#diino's writing

[diinotrains]

I need D10 and Lady to have a crazy ass fight ok. I need violence between them I need them to be and unfair and I need them to BOTH be in the wrong and suffer the consequences of what they have reaped upon themselves after hiding it for years and years and years and the reasons why they did it are so fucked up and yet you can see why they did what they did you know.

"She deserved it" D-10 <- extremely insecure and takes out his bottled up anger on those who have better lives than him or those who he thinks are lesser than him due to undressed mental problems and does not confront what he has done because he fully believes he has the right even though he really doesn't because none cared and they never ever cared about his class they never did. To have your name stripped and everything you know taken away from you is an anger that cannot be fathomed. And while she may have done irreparable things she never held violence upon you. Your anger is justified but you took it to far and now you're fearful and it only makes it worse for everyone of class type. You have failed your brothers and your sisters and you know it is your fault but they don't know that. They don't know anything. As long as you don't get caught your fine. Your safe and your fine. If you get caught you are dead.

"I was defending myself I didn't mean to get out of hand" Lady <- not lying about but you almost killed him when he begged you to stop and found some sick twisted enjoyment in it and the guilt is eating away at you so heavily that you hide like a coward and do not confront what you have done because you know it will make you look bad and your saving face so you don't get thrown in the scrapyard with the rest of them you couldn't save because you were to busy relishing in the attention that came with being worshipped like a god. and now all you feel is regret and you know nothing will make this right and so you try to wipe away anyone and anything to uphold your reputation and if it means putting fear into those so they stay silent you will do it even if you have to bear the guilt because anything is better than getting caught. Anything is better than not being worshipped anymore.

And in the end all both you have is each other because you both dug your shared grave without realizing it and now that the tarp has been revealed there is no going back to once was and nothing can justify what you have done in the name of your own reputations survival

Anyways the make me CRAZZY!!! literally mental you should follow me for more crazy posting

[captaindeinony]

Pokemas canon but

[diino8081]

frozen liberation au

THE BEGINNING

chapter 8

(chapter list)

content warnings for threats, blood mentioned and in the art, a little swearing

the snow rumbles in the wind as the group make it outside. zane stands by the door, looking out at the frosty expanse.

"took you guys long enough. it's freezing out here!"

kai raises an eyebrow. "you're a nindroid? the cold doesn't affect you?"

"that's the point." he grins. he's still pretty mad at kai after what he did to boreal. "where's our exit by the way? i hope we don't have to walk too far."

a few of the group members groan. cole walks up beside him. "zane, you're kind of a dick, you know that?"

zane smiles smugly. "courtesy of the ice emperor."

"sure buddy." cole continues past him and ahead of the group. "come on, we took the land bounty. it should be over here somewhere."

did cole just- ugh that's no fun.

he follows along, feet crunching under the snow with each step. his interface tells him that his internal temperature is rising slightly. it's odd but shouldn't be a problem.

"it's over there!" jay calls, pointing at somewhere to their left. he turns to find it parked off in the distance just barely hidden in the forest.

oh wow. it's so... small. and old. small and old. first master, did they really use that thing to get around? he sighs, trudging towards it.

zane notices behind him that every time he steps he leaves red in the snow. that's fun.

if he had the staff then he could probably use it as a pen. he'd need more blood though.

come to think of it, where is the staff? he looks around the group. ah, nya has it. it doesn't seem to be powered though.

he can see the two formlings as well. of course they're coming along. he wishes they would just- no! snap out of it. they're good. (apparently).

he approaches the vehicle, entering to the main cabin. but the minute he does, something locks around his wrists. he looks down to see them cuffed. "really?"

lloyd smiles. "just being cautious."

he sighs, moving to take a seat by the window. man, he can't wait til they get to ninjago. he wonders what they'll do with him. prison? back to the same old ninja work? maybe even expelled from the monastery to live a normal life.

wouldn't that be nice. he absentmindedly looks outside, seeing an army of trees staring back. the engine revs and they begin to reverse into the snow covered plains.

zane watches the palace grow smaller and smaller until it's just a speck in the horizon. guess that's his life of luxury over, he sighs.

he watches for a few more minutes but eventually decides to close his eyes.

when he opens them again he sees that they're just outside a village. he might've attacked this village before actually. heck, he definitely did. best to stay away from the windows, he decides.

he stands up and looks around, the rest of the team are outside. he sighs. but he has to stay inside. there's nothing inside! he's bored already. fsm this sucks.

maybe he could run a system diagnostic? he still needs to figure out what's causing the glitch. -- other than nya throwing him into a wall, of course.

yeah, that works. hopefully they don't take too long.

zane sits back down with a sigh, beginning the process.

things seem to be doing ok in terms of processing and memory. his energy levels look to be a little lower though.

he checks his power source.

that's... no.

no that can't be right.

the core isn't being actively powered. he's just running off leftover energy!

could it be something to do with his ice? what took his element away? the scroll? but it's been 60 years and nothing happened! why would it only start now?

could it be negative emotions? he lost them when... yeah. fsm he hates this.

he'll figure it out later.

he gives it about... 4 months at best til he's out of power for good.

his eyebrows furrow. he... can make it work. hopefully.

but what if he doesn't? what if he's dying? and for good this time?

his gears hitch.

he's going to fix it.

he has to.

zane looks down at the cuffs on his wrists. honestly he should try to get them off, they're kind of annoying.

he stands again and moves to search the bounty. there don't seem to be any good tools he can use to pick locks. not even a paper clip!

what kind of ninja even are they?! he looks at the metal bindings in disgust. are they even metal? they look like metal.

embedded in the sides of the cuffs however is a strip of dark, almost black material. he can see specks of yellow in there too.

oh you have got to be kidding me.

it's vengestone.

he sighs. well, that's another thing to add to the list. 3 things that could've stolen his powers away.

though, he lost his powers before being cuffed. did lloyd bring them with him? no. he would've used them if he did.

this is... confusing. to say the least.

he hears a shuffle by the door.

a young voice emanates from outside. "hey! look! look! asha's doing it!"

he turns to see a small child, about 10 by the looks of things, with long dark hair. they stand at the door grinning to something outside.

what does he do in this situation?! does he hide? if this child sees him then his cover is blown! but he can't just let them intrude!

the child turns to look at him. too late.

they screech a bit before gaining composure. "um. hello!"

"hi...?"

"who are you?"

"i'm..." shitshitshit "i'm popsicle!"

popsicle?! he mentally punches himself. of all things--!

"i'm asha!" they smile. "what are you doing in the metal house, mr popsicle?"

he panics.

"the ninja saved me from the big mean ice emperor! i'm just waiting for them to come back!"

nice save.

"the ice emperor!" asha scowls. "i don't like him. if i ever see him i'll throw 500 snowballs at his face!"

he tries to stifle a laugh but fails.

"500 of them? really?"

wow, this kid is out to get him. good thing he's popsicle right now, else he would be in deeeeep trouble.

"i could probably do 501." asha ponders.

he chuckles.

another voice whispers loudly from outside. "asha! your mother is coming! get out of there!"

"uh oh." asha perks up. "well, i've gotta go mr popsicle. it was nice talking to you!"

"asha! let's go!"

they pause. "wait! one more thing."

"hm?" zane questions.

asha seems to fumble with something around their neck before holding it out in front of them.

it's a necklace?

they walk up to zane and gesture for him to put his hand out. wait. really?

he hesitates. "are you sure?"

asha nods confidently. they don't seem to care about the cuffs.

"it means luck and good fortune." they smile.

he holds onto it.

"wow, i--" he feels his gears hitch. "thank you."

"it's no problem, mr popsicle."

asha walks quickly back to the door. turning to wave before disappearing forever.

what just happened?

he stands there, dumbfounded, before looking at the necklace in his hand.

it's got a silver chain that drapes into gold. an intricately carved sunflower displaying a yellow gemstone at it's center.

it feels special. he grimaces. first master does he even deserve this?

this child-- asha's kindness.

is he worthy?

he sits back down again, staring at the pendant in his hands. he frowns.

zane is tired.

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[diinofayce]

Who You Sellin’ For? -6

Pairing: (Bodyguard) Steve Rogers x Musician OFC (Addison Schmidt) x (bodyguard) Bucky Barnes | Word Count: 2.2k | Warnings: 18+ through entire fic for drug use, alcohol use, language, sexual content, dark themes. | A/N: I’M BACK! This might be trash, just trying to figure out where I want to go from. After this chapter there’s gonna be a time skip so this is just a transition chapter. I had to get this out to get past the word block. | MASTERLIST

Take Me Down

“What the hell is happening in here?”

Tony’s voice shook both Bucky and Steve awake from where they had dozed off in Addison’s bed. At the very least, in Bucky’s opinion, Addison was no longer in the bed with them and they hadn’t drifted towards each other like they normally would have and were in a compromising position. They were still a body width apart from each other, phones fallen forgotten on their chests, as Layne sat on the floor in just a black bralette and thong. She had a large black permanent marker in her hand and was scrawling random sentences across the baby blue paint of her walls. Her arms and legs and midriff were also covered in permanent marker.

Steve rocketed out of the bed, while Bucky was slow to rouse like every other time he woke up. Layne paused mid word and looked back at her uncle with wild eyes that were red from the blood vessels she burst at some point when throwing up. To both men’s great relief, she had the pitcher of water sitting on the ground next to her and it was only a quarter full.

Picking up her glass she chugged it down all while maintaining a disturbing amount of eye contact with her uncle. “So like…do you knock or naw?” Addison asked, her voice raw, when she drained her glass.

“I did. Twice. Loudly,” Tony argued, tearing his gaze from his niece and back towards the men that were supposed to be her bodyguards in disbelief and exasperation.

Steve went over to her dresser and opened drawers until he found one full of shirts and found one that seemed more like a shirt dress than shirt. “Addison, here, put this on please.” Steve held it out to the blonde girl and she looked at him with confusion and knitted brows.

“No, I’m too hot and I need some of these,” she stated, motioning down at the sentences on her body, before going back to the writing on the walls.

“Addison, put on the goddamn shirt,” Bucky groused, pulling his hair up in a half bun while he waited to get chewed out by Tony.

Tony’s eyes were flicking between the three of them before they finally narrowed behind their red tinted lenses and his lips pursed in a fine line. “Addison,” Tony said firmly. She sighed heavily and whipped her head around.

“I’m trying to fucking work here,” she snapped angrily, a red flush high on her cheeks.

“Addison, I need you to meet us down in the living room in five minutes. I have news on the album and also the legal team, so please put your shirt on.”

Addison’s eyes also narrowed and it was in that moment that Steve and Bucky could definitively see the resemblance between her and her uncle. She turned her back to him with a grunt of acknowledgment. Tony sighed dramatically with a roll of his eyes before leveling his glare on the two men and motioning them to follow him. Tony walked the two a few steps down the hall and walked right into their shared room.

Bucky had his arms crossed protectively over his chest and was staring down at the carpet while Steve watched Tony with a defiant tilt to his chin and his hands on his hips.

“How long has this been going on?” Tony asked motioning between the two of them.

“High school,” Steve answered. “On and off.”

Tony’s brows shot into his hairline and he fiddled with the button on his sleeve cuff. “How long have you been on?”

Steve looked back at Bucky who just shrugged and rubbed his flesh hand across his eyes trying to do the mental math.

“You got back from your last Iraq tour in summer of 2014, right?” Steve asked and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, so like…end of 2014? We don’t really count. Should we start counting?” Bucky asked Steve, suddenly feeling bad that they had never celebrated an anniversary, but usually one of them had been working.

Steve shrugged, at this point totally ignoring Tony who was having a coronary behind them. “I mean, we don’t have to. I love you all the time, not just around our anniversary.”

Bucky flushed an embarrassed, but pleased pink and smiled down at his toes.  

“Listen,” Tony cut through the two of them. “I don’t care that you’re dating or whatever. What I care about is that it’s a conflict of interest to have you both on the same client. I can’t trust that if bullets fly you’ll pick the job over each other.”

“We’ve been picking ‘the job’ over each other our whole lives,” Bucky grumbled in frustration.

“Look, Tony, Addison is going through withdrawal. She asked us to stay while she tried to sleep the shakes off and we wanted to make sure she didn’t throw up in her sleep,” Steve interjected before anything turned into a full blown argument. Bucky and Tony could never get through a prolonged conversation without eventually being at each other’s throats.

Tony scrubbed his face with his hands. “Well, I should be grateful she’s cleaning up. I was expecting the opposite effect when I called earlier.”

Bucky shook his head and levied Tony with an icy glare. “She was in the studio before the sun was up this morning. She was already working herself into a mania.” He was thinking of the writing that she had scribbled on her walls and her body when they had woke.

Tony’s lips pursed and he sighed. “I have Natasha and Phil Coulson from the legal team down there right now, both of them are going to be demanding we put her in treatment looking like that.”

Steve shook his head. “That’s not necessary. I know it steps over what’s technically our job description, but I already have a firm grasp on pulling someone through this,” he said casting a look at Bucky who just set his jaw and refused to meet his eyes.

Pierce kept all of his ‘assets’ doped up. Bucky spent almost a year after being out of the war thinking he was still overseas. When Pierce would need someone taken care of he’d grab Bucky mid withdrawal and dope him up before putting a gun in his hand with a ‘mission’. Bucky would be told they were traitors to the country, that the punishment for treason was death. No one could desert this country and live, America wouldn’t stand for it. It took Steve months to get Bucky’s head back on straight and work him through the guilt and the constant cravings.

“I already told Nat to cancel any press or show related things for the next week. It should be enough time to get it out of her system and back to functioning. Then it just becomes keeping her away from it,” Bucky said and Tony sighed.

“Fine, if you two think you can handle it. But the minute it becomes too much you call me and we get her in a center,” Tony demanded just as Addison poked her head in the door.

She had thrown on the long t-shirt, the writing on her skin standing out harshly on her pale skin. “Are we done yelling at my bodyguards for being young and in love yet? I have shit to do today,” she barked at her uncle as she pulled her long platinum locks up into a bun on the top of her head.

Tony blinked at her and then looked at Bucky and Steve who were staring at him pointedly. “Yeah, Jesus, I don’t know what a heart attack feels like but I’m pretty sure I’m having one,” he whined under his breath as he led the three of them downstairs to where Natasha, Phil, and the rest of the band waited.

Addison wedged herself between Wanda and Pietro while Steve and Bucky sat off to the side, they didn’t really need to be hovering over her in the house. Hell, the probably didn’t even need to be down here at all for this, but they wanted to keep tabs on what was happening so they could more easily help Addison.

Wanda wrapped her arm around Addison, pulling up the hem of her shirt and pointing out phrases on her thighs that she liked. Addison had a small smile on her face as she rested her head on the other girl’s shoulder.

“Okay, team, so Pierce’s lawyers discovered 4 out of 6 of the new tracks that Hydra Productions can claim Addison’s royalties on. So now we need to decide how to move forward from here,” Phil started off.

“From a PR standpoint this could make or break the EP. On one hand releasing it could say that you don’t care that Pierce is trying to stop you. We could spin it to make him look like a true bad guy in all of this. On the other those fans might not buy it in protest of what he’s done,” Natasha said, absentmindedly snapping her gum in her mouth - Bucky flinched at the sound.

“How fast can you guys have 4 new songs? We just trash the old ones and get the new four out. Push the release back by, what, two months? Is that enough time?” Tony asked, looking up from his smart phone.

The band looked at Addison, covered head to toe in scrawled Sharpie, and then back to Tony incredulously. It was no doubt to the rest of the people in the room that Addison snapping was a very real possibility if they tried to do that.

“What if we just gave the album out for free?” Addison spoke up, her voice sounding scratchy. Steve immediately got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Excuse me?” Tony asked, lowering the rose tinted sunglasses on his nose.

“Think about it. Pierce doesn’t get any money because we don’t get money and it not only looks good for the fans, but it might get us new fans because - fuck, dude - free music. I’ve downloaded so much music just because it was free. If we really wanted we could do a partnership with a local charity like Planned Parenthood or something. Every donation to the charity will get them a download code no matter what size donation. Pierce still can’t access that money and I doubt he’ll throw a fit if it’s going to charity. Even he’s not dumb enough to risk that sort of publicity back lash,” Addison reasoned and accepted the glass of water with a small grateful smile.

“That’s really not a bad idea. Probably the best from a PR standpoint,” Natasha hummed, looking mildly impressed as she pulled out her phone and started researching Non-Profits that she could start calling.

“Legally it’s sound, there’s no way Pierce can collect any money that isn’t going to Addison directly,” Phil agreed, looking nonplussed at Tony.

“EPs are just a sampler anyway, no one really makes any money off of them. And then they just become exclusive songs that never get played live or anything,” Sam added with a shrug.

“We just have to change them from what’s on the recorded version that Pierce is making claims on. Make remixes. Kesha had to do it when she was fighting Sony,” Wanda corrected. “Then we can still play them live and not have to push back the tour due to not having enough songs on the setlist.”

Addison was locked in a staring match with Tony. It would all come down to the mogul and how he would want to play it, if he told the band to hit the studio and have four more songs by the end of the week they’d have to do it. But at the end of the day he valued his niece as something more than just an artist to make money off of.

“Okay, if everyone here thinks it’s the way to go then do it,” Tony said, clapping his hands together. He stood quickly, smoothing down his jacket and looking at Steve and Bucky sternly.

“You two keep me posted,” he said to them and turned to Addison, “you let me know if you need anything and don’t work them too hard. Okay, I’ve got other artists to hassle today. Phil, you’re with me, Natasha you’re due at Buzzfeed for Parker’s puppy interview or whatever nonsense those Gen Z geared reporters are doing now a days.”

“Why don’t we get to do puppy interviews?” Addison whispered to her two guards who just shrugged causing Addison to pout as she watched the record team disperse and take off.

“To the studio with this stuff?” Wanda asked, hooking a finger into Addison’s shirt collar and pulling it aside to continue reading the writing on the girl’s skin.

“I have like…five hundred ideas,” Addison responded, pulling the long shirt from her body and leaving it behind on the couch as she strutted out to the studio. Pietro and Wanda followed, totally unphased, while Sam, Steve, and Bucky all looked at each other to advert their gaze from the half naked woman.

[diinofayce]

Thanks for letting me join in your game!! It was so much fun!! Thank you @soldatjbb and @angryteapot for reading my things and being able to pick me out of this amazing smattering of writers!

The time has come to reveal another Masked Writer!

Drum roll!!!!

This week’s Masked Writer and author of Cutting it Close is none other than… @diinofayce !!!!! Her tagging system always says that she is doing stuff like “diino does writing,” “diino does hair,” and if it’s things I’m up to the tag is “diino in the wild”. She owns a hair salon that specializes in both rainbow vivid colors and was awarded the first LGBT safe space salon in my city (hence her rainbow people). And she also blogs a lot about Dungeons and Dragons and telltales of My Drunk Roommate. As for the bonus clue, those were taken directly from her blog. Her title “crashing waves” references the ocean and her bio states she is a writer, actor, and musician.

Congratulations to @soldatjbb and @angryteapot for guessing correctly! Remember you can select one of the following options for your prize; a moodboard, a drabble, or playlist. Please send us a direct message to let us know your pick!! CONGRATS AGAIN!! Thank you to everyone who participated!

We’ll see you next time on The Masked Writer!

[diinotrains]

Thinking about D10 being run down by scrappers after being exiled out of sodor, and in a last ditch attempt, flees to sodor for refuge. >:]

He's flying down the tracks of the mainland at dangerously high speeds flying past Gordon on his take back of the morning express with a flash of mustard. a look of surprise turns to horror as he sees seven other frames of burgundy race down the tracks. the gaggle of newer modern diesels chase him like a pack of wild rabid dogs, cackling with a sick joy. There deep red paint shines off of them in a mocking manner.

He's almost there. Hes almost at the bridge that leads to the island, wheels spinning so fast sparks of flame rush out from under him, the smell of melting metal heavy in the air. He can't go on for much longer. They all know that.

The pain in his body is agonizing as pinchy snaps wildly, trying to keep them as far back as possible. He's wheezing like all the air is squeezed out of him, trying to keep distance. They've been going like this for a half an hour, and he's not sure he can take anymore before something gives.

The Atlantic races off with the empty express towards the station. The coach's don't complain about him being to fast. Not this time. They might not be fast enough.

[diino8081]

i've been writing flau but i did in kinda the wrong order (wrote the later parts and now i'm writing the very beginning)

and now the start is so large and so different from the rest of it

i'm so excited to see how this progresses and mixes with the rest of the au

[diino8081]

i haven't made like an official pinned yet so here we go

my name is soren diino

my pronouns are they them

i like qsmp, ninjago, doctor who, generation loss, hermitcraft, my singing monsters, mlp, sonic prime, steven universe, jrwi, chuckle sandwich, incredibox, all that jazz

i'm on a spanish duolingo streak of 300🎉

^^(i sometimes forget to update the duo streak, just assume it's gone up every day)

i am the autism

i have a ninjago au called frozen liberation where zane basically leaves and turns emo and gay which is in the fl!au tag

hmm what else can i write here

oh my god yes ok i make art it's very cool here are some of my favourite ones (i ended up dumping like 10 of them but they're good so dw)(you can kinda see my progression actually which is cool)

tw for gore though in one of them

and body horror too

(art tag is yippee diino art) <-now for the more important posts too nvm new tag

i don't do commissions yet but y'never know

yeah ok i think that's it that's the pinned

[diinofayce]

I'm still around

So. A lot of shit has been going on off the internet. My salon that I opened in October of 2018 is still kind of struggling and I'm spending more time doing online marketing then I am writing. The Boy™ and I bought a house so we've spent the last month moving and painting and just loving not having a roommate. On top of the fact we weren't able to recover anything from my hard drive from The Crash of 2019.

The hard drive crash was a big discouragement because I had so many unposted things done. But I started plugging away slowly but surely because I hate leaving things unfinished.

But then the Anon hate started. And I don't respond or repost them because I don't like putting those vibes out on my blog and I don't like to feed the trolls. But it sucked because all of the messages were along the lines of wondering why I bother to write when it's obvious no one likes my writing due to low note count.

And I know that means Jack shit because I get wonderful feedback from quite a few of you and I know notes shouldn't matter. But when every time I come online I have like 10-20 hate mails it hits a point where you're just like "Fuck, maybe their right."

I wasn't even going to say anything about it, just slowly fade into the background until I was just a reader again. But I've gotten some nice asks and messages checking in and I think it's unfair to leave my stories unfinished.

So, Who You Sellin For, Shadows on the Horizon, and War Never Changes will start getting my attention again.

In the mean time, I've started doing Marvel role-playing on a Discord server with a few other writers from here who just got tired of the hate mail and the politics of notes. Feel free to message me for an invite. You can read along with us or even join us! We're all hella friendly.

[diinofayce]

I've gotten a few asks wondering where I've been. So this has been my last four days :

On top of my hard drive having crashed and burned, I've been busy doing my day job. But to make it up to you guys, I have some pretty great Bucky smut coming your way tomorrow (3/7).

Also, I finally got my hair done too!

[diinofayce]

What I say: I'm super stressed and need to take a break from writing.

What I mean: I'm gonna drink a bottle of wine and start a whole new story.

[diinofayce]

Oh gosh! Thanks so much!! I'm actually working on setting up my AO3 (same username) and I'm rewriting this whole series to make it a little more fluid and fix some weird plot holes and shit I feel like I didn't explain well enough.

I'll also be finishing Shadows on the Horizon (the sequel to this fic) over there as well!

Like A Whisper In The Night - MASTERLIST

LIKE A WHISPER IN THE NIGHT

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Layne Hardin)

Total Word Count: 92,370

Rating: 18+ (** are chapters containing sexual themes)

Warnings: Language, Torture and Mentions of Torture, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Alcohol and Drug Abuse.

Summary: Layne Hardin, a civilian with extraordinary powers, is pulled from her normal life of graduate school, rock music, and drinking to join The Avengers. Fresh faced and not nearly battle hardened she gained the protection and love of former assassin James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. While her past continues to haunt her, Layne Hardin needs to learn to not only protect herself but the new life she’s trying to build around her.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five**

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen**

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue 

[diinofayce]

Can I write for 12, please? "oh, please, point your gun at me if it helps you relax."

It’s all yours! Just a side note: I wasn’t able to tag you (if that’s on purpose NBD) thought you’d like to know. Just so I can tag you when it comes down to building the masterlist at the end of the year. :D

DIINO’S 500 FOLLOWER CHALLENGE

[diinofayce]

Congratulations on 500! Saw your writing challenge, can I possibly get #6 in dialogue or #9 situation. I’m thinking a Tony x Daughter!Reader

I gave you both, but I couldn’t tag you! Make sure your settings are open to tags so everyone can find your story when you post it! :)

DIINO’S 500 FOLLOWER CHALLENGE

[themaskedwriter]

The time has come to reveal another Masked Writer!

Drum roll!!!!

This week’s Masked Writer and author of Cutting it Close is none other than… @diinofayce !!!!! Her tagging system always says that she is doing stuff like "diino does writing," "diino does hair," and if it's things I'm up to the tag is "diino in the wild". She owns a hair salon that specializes in both rainbow vivid colors and was awarded the first LGBT safe space salon in my city (hence her rainbow people). And she also blogs a lot about Dungeons and Dragons and telltales of My Drunk Roommate. As for the bonus clue, those were taken directly from her blog. Her title “crashing waves” references the ocean and her bio states she is a writer, actor, and musician.

Congratulations to @soldatjbb and @angryteapot for guessing correctly! Remember you can select one of the following options for your prize; a moodboard, a drabble, or playlist. Please send us a direct message to let us know your pick!! CONGRATS AGAIN!! Thank you to everyone who participated!

We’ll see you next time on The Masked Writer!