ratings: Gen, Teen

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#Kingdomfaraway #auction: fic #mth 2023

[bigfatbreak]

Who are the quantic kids I keep hearing about? I can't find anything on them

characters who were cut before the show's production - felix was originally part of that before they pulled him back into the plot, so usually when felix is in an au in a noncanon compliant way, people use the "quantic kids" as his associates or cohorts by association

#not a bad thing tbh #ive seen a lot of ppls takes on them #i just.... have a lot of new characters coming up in the next chapter lol #got no time for those kids #replies

[fives-girlfriend]

Competition

Not everyone is in high spirits when the Batch makes it to Pabu.

A noncanon installment of Asha's storyline with Clone Force 99, mainly written as a vent piece to get out my own emotions, that turned into an entire fic – read for your own enjoyment but keep in mind that it may or may not end up being canon-compliant with the rest of Asha's story.

Characters: Tech, OC (Asha Kurr)

Warnings: Heavy on the jealousy, self-depreciation, just a ton of emotional nastiness overall. Hurt/comfort, happy ending

Word count: 3,700

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"Looks like you've got competition!"

Those words nearly knocked the wind out of her. Sunset eyes darted between several figures - between Phee hugging her friend (hoping that he wasn't just a friend, why was she hoping that?), between Wrecker playfully nudging Tech, and… at Tech, watching him. Bespectacled eyes wide in indignation and something close to embarrassment, he looked… stars, he actually looked flustered. She had always wanted to see him flustered.

So why did seeing it now make her heart ache?

Hunter noticed something was off the moment they all began to make their way down the mountain. He heard the way her heart picked up, the grinding of her jaw, the upset huff of breath that she tried to calm herself with. He could tell right away that she was upset by something. By what, though, he could only marginally guess.

The evening was nothing short of perfect. She had never seen the Batch this happy, not in a long, long time - Hunter got to actually stop and take a breath. Wrecker got to actually have his fill. Omega got to actually be a kid. And Tech…

She watched from the end of the table how Tech and Phee sat close, how she was all over him. She watched him smile, watched how they brushed shoulders, watched how well they got along… they had hardly known Phee for long at all. There was no way they were this close already… not when she had been with them even before they were fugitives. Not when she had been Tech's right-hand girl, not when her new priority ever since Echo left was helping him maintain the ship and technology throughout…

…but she knew she could never compare. Not to her. Not to the way she was capable, and confident, and gorgeous to boot. Not when she was everything a man could ever want. She was righteous, and beautiful, and talented…

…she was everything Asha, in her mind's eye, was not. And he deserved everything that she couldn't give.

The togruta didn't even realize her lip was wobbling until a murmuring hush ghosted over the table. She looked up, blinking back tears, meeting four pairs of identical eyes and several new sets as well. Asha's face warmed, crimson cheeks flushing darker, and it was with dawning horror she realized that tears had already begun to flow down her face, that her breaths were just short of sobs. Think. Think of an excuse. Now.

"...I…" she began, her voice cracking so harshly it made her wince. "I'm sorry, I'm just… r-really happy we can finally rest, you know…? Just- I-I just need a minute, sorry…" It was a feeble excuse, but hopefully it was a believable one. It seemed to work at least a little bit - the others certainly seemed to buy it. Chatter began again, and soon, the girls had gone off to go have fun while the adults helped clear the table and settle in. Asha elected to stay outside - to watch the sunset and try and will herself into something less… pathetic.

She really was pathetic, wasn't she? Did she really just do that? Burst into tears in front of everyone because she was…

"Asha…?" A shockingly soft voice yanked Asha out of her self-depreciative daze, and she looked up only to see none other than Wrecker approach, a somber look on his face as he joined her on the balcony. "You, uh. You okay…?"

"Yeah-!" she quickly affirmed, pulling up a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier, I just… I got overwhelmed, and-"

"And you lied. Why…?"

Asha blinked, utterly taken aback by his forward accusation. She sputtered feebly, trying to refute it - but no words came.

"...I've seen ya when you're so happy you can barely keep it in," Wrecker continued, looking down at the bannister. "And I've seen ya when you're so sad that… you look like one poke will make ya just… fall apart. That wasn't happy cryin' back there, that was… the saddest cryin' I've ever seen ya do."

The wind was knocked from Asha's chest for the second time that day, by the same man. She couldn't meet his gaze, not like this - she looked back out towards the sea, and tried to keep her composure for just a little longer.

"I-I'm fine, Wrecker," Asha mumbled, her voice breaking as tears threatened to spill once again. A large, warm hand settled on her shoulder, and she couldn't make herself look up at him. Not as he leaned closer, like he was shielding her. Not when she felt so small.

"...no one's listenin', Ash," Wrecker spoke low, his voice carrying a reassuring tone that she knew was meant as a promise, and a hint for anyone that was listening to tune out. "It's okay. You can talk."

Asha said nothing for about a minute. Wrecker didn't budge. The two of them simply stood there in the evening sun, the sea breeze warming them both, before Asha finally broke the silence.

"...i-it's Tech, okay…?" she murmured, earning a surprised glance from Wrecker. "Ever… ever since we got here, it's been… he's been…"

Her voice broke a bit, but slowly, she continued.

"He's been so- so happy. The way Phee m-makes him smile, I've- I've never been able to make him smile like that, Wrecker-! And she- she's amazing, she's confident and capable, she's gorgeous in every way, sh-she's righteous and she's strong and- a-and I-"

Asha couldn't stop the tears that spilled down her cheeks, a choked sob ripping from her throat as her words tapered off and died. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth, shoulders hunching as she desperately tried to hide away within herself. Why was she so upset? She should be happy for him. For all of them. They finally had a chance at a normal life here, and here she was, ruining their happiness by something as absolutely pitiful as-

"...you're jealous…?" Wrecker asked tentatively. Asha hated the word. It made her feel bitter, selfish. When he said it, she ducked her head down, hiding her face away from him. She couldn't bear to look at him, not like this.

"Yes," she whispered. "I-I'm jealous, okay? I… I-I want him to smile at me like that, I want to be the one that makes him feel happy, but I- I can't, and I don't deserve to be, either-!"

"Who told you that-?!" Wrecker exclaimed, a look of anger crossing his face at the very idea that somebody had insulted his friend. Asha was quick to shake her head, though.

"No one- no one but myself, Wreck…" she mumbled, her shoulders shaking as she stifled another sob. "Look at her… sh-she's everything I'm not. Tech, he… he deserves everything good the galaxy can possibly give him… a-and… and I'm not it."

When Wrecker didn't respond, Asha could only assume the worst, and it took all of her strength to force herself to look up at him. She was expecting confusion, disdain, maybe even anger - and it hurt her heart that she would ever think of such things about the gentlest man she's ever known - but when she finally looked up at Wrecker, he wasn't even looking at her. He had turned, and was looking towards the stairway leading up to the house's balcony. The stairway that Tech stood at the landing of, eyes widened behind his goggles, staring at the two of them in utter disbelief. For the first time since she had known him, he looked struck speechless.

None of them spoke for several agonizingly long moments, but Asha eventually broke the silence. Her voice broke, barely sounding out as she tried to speak, staring dumbly and gaping like a fish.

“...T-Tech, I–”

“Is that the truth?” Tech suddenly cut in, steadfast as ever despite his clear surprise. Wrecker was glancing frantically back and forth between the two of them, entirely unsure what to do. What could he possibly do? Asha looked ready to shatter like glass, but stopping this confrontation would be disastrous. He was at a loss, and apparently, so was Tech. “That you… have such an opinion of me? Asha–”

Tech barely had a chance to finish his sentence. Asha had breezed past the both of them, tears streaming down her face once again as she quickly made her way down the stairs off the balcony, and disappearing down the path out of town. Tech and Wrecker both stood there, utterly bewildered, before Wrecker approached Tech and gave him a nudge, nearly making the smaller topple down the stairs had he not braced himself on the bannister.

“Well? What’re ya waiting for?!” Wrecker said with a gesture of the hand down the stairway. “Go talk to her! Ya heard all that, right? If anything, she… she’s gotta hear whatever comes next from you.”

“...quite right…” Tech mumbled, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of himself. In a nervous tic he found himself adjusting and re-adjusting his goggles, before he went down the stairway and along the path, following where Asha had gone.

With all the winding paths Pabu was comprised of, it took far longer than he had hoped to find her. It was the tips of her montrals that gave her away, little golden points that stuck up above the small wall she had been seated against, watching the ocean. As Tech approached, he slowed his steps as he heard her muttering to herself, her voice thick and laden with tears.

“…stupid…” she mumbled, drawing her knees closer to her chest as she rested her chin atop her arms. “Look what you did… you think he would ever feel the same way about you now…? You… you pathetic, worthless… what’s even the point…? There’s no way you could ever shine a light up to her, and… a-and now he’ll see it for sure. So… s-so damn selfish… what right do you have t-to be jealous of… of her…? You should be happy, y-you inconsiderate, selfish, idiotic–”

“Asha, enough.”

Tech couldn’t bear to listen to her rant any longer. Fists balled at his sides, he approached briskly, and looked down at Asha as she stared up at him with wide, startled eyes. She hadn’t heard him approach, and hearing his terse interjection sent a shock of panic through her. She was already scrambling to her feet, looking primed to bolt again. Her face was streaked with tears, and she could hardly find it in her to speak.

“T-Tech– I’m– I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t– I gotta–”

“Asha, please. Stop. I want you to stop and listen to me very carefully.” Tech’s voice was always so level and matter-of-fact – to hear him sound like this… Asha couldn’t pinpoint it. Her mind fled directly to the worst-case scenario, and it was taking all of her self-control to stop herself from just bursting into tears right there under his gaze. Tech could see it, and he had to ponder his words carefully. Any wrong thing could send her spiraling again. “I am… I am quite adept at many things. Expressing emotions is… not one of them. But you must understand that I don’t… hate you. Far from it, in fact.”

Asha sniffled, and she could only make a small, inquisitive whimper before she could find her voice again. And that sound, the very sight of her, was just about the most heartbreaking thing Tech had ever seen.

“...b-but what about Phee…?” she whispered, trying to compose herself. Just saying her name sent a shock of pain through her heart that made her lip wobble, nearly crumbling again. Tech sighed softly, hoping that words wouldn’t fail him now.

“...Phee is a fine individual. She is courageous, and stalwart. She is… admirable,” Tech admitted, but a quick glance at Asha told him everything he needed to know in order to continue. He could see it on her face, the way her brows knit, the way more tears began to slip down her cheeks, reflecting the late evening sun. “But… she is not… I– what I mean to say, is… ah…”

Tech was struggling, and Asha could see it – but she still couldn’t quite grasp what he was fully getting at. Did he… not think of Phee in that sort of light? Surely not – he had been smiling at her all afternoon, they had been practically inseparable ever since they had taken off…

“Tech, it’s– it’s okay, I…” Asha began, feebly trying to regain at least a little bit of her composure, her hand coming up to trail down her lekku in a nervous tic.

“It’s not okay, Asha, not when the very thought of my rejection reduces you to this!” Tech quickly retorted, earning a small gasp from the distressed woman in front of him. The silence between them hung heavy, and Tech let out a groan, adjusting his goggles yet again. “That’s not… that’s not what I mean. I’m sorry. What I mean to say is that… Asha, you could not be any more incorrect about yourself. You are… you are intelligent. Passionate, devoted. You are a valued member of this team, and we… I… would be lost without your presence.”

When Asha didn’t respond, too dumbfounded to make herself say anything, Tech took that as an invitation to continue – as he often did. “You are skilled beyond all doubt, and you may not fully realize how much I appreciate your help. Though it is not often I require assistance in a mechanical capacity, I have grown used to your presence, and… and I value your companionship. You… listen to me. Actively. That is a courtesy others seldom give. You are… you are kind. You are caring. I may not be able to express my thoughts and feelings in a way that others can understand, but… it distresses me to hear you say such… awful things about yourself…”

He reached out then, much to Asha’s shock, and took her hand within both of his. She looked up at him in surprise, and in that moment as they locked eyes, she had never seen him look so completely serious.

“...because of me.”

“...Tech, I-I… it’s not because of you, not at all–” Asha quickly refuted, her hand still clasped in his and never once making a move to remove it. “It’s… it’s because of me. I– I appreciate what you said, I really do, but there’s still no way I could ever compare to Phee, not with how happy she makes you, and I–”

“You make me happy.”

That made her stop. The silence hung in the air as Asha just… stared at him, eyes wide, trying to parse what it was that he just said.

“...w-what?”

“I said that you make me happy, Asha. It’s clear now that I do not express it as often as I should have. And for that, you have my sincerest apologies. You are correct in that Phee is an incredible woman.”

His hands squeezed hers, and he took a minute step forward, drawing her hand up to hold against his chest, almost reverently.

“But so are you. And it is not fair to either of you to be compared.”

There was a beat before the dam finally broke. Asha took a breath, Tech’s words still ringing in her ears, and everything just… crumbled. She could hardly remain composed as tears overflowed, spilling down her cheeks in torrents, expression twisted in a feeble attempt to restrain her sobs. Her free hand came up to try and cover her face, but her attempts to hide away were quickly snuffed out as Tech stepped ever closer, arms around her, drawing her in for an embrace so that she could fully, truly, and – most importantly – safely fall apart. His voice was hushed, whispered assurances peppered throughout as he drew her close, allowing her to press her face to his shoulder as she whimpered and wept. Clearly, she had been in deep emotional turmoil for some time now, and in allowing it all to come out all at once… it was as if that strong resolve he had come to admire had all but shattered.

“...I’m right here, Asha,” Tech muttered, his hand stroking her back and rearmost lekku as he held her close. “It’s alright. I’m here…”

By now, the sun was inching its way fully below the horizon, and an idea sprung into Tech’s head. With one finger, he tapped the back of Asha’s head so she would look up at him, and he nodded out towards the line where the sun met the sea. “Watch. This is a rare opportunity that I want you to see. In the right conditions, just as the sun passes below the horizon… if you watch closely, at just the right moment…”

They stood there, locked in an embrace, as the sun sank lower and lower, becoming a semicircle against the orange-painted sea. Smaller and smaller still that brightness sank, the definition of its curve becoming more visible as less light was present to blind them. Tech thought for a moment, and made a mental note… Asha’s eyes were an almost exact match of this very sight.

“Watch…” he whispered, a hand cradled against the back of her head. Just as the sun’s edge vanished below the oceanic horizon, there was a sudden, brilliant flash of emerald green light, lasting precious few seconds before all was still once again. Asha’s eyes widened at the sight, tears lingering on her cheeks, her arms locked loosely around Tech’s torso as she stared out at the water, and then back up to him in fascination and wonder.

“You see, when the sun’s light is angled as such by the cutoff from the horizon, the refraction separates the lightwaves into different colors–” Tech began to explain, but for once… Asha wasn’t listening. She was too busy staring at him in complete awe, looking up at him with such a stunned expression that he found himself actually shutting up. He couldn’t fathom why she was staring at him like that, not when they had both just witnessed such a rare meteorological phenomenon, not when there were things to be taught and learned! But her mind was nowhere near that – well, not entirely. The fact that he wanted to show her this, to share in that experience, to make her feel better after such heavy emotional turmoil…

She didn’t even realize that she had leaned in closer. What she did realize, though, was that Tech had leaned in as well. Their noses brushed together, their eyes met – they were barely a breath apart, and Asha couldn’t help it as she moved to lean in the rest of the way…

…and she met resistance, as the bridge of her nose knocked against his goggles, making her flinch. She leaned back a bit, eyes widened, lips parted, and for the first time in what was probably days… she laughed. It was a soft, startled giggle, both at the collision, and at Tech’s stunned, owlish expression, blinking in surprise at her reaction and their impulsive attempt. Asha looked up at him again, a small smile on her lips, as she reached up and with the most tender touch imaginable, pulled his goggles forward to slip down, and let them hang around his neck. Tech offered little resistance. In the dwindling evening light, she could see the rims of red around his eyes from where they had been constantly pressing, and she reached a hand up to gently cup his gaunt cheek, tracing a thumb across the indent.

“...wanna try that again…?” she whispered, her question coming out with a tone that suggested humor, but was in truth quite genuine. After the briefest of moments, Tech nodded his head – though his sight was hampered by the removal of such an obstruction, he realized after a moment that perhaps he didn’t need to see her after all. Leaning in, their eyes slipped closed – and when their lips met, Asha felt him all but sag into her hold, a low sigh escaping him as he rested his forehead against hers.

Moments later, they parted – and Asha couldn’t help the smile that drew up on her lips. Tears still lingered in half-dried trails down her cheeks, and after a few moments, she glanced upwards towards the rows of houses, a small, huffed laugh letting loose. “...we should probably… b-be getting back soon. The others might worry…”

“Yes, ah… q-quite right,” Tech quickly agreed, moving to affix his goggles around his head once again. Now that he could see clearly again, he could look Asha in the eye once more, and as if on instinct, his hand came up to cup her cheek and thumb against the tear stains on her face. “...but Asha… I never want to hear you saying such things about yourself, ever again. Is that understood? Not for your sake, and especially not for mine.”

“...right,” Asha murmured, as that cheerful demeanor seemed to ever so slightly dampen. Clearly, there was a lot on her mind at that suggestion. But when she started to get lost within her own thoughts, she was quickly startled out of it when Tech’s hand slipped into her own, holding it firmly.

“...you cannot be compared to anyone else, Asha. I care for you because of who you are, not for what you are in conjunction with other people. Everybody has their merits – and… I happen to think that yours are… quite admirable.” Asha couldn’t help but laugh at Tech’s verboseness – he really had to talk circles around absolutely everything, hm? Why say one word when you can say a dozen? He gave her a rather confused look at her small huff of laughter, tilting his head slightly – and she only shook her head, and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“...well I think yours are admirable, too. Come on, before Wrecker decides to throw together a search party, hm?” Asha joked, and at that moment, she saw what was probably the most beautiful sight she had ever seen on Pabu, ranking even above the green flash at sunset.

She saw Tech smile at her.

#sci writes #oc: asha kurr #asha x tech #ignore this if yall want i just wanted to Get It Out #i honestly wasnt planning for this to see the light of day #but my beta readers really seemed to like it #so fuck it. why not #disclaimer: i genuinely adore phee as a character please for the love of god dont come into my inbox accusing me of shit

[witherrosealliance]

map of s1 / map of s2

a (noncanonical) canon compliant empires map!

keeping in mind that though an area may “belong” to a certain empire on the map, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s inhabited and that the “main cities” are merely the places we, the viewers, see!

#empires #empires smp #empires smp season two #esmp #the ‘empires’ on the left are where sausage and shelby came from! #es2 #i do not have the energy for hcs like last time. and also not as many hcs unfortunately. #but i did want to post this. #i think i like the slightly more desaturated colors on the left more but i’m glad i tried out more saturated ones for this one #talks

[villainkinconfessions]

Being a noncanon villain is weird. Especially a noncanon villain who broke from canon (because most of my story up to that point is actually hilariously canon-compliant aside from just the fact of me existing, because I was severely antisocial to the point of not wanting to be perceived by anyone except my brother, so me "not existing" in canon up until the point of divergence could just as well be no one noticing me because, well, no one did until that point) to sort of become not-quite-a-villain for entirely selfish reasons. I just wanted to protect my brother, nothing more, nothing less, hero or villain, I never much cared but I knew what I was. I threatened a child because she threatened him. I didn't care about the universe, I didn't care about anything but him. I killed our sister (and let him take the credit for it) because she was a threat to him. No one thought of us as anything heroic within the main canonical group we joined, but random civilians thought of him that way- I avoided being perceived by the public- but even he didn't think of us as "heroes". We were still cruel, but so was She- the person running the organization- and unlike Her, we accepted what we were. No one cared if we savaged bandits, they were viewed as less than people, less than animals. People felt worse for skags than bandits. Heck, we were nicer to skags than to bandits. But bandits *were* people, whatever others might have thought of them. Humans, even if they may have been corrupted in some way, mentally changed. Perhaps in our world, the line between villain and hero was solely a matter of perspective. I wouldn't be surprised to see Her here, except that She never acknowledged her own darkness. My brother and I knew ours.

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#sender unknown #source unknown #villainkin #villainkinconfessions #mod yokai

[kincalling]

I’m Falin Touden from dungeon meshi. :) I’m looking for anyone, 18+ preferred! I’m personally fairly canon compliant but happy to listen to noncanon memories or headcanons. Everyone including noncanon characters are welcome bc I don’t have beef with anyone.🐓

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#falin touden kin #canon calls #dungeon meshi kin

[personallaptop]

sorry darcys session is so uncanon. this is a noncanon compliant session

#ooc #((im trying to let myself be more loose. say they played later as a teenager and have 8 letters in their last name without shitting myself)

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ghostly Happenings - Silver (Part 1)

Author Notes: The first part of my Halloween/October twst fic series! So yeah, this going to be an ghost AU that I pray is noncanon-compliant. This fic is post Diasomnia overblot and was greatly inspired by the 1947 movie "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir." I also listened to "Freaking Me Out" by Ava Max while writing this fic series. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Ghost AU/ noncanon compliant/ Post Diasomnia overblot/ tad bit of angst with comfort/ fluff/ romance implied/ pining

Word Count: 1427

{Part 1: You're Here!}, {Part 2}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}

Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)

It had all started about a week ago, with the ghosts talking about how Ramshackle dorm at long last had a new squatter of the undead variety. 

They were ecstatic. Cooing about how it had been centuries since they’d last gained such a companion. A young ghost, apparently, who was still getting used to haunting. In fact, they were so bad at it that they even refused to show their face to the prospective hauntee. 

Namely, me.

“So when do you think they’ll quit avoiding me? I mean, I do live here after all,” I looked up at Amos, who was currently floating over my head, studying the cards in his hand. 

The specter looked down at me, half-startled, before exchanging a look with the other two ghosts, who were politely remaining at the table with their own cards. 

“They’ll get there, kid; they're just a little nervous right now,” At long last he looked back down at me, a half-smile on his see-through face that spoke of knowing something that I didn’t.

“Big deal to do your first haunting, ya’ know,” Billy, the more portly of the three apparitions, nodded sagely as he looked back down at his cards.

I crossed my arms, a smile tugging at my lips as I looked at the three ghosts and Grim, sitting around the little table, playing cards of all things. It was homey, in an odd way, but I was used to odd things by now. 

Dealing with overblots, living with ghosts, and being janitor at a school for magic was nothing out of the ordinary now. Especially not with how long I'd been in Twisted Wonderland at this point. Graduating from NRC as the lone magicless student changed a person.

“So you guys have been giving them pointers on how to best scare me, right?”

Grim rolled his eyes as all three ghosts began to snicker mischievously at my words, but I just shook my head with a fond sigh. Because that was just how my three undead housemates were. Ever impish, and, at the very least, their strange but loving little pranks kept life interesting.

I turned, starting up the stairs and calling back over my shoulder, “Well, I’m going to call it a night. You four have fun finishing up your game.”

My call was met with a chorus of assents and Grim’s shout that he was DEFINITELY going to beat all three of them this time, despite his impressive losing streak that I opted not to mention simply to avoid the argument that would definitely occur if I said anything.

Even if my friends had graduated and my life had changed to the point where I was no longer a student at NRC but an employee instead, Grim hadn’t changed a bit. I supposed it was part of being whatever he was, and in some ways it was a comfort. An added bit of stability to my quiet life here in Ramshackle Dorm.

I sighed as I entered my room, my mind drifting back to the nostalgic days of being a student and spending my time with my friends and classmates. I didn’t miss the overblots or the drama by any means, but I did miss the guys.

Each of them came to visit every so often and called to check in on me fairly regularly, but they’d all moved on and had lives of their own now. And I was glad. I was proud of each and every one of them for having come so far. 

There was sadness to the memories of my school days, but life goes on even if you aren’t ready, and that was something I’d come to accept over the years. Nostalgia came and went, but overall, I was happy with my life. 

It was sometimes a little bit lonely when the ghosts and Grim would wander off to do something else, but that was fine too. Nothing I couldn’t handle.

I flicked the lights off as I got ready to climb into bed, half-laughing to myself about how there was a time where I would have been expecting a Mickey-related dream or for a certain fae to show up in the middle of the night. 

But now nothing so unexpected would happen.

As soon as I’d had the thought that my life had become fairly humdrum with nothing interesting, the light clicked back on, and I sighed with a smile.

Thinking living in a house with playful ghosts was normal… I really had changed so much since coming to this world.

Smiling all the way, I crossed the room. My hand finding the light switch easily, and cutting the light back off yet again, “Carlyle, not tonight, please. I’m tired and have a bathroom to scrub clean in the morning.”

Strangely, I didn’t hear the slender ghost’s usually wheezy laughter. But as soon as I stepped back towards my bed, the light cut back on immediately.

“Carlyle….” My tone was slightly less playful as I stopped this time, but the ghost once again stayed silent as I cut the light back off. A slight frown on my face this time.

Carlyle wasn’t usually one to stay so silent. He’d normally erupt into snickers the second time I had to cut off the light, at the very least.

I’d hardly even taken three steps when the light cut on again, for the third time, and I stopped.

I eyed the seemingly innocent light switch with a frown before glancing around the room curiously. Nothing was out of place, but….. “Are you the new ghost?”

I was greeted with silence yet again, and I crossed my arms with a slight smile, “You don’t have to be shy; I won’t hurt you.”

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. And frankly, the idea of a ghost being scared of me was ridiculous, but I kept those thoughts to myself.

 I wanted to meet this new ghostly housemate, so their being scared of me wouldn’t be for the best anyway.

But the longer I waited, the longer nothing happened, and I frowned. They must have fled when I asked about their identity. Which wasn’t what I’d wanted, but I supposed I couldn’t really force their spectral hand.

I sighed slightly, mumbling to myself as I returned to the light switch once more, “Who would’ve thought I’d have a cowardly ghost….” I cut the light off again, fully prepared to get some sleep before tomorrow came. I could worry about the strange, unnamed apparition later.

I barely made it back to the bed before the light cut back on, causing me to straighten almost immediately in surprise. I quickly relaxed, though, with the realization that I was apparently going to be playing this game for the better part of the night after all.

“I’m not cowardly.”

 I froze at the man’s voice that came from behind me. It had been years since I’d last heard it, but even if it didn’t have that usually drowsy tone, I would never forget that voice. Especially after what had happened… I hadn’t thought I’d ever hear it again.

I slowly turned to see him just standing there, propped up against the door beside the light switch, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. He looked just like he had that distant day that would probably stay in my memory forever.

His arms were crossed as he looked at me silently from where he stood. It was like nothing had ever happened, and I was back in the past during those early days of school here at NRC.

I sat slowly on my bed, stunned as I stared back at the young man who’d died doing his very best to save everyone, myself included, during one of the very last overblots. 

“Silver,” I breathed his name more than said it, and somehow, impossibly, he nodded. Confirming his presence as he uncrossed his arms, one arm slipping back so that his wrist was resting relaxedly on the hilt of his spectral wand, just like it had in life.

 Like nothing had changed.

“You’re…” I trailed off, my mind swirling with too many thoughts for me to ever be able to put them into words as I continued to stare up at him.

“I didn’t show myself to you because I didn’t want to scare you, but…” He paused, glancing around the room, before his eyes came back to me, “Well, I heard you talking downstairs, and it didn’t feel quite right to keep hiding myself.”

@vera-deville

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[tangledbea]

Is there a difference in the compliance of canon from the tts comics vs the books like The Tales of Flynn Rider and the others with Cass? (I forgot the names)

None of them are canon.

Several events in both the comics and the books are so big that they aren't easily dismissed as "side adventures," and there's a lot in The Rise of Flynn Rider that's just straight up non-canonical. In fact, the events of Rapunzel and the Lost Lagoon are supposed to take place during and around the events of Tangled: Before Ever After and "What the Hair?!" and those are barely mentioned at all, as though they aren't worth the story's time, even though they're major events. The entirety of Rapunzel and the Vanishing Village takes place in the "less than a week" before season two begins.

Canon-compliant means the stories follow the original source material without making any significant differences to it: small gap-fillers, prequels or sequels based on intact canon, character studies, and so on. A lot of the comics are canon-compliant because nothing major happens in them, but they also have multiple people doing Zhan Tiri's bidding, magical creatures and paintings, etc that kind of shake the foundation of the Tangled universe.

Also, with the exception of The Rise of Flynn Rider, none of the writers of the comics or books even consulted with any of the writing team when writing their own stories. (And yet TRoFR has the most noncanonical stuff in it, go fig.)

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #TTS #tangled comics #Books #merchandise #Answered

[mcytmultilingualbb]

So it’s written that we’re not allowed to make content that ships characters romantically. does that mean that we’re not allowed to include canon compliant ships either? Examples are from qsmp: Tina/Bagi, Fred/Tubbo, Fit/Pac. These examples are of creators fully accepting a romantic roleplay scenario for their characters in fan interpretations. I’m not thinking of fic that centers them, but if one wrote a Gen fic about say, one of theese pairings’ eggs, it would be natural to have a background mention of the pairings.

Yes, having canon romantic relationships in the background of the fic is perfectly fine! The fics just shouldn’t revolve around romantic relationships, whether they be canon or noncanon!

#mod roy #bb questions